October 8, 1991.
I know exactly where he was taking me. It was obvious, after all. I was underage, I had no money, or shelter…he was taking me to an orphanage; I was positive. He didn't really want to help me; he was on one of those guilt trips which made him feel like he was obliged to do something.
I didn't protest as he made me get into this car without a single word. And frankly, if it were a kidnapper I wouldn't have cared. No one would have cared if I was gone. I'm not exactly important or useful to anybody. So in the next ten minutes, if he did something to me, or left me alone at some orphanage in the middle of nowhere, I don't care. At least I wouldn't cause more trouble to Sasuke.
I left bad. First, he dives in a freezing cold lake to save me, takes me into his home, lets me sleep there, and now he's taking time off his life to make sure I'm safe. I don't deserve this…I don't deserve anything. He looks mad too.
Sasuke hasn't said a word to me since he started driving. As I look over, his scowling and his hands are fidgeting all over the steering wheel. Yeah, he's definitely mad at me.
The car sharply turned, and the next thing I saw was extremely confusing. Why was I here, of all places?
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October 8, 1991.
Was it possible to feel this guilty? Or angry? Apparently, yes.
I knew I did something wrong; I should have never let him leave. Sure, he was a total stranger then, but I should've at least made sure he made it home okay. And now, I'm finding out he doesn't even have a home. And I've been living in my mansion, for how many years? With how many extra rooms?
Wait, no. I can't just adopt him. He wouldn't want to see me; I doubt he even likes me. Naruto's probably planning some sort of escape plan next to me right now, probably why he's been so quiet all this time. Well, I'm not saying anything either. I can't think of what to say.
Why is it, that whenever I'm placed in a scene with Naruto it's always so awkward? Well I know one thing for sure. I'm not dropping him off at some orphanage, and that's when I pulled into my driveway, and stepped out of the car as soon as it was out of motion.
Naruto stared at me, baffled. And downright adorable looking.
"Why are we at your house?" He was genuinely confused.
"Why do you think, dobe? I can't leave you outside. So," I propped open my front door with my foot, "get in."
Naruto's expression didn't change, and he still didn't move, like his feet were glued to the ground. "Why?"
I rolled my eyes, almost irritated at the stupid question. "Why, what?"
"Why are you helping me?"
That caught me off-guard. Truthfully, I don't even know why I didn't just leave him out in the street. My intuition told me it was a bad idea just getting out of the car. But still, what's done is done. And that's why I have the cutest blonde boy two feet in front of me, unwilling to even move, bombarding me with questions.
"Because I want to. Now get in damnit, it's cold." Naruto stepped in, giving me seconds to take everything in, all the flashbacks. Seeing him back in my house brought back those memories… of him sitting innocently on my bed, talking, giggling…
Pouting…
"You don't have to…I'm fine on my own." He faced me, bravely, "You don't have to feel guilty or anything Sasuke. You won't be a bad person by leaving me out there."
My pride was at stake. But hell, who needed pride…I swallowed. "I want to help you, Naruto. Why…why didn't you tell me?"
His face immediately fell. "It wasn't any of your business…I didn't want you to help me…I don't deserve it. I'm just a burden to everyone I meet," He gave me a wavering, pointed look, "I've caused you enough trouble, I've wasted so much of your time—"
"No you haven't damnit! Why can't you accept that I genuinely want to help you? I can't leave you out there…how could you think…that you're a burden?" I snapped. My self-control, my emotionless façade broke, and shattered into millions of pieces.
Lightning flashed, and thunder shook the house. Naruto screamed.
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October 8, 1991.
I don't know how long I laid there, buried in his arms, breathing in his musky scent. The thunderstorm was raging outside, the windows shimmering in rain drops. Sure, Sasuke was asleep, but I wasn't. I can't.
First off, I was too confused. I was sleeping again, in Sasuke's bed, warm. I don't deserve to be warm. I deserved to be out there in the rain; that I knew for sure. And the thunderstorm was too scary. Every flash of lightning left me breathless.
Of course I thought this was strange, I barely knew him. Yet, here I am, cozy in the tight cage of his protective arms, my cheeks stained with dry tears. I don't deserve this, to be treated to nicely.
My head moved up and down on his chest from his relaxed, slow breathing…it was like the ocean, his breathing, and the patter of the water…
Why was he so beautiful…?
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Naruto ran upstairs, out of sight, as the house was engulfed in darkness. Palms on his ears, on the verge of uncontrollable tears, he darted to the familiar bedroom, and hid under the covers of my bed.
He lay there, shuddering, scared, sobbing.
"Shh…Naruto…it's just a storm…"
So the dobe was scared of thunderstorms? Did that mean he was out on the street last week, when that huge storm hit the city? And he was alone, while I slept comfortably in my own bed…that stupid feeling in my stomach just wouldn't go away…
And for the first time in my life, I felt like I needed to protect somebody, hold them, feel them, touch them… I wrapped my arms securely around Naruto, whispering reassurance in his ear…
As he cried quietly…
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The first thing I expected to feel was warmth, but I didn't feel any. I didn't even bother opening my eyes. I knew it; he probably dumped me out in the street after realizing how useless I was. I could even feel the sun hitting my eyelids, making me see only red.
But why was the ground so soft…
I wonder what I'll do now...just keep wandering the streets? I could look for some food…I don't even remember the last time I ate…
I heard a clang of metal, and my eyes flew open, and I screamed.
I fell off of Sasuke's bed in surprise, landing on the smooth, glazed wooden floor with a loud thump and groan of pain. Wait…so he didn't kick me out? Blinking my eyes, I looked around at my surroundings completely dazed. I was in his bedroom. Wow, déjà-vu…
And that's when he ran into the room, panting slightly, "Naruto…are you…um…okay?" Sasuke's eyes rested on my mangled figure, my limbs sprawled across the floor in a bundle of blankets, my face squashed into the floor.
"Jush fine," I assured, yanking my face out of the mess, and rubbing my head.
I heard him chuckle at me. Chuckle? Psh, what a jerk—
"So Naruto," he placed a weird looking metal spatula on the bedside table, "what do you want for breakfast?"
Breakfast? Food? Does that mean he's going to feed me? He'd actually do that? Is this some sort of weird government plan? Are they going to give me food and make me feel safe then abduct me and—
"Why?" I pouted, and crossed my arms across my chest in an X-shape.
He gave me an annoyed look, and it was almost endearing. "When was the last time you ate, dobe?"
"Umm…."
"I'm making pancakes, if you want any…" He looked sympathetic. Another guilt trip, I'm guessing. I'm picked myself off the floor, and pondered for a moment. Maybe, Sasuke was being serious. Maybe he really did want to be around me. I shook the thought away; I'm only getting my hopes up. Nobody would want to be around me…
But something was still on my mind, and it was distracting. I asked him another question.
"What are pancakes?"
Sasuke grinned at me.
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You can all throw tomatoes at me if you want to. I don't mind. Just do it.
I DESERVE IT FOR THIS UNACCEPTABLE CHAPTER!
IT'S NOT EVEN THAT LONG QEDHG DFING GJDNGOLAEG NGEDGNENGRI GREGNER
So yes. Just go to Sasuke's house and borrow his tomatoes…he has crates of them
I'm gonna say thank you again to all my faithful reviewers. You keep me going, and give me the need and want to update. I can't believe you even took the time to click on this, and read it. Seriously. I have no idea how I even got past three reviews
Next update, I don't know really. I go back to school tomorrow, so no computer time…and I have a busy week. I had lots of time today, so I'm taking advantage of it.
And by the way. Pay EXTREMELY close attention to the dates on top of every skip. If not you'll be very confused
I LOVE ALL OF YOU. I IF I COULD I'D INVITE YOU ALL OVER MY HOUSE AND BAKE YOU FRESH CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES.
Disclaimer; -loads gun- "Give me Naruto!"
"No, Scarlett. I'm sorry. But you can have his ass."
"Sweet." –Pockets gun-
-Naruto pops in- "What the hell Kishimoto! You can't give my ass away like—S-Sasuke! W-What are you doing!"
-Smirk- "Scarlett just gave me my birthday present."
"Your birthday was in July!"
I'm sorry…couldn't resist…
/./signouttttttt.