Summary: Should anyone ever look up the word paragon in the dictionary, they'd find a definition similar to: a model of perfection. Right next to that particular definition, they would also undoubtedly find a picture of Sasuke Uchiha. NaruSasu
Warnings: NaruSasu (a kind of flipped KibaSasu, too), which means yaoi. If you don't like it, then do us all a favor and die. Other than that, the same warnings apply.
A/N: I don't have much to say except that it's 11:32, I'm exhausted, and I'm sorry if my spelling sucks.
Paragon
Chapter Two
Author: Alley-Oop
I'm surprisingly dreading art today, which is so out of the norm that I'm nearly scared. Maybe it was my fantastic dream, or the reaction that that fantastic dream roused from me, but I'm not sure.
However, I'm about to figure out that there's always a lower post to be knocked down to as Sakura comes skipping up to my locker, sing-songing, "Guess what I found out…" to me at the top of her annoying, squeaky voice that makes me want to shoot myself in the foot.
"What?" I finally snarl at her.
"I heard that you finally came out of the closet," she says, trying to gauge my reaction with her emerald eyes that are gleaming with the glossy coat that they get when she's been gossiping.
For a moment, I panic, but I choke it down before Sakura can tell. "What are you talking about?" I ask, grabbing my literature book and slamming my maroon locker closed.
"You know, that you admitted to Kiba that you're… gay." She lowers her voice on the last word, as if it were taboo to say it or something, and looks around.
"Well, Guess what? Kiba's a liar, so forget about it."
"And he said that you have a crush on Sasuke." If Sakura weren't the principal's daughter, she would be unconscious right now. But, once again, I push down my initial reactions, covering them with a thick layer of normal-ness.
"Yeah, right. I've never even talked to Sasuke before."
"That's not what Kiba said. He said you two were really getting along yesterday in fourth block." Does Sakura not understand the thin line that she treads? I clench my fists, exhibiting the ultimate of self-control.
"Yesterday in fourth block we were partners for a project," I answer simply.
"But you just said you've never talked to him before," Sakura says, looking smug about catching me in a lie. Although I never actually lied to begin with. She just wishes.
"Art projects don't count."
"Uh-huh. Sure. Whatever you say, Naruto."
"I need to get to class."
By the time art rolls around, I'm ready to just fucking hang myself. I've heard so many comments about this new rumor today that I just want to die. Even though it's all true. I'm dreading seeing Kiba, because I know that I'll probably do something that I regret, but there's no way around it. I have to go and spend the whole last hour and a half of my torture with Sasuke and Kiba.
Before I go, however, I decide to stop at the restroom, just to escape. When I walk in, though, I'm surprised to hear two people yelling at each other.
"Do you know how fucking stupid you are?"
"Do you know how hot you are when you're mad?"
"What's wrong with you?"
I'm able to figure out the voices now, and my blood runs cold as my heart clenches painfully in anticipation.
"Sasuke, it was just for fun."
"I don't fucking care. You don't even know what you've done!"
"Sasuke-kun…"
"Kiba, don't."
"Come on…"
I hear footsteps, but I can't tell who's moving. My curiosity is too much to take, so I peek around the corner just in time to see Kiba pin Sasuke to the wall. My insides twist into knots, but I watch on.
"You have to admit that you miss those days, don't you?" I hear Kiba say, his voice smooth as cream. An icy clamp befalls my heart.
"Maybe," Sasuke says, straining against Kiba's hold. It's obvious that a physical fight is not his intention, but Kiba's pressed against him so tightly that nothing but a swift punch to the jaw will get him off. That is, if Sasuke could get his hands free from Kiba's iron grip. I'm starting to feel sick.
"Come on, admit it. You like it." Kiba licks the lobe of Sasuke's ear, and the Uchiha shudders away.
"I liked it before you turned into an evil, malicious, manipulative bastard."
"And when was that?"
"Too far back to recall."
"It was fun, Sasuke. Don't you remember?" Kiba tries again, one of his knees lifting to press against Sasuke's groin.
"Stop. I'm not interested," Sasuke growls, making me feel a bit relieved.
"You're still so stubborn," Kiba says, his mouth close to Sasuke's neck. "It was always a turn-on, trying to get you to cave in. You didn't beg very often…"
"And you're still a dumbass. Now, get off of me, Kiba."
Kiba backs away, and the iron grasp on my stomach loosens a bit.
"It's the blonde, isn't it? Naruto? You wouldn't be acting like this if it weren't for him." My breath hitches in my throat.
"Quit being absurd."
"Well, you do like him, don't you?"
"Kiba-"
Kiba isn't giving Sasuke any room to say or do anything. He's utterly in control of this whole situation, and it's obvious.
"Fine, but would you let him do this?"
In one fluid motion, he's got Sasuke against the wall again, only this time his lips are against Sasuke's. Sasuke is wide-eyed, surprised, and I can tell that he's fighting a battle with himself. Should he kiss back? Should he fight? Would it make any difference? He wriggles against Kiba's body, and Kiba must take it wrong, because he presses himself flush up against Sasuke, who looks ready to puke.
Sasuke gasps when one of Kiba's hands finds it way down to the waist of his shorts. Kiba takes the opportunity to invade Sasuke's mouth, and I feel like I might be sick myself. Sasuke's eyes flick about frantically, looking for an escape route. I try to look away, to turn so I won't be caught, but I can't, and Sasuke's eyes meet mine. Their dark depths plead with me- beg me- to intervene somehow. My gut suddenly clenches, and I feel vomit rise in my throat. Stumbling into one of the stalls, I puke once, twice, and then come back out. Kiba and Sasuke are on opposite sides of the restroom now, and I can't say that I'm disappointed.
"Sorry to interrupt," I say, then make my way to the sink, where I splash water on my face.
"You didn't interrupt anything," Sasuke says, although he's still breathing heavily and his clothes are disheveled from Kiba's rough treatment. "But you should go to the nurse. I'll come with you. Go tell the teacher where we are before he marks us all tardy, Kiba."
I have never heard anyone say someone's name with such intense venom. I've never thought it possible to convey so much hate in one word before, either. But Kiba smiles nonetheless and trots away looking as if he owned the world.
When we're finally to the nurse's office, Sasuke pulls me aside outside the door.
"Naruto, I'm sorry about-"
As much as I would love to hear his apology, I'm feeling bad enough as it is, and I don't need to be reminded of what I just saw.
"Sasuke, look. Your personal life is none of my business. You don't have to apologize," I tell him. Honestly, I don't want him to feel bad on my behalf. It's not like he wanted any of that to happen in the first place.
He almost gives me a half-smile at that, but then he's serious again.
"Please, just let me finish. I'm sorry that you had to hear all of that, but you can't believe anything that Kiba tells you."
"I figured that out the hard way."
"Thank you, Naruto," Sasuke says, giving me a small, genuine smile.
"You're welcome."
I reach for the door again, but stop when I hear, "Um… Naruto?"
"Huh?"
"Could you… not tell anyone about…? Well, could you not tell anybody that I'm…? You know…?"
I actually surprise myself with a loud laugh, which comes out more like a bark than anything. "Yeah, sure thing."
"I owe you one," Sasuke says.
"Two," I correct.
"Two?" He lifts his dazzling eyebrows at me in question.
"One for saving you from Kiba, the other for keeping your secret."
Sasuke smirks. "Fine. I owe you two."
