Chapter 6
A/N: (coughs) ok so this time was still long but not as long as last time and I got a big chapter so
I also want to thank those who bothered reviewing...truth be told I didn't actually think anyone 'would' review since even I thought it was boring... But hey I had to write 'something' about Gaara's journey to the toilet, TT. So thanks to 'of or on' for the very detailed review, and sorry 'Sakunari and Sasuke' I really can'r promise on the torture thing, it's just too tempting
But I really tried with this chap especially since it has a LOT of dialogue with Sasuke, so a very fun chap to write, Hope you all enjoy this one!
Disclaimer: I am and will be forever broke so I can't even own the whole set of Naruto let along the actually thing! No, everything belongs to Masashi Kishimoto-san.
Gaara's POV
I finally come to a stop and place my hands on my hips as I hunch my back forward and take in deep breaths. My hand comes up and I take a quick glance at my wristwatch before I place it quickly back on my hip. I just spent a good half an hour getting from the toilet to here, sure having that maid point out the direction had helped but only for the first five minutes before I got lost again. How hopeless am I.
I look up in front of me; the familiar dark brown wood that led to Sasuke's room was somehow inviting now after I had a glimpse of what else this mansion held... Monsters.
I shiver, the thought of 'that' man over working his employees until they looked like that was horrible and yet at the same time I knew it would be like this since he's just a cold hearted rich man, with no hobbies apart from torturing other people's lives. As my breathing evens out I take this time to reflect back on my encounter with Sasuke. Sure he was a bastard the first time I ever heard him open his mouth but unlike that idiot father of his, he actually tried to apologise. So maybe I am being a little too one-sided. Since after that experience if I have to say I've learnt something from it, it's that in some twisted way I am the odd one out here. I'm rude and aggressive and I hate my master and his family. No matter how you look at it I just don't compare to those loyal work loving zombie servants. Maybe that's why Sasuke always makes things difficult for me, it's because I'm different so he picks on me, maybe he just wants someone who will be a slave and listen to his every command.
My first response to that request would be to tell him that he's a sick freak and that I don't give a damn about what he wants. Hell, if he was actually stupid enough to think that I would 'listen' to his commands I would probably do the exact opposite just to get on his nerves...but life isn't that easy. I have a rundown home, I haven't got any money left in my bank, I doubt I'll ever get to go to university and to top it all off I have a sick father in hospital who needs money if he's to live. Who am I to say that I won't listen to Sasuke just because I have my pride? I don't have any more rights in this place not now when I'm living off their pay and their food and clothes, if I were to really rebel it would be like biting the hand that feeds me, and even my pride needs to eat so I doubt it'll have objections. Guess that leaves me with just one option left, be obedient even if it kills me, I'll just have to take anything Sasuke throws at me and take it like a man. I take a deep breath as I grab the cold doorknob and turn.
I open the door roughly and step inside before shutting it behind me. I soon spot my little master sitting on a chair eating his breakfast. It's set out across a long table that is, weirdly enough, placed quite close to a wall. Two comfy chairs at each end of it Sasuke currently occupying one of them. He seems to have changed into some casual looking clothes, a dark blue T-shirt and some shorts. Seems like a huge contrast to what he was wearing yesterday, guess that was worn to please his parents. He looks up from his drink and smiles happily at me.
"Gaara you came, for a moment there I thought you got lost. I was just about to send someone to get you." I just knew the first thing to come out from his stupid mouth would be something like that, but no worries because nothing he says is going to make me loose my temper today. Figuring I can't let him see any differences between me and the other servants, I shock him by giving a short bow before straighten my back and stare at him as emotionless as I could manage.
"Sorry young master. I'll make sure to be quicker next time." I watch as Sasuke's face changes to look confused. I almost think I've got him, when before I know it, it's changed back to his happy smile. That didn't really go to plan now did it? I somehow feel a bit disappointed at his quick recovery but I just stand there as he just carries on sipping his drink, the silence slowly sinking in. I give a sigh.
"So...what time will young master's friend be arriving at?" I try, I really don't like how I'm just standing here like and idiot while watching him eat all that yummy stuff and get to sit on the comfy chair at the same time. I guess I'll get my turn to eat when he finishes, though I highly doubt I'll be sitting on anything as comfy as those chairs. What my sore body wouldn't give to be able to sit on them.
"In the evening, I'd say..." he glances at his watch. "...Around 2pm. That means we've got about two and a half hours left." great just what I need, about two hours left before the real agony begins. It seems a bit short but I guess it'll be enough time for me to prepare for the worst.
"What are you going to do before that then?" curiosity really getting the best of me, I really want to know if any of his activities will involve me playing the role of 'slave boy'.
"You don't need to worry...there's plenty to do. We'll find something to keep ourselves busy with." I catch some strange glint in his eyes; I really don't like how he just read my mind like that. From the way he put the 'we' in the sentence I have a strong feeling it means he's going to make me work a lot today.
"Well first off my drink's finished so come pour me another one." I blink my eyes and face reality, I was right. I find myself slightly scared of what he'll make me do in the up coming hours since I am now dealing with someone who is evil enough to make me walk across the massive room just to pour his juice for him. Spoilt rich kid, so note to self: what is he not going to make me do?
'That stupid lazy, good for nothing'...I mumble a few other names I'd like to call him inside my mind, as I trod over to his side of the room slowly, my legs still slightly stiff and painful and the suit terrible uncomfortable. Once I actually got to where Sasuke sat he just stretches his arm to the direction of the other chair. My eyes follow his hand and I spot the jug halfway across the table nearer to the other side of the room, I feel stupid for thinking that it would be close to him, guess he's not 'that' lazy after all. I frown slightly as I see him give a small smirk; happy in achieving his goal of annoying me...he just doesn't know how much thin ice he's treading on right now. I walk over slowly to it, and when I finally get to the jug I realise that it is however right next to the wall and no matter how much I try to stretch over the table I just can't reach it. There just seems to be a few centimeters gap between my fingers and the jug handle. How I hate being short, everything in life just seems to remind me how much easier my life would be if I was just a bit taller! I breath out deeply before looking for an alternative route since I feel that climbing over the eating table will only damage my image if anything. The only way I can see is to climb onto the comfy chair and somehow squeeze myself in to the small gap and walk over to it. With my legs and the rest of my body still numb and painful I really didn't want to picture myself climbing over that chair...
"What's the matter Gaara, can't you reach it? Should I just get it myself?" I turn my head to see him sitting there, his fork softly tapping the empty glass cup next to him as he rests his check on the palm of his other hand, a look of evil on his features which I personally feel suited him the best since that's his true personality!
"No young master. No need to bother yourself with such trivial things. I can manage it on my own." I say and I watch as he puts down the spoon and rests his hand against the table, his expression now looking like it said 'lets see him try'. I turn and face the other chair, determination written across my face, I'll show the little punk I can do this. Yet another difficult task I'm going to have to conquer, but if I can find a hidden alarm clock in this massive room I can definitely get that jug! Like hell I'd need help for something like this!
I stop at the chair and do the only other thing I think will help, moving it. I grab on to the armrest and proceed to tug at the chair in hopes of moving it out so I can squeeze into the gap. I try and try but all attempts are futile as I can't even make the thing bug let along 'move' it. I stop and lean against the chair and breath in deeply, this thing weighed a ton it wasn't going to move even if I kicked it so this plan was out the window. Plan A failure now on to plan B... Climbing over it. I did say I didn't want to picture myself climbing over this but I guess I have no other choice, it's either this or the table which I think is waxed so I'm not going to even attempt that. I slip out of my shoes and I climb onto the chair, my feet on the soft seat as I grip the top of the chair, trying to keep my balance since the soft silky material underneath my feet was causing my feet to sink in to the seat. I try not to fall off as I slowly raise my left leg up and place it softly on the armrest. I quickly count to three before I loosen my grip on the chair top and put all my weight onto my left leg before I use it to push myself up off the chair and land wobbly into the crack, my calculations weren't exactly perfect since I end up banging my shoulder into the wall from the uneven landing. But although not perfect I was now sandwiched between the table and the wall with just enough room for me to walk in a straight line leading straight to Sasuke. I give a small sigh of relief that I had finally accomplished the task when Sasuke has to go and ruin it by voicing out his thoughts.
"I didn't know someone could take so long just getting a jug. Are you sure you don't need help?" I frown. If I weren't as controlled as I was now I would have definitely shouted out a big, 'oh yeah, and who's fault is it that I'm bruised all over and in pain right now?!'. But not letting his stupid remarks get to me I grab the jug and walk over to where he is. Having reached my goal of bringing him his juice I feel relieved that it's finally all over, I even feel relaxed enough to put a small smile on my face.
"Here you go sir." he places his cup on the table. I finish pouring his drink and set down the jug. But as my eyes land on Sasuke I find that he is staring back at me. I find his stare too calculating and decide straight away I don't want to find out what he's planning in that twisted little mind of his, besides it'll probably involve me. So instead I turn to my side, although I'm still fully aware of his gaze from the corner of my eye. I try to distract myself by looking up at the clock and watch as the minute's tick away loudly. Slowly the hands on the clock face moving slower and slower almost like they had stopped. Even though this was very annoying, I think the fact that Sasuke's eating right next to me is even worse. The sound of his knife and fork cutting away at what smelled like heaven. But then again I hardly ever ate when I was at home so not eating so this mustn't be the problem. Ah, then it must be the fact that he is still staring at me! I give up trying to act calm and cool and face my current annoyance.
"Is there something on my face or am I just wearing my pants the wrong way?" I ask politely my eyes darting down to check that my sarcastic remark wasn't actually true. My nerves were beginning to strain and it was taking a lot of effort for me not to just grab his neck when it's so close!
"No, what would make you think that?" he asks, his blank face now looking very amused. I however choose to be the more mature one and continue to stare seriously at him.
"Well then why on earth have you been staring at me ever since I got here?" and then as if on cue a smile spreads across his face and I just know that he's been waiting for me to say this. My brain takes this time to call myself a big idiot and shouts at me to run and hide in the closest ditch somewhere, preferably somewhere far far away from Sasuke, but I don't budge. This is now a choice between confronting him face on or having him continuing to stare at me with those calculating eyes, and I'd rather choose the 'head on' anyday. I stand straight and look him in the eye, and wait for him to start his little verbal battle with me which I will not return since I am not going to let him get to me today.
"Well I was just..." I wait patiently, my mind already thinking of what he would say, possibly some rude remark about me again, and all I ask for is that it not be about my father. Because that would just be too much and I might give in to the temptation of...
"Admiring your, unique features." I freeze, all my thoughts suddenly vanish as I try to recall his last words, he didn't just say what I thought he did...right?! This is not what I prepared myself for, anything but 'admire' your 'unique features'? Has he gone totally cookoo?! This was just too bizzare even for him!
"Wha...what do you...mean, young...master?" I ask timidly, hoping it was just me thinking too much. His smile widens and he stands up, I freeze, this is not good.
"You know...you have really unusual hair colour, it's so red. I was just wondering whether it was dyed or not?" he takes a step to the side so that now he's standing in front of me, I panic.
"Its...part of my DNA...I mean...natural!" I stutter a bit as my mind jumps in to control and my eyes dart from left to right working out the closest exit route for me to make a jump for. To my left was the table and my right was the wall. All I could do now is step slowly behind me since Sasuke has smartly blocked off the front as he advances forward.
"Fascinating." is his simple reply and his right hand reaches up to what I assume was an attempt to touch my hair. I freak out and jump back from his sudden gesture and find my back hitting against the comfy chair's armrest and loosing my balance I fall backwards. I now find myself sitting awkwardly in the chair I had wished to sit in earlier. With my butt just resting on top of the armrest I had tripped over, my back dipping into the seat and my head against the other armrest I wasn't in a very comfortable position. If this is how all my wishes are going to turn out I hope none of them come true again! Still a bit dazed from the sudden fall, I look up and spot Sasuke standing where I had tripped looking like a curious cat monitoring its next prey. I close my eyes and struggle to get up as I wave my hands in the air hoping to grab the top of the chair. I hit something and I tighten my fingers on it, I open my eyes to see what it was I had just grabbed. To my utter shock it was the front of Sauke's shirt since he's moved and was now hovering above the chair. I let go quickly and bring my arms to my chest, and watch all my hopes of escape vanish as Sasuke places his hands on either side of my head. My mind is in a jumble as I really don't know where this is all leading to and all I want it to get out of this weird awkward position quickly!
"Well...it's just darker...than normal ginger heads, right?" I say trying to finish off the earlier conversation and hoping he'd just accept the fact that there was this possibility and just move away from me.
"But the colour's too rich." he lifts one of his hands up and it makes contact with my hair. I tense up but fight the urge to smack his hand away as it carries on playing with my hair. God if only I hadn't made up my stupid mind to be obedient, but since I've put up with it for so long I can't just give up half way. I mean he's just playing with my hair he can't possibly do anything worst than...
"You know, you're being really obedient right now. I wonder if you'll object if I said I wanted to kiss you...again." my eyes widen and I tighten my grip on my shirt. Kiss me AGAIN! Was he out of his mind, how am I suppose to reply to that, close my eyes and say yes master?! His right hand moves from my hair and slowly trances a path to my mouth, I shiver as his fingertips meet my lips. On the inside I'm currently slapping myself silly, why is my timing always bad just when I had to go and make up my mind to be obedient Sasuke suddenly has the urge to be weird or would the proper wording be HOMO! Stupid me I should have seen this comming after what he tried this morning. But what am I suppose to do now, just sit here and take it?!
"Is that a 'yes master'?" he chuckles lightly and before I know it his hand is on my chin and tipping it upwards, his face moving closer slowly. I can almost feel sweat form on my forehead, was I going to be obedient and accept my masters request of letting him take away my second kiss? Stupid Sasuke, and stupid me for thinking being the same as the others would mean no bullying, this is bloody sexual harassment! I feel his breath on my face, oh no he's so close. I snap, I'm not going to let him do this to me!
"No. Stop it!" I shove him backwards as I try to make a quick exit to the left. I think it's honest to say it didn't quite go to plan, because the next thing I know I find that my lips aren't kissing Sasuke but the floor beneath me as I find I had miraculously managed to flip around and land face down on it. I think I could pretty much guess how much of a fool I looked like right now since I could make out Sasuke laughing his heart out behind me.
So all this time he wasn't being weird, it was just his way of making fun of me...AGAIN!
I push myself up and stand facing him, he stops laughing and looks at me for a second or so before he begins to chuckle again. I seriously think I heard one of my veins pop as I marched over to him and grab the front of his shirt and shake him.
"You bastard what was that for! Is making fun of me really that amusing for you?!" he grabs my hands and tug them off his shirt and I give him a death glare in return.
"Yes." he replies his face having a smug expression pasted on it. I make claws with my hands and try to tear him to shreds but his grip on my wrists is too strong.
"Why you little..." he cuts my sentence off with his own.
"But it wasn't all my fault this time. It was your fault." I wrinkle my nose and give a snort.
"Really? And what could 'I' possibly do to 'make' you make fun of ME?" I tug my hands free and fold them against my chest, I wasn't buying his lies for a nano-second.
"Well you're the one who started to act all weird and funny first. I mean what's with you calling me 'young master' again, you usually just insert a 'you' where my name should be." he pauses and then rubs his chin in thought.
"Did you hit your head again?"
"Is that an insult? I try to be polite and nice and 'you' think I act weird? That's how all the other people here act what's weird about it?"
"Well you're not like the other's are you, you're Gaara. And if I recall correctly he's rude, bossy, loud and possibly a bit shorter than most of them." I grit my teeth, and convince myself not to hurt him because what he's saying is true...
"So don't you want me to be like them. I thought you wanted an obedient slave boy to boss around."
"Not really. And if you were like that I'd probably have to consider firing you. Didn't you think they were boring? They're just so...they're like.." he struggles to find the appropriate wording for it and I try to help him out.
"Work loving zombies?"
"That's the word...dead." ok, maybe he thought they were more like monsters than I did. I fell a chill go down my spine as I remember their dull dead eyes. I don't think they're dead I 'm just not sure they remember how to feel anymore. Well at least now we have one thing we can both honestly agree on.
"You know I was surprised you weren't like them when I first met you though. Why is that?" I snap out of my thoughts and look back at him.
"What do you mean why. I'm a normal health teenage boy why would I act like some brainwashed zombie. They've probably been through some hard training course entitled 'how to strip you of your emotions part one...'"
"What?" Sasuke drops his smile and looks seriously at me. I find it strange that he's looking like that when I just cracked a joke.
"What, didn't you go through their training too? You're from the academy right?" now that one got me thinking.
"There's actually an academy for teaching people to be servants?" he's joking right?
"Where do you think you came from then?"
"Um...my parents...?"
"No. I mean aren't you suppose to be fully trained?" I hold my hands up in defence.
"Hey wait a minute there kid. I'm just 18, I've only got A-level qualifications. I'm not a genius!" God where was his mind at, normal jobs weren't as complicated as this. I watch as Sasuke calms down a bit before going into thought.
"I knew it, I thought it was strange..." he says but more to himself than to me, a small smile on his lips.
"What's strange?"
"Nothing." and before I can press on he changes the subject.
"Why are you trying to act like them anyway? I thought you liked being you." I open my mouth and then close it quickly. How was I going to explain to him that I didn't want him to bully me, wouldn't that just sound childish?
"Well I'm dressed like them I might as well act like them too." his eyebrow rises and he places an elbow on the table, his chin resting against his hand.
"You're not still angry about the suit thing are you?" I grin inside as he easily takes an excuse in my hope to change the topic, and now thinks it's the suit. Which really is uncomfortable so I'm technically not lying.
"Of course not, I'm not that immature. What do you take me for?" I say lifting my chin up high, playing along with the excuse. He tilts his head to the side.
"Really?" We stare at each other for a while before I decide give in.
"Of course I'm still annoyed with this, thing!" I grab at the pure black jacket and tug at it to show him exactly what I meant.
"Well it's a suit you know they're like that. And here I was thinking it was something big bothering poor Gaara."
"What I can't even complain about things I don't like now? First I don't get to choose what I wear and now I can't even get upset about not being able to move in it!?" I suddenly feel caught up in the moment and decide that I don't feel like backing down, not when he just said I should act more like myself. I'll just have to give him a piece of my mind. I wait for him to counter this.
"No you're right you should be allowed to be upset." I blink, this was certainly a change. And here I thought he'd object or argue or...
"Besides you're cute when your angry. You remind me of a...panda!" ...make fun of me.
"Panda's don't get angry...they're fluffy bears that sleep most of the time."
"Yeah but they have black rimmed eyes just like you." he points at me and I blink, my eyes following where his finger was pointing towards and then realisation slowly hits me. Ah stupid me! I forgot to take it off. Damn now he's noticed my stupid dumb habit. What can I say, normal depressed people buy a nice sharp razor and relieve stress through pain, but I'm poor and cheap and any blood lose that wasn't used to sell to black markets was a waste so what do I do? I grab the cheapest eyeliner in the drug store and go home to draw out my frustrations on my eyes. Nice, simple and no blood lost. It's not like I'd need to bother about comments from bullies, they already had a bag full to call me why not just give them another one?
I bite my bottom lip, but how was I going to get out of this one without him finding out...
"What...you have a...a problem with makeup?" I shoot back, trying to sound a bit angry instead of defensive.
"No..." I cut off whatever else he had to say.
"Well then great. If you don't then don't comment on it." I pause, the side of my mouth slowly slides up to show a grin.
"Besides, wearing make up isn't half as bad as going around blindly kissing guys is it Sasuke?!" ha let's see him try to think of a counter attack for that.
"You're right, I really shouldn't..." I wait for him to finish his sentance but instead he moves his head forward and pecks at my forehead quickly before pulling back and sitting down. Shocked as I am I'm more prepared this time and as I take a few steps back I manage to not trip over, although I'm pretty sure my checks still automatically turned bright red.
"...make a habit out of it?" he finishes. I give him a glare and bring the palm of my hand up to wipe my slightly moist forehead. Thanks to this morning I'm not really shocked, more angry!
"Don't try to do that again ever! Or I'll make sure that you are never physically capable of having kids!" he gives an exaggerated sigh.
"Too bad Gaara. Even without that, I don't think we can."
"Well let me tell you something mister. Even if I WAS into men it wouldn't be with someone like YOU. Besides I'm not a Homo." I point my finger accusingly in his direction.
"I don't think I can say the same thing for you though buddy."
"Oh no, I'm not in to men. I like cute girls, especially if they're shorter than me." I narrow my eyes at him.
"I am not a girl either!" I find myself impulsively grabbing his shirt again although this time was standing at a further distance. A safety precaution.
"Just because I wear 'some' make up doesn't mean I like to wear a matching frilly dress with it!"
"Well I guess if you were more feminine you would have noticed sooner." he shakes his head at me. I blink, confused by his sudden change in behavior.
"What?"
"I find myself disappointed in you Gaara." I blink.
"Yet again, what?"
"You haven't noticed yet have you? My clothes." I let go of his shirt and then look down...
"Well I suppose they're quite creased...but what has that got to do with me? I just grabbed them lightly. Very lightly." I try to discreetly smooth out the very stubborn crease marks my hands had last made contact with.
"No, it's because you had to be 'smart' and chuck all of my clothes out of the suitcase. This was in it."
I look at the floor and spot the clothes I had practically torn apart in my frantic search of the annoying alarm. I pause my mouth forming a small 'oh' before I begin to fidget with my hands. My mind starts to sense guilt beginning to build up.
"Well you still have loads of other outfits to choose from. You know you have hundreds of suits to pick." I say in my unusually soft voice, it's best that I don't get him angry about these kinds of delicate issues. This doesn't work and I see his gaze drop to a pile further behind. I look behind and spot a small mountain of expensive suits and other wear all covered in dust. I turn my head back but drop my gaze, oh God now he's going to add the damage to my already massive debut. But to my surprise I hear Saskue just give a sigh, and I look up to see what other ideas he had in mind.
"Well not that I really care since I just don't want to wear a suit all day..." I cringe inside, Oh and I do? bloody hypocrite.
"...but you just had to choose my favorite one to mess up didn't you, genius?" I think the sarcasim came out louder than it should have. And here I was feeling sorry that I had runined his clothes.
"Well I'll iron it or something. Hand it over!" I stretch out a hand, ready to take his crumpled shirt and shorts and iron it like it'd never seen before. Sasuke however seems to have other ideas as he just stands there. His mouth forms a 'playful' smile, I shudder, that seems to imply bad things to me...
"Oh I don't think you'll have enough time Gaara. I'll think about it after you've finished the others."
Others?
I look around me quickly and I spot what he means straight away, all the dead clothes creased and dirty. Oh dear God, I forgot I would have to clean all of this!
"And I hope you do finish before my guest arrives, I need the room nice and tidy." and I have to finish this before the afternoon? But it was already nearly twelve. that's like two hours to clean this all up! I stare at all the crumpled suits I had thrown away so easily in my desperation. This was definitely their way of getting revenge on me...
I give up even asking for more time...and instead decide that I'll finish it myself. I'll show him that I can do this...right?
I set off to work and look around for the closest pile, and walk over to it. I decide that bending down on my knees would be too much of a hassle so I begin to stretch downwards hoping my back is still flexible enough to reach the floor.
"There's still one thing bothering me though" he says to himself rather than to me.
"Yeah? And what could bother you, genius?" I look round to find him in a puzzled expression, what on earth would bother him?
"It's weird, it should have happened by now..." he whispers to himself quietly.
"What I didn't quite catch that? What happened?" I turn back and bend further and finally reach the stupid shirt without having to bend my stressed knees, which is when I hear a loud rip echo the room.
Oh my god!!!
I quickly straighten and turn, my hands automatically going back to cover my small 'incident'. I feel my checks redden from the embarrassment. Sasuke looks as surprised as I do. But what I find even more embarrassing than ripping my trousers would be if he...
"You didn't see anything did you?" I ask in desperation. He looks at me quickly.
"No...See what?"
"Nothing..." I add quickly.
"...Can I get a change of clothes." I say trying to change the topic. Sasuke raises an eyebrow at me but I stand firm and he decides to drop the issue.
"Ok." he replies, before getting off the chair and coming over then stretches his arm towards me. And although he wasn't laugh out loud he had a very smug face on.
"Take it off then." I gulp.
"Ju..just get it and I'll change afterwards." he carries on staring at me, waiting for an answer.
"...It's cold in here." he gives up and accepts my lame excuse.
"Okay, I'll go tell someone to bring it up for you."
"You're leaving? Aren't you coming back though?"
"Is that an invite to see you change?" I give a deep growl making sure to show him my 'fangs'.
"I'm just joking. I need to go prepare for the guest anyway so I'll probably pop back at around 2. "Besides..." he pops a hand on my head and ruffles it a bit.
"I don't want to be in the way while you're tidying up."
"I don't care, I WILL get it all done!"
"Good. See you later then." and he walks off towards the door, but as he turns the handle he looks back at me.
"But I guess I'll have to tell them get a bigger size right, chubby panda-san?"
"I am not fat! You just gave me a cheap suit!" I shout back at him as he closes the door chuckling.
I wait a few minutes and when I'm sure he's left I give a sigh of relief. Thank god he didn't hang around and press the issue. I pull my hands away from behind me, what would I have done if he did see? My boxers having red gourds on them isn't exactly something to be proud of, infact even I think it's childish but what can I say, I like gourds...and they're cheap. Ah who gives a damn what Sasuke thinks, he probably did see. I start to undo the button and zip, ready to take it off. Since it's going to be one of 'them' I don't have to worry about being seen. I slip it off easily and chuck it on the floor, I'll deal with it later. I look at the stretch of ground leading from my feet to the door, it seemed that more clothes were scattered about than I could remember chucking. I sigh and bend quickly to retrieve the shirt I had dropped in my surprise, I look at it and then quickly scan the room. Well that's one down and hundreds more to go.
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I undo the buttons and then slide the jacket of quickly. This suit was becoming unbearably hot and I was all sweaty from bending down so long, and since it was so stiff it was starting to hinder me folding clothes. I throw it down next to the ripped trousers and take a short break by sitting down among the pile of clothes. I look and my watch quickly and then grunt, all this work and it was just half and hour, I glance next to me, I had managed to do three high piles and had folded them all neatly and stacked them. I feel proud of myself, if this carries on I'll probably get it all done even before the guest arrives. I fall backwards and lay there on the floor, but before I even attempted the rest of the clothes I was going to enjoy some silence and rest my over tired body. I open my eyes and spot the comfy chair that tripped me earlier right behind me, hmmm...
I sit up and stand before turning to walk over to it. Since I did so much why lie on the floor when I can sit on something so comfy.
I plop down on the chair my back resting against the back as sink in to the soft fabric. It was as I was trying to sit back a bit that I felt something pointy poke my back. I sit out a bit and look behind me, and there wedged in between the cushion and the back was something small and black. I pull it out and realise it's a little black book...with the initials 'S.U' on it. I pause, I didn't need to be a rocket scientist to work out this belonged to Sasuke, and since it wasn't there when I fell into the chair this meant it fell out of Sasuke during the little 'hair debate' scene. I find my mouth curling into my own evil grin, I grip the little book tightly between my hands, this is it! This could only mean that this little booklet was so important that Sasuke had to carry it around with him! It's possible it's even his personal diary...think of all the possibilities I could even try and find some of his hidden secrets!
I frown, but if I was to look through this I'd be invading his personal space. I couldn't do that, Sasuke's not enough of a bastard for me to do something this terrible. I pop the book back quickly in-between the cushions and stand up ready to walk away. But I stop and then turn back to face the chair...that being said I just can't fight the temptation of reading it. I step back to the chair wearily. Hmmm, maybe I need to think of something motivational enough for me to do this without a guilty heart. I close my eyes and work up the memories of the past few days and dig up the first bad thought. I unwillingly land on this morning, which would be...the kiss. I open my eyes, that was enough to get me started. I grab the book up quickly and smile.
"I can't let my first kiss go to waste I'll just think of you as payback." I sit back and make myself comfortable before I open the cover and begin to read.
Hmmm...page one, routine for day 1, that's a weird title...
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YaY, done!! My longest chapter yet...if anyone doesn't like long chapters please fell free to tell me, because if you don't I'll just end up writing and it'll just never end. Oh and before I forget I'm going away on a holiday so I'll be back on the first of January so you'll all have to wait for at least a month or so before the next chapter comes out, sorry...--.
And also to those who feel my writing or story can be improved please to comment on it, or I'll never know if I've got something wrong or not.