Chapter Eight: Sai's Drawing Lessons.
Naruto's POV
(Warning: I was going through a rough time when I wrote this. So it might make some people cry. Depends on the person. Even I cried typing it. So enjoy.)
I groaned as I turned around in my bed. Kakashi and Iruka were at it again and I couldn't sleep. Mumbling to myself, I give up on sleep and my mind wonders to what Sasuke had said.
I didn't get the last part of his speech and I was barely listening. I only heard the fear in his voice as he asked Itachi what was wrong. I couldn't help but laugh, thank God Itachi covered it up with a cough or I would have been caught.
Iruka pulled up at the moment, and I had noticed Itachi looking at me. Whispering as quiet as I could, I told him to cover me. I snuck away successfully and without being caught.
Now here I am, trying to sleep, but can't with Iruka's loud moans. Tomorrow, I'm asking him for some ear buds for sleep.
Eventually, I drifted off and fell into a ramen filled dream. There might have been a moment where Sasuke feed me ramen, but I couldn't really remember.
I felt my conscious slowly start up as a hushed voice wakes me up. I groan and turn my back on the person. I was dreaming about Sasuke and not wanting to be waken up. Slowly, Sasuke's face appears as I fall back asleep. Then I felt ice cold water hit my bare, exposed back. My body is instantly awake and I yelp loudly.
Knowing who it was immediately, I glare at the tall man. "Damn it Kakashi! You just ruined a perfectly good dream!" I yell in his face. He smirks and shrugs.
"Noted," He says and then walks out of my room. I growl as he shuts my door but end up jumping into my shower.
Today was one of those days where everything wasn't working out for me. I completely failed a pop quiz in Physics, and I forgot my lunch at home, Kakashi had made his famous peanut butter and jelly sandwich and I left it at home. Meaning, I had to eat disgusting cafeteria food that could possibly give me food poisoning.
And then on my way to throw my trash out I trip and spill my milk and the rest of my uneaten food on my shirt and jeans. Great, now it looks like I peed myself.
Storming to Iruka's room, I barged into the office. Seeing Iruka and Kakashi, I quickly shut the door and storm up to the roof.
Opening the roof access door, I sigh appreciatively as fresh air filled my lungs. I walked to the edge of the building and sat down heavily. I ran my hands through my hair and slump down into a lying position. I stared up into the clouds and reach my hand out, grasping nothing. I sat there, grabbing onto nothing and staring at clouds.
My birthday is coming up. No, not my birthday. Their death day. I released a long breath of air sadly and felt my heart clench painfully.
Seeing my mother's wide and beautiful eyes fade into a glassy nothingness, has scared my memories. Hearing my dad calling out my mother's name as he laid dying, forever rang in my ears. I still have nightmares, sometimes Iruka would walk into my room and lay in bed with me, comforting me, or Kakashi would make some homemade ramen and wake me up whenever Iruka was away for teacher conferences out of state.
My heart clenched again as I tried remembering what having a mother was like. I can only remember her dying eyes, and beautiful, long red hair. I remember playing with her all the time. I remember complaining at 5 that I had blonde girly hair instead of fiery red manly hair.
Mom had picked me up that day and said she liked my blonde hair, because I would one day grow up to be the handsomest man there is, after Dad of course. I giggled and swayed my legs, hitting the side of school.
"Mom, you listening?" A small breeze flicked my hair into my eyes. I grinned. "Dad?" Another breeze flew through and brushed my hair out of my eyes and I breathe it in sadly.
"I miss you guys." A breeze tickles my legs. "You shouldn't have died that day. You should have lived, and raised me. That day shouldn't bring so many painful memories. No, it should be a happy loving day, because we would be celebrating my birthday." Wind brushes my cheeks.
"I can't celebrate it anymore. It's not special like it used to be. All I think of is how I live on another year, but you guys lay, rotting in the ground another year. It's not right!" I cry out. Tears had pricked my eyes but didn't fall just yet. Another breezed ran over my hair, causing the tears to fall. They slide slowly down my cheek bones and dripped off.
"I know you don't want me grieving. But can you expect me not to? You were my parents, you brought me into this world, and then left me. Just like that! We were having a good time. I had just opened my birthday present when the front door busted open. Dad, you were the first to go protecting Mom. Mom.." I choke on my tears as they started flowing easily down my cheeks. "Mom, you rushed me to my room and pushed me into the closet. I remember your panicked voice and the light dying from your lovely eyes. I can still feel your blood coating me as you coughed, hugging me to you. I don't know if you remember, but the bullet that killed you, ended up in my stomach. Of course, it didn't end up deep enough to kill me, but it left a scar. One I will have as a reminder for the rest of my life." I weeped till snot dripped from my nose.
I hear the bell ring, but I don't attempt to move. Still gazing at the sky. The wind picks up, lifting my shirt, revealing a hideous circular scar. A leaf that was carried in the wind landed on the scar, tickling me. I sat up quickly, letting my shirt fall back down. I brought the leaf to my lips and softly kissed it. I tucked it into my pocket.
I watched my tears fall into my lap and soak my faded jeans. "I went to an orphanage after that. They were so mean, Mom. You probably would have beaten them up the instance you saw them. Dad, wouldn't have agreed and used nicer words to advertise his demise." I chuckle, turning it into a cough. "Look at me, I'm using big words, well big for me." I pull my shirt up and blow my nose in a spot that's already stained with food. I have other clothes in my gym locker.
"I was abused. Beaten daily. Starved. Nearly raped. Nearly murdered. Bullied. And then saved." Wind blew through my hair, wrapping around me like a blanket. "That bastard," I started but wind whipped my face. I laughed. "He helped me one day after my daily beat ups from a few students. Mom, Dad, I think it was love at first sight. Well, more like a developed crush, but I knew it instantly." Wind caressed my chest. Over my heart. "Yeah, you guessed right. That adorable child that kicked my ass in elementary and middle school." Wind whipped again and I chuckled.
"You do remember. I vaguely remember you and his parents meeting to apologize for our behaviors. Then made us hug it out. Itachi had voiced his disapproval by saying '"Um, mother, I don't agree with them hugging. It might make matters worse."' But she hushed him and pushed little Sasuke forward. I remember demanding an apology and stomping my tiny foot. Sasuke had opened his arms, inviting a hug, but I crossed my arms and snorted. That's what caused him to punch me. Eventually, you and his parents had to pull us apart once more." I laughed hard. Tears spilling from laughing for too long.
"Mom, your face when you shoved me behind you. It was priceless. You were so pissed off at me, but smiled anyways. You had a thumb's up behind your back, but was waving apologetically in your front. Dad, patted my head and shook a finger at me. But he had a small smile too. I peeked around her big butt." Wind whipped at my face again, sand stinging my eyes.
"I saw Sasuke's parents mirroring you and Dad. His dad looked pissed but happy that Sasuke had the first punch and the last. But I caused the most damage." Snickering, I continue. "Itachi rolled his eyes and then smirked, mouthing 'I told you so', but Sasuke's mom smiled apologetically like you Mom. Man was she a beauty too. Like damn, she sure rivalled you Mom." Wind lashed painfully and I laugh.
Soothing breezes settled after that. "You know, it's like your spirits are in the wind and sky. You're watching over me, aren't you?" I smirk knowingly at the clouds.
Wind wrapped around me again. "Please, don't. It only makes it more painful in the end." The wind settled down. I was crying again. "But I don't want you to leave. I would do anything just to see you one more time. Every child deserves his parents. Please come back to me." I was a sobbing mess now. The wind came back stronger than before. I tried grabbing it, but it slipped through my fingers.
My shoulders shook violently. "Come back...please. I miss you so much it hurts, hurts Dad. You always hated seeing me in pain. So come back." I leaned over my knees and stared at the ground below me. Somehow it looked inviting. There was no winds, no answers.
"I guess not huh?" I called out to no one. I dug the heel of my palm into my eyes and rubbed the tears away. But the second they were gone, a fresh batch started.
My body shook and tears spilt freely from my closed eyes. A sudden feeling of loneliness settled deep in my heart and grew larger with each passing minute.
I brought my knees up and rocked myself. I tried to remember all of the good times but it only caused more sobs. I started screaming loudly instead of bottling it up. I screamed into my knees and punched the roof. I felt my knuckles split and blood began to drip.
I sobbed loudly, wishing for anyone to come and push me over the edge so the pain would stop. I raised my fist to slam it into the concrete roof one more time, but it hit something fleshy instead.
I choked on my sob/scream and looked into dark longing onyx eyes. Sasuke. He wrapped his extremely long arms around my shaking shoulders and crushed our bodies together.
"Dobe, stop feeling sorry for them. They wouldn't like that. They would want you to smile and be happy. They would want you to move on. Stop living in the past and look into the future." Sasuke's creamy voice filled the silent air.
I clutched tightly on his shirt and cried some more. My forehead was plastered to his chest, that rose and fell slowly, my arms circled his lower back. He wrapped one arm over my shoulder and the other combed through my hair soothingly. Soon, my sobbing calmed down and I was wiping my tears off on his shirt.
The whole time, he rocked us back and forth, whispering soothing words in my ear, rubbing my back in circles, and combing out my unruly hair. "How long were you standing there?" I finally ask out loud. I didn't really care how long. I just wanted to know.
"I walked in at the "child who kicked my ass" part." I could tell he was smirking without even looking at him. "And I recall you having the most bruises by the end of each fight. What? Trying to look good now?" He asked teasingly.
I sniffled and settled into his lap. He tensed up at first and then adjusted to the cuddling. I needed it at the moment. He held me tightly in his arms, his breathing slow, and I found myself enjoying the sound of his heartbeat. I could fall asleep to it. It's so peaceful.
"Why were you talking to yourself Naruto? It's not like they can actually hear you." Sasuke asked running a hand through my hair.
I readjust my sitting position, not realizing I was now straddling him, and gaze into his eyes. "Have you ever tried it?" I ask seriously. He shook his head no. "Just try, it always helps me." I shrug and wait for his answer.
A smug smirk spreads across his face. "Really? You consider crying your eyes out, help?" I pout and swat his head.
"Bastard. And yes, it let's go of all those bottled up emotions. And don't worry about anyone hearing you, it's just you and me. So you can actually show some expressions now." I snickered and a scowl replaced his smirk.
I felt my face soften and I look him in the eyes again. "Just give it a try Sasuke." I say his name slowly and begin to move off him.
Instantly, his arms wrap around my back and he holds me against him. He nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck and sighs. "Don't leave yet. Just hold me while I do this." His voice held so much pain. Raw pain. I wrapped my arms over his shoulder and neck. I ran a hand through his raven locks and hummed.
Another sigh and he brought his head back up. I spread my legs wider to settle more comfortably in his lap. Our hips touch and our bodies relax around each other. His chin rests on my head and I rest my forehead on his chest.
"Mum? Father?" His voice was hoarse, like he hasn't talked in years. A chilling breeze followed his words. Unlike mine, with was a warm and relaxing air, this one was cold and had a hair raising effect.
Another long sigh. "I don't exactly believe this is working, but it wouldn't hurt to talk to you." That cold air again. Sasuke shivered, I pulled him closer to me.
"Grandma and grandpa did good jobs at raising me and Itachi. Though Itachi was pretty much mature by then. He took me in Mum. You would have pinched his cheeks and praise him for being a good older brother. Father, you.. Well, I don't actually know what you would do. We weren't always on good terms, even if I was just a kid." I squeezed him softly. "All I ever wanted to do was to impress you. I was going to join the Police Force when I was old enough. I wanted to work under you and show you that I was just as good as Itachi. But you only praised him." Sasuke sucked in a shaky breath.
Cool air swarmed around us, lifting up Sasuke's bangs. He sighed and basked in the air. "Mum, you always knew I liked the early winter breeze. Is that why it's suddenly so cold? Are you actually here? Or is this my imagination?" Another breeze.
"I have so much to tell you, but I don't know where to start." I felt something wet fall on top my head. Is he crying? "You left Itachi and I. Left us. We were having a family dinner. My favorite actually. Spaghetti with plenty of chopped tomatoes in the sauce. I never told you, but you were one hell of a cook Mum. And I find myself missing your cooking all the time. Itachi became a chef in your favor. He's great, but I will never admit that to him." I knew he was smirking. The wind whipped our faces and a low grumbling settled in his chest. Laughter.
"You got a call, usually you didn't accept them at dinner. But after hearing the person speak, you fled the house. I will always remember the satisfying look in both your faces as you told Itachi and I that you finally caught the bastards. I remember Mum kissing my forehead, telling me to behave before leaving. I pouted and acted like a spoiled child. Father, he ruffled my hair and said that he was proud to have two wonderful sons. And then both of you left. Dad's words left a sinking feeling that you weren't coming back. "Tachi had to hold me down when we heard the news. I nearly jumped the officer. Da, I got a good punch in." Sasuke chuckled and was lost in his talking. That he didn't notice the change from father to dad.
"I won't ever forget that you guys left with the ast imagine of a pouting Sasuke, and an emotionless Itachi. He probably knew. Damn ass. I miss you, that's for sure. But unlike this dobe I'm holding right now, I'm glad you died doing what was right." I froze. Sasuke nuzzled into me and continued talking. His breath hot against my neck.
"None of this would have happened if you would have made it out alive. But I wasn't like this at first. I grew depressed. Itachi worried a lot but nothing was working. Then I met a certain someone. This person was the light that brought me out of the darkness. So I'm glad you accepted this one call. But know I will always miss you terribly. But I'm not ready to see you anytime soon." Sasuke breathed out slowly, and dried his tears.
The breeze grew warm and wrapped us into a tighter embrace. Like a group hug. A light whip of wind ruffled Sasuke's hair. His eyes grew watery but he didn't cry. "Stupid dobe, look at me. I don't feel better at all." He laughed in my ear. I playfully punch him in the chest, knocking him on his back. His arms around me, brought me with him.
I laid on top of Sasuke for a good minute before anything registered. We stared into each other's eyes for what seemed an eternity. His eyes kept flickering to my lips before back to my eyes. I was doing the same thing.
His eyes softened and filled with a needy look. They shone brighter than they ever have before. They usually do when he looks at me. Why? I shuffled around, laying in between his legs. His knees brushed mine, our thighs pressing together, chest to chest. I slowly leaned in for some unknown reason.
Before I closed my eyes, I saw Sasuke do the same thing. I could feel his breath on my lips. A bell rang but I ignored it. Our noses brushed and I tilted my head to the right. Sasuke does too. His arms spread across my back, while mine find their way into his hair.
A cool breeze swept through the mere inches between our lips, encouraging us. I leaned further. A warm gust of air settled on my back, pushing me into the kiss. Lips barely brushed as the roof door flew open, slamming past the rubber stopper, leaving a dent in the metal.
"Uzumaki, Uchiha, how dare you skip Yamato sensei's class. Your lucky this is my planning period, or I would have allowed him to give you both that detention you deserve!" Iruka's voice boomed over the roof.
I jumped away from Sasuke, and ran to Iruka. Iruka glared daggers at me, then taking a look at me, his eyes softened and he nodded in understanding. "Do you want Kakashi to take you home, or are you ok?" Iruka asked softly, bringing me into a hug.
Pulling from the hug, "I'm fine, I'm better now. Thank Sasuke for that." I smiled weakly and noted Sasuke sitting up now and turning his back to us. His arms move around but I couldn't tell you what he was doing.
Turning to Iruka, who was watching Sasuke, had a knowing look and a smirk. He turned back to me and began pushing my back to the stairs that lead up to roof.
"Well, let's leave the Uchiha here for a minute for him to feel better." Iruka patted my shoulder as I climbed down the stairs. One flight down before I heard the heavy thunks on metal from Sasuke.
I hate to admit it, but this poetry project actually makes me excited. The poem Sasuke and I did together got a 100 from Iruka and my grade went up from a 87 to a 94. Iruka bought me ramen, Kakashi got me lube for the dildo. Weirdo.
I couldn't pick from Robert Frost and William Wordsworth. It's frustrating, but what was worse was picking form "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud," or "The Road Not Taken." Growling in frustrated, I break the lead from my pencil. I notice Sasuke glance at me and then roll his eyes.
"MOMMM!" I call Iruka over. I mentally smirk as he walks over with a sigh. He finally accepted being called mom.
"Yes daughter." He smirks at me, and I pout.
"Yeah, that's not happening. I have a dick, a very large one for that, and I'm your son." I point and wave a finger at Iruka, clicking my tongue.
He opens his mouth, but I cut in. "You're mother because you act like one, and we both know Kakashi is the man in the relationship." I laugh at Iruka's blushing face. "Anyways, I need your help."
Iruka forces his blush away and turns serious. "You have a partner for a reason Naruto. Ask him." He turned to walk away.
"But sensei, I need to know which one you think I should do. I can't pick." I pout seriously. Iruka comes back over and looks at the two poets on my paper.
"Personally, I like Robert Frost. But it's up to you Naruto. Which one do you find yourself leaning more towards?" Iruka sets my paper down and fixes his ponytail.
I think about it for a minute, and I think about how I usually read more Frost than Wordsworth. I snapped my fingers and began working. I researched poems by Frost and wrote down a lot of information about him.
Iruka turned on a movie, some kids watched the movie, some continued working. I glance at my paper and see a decent amount of notes. I shoved the paper in my bag and rested my head in my arms. Slowly, I drifted off to sleep.
It was my birthday. Balloons surrounded the room and invaded the house. Mom and Dad were sitting in my room on my bed. Mom slide one last present to me. They were tucking me into bed when she pulled out a small box.
It was wrapped in orange wrapping paper with a big blue bow. From that moment, orange was my favorite color. I couldn't help the excitement that ran through me as I ripped open the wrappers and placed the bow in my hair. I remember the snap of a picture being taken.
Inside the box was a beautiful necklace. A blue crystal that hung on a ring that was laced into a black string. My eyes widened as my Dad took it out carefully and handed it to my mom. She undid the clasp and reclasped it around my neck.
I was speechless. Only Granny Tsundae wore this necklace. "She gave it to you Naruto. Said to always think about family and cherish those around you. She would have gave it to you personally, but she couldn't make it today." Dad explained.
A huge smile appeared on my face as I hugged both of them. "Thank you guys so much! This is the best birthday ever! I love you so much. Mommy and Daddy." They hugged me back tightly and kissed me goodnight.
"Naru-" A loud knock erupted through the house. My parents looked confused at first and then a look of realization crossed their faces. I didn't know what it meant and I stared at them, scared.
Dad looked at me and his words were soft and timid. "Protect this necklace forever Naruto. Always wear it, never take it off." He kissed my forehead. "Be strong, never give up." He said standing up.
He kissed Mom for a long time, another knock broke their kiss. They had tears in their eyes. I started crying too. It was so confusing, Mommy and Daddy were crying. It was making me sad.
Mom looked at me and sat on my bed, bringing me into her lap. She kissed my hair and whispered soothing words. Dad left and a bunch of mean voices could be heard. A few minutes passed and Mom began rocking me to sleep.
I was nearly lulled to sleep when two loud bangs rang through the silence. Mom jumped and began crying more. "Mom, what is it? What was that sound? Is Dad ok? Mommy, why are you crying?" I kept repeating these questions as she picked me up.
She carried me to my closet and opened the door. She tucked the necklace in my shirt, hiding it from view. "Be a good boy Naruto. Eat your vegetables, and study for school. There's so much to tell you in such little time." Her tears fell onto my face as she leaned over to brush my hair from my eyes.
She hugged me tight to her chest. "Mom, who's in the house? Mommy, you're hurting me. Mom…" I clawed at her back but she didn't let go. Not even when another bang sounded through the house.
"Mom, what is that loud noise? Please, tell me. Mom, why ar-" I started.
"I love you Naruto. You were the best son a mother could ask for." Mom cut me off and kept repeating words of love.
"Mom, what do you mean? Are you leaving or something? I love you too, please don't leave me." I said confused. She moved her head to press her forehead against mine.
"I'm not going anywhere. I will forever be in your heart Naruto." Someone burst into my room and I saw my eyes widen in my mom's eyes. They were full of life and glossy from tears.
"MOM! There's someone behind you. Look! Please, mom do something. I'm scared." My voice was trembling with fear. It practically dripped off of me. She held me tight, never breaking eye contact as another shot rang out.
Slowly, the life faded from her eyes, and they became dull. A searing pain exploded in my chest. I pushed Mom away, and she fell to the floor in a limp heap. I climbed over her. My blood mixing with hers.
"MOM, PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME! WHERE'S DAD? Mom, please. It's my birthday! You can't leave now. It's my birthday…" I cried like a baby. Tears and snot poured down my face.
The man grabbed me and stuffed me into a cage. Some voices yelled in the background and he quickly stuffed me in my closet. Shutting the door. I don't know how long I was in there for, but by the time I got out, I could barely talk because I had been screaming my head off all night.
I called for my parents. No response. I called for help. Still no response.
Something was shaking me. I looked around but didn't see anyone there. The shaking started again and this time I saw a figure. The person walked closer to me. I reached my small arm through the bars of the cage. I tried calling for help but my voice sounded like sandpaper.
The figure began running toward me and stopped in front of me. I looked up at the tall person and I recognized who it was immediately. I only know one person with raven colored hair, onyx eyes, and would call me… "Dobe,"
Sasuke.
Another rough shove woke me up. "Huh? Wha-" I started. I looked around at the empty class. Then I looked up at Iruka. He looked me in the eyes and handed me a few tissues. "Um, why do I need these?" I ask him, staring at the tissue paper.
I heard Sasuke snicker. I scowl and glare at him. Poking him in the cheek I ask the question again. "Well, first off. You were crying and talking in your sleep. And secondly, go look in a mirror." Sasuke actually laughed and looked away from me. I looked back at Iruka, who was trying to hold his laughter in.
I frown at them and walk to Iruka's office knowing there's a mirror in there. I scream when I look at myself. Laughter exploded from the room.
I stormed back to Sasuke and Iruka and glare daggers at both of them. My shoulders were scrunched up to my ears, hands balled up, eyes screwed shut, and face twisted in anger. "This is not funny! I will kill Sai, and you." I pointed at Sasuke who had tears running out of his eyes from laughing.
"No, you're right it's not funny." Sasuke started. I blinked and began to calm down. "It's fucking hilarious." He called out before laughing all over again.
"A dick drawn on my face is not hilarious. Nor is your name in a heart anything I want to advertise!" I all but yelled at them. Iruka took a quick picture and I knew he was sending it to Kakashi. "You better fucking delete that fucking picture." My hate now focusing on Iruka. He grinned and locked himself in his office.
I grabbed a bunch of tissues and sanitizer and begin rubbing my face harshly. I knew I got a lot off, but not all. I can't without a mirror, but Iruka locked his door.
"Dobe, you missed a few spots." Sasuke said as he stood and walked over to me. He took a new tissue and used his forefinger to tilt my chin up. My nose brushed his chin every now and then, reminding me that he has a few inches on me.
His breath was hot on my face and I felt my blood traveling south. His strokes were soft but had enough pressure to wipe away the marker.
"You know? You looked good having my name on you. Kind of like you belonged to me." Sasuke whispered probably to himself. I blushed wildly and tried turning away from him. He just tightened his grip on my chin and forced my face close to his.
"There, finished. Good as new." He smirked, but didn't let go. He threw the tissue into the trash next to us but didn't look away from my eyes. My eyes closed automatically and felt myself standing on my tiptoes. Our faces grew closer and closer.
Once again, our breaths mingled together and I found myself enjoying this closeness. Noses brushed when the office door slammed open. "Alright Naruto, Sasuke, I finished collecting all my work. We can go home no-" Iruka paused when he saw our positions.
I pull away suddenly and grab my bag. "Alright, let's go. I'm sure Kakashi has made dinner, and I'm starving." I head for the door and march out of the room.
I hear Sasuke snicker and Iruka sigh as they file out of the room and Iruka locks the door.
As soon as we got home, I went straight for my room. I had to feed Kurama. I kick my door open, and look for the kit, but he's nowhere to be found. I frown and throw my stuff on my bed. Sasuke followed me in and slowly set his stuff on the floor.
"Dobe, what's wrong?" I hear Sasuke ask, but it doesn't register as I search for the little fox. My frown deepens as I throw the pillows off my bed and look under the blanket. He's hiding, don't panic. But Kurama isn't there either.
I look under dirty clothes and look in my closet. My closet doesn't have doors so I quickly peek in and out. My eyebrows knit together as I storm pass Sasuke and into the living room. Kakashi was typing at lightning speed on his laptop while Iruka was setting the table.
"Iruka." Said person snaps his head up, hearing the distress in my voice. "Where is he?" What if he ran away chasing something, and is lost?
"Where's who Naruto?" Iruka tilts his head in confusion and I scowl. Iruka stares sadly at me and shakes his head.
"You know who, Iruka." I spit out. Kakashi's typing slows down a bit signalling that he is listening.
Iruka's stare hardens and a frown mares his face. "He's gone Naruto. He couldn't keep him and you know that."
My anger raises and I ball my fists by my sides. "Why?! Why couldn't we?! Between you and Kakashi, we are well off. We could afford food and bedding. We could have kept him Iruka." My voice was quiet and steady. Every word carefully spoke. It's never a good thing when I'm like this.
"Naruto. Stop it. The landlady doesn't allow animals, let alone a fox. He's where he belongs." Iruka says in a sharp voice.
I screw my eyes shut. "I could have asked her to! I would have taken full responsibility for Kurama. Hell, I was the one that saved the poor thing. It wasn't fully healed yet." I wanted to scream at him, but that wouldn't solve anything.
He sighed and rubbed his temples. "I'm sorry Naruto, but that's where he belongs. Please don't be mad at me, I'm only doing what's best for Kurama. I will make it up to you Naruto. Your birthday is in a few days. Anything you want, just ask and it's yours. Kakashi and I both agree that this is the right thing to do. We took him to a vet and she said he was safe to go back to his mother and is what was right."
I began to cry half way through Iruka's explanation. He was right, and I'm acting like a kid. Iruka hugged me and I held him tightly. I held him like I was going to lose him and he patted my head Running a hand through my hair like I like it. He began massaging my scalp and I felt my tears reseeding. I faintly hear Kakashi shut his laptop and walk to us. He joins our hug.
Kakashi knew what Iruka was really planning, and he was all for it, 100%. He didn't imagine Naruto to cry, no he thought he would throw a fit and go looking for the kit fox. Just wait till your birthday, Naruto. That's when everything will get better for you. Kakashi wrapped his strong arms tighter around his lover and his lover's son.
No, not's Iruka's kid. Kakashi thought to himself as he rested his head in Iruka's shoulder. Ours. I'm hugging our child, Naruto. Kakashi hummed to himself and the hug broke apart.
I rubbed my eyes and ran to grab Sasuke. We all ate dinner and cleaned up. Sasuke and I had a water and soap fight in the kitchen and ended up cleaning up the mess.
By the time Sasuke and I actually got to work in my room, we were soaked from doing to the dishes. I shut my door and pulled out all the paperwork needed. I started up my computer and waited for the old thing to connect to the internet.
I laughed at Sasuke. "Hn, why are you laughing dobe?" He hissed as he pulled on his wet shirt.
"You looked like a drowned cat." I chuckled. He threw a pillow at me, and I threw it back. It hit him in the face and he made a mmph sound. I laughed harder. I threw my shirt off and in my closet. I will get to it later.
"You don't look any better dobe," Is what Sasuke said before he tackled me to the floor. We wrestle back and forth. In the end I pin him to the floor.
Crying triumphally, "Ha, I told you I top!" I yell in his face. He smirks and jabs a marker in my ribs. I scream and he rolls us over, sitting on top of me.
He smirks again. "No dobe, I'm on top, you bottom. Always." He says quite loudly.
I growl. "You damn teme, that hurt, don't poke me there. It hurts." He pokes and rubs the marker into my chest. I squirm and cry out. "Stop, that hurts. Stop pushing it in bastard." He starts tickling me by running it down my sides. "Okay, seriously, ha, stop bast -haha- ard. Stop rubbing it there. It tickles." I couldn't control my laughing.
He jabs me hard again and my laughing seizes. "Teme! Stop pushing so hard!" I yell. I'm sure I heard footsteps head toward my room, but the pain takes my mind away.
"Idiot, stop struggling and admit that I'm top. And relax, your so tight." He frowns and hold me down harder.
I struggle some more. My breath comes out in pants. I really need to stop holding my breath. "I would relax if you would stop rubbing me so hard. That hurts you know?" I scowl.
He smirk and shrugs. "No, I wouldn't know because I don't bottom."
Anger explodes and I sit up suddenly. It throws Sasuke off and I leap onto him. Settling in between his thighs and holding his hands by his head. I hiss in his face. "Look who's on the bottom now?" I take the marker from his hand and start jabbing him with it.
"Okay, dobe- ow- stop. I get it. Stop hitting so hard. Hey, don't poke me there!" Sasuke yells when I poke him in the chest, hard.
Sasuke wiggles his hands free and starts tickling me again. My arms wobble before I collapse on his chest. I start wiggling around in his lap, laughing into his chest. I felt his chest rumble from laughter and he tickles me more.
Wiggling and grinding more, by accident of course, a small, barely there moan leaves Sasuke as I feel something hard poke my stomach. Both our ministrations freeze as we stare at each other.
I grow curious to what caused that sound. Was it pain, or what? I roll my hips once more, wanting to know why he moaned. When I feel something hard rub against my cock, I mewl loudly, and he releases a small gasp.
The door opens suddenly and Kakashi steps inside. "Naruto, you are supposed to be working on your project. Remember I have to take Sasuke home, and I'm sure he wants to go home dry."
Kakashi's eye closes as he smiles and looks between the two of us. I blush and throw myself from Sasuke. "N- no, it's n-not like t-th-that. I swear. He was poking me with a marker and I poked him back, that's all." I stammer.
Kakashi smiles slyly and blinks. "Mhm, sure. Stammer and blush noted." He says out loud and leaves my room.
I blow out the air I was holding and rub the back of my neck. Sasuke was adjusting something but his back was turn towards me. Damn. What the hell is happening?
