Chapter 5: Catalyst (part 2)

Sakura sat wide-eyed like a deer in headlights. She felt as if she was about to faint. Looking down at her fidgeting hands, she began to run the fabric of the napkin on her lap through her fingers. Sakura steered her eyes towards the boy sitting across from her, his own eyes glued to her face as if he was studying her features intimately. But Sakura's mind was still running overtime.

She couldn't believe she was actually out on a date with Sasuke. Right now. At a nice restaurant. With him looking as if he was about to eat her face.

Inner Sakura was ecstatic, while outer Sakura wondered why someone who had basically said he'd never bother with her would ask her out on a date.

An actual date.

"Sakura."

She snapped out of her thoughts with a light shake of the head and readjusted her eyes to Sasuke. She stuttered, trying to regain her composure.

"O-oh, that's right... y-you had a favor to ask?"

Sakura's lips curled into a nervous, lopsided smile. She had always thought she'd be bursting with happiness on her first date with the boy she obsessed with for so long. But somehow, it just seemed a little... strange.

Sasuke narrowed his eyes, taking in Sakura's entirety.

"...Later. Just talk to me."

Sakura scratched the base of her hairline. "But Sasuke, normally you hate it whe-"

"Just do it."

She let out a breath in a small huff then smiled once more. But this time, it wasn't unsure, but genuine and warm.

The conversation had went on for a little over an hour, with Sakura chatting rather animatedly to Sasuke about this, that, and the other thing. Sasuke sounded himself at minimal points to 'mhm' and nod, and maybe adding in a one or two word interjection. She grew more fluent in her speech, her uneasiness first coming through her voice, until it became cheerful sounding and her hand movements accented the adjectives.

Their plates had long been cleared and Sasuke was on his second glass of Merlot. He leaned forward on his chin, half thinking to himself and half listening to the girl in front of him.

"-as so much fun, Sasuke! Naruto had actually been the lea..."

Her airy voice drifted away as the mention of Naruto had made visions of the blonde in Sasuke's head. He thought absentmindedly about his friend and cringed slightly when he burped up a rather strange taste. He dismissed it, his thoughts trailing again to his comrade. His intestines jumped into his lungs, and that incredibly weightless feeling entered his chest.

Look at Sakura, damnit! Look at her!

Sasuke looked up at her, her mouth slowing her words as she took on a look of concern. He groped at his stomach, oddly wanting these feelings to continue. Bewildered and a little scared, Sakura hurriedly ushered over the waiter to get the check.

"Sakura... I'm fine."

Sasuke looked her over gently, taking the paper from the waiter's hand and skimming it over. Satisfied, he threw money on the table with a luscious tip. Nodding to the waiter who was thanking him graciously, he took Sakura by the arm and tugged her out of her chair.

"Come here."

The words sounded like a command to Sakura's ears, and she quickly realized that Sasuke was becoming annoyed. Fear struck her chest, she had thought things were going along swimmingly.

He pulled her to a stop around the side of the building, teeth grinding together impatiently.

"S-Sasuke, I... I'm sorry if I-"

"Be quiet."

Her teeth made a soft 'click' sound as she closed her mouth and obeyed Sasuke's words.

"Now, a favor. You agreed you'd do something for me."

Sakura nodded quickly, afraid to speak. She didn't want to get snapped at again.

He looked at her with a deadly glint in his eye, gripping both of Sakura's biceps tightly. He saw her face go pale, slightly squirming in his grip. Sasuke knew she was afraid he was going to beat her senseless. Sakura held her breath, as Sasuke did the opposite and let his breath out in a hard sigh. His hands gripped her tighter.

Oh God, he's going to murder me! Please, let this be quick and painless...

I'm sorry, Sakura. But I need to know something...

As the last of their thoughts played out, Sasuke dipped his head down, parting his lips and softly covering her lips with his own. He pushed her into the brick wall of the restaurant, capturing and recapturing her mouth.

He felt Sakura intake breath sharply from her nose, not knowing what the hell was going on right now. She squeaked when he squeezed her arm a few times, willing her to respond to him.

Damnit, Sakura! Just kiss me back!

He realized it immediately when she shyly responded, and Sasuke took this opportunity to work his tongue into her mouth. Sasuke mentally regarded his stomach, waiting for it to come.

They kissed with fervor for a few minutes, but Sakura didn't realize that her partner was becoming more and more irritated. She did realize it, however, when her arms started to lose feeling. He felt her shake her arms in frustration, and he immediately let go and released her mouth as well. Sasuke looked into Sakura's eyes with heat, regarding his stomach with anger.

"I'm sorry." he said with breathy words, trying to mask his angry feelings. He felt the warm air come from her mouth from panting. She quirked an eyebrow at him.

"...Thanks for the favor."

Sasuke grunted in annoyance and turned away from her, walking home at a brisk pace, then picking up to a run as he neared his home.

Sakura sat wide-eyed like a deer in headlights. She felt as if she was about to faint. She shuffled her feet against the sidewalk, leaning back to rest her head on the cool bricks. Sakura sobbed silently, blaming herself over and over that she had brought this upon herself. Fuck, she couldn't even hold it against him! He did ask for a favor, after all.

Inwardly, she cursed herself.

"Thanks for the favor."

Sasuke Uchiha never liked Sakura. Hell, he never liked anybody in his fanclub, either. There was not one woman on the planet that he could say he ever felt a connection with other than annoyance.

Which is why he had to test himself.

A very, very small part of him kind of felt bad for what he did, but hey, he warned her and she agreed. He didn't even want to kiss her, which should have been the best sign, but he went ahead and did it anyway. Part of it felt good, battling tongues with someone who he knew got wet every time he was around. Well, evilly good. Besides that slight mental stimulation, he felt nothing. He waited and waited and forced himself to french someone who he wasn't even attracted to, only to have no results.

He thought maybe since she was a woman, and things like that normally get men horny, he could figure at least a little bit of himself out.

"Shit!!" A chair got thrown mercilessly into a table.

"Motherfucker!" Bye-bye telephone, smash goes the television.

"URRRRRRRRRRG!" That poor, poor window.

Sasuke clenched him stomach as hard as he could, digging his nails into his flesh. Not one goddamn feeling!

"Jesus Christ! What the fuck is wrong with me?!" He paused to bang his head against the bathroom door. He entered to look at himself in the mirror, characteristically studying himself. Slamming his hands onto the side of the sink and boring his eyes into the reflection of himself, he continued his one-sided conversation.

"Look at yourself, Sasuke! Okay, you're not sick", a hand went to his forehead, "no fever, and nothing out of the ordinary has happened in your dull, dreary life. Think asshole, think!"

Then, he put two and two together.

And his mirror went to pieces.

"Okay okay, think about girls, Sasuke. Naked women. Big tits. Nice asses. Lesbians."

He closed his eyes and jumped up and down, pacing with large steps around his living room. He pictured all the porn he had ever watched in his life.

…but he never had watched porn in his life.

Sasuke slapped himself in the face, but still no boner.

"Sakura! Yes, you made out with Sakura. That's sexy, isn't it?!"

He looked down at his penis, expectantly. There goes the coffee table.

Calming down, albeit only a little bit, Sasuke took a seat on his leather couch. He simmered there for about half an hour, then decided to close his eyes. Letting his mind wander, he thought more in-depth about his date with Sakura today. He started from the beginning, then his mind decided to skip a few scenes to when he had started to think about Naruto. Sasuke scratched his head, letting a small 'hmm' pass his lips. He thought about how caring his blonde friend had been earlier, but then his mind decided to take its own course. Things started popping into Sasuke's head that he remembered vaguely, the things that had embarrassed him greatly. He thought about how he had pushed Naruto into the carpet, how he had commented on Sasuke touching himself...

Sasuke felt sick, again. As he leaned over to comfort his angry stomach, his eyes caught something he didn't even realize.

A giant, bulging erection.

A horrible scream left his mouth, and he found himself running around the house frantically, as if searching for some kind of cure.

"I can't be gay, no fucking way that can happen... Naruto...?" He muttered to himself, panting heavily as he eyed his groin with such an evil eye he was surprised it didn't run away scared. Right when he was contemplating, er... relieving himself, he faintly heard the door creak and a few footsteps enter his house.

"Helloooooo? Sasuke? The door was open, so I let myself in! ... Anybody home?"

Oh my God. Not Naruto. Not NOW.

Sasuke stood behind the island in the middle of his kitchen, leaning his hands against the marble counter. He wasn't moving from the spot, not when he had his friend all ready to give Naruto a horny hello. Thank the Lord for modern housing.

"Naruto." He cleared his throat when his voice cracked.

"There you are, asswipe! I came to visit to see if you already had your fill of souls and could spare my pathetic one."

"Ha ha. Very funny. What do you want?" Seriously, hurry up so you can get out!

Naruto walked towards him, sidestepping around the island to give Sasuke his usual pat on the back 'hello'. He slung a loose arm around the brunette's shoulder, unaware of Sasuke inching away from him almost instantly.

Don't come any closer!

"Naruto, don't touch me. I'm... I'm sick. I'm not feeling too well."

Naruto pulled his arm away from Sasuke, moving to the other side of the island, unaware of his friend's silent cheering.

"Sheesh, you could have told me earlier! No wonder you're so damn crabby."

Sasuke snuck a look down at his crotch. Yup, still there.

"Want medicine or something?"

Aaaand getting harder. "No! I'm fine, I just need sleep."

A shrug. "Well, okay. If you-"

"Thanks, now go away."

With lightning speed, Sasuke darted out from behind the counter and spun Naruto around, pushing him out the door and sending him flying into the street. Mumbling a 'see you later', he slammed the door, leaving Naruto to shake his head and wonder what the hell just happened.

He ran full speed up to his room, and from his window, he could hear Naruto yelling about how much of a bastard Sasuke really is.

AN: If I don't get enough reviews for this chapter, I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to continue this. It's hard for me to write if I don't think people are reading/actually like the story. So, please comment if you like it! Much appreciated:3