Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of the characters, or Bloody Mary.

Hey, sorry for the long update. Even though my excuse should be, "I was studying for my exams next week!" it's not. Instead, it's, "I found some more yaoi stories and got hooked!" I just…can't resist. XD I'll start on the picture probably tonight (May 18) since there's no American Idol and mom's home and will be on the computer, preventing me from writing this. So there's a new character in this. Some of you may like him, some of you may not. And hopefully this chapter will be longer, to make up from Chapter 6. Here ya go. Ah, by the way, some yaoi in this chapter. Nothing major, I can't do lemons or anything close to them. I'll die of blood loss.

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Chapter 7: Playing Games

(Oh, just so you know, Sasuke (real one) has mixed feelings about the new Naruto. He tolerates him, and his personality is more bearable than Naruto's loud one, but he still prefers the old to the new. I'll try to make that more clear, sorry!)

When I step off the bus, I'm pleasantly surprised when fresh air hits my nose full force. I breathe in slowly, enjoying the rare smell. I immediately stop when Sasuke shoves me lightly from behind. It may sound weird, but I can hear him smiling when he talks. "I'm glad you're already enjoying this, Naru-chan, but you're blocking the door."

I blush slightly and walk forward. I just notice that the tents and other larger supplies, such as coolers, are already waiting for us, set up. "Did someone come here before us?" I ask Sasuke.

He snorts good-naturedly. "Yep, Mr. Obvious. Tsunade-sama and probably a few other teachers she dragged out here set these up. Kind souls, we don't have to do the work." He grins, and I return it.

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The pairs chose their own tents, and set their backpacks in it. All of us now sit around a very large campfire, assortments of food laid out on tables that are off to the side. We dragged out a few long logs for us to sit on, me sitting on the edge and beside Sasuke.

Iruka, currently toasting a marshmallow sticking at the end of a stick over the fire, turns to Shikamaru. "All right, your turn for a scary story. Know any?" Shikamaru chews on his bottom lip thoughtfully for a moment.

"Well, it's not really a story," he chirps. Yes, chirps. I'm still getting used to some things. "A hundred years ago, there was a witch by the name of Mary. There was a horrible accident, and her face became horribly mutilated." He's now talking in a slow whisper, and I, along with others, find myself leaning forward to hear better.

"If you go in a completely dark bathroom, look in the mirror, and chant "Bloody Mary" three times while spinning around, her horrible, mutilated face will appear in the mirror and pull you into the mirror forever. If you're lucky," he chuckles darkly, "she'll just gauge your eyes out."

I feel a shiver run up my spine, and I can tell quite a few others were horrified. If I'm scare of dark rooms with mirrors after this, I'll kill Shikamaru. Chouji snorts, though, and grins.

"Nah, man. You got it wrong. You turn and chant "Mary Worth" seventeen times, with lit candles in the bathroom." After this comment, a small fight broke out; people saying different number of times you spin around, different names you call her, and so on. I groan. This ruins the spooky mood.

My eyes wander over to the table, and immediately my mood lifts up. I nudge Sasuke in the ribs to get his attention. "Be right back, getting some ramen," I smirk, licking my lips in anticipation.

Before I realize it though, Sasuke grips my elbow and yanks me back down, hard, and glares at me. "Not funny, Naruto. I know you're allergic; don't touch that stuff." With that, he turns around to gaze into the fire.

Damn it, this sucks. The real Naruto that belongs in this world is allergic to ramen! I look over at Sasuke. Wonder if he's suspicious? I do find him giving me odd looks when he thinks I'm not looking.

I settle for s'mores and silently listen in to the other conversations before it's time to head off to our tents.

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I yawn, fumbling around with my sleeping bag and pillow while Sasuke does the same next to me. We strip down to our boxers, and I feel him glance at me a few times as I stuff my clothes and backpack in the corner and next to my sleeping bag.

We just stare at the roof of the tent for a few moments, feeling awkward for the first time in a while. Finally, he turns to me. "So, do you believe in stuff like that? Ghosts, Bloody Mary, and all that, I mean."

"Hmm," I mumble. I turn to him as well, and grin. "I guess so. I'm not too freaked out about it, but I do believe in it, yeah." We lay there, just staring at each other. Silently and slowly, almost like he's unsure, Sasuke reaches his hand out, over the very small, almost nonexistent space between our two bags, and traces along my cheek.

I just stare at him, feeling myself blush, and move closer to him. Wait, don't move closer! What the hell are you doing? You don't even like him like that. Well, you do, but not this Sasuke..well..God you know what I mean!

His own blush rising over his cheeks, he scoots his body over to mine as well, moving his hand so that it wraps lightly around my waist. Another staring moment. Then, as if in slow-motion, I watch as he moves his face closer to mine, until our lips lightly touch.

Sasuke's eyes close automatically at the contact, as do mine. Immediately, my thoughts are invaded by Sasuke. Another one. The one that throws insults carelessly at me, not putting any heart in them. The one that seems obsessed almost with his brother. The one that broke our promise, along with my heart.

After a moment, it seems, of this, Sasuke wraps tighter around my waist, kissing me more deeply. I return the kiss, just as deeply, wrapping a hand in his spiky hair, my mind fogged up.

He moans slightly, opening his mouth and trailing his tongue along my bottom lip, his nails softly raking, begging, over my bare back. I open my mouth, forcing myself not to moan when his tongue slides into my mouth, exploring, meeting my tongue.

I don't know how long we do this, I just know for a long time. We take a few, small breaks to catch our breath, and immediately we go back in for more. I barely notice it when Sasuke puts both hands on my shoulders, sitting up slightly but not severing the contact of our mouths, and turns me gently on my back, and straddles me.

He crushes his lips against mine passionately, his tongue wrestling with mine. I do notice, however, when one of his hands releases my shoulder, skims over my body, every once in a while massaging my arm or side, and stops at the rim of my boxers and tugs down on them.

I gasp and break our kiss, barely stopping myself from yelling in shock. He stops tugging and just rests his hand on my boxers, two of his fingers curled over the rim and softly touching the skin underneath. We just stare at each other, breathing hard.

When I looked at him, I fought back a strange, sudden urge to cry at the sight. My mind cleared up when the heated kissing was broken, and I realize who I really was kissing. Him, but not him.

I shake my head at him, both in disbelief at my lack of control and at Sasuke. "I can't…" I trail off. He nods, understanding, and rests his forehead against mine and just stares into my eyes.

We stay like that for a few moments, just staring into each other's eyes. Then, as I watch his eyes, they light up in some sudden realization. He unhooks his fingers from my boxers and puts his forearms on each side of me, using them to keep all his weight off of me, but still stares down at me.

I can sense what's coming, and my thoughts are confirmed when, slightly hesitating and his voice shaking, "Who are you?" I sit up, gently pushing him off me, and we sit there side by side.

"This may…will sound weird to you, Sasuke. Remember the day I acted so strange. Called you names?" I ask.

"You still act strange," he murmurs, and I nod, knowing what he means. "But yeah, I remember."

"This…isn't my world. It is, but it's like…a parallel one. I don't know why or how, but I woke up that morning here. Everyone acting so strange to me." I stare at him. "You have to believe me."

He stares at the walls of the tent thoughtfully. "How are we different?"

I laugh silently, remembering my real world and the people in it. "Shikamaru's really lazy, Chouji eats a ton, Sakura was a rude bitch that clung to you for dear life. All the girls in my school were…are…obsessed with you. And you. We're not friends."

Sasuke looks sad at this thought. "Never?"

"We were when we were little. The promise we made happened with me and Sasuke, too. Except…he broke it. Unlike you, he couldn't handle it when Itachi killed his parents. He became sullen, vengeful, broke off all friendships with everyone. Itachi is all he thinks about. Ever since then, we weren't friends. Instead, when we met in the hall, we'd throw insults at each other. Thing is…both of us never mean it. We know we could never mean the things we say. He says them to keep his distance from me, and other people. I say them because," I pause here, taking a breath, "I want him to think that I don't care anymore."

"But you do," Sasuke whispers, looking at me. All I can do is nod. Silence, then… "What happened the day you came to this world?"

"Same as usual. Back in my world, I'm hated by…quite a few people. It's my personality. I'm just…sick of being treated like shit. I wish they would accept me, I wish that Sasuke would let me back in…"

"You wish that they would change," Sasuke states, and slowly, I nod. "Maybe you came here for a reason. To us, to this parallel world. To see us, opposites of your world's, and to see what you never had." He pauses. "And also, to see what you'd miss. Do you miss them?"

I nod, letting a tear escape down my cheek. Sasuke lifts a finger and wipes it off carefully. "I do miss them. I miss my classmates. I miss my friends. I miss Sasuke." I take a shaky breath. "I know now what I have back there. Why am I still here?"

Sasuke grins slightly. "You know what you have, Naruto. But you're here, aren't here. That must mean the Naruto that originally is in this world is in your's. I think your Sasuke needs to realize what he has, too."

Silently, I nod in agreement. He removes a strand of my spiky blond hair from my eyes and returns to his own sleeping bag. "Night, Naruto," he whispers.

"Night, Sasuke. Thank you…" I whisper, and immediately we're both asleep.

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Saturday was one of the best days I remember. Sasuke woke me up at 10am, and we got dressed and went outside for a good, unhealthy breakfast of champions. This being a fun camping trip, the teachers didn't say a word. Sasuke had s'mores, while I had ramen. Everyone else looked at me strangely, since I was supposed to be allergic. But Sasuke knew the real reason.

We play a few games first. Such as three-legged races, tug-of-war, and had swimming races in a nearby lake. Sasuke and I failed miserably at the three-legged races, we kept falling over and laughing. But our team only lost once out of five games at tug-of-war. I sucked at swimming, but Sasuke was great at it.

Then came the scavenger hunt. We got with our partners, were all given a compass and a piece of paper with the first clue on it, and the first team back with the prize won. Jiraiya-sensei blew his whistle, and off we went.

We started out slow, but soon got the hang of it. We were deep in a secluded part of the forest when we came across another clearing with a large boulder in it, right by a beautiful waterfall.

"We have to come back later before we leave," Sasuke whispered, and I nodded. We rested on the boulder for a few minutes, talking about how different our worlds were. We finally came across what we were looking for, which happened to be a dog leash. Better not to ask. We went back to camp, and got second place.

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Sasuke and I finish packing our things for the ride back home in two hours. I can't help but feel sad. I love it here. Sasuke couldn't believe it when I said we don't do things like this at my school, only a school play.

Sasuke grins at me. "We have some time to kill. Let's slip out and get one last look at our secret place." It sounds romantic, yes, but we're nothing more than friends. It's hard to explain, but we know each other, but at the same time we don't. Our hearts belonged to the ones we grew up with.

I nod. "Sounds good." With that, we unzip our tent and silently sneak outside. The three teachers were busy packing their own bags, and I think I saw Iruka-sensei and Kakashi-sensei sneak a kiss. I look at Sasuke and he saw it too, we both grin and snort softly.

We walk on for about twenty minutes, talking quietly about different things. I look at him. "Sasuke, I came here without knowing what was going to happen. Without warning. The same thing will probably happen if," I stop myself then, and grin confidently, "when I go back. So, I just want to say bye now." I blush slightly, knowing how dumb this sounds.

But Sasuke only smiles, knowing exactly what I mean. He claps a hand on my shoulder. "I'll remember you. And I hope when you go back, things will look up for you."

"Same for you."

We finally arrive at the clearing, and I can't help but feel sad. I know I'm not leaving tonight or anything, but I know if I didn't say bye just now, there was a chance I wouldn't ever be able to.

My sadness is instantly wiped away when we arrive at the boulder and waterfall. Sasuke's face darkens, looking much more like the real Sasuke. I stare at the person already sitting lazily on the boulder, looking down at us. Almost as if waiting.

He has long black hair tied in a loose pony-tail, strange lines under his disturbing black eyes. He wore a form-fitting sleeve-less shirt, showing off his lean muscles in his arms. Black, slightly baggy jeans adorns his lower half, and black boots.

I glance at Sasuke, now anger flashing across his face. He may not have held a life-long, vengeful grudge against him, but it doesn't surprise me at all that he's mad now. I glare back at the man on the rock, not much older than us, probably eighteen or nineteen.

Itachi Uchiha.

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I'm dragged to Pizza Hut after the auditions, and I sit there moodily nibbling on the disgusting thing while Naruto's friends moon over his audition. I was shocked, too, but I've gotten over it. I know the real reason why he suddenly got great acting skills.

"Why didn't you tell us you could act? Did you seriously try to look bad all these years?" Kiba practically yelled, leaning over the table, making Akamaru cling for life to his head. "Sorry buddy," he apologizes, sitting back down and Akamaru just barks, jumps down, and digs into one of Kiba's slices of pizza.

Naruto grins and looks at me. "Sorry for dragging you here," he says, but honestly, he doesn't look sorry.

"Hn."

Shikamaru, Kiba, Neji, and Lee all roll their eyes at me and give Naruto a look that easily says, "Why the hell is he here in the first place? He's. A. JACKASS!" I can tell Naruto notices, but just ignores them. The other Naruto would just simply…not notice.

Another hour passes in Torture Hut, and I'm getting fed up with being around these people for so long. So I simply snort, get up, and walk out. All I give Naruto is a glance. I can sense four pairs of glaring lasers hitting my head, but I don't care.

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I'm in the kitchen warming up some lasagna when there's a knock on the door. I roll my eyes. Wonder who it is. One guess. I stroll over to the front door and open it. Naruto. "Hn," I greet and walk back into the kitchen to remove the lasagna from the microwave.

Naruto just plops down into a chair and sighs. "Hey, I know I haven't known you for long, and I'm aware you don't like being around people, but did you have to be so rude? Just…getting up and leaving?"

I stay silent while I scoop the lasagna from the bowl and onto a plate, placing the now-empty bowl in the sink. Kakashi can wash it when he gets home later, whenever that'll be.

"Yeah," I say, quite bluntly. "I make it quite clear to everyone that I want nothing to do with you, or anyone else. I guess there are some similarities between you and the real Naruto. Thickness."

"I thought we've been friends this past we-"

"I. Don't. Have. Friends," I turn around and glare at him. "I can put up with you. That's it. So why are you here," I mutter, taking a seat at the other end of the table and taking a bite of lasagna.

He shrugs. "Wanted to tell you I got a part in Romeo and Juliet. Romeo. Juliet is Ino," he wrinkles his nose slightly.

I shrug, too. "Naruto can't act. You can. Not surprising you got the call." Naruto just grunts, looking at the wall.

I finish my lasagna, and, to get away from Naruto, I head for the bathroom, stripping my shirt off on the way. I turn on the shower, and thirty minutes later (I made it longer, just in case he'd still be there,) when I check the kitchen, he's gone.

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"Why are you?" I mutter darkly to him. Sunday afternoon, and Naruto is once again at my door, this time holding his Romeo and Juliet script. They're both stubborn, too.

"Well, since I'm your only friendly acquaintance, and I need help with lines, I came over. Kabuto arrived at my house with the script, so I can start memorizing it," he explains. God, at least the real Naruto let me be, even though he didn't want to.

I'm about to say no, when I look in his eyes. Determined eyes. I hate him, but while I'm thinking this I have to stop myself from smiling. I don't smile. "Fine," I grunt.

"Let's go to the pier and do it. It's nice outside today," he says. I reply with a 'Whatever' while pulling out my cell-phone to send Kakashi a message, while stepping outside. "What's your problem?" Naruto asks.

I ignore him and continue texting the message. "It's not healthy for you to be like this. I know you hate Itachi-" I stiffen and stop texting, and I glare at him- "but you need to let some people in. I can see it in your eyes, deep inside, you miss Naruto. The Sasuke in my world is happy. He doesn't brood over this. Why do you?"

Looking back at my cell-phone, I continue to text the message. On the surface of my mind, I snort. Miss him? Yeah right. Deep inside, another voice intrudes. You do. I shake my head.

In surprise, I drop my cell and it rolls down the hill, when Naruto shoves me. Without a second thought, I stop myself from punching him and just shove him back, harder. We go on like this, refraining from using fists, when we stop to just glare.

Turning and stomping down the hill, I search around for the cell-phone. Naruto helps, after muttering a hurried 'Sorry.' I'm getting angrier and angrier, when I finally find it. Not the cell-phone, but a note. Damn fan girls. Instead of a cell-phone, I find a note. The weird stalkers have gotten quieter.

Sasuke-kun,

If you want your cell-phone back, meet me in the alley by the pier ASAP. Come alone.

It's signed with a heart. "Come on, dobe," I snarl. Like hell I care what some high-school brat tells me to do. He's coming along for, when the freak tries to jump me, he can help me get her off. It's his fault. Naruto only nods and follows.

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"So, where's the alley?" Naruto asks when we reach the pier. I grunt and point over to two deserted buildings an the alley. We make our way over there.

We sigh and walk in. It's long, and smelly. I hate girls, I hate girls…I stop myself from gagging when we pass a dumpster, and about two minutes later I reach a dead-end. No weird girl waiting. Just another note, and on top of that, my cell-phone. I grab it and stuff it in my pocket, reading the note. For some reason, icy fear grips my stomach.

I told you to come alone.

I crumple the note up and throw it back down. "Let's go, Naruto. The bitch is just playing gam-" I stop when I turn around. Naruto isn't there. I sigh. "Naruto, you're too scared to enter a damn alley?" I slightly raise my voice and walk back. I stop when I reach the dumpster, and hear a noise.

My eyes widen when a figure steps from the other side of the dumpster. Naruto. Not just him, though. One hand wrapped tightly around his mouth, muffling his screams. Above, the cold, emotionless face of my brother. In Itachi's other hand was a sharp knife, and it was at Naruto's throat.

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Yup, made this slightly longer. And Itachi makes an appearance, yay! I'll be drawing, eventually XD Sasuke and Naruto at the pier, for the 40 reviews, Itachi. The next I'll be drawing is when I reach 100 reviews, if I ever will get that many. P Well, please review!