1Author's Note: EEE, I think I'm gonna type in first person from now on. From Aleu's perspective, of course. /Author's Note
12:48
"Damn... loud..." I managed through my drowsiness, the ice cruncher thingy on the fridge door loud as thunder. I didn't think that I might be disturbing others with the racket, what with it being one o'clock in the morning and all.
I was too thirsty, too tired, and too much of a Toumoku to care.
I switched spouts, the ice cracking as water flooded over it.
Once my glass was full, I took a large gulp and spun around, now ready to crawl under my cool, clean sheets and fall asleep.
However, I didn't get far. At the largest couch in the living room, Naruto appeared out of no where and dragged me onto the ground. "What the hell-, Naruto!?" I whispered-yelled, trying to unlatch his arms from my waste. The rest of my water was seeping into the carpet. That boy was damn lucky water's clear.
Lethargy setting into my tired limbs, I tried desperately to no avail to free myself of him. The blonde was like static cling.
Just then I noticed that the dope was asleep. What an idiot.
"Mm, warm," he muttered, snuggling into me.
Disgusted, I scowled and bit his arm.
"Ouchy," he exclaimed, letting go of me at last and sitting up, fully awake.
"Ouchy?" I smirked, crossing my arms.
It was his turn to scowl. "What the hell are you doing, biting me?"
"Self defense. You were mauling me,"
Suddenly, Naruto was blushing, probably realizing that I was what was so warm.
"Oh,"
"What're you doing down here?"
"... I don't know,"
"... idiot,"
He sat there, staring at me. I frowned. So, wasn't he going to get up and go back upstairs? I highly doubted he and Hinata got in a fight. She wasn't exactly the confrontational type, especially with Naruto. So there was no reason for him to not want to return to his room.
"Get off the floor,"
"Why?"
"You'll, catch a cold, or something..."
I scowled as I noticed a smirk on his dopey face.
"You care?"
"The hell I do. I'm not cleaning up your snot,"
He stood and stretched, pushing his palms up toward the ceiling.
"Aren't you going to get up?"
I blushed.
"I was waiting for you to..." I murmured, getting up. Boy, was this kid annoying. Only another twenty-fucking-six days left in this hell hole.
"Why're you down here? Can't sleep?"
"I was thirsty,"
"Hm,"
Like he didn't believe me or something. What. The hell. I watched him slide back onto the couch, burying his head into one of the pillows. I stuck out my tongue in disgust. There'd be drool all over that come morning.
"You should... sleep... down, down here... comfy, and... stuff,"
"Warm?"
I smirked slightly. He rolled his head enough to face me with one eye and half a sleepy smile. I had to admit, he was cute, in an adorable four year old way. You know, the way that's so damn sickeningly annoying, you just want to throw up? Yeah.
"Room for you,"
That caught me off guard.
"No thanks," I growled, forgetting the glass and hopping up the stairs.
Before I was gone, I heard a small giggle.
What a freak.