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Chapter Six: Fifth Promise

+I'll Sit With You at Lunch+

Once again, Naruto was finding it pretty hard to stay focused during English class.

'I think Ero-sensei bleached his hair again… it looks whiter than usual. Marshmallows are white too—and fluffy. They taste good when you mix them with rice krispies. Mmm… rice krispies—'

"Naruto!" Jiraya-sensei smacked the blackboard with his ruler. "If you've stopped daydreaming, I would like you to pick up from where I left off."

"Uhhh…" Naruto slowly got up from his seat and pulled at his shirt collar. Had the room just spiked another eighty degrees or was it just Naruto? Blue eyes darted back and forth, but all he got was the silent, pitying glances from a few students along with a few blank stares as well.

"Page 32, paragraph two." Gaara whispered.

"Thank you!" Naruto whispered back. "And we walked on the tightrope, hands clasped and hearts pounding. The crowd wanted us to fall. Fall to our deaths. But Light was calling out to us—drawing us nearer. The Light promises us many things—a new life, a new hope, and a new dream. What we want, the Light offers. But then the rope snaps, and we plummet… plummet so fast—so hard. And we realized that the Light was only a lie. That we cannot take things at only face value. The last thing I remembered from that dream was the sound of bones shattering and the taunting crowd."

The room was silent—mostly because half the class was zoning out during Naruto's reading. Jiraya-sensei, however, was on the verge of tears and was chewing his thumbnail down to the nub. "Brilliantly read, Naruto! Now then, Hinata, please interpret that paragraph!"

As Naruto sat down, he couldn't help but read over the words he had just read. 'And we realized the Light was only a lie. That we cannot take things at only face value.' The words stuck with him all the way to lunch.

+I Promise+

"Another day, another rose," Kiba said as Naruto joined them at their usual table in the back.

"What does it say this time?" Gaara's voice held no signs of actual enthusiasm in it.

Naruto glared at his friend, "You really don't care, do you?"

"I asked you, didn't I?"

"Fine then. It says: 'I'll sit with you at lunch.'"

The brunette's eyes widened like saucers. "Whoa! That's a big step there don't you think? She didn't even complete her promise from last week and now she's offering to sit with you at lunch?" Kiba shook his head in disbelief and dug into his vanilla pudding cup. "Something's not right."

"Maybe this is sort of like a part of her last promise?" hope stung through his words. "She did say she'd make it up to me."

Gaara chomped on a fry and swallowed. "I'm not buying it."

"Same here," Kiba said after eating a spoonful of pudding. "Mmm… vanilla pudding really is the best!"

Sighing, Naruto folded his arms on the table and rested his head on them. Deep down, a part of his heart knew what his friends were saying was true. It made sense, if he thought about it hard enough. 'This isn't the first time she didn't fulfill a promise on the exact day the rose was given out. Maybe it really isn't Sakura afterall…'

Just then, Sakura breezed by their table. Naruto's senses were assaulted with the smell of flowers blended in with citrus—the smell he had come to love. He sighed wistfully, his heart pounding, as he waiting for that time-stopping moment when Sakura would ask to join them for lunch…

That, sadly, never happened. All he got was a smile and a wave before Sakura joined her friends at their usual table in the middle of the lunchroom. Do you all hear that? That was the sound of Naruto's heart cracking… and cracking… and decaying…

Kiba sighed and offered the leftovers of his pudding cup. "Comfort food?"

The only response he got was a muffled wail and a few curse words.

A raven chuckled behind him. "Is he shutting down or something?"

"Don't worry about him," Gaara pulled out his binder and ripped out a blank piece of notebook paper. He had an assignment due next period and what better time to work on it than at lunch? "He suffers from mood swings at least four times a day."

"Five times if he's on his period," Kiba added in, rubbing circles on the blonde's back.

"I am not a woman!" Naruto's head snapped up like a puppet on a string.

Sasuke smirked, "Could have fooled me."

The blonde felt a rather low groan crawling up his throat as he turned around and saw the last person he wanted to see. His eyes involuntarily dashed to where Sakura was and he caught her looking… at Sasuke—not him. His heart broke a little more.

"Is there something you wanted, Uchiha?" there was no emotion in his voice, just a sigh from a very, dejected Naruto.

Sasuke merely raised an eyebrow in question, turning to either Kiba or Gaara for an answer to his silent inquiry. All he got was a shrug from the brunette and not even a glance in his direction from the redhead. He inwardly sighed and gripped onto his packed lunch a little tighter. "Mind if I sit here?"

A simple shrug, "If you want." Naruto sighed.

Sasuke grunted and pulled up a chair. Once he was settled in he opened up his paper bag and pulled out the contents of his lunch: a Tupperware full of leftover lasagna, a bottle of water, and for a snack a pack of Oreos.

Kiba and Gaara both shared quizzical glances.

"You don't think…?"

"… This is too much of a coincidence."

"Hey Uchiha…" Kiba placed his spoon on his nose and hummed thoughtfully. "Why do you wanna sit with us? Don't you normally sit with that Hyuuga kid from the soccer team?"

Sasuke shrugged, opening up his lasagna and stabbing it with a fork. "His attitude annoys me. And I thought a change of scenery would be different."

"Really? What more do you want to see in the lunch room?" Gaara rested his chin in the palm of his hands.

"People…" Sasuke answered vaguely.

"Hmmm," Kiba and Gaara both hummed. Kiba broke out into a face-splitting grin as he eyed the raven's Oreos. "You know, Uchiha, if you want to sit with us you're going to have to share those Oreos you've got there…"

The raven smirked, "Not on your life, Inuzaka."

"Too bad. You don't really have an option," lunging for the Oreos, Kiba tried—and failed—to get them and came back empty handed. "Don't be a fucking hog! Share your damn cookies!"

"I don't think so." Sasuke smacked at Naruto's walking fingers that were inching near his cookies. "None for you either, Dobe."

Naruto pouted and flashed Sasuke his signature move: big, watery, blue eyes. It was the trick he used on Gaara whenever he wanted the redhead to do something for him. It worked most of the time. "Is that any way to treat a depressed person? That Oreo could be the deciding factor of whether or not my day ends up bad or good! If I have a bad day I swear I will make practice a living hell for you."

"I would take him seriously. He's an accomplished whiner." Gaara said.

Onyx eyes clashed with blue eyes, one studying and the other was pleading. Finally, it seemed that Sasuke couldn't win against Naruto's big, blue eyes and pulled out an Oreo for him. "Here, take it."

"Fuck yeah!" Naruto took a celebratory chomp of his newly acquired cookie.

Kiba pouted and leaned back in his seat with his arms folded. "This is so not fair! Why does Naruto get the fucking cookie?"

"It's favoritism," Gaara said, packing away his recently finished homework.

"That, and I find Naruto less annoying to deal with." Sasuke quipped.

"Ha! Suck on that, Kiba!" and just to make his point, Naruto balled up the empty Oreos' wrapper and threw it at Kiba.

Kiba slapped the offending paper away. "I hate you all! You fucking suck!"

Naruto died with laughter, watching his friend stomp away to the trashcan in a huff. It was weird. A few minutes ago he was mulling over the broken promise, but now he was rioting over Kiba's pain. 'Oreos are magical cookies,' Naruto thought.

Really, ignorance is a truly blissful thing, huh?

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