Mein Gott! I'm so sorry! It has been forever. I got a concussion so looking at computers was a bitch. Now that I'm a-ok again I will start posting new chapters regularly again. Hope you enjoy
Chapter 12: When the Sidewalks Falls Through
I watched him carefully. Finally dark eyes slid from Neji to me. Impassively he watched as I drew closer.
"Sasuke," I said when I finally reached him, "I need to talk to you."
Luckily my voice came out somewhat normal, not that weak, pussy shit that tends to occur when I get all nervous, sweaty, and fluttery hearted (which really only happens around Sasuke). Now if my heart wasn't galloping at a hundred times a second I might have been more pissed about the look Sasuke was giving me. I can't really describe except for it exuded superiority and bastardnesss, aka a look that fit Sasuke like a glove.
Sasuke swept his gaze over my figure before leveling me with a cold stare. I took in a breath, internally trying to quell the butterflies in my stomach and the growing sense that this would not end well. My heart was thudding so fast and loudly that it was echoing in my ears. "It's just that…I like-er, I mean I'm not sure…what we…are." I finished my struggling sentence lamely. Though the relief at having finally said something, at getting out my bottled up confusion, felt good. Sasuke stared at me blankly, well not blankly-more like coldly with a calculating edge. Goddamn, I can't tell what the hell he's thinking!
Silence stretched on. My heart was slipping slowly downward. Why on earth had I done this? What is he going to say?...Was he going to talk sometime before I turned eighty?!
"Are we like-" I began, definitely not with a slightly frustrated tone because that would have implied I cared a lot….shit, but I do care.
"'We'? We aren't anything dobe." He said coolly, his voice devoid of any inflection.
I opened my mouth to say something but as I went to speak I couldn't think of anything to say. So without saying anything, I slowly closed my mouth again.
"Don't tell me you thought we were dating or something like that?" Sasuke now took on a condescending tone, and a smirk formed on his lips. His eyes were filled with some emotion I couldn't place. I could no longer hear the thudding of my heart. But I suddenly felt kind of ill, and my heart was now clenched painfully. I was frozen, my eyes locked on him. His expression became icy and my heart sunk further. He lifted his hand and brought it toward my face. As it drew nearer I flinched but didn't move away. My flinch earned me a glare from Sasuke and his hand moved quickly. Surprisingly he just rested his knuckles and thumb lightly against cheek. His glare reverted back into an icy and uncaring stare. "I don't do dating," he said acidly, "I only play with things when I'm bored. Don't worry, dobe, I'm not done with you yet" His hand moved down my face and he grasped my chin in a firm grip. "What would make you so special though?" He sneered. A malicious smirk stretched across his lips, and his eyes remained as cold as ice.
My heart shattered.
And then he just walked away. He turned and walked away from me. My brain was short circuiting. My eyes were glued to his figure, which was moving steadily toward the school entrance. I couldn't wrap my brain around the sudden onslaught of heart wrenching emotions building inside of me. Or maybe it was just that I was unconsciously shutting down my own mind, preventing it from reacquiring its senses so that it could scream at me "I told you so". And I so didn't want to think about what a goddamned idiot I was on top of the shitload of crap I was currently wallowing in thanks to Sasuke. But damn, I could feel it in my already about to explode heart; I was completely and totally not in shock. As much as his words rendered me speechless, basically turned me into a gaping, mute idiot, it didn't really surprise me that he said them. My stupid heart hurt like a fucking bitch though.
I didn't realize I was staring into space until someone walking by nudged me. Blinking and focusing my eyes, I clenched my jaw shut and collected myself (a little poorly but whatever). I wanted to clench my hands in anger and punch something, anything . Hell, I just wanted to muster up some anger, but I felt inconceivably pathetic. Was sadness on the same level as kryptonite (not that I'm superman or anything but I feel drained, on the brink of just collapsing because I'm so fucking crushed)?
A thought crossed my mind that class would be starting soon. I took a step forward, but then stopped. Damn I feel numb.
"Naruto," a deep voice asked with concern. Like that my little numb bubble burst. I turned around. Serious green eyes were staring intently at me. I almost (almost!) laughed. Oh the irony. The fucking irony of it all. The one person who had been so adamant against me associating with the teme.
"Gaara," I said, my voice sounding shaky and groggy. He stepped closer to me. "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice tender and worried. Ha! That sure felt like a loaded question. I mulled over how to respond. Apparently my brain was working extra slow so Gaara spoke again.
"What's wrong?" I repeated the question to myself. What's wrong? What is wrong is that I'm a moron and because I'm a moron, shit happened and now I'm a sad moron. Because this moron was obviously deluding himself and yeah, some asswipe sorta just shoved his face in a shitload of reality.
I flung myself at Gaara (who I must commend because when I slammed into him he barely budged) and wrapped my arms around him. What?! I like hugs okay. Hugs make people feel better. He wrapped his arms around me tightly.
Jesus, I'm not supposed to be like some stupid, pitiful, fawning fangirl….
And then it hit me. Sasuke had treated me like something I wasn't and I had let him! But I am not a fangirl. Che, over his dead body. And I was the one I should be mad at because I knew all along that he was a teme, and like an idiot I fell for him…pretty hard apparently since my stupid heart hurts so much. I mean what's up with your heart like physically aching? Kinda weird… Anyway, I saw this coming. But hey I still hate Sasuke because he's a douchey, bastardy, perverted piece of trash (I may be angry but the words ring true).
"Hey Gaara?" I asked softly.
"Yeah?" He replied. My grip on his shirt tightened.
"That offer to kill Sasuke still on the table?" I asked, my words shaky and the sarcasm behind them even shakier. At my words Gaara's grip on me became rigid before tightening around me.
"Of course." He said through gritted teeth. I could basically feel the anger radiating off of him.
Looking over his shoulder I saw Kiba running out of the school toward us. His eyes were trained on us and I could tell from the look on his face he somehow knew what was going on or at least knew something was wrong. Must be the canine sixth sense.
As he reached us, he launched himself at us. Unprepared, I let out a muffled yell, as both Gaara and I tumbled to the ground under his weight. "Dammit, Kiba." Gaara growled. "Thought I'd come cheer up Goldilocks and plan the demise of the Beast." He said as he grinned down at me. I burst out laughing and grinned as happiness bubbled inside of me. "You idiot. Those references aren't even from the same fairytale." Gaara snapped irritably. Kiba looked confused for a moment before waving his hand uncaringly and smiling some more. "Ah who cares?" He laughed.
Gaara huffed and squirmed underneath him. Yet despite having my two best friends squished uncomfortably against me, trying to cheer me up, my thoughts drifted back to Sasuke. He said he only played with things. Jesus, he didn't even say people, what the hell were human lives to him anyway? So I was just his play thing…a toy, a goddamned toy. God he's so fucked up. But damn I must be even more fucked up than that prick because I can't get the fucker out of my head. Even now, after everything, even though I can't stand him, I don't hate him. And god fucking dammit, I still feel that stupid warm feeling in me when I think of him. My god I need some ramen and alcohol a.s.a.p.…and maybe a shrink too.
Gaara nudged me with his elbow. "You okay?" I nodded in response. Yeah I'll be alright. I'm fricken Naruto Uzumaki after all.
I'd make it through today for sure. Just because the guys I fell for sucked didn't mean my choice in friends did. I have the best friends in the world. Whatever I'm already getting over him. Who needs that prick. Yes, when I get home from school I'm going to drown my sorrows in ramen and have a fucking awesome pity party because pity parties are one hundred percent necessary in certain situations-and this was most definitely one of those situations. But for now I have school. And there's no way in hell I'm skipping school because of Sasuke. Then he'll know how much he affected me. No I'm going to show him that I don't care. Even if I do. Even if I really, really do.
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In history class, Temari and I passed notes the entire time. Both of our handwriting looked like chicken scrawl so at least if we got caught then no one would be able to read it. Taking a quick break from writing my next response to Temari about Sasuke (we were using the term SUP for him though because if we got caught the last thing I needed was for people to think I was talking about him or worse him know I was talking about him…and SUP stands for stuck up bitch. I was going to go with codename Teme again but that would be too obvious).
Up on the board a quote from Thomas Jefferson was written. "The art of life is the art of avoiding pain; and he is the best pilot, who steers clearest of the rocks and shoals with which it is beset." My eyes widened and I looked at Mr. Mark. Oh this is just too creepy. I find myself staring at the quote and applying it to myself. Clearly if I were a pilot, I would be dead and long gone. I flew straight into the biggest, most handsome, most volatile, and most heartless creature. Yes, I smacked, willingly, into a giant rock that said in bright red letters "Caution: Trouble" and like a moron I gravitated toward it like a bug to light. And yes, like a bug I got closer and closer to the metaphorical light and I got zapped, lit up, burned to a little Naruto crisp. So apparently I am not just a moron, but a bad pilot at life. Fuck Sasuke. Fuck his stupid bastardy, heartless being. Fuck that fucktard that thinks I'm a toy. Though I am proud to say that I was not at all blinded by his good looks, nope. No I fell for him, being completely aware of his personality faults (I'd make a list but it'd take the rest of my life), knowing full well who he is and for some stupid reason liking him for who he is. Actually I'm not really sure if that's something to be proud of. I think that just makes me even more of a moron.
Shit when did I even get so philosophical or introspective or whatever you call it?...This is all that bastard's fault. I turned my head to glare at him and attempt to set him on fire with my mind but stopped myself. No, I won't look. Not gonna happen.
When the bell rang signaling the end of eighth period, and also the end of the school day, the anxiety inside me subsided. I had spent all day with a fake smile plastered on my face. Granted when I talked to my friends I forgot about Sasuke momentarily but my mind drifted to him when the conversation ended or lulled. Fuck him. Fuck him so much. How could I even be stupid enough to fall for him?
I got up from my desk and made my way to the door, lost in thought. A genuine smile tugged at my lips when I thought of everyone's reaction when I gave them the play by play first period. All four volunteered to beat the shit out of him which made me feel a ton better. Images of Sasuke being all intimidated of Gaara entered my mind. He unrealistically started blubbering apologies and begging for forgiveness as I evil laughed and Gaara loomed over him, cracking his knuckles. Okay well maybe that's not how it'd go down but a guy can dream. But then I thought of Sasuke actually getting hurt and it made me kind of sad. What is this shit? God, I need to sort out my thoughts and feelings (or better yet obliterate my stupid unreciprocated feelings for him). Stupid Naruto!
"Oof!" I grunted as I collided with a solid object. I opened my eyes and cursed my luck as I looked at a pale neck and navy blue collar. One fucking guess who this. Mentally grumbling, I dragged my gaze up to see intense eyes on my face. Well shit…looks like my guess was right. Dammit! I had been doing so well too. I hadn't looked at him all day! Of course half way through the day once he realized I wasn't looking at him, I felt his gaze boring into me every class I had with him. It's not like my thoughts weren't focused solely on him, I just managed to keep myself somewhat in check and not gaze heartbrokenly at the dick that callously crushed me this morning.
"Get out of my way, teme!" I hissed angrily as I took a step back from him, putting some space between us. He quirked an eyebrow and stared at me unimpressed. "Fucking move!" I spat. I need to get away from him. His eyes flashed with anger and in a swift movement I found myself pressed against the wall.
"Don't talk to me like that." He growled. Is he kidding right now?
"Why the hell not?" I bit out. I gazed into his anger-filled eyes hostilely. Conflicting and confusing emotions swirled within me as he leaned in closer. He got closer and closer, until his lips hovered just over mine. Warm, soft breathes fanned against my quivering lips. My mind was fuzzy and I desperately needed him to move away so I could think straight.
"Sas…Sasuke…Sasuke, stop!" I finally snapped, barely getting the words out. I stared into his eyes helplessly. He blinked and seemed to focus. Then he pushed himself off the wall behind me and, without a word, walked quickly to the door. As he passed through the door, the words "…not special" reached my ears and for the second time today Sasuke left me in the dust without a glance back as I stood mind whirling and heart torn.
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The first mistake people make after breakups is watching sappy chick flicks. No, you watch a scary movie that is so desensitizing you feel numb to the guts and blood being spilt by the end of the flick, then you watch one or two action movies and relish in the violence so that your own violent thoughts are satisfied and finally submerge yourself in hilarious comedy after hilarious comedy. Whilst eating ramen of course. And that is exactly what I did when I got home and basked in my pity party. The lineup was: Texas Chain Saw Massacre (not sure which one), The Bourne Ultimatum, Die Hard, The Hangover, and Death at A Funeral. I think I may be on my eleventh bowl of ramen, give one or two…or five
And I'm so not even thinking of Sasuke at all. Not one bit. Not how he almost kissed me today after English class, or how he's a fucking douche, or how I actually fell for him even though I told myself not to every step of the way. It's not like I replayed today's events or previous moments with Sasuke, like when I punched him, or we made out at the rave and on his bed and in the hall that one time. Psh, he hasn't crossed my mind at all. And what the heck!? He said I was his! Not that I ever was but he wanted me to be. So excuse me for being logical and asking what we were. He never even showed he liked me in front of the school. God, I fucking hate him. So much. Shit! I'm not thinking about him right now. Or anymore. At all. Ever again. EVER.
A knock on my door echoed through my house. Pressing the pause button on the remote and setting my ramen on the coffee table, I jumped up from the couch and made my way to the front door. Opening the door a crack I peeked out. Gaara was staring at me with a dead expression and Kiba grinned, meeting my eyes before lifting his foot and then planting on the middle of the door and pushing it open with enough force to make me stumble back and the door to swing open. I shot Kiba an annoyed look as he and Gaara walked through the doorway. Gaara grabbed the door knob and the door closed.
"Please, why don't you come in?" I greeted them. Kiba grinned widely and replied, "We've come to break up your pity party." Gaara smirked, and my mouth opened to respond snarkily but there was nothing to say so I shut it. Well damn, they do know me well.
"Are you on the funny movie part of the cycle yet? Or the action flicks still?" Gaara asked as we made our way into the family room. Yeah, they know me really well. We all looked at the tv as it came into view.
"Death at a Funeral! I love this movie!" Kiba exclaimed. Gaara rolled his eyes and snatched up the remote and, turning off the tv. "Hey!" Kiba barked indignantly.
"We came here so you and Kiba came eat some food and then get ready for the party." Gaara said, looking pointedly at Kiba who had seemed to forget why he was here in the first place. "Oh yeah.." He said sheepishly. Oh yes, the party…forgot about that. Damn and I'm the designated driver too! Fuck.
"Wait, what about you? You're coming too right?" I asked, picking up on the fact that he left himself out of this. Gaara shook his head. "No, Temari and I are going to visit my uncle tonight." My lower lip jutted out and I stared sadly at Gaara. "You're sleeping over tomorrow." I informed him. I can't explain it but I just needed to be with him and vent and have him comfort me like he always had. "You too," I looked at Kiba, "you owe me for being your wingman tonight." Gaara smiled and nodded, and Kiba gave an enthusiastic "You bet".
"Oh and Shika will be here any minute as well." Kiba added.
"Alright I have to go." Gaara stated. So soon? I looked at him curiously. "Call me if you need anything." He said forcefully. "Of course." He smiled and then headed for the door.
When the door clicked shut Kiba headed for the stairs. "Man, Gaara was livid all day. I think he may actually kill Uchiha. And then when I told him I was coming over here, he insisted on coming over to check on you. I mean we are best friends and stuff, but I don't get your guys bond. Anyway even though he and Temari leave in a couple minutes for their uncle's he had to come and see you. But yeah, you should call him tonight and check in with him so he doesn't stay up and worry over you like some kind of parent." By the time Kiba stopped talking we had reached my room and I was smiling from ear to ear. He spun around and threw the bag in his hand at me. Fumbling, I managed to catch it and I opened it up. I pulled out a pair of khakis and a white and red tshirt. I scrunched my nose and looked at him.
"Really? Khakis?" I asked disbelievingly. Kiba doesn't wear khakis. I didn't even know he owned them. His face turned red and he quickly plucked them from my hands. "Shut up! I want to look nice!" He spluttered, his face turning even redder. I shook my head and walked to my own closet. He better not be expecting me to look presentable.
"Hey khakis are in okay? Jeez aren't gay guys supposed to be all fashion trendy and shit? Excuse me for trying to look presentable." He said, as I leafed through my closet. I scoffed and turned toward him. "Oh excuse me. Should I skin your tattoos off and replace your converse with Sperry's to complete your look?" I mocked him, to which he stuck his tongue out at me. Suddenly a thought hit me.
"Hey, remember when you got those tats?" I asked. The surprise on his face morphed into a grin. "Of course. You're the one that convinced us to all get them? Do you realize what a bad influence you are?" He said, waggling his eyebrows. I burst into laughter. "Whatever. I don't want to hear that from you." I chuckled as I grabbed some clothes.
"I'll be back," I called as I dashed to the bathroom. I ran through the hall, my feet padding against the carpet until I reached the bathroom. I shut the door behind me when I entered and quickly shimmied into my clothes. I love this outfit. The light blue jeans were skinny and hugged my legs, hanging low off my hips so you could somewhat see my boxers underneath. The gray v-neck somehow was loose but form fitting at the same time. And yes, I was totally dressing like this because of Sasuke but that's beside the point. And I may have switched my usual black stud earrings for silver studs. I'm definitely not trying to impress anyone, or Sasuke specifically on the off chance he's at a party I know his two best friends will be at. Definitely not doing this so his jaw drops when he sees me. Totally not. I don't care what the teme thinks. Ha! Just the thought of me caring what he thinks is laughable. I hope he's not thinking about me because it's not like I'm thinking about him….I hope he contracts genital herpes. Bitch.
When I walked back into my room Kiba was looking like a regular old non-rebel in his getup. He turned around and appraised my outfit. He wolf-whistled and my smirk grew. "Sasuke is gonna fucking die when he sees you." He commented. Just then the bedroom door opened and Shikamaru walked in. "Well shit, I didn't know we were going all out tonight." Suddenly, I can't wait for the party.
Thirty minutes later, in Shikamaru's car, I was banging furiously on the glass window with one hand while the other was on my throat. "For the love of ramen, roll the fucking window down. I can't breathe!" I spluttered, as Shikamaru blew more smoke back at me as he drove. I choked and made a gagging noise. Why did I have to get stuck in the back seat?! I glared daggers at the two in the front. Laughing Shikamaru rolled down the windows. I stuck my head out, gasping and inhaling the fresh air. Once my thirst for non-toxic air was sated, I sat back in my seat. "Oi, you are gonna get cancer and kill yourself man," I said conversationally, looking straight at Shikamaru.
"Is there a reason you are only staring at me and not Kiba?" Shika asked not even glancing back at me.
"How did you know I was just looking at you?" I grumbled. "Genius," was all he said. Jeez stupid Shikamaru using an irrefutable and totally stuck up response.
"Whatever. You are the chain smoker, not Kiba or me….hey is it me or have our social lives somewhat picked up in the past couple weeks?" Yeah so I kinda jumped topics but that is only because the house came into view! It's not like I have an attention disorder or anything.
"Bitch please, you don't know what you're talking about. You never had a social life." Kiba responded, turning his head back to me and displaying a wide grin. Che, asshole.
Playing devil's advocate Shika piped in. "And you did?" His question made both him and me smirk as Kiba turned red and spluttered for a response.
"Hey I want to get a piercing." I said out loud as the thought crossed my mind. Kiba turned around and gave me an incredulous look that asked me if I just pulled that out of my fucking ass. Honestly I'm not quite sure where it came from to tell the truth but hey sounds fun. Why not?
"Okay…that's not random at all…" Shikamaru said slowly. "Like on your ear or face or what?" Well…I hadn't really thought that far.
"You could work a belly button piercing, not like a ring but the stud type you know?" Kiba said thoughtfully.
"Yes! That sounds awesome!" I squealed…in a manly fashion of course. "Let's do it now." I added as an afterthought.
"Dude we are already here," Kiba stated the obvious.
"Got any needles on you?" I asked jokingly. So when Shikamaru gave a quick yeah, both Kiba and I gave each other a what the fuck look. He ignored us and pulled in the nearest parking space.
"What, are you kidding?" Kiba asked, thinking along the same lines as me. Why the heck does Shikamaru have a stash of needles? That's totally normal…not.
I watched warily as Shikamaru reached across the car to the glove box. With deft fingers he opened it up and after a little rummaging his hand emerged with a shiny, pointy needle. Well that's just weird.
"Dude, why the fuck do you have that?" Kiba asked, looking as weirded out as I felt. Shikamaru just shrugged nonchalantly, evading the question. Then the needle was plucked from his grasp. We both looked at Kiba, surprised as he held the needle, a devilish smile on his face. He turned to me, looking like a total creeper with the mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Alrighty lift up your shirt and let's shove this baby through!" He chuckled manically. Dear God why do I hang out with such weirdos…
"That could work," Shikamaru mused. "I do have alcohol in here so we can disinfect it." So Kiba is going to pierce my belly button in the back of Shikamaru's car…
"Cool! Let's do this!" I shouted, totally pumped up. I fisted my hand and punched it up in the air, effectively hitting the car ceiling and cussing as my knuckles throbbed painfully.
"Oh shot. We don't have a stud to put in it…" Kiba said, quickly deflating my mood.
"Then let's go get one," I responded. I want to pierce my belly button right now. "But-" Kiba began before being cut off by Shikamaru who held up and hand and informed Kiba that Hinata would still be at the party in twenty minutes. Kiba grumbled something that sounded like and "okay, whatever". As Shikamaru pulled back onto the road I looked at my two friends in the front seat and my heart swelled with pride and happiness.
"I-I love you guys," I said, definitely not crying or blubbering in the least! Kiba turned his head to look at me. "Love you too man," he said, playfully ruffling my hair. Shikamaru just shook his head. "If you guys are done with the romantic brother love or girly sentimental shit your up to, would you decide on a place to go for the belly button stud?"
"I love you too Shikamaru!" Kiba cooed. He moved to hug him but was quickly swatted away by a grumbling Shikamaru. Returning one hand to the wheel, he used the other to remove the cigarette dangling from his mouth. "Try that again and this thing gets put out on the hand that comes close to me," he threatened. I giggled as Kiba grimaced and inched away from Shika slightly.
"So what brought this on?" Shikamaru asked a few minutes later. "I don't know the thought just struck me I guess," I replied honestly. Though if I were being completely forthcoming, I had thought of doing something rebellious due to the fact that I needed it. I needed to think of something to get my mind off of Sasuke. Yeah, but that's slightly pathetic so I think I'll keep that tidbit of information for just Naruto…shit but it's not like I'm thinking about Sasuke or anything. Or thinking about him thinking about me or anything of the sort. Of course not.
When we reached the store, the three of us ran in quickly and purchased a dark metallic belly button stud. You know the one with a little ball on each end, no dangly shit or anything. I may be gay but I'm not a pussy-ass princess. Guys like that are totally…ick. I like the strong, masculine totally hot type…
I groaned and hit my head against the glass of the car window. "Stupid, stupid" I muttered to myself as I kept hitting my head. "You okay?" Kiba asked, glancing back at me. Fuck…why, why did I think of Sasuke?! There are other guys out there for crying out loud. Hotter guys! Yeah, psh, it's not like Sasuke is the hottest shit out there. There are others like…like…
Fuck Sasuke. Fuck him so much. I hope he falls into a ditch, gets an STD, and gets blue balls. Okay well maybe not in that order but…yeah. Haha Sasuke with blue balls! Or him falling in a ditch and landing on his ass!
"Dude stop laughing all creepy like." Kiba barked from the front seat. Pulled out of my thoughts, I turned red. Ugh I have got to work on my mental laugh.
A few streets away from the party, Shikamaru pulled over. "Alright let's do this here," He said, turning the car off. Kiba unbuckled himself and grabbed the needle from a cupholder and the bottle of vodka from under the passenger seat (there is no fucking way they are piercing me with a needle disinfected by beer a.k.a horse piss…it's okay to drink the stuff but no way am I putting that in an open wound). Very ungracefully he climbed over the council and plopped into the back seat with me. Untangling himself and sitting up right, he grinned wickedly. Shit maybe Kiba shouldn't be the one to pierce it. Warily I rolled my shirt up and held it there, exposing my tan stomach. Thank goodness I have an innie. Damn it would look weird if I had an outey…wait is even possible then?
"Stop spacing out baka. Now sit up straight so this doesn't go all weird." He ordered, as he unscrewed the vodka and dipped in the needle in. Now that I'm watching Kiba do this, it is kind of sketch. My eyes trailed to Shikamaru who was smoking his billionth cigarette of the day. Okay well maybe not that sketchy for us but not exactly normal. I when we pierced each other's ears we had ice and shit…aw this will probably hurt.
Withdrawing the now sterilized needle, Kiba's face scrunched up in concentration and he moved forward. My stomach fluttered a little as Kiba positioned it at the right angle. "Okay on three. Ready? 1…2-" Right after he said two he stabbed it through. The sting wasn't so bad but it did draw a hiss from me. "Bastard," I muttered at Kiba who chuckled, his eyes still glued to my stomach as he held the needle there. "You know that is most likely going to get infected," Shika drawled.
"No it won't. I'll take great care of it!" I pouted. I stuck my tongue out at the back of the driver's headrest before returning my eyes to my stomach. Kiba slowly drew out the needle and then quickly pushed the earring in. "Ha!" I squeaked. Yeah that kind of hurt.
"Well that is a stellar piercing job if I do say so myself," Kiba bragged as he straightened up and looked at my somewhat red and now pierced belly button. I smiled and admired it. Damn I like it! I grabbed the vodka bottle from next to Kiba and unscrewed the cap. I stuck my fingers on the opening at the top and turned it upside down quickly. Setting it back down, I rubbed my now alcohol covered fingers around the piercing. I don't want some infection turning my stomach all nasty.
After a few minutes Kiba had jumped back into the front seat and we were pulling up in front of the Hyuga house. Wow…er, that's a nice house. We all hopped out and I looked at Kiba. "…so does this make you a gold digger?" I asked, a smile slowly spreading across my lips. Shikamaru chuckled and Kiba turned to me with a glare. His hand moved to hit me in the gut and I (with my stellar ninja reflexes) jumped back in time to dodge.
"Not cool! You just pierced right there!" I squawked, glaring back at him. He remained silent but I could see the smile tugging at his lips.
"…that was some nice flailing Naruto." Shikamaru commented, causing Kiba to grin toothily. What?! I didn't flail…well maybe a little. It was an amazing dodge. They are just jealous of my stealth.
I grumbled and crossed my arms with a huff. "Whatever. Let's get in the house so lover boy can go drool over Hinata." I grabbed both of their arms and dragged them toward the door. You could hear the bass and the people from the doorstep. I glanced at Kiba who all of a sudden looked nervous and anxious as I raised my hand above the door. I didn't look like that when I was about to see Sasuke did I? I hope not-Shit! Not that I care. Ugh! I shook my head to clear those disturbing and unwelcome thoughts away. My hand descended on the wood and I rapped on the door a few times.
About thirty seconds later the door swung open and I cringed at the person who stood in it. His eyes narrowed when he saw us and his face morphed into a sneer. His hostile eyes swept over us. He was dressed in dark jeans and a button down long sleeved shirt that screamed ridiculously expensive.
"Naruto," He said, the distaste in his voice evident. Yeah since when are we on a first name basis, evil crony of the teme? "…and your fellow losers," he said, eyeing Kiba and Shikamaru.
"Shut up, Hyuga," Shikamaru drawled easily, not affected by his jab. Neji's eyes narrowed at Shikamaru. "What are you doing here?" He sneered. I was about to retort when a girl stepped up next to him. Her blueish hair cascaded down her shoulders and her eyes (creepily identical to Neji's) swept over us, lingering on Kiba. And then her face turned the color of a fire hydrant. I stifled the chuckle that rose in my throat.
"H-hi K-Kiba. I'm so g-glad you came." She smiled at him before looking down at the ground coyly. Then her gaze snapped back up. "Oh I'm sorry. I-It's nice to see you two as well." She added in a flustered but kind manner. I enthusiastically greeted her, glancing at Neji at the same time and seeing him looking very unhappy.
"Oh um please c-come in!" She squeaked after a few moments of her at Kiba staring at each other and blushing like a pair of tomatoes. She turned and moved out of the door way to make room. Kia practically lunged into the house after her and I followed, winking at Neji as I passed. I am satisfied to say he blushed…but still sneered at me. Is he…gay?
Shikamaru moved to follow me but Neji glared at him. "No smoking in the house," He snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. Shikamaru sighed, plucking the cigarette from between his lips and dropping it on the ground between himself and Neji. The heel of his converse soon covered it as he ground out the bud. When he stepped forward, shouldering past Neji, who growled, a black mark was left on the front porch.
People were all over, clustered together, nearly all of them with a plastic red cup in hand or the actual can or bottle. In a moment of déjà vu, I thought of the night things started between Sasuke and I at that other party. Just as quickly as the thought hit me, I shoved it out of my head.
A few steps into the house a girl came up to Hinata and whirled her away somewhere. Kiba's eyes trailed after her like a sad puppy who had lost its owner. I clapped him on the shoulder and reassured him that she'd be back. We made our way through the house, finally settling in a spot in the massive and oddly fancy family room.
Leaning against the wall Kiba crossed his arms and huffed. "Honestly, do you think she'll say yes if I ask her to hang out tomorrow night?"
"Well, honestly,..." I brought a finger to my chin in pretend contemplation, "hmm…how drunk is she going to be when you ask her?" I asked, my words shaking with barely contained laughter.
Kiba's eyes flashed. "Hey!" He snapped, glaring at me. I held my hands up in mock surrender. "Kidding, Kidding!" I reassured him.
"Honestly man, she totally likes you. Don't worry about it." I smiled at him and Shikamaru agreed with me. Kiba blushed and chuckled lightly. Then Shikamaru reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette.
I looked at him incredulously. "Dude seriously? Neji is going to kill you." Shikamaru merely put the pack away and dug in his other pocket for a lighter. When he found it, he pulled his hand out and tossed it to me. "Light me," he said as I caught it. Skillfully I rolled my finger over the top and when a flame popped up I held it to the end of the cigarette dangling from his mouth.
In the next hour and a half, Hinata came over and had a couple brief, awkward conversations with Kiba that contained a lot of blushing and stuttering (on both parties' parts), Shikamaru chain smoking and turning down two girls who asked him to dance (and getting yelled at by Neji who caught him smoking), and an awkward encounter with Ino and some chicks for me.
I had been walking to get some beer that I couldn't drink as designated driver( definitely not taking another aimless walk to see if Sasuke was her) when I had bumped into someone because I wasn't paying attention (not because I was scanning the crowd for his almighty ice-king or anything).
"Oh my gossshhh," I heard a female slur. I had been on the brink of apologizing when I noticed it was Psycho Bitch Two. She swayed a little and I took a step away from her. A decent amount of girls were following her and they erupted into giggle.
"Oh my gosh, he's so hot!" Some girl whispered. Three more of her companions readily agreed. They then began discussing me as if I wasn't only a few feet from them and able to hear their every word. Well dang that was an ego boost.
"Holy hell! Naruto? Jeez wheeen did youf get so-?" She didn't finish but scrutinized me (more like squint like crazy because she's so drunk). "EHHHH, well I guess youf always been kinder hot" she slurred again. At the point, a huge amount of happiness erupted in me and I wished I had gotten that on tape. Then without saying another word, she marched (unsteadily) forward, nearly knocking me over. "Oi forhead! I gotta talk to ya!" She began calling into the crowd as she disappeared.
I then had continued on my way. I didn't find what I was looking for so I returned to where Shikamaru and Kiba were talking. So here I am, standing in the family room, talking with Kiba and Shikamaru. A few times the conversation teetered very close to talking about Sasuke but I kept steering it away. If we talk about him I might just start screaming in frustration and that would be slightly embarrassing.
I notice Kiba staring off at something with a forlorn expression. One guess who. Unfortunately Shikamaru had left to get a beer so I couldn't share a look with him.
"Dude, just go ask her already?" I said to Kiba. Man, when was he going to grow some balls? I followed Kiba's anxious gaze to Hinata Hyuga sitting on a couch by herself on the other side of the room.
"I can't what if she doesn't like like me…?" He mumbled self-consciously causing me to slam my palm against my forehead. I swear it is so obvious they both liked each other. He is so dense sometimes. I sent him a 'are you serious?' look and he glared back. "I'll go over later." I waved my hand and responded with, "Sure you will". Just then Shikamaru returned lit cigarette in hand.
"Did I miss much?" He asked as he leaned stood next to me and inhaled on the cancer stick.
"Not much. Aside from Kiba still refusing to make the first move on Hinata." I responded earning another glare from Kiba.
"Geez, give it a rest. Anyway aren't you not supposed to be smoking in here? I thought that was the whole reason you went outside." Kiba asked Shika. Oh yeah, he's right.
"I decided I didn't care by the time I reached the front door so I came back here. Besides there would be no one to talk to outside." Shikamaru responded with a lazy smile. He pretended social stuff was a huge pain sometimes but it was all a farce, he actually enjoyed talking with Kiba and I.
"Oh…fuck." Kiba's eyes were focused on something behind me as he said this. I turned around to see what Kiba was talking about when he gripped my shoulders with both hands.
"Trust me. Stay facing me and maybe he won't recognize you." Kiba instructed. Before I could help it, "Is it Sasuke?" I questioned. I winced at how anxious I sounded. God, I want it to be him so badly! Fuck what is wrong with me for thinking that. But then again I really don't want it to be him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Kiba shook his head, and, breaking my mantra of fucks, said "no worse". Worse? Who could be worse than Sasuke in Kiba's eyes when it came to me? I looked at Shikamaru who was also watching behind me with a frown on his face. He brought the cigarette to his lips before exhaling a cloud of smoke and muttering, "What a pain." What's a pain?
Shikamaru looked at me. "Sai," was all he said. Oh. I could feel my entire face fall, the anxiety and excitement washing away, replaced by anger and disappointment. I knew only one Sai. And it was the asshole who stole my first kiss. "Stop looking at him. I don't want to see him so don't draw any attention." I hissed at the two. Both returned their gazes to me. "Yeah the only guy smoking in the entire room is not noticeable at all." Kiba said eyeing Shika. Shikamaru looked back muttering, "Says the guy with two tattoos on his face". Kiba was now glaring at Shikamaru who stared back looking mildly irritated. "Enough." I snapped at the two.
"Dammit," Kiba hissed, looking at me with wide eyes. "What?!" I snapped, keeping my voice low. Kiba remained quiet, his locked on something behind me.
"Dickless?" Oh…shit. I looked wild-eyed at Kiba and Shikamaru who held the same 'oh shit' looks on their faces.
I'm not a hundred percent satisfied with this chapter. It lacked in the humor department but it was kinda a downer day for Naruto. AHH and thank you guys SO much for all your reviews! You are the best! And Alexandras-chan thank you especially for all the reviews!
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