AN/ This chappie is gonna be quite bad --; Limewire went weird and deleted all my word document files. ): I drained everything interesting on that, so it might be short… Mebbe only a few pages. Ah, well. Reviews!
Road Kill Roko// Sank yew for sticking around with my fic for so long and giving me encouragement (: And I'm glad you like angst because this is gonna be a mixed angsty-dramaish-humour-romance-thing. Heehee.
Gaara sat in the kitchen, listening to the rain beat down on the windows. It was like a very low drum beat, slowly lulling him to sleep… slowly… slowly… BRIIIIIIIING.
"Aw, fuck it!" Gaara swore, swinging off the kitchen bench, yawning in the process. He plodded down the hallway, and swung open the door groggily.
"Sasuke? Didn't I tell you to go and comfort Naruto?"
"He wanted to be left alone."
"Oh." Only then did Gaara realize Sasuke was trembling and soaked to the bone.
"Oh, right… Come in." Gaara grinned sheepishly as Sasuke looked up at him with a rather angry face, vein pulsing in his temple.
"Yea. Thanks." Sasuke grumbled, stepping in and through to the living room, sitting down of the couch. Gaara sat on the arm of the couch, looking at the ceiling. There was an awkward silence while Sasuke remembered.
Naruto snuggled against Sasuke's warm chest, his cold hands gliding along Sasuke's back. He shivered softly, smiling. His eyes were closed, his breath even. His breath came out in soft 'whuff' noises. Sasuke smiled, leaning against the back of the sofa.
"Itachi…" Naruto breathed, snuggling ever closer to Sasuke.
"I love you, Itachi…"
"Hey. Hey. HEY!" Sasuke yelped, his onyx eyes wide. Gaara was frowning, one finger pointed at Sasuke's nose. He sighed, and poked it.
"Jeez. I thought I'd have to slap you before you snapped out of it." Gaara chuckled as Sasuke pouted, folding his arms across his chest. Sasuke glared at Gaara, which only made him laugh harder. He fell backwards, off the arm of the couch, and landed on Sasuke's lap. He stopped laughing as his stomach tied knots on itself.
Oh. My. GOD. I just landed in his lap. HOLY SHIT! Sasuke had one eyebrow raised, but was grinning. Why they hell was he grinning like that? Gaara felt Sasuke's arms wrapping around his back, pulling him up into an upright position. He looked into Sasuke's onyx pools, and couldn't help himself. One of his arms snaked up and around Sasuke's neck, and he pressed his lips against Sasuke's. Sasuke pressed back, his hands gliding down Gaara's back to rest at his hips, then up again to pull off Gaara's fishnet shirt. Gaara shivered softly, pulling off Sasuke's wide collared blue shirt. Lost in their small face-sucking session, they didn't hear the door open.
Naruto's eyes fluttered open, only to rest on Itachi.
"Itachi?" Naruto breathed. His arms were wrapped around Itachi, and Itachi's arms were wrapped around him. A smile graced the features that Naruto adored.
"You came back… didn't you?"
"I came back, Naru." Naruto leant up, straddling Itachi and kissing him softly.
"Holy shit! GET OFF MY BROTHER!" Gaara leapt a foot in the air, falling backwards of the couch.
"Oh, brilliant… Kankurou…"
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING, UCHIHA BITCH?"
"Kankurou…"
"WHO ARE YOU DO COME AND TRY TO RAPE MY LITTLE BROTHER?"
"Kankurou…!"
"HUH?"
"KANKUROU!" Gaara yelled, now standing up. "PISS OFF! I'm ALLOWED to hog the couch if I WANT to, so go and make out with your boyfriend in YOUR room!"
"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!"
"THEN WHAT IS?" Gaara yelled. Neji was slowly backing out of the room, and Sasuke looked like he wanted to disappear. Kankurou's face contorted, then he trudged out of the room, Neji close behind him. Gaara let out a sigh, then sat on the couch again. Sasuke leant over, swinging one leg over Gaara, straddling him. He leant forwards, and they continued what they started.
The moonlight bounced off the sleeping blonde, making his skin seem alabaster white. Like milk. Itachi sat cross legged on the floor beside Naruto's head, his expression blank.
Why did I let him go? Was it because I didn't want to see my little brother cry? Or was it because I'm just a heartless shit that likes stamping on people's hearts? I'd go for both… Oh, god. Why does life have to be full of these goddamn stupid decisions? I hate it… I just wish that I could decide and not go back on it. Just… be a normal person. Not a heartless shit who cares so little for the ones I love…
His thoughts were disturbed as Naruto whimpered in his sleep, curling into a tight ball. Itachi raised a hand, and stroked Naruto's face softly with his fingers, gliding over the birthmarks on his cheeks.
"Shh…" He soothed softly, stroking Naruto's hair. Naruto's whimpering ceased, and his eyes flickered open. He smiled, his eyes half closed. He extended his arms out to Itachi, silently begging for a hug. Itachi wrapped his arms around him, scooping him onto his lap and kissed his cheek.
"I'm here."
Gaara woke up with a sore ass. He only noticed, however, when he sat up in bed.
"Oww… My butt…" He moaned. He looked to the raven-haired boy beside him, who was sleeping. Or atleast, doing a very bad job at pretending to sleep. He was trying to suppress a grin, but failing. Gaara gave him an evil look.
"This is your fault. Don't laugh at your own doing, or I'll make your ass hurt."
"I'd like to see you try." Sasuke teased, pulling away Gaara's half of the duvet.
"OI!" Gaara picked up his pillow and began to try and smother Sasuke with it, ensuing a pillow fight, ensuing boughts of giggles. There was banging next door as Kankurou hammered on the wall for them to keep quiet.
"Ooo, sounds like you're having FUN Kankurou…" Sasuke cooed through the wall. Gaara bit his lip to stop the giggles flooding out. They heard a large 'bosh' noise as someone got up.
"Oh no! THE BEAST IS COMING! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" Gaara screamed. He shoved on his boxer shorts and hid in his wardrobe. He heard Sasuke whump to the floor to hide beneath his bed. The door opened, and Kankurou stormed in. Gaara peeked through the crack, and bit his lip, looking away. Kankurou's makeup was smudged downwards, and there were small, lip-shaped purple marks everywhere.
"ALRIGHT, TWERP! YOU WILL DIE?" Gaara poked his head out from the wardrobe, when Kankurou wasn't looking, and jumped out of the closet, waving his arms and screaming as he slammed open the door and ran down the hallway in his boxers.
"RUUUUUUUUUUUUN!" He heard Sasuke laughing behind him as he clambered from under the bed and mimicked him.
"RUUUUUUUUUN! RUN FROM THE HYUUGA'S SEX TOY!"
"DIE, UCHIHA!" Kankurou ran out from behind them, and they hid in the kitchen, under the table. The dining cloth hid them from view. They pressed their hands against their mouths, giggling into them. Kankurou stamped in, and pulled the dining cloth up. His face poked through the fabric. He looked alittle bit like Jack from the Shining.
"AHHH! HORROR MOVIE GONE MAD!" Gaara screamed, cuddling against Sasuke.
"SAVE US!"
"No." Came Neji's calm voice. "Because I do not have SEX TOYS." Sasuke cackled, and they shuffled backward. Kankurou eventually stamped off, Neji close in tow. The two burst out laughing, and began to cry from mirth.
AN/ -le gasp- I know that this chapter is strangely short, but hey. I hope you enjoyed it (: