Fire: Yay! Feedback with a little buzz! (not that the other reviews aren't appreciated...I love reading them too!) Sorry if I sound a little crazy. I really want some constructive criticism...so I'll try my best not to abuse the use of Japanese terms, Dragon'sSword. All Japanese added have been done so consciously to enhance the story...so I really don't want it to get in the way.
Sasuke: (mumbles under his breath) ...really is crazy...
Fire: (smacks Sasuke in the head) It's all your idea anyway! You're the one who comes up with these terms!
Sasuke: (eyes go sharingan, trying to suppress rage) Who writes it down?
Fire: (ignoring Sasuke) Let's see what our co-writer has to say about this. (turns to Naruto) Naruto...?
Naruto: (scratching head) This is...E--ang--glleesh?
Fire: (turns quickly away from Naruto) Well...on with the story. And keep reviewing. Don't be afraid to flame me. Fire doesn't burn. Flames will just make Fire grow brighter...and I might just update it earlier if enough people review.
Sasuke: (still mumbling under his breath) Told you Fire's crazy...talking in the third person...
Fire: (Punches Sasuke hard in the face and yells) I SAID 'on with the story!'
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Disclaimer: the phrase "My dobe" is copyrighted by Fire. All other previous disclaimers still stand. Kishimoto-sensei still owns Naruto...and all I have are Naruto stocks... :(
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Chapter 4: One Day
His mind was in a daze, and when Sasuke came to, he found himself sitting in the dark in his kitchen. He didn't remember coming home after breaking up with Sakura, he was hungry, and he only had one thing on his mind. He needed to see Naruto. He needed to be with Naruto. He has been away from the blond for too long already. There was no way that he was going to spend another moment away from him.
The dark-haired boy pushed himself up from the low table and was out the door before he could even think to hesitate. But he was hesitating in his mind as he walked out the front door. The moon was a sliver in the sky, surrounded by its attendant stars. It was already far into the night, and he was sure that Naruto was going to be asleep.
For a moment, he thought about going back. He could wait until tomorrow, right? It has already been about two weeks since he saw Naruto last. But, his legs didn't listen to his brain. His legs were listening to the thing that was calling out to Naruto.
And that was how he found himself climbing into Naruto's room in the middle of the night. The blond shinobi was fast asleep in his bed, his pyjama shirt crumpled halfway up his chest and his nightcap askew on his head. Sasuke watched him as he slept, unable to look away, not daring to touch him for fear of waking the boy. He was strangely happy just standing there, watching him sleep. He didn't need anything else. He just sat down at the very edge of Naruto's mattress and watched him sleep, the entire time with weariness creeping upon him.
After a while, Sasuke shifted closer–away from the edge of Naruto's bed–bent over the boy's sleeping form with all the intention of kissing him...then straightened again. He couldn't bring himself to do it. He was afraid to do it. Instead, the dark-haired shinobi crawled atop the blankets–his weary limbs stiffening with every movement–and curled at Naruto's side. He stared intensely at the blond's peaceful face. It was a tight fit on the small twin-size bed, but it would only be for a little while. He'll leave...before Naruto wakes...
The sun shone brightly through the open window, passed the curtains pulled to one side, and fell right across the face of a blond boy. He opened one eye slightly, looking out through that one slit before he noticed that he felt all cramped up. He tried to move, but realized that there was an unusual weight on his body.
'Hmm...I swear I closed those curtains last night,' Naruto's mind said as he slowly adjusted his eyes to the sunlight. He moved his right arm down to push himself up, but it met air and he almost fell out of his bed, would have fallen out of his bed if it wasn't for the strange weight on his body. "Whoa!" He caught the side of the bed, his eyes growing wide. 'What's going on!'
Then, he felt it. The unmistakable warmth of a nearby body, the steady rise and fall of another's breathing. Naruto turned to his left to see what it was when his face met a mass of pitch-black hair. The blond rolled the other body off him and inched away from the edge of his mattress to see who it was that had fallen into his bed.
And Naruto came face to face with Sasuke.
For a moment, Naruto was captivated by the sight of his best friend. The morning sunlight made his skin glow against the black hair spread out on Naruto's pillow. He looked so at peace that Naruto couldn't imagine that this boy could have the hurricane of raging hatred that Naruto knew Sasuke had for Itachi, his elder brother.
With his heart pounding in his ears, the blond stopped his head a finger's breadth from the other boy's face. He hadn't even realized that he was inching closer.
He licked his dry lips as he listened to Sasuke's calm breathing. He didn't even have to think about it. His lips pressed against the other boy lightly...on the nose.
Naruto didn't really intend to kiss him on the nose. It sort of just happened. He guessed that he shouldn't have closed his eyes...
But, it was enough to wake Sasuke from his sleep.
'Kuso, my face is burning up!' Naruto panicked slightly.
There was slight confusion on Sasuke's face at first as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes; then, he saw Naruto hovering over him, and he sat up. "N–Naruto!" He said, panic seeping into his heart. "Wh...I can explain!" Then, a very faint pinkish tint spread into his cheeks as his nose told of a remnant of a kiss.
The thought that the blond might have no reservations toward finding the dark-haired boy so suddenly in his bed had crossed over Sasuke's mind, but one look at Naruto's face told him otherwise. There was some curiosity as to why Sasuke was sleeping in his bed, although there was more embarrassment there...for...what?
"I..." He couldn't bring himself to say it, his explanation... "I...like you." He was staring down at his hands. He just couldn't bring himself to look the blond in the eyes. "I like you a lot." He felt his face burning. But it was still a lot better than telling him that he was stalking him and sleeping in his bed at night when he wasn't watching...
Naruto pulled himself out of bed and grabbed his clothes quickly from his dresser drawers. Those words came out of nowhere. Naruto didn't know how to react. He was sure that Sasuke had only said it out of politeness for Naruto. It was obvious that he was embarrassed about what he had just done.
'And that was supposed to explain what Sasuke was doing in my bed!'
"I...I don't know Sasuke. I..." He thought about what he did just a moment ago, his face brightening even more before he shook his head free of that thought. "...I don't think of you that way." He shook off the remark. He didn't want Sasuke to have to hold himself to a sentence that he said when he was half-asleep and probably dreaming of Sakura.
And the brat's back in denial!
'Urusai, damn Kyuubi!'
"Just, give me a chance!" Sasuke shouted at Naruto in a very un-Sasuke-like manner. "Naruto..." He clutched the blankets with his hands, his knuckles shrieking white in their desire to push his fingernails through his palms, and if it wasn't for those blankets, they might have succeeded. "Just, give me one chance..." The boy was awake. He wasn't just talking in his sleep.
Yeah, listen to him, Kit. He knows what he's talking about, the Kyuubi said with a wink.
Naruto ignored the demon fox, but when he thought it over in his own mind, he came to the same conclusion. He really wanted to be with Sasuke.
"Okay..." he said slowly as he looked away from Sasuke. The light that shone through the open window behind the dark-haired shinobi gave his skin an ethereal glow. Sasuke shone like an angel in the morning light, and Naruto felt his heart racing in his chest as he turned away, his own face flushing a similar red that was on Sasuke's face now. "Demo...this doesn't mean anything, okay?" And he walked out of the room.
The Kyuubi jinchuuriki had gone to shower and change out of his pyjamas into his everyday clothes, and when he came out of the bathroom, a towel mopping up the stray water left in his hair, he smelled the unmistakable smell of cooking. The blond chuunin walked out of the bathroom and made his way through the already piling clothing and garbage left on the floor. And Sasuke had only cleaned all of it a few days ago too...
"Sasuke?" He said as he dried his hair with a towel. "I didn't know you could cook."
"Well..." the dark-haired boy said as he moved easily around the kitchen. "I don't eat ramen like you." He had to stay healthy. He had to grow stronger in order to defeat Itachi.
Naruto glared at the dark-haired shinobi from the door. "What's wrong with ramen?" His voice was filled with cautious venom.
"Nothing," Sasuke said as he tossed the contents of a frying pan with one hand, his other hand occupied with a pair of chopsticks. "It's just not very healthy." He placed several plates of food on the table in front of two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks. "I made rice."
"Yeah, I can see that," Naruto said as he sat down. He wasn't going to turn down a free meal if he could get away with it. "I just didn't know I had rice."
Sasuke stared at Naruto as he sat down. "But, there was a bag of rice right in the bottom cupboard," Sasuke said as he handed a note to Naruto. "Iruka-sensei had dropped it off a few months ago."
Naruto looked down at the note, and sure enough, there was a date written on it, and Iruka-sensei's signature. "O-kay..." he said slowly again.
'Try to eat a balanced meal at least once a day... You might defeat Sasuke someday if you do... Dated April...' ...as if the rice might go bad before Naruto even realized that it was there...
Naruto crumpled the note in his hand. Iruka-sensei really liked to annoy him. He could beat up Sasuke right now if he wanted to!
"Now, eat before the food gets cold."
Sasuke's words brought Naruto back to reality, and the shinobi looked at the food warily. He wasn't too confident of the other boy's cooking. In all their time together on missions, Sakura had always cooked. But...it didn't looked poisonous...not that it meant that it wasn't poison...
"Itadakimasu..."
Naruto took a cautious bite.
"It's good!" Naruto said with mild surprise tinged in his happy voice. He smiled wide and bright at Sasuke before continuing with his breakfast. It wasn't ramen, but he could go to Ichiraku's later. At the moment, he would indulge Sasuke and eat his food.
Sasuke was trying very hard to keep a smile down as he watched Naruto eat his food with all the zeal that he had when he ate ramen. He had half-expected the blond to put up a fight, but to his relief, he didn't, and when Naruto said that his cooking was good, he had felt such elation that he wanted to kiss the blond there...but, he didn't. He was apprehensive...afraid. He didn't want to scare the blond away after convincing him to give him a chance.
"Well...I'm leaving," Naruto said suddenly as he placed his empty bowl and chopsticks down. Sasuke was staring at Naruto too hard to realize that the boy had actually already eaten about twelve bowls of rice and most of the food.
"N–Nani?" Sasuke couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You said that I'd..." Actually, he wasn't sure what Naruto had said, but he wasn't just going to let the blond go so easily.
"I'll be right back," Naruto said a little too casually as he rose from his seat. "And I'll do the dishes, okay?" He was feeling a little bad about leaving Sasuke already. He wanted to know why the other boy was sleeping in his bed, and how he got there. And what did he mean by 'give him a chance?' Naruto had said he will, but he couldn't just outright refuse anything that Sasuke said without even knowing what it was that he was refusing. The dark-haired shinobi was his best friend. He trusted him completely. "Just...stay right here."
With that said, Naruto blew out of the kitchen, through the living room and out the front door, his blazing orange jacket in one hand and his hitai-ate in the other. And Sasuke was left in the kitchen all alone.
The Uchiha finished his meal slowly before placing the dishes neatly in the sink, careful to fill them with water so that they could soak and would be easier for the blond to wash later. Naruto hardly ate anything other than his cup ramen–Sasuke knew because that was all he had found in the kitchen when he woke up, other than the rice and the meat that was in the fridge from that day in the market–so, Sasuke was sure that the blond wasn't used to washing dishes. Stuck-on foods would probably give him a migraine.
And it wasn't as if Sasuke had nothing to do. Inside, he really wanted to train, to grow stronger so that he could defeat his brother–that thought was back now that he didn't have to worry about Naruto anymore–but Naruto had said to stay in the apartment, that he'll be right back, so Sasuke decided to do the next best thing.
Okay...it wasn't really the next best thing, but the apartment was already a mess and Sasuke just couldn't feel his chi in the air with the clutter clogging it. He wondered how the other shinobi could even mould his chakra enough in here enough to perform even a simple hand seal much less an entire jutsu.
Sasuke sighed as he went to work. Even with Kage Bunshin–which he couldn't do–he would still have to work extra hard just to clean this place, and keep it clean.
A ledger flew through the air toward Naruto as the blond backed out of the Hokage's office. Due to sheer luck, the jinchuuriki managed to dodge the high-speed attack. The book lodged itself in the wall as easily as a shuriken, even with its dull edges. Several of the Hokage's secretaries along with Shizune proceeded to attempt extracting the important book of financial accounts.
"I said that we have no missions, and we're not going to have any missions for a little longer, Naruto!" Tsunade's voice was filled with fury as she shouted. "I said that I'll send for you even if we only get a 'measly' D-ranked mission, so stop coming back here!" A throbbing vein was visibly prying itself from her forehead.
"Tsu...Tsunade-sama!" Shizune rushed over to the blond woman as she lifted the desk over her head to make her point.
"W–well...I'll s–see you tomorrow," Naruto said shakily as he rushed out of there. He never thought that he could actually make Tsunade-obaachan that angry, but he guessed that he could annoy anyone if he was pestering them nonstop for over two months. He just wished that Kakashi-sensei was here. He was sure that the grey-haired jounin would have something for them to do, perhaps a minor mission that Tsunade had tucked away somewhere for a rainy day...
The blond sighed as he opened the door of his apartment. It was another uneventful day, and all he wanted to do was make some ramen and sleep for a little while. Even the idea of training today was unappealing. All his energy had been used up trying to avoid Tsunade's attacks. The woman had smashed several holes in her walls and floor, broken a few bookcases and even a few books in her attempt to send Naruto from her office. He had used a lot of chakra speeding up his legs in order to avoid instant death. He thought that he was going to collapse.
"Wha...Sasuke!" He looked around his apartment. Everything–all the garbage and all the clothes that he had left on the floor this morning–was gone. Again. "What did you do!" Although it was obvious what he did...
"I cleaned. What does it look like I did?" There was a mop in Sasuke's hands. "The place was a dump. And I had nothing to do."
'But, he only had one morning! How did he find the time to clean everything in only one morning!'
"Watch T.V. like a normal person," Naruto said as he grabbed the mop from the dark-haired nin's hands. He didn't even know that he had a mop.
"Not when I couldn't even see where the couch was," Sasuke retorted, smirking at his own cleverness.
"It's right there!" Naruto shouted with a low growl.
Turning to the kitchen, Sasuke cleared his ear at the shout. 'Is he loud like this all the time?' "The dishes are in the sink," he said as he set down a whetstone to sharpen his kunai and shuriken.
"Yeah, I never said I wasn't going to wash them," Naruto said as he walked to the sink, taking off his jacket now that he was inside. He turned on the water to fill the sink...and as he watched the water rise over the dishes, filling the tub with suds, his memory returned to the events of that morning...and the questions that were brewing in his mind then. "Sasuke..." he said slowly as he watched the bubbles rise in the sink. "What were you saying this morning? About giving you a chance?"
Sasuke's hands stopped as Naruto asked him the question. Naruto...had no idea what he was talking about? "You didn't hear me this morning?" Sasuke's voice was almost shaking with disbelief. He had thought that he was pretty blunt in what he had said. "I said that I like you. I want you to give me a chance...to be with you." That was the longest sentence he had ever had to say, and the hardest one he had ever had to say as well.
Naruto almost laughed at that. "Of course you like me, Sasuke. I'm your friend," Naruto said as he scrubbed the bowl in his hand with the sponge. "You're with me all the time!" 'A chance... Did he mean...about the Orochimaru thing?' "And I completely forgive you for the thing with Orochi–"
"That's not what I mean...urusatonkatchi," Sasuke said as he encircled Naruto lightly with one arm, the other one sliding down the hand that was holding the bowl, his fingers barely touching Naruto's bare skin. "You missed a spot. It's still dirty," the dark-haired boy whispered in his ear as he rested his chin lightly on Naruto's shoulder.
With Sasuke's warm presence behind him, Naruto felt his face burning, heard his heart pounding in his ears, but dismissed it, sending it away from his mind. He didn't even like Sasuke that way! He couldn't allow it. "Sa...Sakura-chan," Naruto said shakily as he felt Sasuke nuzzle his neck. "She's your–"
"Ex-girlfriend," Sasuke said as he fell backwards at Naruto's sudden push.
"I'm washing the dishes, Sasuke," Naruto said, his face bright red as he buried his concentration in the sink. That was...uncomfortable. "You should sharpen your kunai in the living room."
Sasuke frowned a little as he blew his long black bangs out of his face. "Fine," he said after a short pause. He picked up the whetstone and left the kitchen.
Naruto sighed in relief as he sank his hands into the soapy water once more. It should be easier to wash the dishes without Sasuke here. But, he was right about one thing...he had missed a spot.
And you're in denial.
'Urusai!'
As stealthily as he could, Naruto looked around the corner of the wall into the living room, but Sasuke wasn't doing anything unusual. He had thought that the dark-haired boy would be doing something strange. He didn't know what kind of strange thing he would be doing–hanging upside from the ceiling like a bat, or drinking blood, or something like that (probably something else that a vampire would do)–but he had expected Sasuke to be doing it. However, Sasuke was just sitting on the couch like a normal person, reading one of Naruto's scrolls–although, he was sitting with his back against an armrest and his legs resting on the other seats.
The blond sighed as he walked out of the kitchen, grabbed a scroll that he was currently reading, and sat down at the other–very far–end of the couch, but like a real normal person, with his legs dangling over the edge and his back against the seat, like he was supposed to sit considering how there wasn't any room on the couch for him to sit any differently, and it was already cramped enough as it was. The water in the sink had stopped running a little while ago, so he knew that the dark-haired shinobi knew that he wasn't washing the dishes anymore. Staying in the kitchen any longer would only cause trouble.
Sasuke gave the blond a fleeting glance before looking back at the scroll in his hand. It was a very interesting one. He didn't know that the young chuunin had scrolls on jutsu like this. These were pretty advanced. He wanted to know if Naruto had borrowed them from Tsunade or something along that line, or perhaps he had developed these jutsu on his own...but, his mouth was dry, and he couldn't bring himself to ask him the question. So, time passed in silence as they both sat in the waning light of day, reading their respective scrolls.
"Sasuke?" Naruto said after a short while.
Sasuke looked up from his reading. "Hmm?"
"What are you reading?"
Sasuke had to look down at the scroll to see exactly what he was reading. He wasn't really paying too much attention. Naruto was pretty distracting. "A few jutsu," he said slowly as he tried to make out what it was saying exactly.
"Oh..." Naruto said, his face a little pink as he inched a little closer. "Can I read it too?" He was bored, and he had thought that it would be rude if he switched the T.V. on, and...he had wanted to be near Sasuke, not that he was admitting it.
Sasuke blinked a couple of times before reaching forward and pulling Naruto into his arms with a playful smile. It was as if he had read Naruto's mind...although Naruto didn't look too happy about it.
"Sasuke!" Naruto shouted in surprise. His face flushed as it met Sasuke's sturdy chest. He could hear his heart racing again.
"You want to read it, right?" Sasuke said as he allowed the blond to push himself slightly up from where he had fallen, right on top of him. Sasuke's free hand was curled over the boy's shoulders, over the boy's back. "I never said that I'd give the scroll to you." He could almost hear Naruto's heartbeat.
With his hands flat against Sasuke's chest, Naruto pushed himself around right away to look at the scroll in the other boy's hands. He didn't want Sasuke to see his reaction. It was embarrassing, but it wasn't so bad sitting with Sasuke's arms to either side of him, holding the scroll; however Sasuke did read faster than him, and he was sure that his hair was blocking Sasuke's view of the words.
Not to mention that the blond wasn't too comfortable either... Before even a moment was through, Naruto had made up his mind. "I'm going to sleep," he said as he pushed Sasuke's arms away and stepped carefully over the other boy's legs. "I can't sit here and read like this." And he was afraid that Sasuke might hear his erratic heart. They were sitting too close for comfort.
"Fine," Sasuke–who had practically buried his face in the Naruto's hair a moment ago–said as he rolled the scroll closed. "I'm taking a shower."
The blond blinked. "Nani!"
"You're not expecting me to go to sleep without taking a shower first..." he said, his dark eyes cutting through the blond with their strange rationality.
"Y–you're staying here! I'm not running a hotel, Sasuke-teme!" At least hotels get paid!
The dark-haired chuunin frowned at Naruto. "Sakura..." he said simply. There was no need to say anything more. The girl was searching for him, and they both knew it. She would want more information about what had happened between Sasuke and her–and probably between them and Naruto as well–and she wouldn't rest until she was satisfied.
Naruto sighed. "Fine," he said as he turned away. "Stay." He walked into his room to grab his clothes. "But be quick. I want to sleep now." And like Sasuke said, he couldn't sleep without a shower...a very cold shower.
Naruto wasn't too happy when he woke in the morning. He was still tired. He didn't get a very good night's sleep. And it wasn't a wonder why. Sasuke rolled around so much. The blond never knew that his friend could move around so much, and they had slept in the same room on missions before. Although never in the same bed...
'Arrgh! Why don't I have extra futons like a normal person!' But it wasn't as if Naruto has ever had company at his apartment before. Everyone had hated him before...
The blond chuunin groaned as he ran his hand through his gold locks and looked down at Sasuke. Then, he rubbed his face vigorously with his hands. He couldn't believe what he had said to Sasuke the night before! This was going to bother him for a long, long time to come.
'My dobe...' The dark-haired boy grabbed hold of Naruto by the waist, his weary head already half-asleep as he laid it down at Naruto's side. 'I love you...' Sasuke said it just as he fell asleep. It came completely out of the blue.
Naruto's heart raced at the words. He didn't know what to do...what to say... Sasuke had just said that he loved him! '...' But as he looked at the dark-haired chuunin, there was only one thing he could think of to say. 'I love you too...Sasuke...' But of course, the Uchiha was asleep.
Naruto stifled a groan as he pulled at his hair. What was I supposed to say to that! 'No, Sasuke. I only think of you as a friend, a very good friend, but still a friend. Arrgh! I couldn't say that!'
Then why did you say it to him? The Kyuubi's voice was almost amused.
'Arrgh!' He couldn't believe that the Kyuubi would want to annoy him so early in the morning! Foxes were supposed to be nocturnal!
Naruto pulled himself out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. Ramen. He needed Ramen. He needed Ramen to get his mind off all of this.
"Ohayo!" The word came as soon as he walked into the kitchen.
Naruto looked up quickly as he heard the greeting. He knew that voice.
The blond's eyes grew wide as he saw the grey-haired nin. "Kakashi-sensei!" Then, he quickly clamped his hand over his mouth. He didn't want to wake Sasuke. "What are you doing here?" he whispered.
The jounin's only eye not covered by his hitai-ate curved into a smile. "I wanted to see how you were doing while I was away...not slacking off, I hope?"
Naruto's face flushed a little pink at the comment. He was slacking off a little... "Hey, where were you!" He demanded as he turned to his sensei once more. The grey-haired man wasn't one to ask questions. Naruto wasn't the one who went missing for almost three months! "What were you doing!" Something perverted...he just knew it...!
The jounin held up his hands to stop the boy. "Hey, hey, I'm not here for an interrogation," he said as he jumped off his perch on the windowsill. "I'm just here for a visit."
Naruto looked at his sensei through narrowed eyes. "You're hiding something, Kakashi-sensei, otherwise you wouldn't avoid the question like that."
Kakashi looked down at his student for a moment before his mouth curved into a smile that was visible even under the mask that covered half his face. "Okay," he said as he ruffled the blond head in front of him. "But, don't tell Sasuke. I was tracking the whereabouts of Akatsuki. I've found Itachi."
The proud expression on the jounin's face fell and froze as he looked down at his student once more. He hadn't gotten the reaction that he had hoped to get from Naruto. He had expected congratulations or something like that. It wasn't easy to track down Akatsuki. Instead, the blond had frozen in his tracks, but that wasn't all... He seemed to be looking–Kakashi turned around slowly to see–right behind him.
"Naruto...what are you looking..." and Kakashi saw Sasuke standing there with wide eyes, "...at?"
Sasuke had heard everything.
End Chapter 4
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Fire's English Tidbits for those who care:
Everyone who was annoyed by the use of mould in "moulding chakra" and thought that it should be mold...you guessed it... It's another Britian (and all former colonies like Canada and Australia)/United States rule. They both mean the exact same thing but mould is British and mold isn't. A simple rule is that Britain tends to spell words with 'ou' and the United States takes out the 'u.' So 'colour' is British...and 'color' is American. Another simple rule is that certain British words with double 'l' will have a singular 'l' in American. So...'counsellor' is British, and 'counselor' is American. Traveller, and traveler.
More English unless you want to close the window:
Through, thorough and thought. If you're confused, continue reading. Through means to pass from one side of something to the other side, whether that is physically true--like passing through a tunnel--or metaphorically true--as in going through hard times. Thorough is complete. Thoroughly would be completely. Thought is the pass tense of think...although I doubt anyone would actually get it mixed up with the other two, I'm just going to throw it in here.
English...getting bored of it yet:
The pass tense of 'will' is 'would' and the pass tense of 'can' is 'could.' Just something I thought I'd bring up. I'm not sure if anyone has ever thought of this...but I think it's interesting.
Fire's babbling:
Fire: Gomen...for the English. I tend to think a lot about these things...just weird things that pop into my head and since there was a teacher's strike recently here, I haven't been able to talk to any English teachers about it...so it's building up.
Sasuke: (mumbling under his breath) What kind of an insane person thinks about English grammar?
Fire: (smacks Sasuke in the head) What kind of an insane person thinks about his brother all the time!
Naruto: (reading over the chapter again) I don't have curtains... (looks at his window and is completely surprised) I...have curtains?
Fire: You put them up recently so that you could mope around in the dark...over Sasuke.
Sasuke: (turning to Naruto) You need a life...
Naruto: (shouting) Teme! Who's the one who keeps running into my apartment! Stalker! HENTAI!
Sasuke: (turns around and walks away) Just when things were getting good...Kakashi-sensei has to interrupt us...
Naruto: HEY! SASUKE! (runs after Sasuke)
Fire: Kakashi's back! Yay! Read the next chapter to find out how everyone's going to react to that... Will Sasuke go after Itachi, or will he stay in Konoha with Naruto?
Kakashi: Sort of a stupid question, isn't it?
Fire: (supressing anger) Just keep up the suspense, Kakashi... (turning to the audience again) The longest chapter in this story is over... See you in the next chapter. Ja!
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