I ISH BACK!

Gaara: Oh Kami-sama no…

-glomps Gaara- I saw you on Saturday!

Neji: -glares- Hey, no glomping my boyfriend.

Awww, don't be jealous Neji-san! –glomps Neji- I SAW YOU TOO!

Neji: Just tell the nice readers why you're here torturing us again.

-sticks tongue out at Neji-san- You aren't being tortured…you wanna be? –gets big ebil grin that scares peoples- Anyway, as Neji-san pointed out, I'm here "torturing" these guys again because Jane Silver asked for a second chappie, please with a cherry on top. Since I'm rather fond of cherries, I decided that I would make a second chappie for an original one shot. BUT NO MORE! Ahem. So, this will be Naru-kun's POV, not Sasu-kuns. –ducks several kunai- HEY!

Sasuke and Naruto: DON'T CALL HIM –KUN!

I won't if Neji-san reads my disclaimer.

Neji: --;;;; Since Gaara likes Naruto, I'll do it. Icy is still sitting on the same floor of the same house in the same location. And she is the same age, gender and race. So, logically, she can't own Naruto. Everyone clear?

-pats his head- Good boy.

Gaara: -restraining several murderous impulses-

Gaara….will you add the warnings? Pwetty pwease? –gets big puppy eyes-

Gaara: Warning, this chapter will contain mentions of yaoi, shonen-ai, OOCness, probably more Sakura bashing, and will be slightly AU since the authoress is lazy and has only read the first 6 manga.

Hehe…-sweatdrop- Ish poor?

Love, love me do.
You know I love you,
I'll always be true,
So please, love me do.
Whoa, love me do.

(The Beatles, Love me do. Neji?

Neji: Icy doesn't own the song or the Beatle either.)

I am confused. It's as simple as that. I'm dating Sasuke, but that's what's not why I'm confused. For a couple days now, I've been getting a warm fuzzy feeling in me whenever I see my boyfriend. I tried to ask Iruka-sensei about it, but that turned out not to be a good idea…

Flashback:

I had just spent some time simply sparring almost lazily with Sasuke and was rather confused. I was getting all warm and fuzzy inside and wanted to protect Sasuke forever. Never mind the teme is stronger than me and almost certainly would be for a long while. (1). So, as all fox demon holders who were orphaned at birth and hated by their village do in this situation of boyfriendly confusion, I went to see my mentor and former sensei, Iruka.

Walking over to Iruka-sensei's apartment and finding the door unlocked, I walked in, knowing Iruka-sensei wouldn't mind….too much...

Anyway, when I walked in, I was greeted with the sight of Kakashi-sensei being whacked over the head by Iruka-sensei with a fork (2). Iruka-sensei was yelling something about him being perverted and Kakashi-sensei was trying to calm him down. I would have been amused, except that Iruka-sensei and Kakashi-sensei were nekkid. And in Kakashi-sensei's case, very aroused.

I suppressed a shudder at that memory. I'd gone mentally screaming out onto the street then locked myself in my bedroom with a tub of Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough. The mere thought of that day started me twitching. Suddenly, some of Kakashi-sensei's lame excuses made a certain sense. Twitch. See, there I went twitching again from the thought of it. Of course, when thought about in a purely general sense, I think Iruka-sensei and Kakashi-sensei make a good couple. Yeah…they do. I'm glad Iruka-sensei found his special, if perverted, someone.

Grrrrrrrr, feeling happy for my senseis got me no where with my problem though. I glanced at the time. 5:59. 5:59? Kuso! Sasuke was going to be here in exactly 31 minutes, if not sooner and I hadn't started dinner yet! Hurrying into my small, yet tidy kitchen, I bend over into my Lazy Susan (3) to grab a pot and a pan. Setting those on my range, I start some water boiling in my pot. Walking over to a cabinet, I reach up and grab a box of Creamette© Rainbow Rotini and a jar of Prego© Tomato, Basil and Garlic pasta sauce. (4) I open the jar of pasta sauce and dump it in the pan, waiting for the water to boil so I can heat it up. I lean against the counter and start to hum "Ready Steady Go" as I wait for the water to boil. Damn you water, it only takes you about 10 minutes to boil on this crappy old thing.

Moving into my "dining room"/living room, I set up the folding table I use for special occasions, like tonight. Well, it's not anything to fancy, but tonight I'm going to tell Sasuke that he makes me feel all funny inside. That this feeling is strange, foreign and no one, not even Gaara, who's closest to me after you, makes me feel this way.

Ah, Gaara. I hear he's dating Neji now. Neji came by once to thank me for helping Gaara help me; I was a bit confused by that, until I was talking to Gaara and he said explained what Neji meant. I blushed crimson and nearly retreated to my room for all of eternity. Only the thought of no more of Ichiraku's ramen kept me out of my room. That, and the fact that I would need to come out for food sometime.

Sauntering into the kitchen, I grabbed a pair of plate, a pair of plastic goblets and some utensils. Checking the still not boiling water, I put the culinary objects on the table and went to go glare at the water. Ah, speak of the devil; said water was –finally- boiling. Grabbing the box of noodles in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other, I dumped the noodles into the water and turned down the heat. Turning to the pan, I start the fire underneath to start the sauce heating. Reaching into the same Lazy Susan, I pull out a pair of bowls.

Starting to hum 'Thesis of a Cruel Angel' and placing said bowls on the tiny counter space next to my stove, I go into the 'fridge and pull out a bottle of chilled sparkling grape juice. Setting that down in the living room, I return to the kitchen to stir the sauce and keep it from burning when –he- comes in.

Sasuke taps me on the shoulder and, ever so quietly, says "Boo." Right next to my ear.

"TEME!" I shout, the wooden spoon flying up in the air and landing somewhere. I was slightly unnerved. I mean, I never even heard a sound until he came up and scared me.

He holds up a bouquet of roses and gives me a peck over them and asks- not says, asks- "Sorry?" The effect is ruined by his smirk, we both know he's not sorry.

"You're early." I scold gently, getting my spoon back from whatever corner of my kitchen it ended up in and, after wiping it off, start to stir the sauce again.

"I just couldn't stay away." He's being corny again.

"Che. Yeah right. Stop being cheesy."

"Naruto, we need to talk."

"All right." I shut off the old range and turns to him, curios about what could be making his so serious all of a sudden. Then…

"IthinkIloveyou," came out in one long sting of words.

"What?" was my articulate reply. "Slow down and talk like a normal person."

"I think I love you." I do a mental blink and do say the first thing that comes to my mind. "It's about times!" I grabbed him and kissed him passionately. Even I'm not sure why, but for once I've got the upper hand so I decide to run with it. His mouth was open so I took the opportunity offered gladly.

I ran my tongue over his, trying to get a response out of him. It worked. He kissed me back and drew me in closer. I felt him poke my tongue back and a short battle began. He won, naturally, and I idly wrapped my arms around his slim hips. After a few minutes of tonsil hockey, he pulled back and gave a look.

"So. What did you mean by it's about time?"

I blushed and fidgeted slightly under his gaze. Damn Uchihas…"Ehehehehe, well…I was gonna tell you that I loved you. At least, I think its love."

He gave me a slightly confused look and asked, "Why didn't you ask Iruka-sensei? I know he'd be willing to help you figure out what you're feelings are."

Cue another twitch. "Errrr….no…I all ready tried that. When I went over, he was having a lover's spat with Kakashi-sensei." And another twitch.

I gave him a moment I knew would be much needed to adjust to this rather unsettling idea.

"Oh." That's all he says. That sums it all up pretty much. A slightly awkward pause later he asks, "So…Naruto…when are you moving in with me?"

"Pervert! YOU JUST WANNA GET ME IN YOU BED!" I squawk indignantly, never mind my perverted mind wondering just what we would do in there…..

So, there you have it. A flashback of KakaIru and that little incident…but hardly any Neji/Gaara. Or SakuSasu or fangirlsSasu. Oh well. Once again, this is dedicated to my lovely reviewers, who get plushies courtesy of….Kashi and Ruka this time…

Kashi- Why do we have to had out the plushies?

Because I said so Kashi. Now march to it!

Kashi- Yes ma'am.

Good boy! No 'Ruka, I'm just exerting my power as authoress, not stealing your lover. You can relax. Now then, the plushies are the same as the ones last chapter, whatever pair you want! Now for those notes….

(1)Just because Sasuke is Sasuke, I see him as being stronger than Naruto for quite a long time. It's like the differences in strength between girls and boys.

(2)The fork is because I told my little brother he was an impudent boy and I should have him whipped with a fork. Hence the fork being used as a weapon to beat Kashi over the head.

(3)Ya know those spinney things that have the shelves and stuff and are in the corners under counters? Those are Lazy Susans. Sorry I can't explain it better.

(4)Rotini are the spiral ones. I own neither company of the spaghetti ingredients, just some of their products.

There you have it folks. Dedicated to Jane Silver and everyone else who reviewed. Leave your e-mail addy's guys! I really wanted to e-mail you all back and couldn't. –pouts- Please review and make me feel good about my writing. Plus, you get a free yaoi plushie. What could be better?