Edit: October 29, 2005: Changed some formatting and did a major edit job.
Disclaimer: OH EM GEE! (Runs in dramatically) LOOKIT LOOKIT! (waves a single paper around) IT'S THE RIGHTS TO NARUTO!
(Hordes of lawyers pound down door)
…(gulp) Can't you take a joke? I don't own anything '
Summary: There's a fine line between Rival and Friend and an even finer line between Friend and Lover. Sasuke refuses to cross any of these lines with Naruto, but fate seems to have it in for him. School fic NaruSasu
Warnings: Slash/Shounen Ai/Yaoi, occasional swearing and knowing me some eventual angst. I promise I'll try to make this my first humour fic! WISH ME LUCK!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY NARUTO!
Crossing The Line
Previously:
"Sasuke," I raise an eyebrow, unsure of what I possibly did to be in any position to be scolded, "You are going to tutor Naruto."
Chapter 2: Well, Fuck
The class is suddenly enveloped in dead silence. So dead that I'm positive if a grain of sand were to fall to the floor you would hear it. My gaze shifts to Gaara at this thought. He's weird. There's something about him and sand; it creeps me out.
'Wait…' I cease all thoughts in my head as I suddenly digest what Jiraiya-sensei has just said, 'Tutor? Naruto?'
"Hell no…" I'm speaking before I have time to realize that I've just sworn…in class…to a teacher. Can anyone say farewell perfect transcript?
In front of me, Naruto shakes his head furiously, snapping out of some sort of daze.
"Yeah! There is no way I'm working with that pig-headed asshole!" Naruto shoots a glare over his shoulder and I find it hard to dismiss how forced both his voice and glare are. I raise an eyebrow at him as he continues to glare at me and finally match his gaze evenly, aware that he just called me a… what were the words?
"Pig-headed asshole?" I grind out in irritation. I just taught the asshole how to determine sig figs! Naruto flashes me a cunning grin, all odd forced behavior gone.
"Oink oink." A few students laugh along with Naruto at this and I send each of them death glares, pocketing their names away for later. I'll add them to my 'People I'm Going to Viciously Murder One Day' list when I get home. Naruto's on that list, second only to my pig-headed asshole of a brother…
'Hm…pig-headedness must run in the family…' I muse, enjoying an inner smirk.
"Sasuke's not a pig, Naruto!" Sakura exclaims, offended and I suddenly find myself with a third appendage growing out of my side, Sakura. I'm clueless as to why she's so affronted when I was the one Naruto insulted. I glance down at her, feeling increasingly claustrophobic as she clings to me like Velcro.
"Personal bubble." I growl furiously and pull my arm away from the pink-haired idiot before directing my attention to Jiraiya-sensei.
"Perhaps you can assign another student as Naruto's tutor, Jiraiya-sensei?" I question rationally. How can he not see the logic in my reasoning? A few students seem to murmur their agreement with me, Naruto included.
"Yeah Jiraiya-sensei…" Naruto's voice seems strained again, I note, surveying his tense back curiously. Why the hell would he choose this moment of all moments to lose his renowned tenacity? My after school hours are at risk damnit!
"You boys are to meet after school in the library and study sig figs for one hour. I will be speaking with Kabuto-sensei our new librarian and he will tell me if you show or not." I sigh and glare at Jiraiya-sensei for all the injustice in the world. I do well in school and this is my reward: tutoring some idiot dobe?
"If you don't show up, you will both lose ten per cent of your final grade. Am I understood?" Jiraiya-sensei's voice is gravelly as he surveys us with a stern glare. I return the glare stubbornly but remain silent.
"Understood." We reply in unison. Despite my agreement, I'm curious as to whether he can actually take ten per cent off my grade for something as insignificant as not tutoring the class idiot…
With that distraction taken care of, Jiraiya-sensei returns to his teachings and I lean back in my seat, brooding over the impending doom that grows nearer with every passing second. One hour with Naruto Uzumaki?
God help me…
OoOoO
'Awkward,' is the only thought that crosses my mind as Naruto and I sit across from each other in the library. He had already grasped the concept in class; thus, this meeting is absolutely pointless.
"So…" Naruto begins, making popping noises with his lips and glances around the library awkwardly, his eyes landing on the clock a moment, "Only fifty-five more minutes until we can leave…"
My face deadpans and I say nothing in typical Uchiha fashion. My wonderful pig-headed big brother would be so proud.
"Yup…fifty-five more minutes. Fifty ifty nifty five..." Naruto ceases the popping noises and begins clicking his pen…
Click…Click…Click…
"Wow, time sure flies! Fifty-four more minutes…" His blue eyes flitter about the room and I swear that if I didn't know him I'd think he's high… or something.
Click…Click…Click-a-click…
"Fifty-four bottles of sake on the wall, fifty-four bottles of sake! Take one down pass it around-" The sudden assault on my ears is too much; Naruto singing and clicking his stupid pen to the beat? I could handle the random rambling, really, I could. But God, has he ever heard of the phrase 'IN TUNE'?
"Would you shut up?" My voice comes out in a terse question that promises death if he disobeys and Naruto automatically ceases his horrendous singing…and after a few more 'click-a-clicks' the pen clicking as well.
A few, and by a few I mean two, seconds of blissful silence pass and I find myself settling into thoughts of doom and agony when Naruto decides to get to know me. Sweet, isn't it?
"So Sasuke, are you an only child?" He's staring at me curiously. I have a pressing urge to ask him if he has a sibling just to be an ass, but then I suppose that would be immature of me, wouldn't it?
"I have an older brother. He's a pig-headed asshole." I'm perplexed as to why Naruto's suddenly smirking, but I figure he'll say something so I decide not to ask.
He's too predictable, really.
"Oink oink…" Naruto grins at me, revealing dagger sharp canines and for once, I can't help but join in with a small snicker of my own.
The image of a fat, pig-nosed Itachi is just too much…
Unexpectedly, I'm suddenly laughing alone and I glance up at Naruto with wide eyes that clearly relay what I'm thinking.
'Shit, did I just laugh at a joke by Naruto Uzumaki?'
Apparently, Naruto has a talent for mirroring my thoughts. Sweet, isn't it?
"Did you just laugh at a joke by Naruto Uzumaki?" His voice is incredulous as he stares at me with an odd…hopeful (?) twinkle in his eyes…
"Maybe." I retort oh so eloquently. The twinkle spreads from his eyes to the rest of his face and he's grinning at me with so much sincerity it's overwhelming and suddenly I don't want him to stop grinning.
"That's too cute Sasuke!" Naruto gushes, the grin still in place.
Scratch that comment about me not wanting him to stop grinning. I'm personally going to wipe that demented smile off his face!
"Cute, Naruto?" I ask in a dangerous tone, glaring at him with all the hatred I can muster, which, being bred an Uchiha, is a lot of hatred.
"Why yes Sasuke, cute!" He chuckles softly and leans across the table his hand reaching forward.
Horrified is the only word I can use to describe how I feel at this moment as his hand slowly weaves its way into my dark locks and begins mussing them affectionately.
There's a moment of shocked silence as we both take in what is going on and before you can say HUZZAH, I've viciously slapped away the damned offending hand.
"What. The. Fuck. Was. That?" I grind out through clenched teeth, expecting a damn good response for his sudden show of friendliness. His face pales and he snaps his hand back to his lap and stares at me with wide, fearful eyes.
"I…er…um…well…you see…" He looks at me with a pitiful gaze.
"No, I don't see." I say with no tolerance, watching his face pale even more.
"Oh fuck off." He averts his gaze to the ground, a glare on his face, a crestfallen expression in his eyes.
I raise an eyebrow.
"Fuck off?" I ask, all anger gone from my voice at the sudden mood swing shown by Naruto.
"Just leave me alone." He bites out, moping like an angst-ridden teen.
"That's rich coming from you," I drawl, "dobe." The corners of my lips lift into a smirk as Naruto glances up at me with narrowed eyes.
"Dobe?" He questions, his challenging smile matching my own. I snort and flip my head to the side arrogantly.
"You're the only dead last idiot in this school." I reply coolly, staring at him intensely. My blood is pulsing with anticipation as we begin the dance of insults that has become second nature to us.
"Maybe, but I'm positive they never allowed swine in the school, Sasuke. How'd you manage to get here?" Naruto replies just as calmly, leaning back and crossing his arms, meeting my powerful gaze.
"With a lot more class than you." I retorted, fully aware that my insult was rather pitiable in comparison to his.
"Is that so Sasuke?" He's still leaning back in his chair, smirking.
"Yeah." I'm withholding the urge to break into a genuine smile as we continue our now-lame banter.
"I win." Naruto states, his eyes suddenly half-lidded and gazing at me…seductively?
'This is not happening,' I tell myself with little conviction as Naruto stands and walks around the table towards me with long, purposeful strides. For someone so clumsy and awkward, Naruto sure pulls of the whole seducer thing with a lot of grace.
I keep my eyes trained on him, my breathing hitching as he leans down so that his mouth is level with my ear. I suppress a shudder as his breath tickles my neck.
"You seem…flustered…" I can feel the word on my neck rather than hear it and I'm ashamed to admit that suddenly I find myself very turned on.
By Naruto?
Oh god!
I jump out of my seat and stare at Naruto wildly, all composure out the window as he slowly straightens, his eyes never leaving me. His tongue flits between his lips and he smiles at me arrogantly.
'He's doing that tongue thing on purpose!' My frazzled nerves and hormones scream as I take a deep gulp of air, fully aware of the hot blush dusting my cheeks and my -ahem- 'growling little problem'.
"What…" I swallow again and endeavor to keep my voice steady, "the hell are you doing Naruto?" His eyebrows suddenly draw inwards in confused innocence.
"What are talking about?" He asks completely perplexed.
'Oh, so now he's pretending he wasn't just trying to seduce me!' My inner self accuses furiously.
"We have five more minutes." I comment, glaring at Naruto, "I'd enjoy it if you didn't hit on me for those five minutes seeing as you don't have chance in hell of getting in my pants." Ok, so maybe that last part was a bit much, ok so it was a lot much. I'm a firm believer in telling it like it is, although my 'little problem' really has no problem with Naruto getting in my pants. Damn body.
He stares at me.
First he looks as if he thinks I'm on crack, then he looks at me as if to say 'when was I trying to get in your pants?', then he continues to stare at me with a 'how did you even know I want to get in your pants' look and then he's glaring at me, hiding his hurt at my rejection of something he didn't even propose.
"You're delusional Sasuke." He's taken to looking at me like I'm an alien, "I'm gonna go get a book and when I get back I hope you're normal." He replies in typical Naruto fashion and disappears behind a shelf full of books.
'I'm the one that's abnormal?' I want to scream at him, frustrated at my sudden lack of control over everything, especially my stupid, irrational, disobeying body!
I'm frozen in place a moment as I suddenly digest what took place. It wasn't my imagination making him seem seductive for those five seconds. He was trying to get into my pants. I wasn't reading him wrong.
I mull over what just occurred for a while, longer than five minutes to say the least, and when I'm done mulling, I can only draw one conclusion.
Naruto Uzumaki likes me.
That revelation in turn leaves me with one thought…
Well, fuck.
So…I hope you kind of liked it. This story is not going to be the usual Sasuke chases after Naruto. I figured I'd try a little Naruto going after Sasuke. Tell me how you like it!
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TJ
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