"Naruto...!"
What's that? Who, what, where, why, and when?! HOW?!
"Naruto!!"
"Ugh... Naruto's not in right now, please leave a message after the beep."
I say, reaching up and rubbing my temples. My head is killing me! Oh, god... Why is my brain pounding to be let out of my skull?
"Naruto, you don't even have an answering machine."
"I dunno, I think I saw one over there under all those papers..."
"Thank god! I was afraid you had a concussion or something!"
"I do, so be quieter."
I say quietly, and force my eyes open. Oh, the light! It blinds me! Ah! Sasuke is above me, looking down worriedly. Behind him are Kiba and Gaara. No wait... They're just standing up, and Sasuke is sitting down.
"Oh, hey guys."
They wave, trying to be silent. I sit up slowly, and look around; it appears we're all at my house.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
Sasuke asks, fussing over me.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I just have a killer headache."
I get up and go to the kitchen to get an Advil or something. When I get back they're all standing around looking awkward, and Gaara's trying to hide behind Kiba.
"Video games, anyone?"
I offer. They all look relieved at the break in the silence, and Kiba turns on the TV. Before long we're all bunched around it, frantically pushing buttons as three of us try to avoid getting killed by Gaara. Sasuke seems to be holding out pretty good, but his character has high defence points, and mine has stamina. I think I'm gonna die soon. Kiba's just hiding in a corner of the screen; I think Gaara's planning on taking him out last.
Eventually Gaara gets his phone call, and Kiba and him have to go. I wave goodbye from the door, and then turn to see Sasuke looking me up and down.
"Hey! Stop that!"
I say, closing the door and trying to hide behind the nearest table without looking like I am. He walks over and takes my arm, then pulls me back over to the couch. I don't even have time to fidget nervously before he's knocked me over, and straddles me.
"Let's have some fun, Naruto."
He whispers into my ear. I try to push him off, but then I remember I'd already said yes. I give him a doubtful look, but he grins and slips his cold hand up my shirt. I gasp at the temperature difference, but I can't say anything because he's kissing me passionately. Right then I give myself up. No more pretending and no more resisting what I want. I flip us around so I'm on top, and run my fingers through his silky black hair.
"Fine, you've got me."
"And it's about time."
He says, tugging at my pants with an evil grin.