(A/N: Sorry about the late updated. This week has been hectic. Once again, we continue with the no-plotness. I apologize. Thanks to everyone who reviewed.)
And the Beat Goes On
Chapter 43: Scorch
"Man, oh man, is it ever hot out here!" Naruto whined, tucking his arms behind his head and looking skyward.
"Hn," Sasuke said.
Naruto glanced over at him, frowning. He knew the other boy had to be too warm. He was wearing a dark-coloured t-shirt, and his bangs were starting to stick to his forehead. He just wasn't going to admit it. He was Uchiha Sasuke. Human glaciers didn't sweat.
Naruto elbowed him. "Ah, don't be a prick. I know you're sweltering. Your face is all flushed."
"Where the hell did you learn a word like sweltering?" Sasuke asked, stopping and raising an eyebrow.
"A dictionary!" Naruto said, grinning widely. "Tsunade-old-hag threw one at me yesterday - don't you remember that?"
"No," Sasuke said slowly.
"Hmph," Naruto said, crossing his arms and putting on his 'thoughtful' face. "Maybe that's 'cause. . .oh, right. You were having some 'technical difficulties' with your costume."
Sasuke's face got a touch redder. "Don't talk about that," he grumbled.
"Aw, why not?" Naruto cooed mockingly. "Doesn't wittle Princess Sasuke like his dresses?"
Sasuke decked him. Naruto clutched at his nose, going cross-eyed in order to see it. "Oh, gods, by dose! You droke by dose!"
"I did not," Sasuke snorted, and kept walking. "Now get moving. Iruka will kill you if you're late."
Naruto held onto his nose gingerly, then dabbed at it with his fingers, checking for blood. "I know, you bastard," he said, his voice still a little obscured by the punishment his nose had received, but not as bad as before.
He caught up to Sasuke and walked along side him. "Jeez, you act like my mom or something. Naruto, do this, Naruto do that! Bah!"
Sasuke slowed his pace a little bit, and fell in step with Naruto, walking behind him. He reached out and pushed him solidly, sending him flying down the sidewalk. The blond stumbled, and nearly fell flat on his face. Sasuke was disappointed that he didn't.
"Bastard!" Naruto cried, turning about and shaking his fist at the Uchiha boy. "What the hell was that for?"
"Tch. You're so slow," Sasuke grumbled, crossing his arms. "A turtle could get to your house faster."
"Are you saying I'm slow?" Naruto fumed.
Sasuke rolled his eyes. "Not just physically," he muttered.
"Asshole!" Naruto yelled. "I'm faster than you! I could beat you, any day, hands down!"
"Oh?" the dark-haired boy said, turning his head to the side a little, as if intrigued. "Wanna race?"
"Fine!" the blond barked. "You're on!"
"Last one there has to explain to Iruka why we're ten minutes late," Sasuke said.
"Better start thinking of good excuses!" Naruto called, and Sasuke blinked.
"Hey!" he shouted at Naruto. "You cheating asshole! I haven't said go yet!"
Naruto snickered and turned around, proceeding to dash headlong down the sidewalk. "Gonna beat Sasuke, gonna absolutely kick his ass at this," he chortled to himself.
"Who's kicking whose ass?" Sasuke asked, and Naruto looked to his left to see Sasuke keeping pace with him and glaring like there was no tomorrow.
"How did you - but!" the blond stammered, glancing back over his shoulder.
Sasuke pulled away from him. "Never look back!" he called.
Naruto started slowing down, his eyes wide. Then, he grit his teeth and glowered at Sasuke's retreating back. "Bastard," he snarled, and started running just as fast as his legs would let him.
- - - - - - -
Iruka was minding his own business, getting his mark books out of the car. Things were getting down to the wire at school, with another school year dangerously close to its end. In just a week's time, the students would be writing their final exams. Just a week ago he'd been reminding the students about the last band practice of the year, and now, even that was history. He sighed.
Then, he was nearly run over by a blur of orange. He barley had time to exclaim, "What the -", before he was nearly run over by a blur of blue and black.
Naruto had skidded to a stop on the doorstep. "Hah!" he cried, pointing at the blue-black blur, which turned out to be Sasuke. "I win, so you have to tell Iruka why we're late!"
"You did not win," Sasuke retorted, making a sour face, "idiot."
"I did so, asshole! Iruka, tell him I won!"
"What is wrong with you two?" Iruka asked, shaking his head and reaching into the car to get the rest of his marking.
"I won the race here, so Sasuke has to tell you why we're late!" Naruto cried, dancing triumphantly.
"Why are you late?" Iruka asked, his voice bordering on dangerous.
"Well, Sasuke?" Naruto asked, crossing his arms and smirking at the Uchiha. "You'd better have a good excuse. . ."
Sasuke turned around to face Iruka. The brunet teacher closed the door of his car and looked at the Uchiha boy. "Well?" he said, sounding impatient.
"Naruto distracted me," Sasuke said, calmly, his face expressionless.
"Uh?" Naruto cried. "Asshole! You can't blame this on me!"
Iruka raised an eyebrow. "Distracted you how?" he asked, looking doubtful. He didn't believe what Sasuke was saying.
"With his hands," Sasuke replied, stoic as ever, "and his mouth."
"What!" Naruto cried.
Iruka's eyes got comically wide, and he shook his head. "I did not need to hear that," he said, picking up his marking and marching toward to door. "Next time, don't bother explaining."
He unlocked the front door and slammed it shut behind him. Naruto glowered at Sasuke. "You lying bastard," he snarled.
Sasuke shrugged. "You're not in trouble are you?" he asked, smirking slyly.
Naruto gritted his teeth and growled. "Oh, you! I oughtta!"
Iruka poked his head back outside, glowering at them. "You two are going to study in the kitchen, where I can keep an eye on you," he said, his eyes narrowing in distrust. "Now get inside."
The two boys dutifully did as they were told.
- - - - - - - - - - -
"Ah, only a week more of school and then, we're done forever," Orochimaru said, flipping through a text book with disinterest.
Itachi flipped over some papers. "Speak for yourself," he muttered.
"Ah, right, right," the older teen said. "I keep forgetting you're going to get a 'higher education'." He snorted disdainfully.
"And what are you doing?" Itachi asked, sounding neither disdainful or interested.
"Me?" Orochimaru asked, pointing to himself. "Why, I'm going to get a job!"
"Doing what?" Itachi asked, chewing on the end of his pen. "Repetitive factory work?"
"Hey, it pays well," the serpentine boy said. "That's more than you can say about your education. You're paying them."
"True," the Uchiha heir agreed. "But psychiatric work pays just as well as your factory job, and is never, ever dull."
"No," Orochimaru quipped, "you just get to play with the loonies all day."
"I do anyway," Itachi muttered, looking for another sheet.
"Feh," Orochimaru said, throwing the textbook away from him and sprawling out across the sofa. "You don't need a PhD to tell someone they're crazy."
"No, but you need one to diagnose someone as insane," Itachi replied. "Saying you're crazy, and diagnosing someone as insane are two different things."
Orochimaru sat up. "Whatever," he said. "You have to deal with people. Really fucking crazy people. I'm just going to have to deal with a machine."
"Lots of people in factories tend to go crazy," Itachi said, "from the monotony of it all."
"Bah!" Orochimaru cried. "I can't get any crazier than I already am, and if I do, I've got you to sort me out."
He grinned wickedly at the younger teen. Itachi didn't even look up at him. Orochimaru flopped back on the sofa again. "Admit it, weasel-boy, you're just going for the parties."
"That's the last thing I'm going for," Itachi said. "I've had enough of your parties to last me a lifetime."
"Ooh, hey, you're going to have college friends," Orochimaru said, sitting up. "Do you think there'll be any hot sorority girls?"
"Lecher," Itachi said. "Of course there will be sorority girls. You might want to watch out for them though. They might ask you to join."
"They'd ask you first," Orochimaru said, "you've got better hair."
He squealed, throwing his voice up as high as it would go. "Oooh, Itachi! How do you get your hair so smooth and soft? Teach us your secrets!"
The textbook he'd thrown away came back to smite him, courtesy of Itachi. The older teen rubbed his nose. "You're cruel," he said, glowering at the younger boy.
"I try," he replied.
"Hey, hey," Orochimaru said. "When you get done there, do you think you could give me a hand with studying for this science exam of ours? I don't get it and I'm failing the class. . ."
"Good," Itachi said. "Maybe you'll flunk."
"You have no heart, do you?" Orochimaru asked, sulking.
"No," the Uchiha heir said. "I tore it out and chewed it up. And then, I gave it to you."
"Ew," the serpentine boy said, coiling away as if he was disgusted. "You're sick."
"Will you stop telling me things I already know?"
"Probably not," he replied, smirking. "Not until you get over here and teach me some things I don't know."
"Well, there was this thing I saw on television, where this guy was -"
"Does it have anything to do with science?" Orochimaru asked.
"The science of the human body and contortions, yes," he replied.
"Sounds like fun! Teach me!"
- - - - - - - - - -
"Hey, Hinata!"
The brunette girl glanced up from the books she was carrying. She'd been trying to navigate the front steps to the school, without tripping and falling. She'd taken all last week off school, because of TenTen and the baby. She was so behind in her school work now, it was ridiculous.
Kiba was walking down the steps, followed by Shino. "Where have you been?" the Inuzuka boy asked, taking some of her textbooks without even asking if she needed some help. He passed some off to Shino, who said nothing, but carried the books willingly.
"Ah, my cousin's girlfriend had her baby," she said, "and she came home last week from the hospital."
"Oh?" Kiba said, blinking. "You don't tell me anything, do you?"
She looked away and blushed. "I-it's strictly family business," she stuttered.
"Oh," he said, "I get it." He sounded a little angry.
She looked at him worriedly. "W-we weren't supposed to let anyone know about it," she said, "after all, the baby is -"
He waved his hand dismissively, sighing. "I don't understand why all you people gotta be so goddamn secretive. So what if the kid's a bastard?"
Hinata went red, and looked down at the ground. "I-it's just that -"
"You're Hyuugas, and you can't let anything ruin your prissy little reputation," he snarled, then snorted. "Get down off your high horse already! People fuck up."
"Hey," she said softly, looking away at the ground. She could feel tears in her eyes. She wanted to say something to defend her family, but could think of nothing to say. Kiba's brutal honesty was absolutely right.
"I think that's enough," Shino said, stepping in to her rescue.
Kiba glanced at his normally silent friend, catching the warning in his tone. It was time to put up or shut up. He looked at Hinata, then away again. He sighed and put his arms behind his head. "Ah, well, ya know. That's just the way things are,"
"Kiba," Hinata said, clearing her throat and looking up.
"Ah?" he asked, turning to her. "Yeah?"
She blushed and looked away. "I, um, need t-to talk to you," she said, pressing her knuckles to her lips, as if to seal them shut.
"Yeah, sure," he said, turning to her. "Go ahead."
She looked up at him, and then, glanced at Shino. She made a small noise and looked away again. Shino handed the textbooks back to Kiba. "I think she means alone," he said.
"Oh," Kiba said, realizing. He really, really sucked with girls, and he was just noticing it now.
"I'll see you later," Shino said, with a small wave and walked off, jamming his hands in his pockets.
"See ya!" Kiba called, waving to his best friend. He turned to face Hinata. "Is there something wrong?" he asked, doing his best to be concerned.
"I-I. . .is your mother married?" she asked, glancing up at him quickly, then looking back at the ground and the gravel she was kicking around with her feet.
Kiba looked away, his upper lip curling in a sneer. "Yeah," he said, "or was."
"Was?" Hinata asked, looking up. "S-she's divorced?"
"No," Kiba said gruffly, jamming his hands into his pockets. He wouldn't look at her. "My father's dead."
"Oh!" Hinata cried, hesitating for only a second when she reached out to touch him. Her hand was pressed lightly to his wrist, and he frowned. "I'm sorry!"
He shrugged. "It don't matter now," he said.
"I-it must be hard," she said, and her touch was so light. It seemed like she was going to withdraw. Maybe she thought he didn't want her to touch him?
Bah, he was a boy. He'd have to be crazy not to want her to touch him. He moved his hand and entwined it with hers. "It don't matter," he said, meeting her eyes. "He's dead, and I can't change it."
"Still," she said thoughtfully, unable to meet his gaze and looking away. "I-I shouldn't have -"
"You'd have found out sooner or later," he said, with a shrug. He didn't want to deal with this right now, but he guessed it was better that she found out from him than from that witch -
"I m-met your mother."
"What?" he asked, staring at her. "You met her! When?"
"L-last week. Y-you were out with Akamaru," the Hyuuga heiress stuttered. "And. . .she opened t-the door and -"
"What did she say to you?" Kiba asked, looking utterly concerned about her. "If she was rude to you, I swear, I'll kill her -"
"Kiba! She's your own mother!" Hinata barked. He winced and recoiled from her. He'd never seen her get so worked up.
"I don't care," he muttered.
"That's horrible," she said, and her face creased up. "She's your mother, for the love of-"
"I don't care," he snarled. "She sure as hell doesn't act like she's my mother!"
Hinata looked away from him. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "It wasn't my place."
"Hinata," he sighed. He really, really sucked at these things.
"Y-you don't love her?" she asked, tipping her head to the side.
He shook his head. His clenched his fists, and tried to bite his tongue. "I hate her, Hinata. She. . .she! Gods, she screwed up everything Dad worked so hard for! And then he died, and she - that's why I live where I do! She's a selfish bitch!"
"Kiba!" Hinata pleaded.
"I'm sorry, but goddamn, it's the truth!" he barked, turning away. "It's the goddamned truth."
"Kiba," she said.
"Don't," he growled. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Does she hate you?"
He'd been dreading that question, and he felt his stomach bottom out when she said it. There was a long silence between them. The clouds scudded by in the blue sky. He sighed. "Yeah," he said, weakly, "she hates me. She. . .she has to, with the way. . ."
"Don't say anymore," Hinata said, giving his hand a squeeze. "Don't say anything."
"She. . .she's pissed off at the world, 'cause she's got no money, and two kids and -"
"Kiba," Hinata said, and he looked down at her.
She smiled up at him, shyly. Her arms were curled about his elbow and she was leaning up toward him. "I said not to say anymore," she whispered, and then, blushing furiously, sealed his lips with hers so that he couldn't speak.
He cupped her cheek. He hadn't touched her since that night. He wasn't sure just exactly how she'd felt about being touched after that, and he had wanted her to make the first move, to tell him she was okay with everything.
She was shy, and it had taken her forever. He'd been beginning to think that she wouldn't ever make the first move. She was just too shy, too nice to ever do anything like that. . .
He was the first to pull back. "Hinata," he panted.
"No," she whispered, "shush."
She curled a finger to his lips, and smiled at him. "You said you didn't want to talk."
She leaned in again, and his inner pervert was cheering in triumph. He was so glad she wasn't able to hear it. It would have most definitely wrecked the moment. He wrapped his arms about her - gods, she was so slim and slight in his grasp. He felt like he could crush her. He felt like she was china, porcelain, the good dishes kept in the cabinet for when company came over, and he had to be so, so careful, because he was a boy and boys were clumsy and dropped things.
Things shattered when you dropped them. He had to hang onto her. He couldn't drop her, but he couldn't hold her too tightly either. He had to be gentle, and careful . .
He parted her lips, and she gave to him, crumbling to his will. She was so submissive. He wished she was a little more aggressive, instead of passively standing there, letting him plunder her mouth, shyly dancing around the invader. It was coy, it was seductive, but she was just too shy to play at being a vixen.
She pulled away from him. "I've got to go," she said, smiling still.
"Uh, me too," he said, feeling a little dazed and a little confused. "Akamaru needs to go for a walk."
She blushed furiously, suddenly, looking away. "Oh!" she cried, holding her hands to her face.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
She shook her head, and turned around, and started walking away. "I-I've got to go, Kiba," she stuttered. "I-I'll see you later!"
And she ran off. He could only stare after her.
- - - - - - - -
"Aw, crap!" Ino exclaimed.
"Here, here!" Sakura said, quickly grabbing some napkins and handing them to the blonde girl, who desperately tried to mop up the ice cream that had just dripped onto her textbook.
"Pineapple-head!" she barked, turning to the counter of ice cream parlour.
Shikamaru rolled his eyes at the nickname. "What?" he asked, with a sigh.
"Your freezer must not be working! My ice cream is dripping all over the place!" she said with a frown.
"Maybe it's because you let it sit there for over half-an-hour," Choji pointed out helpfully.
"I thought you were on my side," Ino said, turning to glower at the brunet.
Choji looked away, hastily busying himself with eating his own sundae. Ino sighed. "The teacher better not try to hold that as damages," she grumbled, looking forlornly at the stain on the book.
"At least you were studying," Sakura said brightly, "unlike Shikamaru and Choji."
"Studying, feh," Shikamaru said, turning away to take a few swipes at the counter with a wet cloth. It was pretty much clean anyway, he decided.
"Oh, oh!" Ino said, perking up. "Did you hear?"
"No!" Sakura cried, leaning forward. "What happened? What happened?"
"You know Hinata's cousin Neji, and his girlfriend, TenTen?"
"Yeah," Sakura said, "whatever happened to her?"
"Well," Ino said, tossing her head, as if she were high and mighty. She was, after all, the reigning Queen of Gossip. "She dropped out, 'cause she got pregnant. She just had the baby!"
"A baby?" Sakura asked, her eyes getting wide and round. "She's only a year older than us!"
"I heard she had a c-section," Ino told her.
"What's a c-section?" Choji asked, looking up from his sundae at last. "Does it have anything to do with food?"
The girls looked at him blankly, then looked away, chattering to each other. "That's why Hinata took all last week off from school," Ino concluded.
"Oh?" Sakura said. "Why would she have to stay home?"
"TenTen's still recovering. I mean, hello, they did kind of slit her open," the blonde girl said.
"Oh, right," Sakura said, sighing. "Was it a boy or a girl?"
"Boy," Ino replied.
"How do you know this?" the pink-haired girl asked her, frowning.
Ino shrugged. "It's just what I've heard," she said.
The girls yakked on about this and that, and didn't really get any studying done. Shikamaru stood behind the counter and looked at the window, watching the clouds outside roll by. It had been a hot day. He was glad to be in the shop, if only because they had air conditioning. In this heat, it was troublesome even to lie outside in the grass.
"Aw, crap," he muttered, looking down at the counter.
"What is it?" Sakura asked, looking over Ino's shoulder at him.
"Mom wants me to mow the lawn when I get home," he said with a sigh.
"It'll do you good, Shika," Ino told him, pushing her sundae toward Sakura. The pink-haired girl regarded it with a wince.
"It's all melted," she said.
"Do you want it?" Ino asked.
"No," Sakura replied. "It's all melted and. . .goopy."
"I'll eat it," Choji said. "Never let food go to waste!"
Ino hit him over the head with a spoon. "You've had more than enough," she said, crossly.
"Just let him have it," Shikamaru said. "It's less of a mess for me to clean up."
Ino sighed. Choji cried in triumph and dug into the bowl of melted ice cream. The two girls grimaced, then looked back at their textbooks. "So, um, how about science?" Sakura asked.
"Science indeed," Ino said, agreeing.
They turned to the same page in their textbooks. Ino wilted a little bit. "Man," she said with a sigh, "this is so boring."
"You don't want to fail, do you?" Sakura asked.
"No, but. . .ugh. Who cares about ions and stupid stuff like that?" she asked, sounding a little cross. Spending all day in a hot school had made her a little bit cranky.
Sakura ran a hand through her hair. "Do you want to be stuck working in a dirty factory all your life?" she asked, sitting up a little straighter. She looked like she was being prim.
"Hey," Choji said, through a mouthful of ice cream, "not all factories are dirty. My dad works at a factory."
"Have you ever been inside?" Sakura asked, sounding almost snide.
"Well," he said, looking thoughtful, "no, not really."
Sakura nodded and turned back to Ino. "Do you want to be doing factory work all your life?" she asked.
"Do I need to know about ions to do factory work all my life?" Ino asked, grumbling.
"No," Sakura said. "But it's dirty."
"There are worse things than factories," Shikamaru said, leaning on the counter and staring out into space.
"Oh, shut up. You two aren't helping," she said, glowering at them, before turning back to Ino, her unmotivated study partner.
"Ions it is," Ino muttered.
- - - - - - -
"So, if the train is travelling at-"
"Sasuke, you're asking all the hard questions," Naruto whined, crossing his arms.
"No whining," Sasuke growled, glowering at the blond.
Naruto sprawled out across the couch. "You're mean," he said, sticking out his tongue.
" -Sixty-seven kilometres an hour, and it left the station at -"
"Ask me the easy questions! I can answer those!"
" - eight-twenty-eight pm, and was travelling toward Suna, which is five hundred and twenty-two kilometres away -"
"I don't know!" Naruto cried throwing his hands up in the air.
"I haven't even finished asking you the question," Sasuke said.
"But I don't know how to solve the question," Naruto whined. "Maybe the train blew up, for all I know!"
Sasuke sighed, and looked in the back of the book for the answer. His eyes widened. "You're right," he said, "the train did blow up."
"Don't joke around," Naruto said angrily, pouting.
"The train blew a gasket just after pulling out of the station, and never made it to Suna," Sasuke said, blinking.
"Let me see that," Naruto said. "Where the hell does it say that!"
"It doesn't," Sasuke said with a smirk. "You're so gullible, moron."
Naruto sat back and crossed his arms. "You're so mean, asshole. Ask me some questions I know the answers to."
"It doesn't help you learn if you already know the answers," Sasuke said with a sigh.
"At least I can answer them! This is too hard for me!"
"I'm asking you the hard ones so you know how to do them for the final exam!" Sasuke barked.
"I won't need to," Naruto said stubbornly.
"You will so!" Sasuke said. "Do you expect them to ask you all the easy questions?"
The phone started to ring. "Telephone!" Naruto shouted, jumping up from his place on the sofa and bouncing off it, into the kitchen.
Sasuke sighed and nursed his building headache. The house was hot, because there was no air conditioner. Sasuke would have rather gone home, where it was cold, and he at least had a pool. Naruto was still grounded though, until the end of the week.
Naruto ran back into the room, leaping over Sasuke and landing on the couch. "Who was that?" Iruka called from the kitchen, where he was cleaning up from dinner.
"Gaara!" Naruto called back.
Sasuke winced at the name. He didn't care if Naruto was related to the red-headed freak or not, he still hated the name.
"Who?" Iruka asked.
"A friend from school!" the blond called. "He's coming over -"
He shut his mouth abruptly, realizing he was still grounded and he wasn't supposed to have anybody over. Sasuke winced. He really didn't want to be there if Gaara was going to be there.
"You're not allowed to have friends over, Naruto!" Iruka called back. "You're still grounded. Sasuke's only here to help you study."
"Gaara's bringing something over," Naruto replied. "To help me study."
Sasuke slowly got to his feet. "I'll be going then," he said, closing his textbook with his foot and reaching down to get it.
"No!" Naruto cried, lunging at him, and latching onto him, knocking them both over into a heap of tangled limbs.
Sasuke hit him over the head with the textbook. "Moron," he growled.
"You can't go!" Naruto cried. "Who will teach me how to solve all the ridiculously hard problems!"
"Get Gaara to," Sasuke growled. "You're going to study with him."
"Erm, he's failing too," Naruto said, sheepishly. "He wanted some help with writing an essay, and he thinks I'm good at English, for some reason, so he's bringing it over, and I thought, well, you're here, so you can look it over, 'cause you're way better than me at- mmmpf."
"Shut up," Sasuke growled, clapping a hand over the blond's mouth. "You talk too much."
He started to try and disentangle himself from Naruto, and Iruka walked into the room then. He dropped the dish he'd been drying. Luckily, it was plastic, so it didn't shatter. "Um," he said.
Naruto blinked and looked at the brunet teacher. "What?" he asked, as clueless and naive as ever.
"Get off of me," Sasuke snarled, shoving at the blond.
"Hey, hey, what's your problem?" he asked, frowning at Sasuke.
"You're supposed to be studying science, not Sasuke's anatomy!" Iruka barked, blushing furiously.
"Eh?" Naruto asked, surprised. "Aw- crap! Iruka, this isn't what it looks like!"
The teacher picked up his dish and walked into the kitchen, grumbling to himself about irrepressible teenagers and their out-of-control hormones.
Naruto pulled back from Sasuke and got back up on the sofa. Sasuke sat down on the floor and opened up his textbook again. He sighed.
"I thought we could get that whole mess between you and him sorted out," Naruto said.
He looked up. "What mess?" he growled.
Naruto looked a little nervous. "You know, the one where he. . .uh, you. . ," he said, waving his hand.
"There is nothing to sort out," he snarled.
"Well, I just thought," Naruto said huffily.
They glared at each other for a few minutes, before Sasuke finally looked away and flipped through his textbook.
"There is so stuff for you two to sort out," the blond huffed.
Sasuke was about to say something, when the doorbell rang.