-1Authoress: okay, I'm on a roll right now…and I'm in the mood to write some Naruto fan fiction…so, here we go!
Neji: YOU KICKED ME OUT OF MY HOUSE!
Authoress: yep…and we discovered the plot…
Gaara//twitches/ you hinted at who that spandex-clad thing would end up with…
Authoress: yes, yes I did…/smiles at the redhead/ now, just for looli (thanks for the review!), this is a NARUTO/SASUKE STORY…just to assure all of ya…while there will be other…pairings and (if it gets to that point…with the aid of drugs and alcohol) there may be a sexy ass threesome…dinkscythe, I shall pray to the fox god too for that…it'd be so nice…still, I don't know for sure yet, but I know that Naruto and Sasuke will end up together…/glances around/ or not….but that's the planned pairing…okay…now that that's cleared up, on to chapter five of HENSOU//cheers/
Disclaimer: now, come on people…I don't own Naruto…I wish I did…it'd be nice…could you imagine all the things Naruto could do if it was rated for very mature audience…not to mention all the moments between our favorite sensei pairing…hehehe…Kakashi would, of course, never wear anything but his mask (maybe not even that…hehe) for the entire series…and Gai would never be mentioned…he's just too creepy for even me…
Kakashi:…/stares/ maa…
Chapter Five
(Sasuke's POV)
Staring at Iruka in an attempt to pay attention long enough to retain some of the information he was talking about, I felt my eyes begin to droop. How Neji was actually wide awake after getting up before the sun even rose was a mystery to me, but, then again, staying up until nearly two in the morning probably had something to do with my sleepiness. I was so out of it, for the majority of the morning, I hadn't done anything. Usually I would have had at least three pages of notes by now, but all that was on my paper was my untouched pen and a small black bug that I had recognized earlier as one of Shino's pets. That little fact about him still unnerved me; collecting bugs wasn't exactly my idea of a hobby.
"Sasuke?" someone whispered to my right. I blinked, then turned my head to the owner of the voice, surprised to see Sakura was almost sitting in my lap. I didn't even realize she was in the room, let alone a hairsbreadth away from me, staring up at me with loving eyes. "Daijoubuka?"
"…daijoubu…" I replied after staring at her for a moment. She smiled softly when she heard my answer, then turned to look back at Iruka-probably to take notes. I wasn't sure what she was doing since, as soon as she turned away from me, I went back to my half-sleeping state all while praying the school day was almost over. I wasn't sure if I would last a few more hours without embarrassing myself and actually falling asleep in class-I would rather die than lose my reputation as a hard-ass. Most people thought I was unapproachable-a god in some of their eyes. I guess I was to almost anyone anyways, but the drama club knew me well enough to see that, while I was usually unemotional and quiet, I was quite human.
I was shook from my thoughts when I heard the classroom door fly open and watched, with a half-upturned lip, as a blur of blonde and-oddly enough- orange flew through the room into an empty desk next to me. "AOI! YOU'RE LATE!" Iruka screamed as his eye twitched in the direction of the grinning blonde to my left.
"Hehe…gomen, Iruka-sensei…my alarm clock broke and…" Aoi trailed off, giving her trademark smile to our teacher long enough that he just sighed and went back to writing about the wonders of reproduction on the board. I studied Aoi for a moment, sensing something different about her today. It wasn't the blindingly orange clothing she was wearing-I inwardly prayed that she would be forced to change soon…that color was distracting me from my nap. I then realized what it was about her today that was giving me such a chill. All the makeup and bangs in the world couldn't have covered up the girl's puffy eyes. I could tell that they weren't caused from any other reason except crying, which made me wonder what happened that made such a cheery person cry so much. Besides the day I first met Aoi, I had never seen her cry, which only made me wonder even more what happened to her to make her so depressed.
"Dobe," I whispered softly, surprised that my voice didn't get her attention. I touched her shoulder gently, this time getting a reaction out of her. She flinched away quickly, then turned her head to look in my direction, but kept her eyes glued to the floor. "What happened?"
"None of your business, bastard," she retorted, her usual mockingly hateful tone missing, which only left bitterness and sorrow. Her voice pierced me, actually hurting more than I thought it would have. "Leave me alone…" she added quietly as she looked up at me with hardened eyes for a moment before turning her head back so she could stare at the front of the room.
What did I do? I couldn't help but wonder as I studied her for a moment; her shoulders slouched in defeat, her arms wrapped around themselves and hands hidden in her large orange jacket. Even the way her legs were crossed-Aoi never crossed her legs-screamed that something terrible had happened to the girl. Something she thought I had done, obviously, which only made me wonder if she had heard about my bet with Gaara, but I knew that was impossible. The only people who knew about that were Gaara, Neji, and myself. The bell's loud chiming made me jump slightly, surprised that the period was finally over. Remembering that there was an emergency drama club meeting during lunch today, I reluctantly got up and waited until Aoi had done the same before picking up my books and slowly walking out of the room.
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(still Sasuke's POV…he's one popular person, ne?)
"Oi, can we get this meeting over…I'm hungry!" Choji complained as he stuffed a handful of chips into his mouth, then moaned again, crying that he was starving.
"You're always hungry," Kiba retorted, covering Akamaru's ears so his puppy wouldn't have to hear Choji's cries. Gai began some type of speech on how a true youth was always hungry while Shikamaru mumbled a 'mendokusee,' his usual comment for everything.
"What did you want to talk to us about, Gai-sensei?" TenTen asked the question that was in all of our thoughts, except for probably Aoi, who didn't even seem to notice where she was as she sat, curled up in one of the auditorium chairs.
"Since this will be our last practice before dress rehearsals…" That fact made my mouth drop for a moment. Last practice? We aren't ready yet! "Our new principal-how youthful she is!-wanted to sit in on our practice today and I wanted all of you to know we are going to have an audience!" Gai exclaimed happily. His statement surprised everyone, but not exactly in the way he had anticipated.
"New principal? What happened to the Sandaime?" Sakura wondered aloud. I hadn't known that we had a new principal either-probably because I had been out of it all morning.
"Hai, didn't you hear that the Sandaime passed away over the weekend?" Ino asked, glaring at Sakura, as if telling her she was an idiot for not knowing. Everyone, except for maybe Neji and Gai, seemed quite surprised by that little fact. I knew Neji hadn't known that our principal had died, but he was quite adept in hiding his feelings. Maybe that's why Aoi's in such a bad mood…I thought to myself as I turned to look at Aoi and was surprised to see that she was just as surprised as myself over this piece of news.
So…what is wrong with her? I wondered, then thought of another reason why Aoi would be so depressed. Her boyfriend? My eyes widened unintentionally with that thought. Knowing how much she loved her boyfriend, it was no surprise she would be so devastated if they broke up, but why would he have broken up with her? I then realized that, somehow, Gaara knew that she was no longer with whoever her boyfriend was…but how did he know? He didn't even know Aoi's name or anything, so how could he have even used his beloved information-network to find that out?
I was pulled from my thoughts when I saw Aoi move quickly to stand up. I shot out a hand and caught her by the wrist before she had a chance to run away, but immediately regretted it from the reaction I got. She wrenched her hand away, wrapping her other hand around her wrist as she looked at me. Seeing the tears in her eyes made my heart ache slightly, but all pity for her quickly left me when I instinctively twisted my body to the side of my chair as a fist went flying past my left ear. Before even giving me a chance to get out of my seat, Aoi attacked again, this time her other hand nearly colliding with the right side of my face.
Jumping out of the seat as the rest of the group yelled for Aoi to stop, I returned the two punches, knowing that neither would connect since she was far faster than I was. Using all of the years of training, I was barely able to evade her next onslaught. Punch after punch, I only slipped past her fists and, as if that wasn't enough, Aoi had been able to bring up a leg for a round kick-which I am proud to say I dodged, but at a price. As I ducked away from her flying leg, I felt a pressure against my ribcage. She…used her other leg? I realized as I heard the sickening crack as her other leg landed in my abdomen. Sacrificing her balance for that one hit, Aoi fell to the ground-as did I-and quickly got up, but I remained kneeling where I was, with one hand covering my side while the other kept me balanced as I stared at the carpeted flooring of the auditorium.
For a moment, it seemed as if time itself stopped, but that instant ended when I tasted an unusual flavor in my mouth. Knowing exactly what it was, I closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to see the blood drip onto the floor. When she had kicked me, I somehow had bit my tongue hard enough to bleed, which only led me to mentally berate myself for being so clumsy.
"What, can't even take a kick?" Aoi asked softly, her voice holding not an ounce of the cheer or warmth I was used to. Instead, it sounded to be more threatening than anything I had ever heard.
I got up as quickly as I could, but kept my eyes closed until I was sure I wouldn't be able to see the bloodstain I left on the floor. Wincing as I removed my hand from my side, I glared at her. For a moment, I was sure I saw Aoi's eyes widen-I guessed that my face had to be covered in blood from the unusual sensation of warm liquid running down my chin and neck-but, as quickly as her expression changed, it transformed again into hatred.
She game me only a second to right myself before attacking again. This time, I wasn't able to dodge her arms due to the increasing pain in my side. Instead, I moved both arms up in front of my face as she threw a fist forwards, which I discovered wasn't the best thing for me to do when I heard an echoing snap when her fist collided with my right arm. It took a moment before I moved my hands away from my face, immediately wishing I hadn't.
Looking down at my forearm, the taste of blood in my mouth was immediately replaced by bile. Forcing myself not to lose the contents of my stomach, I continued to stare at my arm until the pain finally hit me-when I saw the blood erupt from the gruesome wound in my arm. My body immediately froze when I saw the reddish fluid flowing from the single worst injury I had ever had. Reading stories, seeing pictures, and watching movies with gore was nothing in comparison to actually seeing your own flesh, I discovered, as I stared at the now red-coated object protruding out of my arm. I knew it to be one of the bones in my arm-what I guessed to be my ulna, if my memory of the human skeleton served me right. The force of Aoi's blow had somehow broken my arm badly enough to force the bone straight through the rest of my arm, leaving a terrifying fount of blood and cause for my nausea.
"Sasuke!" was the first thing-and the last-I heard before I felt my head begin to spin and my eyesight started to darken. When I finally lost my ability to see clearly, I felt my body crumple to the ground as I lost all consciousness.
As soon as I woke up, I recognized the voice that had called my name…
Aoi…
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Authoress: hmm…should I continue?…I don't know…I think I might just…alright, it's been decided, I shall continue!…I hope this chapter doesn't get too long…ehehehe…
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(Neji's POV)
"Neji…that was Gaara…he's coming over right now…" Hinata whispered as softly as she could as soon as she pressed the 'end' button on her cell phone. I looked up at her and smiled as I opened my arms and she gladly curled into my lap. She nuzzled her head against my chest as soon as I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her gently.
"Have they found Aoi?" I asked, feeling her shake her head against my shirt. As soon as Sasuke had collapsed, Aoi bolted. Shikamaru, Kiba, Choji, and Sakura had been sent out to find her, but that was four hours ago. In those four hours, Sasuke had been taken to the hospital and tended to, but the doctors were at a loss for why he was still unconscious. I wasn't going to freely tell them that he had a severe fear of blood-he wouldn't want me to diverge that information so easily-and that he had passed out due to his phobia, not pain or anything else physical.
"Neji…why haven't Sasuke's parents gotten here yet?" Hinata questioned quietly as she looked up at me. I smiled from the sheer irony of it, then glanced down at her. I kissed her lightly, so glad to just be able to hold her-even though it hadn't even been half a day since I was banished from our house.
"When Sasuke filled out his information for school, he conveniently forgot to ever mention his parents or Itachi…he gave Kankuro's number and address in case of emergencies…" I replied, smirking. "I'm sure he doesn't want his parents to know he's in the hospital right now…they would probably sue the school and have Aoi placed in jail for the rest of her life…"
"They probably would…" Hinata agreed before glancing over at our unconscious friend. He hadn't moved since they brought him in, but I knew his reaction could have been worse…he could have snapped-like I had seen him do once before. He had to be removed from the club under police escort…and handcuffs…I remembered while tightening my grip around Hinata-as if I was assuring myself that she was really there…and wasn't leaving me. "Aishiteru, Neji…"
"I love you too, Hinata…" I whispered into her hair before placing a soft kiss on the top of her head. It still amazed me that she had similar feelings for me, let alone to have been the one to make the first move-that was one thing that I could never forget. "Remember my birthday?" I wasn't able to see her face, but I could feel her cheeks heat up through my jacket.
/Flashback\\
I leaned against the doorframe, admiring the beautiful girl spinning around in the middle of her room in a lavender kimono and black obi. I had seen Hinata in a kimono before, but there was something different with how this one hung…how it clung to her curves to show of her amazing body. I had never been so…turned on by just looking at her before. She spun around again, checking her reflection in the mirrors surrounding her. I was far enough to the left that she couldn't see me in the mirror, which I was thankful for. Just being able to watch her from this distance was enough for me, even though I could think of a few more…physically pleasing things I could do with her. Without even realizing it, I had sighed due to the turn my thoughts had taken.
Hinata eeped and spun around to look at me. The furious blush on her cheeks clashed with the color of her kimono, but I found it adorable. She looked down at the floor as I took a step into the room and mumbled something about taking too much time getting dressed.
"You look beautiful," I said softly as I took another step towards her. Hinata blushed even more from my comment and she looked up at me. "I told your parents I would bring you as soon as you were done getting dressed." It still amazed me that her parents trusted me enough to leave us alone in the house together-all the servants had been given the night off and my aunt, uncle, and Hanabi had already left to go to the restaurant, which left the house void of people, except for us. What even amazed me even more was that my uncle had given me a surprise (early) birthday gift in the form of a small, black convertible only a week before. I knew it was simply because he didn't exactly like that Hinata and I had come home at midnight that one night…I explained it away saying we needed to wait for Sasuke…and I got my own car out of it. I was still amazed that Hiashi didn't notice Hinata was so drunk she couldn't even walk. Sometimes I think he was just ignoring everything around him…
"A-Arigatou, Neji-nii-san…" Hinata mumbled as she played with her fingers, looking back down at the floor. Even after that night I discovered Hinata and I held mutual feelings, she still called me 'Neji-nii-san.' It was a little strange…but I kind of liked the ring it had.
"I've never seen that kimono before…" I commented as I moved even closer to my cousin, raising an eyebrow when I saw the blush on her face flame up. What is she thinking about? I wondered to myself. I froze in misstep when I saw Hinata's hands stop moving.
"I…just got it…for you…" the last part of her reply was whispered, which forced my perverted side to go into full swing. FOR ME! I didn't say anything, not wanting to let Hinata think I had taken her innocent comment in the wrong way-she would never do something like that and I knew it. But a guy can't help but dream…I added inwardly before taking a final step, now mere inches away from Hinata.
"Arigatou, then, Hinata-sama…" I said softly as I raised her chin with a finger and looked into her eyes. Acting on an impulse, I bowed my head and placed a soft kiss on her slightly opened lips. As I pulled back, I realized that that could be considered our first kiss. It was strange to think that I knew her feelings for me, and visa versa, for two whole weeks, but this is the first time I had actually acted on my emotions. I didn't even get a chance to pull away more than an inch before Hinata had wrapped her thin arms around my neck and pulled herself up enough to press her lips on my own. Forgetting that this was my cousin, we were in her father's house at the moment, that we were expected to meet her father in a few minutes, and…that I didn't want to force her to do anything…I blew all caution, and sense, to the wind and kissed her back.
I was surprised when Hinata opened her mouth and gently licked my lips, but what truly blew my mind was when I felt her small hands wrap themselves around my larger one and bring it to rest on her chest, right above her heart. I was so amazed with her actions, my mouth dropped open and I only regained the ability to think when I felt Hinata's body move even closer to mine. I finally understood the expression 'heart skipped a beat' when her tongue probed my mouth with the gentlest of touches. I had never kissed someone before, but neither had Hinata, so I wasn't completely embarrassed when, in an attempt to return the kiss, my teeth clicked against hers. Even with my eyes closed, I knew Hinata was smiling, which made a smile grace my lips.
After a few failed attempts, I finally got the hang of the 'kissing' thing, but forgot how to breathe when Hinata pulled away and I looked at her flushed face. "N-Neji-nii-san…" Hinata said softly as she tried not to bite her lips, then smiled. "Happy Birthday…" As if kissing Hinata wasn't enough to make my mouth drop and my lower body begin to heat up, what she did next probably killed off brain cells. My eyes were transfixed on her arms, which had reached around to untie her obi as soon as she had pulled away from me. The piece of black silk fell to the ground and (lo and behold, more brain cells fried) she let the rest of her outfit slide off of her body onto the floor.
"H-Hinata…" I couldn't help but stare at her-gloriously nude-body with hungry eyes. She was even more beautiful than I had ever hoped to imagine and far bolder than I had thought. Hinata smiled gently, then moved even closer to me, pressing her unclothed body against me. I smiled when I heard her gasp softly, knowing exactly what had surprised her. Now, any man who could look at her naked body and not be turned on by it…had to have been castrated…
"N-Neji…" I could hear the questioning tone in her voice…but not fear or regret-what I had been imagining her to sound like. My mental image of a shy, innocent Hinata was shattered completely when I felt her fingers slip underneath my shirt long enough to brush against my abdomen, but she pulled back when my muscles underneath her fingers contracted-damn being very ticklish. She looked up at me and smiled, probably seeing that I was trying not to laugh, but a chuckle escaped. I wrapped my arms around her and held her a moment before moving my head so I could whisper into her ear.
"Are you sure, Hinata?" I asked, letting one hand travel to the dip in her back, then around to her hip. She shivered as I allowed my fingers to move even lower, now tracing the side and back of her thigh, but she didn't move away or protest. On the contrary, she moved into my touch while her hands returned to my stomach and traced the muscles underneath my shirt.
"Un…" she replied softly, which made the corner of my mouth curve. She wasn't afraid in the least…but I could feel my heart pounding in my chest-anxiety taking over. I couldn't help but have all types of thoughts running though my head, but my biggest concern was if I would hurt her. Hinata's hands wrapped around my wrists and, for a moment, I was sure she was pulling my hands away from her-to stop me, but she did something so un-Hinata-ish, I began to believe she was either drunk or stoned. Hinata slowly pulled me towards her bed on the far corner of the room and gracefully sat down as soon as she reached it. I, on the other hand, tripped over my own feet and fell on top of her. I was about ready to apologize, but stopped when I heard Hinata's giggle.
"Nani?" I couldn't help but ask as I looked into her face. She looked so…content…I couldn't help but kiss her gently, which I discovered to be a double-edged sword as my pants began feeling a little too tight. As an answer to my question, Hinata tugged gently on my shirt, then raised her hands to pull my customary bandana off of my forehead. As soon as she had set down the piece of black material down near the bed, she began to remove my shirt, which proved to be difficult. It took a moment between the two of us to untangle my hair from the shirt's zipper, which made Hinata cover a smile.
Instead of letting her remove my pants as well, I quickly undid them while she was turned, folding my shirt and putting it next to my bandana. It amazed me how calm she could be right now, especially considering that neither of us were 'experienced' in the least. As soon as I had taken off my pants-not without a fight first-and boxers, I followed Hinata's example and folded them and placed them with the rest of my clothes. As embarrassed as Hinata must have been when she had allowed me to study her nude body, it was nothing in comparison to what I felt. Blushing furiously, I looked at the bed while trying to cover myself, but I lost all dignity I had once held when Hinata pulled my hands away from my body and wrapped them around her waist as she slid into my lap.
The shock of pleasure that ran through my body as her soft skin rubbed against my erection was…indescribable. I bit back a moan as I tightened my arms around Hinata and rested my head on her shoulder. I had dreamt about this moment for what seemed to be a lifetime, but I was surprised to discover that I was content with just being able to hold her-not that I wouldn't mind doing far more X-rated things with her.
"It might hurt…" I said softly, kissing the exposed flesh of her neck. I heard Hinata mumble 'I know,' but there wasn't a sound of protest in her voice, so I moved one hand to her round behind, while my other moved to cup a breast, which made Hinata gasp in pleasure.
I discovered her soft cries were addictive as I traced my fingers down her side until both of my hands rested on her butt, pulling her closer to my chest. Hinata, smiling sweetly at me, somehow knew exactly what my body wanted even before I knew it. She raked her fingers across my back as her lips descended on my chest, planting kisses across my collarbones and sternum. Those soft caresses warmed my body even more than my dreams had ever done, but, as Hinata began to slowly rock her hips back and forth, I felt the last shreds of my sanity slipping.
"H-Hinata," I gasped, wanting her so badly at that moment, but I reminded myself that I couldn't take her too quickly-I would never do anything to hurt her. She complied to my unasked request as one of her hands left my back and relocated itself on the soft skin of my member. The heat and sensation of her hand touching me there was enough to make me breathless. I couldn't help but groan softly as those small fingers shyly traced the most private area of my body. I moaned softly again when her fingers reached the tip of my penis, coating her fingertips in pre-cum.
"I-I want you…" Hinata whispered, her voice filled with ecstasy as I was quick to acquiesce to her soft demand. I gently laid her down on the bed as my mind raced. I would never admit it to anyone, except for Hinata, that I was petrified at that moment, seeing her with such a trusting expression on her face. It amazed me that she was just as new to this as I was, yet she was calmly tracing her fingers across my chest, in an attempt to soothe me.
I returned the caress as my body relocated itself between her pale thighs. Hinata gasped when one of my hands brushed against her breast, and her gasps quickly turned into moans of pleasure as I touched the warm flesh between her thighs with my other hand.
"N-Neji…" I nearly lost control when I heard her whisper my name. Giving in to my own desires, I removed my hand from her and replaced it with my engorged member. I bent down to kiss her face gently as I slowly slid into her, studying her expression for any indicants that she was in pain.
Seeing only a loving glimmer in her pale eyes, I continued my entry, but froze when I felt something blocking my path. "Hinata?" I said questioningly as I gingerly brushed her flushed cheek. She merely smiled and nuzzled her head into my neck. Taking that as her reply, I pulled back slightly and thrust into her, quickly breaking the barrier. I remained still as I studied Hinata's face, immediately noticing her eyes had become watery. Apprehension filled me as I watched a sole tear leak from her eye. "H…Hinata? I hurt you, didn't I? Gome-"
"It only hurt a little," Hinata cut me off, shifting her body slightly to allow me to fully enter her. "Onegai…don't stop." I smiled slightly when I heard her and brushed my lips against her own in response. I was happy to oblige, slowly pulling out of her, then drove myself into her again and again, each time speeding up until our bodies moved in perfect rhythm.
I felt myself coming, recognizing the sensation from all of my 'moments' in the shower or whatnot, and I couldn't help but begin changing our rhythm into an erratic motion. I bit my lip so I wouldn't cry out-a reflex from earlier experiments- as I came explosively inside Hinata. She moaned as I felt her walls contract around my member.
I took a few deep breaths as I tried to steady myself on my arms, but collapsed on top of her. I wondered for a moment if I was too heavy for her, but the thought disappeared when she wrapped her arms around my and began drawing circles in my back with her nails.
"H-Hinata…Daijoubu ka?"
"I'm fine, Neji-nii-san…" I smiled at the honorific, and turned my head so I could look into Hinata's eyes. "Happy Birthday."
"I wasn't expecting such a wonderful present…" I mumbled, trying not to show how exhausted I was, but failed terribly. Hinata giggled at my response and brushed her lips against my own.
"…I'm glad you liked your present…" she replied softly, then smiled as one of her hands came up to brush a few stray hairs away from my face. "Aishiteru, Neji."
"Aishiteru…"
/End Flashback\\
(Neji's POV…again!…that was a loooong lemon…yay!)
"Neji…"
"Nani?" I tilted Hinata's head so I could look at her and smiled when I saw the rosy blush on her cheeks. "You never told me what you would be getting me for my birthday…" I smirked when her blush deepened. It was a family joke that my birthday landed on the same day as Valentine's Day, so every year, I got pink, red, or white things…and it annoyed the life out of me. What had made matters worse was that I had been wondering for weeks before my birthday what she would do for my birthday-and all kinds of kinky fantasies came to mind. I sighed softly, remembering that we no longer lived in the same house, let alone were allowed to see each other, so any chance of any of those dreams becoming a reality was very small. The sole reason Hinata was in my arms at this moment was that her father still assumed she was at a drama club practice.
"I didn't want to ruin the surprise…" Hinata commented, her smile immediately making me curious. I tightened my embrace and rested my chin on her head. "At least it wasn't something pink…"
"That's good…if it was, I'd have to do something terrible…" I replied, smiling perversely when Hinata jabbed me in the stomach at my joke.
"Kaiwaii," a deep voice commented as my eyes shot up to the doorway and I sighed in relief. Instead of my uncle, who I was sure was about to arrive at any minute, was standing Gaara and Temari. Gaara smirked as he watched Hinata untangle herself from me then quickly get up, her face a bright crimson.
"How's Sasuke doing?" Temari asked as she glared at Gaara before her gaze shifted to the motionless form on the hospital bed. I sighed and pointed at the bandages on his arm, then shook my head. "So, what exactly happened?"
"He got in a fight with a friend of ours…" Hinata replied softly as she took a seat in a chair across the room from me. Damn other visitors…I thought for a moment.
"And got his ass whooped?" Temari stated in amazement. She knew as well as Gaara and I did that there were few things that Sasuke could be beaten at…and fighting wasn't one of them, unless he was against Gaara. Yet, even then, it would end up being a stale mate, since Gaara would never unleash his full capabilities on our best friend, no matter how much Sasuke deserved it.
"He only got hit twice…but passed out when he saw the open fracture on his arm…" I commented and, for a moment, I swore Sasuke frowned in his sleep, as if he heard me talking about his weakness towards blood.
"It must have been a really big guy to break his arm like that," Temari replied as she studied the massive amounts of bandages around Sasuke's forearm. Gaara snorted as he took a seat next to Hinata and studied the Uchiha's face.
"Iie…one scrawny girl…" Sasuke whispered as he cracked one eye open to glare at Temari, then carefully sat up, the entire time, his red eyes fixed on the bandage around his arm.
"How long were you awake?" I asked, and the glare I got in return was enough to tell me he was awake during my 'snuggling' with Hinata. He wasn't one for being a spectator to public displays of affection, but being unable to leave, and not have to view such an act, must have aggravated him.
"So, what girl did this to you?" Temari said curiously as she sat down in the chair next to me, studying Sasuke's next motion with a raised eyebrow. Sasuke lifted his unharmed arm and gave Gaara the middle finger as he studied the ceiling of the room. "What did you do, Gaara?"
"Made a bet…" Gaara replied calmly, his voice not holding a single hint as to what the bet was. If Sasuke hadn't told me already, then I would have been just as curious as his blonde sister. She glared at him for a moment, but gave up on thinking of a way to get him to divulge more information.
"When can I leave?" Sasuke asked as his gaze shifted to me.
"They wanted to keep you overnight…" I smirked when I heard Sasuke reply to that under his breath.
"Like hell I will…" Gaara shared my expression, knowing that Sasuke, like the redhead and myself, hated being in hospitals. Ironic that we met each other in hospitals while we were, in Gaara's case, strapped to a bed, in Sasuke's case (both times), wrapped in bandages, or, in my case, either in a cast or visiting. We met Gaara while Sasuke was in for an interesting spot on his neck-which we never figured out what exactly the mark was from-and Gaara just happened to be next door to Sasuke, screaming his head off about something, and I just happened to be visiting when Gaara got out of his straps, Sasuke decided to go AWOL, and there wasn't a doctor, nurse, or security guard in sight.
After the first few hours of being Gaara's only hostage, I figured out that the doctors were doing all kinds of tests on Gaara, trying to figure out what was causing his (long) list of mental problems. Starting with automysophobia (fear of dirt) and ending with somniphobia (fear of sleeping), between which came his other quirks. I still made fun of Gaara, from time to time, of his inane fear of doctors-the reason he had originally been tied to the bed. I tried to take Gaara's 'hostage situation' seriously…but those hospital gowns just cannot make me see a scrawny ten year old red head, who didn't even reach my chest at the time, with big green eyes and pale skin, threatening.
For a moment, I wondered how Gaara had convinced himself to walk into the hospital, and almost asked him, but I saw the slight shaking of his arms as I looked at him. He would do anything for the people most important to him, especially Sasuke, which was probably another reason the three of us became fast friends. Most people didn't know how loyal Gaara was, but even fewer knew how many of his fears he was forced to face each day because of that loyalty.
"Uchiha Sasuke?" a nurse asked as she entered the room and her eyes quickly searched the room and a displeased smile came to her face. "I'm sorry, but visiting hours are over. Uchiha-san needs his rest."
"I'm not staying the night," Sasuke commented sourly as he returned the woman's irritated look. I smirked when I heard her huff-obviously Sasuke won their glaring contest-and stalk out of the room. I assumed she was going to go get Sasuke's doctor.
"So, who's going to stay with Sasuke tonight?" Temari asked. I shook my head, realizing she hadn't heard about my predicament yet.
"I'm living with him right now."
"Oh, why?" She studied me for a moment, then her gaze flew to Hinata and she nodded her head in understanding. "I'm guessing the old man didn't take it too well."
"Well, short of being forced out my home and told I'm never allowed to see Hinata again, outside school, it went very well," I retorted sarcastically, my eyes shifting from Temari to Hinata. She smiled softly, somehow reassuring me that everything would be fine. I just wanted to know exactly what she was planning.
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Authoress: should I continue?…hmmm…I think I may…just because I'm on a role today! Yay!…it's nice when you don't feel well enough to go to school on a Monday morning…people must think I'm some party animal or something…I'm never in school on Mondays…but if they knew that the reason was I got such little sleep Sunday night…(thank insomnia for that…) my reputation as a bad-ass dominatrix would be ruined…I didn't do anything to get that rep, I swear!…except a lil' leather here…and a 'bad' boyfriend there…and a few scandalous rumors…it all adds up…
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(Sasuke's POV)
I sighed to myself as I heard the last few of my 'guests' leave. The entire drama club had to come visit me once the doctors finally released me. Now, only Neji and Hinata were left and I didn't feel like having a Hyuuga war on my hands, so I was going to let them deal with how Hinata was getting home without her father finding out she was with Neji the whole time.
Neji had already gone to sleep and Hinata was cleaning up after everyone, which left me to lay on the couch without anything to do. I stared at the white ceiling as I recalled my 'fight' with Aoi, if it could even be called that. I had never been injured so badly in a fight that was so short, and especially without inflicting a single wound on my opponent. I sighed softly, knowing that, even if there had been an opening in Aoi's defenses, I wouldn't have hit her. Not because she was a girl, I had hit her before, but because I didn't want to cause her anymore pain.
What did I do to her? I wondered to myself as I let my good arm drape over my eyes and I took a deep breath. Neji told me no one's seen her since the fight…but no one even knows where she lives…Shikamaru and Kiba hacked into the school computers…there's no information on Aoi except a mailing address…not even someone to contact…if something happens to her.
"Sasuke-kun…do you need anything?" Hinata asked politely as she entered the living room and gently touched my shoulder, obviously unsure if I was awake.
"Iie…just tell Neji to keep it down…" I commented with a dry chuckle as I peeked out from underneath my arm and saw the blush on her cheeks. I also saw the smile on her face, which made me, for the first time, realize that she and Neji were actually in love…not just lusting after each other-not that I ever thought that was all they were doing. I never believed in love…crushes, yes, but they were fueled by lust and physical attractions, and I was one who considered marriage to be a union between two people who could stand each other…maybe if they were lucky, even like one another. But none of my theories on couples panned out where Hinata and Neji were concerned, which only made me begin to wonder what it would feel like to love…to be loved in return.
"Goodnight, Sasuke-kun…" Hinata said softly as she brushed her lips against my forehead and left the room. Hinata was the only person, I could remember, who kissed me goodnight. I remembered the first time she actually did it was when I was sleeping over at the Hyuuga mansion, my very first sleepover. She had given a peck on my, Gaara, and even Neji's cheeks before we went up to Neji's room for a night of games and scary stories. Neji was obviously used to his cousin's gesture, but Gaara and I stood there, stunned as we blushed furiously, touching our cheeks. Ever since then, Hinata mothered Gaara and me, always spoiling us terribly. If anyone else had seen her around us, they'd say she had a crush on us, but it was far from that. Hinata saw us as her brothers and she knew what our lives had been like, so she simply took the role of a mother for both of us. It was a strange concept to Gaara, considering his mother died when he was just a baby, and I couldn't remember very much about my mother, except for the last few days of her life and my adoptive mother was no kind of parent, so it was welcomed.
I felt my lips curve up slightly as I realized that Hinata was the only female I ever felt comfortable around and I knew it wasn't because she wasn't part of my fan clubs, but that she actually knew me and cared about me still. But no other girls know anything about me…even Aoi…but that was why I agreed to Gaara's bet…because if she doesn't know me…she really can't hurt me…I sighed at that thought and took my arm away from my face. The sudden increase in light made me squint for a moment, but my eyes quickly adjusted and I found myself staring at the window. I was surprised to see that it was night, since everyone had left sometime in the afternoon (which was also when Neji and Hinata went to 'bed'). Even though it was dark outside, I could see a figure sitting out on the ground a distance from the front door. From the figure's shape, I couldn't tell who it was, but the long blonde hair was a dead giveaway.
I slowly got up, making sure not to bend too much due to the large bruise on my side, and shuffled towards the door. The drugs the doctors had given me for the pain had finally started kicking in as I reached for the doorknob and pulled the large door open, surprised for a moment when I heard the pattering of rain. An arc of lightening lit up the sky and, for a moment, I saw Aoi's face. Her face was soaking wet, but I couldn't tell if it was just from the rain, or if she had been crying as well. Her knees were bought up to her chest and her arms were wrapped around her legs. I shivered when a gust of wind hit me, then realized that I could see my breath slightly.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Aoi slowly stand up and turn to leave, her eyes landing on me for a moment before she turned her back to me. "Oi, dobe," I called, but my voice was almost drowned out by the clap of thunder. In the little bit of light that filtered out from the house, I could see she flinched when I called her, but she did stop walking. "Get inside before you freeze." For a moment, I wasn't sure if she'd heard me, but she slowly turned around and looked at me. She walked up to me as if she was walking to her own execution and, when she finally reached me, her expression reflected the same mood.
"Gomen…" she whispered softly, keeping her head down as low as she could, her eyes fixed on the ground under her feet. "I didn't mea-"
"Inside," I retorted as I stepped back and clutched the door as the room began spinning. After a moment, everything righted itself and I looked up at Aoi and saw her concerned expression. "Get inside before you catch a cold." Aoi smiled sadly when she heard my bitter tone, but followed me inside.
"Sasuke…I'm really so-"
"If you keep apologizing, I'm going to hit you," I retorted coldly, instantly regretting my choice of words and tone. I sighed and turned to look at Aoi, but froze when I felt her against me, her hands balled up in my shirt and the water from her dripping clothes soaking through mine. She was shaking and, though her chattering teeth nearly covered it up, I could hear her sob. "Dobe…I…" I couldn't bring myself to tell her I was sorry…that I didn't mean what I just said, or that I was sorry for doing whatever it was that got her so angry today.
"Does it hurt?" Aoi said softly as she lifted her head from my chest and looked at my bandaged arm. I shook my head, then raised an eyebrow. Under all of her drenched clothing, I could see the outline of something wrapped around her own arms.
"Iie…the doctors gave me pain killers…" I bit my tongue before I sarcastically commented on the fact I had eighteen stitches up my forearm and metal rods keeping the bones together. That probably would have made her feel even guiltier, I realized as I brought my other arm up to wrap around her shaking form. Aoi smiled as she leaned into my, rigid, embrace. For a moment, I allowed her to rest her head on me as I tried not to wince as she unknowingly pressed against the large bruise on my side.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" Aoi asked softly as her fists loosened themselves from my shirt and she brought a hand up to my face. As her hand touched my cheek, I realized that she was freezing and, with a quick study of her face, I could see her lips were turning a strange shade of blue. Looking into her eyes, her words finally hit me. Nice?…Am I such a prick usually? Normally, such a thought would have made me snort in laughter. I knew I was less than kind to most people, but I didn't realize how cruel I was to Aoi until I saw the faint glimmer of tears in her eyes.
I opened my mouth to answer, but couldn't think of any response, except for that I was an evil bastard with many issues. "I…um…"
"The great Uchiha is at a loss for words?" Aoi said softly, smiling as she rubbed her thumb against my cheek. I couldn't help but lean into her gentle caress. Her smile turned into an almost-mocking grin as she continued her stroking.
I was about to answer her sarcastic comment when I looked at her and momentarily lost my ability to breathe. Looking at Aoi in this light, without bangs covering the majority of her face and makeup on, I could see how beautiful she really was. Acting on impulse, I bowed my head and pressed my lips against Aoi's. I pulled back an instant later, my face warming up as I adopted a new mantra: I shouldn't have done that.
"…did you just…kiss me?" Aoi asked, disbelief on her face as she looked up at me and brought two fingers up to her lips to touch them. My blush deepened, which only led to Aoi raising a blonde eyebrow at me, then smiling. "Do you like me, Sasuke-kun?" Her voice was filled with mockery, which made me adopt my usual glare and an almost unnoticeable pout.
Like hell I'd ever tell her that I- I lost my train of thought when Aoi stood up on the tips of her toes and touched her lips to my own, but didn't pull away. Instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck and gently traced the contours of my lips with her tongue. Out of surprise, I opened my mouth and Aoi's tongue slid into my mouth, rubbing against my tongue. Quickly getting used to this new sensation, I returned the motions as I pulled Aoi tightly against my chest with my good arm.
I was amazed at how good it felt to hold Aoi in my arms and kiss her. I could feel my heartbeat quicken as Aoi wove her fingers into my hair and pressed her lower body against mine. I couldn't help but smirk when I heard Aoi moan softly into my mouth.
"Sasuke, you should be in bed by no-" I froze, as did Aoi, when we heard Neji's voice. He, too, looked surprised as I pulled away from Aoi and turned to look in the direction his voice came from. "…Hi, Aoi…"
"…anou…" I couldn't help but smirk when I saw the blush creep onto Aoi's face, but I was sure that mine must have been worse due to my pale skin.
"It is two in the morning…what are you two doing?" Neji asked, looking from Aoi to me, then back to the blonde. I could have asked him the same question, since he was standing there in only boxers with a cup of tea in hand. How exactly he passed us, and not notice either one of us, in order to make tea in the first place was beyond me.
"So, h-how are you doing, Neji-kun?" Aoi asked, chuckling nervously as she shifted from one foot to the other. Neji raised an eyebrow and glanced down at his tea before sighing. He looked back up at Aoi, then to me with a smirk on his face.
"Sasuke, you better get her out of those clothes before Hinata throws a fit…" Perverted bastard…I thought to myself.
"Hinata's here too!"
"…kami-sama…" I shook my head, my ears still ringing from Aoi's loud outburst, but then I looked at her and was immediately ashamed. Her school uniform was soaking; it clung to her like a second skin and she also was shivering slightly. "Aoi…y-you can borrow some of my clothes for now…" I said softly, my blush returning with a vengeance.
"…arigatou…" she whispered in reply as Neji continued his walk back to his room, mumbling something about crazy people. I turned to look at her and sighed. "I guess that answers my question…" Aoi commented as she smiled at me, unweaving her fingers from my hair before she stepped back. She put her hands behind her back and looked down at the floor for a moment before looking back up at me. "…Sasuke…was that your first kiss?" I knew her face lit up as I turned my head to the side in an attempt to salvage my dignity. She giggled softly as she leaned forward and brushed her lips against my cheek. "Kaiwaii!"
"…" I frowned, trying my hardest not to blush furiously-but lost when my gaze landed on Aoi's face. That little fact about me had gotten her to smile, so I decided against correcting her. This was the first time…I wanted to be kissed…Itachi and that bastard don't count… "…you're cold…" Now that the room wasn't spinning and I wasn't caught up in 'the moment,' I could clearly see Aoi was no longer merely shivering, but shaking violently.
"Heh…it was raining outside and-"
"Baka…come on…" I slid my hand around Aoi's and gently pulled her towards my room, all while mentally wondering how bad my room was. If I had cleaned recently, I wouldn't be so ashamed, but on the other hand, I could have my days were I refuse to pick up anything. My eye twitched when I remembered I had thrown everything around when I had first gotten back from the hospital…in attempts of finding clothes that weren't as bloodstained as the ones I had on. I vaguely remembered that those clothes were thrown on my bed and weren't moved since. I could only hope Aoi wouldn't notice my stained clothes-and the rest of the mess I had made-when we reached my bedroom door. As I opened the door, I sighed in relief. Thank you, Hinata…I mentally whispered as I looked around the room and found my room cleaned. All my clothes were gone from the floor, she had even made my bed. I decided, as Aoi looked around then sat on my bed, that Hinata would be getting a large gift one of these days.
That idea was scrapped when I noticed what Hinata had somehow missed in her cleaning frenzy. Shimatta… I stared at the books stacked neatly, in order, on my desk. Naturally, Aoi's eyes followed mine and she smiled when she saw the piles of books. "You read Jiraiya's books?" My eye twitched slightly at the thought of it. She now knew something about me that only Neji, Gaara, and Hinata had known-I was addicted to romance novels.
"…hai…" I said as softly as I could. I inwardly knew this meant she could blackmail me, but how else could I explain away the twenty-some-odd books on my desk. I turned my head away from Aoi so she couldn't see the blush on my cheeks, but from the giggle, I guessed she had caught a glimpse of my pink cheeks anyways.
"They're interesting, ne?" I couldn't help but drop my jaw in amazement. No one else I knew read the same books as me-let alone the girl I thought I had nothing in common with. She slid off the back and stalked towards my desk, checking out my collection. I could hear her mumbling titles under her breath, along with snickers. "You've got almost everything…a nice collection…but you're missing the limited edition of Make-Out Violence…"
I couldn't help but inwardly cry at her comment. I couldn't get it… I had tried so hard, but the elusive book was always out of my grasp. Aoi, somehow knowing exactly what I was thinking, smirked.
"So, what's your favorite?" She asked slyly as she looked up from the books. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what she was getting at, but then realized I didn't mind that she knew. "Personally, I'd say Make Out Island, Volume Two, is tied with Icha Icha Paradise for the best…"
"Volume Two?" I couldn't help but repeat. I had nearly bought the first volume, but quickly put it back down when I realized it was part of the Yaoi collection. Always keeping up with Jiraiya's works, though, I knew that there wasn't a second volume out yet.
"Un…I've got it in with the old man…he lets me read every story even before his editors see it…" Aoi turned around to face me, smiling. "So, what's your favorite?"
"…" I coughed as my gaze shifted around the room. "Icha Icha Paradise…" She smiled when she heard my answer, then turned to look at my collection one more time before standing up straight. Damn her…she'll never stop making fun of me for this… I looked at my floor and sighed. "You're getting my floor wet," I retorted as I stared at the dark spot on my carpet where Aoi was standing. She smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of her head. "You know where the bathroom is, I'll find you some clothes… and take a shower while you're at it." Aoi blushed a deep crimson at the last part of my comment, as did I. I hadn't meant to sound so…perverted…but it came out that way. I watched her walk out of the room, wondering how I had gotten myself into this predicament, but sighed when I remembered this was my fault. I shouldn't have let her in…I thought to myself as I studied the cast on my arm. I sighed again as I went rummaging through my drawers in search of suitable clothes for Aoi. I quickly pulled out one of my favorite blue shirts, one that had my family's symbol embroidered on the back, as well as a pair of white shorts, and that was when I started to have problems. …under…wear? I tried to shake the perverted thought, but the image of Aoi in boxers drifted into my mind….and I couldn't help but find it quite pleasing on the eyes…er, mind. That train of thought only led to the inevitable realization-Aoi was naked in my bathroom at this moment and Gaara had taught me how to pick locks. A small side of me seriously considered peeping in on her.
Not that I would! I exclaimed inwardly, but sighed as my perverted side retorted, why else would you tell her to take a shower in your bathroom! Sitting down on my bed, I let my conscience and perversion battle over what to do.
Admit it! You would love to see Aoi completely in the buff!
/sputter/ WOULD NOT!
All wet and hot from a shower, with a fluffy white towel hiding her voluptuous curves from you…she gasps softly as you break down the door with a single kick and enter the bathroom.
STOP THAT YOU PERV!
You watch as she drops the towel in surprise then your eyes wash over her body, immediately noticing how unbelievably sexy she is as she tries to hide herself, blushing innocently.
…blushing…
Yep, you've got it. Her blush is nothing compared to what you'll do next. Stepping over the towel, you lean into the still steamy shower and turn it back on…
…hot water?
Of course! Next, you slowly remove your shirt. She takes in your perfectly sculpted body and gasps again as you wrap your fingers around her arms and pull her against your chest.
…oh my…
And it doesn't stop there, my friend. Oh, no! You shiver when you feel her warm fingers trace your waistband, asking for permission.
What next!
You nod your head slowly as you pull both of your bodies into the shower. She quickly removes your drenched pants and boxers with an expert hand, then, as if the sensation of the pulsating water on your fully erect member wasn't enough, she touches you.
NO!
Oh, yes! Slowly at first, curiously letting her fingers trace every inch of your throbbing erection, but then she kneels down and-
BANG!
I blinked, wondering if it was possible for a person's conscience to pass out due to the severity of his/her mental nosebleed, but then I realized that I hadn't imagined that sound. Forgetting for a moment the bruises around my torso, I flew out of my bed.
As soon as my feet hit the floor, I cursed colorfully and my hands moved to hold my side. God…damn…that hurts…I said inwardly as I, still massaging my ribs gently, shuffled towards the bathroom and knocked on the door. I could still hear the shower running, but Aoi didn't answer. "Oi, dobe!"
I waited a moment, but there was no answer. Sighing, I knocked again, a little harder this time, but I couldn't help but feel like something was wrong with the blonde. Giving up on the knocking, I banged my fist on the door, but there still wasn't an answer.
"What's wrong, Sasuke-kun?" I spun around when I heard Hinata's voice. She looked at me curiously for a moment before her eyes shifted to the locked door behind me. "Can you unlock the door?" I could see worry in her face, which didn't surprise me. What did surprise me was that, as soon as I had the door unlocked (thanks to one of Hinata's hair clips), she flew into the room and closed the door before I could even see the inside of the tiled room. I continued to stare at the door in front of me until, what seemed like an eternity later, it opened and Hinata poked her head out. "Could you wake up Neji-nii-san? I need his help carrying Aoi…"
"Is she alright?" I asked, studying Hinata's face. She smiled sadly as she nodded her head. I could clearly see she was hiding something, so I quickly went to get Neji up. It wasn't as easy at it seems, considering Neji could probably sleep through Armageddon and not even stir. After a few minutes of shaking and "gentle" slaps on the face, Neji was awake enough to blink tiredly up at me, then realize something was wrong.
"Nnggh…you didn't have…to hit me…" Neji commented between yawns as he slowly got up and followed me towards the bathroom. By the time Neji finally shuffled his way to the doorway, Hinata had the door wide open and was leaning against the doorframe. "Daijoubu ka, Hinata?" Neji asked as I watched him wrap his arms around his little cousin. She nodded her head, but it did nothing to convince myself or Neji.
"Is it alright if Aoi sleeps in your room tonight, Sasuke-kun?" Hinata asked softly as she pulled away from the other Hyuuga. I nodded my head without even thinking about her question. I waited, as patiently as I could, while Hinata dragged Neji into the bathroom. When they finally reemerged, Neji carrying a towel-clad Aoi, I noticed something was different about the blonde idiot.
As Neji effortlessly shifted Aoi's weight in his arms, I realized what the difference was. Her long blonde hair was missing, replaced by short bits of hair that were clinging to her forehead and neck. I also could see, as Neji walked past me, that there were six strange marks on her face-three identical lines on each cheek. I quickly followed him into my room and watched helplessly as Neji laid Aoi down on my bed as gently as he could, then silently pulled me out of my room by my wrist.
"Is she alright?" I asked as I studied Neji's tense back. He didn't turn to look at me, which only made me become afraid-not that I would ever admit it. I could hear Neji sigh as he finally turned around and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Don't…go in your bathroom…until Hinata or I clean it…" Neji commented softly as he tightened his grip on my shoulder in an attempt to calm me, but only succeeded in making me worry even more. I was about to ask why, but he shook his head. "Aoi…she passed out from either exhaustion or the fever…but…Hinata said she'll be fine…"
"…what's wrong?" Neji looked away and made the smallest of gestures with his hands. I bit my lip to stop myself from snapping at him. I knew it wasn't Neji's fault-but that didn't make me feel any better. "Go back to bed, Neji…I'll watch her…" I mumbled as I bowed my head and rested it on Neji's chest. He squeezed my shoulder again, then let go of me and took a step back. I sighed as I watched him shuffle back to bed. As soon as I could no longer see Neji, my gaze shifted to the closed door to my room. She wouldn't…Aoi's not that kind of person…I thought to myself, but bit my lip when I realized that I didn't even know what kind of person Aoi was, let alone what she was capable of. As much as I didn't want to admit that to myself, I did…and it hurt. This is my fault.
"Sasuke-kun…" Hinata's voice pulled me out of my momentary guilt-trip. I looked up at her and let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. "Just let her sleep…I suggest you do so too…" she said softly as she stood on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek. "Don't blame yourself either, Sasuke-kun…"
I nodded my head and waited until I heard the soft click of her bedroom door as it closed before I took a step into my room. I studied the unmoving figure in my bed for a moment before I closed the door behind myself and pulled a chair from near the door to the bedside. "Usuratonkachi…" I said softly as I brushed a curl of hair away from her face. I sat down and watched her chest rising up and down underneath the thick blankets on my bed, forcing my gaze to stay away from her arms. Locking my eyes on her face, I couldn't help but blush slightly. Without the long hair to hide her face and missing the fake smile I had grown accustomed to, I could see Aoi's true face. Although lined with thin scars, she was far more beautiful like this than any other time I had seen her. Taking in a deep breath, I wrapped my hand around hers and pulled her limp arm up to my mouth to gently kiss the back of her hand. As if she knew what I had just done, Aoi smirked in her sleep and her fingers tightened around mine. I watched her mouth move soundlessly, wondering if she was actually asleep. I picked out one word in particular that, if she was awake, I probably would have snapped at her for.
Hentai…you're a pervert too, dobe…I thought to myself as I used my other hand to gently trace the shockingly white bandages that covered her forearms. Baka…you ever do this again…I'll kill you myself…
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(Aoi's…oh, hell…if you haven't guessed it yet…'ere ya go…NARUTO'S POV!…/sighs/ I feel so much better now…)
I cracked up an eye and groaned softly when I saw the streams of sunlight coming through a nearby window. I don't have a window near my bed…I thought to myself as I stared at the dark curtains that did nothing to soften the effects of the morning light. And I don't have curtains…especially navy blue ones…I blinked, trying to remember what happened the night before, shutting my eyes so I wouldn't have to deal with the light anymore. I was walking around in the rain…thinking about what I did. I hit Sasuke…I broke his arm…great, now I'm expelled. I sighed softly at that depressing thought. There was no way Iruka could save my ass this time, which just gave me a whole new reason to love the kindhearted man. He had gotten me out of a lot of trouble in the past few months, most of it being due to my violent nature, but he had made me promise not to get into another fight. I broke that promise…what happened after I went out for that walk? I remembered leaving the school and running. Running in no particular direction, but I had eventually reached a small wooden bridge. The bridge was very old and, while not something that would catch the eye, it had always given me a sense of peace to stand on the bridge, leaning over the side, to look at the river below. I then remembered something else. The water, usually calm and tranquil, was filled with ice and, when I had finally pulled myself away from the bridge's railing, I noticed it had begun raining. I then started to walk back home…I think… I wasn't sure exactly what happened to me after leaving the bridge, but my eyes widened when I remembered finding out that a certain Uchiha had a secret love for Jiraiya's books. Then…I'm…at Sasuke's! That thought made me sit up immediately, my eyes shooting open to survey the room. Sure enough, I recognized the icy teen's bedroom, but it was at a different angle than I was used to. With another moment of studying my surroundings, I realized the unfamiliar view was due to the fact I was in his bed.
I looked down and stared at my trembling fingers which were curled around the soft piles of blankets on top of my lap. My fingers were shaking due to the fact I realized I wasn't completely naked underneath the warm blankets. That means he knows…great…the first guy to treat me…like a person…and now he'll probably never talk to me again. Why do I have to be such an idiot! I felt my eyes begin to water as I glanced down at the bandages on my wrists. Underneath those white strips of material, I knew that below the new diagonal lines of contusions, I would be able to see the marks of previous 'attacks.' On all of these older marks, the skin had healed over, but some were still an odd shade of lavender while others-the longer, more jagged ones-were shockingly white against my tanned flesh. I could remember all the times I promised to stop, but each time I promised, I felt as if I could stop. Nearly two years without cutting…I thought to myself. I sighed, mentally scratching that record. One single break-up and I had gone back to it. Two years of letting my pain out by hiding, by letting others take out their pain on me…and all it took was a single red-head to return to my old ways.
It was pathetic, I knew, but I still wanted to be friends with him, if that would be possible. Heh…I guess there are better ways to find out your boyfriend likes someone else…than to have him scream…that other guy's name…when you're…He looked really hurt about it…I guess I didn't deserve him. I sighed again as I folded my legs underneath myself and glanced around Sasuke's room. And now…Sasuke's going to hate me too…heh…finding out one of your friends is a guy. I closed my eyes, but then remembered that, not only did Sasuke find out I was a guy, but I also kissed him. Now he's really going to hate me…great…I noticed a pile of clothing on the foot of the bed and recognized them as some of Sasuke's clothes. Smiling softly to myself, I leaned forwards and picked up the neatly folded clothes. The shirt, which was on the top of the pile, was folded in such a way that the Uchihas' fan faced upward. I let my fingers trace the white and red symbol, but my fingers froze when I heard an angry curse. I immediately recognized the voice as Sasuke's, but he sounded angrier than I had ever made him. I had noticed that, when Sasuke got angry, he usually became even more quiet and sarcastic towards people, so I had only heard him raise his voice maybe once or twice-when he had caught me sleeping during a tutoring session.
"Iie! How many times must I tell you?" I winced when I heard the raven-haired boy's voice crack from being forced to such a decibel level that the sound echoed through the house. There was a pregnant pause in which I quickly threw on the clothes Sasuke had placed on the bed and slid out of the room. I halted when I heard the house's owner huff and mutter 'fine.' Not being able to curb my curiosity, I snuck into the room I heard Sasuke's voice coming from-the kitchen. As soon as I entered the room, I noticed the boy was sitting at his kitchen table, giving the coldest glare I had ever seen to a portable phone. He slid his finger over to a button and, with a soft beep from the phone, he set the black object down and sighed.
"Oi…Sasuke…" I whispered hesitantly, slightly unsure if my presence would make Sasuke even angrier than he already was. His head quickly turned in my direction and he glared at me before he looked back down at the phone on his table. I took that as a good sign, so I inched closer to him. "About…um…everything…gomen…"
Sasuke remained silent, but I could almost feel the seething hatred from the gaze I got from him as I sat down in a chair next to him. I couldn't read the boy's body language or his facial expressions past the obvious 'I'm pissed so leave me alone' vibe I got. "I guess I should have told you earlier…" No…I didn't want to tell anyone…especially him…now he's going to treat me like everyone else…like a monster…I sighed as I stared down at the table and noticed an ashtray sitting in front of Sasuke. It was filled with ashes and cigarette butts, but Sasuke didn't have one of the foul sticks in his mouth, so I hoped that it wasn't him who was smoking. I tried to ignore the smell of the cigarettes as I peered into Sasuke's face. I was surprised to see that his earlier expression of hatred was replaced by something I couldn't place. I froze in my seat when I got a good look at his eyes. They were blood-red, but not bloodshot. I studied his eyes for a moment, noticing that the irises themselves were red, with two distinct black spots across from each other. I had only seen eyes like that on one other person and almost hit myself when I realized what an idiot I was. Of course Itachi is his older brother…but he looks so different with colored contacts in and his hair down… I remembered the few times I had seen Sasuke's brother around the quiet house, but never linked him to one of my best customers before. "Sasuke? Daijoubu?"
Sasuke took a deep breath and a hand drifted into his pants pocket for something. I watched as he pulled a box out of his pocket and brought it up to his face. Waiting until he pulled one of the cigarettes out of the carton with his mouth and effortlessly lit it with a lighter that had been sitting on the table near the ashtray, I ripped the thin stick out of his mouth and quickly put it out. Nasty things… I mentally cursed as I happily watched the last few embers of the cigarette die out.
"What the hell was that for, dobe!" Sasuke asked, glaring at me with annoyance.
"Smoking is bad for you!" I retorted as I quickly pulled away the box in Sasuke's hand and the lighter in the other. "You could get cancer or something!" I heard him snort and mumble something about that being the least of his worries before his gaze returned to me and his eyes narrowed threateningly. Being used to this, seeing as it was his usual demeanor when we were alone, I shrugged and merely stared down at the pack of cigarettes.
"Give them back now," Sasuke stated, his unusual red eyes glowering at me. I shook my head and leaned back in my chair to watch the Uchiha blow up. I could almost see the vein popping out on his forehead already. Hm…I didn't think he was such a smoker…he never smoked when I came for tutoring…and he didn't do it any other time I saw him… I thought to myself, slightly surprised to discover that Sasuke smoked. It didn't seem like something the stoic bastard would do, but, then again, who was I to judge odd things people did when they were alone. It's kind of embarrassing to have the guy you're developing a crush on discover you're an amazing cross-dresser…mate..did I just…say I liked Sasuke! I blinked in surprise, then let my gaze travel to the older teen. He was beautiful, I had to admit. When he wanted to be, Sasuke could be kind, but then again, he always acted like he had a stick up his ass when other people were around. But the few times…he's been nice to me…were worth all the 'dobe' and 'usuratonkachi' comments…I inwardly sighed. Of course I had a crush on him…why else would I call out his name of all names? But I never admitted it to myself…like that…before…well, he won't like me the same way…especially now that he knows I'm a guy… I lost the ability to think when Sasuke leaned across the table and brushed his lips against my forehead.
"…" I stared, openmouthed, at the Uchiha as he stood up and raked a hand through his spiky hair.
"Do you want something to eat?" he asked, his gaze fixed on some point to my right. I unconsciously nodded my head, still amazed that he kissed me. Sasuke turned around and walked towards one of the cabinets. I watched him as he rummaged through the large cabinet and began taking out various baking goods. My gaze was transfixed on his body. He was angry, but none of his anger was directed at me. Whoever he was on the phone with…that's why he's so angry? I continued to study his movements. His hesitation over every movement he made screamed that he was worried about something. I almost smiled when I saw Sasuke taking quick, nearly unnoticeable glances in my direction before he quickly turned his back to me and continued his work on mixing some kind of batter.
"What are you making?" I asked, stifling a snicker when Sasuke jumped slightly at the sound of my voice. He didn't answer me, so, in my mind, I had no other choice except my next actions. I silently slipped out of my chair and snuck up behind Sasuke. He turned to look at the chair I was in and, seeing that I wasn't there, scanned the room with his red eyes. I made sure I remained out of his field of vision-aka standing pretty much right behind him-then waited patiently until he went back to his mixing.
Now's your chance, Uzumaki…I thought to myself as I leaned towards Sasuke, making sure I didn't even brush against him until…
"KYAAA!" Sasuke screamed as he literally jumped into the air, then started rubbing his ear. I couldn't hold back my laughter as I watched him mumble 'ew ew ew' as he wiped at his ear. Heh…the power of tongue… I smiled as innocently as I could before I took a step towards a now-blushing Sasuke. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood up at my full height, so I was eye-to-eye with him, and kissed his nose. If only I had a camera…I thought to myself as Sasuke's cheeks turned as red as his eyes and he scrunched his nose up.
"Kaiwaii!" I snickered as Sasuke frowned at me. He turned his head to the side and refused to look at me until I smirked again and brushed my lips against the exposed skin of his neck. If it was possible to destroy Sasuke's icy reputation anymore, I would have been surprised, considering that he 'eeped' as soon as I began licking his pale flesh. His eep soon turned into a gasp when I started sucking on a particularly sensitive spot between his neck and collarbone. I was surprised to find out, as I was assaulting his neck, that Sasuke was very sensitive around his midsection, where one of my hands was currently located-tracing the muscles in his well-built abdomen.
Someone coughed loud enough to make Sasuke jump back and to get me to turn around. "I see why you were kicking me out of the house this morning, Sasuke…" Neji joked as he waved at me and, somehow unfazed by what he had walked in on, sat down at the table and stretched his arms up. "Ohayo, Aoi…"
"…ohayo?" I replied, looking from Neji to Sasuke curiously. Neither teen was treating me as I was expecting…considering they found out I was a guy, which was surprising. I smiled as I sat down in a seat adjacent to Neji, then looked up at Sasuke and had to cover my mouth to stop myself from laughing…too loudly. Sasuke's eye twitched as he stared at his reflection in the kitchen's window for a moment, then glared at me.
"It'll fade, Sasuke…" Neji stated, trying to stop himself from smiling as he and I, along with Sasuke, looked at the very noticeable mark on Sasuke's neck. It didn't help matters much that Sasuke's was deathly pale or that his skin was, otherwise, flawless.
Sasuke mumbled something as he went back to his bowl of batter. It oddly sounded something like 'eat shit and die,' but I wasn't sure until I saw Sasuke mixing the contents of his bowl with a ferocity that was almost scary.
"So, Neji-kun…did you know Sasuke was a closet pervert?" I asked nonchalantly, smirking when I saw Sasuke's reaction to that-a soft grumble. He was starting to get annoyed with me. "He has so many of those romance novels…"
"Un…he's made me buy a few of them for him…I don't know what he sees in them…" Neji replied, quickly catching on to what I was doing. "What's worse is that, most of the time, he makes me go get his books for him so none of his fan girls will see him…"
"Iie!"
"Hai…" I couldn't stop myself from snorting in laughter as Sasuke, without even looking over his shoulder, flung his batter-coated spoon at Neji and, with surprising accuracy, actually hit the Hyuuga in the nose. "Oi, I'm just telling Aoi the truth."
"I…will…strangle you in your sleep, Neji…" Sasuke stated coldly as he pulled the bowl to his chest with his uninjured arm and carried it towards the stove. "Or poison you…"
"Hmph…just try, Uchiha…"
"I'll put bananas in your pancakes if you don't shut up…" Sasuke retorted as he slowly picked up a yellow banana from a basket next to the stove. I looked at Neji, wondering what the teen had against bananas, but smirked when I saw him frowning slightly.
"…you wouldn't dare…" Neji said as he began licking the batter off the spoon that was thrown at him. "anyways, if you do…I'll just tell Aoi about that time you got arrested for indecent exposure…"
"You got arrested with me…" Sasuke pointed out as he began pouring the batter onto a griddle. It sizzled for a moment while I processed that information about the two. Indecent exposure…they were…naked in public! My mouth gaped open at that idea-and image- as I looked to Neji, who was smirking.
"True…only because you were slowing me down…"
"I had a broken leg…"
"Well, the crutches didn't save us from the police…"
"Heh…but I'm sure I gave a few of them concussions…" I stared at Sasuke's back in amazement. Yeah, he seemed like a bad-boy…but I only thought that was because people didn't really know him. Arrested…I haven't even gotten arrested yet…and they…assaulted police officers! Are they crazy?
"We were sooo wasted…" Neji commented as he covered a smile with the back of his hand. I couldn't help but stare at Neji. He always seemed to be a good, law-abiding, student who would never do something wrong. He's…a hoodlum…I studied Neji for a few more moments.
"It helped, though…" Sasuke stated as he turned away from the stove to look at Neji and myself. I studied those red orbs for a moment, surprised to see that he had lost that anger he was showing before.
"Helped?" I repeated curiously, studying the slight smirk on Sasuke's face.
"Hai…that was the same night we all got tattoos…" Neji replied, gesturing at his forehead. "My uncle was so angry, he nearly drug me to the hospital to get it removed…so instead…I'm required to keep it covered at all times…"
"Oo…what does it look like?" I asked, inwardly amazed that Neji could keep something like a tattoo across his forehead a secret in school, but, thinking about it for a moment, I realized that as long as I had known Neji, he had always worn that odd bandana around his head. "I was wondering what that was for…"
Neji slowly took off the black piece of material, revealing three green marks. Two marks, shaped like hooks, were on either side of an X. I studied the marking for a moment, my eyes wide. That must have been painful…I thought to myself as I glanced over at Sasuke, then back to Neji. "Why…"
"To symbolize that a person cannot escape their fate…" Neji replied softly. "…I found out I was wrong…but I'm keeping this tattoo to remind me of that…"
"…how did you find that out?" I wondered aloud, noticing Neji smirked as soon as I asked, then he blushed slightly. "Ah…Hinata-chan…"
"It was my fate to hate her…but…I couldn't…"
"Why would you have to hate her?" I asked, studying the pained look that came to Neji's eyes. He looked away and took a deep breath. "…Gomen…I shouldn't have asked…"
"It's alright…" Neji replied as he placed his hands on the table and pushed himself up. I watched him as he went in search of something in the cabinets. As he sat back down and placed two mugs of coffee in front of me, he sighed. "I was supposed to hate her because her father killed mine…it was the way our family was…"
"Killed?" I repeated in astonishment. Neji nodded his head slowly as he furrowed his eyebrows and studied the mug closer to himself. He quickly picked it up and took a sip before looking at me.
"…I thought my uncle killed my father…but…when I was thirteen, I found out from my uncle himself that my father had died to protect him…Hiashi told me he would have done anything to save my father…" Neji said as he looked down at his black coffee. "It took me a long time to accept it…but even before I learned the truth…I couldn't hate Hinata…even though I was terrible to her…"
"So melodramatic…" Sasuke mumbled as he set a plate of pancakes in front of Neji and me, along with syrup and a few dishes and forks. "His uncle was always trying to make it up to Neji…and now I have this baka living with me…"
"You always were so subtle, Sasuke…" Neji replied, smirking as he stole the top few pancakes off of the pile and drowned them in syrup before looking back up at Sasuke. "I may be melodramatic at times, but you're an angst-whore…"
"An angst-whore?" I repeated, looking up at Sasuke, who looked like he was about to smack Neji. I chuckled at the thought. Two of the prettiest boys I'd ever met bitch-slapping each other. "Hehe…"
"And what are you laughing at, dobe?" Sasuke sneered as he sat down next to me and stole away my cup of coffee. Blegh…how can they drink that nasty stuff…I wondered to myself as I watched Sasuke drain the cup in a few seconds.
"So, where's your tattoo, Sasuke?" I asked, trying to sound innocent, but I came off more 'seductive' than anything else. I looked at him with puppy-dog eyes for a moment before sliding my chair closer to Sasuke.
"It's on the back of his neck…he usually wears all of those high-collared shirts to cover it," Neji offered as he began devouring his pancakes with fervor. He looks like he's in ecstasy…I thought to myself as I watched Neji eat for a moment.
"Will you show it to me, Sasuke-kuuuuun?" I said curiously as I ripped my eyes away from Neji, who seemed to love syrup quite a bit. Sasuke looked away from me as he pursed his lips and I smirked. I looked at him for a moment and my mouth dropped open. Instead of his usual baggy shirts, Sasuke was wearing a skin-tight black tank top…and I had somehow missed that fact until now. I stared at the visible muscles under the shirt, then turned in my chair enough so that I could see his back.
"You look like Neji with pancakes…" Sasuke muttered as he raised an eyebrow and looked at me. I looked up from his back and glanced over at Neji, who was already into his second helpings of pancakes. I smiled nervously, but froze when I noticed an odd black mark on the back of Sasuke's neck.
"Oi, is that your tattoo?" I asked as I slid out of my chair to, pretty much, sit in Sasuke's lap and stare at the three dots surrounded by a thin circle. Those marks…they look familiar…I thought to myself as I gingerly touched the mark, surprising myself when Sasuke flinched. He didn't do it out of fear or pain, which only led me to the conclusion it was a 'spot' for him. I smirked as I cuddled up in his lap and wrapped my hands around his neck. "Sasuke-kun…"
"Get off me, dobe…" Sasuke mumbled, obviously trying his hardest not to blush as I, knowingly, pressed my rear into his crotch. I smiled innocently as I slid off of him and back into my own chair.
"Please wait until I leave before you molest Sasuke, Aoi-kun…"Neji stated calmly before he wolfed down yet another pancake-this time whole. I watched in amazement as he cleaned off the rest of the pile of pancakes Sasuke had brought over, then took a sip of coffee. "Ah…you're the best cook, Sasuke…"
"What about Hinata?" Sasuke asked as he pulled the empty plate away from Neji. He stared lovingly at the griddle for a moment before sighing and, what I saw as, turned green.
"I love her…demo…" Neji shivered as he smiled nervously. "You really should help her, Sasuke…I was sick for nearly a month last time I tried her food…"
"That's not nice, Neji…" I pointed out, knowing that Hinata must have been trying her best to impress him. Even I couldn't cook-I could only make instant ramen-and Hinata told me she'd been working at her culinary skills lately so she could impress Neji one day…but getting sick for a month?
"I'm not lying…"
"He hasn't been able to eat bananas since…" Sasuke added while smiling evilly as he walked back to the griddle and started to pour more batter on the hot piece of metal. I raised an eyebrow at this comment, but didn't say anything. I turned to look at Neji, who had turned quite pale all of a sudden.
"…Shimatta…" Neji whispered as he stared at his watch for a moment, then glared up at Sasuke. "And you two get a week out of school…" With that, he slid out of his chair then flew towards the front door and left with a 'don't lose your virginity before lunch,' directed at Sasuke. The raven-haired Uchiha merely twitched at that unnecessary comment as he returned to the table with another pile of pancakes.
"So, what are we doing today, Sasuke?" I asked politely as I pulled off the top pancake and put it on my plate. I put much less syrup on my pancake than Neji had and happily bit into it once Sasuke had sat down and taken one for himself. Neji's right…these are so good! I nearly cried in happiness as I quickly finished the round, spongy cake and started in on my second. I knew Sasuke was watching me, which made me self-conscious all of a sudden. I put the whole cake down and lowered my head as I cut it into pieces. Manners…manners…what would Iruka think! I thought to myself as I took a piece into my mouth and reveled in its amazingly light taste.
"…I…have to go visit my family…" Sasuke commented softly as his gaze left me long enough to place a piece of pancake in his mouth. "…would…would you mind coming?" He sounds nervous? Why? I looked up from my plate and saw the pink tinge to his cheeks.
"Sure…I'm sure Sakura would be soo jealous to hear I met your parents before her…" I said mockingly as I inwardly added a few more details. She would die to know Sasuke's an amazing cook…is incredibly hot in a tank top…and is very shy…that and he's sensitive…ehehehehe…
"Adoptive parents," Sasuke added before he took a sip of his coffee. I blinked as I studied his face. When he had mentioned the word 'adoptive,' he sounded like it hurt him…I wonder what happened to his real parents.
"I'm adopted too…" I said with a smile. It wasn't a complete falsehood. My parents had died when I was very young, leaving me all alone to fend for myself. Then, there was the day I met Iruka and Kakashi. I had the misfortune of picking the wrong silver-haired man's pockets and getting caught (not by him, but his lover). I had given the cutest face I could manage to Iruka, who immediately melted and begged Kakashi to let me stay with them. It took Iruka months to wear Kakashi down enough to agree to such an idea, but then again, once he did, he was the best father I could have asked for.
"…will I ever meet them?" Sasuke wondered as he stood up and went to get himself more coffee. I nodded my head, knowing he was keeping an eye on me, then smirked. "Nani?"
"They're quite flaming…just to warn you…" I commented as I watched Sasuke pull out a glass from another cabinet and go to the fridge for something. For a moment, I saw his shoulders tense, which I guess was understandable. It's not normal for two gay guys to raise a kid…especially someone as amazing as me! I inwardly smiled at that, mentally noting that I would have to do something for Kakashi and Iruka one of these days to thank them for everything.
"…My adoptive parents…are…different…" Sasuke stated as he sat back down and handed me a glass of milk. I smiled at him, adding another thing to my 'Make Sakura Jealous' list. He's thoughtful… I took a sip of the cold liquid, then looked up at Sasuke, who diverted his gaze quickly.
"Different how?" I asked, pretending not to notice that he had been watching me a moment before.
"They…are too concerned with their reputation and money…" Sasuke replied coldly as he began cutting through an innocent pancake angrily. I watched him for a moment, wondering what his adoptive parents could have done to make him hate them so much. Is that who he was talking to this morning? I wondered for a moment before reaching over to Sasuke and touching his hand. For a moment, I thought Sasuke would pull away, but instead, he wove his fingers between mine.
"If they're that bad, then just don't see them," I pointed out as Sasuke stared at my hand. He shook his head, mumbling that he had to go. "Then I'll be there with you to beat them up!"
"Is that your answer to everything?" Sasuke asked as he held up his cast-covered arm. I smiled sheepishly as I leaned forward in my chair and gingerly kissed Sasuke's lips. Even though it was a completely chaste kiss, my heart sped up as I pulled away.
"Not everything," I replied as I used my other hand to trace the contours of Sasuke's face. "But for most things…yep!" Sasuke shook his head at my answer, but I could see the faint beginnings of a smile.
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Authoress//stares in wonder/ I shall stop before I hit thirty pages (currently, we're at 26)…so, how'dya like that chappie!…
Sasuke: OOC MUCH!
Authoress: yeaaaa…sorry 'bout that…but…you know Sasuke can have his tender, needy moments…
Sasuke: YOU GAVE ME A HICKEY AND MADE NEJI INTO SOME PANCAKE LOVING MONSTER!
Authoress: Yep…so /covers Sasuke's ears/ for those who may not have already guessed it…Sasuke doesn't know yet of Naruto's predicament…and I haven't decided yet if Neji found out in that oh-so-steamy bathroom mess…yep…that's what happens when you've got a stomachache and are listening to Dir en Grey for over seven hours straight…so, until next chapter…when, I assure you, Gaara will find his soul mate…and we'll meet Sasuke's prick parents! Yays! …/crickets chirping/ okay then…well, sayonara my wonderful reviewers…and don't forget to tell me what you think should happen to our unusual couple!
