OK. Seventh chapter, and I have some ideas to do with this one and all, including. Lotsa stuff! But I'll just start off with the Warnings and Shit and all that shtuff!

DISCLAIMER: None of the characters in this story are mine. They all belong to the maker of Naruto, Masashi Kishimoto. And, seriously, if I claimed them, what could you take? My dog? ((Kyuubi-kun: NO TOUCHING MY DOGGIE! I'M NOT ALLOWING MY DOG TO BE TAKEN!!))

WARNING: This contains shounen-ai/yaoi. Meaning that it's boyXboy love and sex. The good stuff XD. ((KK: the VERY good stuff))

OOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooo- Separates first from second part ((KK: um... where do you come up with this?))

MWMWMWMWMWMWMWMWMW- End Chapter ((KK: I'm just going to stop asking))

And thank to all who reviewed the sixth chapter! I hope you like this chapter equally as much as you did the last one! Continue reading! XD!

Put me Out, Chapter 7

"I once had a true friend. One that stabbed me in the chest instead of the back. I now consider them my enemy, because they told me that they loved me."
-Allison McIntyre

Time, Naruto decided with a sigh that was painful in his lungs, hurt.

It did not heal any wounds that it itself might have inflicted. It did not age the memories of cruel glares that watched you hatefully as you strolled down the street, doing nothing but trying not to cry, break into a sobbing little mass of what they wanted you to be. It did not heal the pain in your back after short amounts of itself, probably not even five minutes. It didn't help the fact that he had done a bad thing with Sasuke, or that Sasuke had said three words he'd only say to Iruka, or it didn't cure the fact that he was a bit too hot in a room that was kind of cold, under plenty of sheets and blankets, which was more protection from the world that he had had in all of his life, as a demon hated by everyone.

And, he thought, with a small embarrassing feeling coiling in his mind, it didn't cover up sex smells, either.

And the smells were driving him crazy, because he had a better sense of smell then anyone he knew (well, except maybe for Kiba. but they were even, weren't they, when he was using the fox demon's senses?). And they were swirling around his nose and mouth, practically overpowering him with the faint scent of him and Sasuke, except Sasuke wasn't here, and only he was, and Sasuke's smell was on him, and he didn't want it to be.

This made him slightly confused, because if he didn't want the raven-haired boy's smell on him, why didn't he go for the bathroom, run for it and the water and wash away the sins that had enveloped him last night? Why didn't he make any childish remarks about how Sasuke stank? Why did he want to stay here and wait for Sasuke and breakfast? The problem with all of those question that he knew the answer to each and every single one of them, for the first time in his life, and he didn't mind the smells that much, wanted more of them, actually, and he wasn't hungry, he was just waiting for Sasuke.

But when had he become. Become. When had he started liking boys? He never looked at boys when they went into the showers at the bathe house (just once, at Sasuke, but he swore it was just to compare size), and before everything happened, he had liked Sakura and thought girls were pretty, not boys, but now he thought Sasuke was pretty, and when he compared her to Sakura, Sakura was really plain.

And it was only, actually, Sakura he looked at before everything, when he thought about it. He never looked at Shikamaru (only when he thought about why the boy wore fishnet), Neji (Though he thought the older teen looked like a girl), or Chouji (He remembered thinking once he'd never get a girl's attention if he kept on eating like that, but he didn't seem that interested in girls yet, anyway). He never looked at a guy like that.

And when he thought about girls, like Ten Ten (he once thought that she clung onto Neji too much), or Ino (She had really long blonde hair. That was the only thing he noticed about her), or even Temari (She thought she was even more arrogant then Ino), he felt nothing. He only had strange emotions when he thought about Sakura, once, but those feelings were a lot stronger when he thought about Sasuke, and maybe it was only friendship, but it wasn't now, he guessed, because maybe it was love.

He was thinking too much, his brain ready to explode when the word 'love' hit his thought process, so he stopped and glared childishly at the wooden floor, where Sasuke had walked out on minutes or hours ago. He couldn't tell, because when he thought too much, he didn't pay attention to time, and he remembered that thinking about how time hurt was what got him thinking in the first place. And he remembered the last thing he was thinking, and he came up with a solution to all his problems about his feelings for Sasuke.

Maybe he just liked Sasuke, period.

And when he tried not to think about it, it was true, because he only thought about Sasuke in 'that way' now. Because he had done a bad thing with Sasuke. And Sasuke had done a bad thing with him, so maybe Sasuke just. liked Naruto now, period?

He hoped it was true, because a hot flash of undirected envy ran through him, cutting him with it's burning touch and getting rid of the other heat.

And that was when he realized (he didn't think, he realized, because he would scream if he thought again), that maybe he loved Sasuke like Sasuke loved him, or maybe he was just confused, but it was still a faint 'maybe' in the back of his mind, and he felt a weight slowly lift off his chest, but then weigh back down ten times heavier.

He couldn't love Sasuke! Sasuke shouldn't, couldn't, love him! That would hurt his dream of becoming Hokage, because people didn't want someone who liked a boy named Sasuke, and people would stare at him more weirdly, with more hate, at him as he tried to get to his house or Ichiraku's or the training grounds, and he didn't want more eyes with more hate staring at him, he didn't want to be beat up emotionally, he didn't want to be a huge bump in everyone's path, he needed to get out of here, he couldn't love Sasuke!

The blankets were suffocating him more then the scent of Sasuke and him, and they were trying to drag him down into loving Sasuke, and he couldn't, because. He couldn't! There were so many excuses not to love him and they were all true, and the blankets were strangling him now, they were twisting around him and please, God, could he leave?!

His arms were now free, out of suffocation, and he clawed at the bed spread as he tried to get out of the blankets, and he was in a blind panic, and he must have looked like the idiot Sasuke often said he was, since he couldn't get free of some simple blankets, God, no, he didn't want to be here anymore, or else he'd love Sasuke.

He was out up to his waist when he heard a voice, smooth and amused and not like Sasuke's voice, but it was Sasuke's, and the voice was loud in his pounding mind as he tried to comprehend the fact that the onyx-eyed boy had caught him trying to escape, except it didn't look like he was trying to escape, just get out of the blankets.

"A little hot, Naruto?"

He almost screamed his frustration at Sasuke, who looked silly carrying a tray with something that looked pancakes, but with lots of toppings, and it was then he noticed that Sasuke was still bare, and he had to force his eyes away to look shyly at the ground, because he was shy in situations like these, situations concerning supposed love and screaming denials. And then he remembered he was trying to escape, but the pale teen had distracted him, and he wrapped his arms around his knees after pulling them from the blankets, which was now remarkably easy since Sasuke had come, and laid his forehead on his knees, and it was then he felt a hot, wet trail running down his cheeks.

And he felt more then heard the tray clank against wood and the footsteps coming towards him, and he clenched into a tighter ball, because he didn't want Sasuke near him. He didn't want to cry in front of him, because he'd laugh at the salty trails that were somewhat familiar to him, and he didn't want to let go of all the frustration that kept him alive, because he couldn't live with out a little frustration goading him to finish his dream of being Hokage, and he didn't want to let go of the fear that people might hate him more now, only because it was better to fear and feel then to not feel at all, like Sasuke was used too. He didn't want to cry, he didn't want too, he didn't want too, he was.

Now he was curled into a tight ball on something other then the blankets that had been previously suffocating him, and he knew the person he didn't want near him was very close to him, and he cried without chagrin now instead of screaming his lungs out, because sometimes, time did help and broke you enough so that you would let out all your frustration and hate, right?

Right?

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A loud burp exploded from the blonde's mouth as he leaned back, hands on his stomach and a large smile painting his face. Ramen was the best! It was better then beating Sasuke in a battle that he'd win anyways!. Well, maybe not that good, because fighting Sasuke and kicking his ass felt really, REALLY good, and Ramen was only really good. But maybe it was a tie, because once Naruto thought about it, Sasuke had been acting really strange, and that had lowered his great enthusiasm for fighting the black-haired boy, because the more he was around the teen, the more weird Sasuke acted.

The only thing that stopped his thought process was the noise of a heavy bowl sliding across the countertop , and he looked over at the offending noise. Only to be met with a half-full bowl of Pork Ramen, which belonged to Hinata. At this, his eyes widened. Wouldn't she be hungry after that hard mission?!?!

The mission had turned out to be to catch a small group of rabbits (actually, not so small. There were 15) that had escaped from a little girl, who had stupidly opened the cage to look at the stupid things. And, of course, they had ran like a fire was lit under their asses. And, hell, they ran fast. Faster then Kakashi getting over to the bookstore when he found out there was a new 'Come Come Paradise' out.

Well, maybe not that fast. But close.

The blonde had been ready to cuss out the little girl when he and his other two teammates had caught all of the rabbits, which took close to seven hours, due to the fact that they had been fanned out all across Konoha. Naruto had even captured a rabbit that wasn't the girl's, and he had been promptly hit with a shovel. He still had a bump on his head from the blow he had been dealt.

Of course, when he saw the little girl, his heart had melted when she came running up to him and held out her arms for the last rabbit, which was in his arms. Turned out that it was her favorite one, a brown bunny named 'Cocoa'. The girl had even hugged him, while the parents looked on, quite disgusted, and he felt like exploding with happiness, because someone other then Iruka-sensei had given him a hug. He had left with the biggest genuine smile he could muster, and all of team 7 smiled at him, even Sasuke (thought it was more of a half-smirk).

They had just gotten to Ichiraku half an hour ago, and Naruto had already finished two bowls, Kakashi had finished one and then left, declining Naruto's invitation to pay (He had used the excuse that Naruto could buy some new, less bright clothes, but that had been all in good fun), and both Hinata and Sasuke were still on their first bowl. While, Sasuke was. Hinata seemed to be done after eating half of hers. Which brought Naruto to his current thoughts.

How could ANYONE waste Ramen like that?

He leaned forward, staring intently at Hinata, who was now blushing due to the close proximity of the blonde. He half-glared at her, brows furrowing as he stared at her. Her hands were tightly clasped together, and her eyes were darting in every direction besides the one Naruto was in. The blush on her face was a tomato red by the time the loud boy spoke, voice confused.

"Are you sick, Hinata?"

The white-eyed girl blinked, eyes finally looking straight at the teen in a confused manner. "Ah. Pa-Pardon Nar-Naruto-kun?"

Naruto went back to sitting up as straight as he usually did, which was slightly slumped, and he glanced at her bowl of half-finished Pork Ramen before looking back up at her and repeating himself. "Are you sick? You didn't finish your Ramen! So you must be sick!"

This was his twisted logic. If anyone couldn't finish their Ramen, it was because they were allergic to Ramen (he'd abruptly dislike the person who was allergic to the best food in the world), or they were sick. And he was pretty sure Hinata wasn't allergic to Ramen, or she wouldn't have touched the noodles in the first place, so, the answer was that she was obviously sick.

He was so sure of his answer to Hinata's 'problem' that he was surprised when she shook her head and stuttered out an answer. "No, I-I'm not si-ick. I'm j-just not very hun-hungry."

Naruto's eyes widened a bit more then their usual size and he leaned forward, once again right up in the poor girl's face. "But. But that was a hard mission! Aren't you tired from chasing those rabbits for about seven hours?!"

This time, Hinata blushed and looked down at her hands, fingers nervously entwined together as she spoke softly, hardly with out a stutter. "No, Na-Naruto-kun. I used my Byakugan to fin-find them."

Naruto groaned out loud, leaning back almost enough to fall off the stool. Was he the only one that was wiped out?!

As if on cue, a snort sounded behind him, very close to his ear. This confused the blonde, until he turned around and came almost nose to nose with the Uchiha. He let out a huge yelp, the realization that he was practically laying against Sasuke quite apparent, do to the fact that he was about to KISS THE BASTARD!

This time he jerked violently forward and noticed that he was going to hit Hinata. This didn't help him at the last moment, so with a scream, the blonde found himself lying on the floor. Argh! Stupid Sasuke! Stupid, stupid Sasuke!

"Oh, Naruto-kun! Are you alright?" The clear voice was beside him, and a cool hand was on his arm. He let out a smile when he opened his eyes and saw that it was Hinata, and a nervous laugh broke the air. "Yeah, yeah, I'm alright! Sorry for freaking out! Just. Yeah." He laughed again, and smiled when he noticed the shy, relieved smile on the pale girl's face.

"That's g-good." Was the simple reply.

Naruto nodded and then reset his gaze on the raven-haired boy, who was currently smirking triumphantly at him. What was that bastard so happy about?! "Hey, you ass! What didya do that for?!"

This time, Sasuke raised an eyebrow at the angry teen, chopsticks held limply in his hand. "Do what, dobe?"

Agh! Bastard! He knew what he did! "You know what you did! Why were you right behind me, asshole?!" His cheeks puffed out in anger and he crossed his arms, ignoring the concerned looked Hinata was giving him.

"I was here the whole time, idiot. You just leaned back to far."

The cool voice, if possible, angered Naruto even more. Sasuke had not been there the entire time! When they had arrived, Hinata had sat on his left, and Kakashi had sat on her left, and Sasuke..

He swore colorfully, gaining a few wide eyed stares and disapproving glares. Sasuke had been right behind him the entire time! The blonde bet he planned the whole thing out, even before they had found out Hinata was on their team! BASTARD!

"Argh! You're an ass Sasuke!"

"Don't be an idiot."

"Ah, Na-Naruto-kun, please c-calm down, you're creating a s-scene."

"Well, then tell Sasuke to stop being such an asshole!" He turned and glared at the girl, then realized his mistake when the white-eyed teen looked down, hurt written all over her features. His own face softened as he reached a hand to her shoulder, smiling weakly when she looked back up at him. The blue-eyed boy saw how much pain was in her eyes, and immediately regretted the fact that he had yelled at her. He shouldn't cause other people pain when he himself knew how much it hurt to feel like he did something wrong to the world. "Ah. Sorry Hinata, I shouldn't have burst out like that. Sorry for yelling at you, it isn't your fault that I got angry."

His smile grew wider when she saw the pain disappear from her face and a small smile broke out on the Hyuuga's face, imitating his somewhat. "It's o-ok, Naruto-kun, I forgive y-you. I shouldn't h-have scolded you."

Before he could answer, he heard a loud thump behind him and looked up as Sasuke slammed his money down in front of the surprised store-keeper, dark eyes cast to the side and an angry scowl adorning is usually emotionless features. The blonde looked at him weirdly, sitting up slightly straighter as the raven-haired boy turned his back on him. "Sasuke! Why are you acting all angry now?!"

"I'm leaving, idiot." A brief look back and Sasuke was gone, quickly weaving his way through the crowd.

The insult slid past his ears because Naruto almost shivered, hand unconsciously clenching onto Hinata's shoulder more tightly. Blue eyes, slightly darker, looked in confusion at the back of his quickly retreating friend.

The way the sharingan user had said those words were with so much hate, so much anger. That's why the blonde had shivered. He had shivered because the feeling of a slight fear had raced down his spine. Why did Sasuke sound like that? Why had he sounded so. angry? The last time he had heard Sasuke speak like that, it was when they were with Itachi.

A small sound of pain came from his left and he felt a small hand touch his. He looked back at the black-haired girl, and saw her white eyes looking pitifully at the shoulder the blonde was still tightly clenching. He let go quickly, and sent a sheepish smile towards Hinata. "Oh! Sorry, Hinata, sorry! I didn't know I was hurting you!"

The girl was looking down at the bruising area, gently rubbing it. A shy smile came onto her face after the apology, and she nodded, blushing. "It's o-ok Naruto-kun."

"As an apology, I'll walk you home!"

"No, no! I-it's ok!"

"I have too, because I hurt you, so I'm definitely going to walk you home!"

".Alright."

"ALRIGHT! Let's go!"

The blonde grabbed her arm and paid quickly, energetically walking down the street, in the path that was easy to get through. He smiled happily when he looked back at Hinata, and she smiled back. Through the whole time he walked Hinata home, he tried to forget how Sasuke had acted.

He just wished he could forget the way the sharingan had been spinning when Sasuke had looked back.

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Ok. I liked how the first part came out, but right up until the part where Sasuke got mad, it went. Ploop. That's right. It PLOOPED! It stunk like the month-old leftovers in people's fridges. I tried getting the last line to sound cool, but I gave up, because I was staring at it for. around. 5 minutes. And I'm terribly tired, so meh. Whatever.

No notes today, I think, except the fact, I'M BACK!!! XD;;. Joy joy joy, hey?

Oh yeah! I might be trying to update every week, if I don't massive homework overload. So, please, hope a little bit and review to make me go faster!

No retarded comment. Except this plea.

DON'T EAT CUTE KITTIES!

((KK: and don't worry... if the authoress gets set to the Happy home - with birds and flowers and basket weavers that sit and twidle their thumbs and toes and their coming to take me away ha ha - she'll be back by the time she updates again... hopefully. fyi: the italics in this KK (Kyuubi's Korner) are actual song lyrics. The song is hilarious. Moving on...))

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