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ALL

THE THINGS

HE SAID

By: Turku (Endless91) etc…

::CHAPTER TWO::

Cocky blue eyes took me in, his mouth turned upward in a foxy smirk. A smirk that one never saw often due to his usual ear to ear grin. I felt something stir in my belly and I couldn't help see the rapid succession of dreams of nights past. Those lips, those supposedly soft, pink, delicious lips that I dreamed so many times pressed against my own. Massaging them. A new fluidity created by out movements.

The perfection.

"Who said you could call me by my first name Dobe?" I shot him a glare, which he returned along with a comeback that he would regret by the end of the class.

"Well excuse me for not addressing the royal pain in my ass properly." He smiled as though he had won already. If only he knew.

At first I honestly contemplated even saying what I was thinking, but decided that this opportunity was too much to pass up. A real Uchiha would have. "Oh? Do you think of me shoving myself up your ass quite often? You must if your undergoing that kind of pain."

I watched as his eyes widened, his tan cheeks flaring a rose color as the class murmured their "Ooohs" and how he "got burned." But who put the icing on the cake was the loud mouth dog boy Kiba Inuzaka.

"Damn Uzumaki. I knew you looked girly and all but I didn't know you wanted the Uchiha just like the rest of them. But hey what ever floats your gay bo---" Kiba didn't get to finish because Naruto's fist had filled his face.

"Shut the fuck up Kiba!" Naruto screamed, throwing a look of hatred and hurt in my direction. His eyes were rimmed in water and I hadn't put the two and two together to think he was crying until he was long gone. That scared me more than anything because no one, I mean no one, had seen Naruto Uzumaki cry since kindergarten and I couldn't help but feel I caused the tears more than the dog breath did.

Why am I so fucking stupid?

I decided to go off looking for the dweeb. Seeing as though I was well prepped for this course and his class was held in the same building I skipped. I ran through the halls and checked the classroom he was supposed to be in, only to find that he hadn't come to class. He could be ANYWHERE on campus now. I decided to look around this entire building at least. I checked every room, every bathroom, and even the lunch room for him only to come up empty handed. I sighed.

"Up." I heard a lazy voice say. I turned around to see none other than Shikamaru standing by the window about to strike a match. Inhaling the cancer stick.

"I thought you were against smoking Shikamaru." He'd always said when he was smaller, that he'd die before he picked up a cigarette. But his idol Azuma-sensei made an impact on him

"True." He said, blowing out a blast of smoke looking badass as ever. "But sometime you have to just throw caution into the wind and take risks in life." He looked into my eyes gestured toward the library. "Up." Before turning away and walking back to class.

What the hell was that all about? And further more. . .

Why do I have the feeling he knew what I was looking for?

I opened the heavy wooden doors of the library. It was one of the only libraries that was attached to the school and was one of the number one places to study in the building. I walked through the large, dusty, dim lit room with purpose, as though I knew exactly where I was going. I headed toward the very back of the library, opening the door where the archives rested. Scanning the room I found what I was looking for, a thin rope attached to the ceiling. I tugged it and down came the panel, along with a hidden ladder. "Up." I said before climbing up the ladder. When I reached the top I pulled up the rope ladder and replaced the panel.

The secret room was beautiful.

The room had a hundreds of wind chimes everywhere. All different shapes, sizes, and styles. Some gold, some silver, some spiraled, some had colored marble balls, some were wooden, and some were made of glass. Books were stacked along the walls and sheet music was pinned to the walls. Finally the huge, round, stained-glass window and its many colors created with the help of the sun played off of the wind chimes, causing them to dazzle your eyes.

And that's when I heard it.

The sound of his soul…

His violin. It wept.

I watched him play from a distance, his sunshine hair put the glistening specter of the wind chimes to shame. His eyes were closed, the creases of concentration made him look like a wise man more than the knuckle-headed boy we see in class from day to day. He swayed with the music his eyes opened slightly as he stared at the wood of the violin, admiring it though his eyes reflected sorrow and possibly a hint of defeat. His music stopped abruptly with a screeched as he made eye contact with me.

"YOU!? What are you doing up here?" He said, a blaze of many emotions filled his eyes.

Rage. Embarrassment. Hatred. Disappointment. Pain. Confusion. Longing? The last one I may have imagined because it was gone as fast as it came if it was even there at all. Now the rage was over powering anything else…

"I was looking all over for you." I said, he looked a little taken off guard by the statement. Was I really that much of an asshole that the concern I showed was shocking? Damn.

"Why would you care?" He said, voice dripping with venom.

"I wanted to say…" I felt a twisty knotted feeling in my stomach. It's been a while since I've said the "S" word. "…I'm sorry."

His eyes widened, perfectly round, perfectly blue and his cheeks tinged pink in a blue and his lips slightly agape. Then he grinned. A beautiful smile that reached his eyes. He walked toward me.

"What was that?" He said, cupping his hand around his ear. "I didn't quite catch it."

I sighed and shot him an annoyed glare. "You know what I said, Naruto."

He stared again. "Wow, are you feeling okay? I got an apology AND you called me by my first name? Who said you could call me by my first name Teme." He smiled playfully and I smirked slyly.

Throwing the caution into the wind, maybe, just maybe. I walked toward him. Maybe I could take this risk. Just to see…He watched me curiously as the space between us closed slowly.

"W-what are you doing Teme?" He said, his eyes filled with a bit of fear, a bit of hope, a bit of need, he stared into my eyes, occasionally glancing at my lips.

"Hn. Usuratonkachi…" I said before I closed the final inch of space that separated his lips from my own.

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GAH! Cliff hanger! How will Naruto react to the smooching?!?! I know but you don't. Sorry my chapters are so short. (.;) Please keep the reviews coming though. THEY HELP! (and motivate!) I really would like to thank those again who have reviewed and also have my story on their watch list! How special it makes me feel!!

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