Alright, not much to say except THANK YOU FOR THE LOVELY REVIEWS THOSE REALLY MAKE MY DAY SOMETIMES...ALL THE TIME! and the next update will be the 25th or the 26th. My little brother went to the ICU today, i dont really know how that will be but i will still write because at the end of the day, bad or good, its sometimes all i really have.

Chapter 15: Planning the Impulse

Usually impulse can bring nothing but grief, but there are times in life where it brings nothing but joy. We must be careful not to contradict our intentions and our actions huh?

There is no going back.

I leaned against Itachi's front door and sighed, or at least what used to be Itachi's front door. The hard surface was calming and I found myself absentmindedly playing with the doormat we had forgotten and spacing out into somewhere far beyond the railings of the upstairs.

I don't understand why, I don't understand. Why did Itachi do what he did? Even for Itachi it was….crazy…pure…insanity. But then again, I can be called crazy to.

I fall in love with an idiot; I met all these out of the world people, I don't know who my friends are or aren't, I….lose something I didn't know I had and I don't even know why.

I can't even begin to understand how I became so immersed in solving what the issues with Naruto were. He was the most annoying person I knew, someone I could have lived my life without ever knowing and gotten through. Why would I care about him back then?

It couldn't be that I liked him then to.

Impossible….this doormat is uncomfortable, and weirdly bulgy. I lifted up my lower half and slid out the doormat from underneath me. What the hell is wrong with this doormat? It's so hea…..wait a second, why would a doormat be this heavy?

I flipped the doormat over and noticed something odd about its back, there was a fold. I reached into the hole feeling something smooth and thick. No way, Itachi you were crazier than anyone I have ever known its official. I pulled out the journal, laughing with disbelief. What the hell Itachi, why in the….what?

I sobered up, remembering that my brother's last thoughts were quite possibly within the pages of this journal. I flipped to the last page written on and began to read.

Things aren't going so well. I owe money to those guys, and they aren't going to wait for that concert tickets to pay off in a week.

Concert tickets? Was Itachi really doing that well? I don't even know his band's name? Who were those guys?

There is no real way to get that kind of money, I already skipped rent and cut down on groceries. All of our parent's money was left to Sasuke; I gave my baby brother my share a long time ago as well. It's all for Sasuke, there is no way that I am going to take it away from him. All I can do is go see Deidara and see if I can work out anything with him. I'll do that tomorrow, and then I will invite Sasuke and his "friend" to the concert. Hopefully with my help, my little brother won't mess up and ruin what he's just began.

Nice, real nice Itachi. I messed up already and you aren't here to help so just whose fault is that? Baby brother, little brother, Sasuke is sufficient you know! I like being called Sasuke…..I guess. And the whole owing money issue, why would you borrow money Itachi?

I sighed, closing my eyes and leaning against the hard surface of the door.

I sank into the darkness of my eyelids.

BEEP! BEEP, BEEP,BEEP! Oh crap, I stuffed my hand in my pocket and pulled out my cell, 20 missed calls already and a dying battery, now that just spells trouble. I called back Kakashi, ignoring the soreness in my body as I stood up.

I heard Kakashi start to answer but cut him off, "Hey, I'm at my old apartment my phone is about to die." , and then of course my phone died. Perfect timing Sasuke, perfect timing as usual. Naruto must have punched me pretty hard; I can hardly move my jaw now without a slight pain running up my cheek. I will get him back for that one day…if I get another day with him.

Kakashi showed up in my car a moment later, at first I didn't recognize it because I forgot that I even had a car. Maybe from now on I will drive to school, run over some stupid fan girls and spend the weekends rinsing their remains off the rims.

"Get in the car." Kakashi called, rolling down the window on the passenger side. I walked toward the door, opened the door, and sat in the seat without a word. All the while wondering just how angry Kakashi might be at me.

It seems as if he was borderline pissed, but also somewhat understanding, in a weird Kakashi way.

"Naruto told me everything." Kakashi said, pulling back onto the road, it seemed as if I hadn't heard anything at all. In fact, I was expecting it almost, because Kakashi has a way of finding out everything. "So, you freaked out didn't you?"

"Maybe just a little bit." I replied, leaning on the window. It was cold, the sun was going down, just how long was I sleeping outside.

"Both of you are my responsibility, technically. Itachi left me to you, and Iruka is put in charge of taking care of Naruto while Tsunade is at work at the hospital that she almost never leaves." He said, as rain started to hit the window shield, figures it would rain. "So naturally, I know everything there is to know about you because I am responsible for you."

I didn't reply, where was he going with this? I watched as his hand disappeared into a compartment of the center console and reappeared with a stack of pictures. He tossed them in my lap without saying another word and then focused on driving.

The first picture was me covered in the dressing of Naruto's salad just a few nights go, with Naruto in very much the same state. We looked angry, but we really weren't and you could tell because he wasn't pinning me to the floor and I wasn't punching him in the head.

The next picture was much more revealing; it was me and him walking through the crowd at Shikamaru's birthday party, my hand was clutching Naruto's wrist and I could make out the slight show of a smile on Naruto's features. Then another one of me and Naruto playing the game together, Naruto was looking right at me and my stupid smiling face without paying attention to the game at all.

But the next picture, the next picture was much more….infuriating. It was of me and Naruto…kissing in my bed earlier that day. It was a good memory, but all we did was fight after words. Then another one before that of us sleeping, showing our content with laying together chest to chest.

There were more pictures of what seemed to be fleeting moments in my life, even the one of me wearing all that ridiculous clothing while cleaning Naruto's bathroom. Naruto must have sent it to Kakashi, that jerk.

"How in the word did you get these?" I asked, holding the pictures firmly in my lap and shooting Kakashi my best glare.

"Well, I have my ways. Stalking mostly, but I'm good at that ask Iruka." Kakashi replied, sounding triumphant , "Tell me what you see when you look at Naruto, and tell me what you see when you are looking at him looking at you."

"What?" What the hell was that supposed to mean?

"Look at the one of you playing the game together again; I picked that one specifically for you." Kakashi said, pointing to the pictures as I flipped through before finding the exact one. "Look at him."

I did look at him, he looked happy and peaceful. We had been fighting that day but he seemed perfectly content with gazing at me. I remember that game, because he lost and I wondered why he had suddenly seemed to give up. He didn't give up, he just….

"Naruto likes you, idiot. I can call you that, you earned it." Kakashi said, he was smiling away as we pulled up in the driveway of Iruka, and well I guess our house. "Talk to him properly."

Then he got out leaving me to sit in a car and wonder how I could have missed something that was plainly right in front of my face. After a firm hour of nagging from Iruka and a sentence of one week's grounding was passed on me by Kakashi, I went to my room and dialed the first person who popped into my head.

"Are you calling about fixing the whole, idiot number two being in love with you, but you being idiot number two fucked everything up without realizing it but now you do problem?" said the drawn out, tired sounding lazy voice on the other end.

"Yeah I guess Shikamaru." I half growled into the phone. I know what I did was stupid, but give a guy a break every once in a while!

"Alright. Temari!" I could hear a female voice nearby, then the faint sound of a light argument; you have got to be kidding me.

Finally the phone was passed on to Temari, "Alright listen to me, Naruto is very pissed so be careful, but all you really need to do is go to Naruto's house and knock on his door. Don't say anything that you said earlier, and tell him how you feel."

"But…what do I do? What do I say?"

"Listen here idiot number two, love can't be planned. It's something you just have to throw yourself into, even if you get hurt.'' Temari said, I could see her sitting on the couch in Shikamaru's living room, swatting away Shikamaru's hands as he absentmindedly poked her in the stomach while laying his head in her lap. Well actually, I could hear it. "Shikamaru! If you do that again I will push you off!"

"Thanks, bye." I sighed into the phone before ending the call with possibly the oddest couple I have ever witnessed, but if I and Naruto could be together like them. I think I would like that. Getting Naruto will be tough but possible, that leaves only one problem.

Was Itachi's death really an accident?