Disclaimer: Get off your last arse and look at the one last chapter.
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Good news.
Naruto isn't ignoring me any more.
Nope, now we've progressed into full, all out obvious contempt.
Hoorah.
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Well, I was pretty shaken up after being ignored for a week. Because, really, when have I ever been ignored? Not counting my dear brother Itachi, of course. He couldn't care less what happened to me, that bastard. STILL GOING TO KILL YOU!! Ah…I'm getting off subject, aren't I? So…where was I? Oh, yeah. Naruto.
Naruto.
NARUTO.
The idiot had been denying my very existence for a week, right? That in itself was weird. The being ignored thing, I mean. Usually I'm smothered with attention. But without Naruto's half-brained insults, it felt like the whole world had put me on its hit list, you know? Probably not. I'm not even sure what I mean. Whatever.
So, I was being ignored. And Naruto was the ignorer. Is ignorer even a word? I'll have to look that up later…Expand my vocabulary, you know? ...Right. Off subject. Again. Ever since that whole Orochimaru thing, I do that a lot. Sorry. But, um…yeah. Naruto was the one ignoring me. Now, let me say one thing here, just to make sure you realize how abnormal this is. Naruto wears an orange jumpsuit. Naruto screams and shouts and runs around in circles. Naruto plays loud, obvious, and obnoxious pranks. He is the worst shinobi I've ever met. And, yet, somehow the best. But, as far as I know, he has never ignored anybody.
Hell, from what I've heard, the whole three years I was in Otokagure, he wouldn't even shut up about me! "I'm gonna save Sasuke, dattebayo!" "He's going to come back, you'll see!" "Psh, there's no way I'll let that bastard one-up me!" I mean, hello! I tried to kill you, you idiot! Why would you even want to see me, never mind rescue me?!? Oh, and, apparently, after I tried to kill him again, it became even worse. Sakura says its like the dobe had some weird virus that made him obsess over me. Of course, when I came back to Konoha (That's right, came back! That idiot was off in Suna when I came home! Looser…), he denied this. Still does, as a matter of fact. Aaaaand, I'm getting off topic again.
Right, so far we've established that it is nearly impossible for Naruto to ignore someone. Yet he was ignoring me, and I still have no idea why. Well, that was about to change. And, damn, I wish I could rewind time and have him ignore me again.
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So, there I was. Just walking to the laundromat so I could do my laundry. Why the Uchiha compound has no washing machines, I'll never know, but it doesn't. So, I have a mountain of dirty clothes. This wasn't a problem, really. I am a shinobi, after all. I'm trained to have perfect balance. I was fine. Walking along the street, wondering how much that damn man at the counter was going to stare at me this time. I should've done laundry about a week before, but I was distracted, so I didn't. Mistake number one.
I'd decided to try and wash everything from the past two weeks in one trip. Mistake number two.
I wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings, because I was too busy thinking of that idiot of mine. Mistake number three.
I failed to recognize said idiot's chakra signature getting stronger as we got closer. Mistake number four.
And, finally, when we did come into each other's sight, I ignored the look of malice that flashed across his features as he talked to Shikamaru and that Suna wench. Mistake number five.
A few seconds later, I found myself flying through the air, my dirty laundry going everywhere. As I landed flat on my face, with my fucking clothes falling all over the street, I heard something. Laughter. Incredulous, I sat up and turned around to look at the perpetrator, warming up the Death Glare of Doom ®.
It was Naruto And he was laughing at me! But not even his normal, carefree laugh. Nope, this laugh was higher, sharper, and colder. For one brief second, I felt a tiny flicker of warmth, because he was at least recognizing my existence. That was gone in an instant, though, as I realized this new laugh reminded me of someone.
Orochimaru
Trying my best not to run off screaming and/or wet my pants, I got up and faced Naruto, aiming the Death Glare of Doom ® in his direction. The laughter faded away (But by now, everyone else had joined in, and they didn't stop), and I thought my gaze had weakened his inferior mind. Then he just sneered at me, and said, "Hope you had a nice trip, Sasuke, see you next fall." He really does need to work on his witty insults.
The worst thing, though? I started to blush. I was like, 'What the hell! I don't blush!' But, apparently, I do. At least, that's what the warm feeling crawling up my neck and spreading across my checks was saying. And the increased volume of laughter around me. And the widening smirk on Naruto's whiskered cheeks. Oh. My. God! I was blushing!!
Then, in a scene oddly familiar to one that occurred a week ago, Naruto turned his back on me. He gestured to Shikamaru and the kunoichi, and the three of them began to walk away. Once again, I was left looking like an idiot in the middle of a circle of onlookers, my mouth flapping ridiculously. Before he turned the corner, though, Naruto said, "Get that together, come back and see me." He didn't even look at me.
But, he had invited me to see him? That's good, right? Unless he's planning some new form of ridicule. Hm…I'll make sure to bring lots of kunai when I go to his house. And shuriken. Oh, and I can't forget the exploding tags. Or the senbon. I should probably make a list…Once again, off subject. I'll finish the story of this delightful Wednesday morning.
I finally regained my senses, and I began picking up my clothes from their positions all over the street. Let me tell you, they somehow managed to get to each end of the block, in every weird place imaginable. I had just managed to tug a pair of boxers out from under a sleeping baby when my Shinobi Senses started tingling. All too familiar with this particular type of danger, I began picking up my assorted garments at a speed of which Rock Lee would be jealous. Unfortunately, I wasn't fast enough.
I heard them before I saw them. Loud shrieks and shouts and screams, saying the oddest things you could imagine. I spotted them turning the corner a second later, a blur of pink and baby blue and other pastel colours. The fangirls had arrived.
Needless to say, I never got my laundry done.
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Its been five days since then. Five days I've spent curled up in bed, repeating comforting words to myself, trying to soothe my poor, poor, brain. God, the mental images those animals produce! I hate them more than I hate Itachi, I swear! Well, maybe not that much. But it's a close call.
I still haven't gathered the courage to go see Naruto.
I still haven't figured out what I did wrong in the first place.
I still haven't got all the lipstick off my face.
I'm beginning to gather my courage, though.
I'm beginning to understand that maybe it isn't all my fault.
I'm beginning to look through Itachi's old magazines. (They have some great tips for removing makeup)
I'm really beginning to wish I stayed a missing-nin.
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(A/N: Well, there's Chapter 2. This is pretty much the third line of the song. Same song as last chapter, so don't ask.
That's it for now.
Bye.