A/N: Thank you, Hioni-Sama, TenTen-san, and Mythicalspirit14. I really appreciate it. It gives me motivation! Love you reviewers! So here is the second chapter and I hope you like it.
The 'bolded and italic' words are the lyrics of the song. The 'italic' words are Sasuke's inner thoughts. 'Normal Writing' is Sasuke's P.O.V
WARNING: Characters are a little OOC. This is a Yaoi fic. (Translation: Boy love) Sasunaru. And No Flames please! But feedback is appreciated! I have no Beta so the grammar is bound to suck! XC
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Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. If I did, there would be more than one accidental kisses involved! XD
Why'd you have to be so cute?
My heart nearly racing a mile a minute, I stare unable to take my eyes off of you. I don't think I have ever received such a heartwarming smile, especially from you.
And why does it have to be so mesmerizing!
I try hard to fight down the blush that threatens to creep onto my cheeks. Your grin widens and you mutter my name, your voice soft and filled with something akin to relief and disbelief. It's unbelievable how beautiful my name sounds coming out of your mouth. Which leads me to the thought of the many other ways you could possibly say my name …
Hold it! Gutter? My mind? No freaking way!
It's impossible to ignore you
With what little composure I have left, I pull my self together and look away avoiding your overly happy face. Where did the whole determination shit go Damn it? Then you walk up to my table, your hands shoved in your pocket, with a very apparent bounce in your step and just a tad too smug grin plastered across your face. My heart beat picks up on speed again, as you come closer and closer …
What on earth is with me!
Must you make me laugh so much
You come and sit right across me. Looking like you just won the lottery.
"Has hell frozen over? Or is Mr. 'I have better things to do' actually here?"
You tilt your head to one side and smile at me cockily
Your un-Naruto-like reaction highly amuses me. I was expecting an accusation for making you think that I was not going to come, or how much of a "teme" I am … but the sarcastic way you replied seemed just funny. I roll my eyes
"Just be grateful, that I didn't ditch you … Dobe"
"Stop calling me that Teme!" you exclaim defensively. That's my Naruto.
Now you pout a light tinge of pink coloring your cheeks in anger. I look down, at the table unable to stand the idiotic-cuteness radiating from you. It makes me want to laugh and do…
God, No! Not thinking this! NOT when he is sitting right in front of me!
Its bad enough we get along so well
Why must you make it worse, by getting this close to me? By kindling these undeniably strange feelings in me that I've never felt for anyone, a feeling that makes my heart ache and yearn for you.
My resistance is getting weaker every time I look into those cerulean pools filled with an emotion I can't fathom for the life of me. Since the day I met you down at the dock … those eyes have been hiding something, masking something I'd give anything to know about. It's so clear yet completely incomprehensible. Although I know I may be expecting a little too much but could it possibly be that you have the same feelings for me as I have for you?
What am I thinking!? Of-course he doesn't! How could he when all I do is offend and treat him badly? Outwardly at least.
Say goodnight and go
Your impatient little hand waving at my face brings me out of my musings. I glare at you for a second then snatch the menu from the table to decide on something to order. I choose to have coffee and a club sandwich. I put down my menu and regard you silently as you pour over the menu, your pretty little face frowning, and looking like you're about to make the decision of your life. I call for the waitress.
"What would you like sir?" she asks
"One black coffee, and a club sandwich, no tomatoes."
She scribbles down my order in her little notepad, and looks at you with a questioning glance, while you still stare intently at the menu trying to decide something. After what seemed like 3 minutes of making the waitress wait, you look up and beam at her. Her face suddenly softens, as if that smile made all the waiting worth it.
"Sorry for making you wait, I'd like a chocolate muffin and a hot chocolate, with lots of sugar and whipped cream on top please"
"Sure thing handsome" She chirps
Excuse me! Who the hell is she to call my Naruto handsome? I fume to myself, and you still look at her like she promised she'll get you free ramen.
"So that is one coffee, black, and one hot chocolate with lots of sugar and whipped cream" at that she winks at you, and I wince inwardly "One chocolate muffin and a club sandwich with no tomatoes" I glare at her and we both nod. With a lingering look at me she leaves.
Stupid bitch
You start fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt, and I look ahead at the boring beige wall behind your slumped back. An uncomfortable silence settles between us, the only noises being the lovey-dovey cooing of the couple about 4 tables away from ours. I mentally curse at their blatant display of affection while you look at them for a long time then glance at me.
Since when was he one to be silent? He's always chattering away like there's no tomorrow, what's wrong with him today?
Feeling really absurd at being not able to say anything I open my mouth to start a conversation. At least I was going to.
"Is that really what love is? That happy oblivious sap?" You whisper still looking at the couple.
I blink, quite a few times actually before I realize what you've asked. Does he not realize what he is asking? Or even implying? I sigh silently before replying
"Perhaps … or it may be even considered infatuation because love, in the truest of words is much more … painful." I say completely unaware to fact that I'm talking nothing like myself too.
Almost abruptly you turn to me, and pin me with an intent stare. Those bright blues drowning me, and there it was again, that … that look? Emotion? Feeling? I don't even know how to describe it. A chill runs down my spine and I'm unable to look away, such domineering power and emotion all in one look becoming a little too much for me to handle.
It feels as if you are looking right through me, causing the mask I've been building for the past years to shatter, causing a path to open up for you into my wounded and sealed heart.
How are you doing this to me?
Then you blink away and in a fraction of a second your expression changes. How you manage to do that is completely beyond me. Now you grin at me like a playful little boy.
"You seem like you're talking from experience Sasuke" You say sarcastically
Suddenly I am at loss for words. Wait a god be damned minute! I'm an
Uchi-fucking-ha and I'm never at loss for words!
"So? What of it?" I fire back, without thinking. Unfortunately.
You arch a fine blonde eyebrow, and look at me skeptically. Then a sly smile slowly forms on your lips.
"Oh really? and who might the lucky gir—"
The waitress comes and serves us our drinks, stopping you from asking your very smart question. Lucky girl, if only he knew … we stay quite until she goes away. While I wait for you to continue talking, you just sit idly by stirring the hot chocolate on the table. I get the hint that you're suddenly trying to avoid the subject.
Fine by me dobe, I'm just as reluctant as you are … So I change the subject for yours and my sake. Or so I thought.
"How can you possibly stomach a chocolate muffin and a hot chocolate all at once?" I ask disgustedly.
You eye me with a wry smirk then without a word you pick up your cooled down drink and take a slow gulp, causing your smooth tanned neck to look absolutely delicious. No Shit. Not to mention it also caused the whipped cream to create a thin line of mustache on your upper lip. While I plead inwardly you don't lick it off, you do just that. God must hate me.
You languorously run your pink tongue over your supple lips sexily in an almost seductive gesture which I must admit does make me feel …. uneasy. Oh sweet mother of --!
"You can't blame me for having a sweet tooth ... Sa-su-ke" You say emphasizing on each syllable of my name.
I swallow hard. And try to distract myself with my suddenly tasteless coffee. God must REALLY hate me.
Could this very obvious innuendo possibly be intentional?
While I ponder over this thought, you finish with your muffin and drink, and check your watch.
"I must be going now, it's getting late so … thanks for coming today Sasuke-teme!" You say sweetly and obnoxiously at the same time… and before I have the chance to argue, or even think how quickly all this is going you stand up and lean across the table, now your face mere inches away from mine, you smile.
You come closer, and for a second I think you are going to …
"Goodnight Sasuke" You murmur agonizingly slowly and take your leave
That sure as hell did make my heart flip.
Painfully.
A/N: Some facts I forgot to mention before are this story is entirely following the song, using it as a plotline. So the whole scene jumping and minor plot holes? You've got to let it slip. Sorry. It's an A.U fic btw.
Oh really? – O RLY! O.O (Inside joke lol)
Seductive – I was going for erotic, but would have that been a bit too strong?
I have a thing with expressing emotions through "eyes". And I know... Never mind.
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