Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, would you be reading this? I didn't think so.
Mia
"Hey, James," I said, using the alias I had later become accustomed to, "You still coming to my house tonight?"
Sasuke nodded slightly.
It was the day before his birthday, and considering I couldn't exactly take him out on a romantic dinner on his birthday, eating a hopefully romantic dinner at my house was the next best thing.
We walked into English class, the last one of the day, thank God. Too bad the last class of the day had Itachi…
"Welcome, class," Itachi said emotionlessly, "Please take your seats, and I have your essays to give you."
I was pretty sure I got an F, seeing as how I used the art of creative spacing.
I sat in my seat next to Hinata, waiting for Itachi to hand in my failed essay.
Itachi handed Hinata and me our papers, face down.
I got a D. Well, it's better than an F, I guess…
"What did you get?" I asked.
"Um, a C," Hinata said uncertainly, "What's a C?"
"It's not a bad grade, necessarily," I shrugged.
"Oh, o-okay."
I looked back to my paper, spying a note in Itachi's handwriting.
Mia,
Meet me after class.
Oh, perfect. I just might get detention. And now I'm going to be late to my own date, damn it!
"I want you to start a creative writing project. You will be working on it throughout the semester, and it will be like a Midterm this year," Itachi stated.
Translation: I just want to make your life a living hell.
What I would have loved to say: Screw you, Itachi! Though I knew if I said that, I'd probably get killed, whether or not Katana was my spirit.
I groaned, along with a couple other students. I have nonexistent creativity when it comes to writing. I mean, sure, if I wrote I was kidnapped by evil ninjas and that I have to save two different worlds from being completely overrun by those ninjas, it'd be creative – but also a true story. So really, no creativity points there.
"It will be like a story. About anything you want, I do not care. No less then ten chapters, or thirty thousand words, whichever comes first. I will give you three to five days to brainstorm ideas, and then I want you to start the first chapter. Use your notes on chapter writing to help. Begin."
I sighed, taking out my notebook and pen, beginning to brainstorm.
Got any ideas for a story? I asked.
Sorry, it's not my forte, Katana replied.
Now I know I'm screwed. Good thing my grades don't matter – though why our folders said we had to do them, I had no clue. Something about blending in with the students here.
"Do you have any ideas for this?" I asked Hinata.
She shook her head. "Not r-really," She replied.
Since I had no idea what the hell I was gonna do, I just decided to doodle aimlessly, anxiously waiting for the end of the class.
The bell finally rang, and I waited for everyone to leave. I sent Sasuke a glance, hoping it meant to that I was staying behind. Naruto and Hinata followed him outside.
"What do you want, Itachi?" I asked tiredly. I really needed to get going.
"I only wanted to compliment you on your cleverness. None of the students here thought to double space."
"If that's all, can I go?" I asked, "I kinda have somewhere to be?"
"To celebrate my younger brother's birthday, perhaps?"
"His birthday's tomorrow, dumb ass," I snapped.
"But you're keeping your relationship a secret, correct?" Itachi smirked. I chose not to answer.
"What do you see in that failure anyway?" Itachi asked, curious.
If I didn't know better, Katana began; I'd say he's jealous.
"Katana thinks you're jealous," I smirked at the sight of him frowning.
"Like I said," His face returned to normal again – which included his famous smirk, sadly, "He's a failure, bound to do something wrong."
"And you're telling me this why?" I asked, glancing at the clock above the door.
"Because my proposition is still open," He replied simply, slightly shrugging his shoulders, "Join our side. We don't make mistakes. Neither do I. Little Brother, on the other hand, does."
I sighed, knowing where he was getting at. Blah, blah, blah. What he really wanted was a date.
"Look," I cut his little speech short, "If a date's what you're looking for, it's a big no."
Itachi smirked again. "And why not?" He asked.
"Because if you didn't know," I replied, "Which I'm most definitely sure you don't, it's illegal for there to be a student-teacher relationship. And last time I checked, you're the teacher, and I'm the student."
"Hn."
"I'm glad I got that into your thick head," I said, "But I've gotta go."
"Have fun on your date," Itachi sneered.
Don't worry, I almost said, I will!
Once I finished getting my books I met up with Sasuke and Hinata in front of the almost deserted school – it was Friday, people wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.
"Hey," I greeted, "Where are the others?"
"It was G-Gaara and Neji's turn to make sure I-Ian was safe," Hinata replied, "Shikamaru, somehow, got detention – pro-probably because he was sleeping during c-classes. T-the rest didn't want to w-wait."
Well, that shows how considerate they are! Hmph.
"You didn't have to wait for me, you know."
"And risk you getting kidnapped again?" Sasuke asked, "I don't think so."
Hinata agreed, not finding Sasuke's interest in my safety weird. She was the only person – besides Gaara The Smartass, of course – who knew of the relationship Sasuke and I had.
"Is S-Sasuke still going t-to your h-house, Mia?" Hinata asked.
"Yeah," I replied, "You and Gaara are going to cover for him, right?"
Hinata smiled meekly and nodded.
"Thanks," I said. I mentally checked that off my freakishly long To-Do List.
When I had stepped into my house, the first thing I noticed was that my mom was sitting in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee.
"Are you and dad still going out tonight?" I asked, hoping she'd say yes.
"Yeah," Mom replied, "We leave at five and we're not coming back till midnight probably."
"Five o'clock is in an hour, you know," I glanced at the stove clock.
"Hn," She grunted, standing up, "Don't burn down the house while we're gone."
Tempting idea, but I needed the house tonight. Maybe some other time.
I went up to my room. What the heck was I gonna wear?
How about a skirt? Katana suggested.
No.
Then why'd you buy them?
So the girls would stop pestering me, I shrugged.
WEAR ONE! Katana yelled.
No! And for the thirty times you're going to tell me to wear one, it'll still be a no.
Don't you wanna look nice for Sasuke? Katana asked.
I sighed. I look fine in whatever I wear, I replied.
Wear it, Katana threatened, Or I'll make you wear one.
Okay, okay, I thought, walking over to my dresser, I'll wear a stupid skirt.
Sighing, I opened the drawer, and taking out a random black skirt and a black long sleeved shirt.
I fingered the piercing on the top of my earlobe. I had gotten it when I was kidnapped, courtesy of Pein. The one on my bellybutton was hidden, but the ring on it was more intricate than my ear piercing. I liked it, though it reminded me of my time with the Akatsuki – and more importantly, Itachi. I guess it always reminded Sasuke of my time there, too, since I always wore it, and he seemed to dislike it, slightly. Maybe I can make an exception of wearing it, tonight.
I sighed, taking the earring off and placing it on my dresser. I glanced at my alarm clock. My parents were supposed to leave in forty five minutes.
I was getting more anxious by the minute. I didn't even know what I was going to make!
I drummed my fingers against the worn wood of my window sill, anxiously waiting for forty-five minutes to pass by.
Sasuke
I entered the apartment, dropping my backpack – for something so stupid, it was heavy – and dropping onto the couch.
"HEY, BASTARD!" Naruto yelled, "Why don't you want us to celebrate your birthday?!"
"Because I don't want to," I shrugged tiredly. He'd been pestering all day.
"Oh, come on!"
"I regret even telling you about it."
"Give it up, Naruto," Shikamaru sighed, walking in through one of the doors adjoining each apartment.
"Yeah, Naruto!" Sakura chided from the other room, "Leave Sasuke-kun alone!"
I knew they were up to no good, but I really didn't care.
Naruto grabbed the control off the couch, turning the TV on. Even after spending every day with it, he still didn't know how to change channels and everything. And I was in no mood to help him out now.
I looked at the wall clock; two hours and a half until I could leave. My excuse? I was going over to someone's house for some stupid Art project that Deidara 'conveniently' gave. My partner just happened to be a rabid fan girl, too. My thoughts about that girl aren't positive, and they're censored, just like every other fan girl out there.
I sighed, looking at the clock every few minutes.
"Are you waiting for something, Sasuke-kun?" Sakura asked, noticing me not paying attention to whatever the hell she was saying.
"Hn."
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"Hn," I grunted, a tiny bit louder.
"You can talk to me, you know," She prodded.
"Hn." Now I was annoyed.
"I'm here –"
"Shut up."
Only two more hours. Let's hope I can get out with my sanity.
Mia
Knock, knock.
More like a rough Bang!
"I'm coming, I'm coming," I muttered, smoothing out my skirt, "No need to be angry."
I opened the door, seeing Sasuke in just a plain black T-shirt and jeans. I suddenly felt a bit too fancy, seeing as I was wearing a stupid, stinking, skirt.
"Hey," I greeted.
He nodded his greeting.
"No need to be so fancy," He smirked.
I blushed.
"Yeah, well," I said, trying to come up with a comeback, "Um, come on in."
"So what's for dinner?"
"Considering my lack of cooking skills," I said, locking the door and leading him to the kitchen table, "It's just gonna be a simple dinner of rice, pasta, and your favorite."
"My favorite?" He raised his eyebrows, sitting down and eyeing the covered plate.
"Tomatoes," I took off the cover, and voila! Dinner's served!
I sat down across from him and began eating. He did the same.
We ate in silence, occasionally making idle talk.
"What did Itachi want to talk about?"
I sighed. Somehow I knew it was coming. If not when we were walking home, then in the middle of his freaking birthday dinner. Of course.
"I really don't know," I sighed again, "He's freakishly cryptic." Like him, I should add, but I didn't want to piss Sasuke off on his birthday.
"Tell me what he said," He said, demanding in his own quiet way.
I replayed the conversation Itachi and I had, skipping the part about his proposition being open. Why? I don't know, I just had a gut feeling in the pit of my stomach (or maybe it was the pasta I had) not to tell him.
Sasuke leaned back in his chair.
"They're up to something," He mumbled almost to himself.
Way to state the obvious, Sasuke.
"I don't understand one thing," His eyes were closed, though he faced me, "Why wouldn't they just take Ian? It's really not like we're much of a threat."
Well, gee, if I knew what was going on in their heads, I'd gladly tell the world, but sorry, I don't. And, hey! I think we're a threat. Way to be supportive, Sasuke!
His eyes flicked open, boring into me with an intensity freakishly powerful.
"I don't care how you do it," Sasuke began, "I want you with weapons – kunai and shuriken, at least – at all times."
"I know."
"You know, but you don't do."
Okay, I'll admit, I haven't had my weapons with me 24/7 since…ever.
"Fine, fine, I'll have them with me," I sighed, "Happy?"
Sasuke smirked slightly, his mood lightening.
"Anyway," I said, changing the subject, "When are we going to tell Ian?"
Sasuke immediately understood.
"It's yours, Kiba's, and Hinata's choice," He shrugged, "You three are the closest to him."
"And how are we going to find the scroll?" I asked.
"When we tell Ian."
"Huh?" Okay, I might still be new to the ninja thing, but I was sure Ian didn't have the scroll on him.
"When we tell him, he'll be able to direct us to the scroll," Sasuke sighed, as if explaining to a kindergartener, "Because he's Katana's brother's container, and his spirit is the guardian of that scroll, he will naturally have instincts as to where it is."
"Oh," I said, mulling over my newly acquired knowledge, "And you didn't tell me this why?"
Sasuke smirked. "You never asked."
-x-
Right now, we were sitting on the couch, watching Law and Order reruns – with much persuading, on my part, while eating desert – you guessed it, tomatoes. God forbid Sasuke liking anything sugary.
Sasuke was getting bored easily. I couldn't really see how Law and Order was boring, I mean, we only watched three shows! Sadly, he managed to guess which were guilty, which totally ruined my fun.
"This is boring," Sasuke sighed for the hundredth time.
"This is boring," I mimicked.
Sasuke met my gaze intently. "Are you mimicking me?" He asked.
"Are you mimicking me?"
"Stop mimicking me!" He demanded, clearly annoyed.
"Stop mimicking me!" I smirked.
"Great, this night can't get anymore idiotic," He mumbled.
"Great, this night can't get anymore idiotic," I almost laughed. A few hours ago he said he was having a nice time.
"Stop it!"
"Stop it!" I mimicked automatically.
Sasuke suddenly smirked, but I barely registered it.
"Sasuke, kiss me."
"Sasuke, kiss me – wait no –!" I only just realized what he said, and his lips crashed down on mine.
His lips trailed toward my ears, and whispered, "You're slow, Mia."
Damn it, he was right…not that I was complaining, at this moment...
His lips moved back to hover over mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His tongue slid into my mouth, and we wrestled – I feel so embarrassed for actually revealing this – for dominance. As always, he won. His hands on my waist, my arms around his neck, it felt right.
The small clicking sound of the doorknob turning interrupted us. Thank God the door recently got jammed. Long story short: it was my fault.
"They're not supposed to be here!" I whispered.
"Well, they're here now," Sasuke replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes.
Not helping! I thought.
A light bulb flashed on my head. "To my room!" I instructed, "Now!"
Sighing, Sasuke jogged upstairs, his footsteps making light thuds.
I hurried to the kitchen, disposing of any evidence there was that I had had another person in the house.
I flopped onto the couch just as the door opened.
"Hi," I said pleasantly, trying to look normal and not like I was just making out with my boyfriend (oh, how I love to say that word!), "You're home early."
"Hn." My father grunted, hanging his coat on the coat hanger by the door. My mom went into the kitchen, coming back several minutes later.
My mother looked around suspiciously.
"Did you have someone over?" She asked, her eyes narrowed.
"No."
"Then why are there two glasses of water on the kitchen table?" She asked.
Oh, shit. I forgot about the glasses of water.
"I was thirsty."
"And you got two glasses of water?"
I simply nodded.
"Next time, put them in the sink," Dad said, walking upstairs, and mumbling something about an idiot brat for a daughter.
Glad to know what he thinks of me.
I wonder what'll happen if they find Sasuke in your room, Katana wondered teasingly.
That would lead to an apocalypse…
"What the hell?! Who are you?!" My father yelled.
Oh, shit...
A low thump could be heard from downstairs. Now I was really apprehensive...
"What's going on?" My mother mumbled to herself, walking upstairs.
"Mom, no!" I blocked her way.
"Move it," She pushed me out of the way.
A few seconds later, I heard the same thump. Oh, God, now I was really nervous.
What I saw when I ran up the stairs took me a few seconds to register.
...
"WHY'D YOU KNOCK THEM OUT?!" I yelled, "YOU KNOCKED MY FREAKING PARENTS OUT, SASUKE!"
"What's your point?" He shrugged, leaning against my door frame.
"They're gonna wake up and know that they were knocked unconscious, you idiot!" I replied, "And they're gonna know who did it!"
Not to mention that I had a boy in my room. Damn it, I'm so screwed.
"Don't worry," He sighed, "I erased your father's memory. Your mom didn't even see me. If we leave them on the couch they'll think they just think they fell asleep there."
"Fine," I sighed, defeated, "Help me get them onto the couch."
...
"Wait a second," I held up my finger for, "You tampered with his memory?"
"Yes, what of it?"
"You never tampered with my memory, did you?"
"If I did, you'd never remember it..." He smirked.
"You better not have," I warned, then sighed, "Help me get them onto the couch.
"Later," He smirked, cornering me against the wall, "Where were we?"
He ran his lips against my neck and up to my jawline. My breath hitched considerably.
He pulled away to look into my eyes. I looked into them without thinking.
The last thing I saw was his red orbs before everything went black.
-x-
"What happened?" I groaned. I found myself on my bed in my clothes from the night before.
Then I remembered.
"UGH!" I groaned again, "Stupid Sharingan and it's wicked awesome powers!"
A sudden smirk graced my lips.
"Sasuke's so in for it tonight..."
Author's Note: Hey, guys! You haven't heard from me in forever, I know. But I thought this chapter sucked really badly, and I HAD to change it. It's not much better now, either, but it's better. I'll update soon, don't worry.