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And the Beat Goes On
Chapter 5: Imagery
Sasuke slammed the door shut, not caring if anybody heard him. Naruto had made him mad, and that was all he cared about at the moment. Well, that and maybe how to get revenge.
"Where the hell have you been?"
He glanced up at his brother. Itachi looked haggard, pale and very, very tired. That probably accounted for his seeming foul mood.
Sasuke shrugged. "You were drunk. I left."
Itachi reeled a bit. "Oh," he said, his voice softer now. "Did. . .I. . .um. . .say anything?" he asked, his eyes darting about in apprehension.
"Yes," Sasuke said plainly.
With that said, he started upstairs.
"I was drunk, Sasuke!" Itachi yelled after him, a note of desperation evident in his voice. Whatever he'd said, it had to have been bad.
"They say the truth comes out when you're drunk!" Sasuke retorted.
"Sasuke! I wasn't thinking rationally! Whatever I said, I didn't mean it!"
Sasuke turned back around, glaring at his brother from atop the stairs. "Look! I'm not gonna shrug that off just because you were drunk! You said you were going to rape me! That's just disturbing! And wrong!"
He turned back around and stomped up the stairs, then glanced over his shoulder, shouting, "Freak!" Then, he disappeared into his bedroom.
Itachi stood at the bottom of the stairs, dumbfounded. "Oh, shit," he muttered, turning away.
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It was a dull, foggy, Monday morning. It was cold and dreary and Orochimaru was hardly compelled to roll out of bed. He yawned, checked the clock and pulled the blanket back over his head. It was too early to get up.
He settled his head back on his pillow. Whoever invented school should have been shot. He sighed and decided he wasn't going to go to school that day. It was too much of a hassle and the weather wasn't doing much for his mood.
But if he stayed home, Itachi would be over to make sure he wasn't dying or anything. Itachi always doted on him, to the point that it was sickening. He decided to call his boyfriend and tell him that he was all right and just wasn't going to school. Of course, that was likely to make Itachi angry. He sighed and pulled the pillow over his head. Any way he looked at it, he was screwed.
He clambered out of bed.
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Hinata walked into the music room, lugging her viola with her. She followed Itachi and Orochimaru in, listening to their banter. Her cheeks glowed red from what she heard. She would have never thought the two lovers.
Which brought her thoughts back to her beloved Naruto. He had publicly admitted he was gay! It didn't deter her from liking him, or thinking he was a sweet boy, but it did cause a potential problem with how she had wanted her relationship with him to progress.
She sighed as she laid eyes on the blond, who sat at the piano. She glanced away shyly, deciding that she would be happy just being friends with Naruto in the mean time. She sat down and began unpacking her instrument and music.
She glanced up as a shadow fell across her. Naruto was standing in front of her. He looked very sad, and guilty. "Hinata, I'm really, really sorry about Friday night," he started and his voice was shaking with timidness, a sign of how guilty he really was.
"That's okay, Naruto. . .r-really, it is," she said with a slight smile.
She found herself suddenly wrapped in a tight hug, with the blond boy whispering in her ear, "I'm sorry Hinata. I really am. I hope we can be friends."
Oh! If only this were under different circumstances! If only he was making a different speech into her ear, a speech shared only between two lovers! She unravelled herself from the embrace, smiling sweetly. "Of course we can be friends," she said.
Her heart fluttered when he smiled, a genuinely happy, Naruto-esque smile and she knew that he would always have a place in her heart.
Naruto turned and walked away, feeling very much relieved that Hinata didn't hate him. She was a very nice girl, although a little shy and he wanted to be, if nothing more, friends with her. She didn't deserve to be let down like she had been.
Just then, Ino raced into the room, like a storm cloud. She stomped to Sasuke's side, where she promptly stopped and began yelling at the boy.
"Uchiha Sasuke! You bastard! What did you do to Sakura! You jerk! You broke her heart, you asshole! You deserve to die and when you do, I'm going to spit on your grave! Look at me when I'm talking to you, Mister! Look at me!"
She screamed 'til she went red in the face, drawing the attention of everyone in the room except the one she was yelling at. Sasuke sat there, his eyes closed, his lips pressed to the flute, his fingers poised to play.
Ino stopped, out of breath and she stood, panting, glaring at the stoic boy. Sasuke opened his eyes and glanced at her sidelong. "Ino. . .what are you ranting about?"
The blonde girl screamed, long and loud. "Damn you, Uchiha! I hope you burn in Hell!"
Sasuke shrugged and turned back his flute as Ino continued ranting and raving. Naruto clenched his fists, but decided to stay out of the fight. He'd caused enough trouble. As an added precaution, Hinata had placed her hand gently on his shoulder, as if to restrain him.
Beside them, Orochimaru was keeping a close eye on Itachi, should the other decide to jump in and save Sasuke from the verbal abuses of wrathful Ino.
"You. . .you dirty faggot!" Ino screeched, drawing everyone's attention back to herself and Sasuke.
The dark-haired boy glanced at her, his eyes narrowed dangerously.
Beside Naruto, Itachi ground his teeth. Orochimaru leaned over and whispered something and Itachi sat back in his seat, sulkily. He had apparently been ready to give Ino a fist to the face, not just for his brother, but for the insult to himself, his brother, Orochimaru and (if he had known) Naruto.
Ino seemed to notice that she had hit a nerve and continued. "Yeah, you heard me, fag. You're a fucking little man-whore. I bet you get down on your knees and -"
Sasuke stood up. "Ino. You shut your fucking mouth," he said lowly, hinting on violence that would follow if she chose to ignore him.
Ino smirked and continued. "Aw, what's the matter, Sasuke? Can't handle the truth!"
"Shut up Ino!" Sasuke growled, which spurred her on.
"Aw, Sasuke can't handle the truth! Don't you want everyone to know that you suck your brother off? Huh? Aren't so high and mighty, especially not when you're on your knees!"
There was a sound slap and the silence that followed was near deafening. Sasuke stood towering over Ino, who had fallen to her knees, blushing and breathing harsh with controlled anger.
Ino held a hand to her cheek and started to get up, tears in her eyes. "You," she started.
"Look who's on her knees now," Sasuke said, a triumphant smirk threatening to take over his features.
Ino swore and got up. She glared at Sasuke. 'Oh, I'll get you back, Sasuke,' she vowed mentally, glaring at he opponent and taking her seat.
Sakura entered a moment later, blissfully oblivious to the prior going-ons in the music room.
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The moment of truth was approaching. It had slowly been closing in and Naruto watched anxiously as the clock hands ticked the seconds of class time away. He glanced at Sasuke a couple of times, but the dark-haired boy seemed as stoic as ever.
Ino and Sakura were just finishing up their scene and some higher power had deemed it unfit that the bell should ring then and end the class.
The class erupted into the standard applause and the performers took their seats. Naruto felt the bile rising in his throat. He felt shaky and breathless. He didn't want to get up in front of the class and perform that scene. He didn't want to before, and he didn't want to now in light of what had happened at the dance.
Tsunade-sensei was calling their names, instructing them to go to the front and get set up. Naruto glanced at the clock. They had fifteen minutes. That was more than enough time to get ready and present. He cursed mentally.
Barely able to control his shaking, he rose from his desk and made his way slowly to the front of the classroom. He could feel the eyes of the other students burning into his back. He glanced at Sasuke. For once, the other boy's eyes reflected feeling and he was almost relieved to find it synchronized with his own.
Tsunade distracted the class while they managed to get set up to present. She delivered a speech on love at first sight (which was the theme of their scene) and had the class answer some of her questions.
She glanced back at them and, seeing them ready, smiled a small smirk and diverted the class's attention to the actors.
Naruto's voice was shaking so badly, he could barely pronounce the words when he spoke. Sasuke, on the other hand, seemed calm, his voice remaining level and calm. "Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged."
There, that was said. The scene called for them to kiss now. They hesitated. Naruto looked Sasuke in the eyes and knew he couldn't do this, not in front of all these people! He felt sick, he felt dizzy. He was going to faint. He knew what everyone would say after this. He could hear them repeating it now. He shut his eyes and waited for his doom to fall.
Sasuke, in the meantime, had been contemplating the consequences of this. What would people say? What would they think? He felt his stomach twist violently. He couldn't do this! He couldn't, he couldn't! That horrible memory of Itachi and Orochimaru burned him, made him sick. He couldn't kiss Naruto! It would make him like his brother -
The colour drained out of his face. He hadn't realized it, but he'd started to shake. Tsunade peered at her students, having decided they were taking too long a pause. "Sasuke? Naruto? Are you going to finish the scene or what?"
That was the death knell. It was do or die time. Naruto waited in vain for the kiss; Sasuke chose to die rather than complete the task. Something breezed by him and he opened his eyes to see his partner running from the room.
Tsunade was on her feet. "Sasuke!" she screamed at her student, but he kept running.
The class was in utter chaos. Had Sasuke just run out of the room! Had ever-cool, ever-
confident Uchiha Sasuke just fled the room because of some kiss! It was unthinkable! But it had happened! Oh, it had happened!
Somebody started laughing. Twenty-seven heads turned to look at Inuzuka Kiba, who had thrown himself into hysterics. At the front of the room, Naruto got the distinct feeling he was being laughed at by Kiba, who was now pounding his fists on his desk and gasping for air between laughs.
"Sasuke! What a loser! See how great he is? He chickened out!"
Most of the girls in the room started glaring, while the boys broke out in hysterical laughter. Naruto didn't know why, but he felt anger boil in his veins. "He did not chicken out, Kiba," he growled, clenching his hands at his sides.
Kiba stopped laughing and blinked. Then he smirked. "Not that I can blame him. What guy would wanna kiss another guy? Especially an openly gay one."
The class laughed, even the girls. How true it was! Boys weren't supposed to kiss boys! How silly of a notion that Sasuke would want to kiss Naruto, project or no project! What was even funnier was that Naruto would have liked it. Naruto was gay. He'd said it himself.
Their laughter rung in his ears. He looked steadily at the floor, feeling tears burn in his eyes. He shook with barely controlled rage. "Shut up," he growled to the floor.
Kiba paused laughing. "Oh, lookit him! He's getting mad now! Better watch out! He'll go get his boyfriend to beat us up!"
The class laughed harder. Taking their amusement as encouragement, Kiba continued to mock the blond. "Lookit him! Just lookit him! Standing up there, in a dress, fer Chrissakes! A dress! What? Are you a transvestite too, now? Huh, c'mon, tell us what you are."
Naruto said nothing. "I can't hear you, Pansy!" Kiba taunted.
"Shut up!" Naruto screamed, lifting his head. The class froze, staring at the wrathful student in front of them. "You! Just shut up!" he cried, pointing a finger accusingly at Kiba. "One day, you'll be the butt of somebody's joke and you won't like it! You'll hate it! And you'll hate hearing everyone laughing at you! I'm sick and tired of being joke! What did I ever do to you!"
Kiba started laughing again. "Look! He's so mad, he can't do anything about it! Aw, poor baby! Better go crawling home to your boyfriend and suck his cock!"
Naruto screamed and flew at Kiba, decking the boy in the face. Kiba stumbled back in surprise, clutching a bloody nose. "You little faggot!" he yelled, glaring at Naruto, who was on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Stop it! Stop it! Stop laughing!" Naruto shrieked.
It was at that point, that Tsunade re-entered the classroom, only to find Kiba bent on murder and Naruto suffering from temporary insanity. "What's going on here!" she cried, bringing the attention of the students to herself.
The room was silent except for Naruto's incoherent rants and his weeping. Nobody answered her. The bell rang, but nobody moved. Tsunade sighed, saying in an exasperated tone, "You're dismissed."
The students left without hesitation, confused and slightly scared by the whole ordeal. Tsunade tried to pull Naruto up off the floor, only have her hands slapped away violently. The boy was screaming now. "No! Keep away from me! Stay away from me! Don't touch me! I hate you! I hate you!"
Tsunade tried a different approach. "Naruto," she said in a condoling tone. "What's wrong? What happened?"
Naruto sniffed loudly. "Everything's wrong," he murmured.
Tsunade nearly sighed in relief. He wasn't completely out of it. He could still hear her, and he could still answer her questions logically.
"Would you like to go lie down for a while?" she asked, waiting patiently for his answer.
He paused, then nodded slowly. Tsunade smiled with relief. "All right then. You're going to have to get up. Do you think you can do that?"
Naruto shook his head. Tsunade sighed. "Sure you can. Here, I'll help you up."
She pulled the boy up to his feet, without resistance this time. "There. That wasn't so hard, was it?" she asked, looking at his pale face.
"Yes," he whispered. His breath was coming faster and he was shaking violently.
"Naruto? Are you all right?"
He didn't answer her. He was too busy trying to make the room make sense again. It wouldn't be still! It kept swirling and whirling about. Things collided together in a mash of mass confusion. He wobbled and then felt himself going down. His vision flickered and then, was nothing more.
He'd fainted.
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Sasuke peered into the nurse's office, feeling slightly more than intimidated. Oh, but if anyone caught him here!
The nurse smiled at him benevolently. "What can I do for you?" she asked gently.
"Uh. . .is Naruto here?" he asked, looking at his feet shyly.
The nurse smiled and pointed. "He's right over there. But be quiet and don't upset him. He's not quite. . ." She trailed off and turned back to her paperwork.
Sasuke crept by her, into the actual office. There was a small area sanctioned off by curtains. Dolefully, he lifted the curtain and slid inside the partition, careful not make a noise.
Naruto was lying on the small bed there, looking at the wall the headboard rested against. He was covered up by the itchy, woollen blankets. Sasuke sat down in the chair beside the bed. He said nothing for a moment or two, waiting for Naruto to realize he wasn't alone now.
"Hey," he said softly and Naruto jumped, then looked at him, relieved.
"Sasuke!" he cried, his eyes starting to water.
The dark-haired boy put a finger to his lips, signalling him to be quiet. "They'll make me leave if you're loud," he said, sitting down on the bed, placing a hand on Naruto's shoulder.
There was a rustle of cloth and some movement, and then, Naruto had nestled into his arms, resting his head against the other boy's chest. "They said you wouldn't come back," he said softly.
Sasuke noted that the blond was cold. "Hey, hey. Don't cry," he whispered, catching the wetness of Naruto's cheek. He brushed his fingers gently across the pale skin, wiping away the tears.
Naruto started to cry harder. "They. . .they. . ," he stammered, unable to express his grievances in words.
"Sh, sh," Sasuke said, wrapping his arms about the small blond and rocking him slightly. He nuzzled the mop of blond hair. "Forget them; I'm here now."
Naruto sighed and lay back down. "They don't understand," he mumbled after a moment or two of silent contemplation.
Sasuke pressed his cheek to Naruto's, lying down beside him. He couldn't think of a reply. He wasn't compelled to give the blond one.
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Iruka peered into the nurse's office, only to find it completely vacant. His face fell. He'd been told that Naruto was down here (after a very ugly fiasco in his English class), but now it appeared he wasn't. Not even the nurse was to be found.
"Looking for someone?" a familiar voice asked and he whipped about to see Kakashi leaning on the doorframe, smile spread across his face. Iruka's heart melted.
"Uh. . .yeah. . .I'm looking for Naruto," he stuttered.
Kakashi waved a hand in dismissal. "Naruto went home. Sasuke escorted him." The silver-haired man placed extra stress on the word escorted.
Iruka blinked. "What? Sasuke. . .oh!" he cried. "That fiend! He'd better not lay a hand on my little Naruto! If he does! Oh!"
Kakashi shook with mirth at the sight of Iruka so worked up. The teacher was funny when he was mad. Iruka paced the room, ranting and raving about what he would do to Sasuke if he so much as laid a finger on Naruto. At last tiring of this little display, Kakashi placed a hand on Iruka's shoulder, stopping him in mid-sentence. Iruka looked up at him in surprise. "Now, Iruka. I'm sure Sasuke's intentions are honourable. And if you're afraid they're not," he said, chuckling a little, "Perhaps we should pay them a little surprise by walking in unannounced?"
Iruka blinked, as if confused and then a deviant smile spread across his features. "Brilliant, Kakashi! Brilliant! I could kiss you!" he cried, eager to express his joy at the suggestion.
He paused and blushed however, realizing what he had said. "Ahem," he said, coughing. "Shall we be going?"
"Indeed," Kakashi replied, seemingly un-phased by the remark.
Iruka made a mental note to carry out the action next time.
They set off.
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As it turned out, Sasuke's intentions weren't so honourable. Naruto and himself were upstairs, curled up on the bed, petting and cuddling. They were both blushing lightly. They weren't doing anything wrong, per se, just enjoying the other's presence and being a tad touchy-feely.
They rubbed their cheeks together, and kissed gently, played with the other's hair. Neither was really brave enough to feel ready to move further, nor were they compelled. They were happy with the simple, sweet caresses. They felt kind of silly, but they weren't ready to move on.
Unfortunately, their alone time was interrupted by Iruka, who caught them in a rather awkward position. Sasuke was straddling Naruto and holding the blond's hands to the bed as the kissed, a little more heatedly than any time previous.
"You!" Iruka cried in horror, pointing a finger at Sasuke. His sudden outburst startled both boys and Sasuke let go of Naruto on instinct.
Iruka stormed across the room. "You, Uchiha Sasuke! Keep your hands off my Naruto! You lay a single finger on him and I'll chop all your fingers off and make you eat them!"
Sasuke hardly looked threatened by this and as if to prove his defiance, pulled Naruto to him and kissed the blond roughly. He broke the kiss, leaving Naruto gasping for air, smirking and looking up at Iruka, with a gaze that seemed to say, "Take that."
About five minutes later, Sasuke found himself outside in the pouring rain, Iruka yelling further fatherly threats at him, Naruto pleading in the background to, "let him back in!" When the kitchen door slammed shut, Sasuke turned away and headed down the walk.
Inside, Naruto, ever the drama queen, had screamed at Iruka, then bolted upstairs. Iruka sighed. Kakashi sat at the kitchen table, looking rather amused. He turned to Iruka and said, "You'd make a good mother."
The music teacher glared at him. Wisely, he shut up.
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Shikamaru shook his head, listening to Ino rant about her day. He helped himself to the bowl of fruit on the Yamanakas' table, biting into an apple.
"And then do you know what he did!"
Shikamaru rolled his eyes. "No. What did he do then?" he muttered sarcastically, through a mouthful of apple.
Ino sat back, folding her arms across her chest, pouting. "Oh! You're no help," she sulked.
Shikamaru gave her a pointed look. "I'm helpful when I want to be."
"You're not even listening to me! You don't care what I have to say!"
"It took you that long to figure this out? You must be blonde."
Ino gritted her teeth and shook her fist. "Oh, you brat! How would you like your nose to meet your brain!"
"I don't think I'd like it very much," Shikamaru retorted. "And I doubt I'll ever know."
Ino gave a cry of anger, then sat back in her chair. "Sasuke's a jerk," she said after a moment of silence.
"No, not at all."
Ino shot her friend a glare. "Shut up, peanut gallery."
Shikamaru shrugged. "Hey, you were the one who asked me to listen your problems."
The phone rang, scaring both occupants of the kitchen. Ino got up and answered it, leaving Shikamaru to his apple. The blonde girl came back, clearly upset. "Sakura's coming over," she said blandly.
Shikamaru raised an eyebrow. Ino continued. "Her parents are fighting again."
Shikamaru nodded. He knew all about the troubles in the Haruno household. As Ino was Sakura's confidant, he was Ino's. Ino had few actual problems of her own, and took on the role of trying to solve Sakura's.
He took another bite of his apple and awaited the pink-haired girl's arrival.
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Tuesday's band practice was full of aggravation for both students and teacher. Iruka had introduced to them several new pieces. He was agitated that his students seemingly couldn't grasp the music. By the end of practice, he'd yelled approximately ten times (Naruto had stopped counting after five).
The students were irritated that the teacher wasn't giving them any time to play the piece through, and then correct it. Iruka seemed particularly rushed, forcing about six new pieces upon them suddenly.
They needed to get ready for the big music competition/festival at the end of the month. Iruka felt rushed and, as a result, was rushing his students.
The band members left the room, grumbling and complaining. Iruka had dismissed them and dashed off to his office the moment he had declared the practice over. Naruto sat at the piano, waiting for the others to leave. He still had about fifteen minutes in which he could practice (and probably perfect) one of the pieces before heading off to class.
The room emptied and he turned back to the piano. Just as he was about to begin, he heard a clatter and glanced to his left. Sasuke looked at him sheepishly, picking up the piece of his flute that he'd dropped. "Uh. . .sorry," he said.
"Are you leaving?" Naruto asked, eyeing Sasuke suspiciously.
Sasuke scooted over to the piano bench and sat down. "Actually, I was. . ."
He stopped in mid-sentence and looked at Naruto. ". . .I was hoping we could practice something else," he said, a sly smirk gracing his lips.
Naruto stared at him blankly, unsure of what he meant. Then realization sunk in and he blushed. "Sasuke!" he near whispered.
His protest was cut short as Sasuke leaned forward and brushed their lips together. The next kiss lasted longer, and the next, even longer than that. They plied their tongues to the kiss and upon instinct, made a few soft noises to express their pleasure to the other.
When they parted for air next, they found they were lying on the piano bench, Naruto pinned under Sasuke. They lay like that, staring into each other's eyes, panting slightly for breath and then -
Someone cleared their throat and coughed. Both started and turned to stare at the doorframe. Shikamaru shifted nervously, and smiled weakly. "Uh. . .hi guys," he said. "Forgot my music."
He darted into the room and retrieved his sheets from where he'd left them and beat a hasty retreat.
Naruto looked back at Sasuke. Sasuke looked at Naruto. "What if he tells?" he whispered, searching Sasuke's eyes for answers.
The ebony-haired one thought about that for a moment, and, at last, said, "I don't know."
They were silent for a moment more. They were well aware that someone could walk in on them at any moment, but neither wanted to move yet. Naruto sighed and began to ask a question. "What -"
"What are you doing!"
The shout startled both boys and they tumbled off the narrow piano bench, landing in an ungraceful heap on the floor. Iruka loomed over them. "Naruto! Sasuke! Honestly! You're too young to be thinking about that kind of stuff! And on my piano bench nonetheless!"
Both boys blushed bright red at the scolding and Naruto tried to give some explanation of how this wasn't what it looked like, but could find none. It was what it looked like.
"Boys will be boys, Iruka," said an amused voice.
Iruka growled. "Kakashi. . .you're not helping my case."
Kakashi merely chuckled. "All I'm doing, dear, is pointing out facts."
He was standing beside Iruka now. He pointed at the heap that was Sasuke and Naruto (neither saw it fit to untangle themselves just yet). "Just look at them, Iruka. They're young. They're hormonal. I'm sure they're flexible enough to maintain a position on the piano bench if they want to."
"Kakashi!" Iruka yelled. "You're not helping!"
Sasuke decided then that it would be a good idea to get off Naruto before Kakashi decided to imply anything else with a sexual overtone. Kakashi frowned in a mock pout and turned to Iruka. "Aw! Lookit what you did! And here I was, hoping to see some hot boy-on-boy -"
Iruka gave the older teacher a good smack. "Pervert! They're only fifteen, for chrissakes!"
Kakashi put a hand to his cheek and muttered, "That makes it all the more fun."
Iruka glared at him. Sasuke helped Naruto up off the floor. Something squeaked. All four people in the room stopped and they glanced up to see Orochimaru, who had taken a seat. He smiled.
"Well, well. What a show," he commented, giving them a little applause.
Three of the four actors went a little red in the face. Kakashi merely smiled back. Orochimaru turned his gaze on Sasuke. "And you, Short Stuff." The older boy shook his head. "Wait until your brother hears about this!"
If possible, Sasuke flushed even more. "You won't say a word to anyone about this!" he hissed.
Orochimaru laughed. "Me? Not tell anyone that Sasuke has a love life? How ridiculous."
Sasuke growled and attempted to lunge at the other boy, forgetting he still had a hold of Naruto's wrist. The blond boy was dragged with him and crashed into the back of him, knocking them both to the ground.
Orochimaru laughed and Kakashi whistled. Thankfully, the bell decided to end the boys' torture and rang, urging them to get to class.
They dashed out of the room, Sasuke dragging Naruto, amid much laughter from Ororchimaru. Sasuke dragged Naruto down the halls. He screeched to a halt outside the classroom door and slammed the door open, startling most of the students and the teacher. Tsunade stared at him. The students stared at him.
He stood there, wondering why the hell they were staring at him like he'd just. . .
Oh. So that was why. He was panting. He was red in the face. His hair was messed up (did he mention he'd just ran up three flights of stairs?). He was still hanging onto Naruto's wrist. Not to mention that Naruto looked to be in a similar state as himself.
Now, put this scene before a group of hormonal teenagers and what is the natural response?
"Oh, shit," Sasuke muttered.
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