You are one of God's mistakes
U p T h a t H i l l
The entrance hall was simple. Marble stairs, marble floor – everything was in marble or dark wood and golden-coloured. Sasuke didn't mind, it reminded him of his old home here in Otogakure.
"Hello, everybody! My name is…"
Sasuke merely glanced at the young woman that entered the hall in high heels and a pretty, dark dress. Kiba and some other boy soon engaged in a silly game, trying to make the other laugh first while doing stupid faces.
Sasuke ignored them, his eyes roaming over the students until he found the one he was searching for.
Hyuuga Hinata was standing next to Sakura, whom was text messaging on her cell phone boredly. Hinata was standing on her tiptoes to see over the students in front of her, not because she was short, no, but because the girls in front of her were all wearing high heeled shoes.
The group started moving, and Sasuke found himself using his feet to follow them.
It wasn't until they were walking up the marble stairs that Sasuke noticed two perfect legs a few steps a head. His eyes followed the pale legs up to a dark blue skirt, which covered a perfectly apple-shaped butt. He could have drooled, but that wasn't his thing.
Instead he let himself stare discreetly at the lean legs, wondering who the owner of the perfect flesh was. It had to be Hinata. He hadn't looked at her clothes today, but he knew that she was probably the only girl that would ever wear such a dark skirt. He eyed the shoes, noting that they were black pumps with only an inch high heel.
He knew he would have to talk to the Hyuuga heiress in order to ask her out, but he couldn't very well ask her after having been rejected so abruptly – in a corridor, at that. He would have to show her how charming he could be. Whoever had caught her interest before would fade in his presence; he would make sure of that.
He forced himself to stop staring at the perfect legs and butt as they reached the second floor. He didn't recognise anything, because the museums were updated every once in awhile.
The tour was boring.
When he had been there with his brother, it had been interesting and exciting. Now all he wanted to do was escape. It was cold, and all the dark hairs on his arms were standing because of said coldness. He should have brought a sweatshirt of some form; he should have remembered that museums are often cold. Like churches – cold and too big.
He looked around for Kiba, wondering if the brunet wanted to sneak out of this place while the teachers tried to pretend being interested in whatever the guide was talking about. But Kiba seemed to be busy flirting with some girl that Sasuke didn't know the name of.
His dark eyes roamed over the other students, and he stopped looking when he noticed that he wasn't the only one being bored. The blonde clumsy kid – Naruto – was staring at something in the other direction.
Sasuke didn't think. He acted. Itachi said that it was foolish not to think before acting, but Sasuke had never really listened. So he did it again. Acted without thinking, that is.
He slowly and soundlessly made his way closer to the blonde boy. Naruto was dressed in a pair of jeans that only clung to his hips because of the black belt, and the blonde had been smart enough to bring a sweater. Yet he seemed to have this uncomfortable, hesitant pose; as if he indeed was cold like Sasuke.
The Uchiha reached out his hand, and his fingertips brushed over the blue fabric from the sweatshirt. Naruto didn't notice, so Sasuke gripped the fabric in his fingers and yanked a little.
Naruto turned to him, alarmed, the heels of his sneakers screeching against the stone floor. Luckily, the group had started moving again and prevented anyone from hearing the shrill sound Naruto had just made.
Sasuke stared into clear blue eyes. He gave a weak smile before leaning forward and whispering, "let's go somewhere else? This is boring."
Naruto eyed him suspiciously, as if Sasuke was an old man telling him that he had candy in his truck.
After a discreet staring contest – in which no one won – Naruto nodded hesitantly. With a small smirk, Sasuke started walking back towards the stairs. He only checked over his shoulder once to see if Naruto followed, which he did.
They reached the first floor, the entrance. It was empty, and not as cold. The big windows on each side of the big doors let the sunshine inside and it was really warm on some spots. Naruto's eyes never let Sasuke go.
"How about we ditch this and do something else?" Sasuke asked.
They had three hours to do anything they wanted before anyone would get suspicious. Three hours, and all Sasuke could think of was the beautiful legs he had seen earlier.
What he could do to them…How they would be wrapped around his waist…
But before he could get a hard on in the middle of the museum entrance, he turned his attention back to Naruto.
The blonde was chewing on his lower lip, his hands in his pockets and arms pressed against his sides in an uncertain pose. Sasuke wondered if that was the way a six-year-old looked like when going to school the first day.
"Oi!" Sasuke nearly grinned big at the sudden idea he got. Naruto flinched at his a little too harsh tone, but only nodded once to show the Uchiha that he was listening. "Let's go ice skating!"
"Ice skating?" Naruto asked, and Sasuke pretended not to notice the terrified expression on the other boy's face. "But it's spring, Sasuke-san."
Sasuke rolled his eyes. "I know, you moron. Let's go to the rink downtown. Come on." Sasuke walked towards the door, knowing that Naruto would follow because he didn't dare anything else.
It wasn't as warm as Sasuke had thought it was outside; the sun easily fooled you when you were inside. But then again, if he had made it to the museum without a jacket he could certainly manage without if for a little bit longer.
He knew that there would be a bus going to the centrum in seven minutes and fifteen seconds, because that was the way it had always been, and he was sure they hadn't changed it just because he moved a few weeks ago.
They would have to borrow jackets and skates at the rink, and usually that would have bothered him a great deal, because he didn't want to use something that was already used. But this was an exception because he really, really wanted to go ice skating.
He had done that a lot when he lived in Otogakure, because his father had signed him up in Otogakure's ice skating club when he was four years old. Four years old.
"Sasuke-san?"
"Hmm?" Sasuke spun around, walking backwards and looking Naruto over, not bothering to hide his curiosity.
"Why did you help me with Iruka-sensei yesterday?"
Sasuke stopped abruptly. He hadn't thought of the fact that he would actually have to talk to Naruto when he decided to take the blonde with him.
"Well…" He didn't really know the answer himself, but he guessed that he wanted to make it up for the time when he and Kiba had–
Sasuke stopped his thoughts here, not wanting to remember. Even though his father had been proud of him and even though he had upset Itachi, he was still ashamed of his actions against his innocent classmate.
Naruto looked away as fast as Sasuke looked back at him, but the Uchiha didn't mind if Naruto avoided his gaze or not. It didn't bother him at all, because he himself hated eye contact. He didn't want any kind of conflicts or arguments, because he was a coward.
"Do you know how to skate, Naruto?" The thought hit him as soon as he saw how nervous the blonde looked. When Naruto shook his head, Sasuke gave a smirk. It always felt good to be better than someone else was. "Then I'll have to teach you, I guess."
UAUAUA
Itachi was glaring at the professor in front of him, trying to give the old man a heart attack. He wasn't succeeding, because the teacher was busy roaming around on his desk in search for his glasses.
Meanwhile, the students were chattering and babbling about things that were unimportant, like what they were going to do this weekend, who dated who, when the philosophy assignment was supposed to be handed in.
Itachi didn't feel like talking, so he settled with glaring.
"Oi, Uchiha, what are you doing this weekend?"
With the glare still in place, Itachi turned a little in his seat to glare at whoever had spoken to him in such an informal manner. It was that blonde male again, the young man from Iwagakure. He looked pretty good and he wasn't that annoying, but Itachi still hated his guts. He had a feeling that the feeling was mutual.
"That is none of your business," Itachi replied coldly. It really was none of Deidara's business, but the blonde seemed to understand that the Uchiha really had nothing planned. So instead of feeling offended as one probably should, Deidara put on a small smirk.
"Meeting your boyfriend, perhaps?"
"My what?" Itachi repeated, unable to hide his confusion.
Deidara's smug smirk didn't go away, but he was at least nice enough to explain. "Your boyfriend, yeah. Muscular, tall, blue-skinned. You know, the guy I saw you with in Oto?"
Itachi smacked his tongue. "I assure you that Kisame is not my boyfriend."
Deidara shrugged. "Well, if you're not gonna hang out with him; you can always hang with me and the others this weekend. It'll be fun, yeah."
Itachi shook his head. "No, thank you." Even though Itachi had nothing to do (which could be translated to: no blonde to spy on), he didn't want to hang out with Deidara and 'the others'.
He guessed he would just have to hang out with his mother this weekend. Maybe they could go shopping.
UAUAUA
Sasuke put one foot on the ice, and he felt relaxed. It wasn't even a month since he had been on the ice, but still it felt good to be back. He skated about a meter to the right, leaving space for the terrified Naruto to step out on the slippery surface.
When Naruto did nothing to move, Sasuke held out his glove-covered hands to the blonde. He sighed, as if Naruto was being a pain in the ass. But to be honest, Sasuke felt too guilty about his previous behaviour to the blonde to even consider Naruto as an annoyance.
"Come here, Naruto." Sasuke smiled in victory as Naruto reached out his own glove-covered hands. The Uchiha gripped Naruto's hands firmly and watched as Naruto put out one foot on the blank surface. "Good. Now the other foot. If you slip, just cling to me."
And Naruto did just that. He put out his other foot, slipped and not even one second later the blonde was clinging on Sasuke. "Sorry! I'm really sorry!"
"No need to be sorry," Sasuke muttered and then helped Naruto to stand properly. They were alone except for the ice skating class for seven-year-olds that were on the other side of the indoor rink. "Okay, watch me first."
Sasuke carefully let go of Naruto, and he was pleased to see that Naruto didn't fall at all. He felt something stir in his stomach as he showed Naruto how to skate. He always felt that little swirl in his stomach when he knew something no one else did or when he could do something that no one else could.
It was a pleasant feeling, a superior feeling. He guessed that it was like this Itachi always felt, and therefore he always tried to savour those moments.
"Hold onto my hands and try to repeat what I did, okay?" Sasuke took Naruto's hands in his and started to skate backwards, ignoring the gasp Naruto emitted. The blonde looked kind of cute – in a childlike way – with his nose all red and his eyes narrowed in determination as he tried to copy Sasuke's moves.
The Uchiha was glad that Naruto didn't protest or anything, but instead seemed to be very determined to learn how to skate. Sasuke loved attention, and in order to learn, Naruto kept all his attention on Sasuke.
Naruto wasn't a bad student either, Sasuke noticed after almost an hour on the ice. He hadn't tripped on his bum once, but then again he had Sasuke within an arms length all the time. Sasuke was glad that he wasn't dealing with some impatient kid or a talkative idiot in his own age, because, really, Naruto seemed to be the perfect student.
"My feet are going to be sore. These skates weren't very good," Sasuke pointed out as they slowly skated towards the exit. They had changed positions, so that Sasuke was holding onto Naruto's hips from behind. That way Naruto could move easier than before.
When they sat down on the benches to take off their skates, Naruto's eyes travelled elsewhere, to the kids that were intently trying to copy their teacher's movements.
Sasuke slipped into his regular shoes, moving his stiff toes for a few seconds before standing up. He kneeled before Naruto, and the blonde snapped out of his daydreaming. Sasuke untied to laces to Naruto's skates, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud of himself. He had taught someone to skate today, and it felt good. He felt good.
"You did well," he told Naruto. "I'm glad that you came with me."
There was a moment of silence as Sasuke continued to untie the laces. Then he heard Naruto's low voice, "thank you."
Sasuke looked up. The blonde was looking down on him, and the Uchiha had to look away before he started wondering what kind of emotions he had seen in Naruto's beautiful eyes.
"There," Sasuke smirked as he pulled of the skates from Naruto's feet. "Put on your shoes. Your toes will be warm soon."
Naruto obeyed, putting on the white and black sneakers.
To Be Continued
A/N: I'm sorry for the wait, I really am. I haven't proof-read the chapter, so if you see any errors I apologise. I'm already working on the next chapter, so it won't be too long before it's posted. But I'm also beta reading a story by tsubaki Uchiha and struggling with my other stories. Please review – constructive critism much wanted.