Well, this is probably too much for an opening, anyway, but I feel as though my faithful subscribers need to see this :D (If they haven't already) It's an anonymous review on my last chapter.

Also, this chapter is kind of short an plotless :D

Review

..are you out of your mind? ... Just... what in the hell does any of this have to do with Naruto? Nothing... you can say you're using them as a proxy... but then all you're admitting is you didn't want to write about Naruto but you wanted to try and cookie-cut what you psychotically assume to be their character traits for yet another one of these trite, hackneyed 800 million of 'em yaoi fanfics. ...just go watch brokeback mountain already you useless waste of carbon. We could have thousands of good pencils, but instead we got you: a mutated monkey who mentally masturbates and gibbers at people instead of flinging it. I could further insult your intelligence, your writing (grammatical errors by the way and poor pacing), and a litany of other things but mostly I think I'll point out the obvious.. something you might've missed in your egress into yoursicko--in-the-head make believe world YOU ARE A LOSER. YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO YOUR PARENTS YOU DISGUST THEM, ME, AND EVERYONE ELSE YOU ARE HIDDEN ON THE NET BUT REPUGNANT TO ALL OTHERS AROUND YOU SAVE FOR OTHER DEVIANTS. Only other mentally challenged societal leaches will appreciate you... and only then because you serve as a false case to them that their own actions are okay. THEY'RE NOT. You're not okay. whine, , or whatever now... just dont ignore. Accept that you are not okay as you are. GET HELP.

First of all, he thought I was such a FUCK in the head as he says, a cuss word would bother me. So he put stars. I'm not afraid to say any of that.

Second of all, his grammar/spelling is wrong, so he shouldn't make fun of mine, although I do actually appreciate the fact he pointed out something I'm aware of, being the grammar. (Sarcasm)

and last but not least, if there are 800 million yaoi fics out there, why am I so BAD? He points it out himself that there are so many and so many people are doing it, so I must really be the worst of all.

I have TWO fan fictions on yaoi. One with more straight couples.

This is simply me writing what I want to write. If he had a problem with the couple, the fact that it was yaoi, or the way I portrayed it, he should have left his grammar criticism and been done with it.

I will NOT let anyone tell me what I am or what's right and wrong. He thinks me and all of the people supporting me, (Reading this fan fiction,) Have no minds and need mental help. He asked me to not ignore him, and then what does he do? Signs it anonymous.

This story will continue, and I WILL not let him take down my self esteem. This is fan fiction, and it was made so we could do whatever we wanted to twist up an original story line.

Thank you for listening to my rant :D I hope to see your opinions in reviews :D

It was around nine o' clock at night when we finally got back. I'd finally get to see his house.

"You're kidding me, right?" I asked.

"Uh no, I'm not." Sasuke answered, confused.

"And you live here alone?" If there was anything more ridiculous then his hair, which looked great on him and only him, it was his house. If house is what you could call it.

"There use to me more people in it," He said, understanding my point.

"Yeah, four! You live in a MANSION." I answered, still starring at the building in front of me. "It's HUGE!"

"My dad was the leader of the clan. He has a big house." His voice didn't have the same tone. I knew he was holding back more emotion. This whole subject was touchy. Very touchy.

"Well…yeah, anyway, can I see the inside?" I asked, trying to drop subject.

"Sure…Please don't break anything." He added after a short pause.

"Hey!" I yelled back. He didn't answer, we both knew I was clumsy.

Sasuke stepped forward onto his porch and opened the sliding door. I followed him in, and copied him when he stepped on his heels to take off his shoes. He left them more orderly then I did, mine strewn within a few feet of each other.

The inside, like the outside, was big and beautiful. However, it still had that eerie, ghostly feel to it. It was dusty, so much he must have never dusted it.

Not to mention, in the corner of my mind, it bothered me to be walking through a murder site.

Aside from the dust, his kitchen, sitting room, and bathroom on the lower floor were all unorganized. He showed me through all of them, and I noticed some clothes and even trash in places.

"Sasuke, are you secretly a house slob?" I asked.

He glared at me momentarily then said, "A little, I suppose. Like you're any better."

"Only when it comes to food." I replied, feeling high and mighty. I left expired food in the house, and had no means of organizing things that were un-refrigerated.

He showed me the backyard through another door on the side of the house, it wasn't very big, (I had expected much bigger, seeing his house,) but it was complete with a fountain.

Then suddenly he said, "The rooms are upstairs, but I'm not sure where you should sleep. There's my single bed in my room, and my parents room. I don't really want anyone in there."

I could understand that. I could also understand why he didn't even mention his brother's room. He had probably put boards over the door, or some other extreme. Went in and destroyed it, I don't know. Something.

"In a house this big, you're telling me you don't have a guest bed?" I asked.

He glared at me again, but then it quickly subsided to a smirk. "Yes, I am. You can sleep in my bed. I have a futon I can lay out on the floor." He said, causing me to shake my hands.

"Is that really nessic-" I started, but he cut me off.

"Yes, it is. Come upstairs."

The upstairs was a hallway that led straight out another door. This lead to an open air balcony on the side of the house, over looking the yard from earlier. I followed him all the way to the end of the balcony, passing three doors.

As I suspected, the second door we passed was boarded shut.

At the third door he stopped, opening it. His room was the most unorganized of all. Kunai, scrolls, and books lay scattered across his floor. His bed was on the back wall, centered. He had black sheets and two white pillows.

The bed was un-maid, too.

"Sasuke, in the morning I'm organizing your house. At least this room." I said, no questioning tone in my voice. "I can't believe supposedly perfect Sasuke is a slob." The smile could be heard in my voice.

"Be unorganized and being a slob are two different things." He said matter-of-factly.

"Sure. Whatever." I answered, shaking my head.

"I'll be right back." He said suddenly, leaving the room.

I looked at the floor. Why not start now? It was the least I could do since he intended to let me LIVE here.

I started with the scrolls, rolling them up and re-tying them. When I had collected the three unrolled ones from the floor, I went to his dresser to set them there.

I stopped, seeing something of interest. Our team seven picture, framed and in the center of his dresser.

I picked it up and sat on his bed, starring at the picture. My copy had been forgotten, probably pinned to a bulletin board or in a drawer. I didn't like it, or him, very much back then.

"What are you looking at?"

I jumped, hearing his voice right over my shoulder.

"Oh that. Don't you have one?"

"I got one," I answered. "But I don't know where it is. I'm surprised you actually kept it, and framed it, and put it where you could see it…" I trailed off. It didn't sound much like Sasuke at all.

He shrugged without much motion. "It has you on it."

The simple way he answered made me almost giggle, but I held back.

"Where'd you go?" I asked.

"To get that." He pointed at a futon that was now upright on his floor. I hadn't heard him come in and set it down, weird. It was a thin, smaller then twin mattress. It was white with a white sewn on pillow, and he brought up a blue blanket that he had thrown over it.

"Do you think something interesting will happen tomorrow?" I asked, totally off topic. I was walking around picking up the kunai knives and stacking the books.

"Maybe…Naruto, I just thought of something."

I finished picking up everything, then sat down on his un-maid bed. "Yeah, what?"

He sat on the futon at the floor. "When we're around Sakura, should we pretend to hate each other?"

I nearly cringed at the thought. Sakura was a complication. I knew Sasuke would willingly tell her off and tell her he was with me, but I didn't want to hurt my friend. She liked Sasuke a lot.

"Is pretending to hate each other possible?" I asked.

"Yes. We still argue and yell at each other. Even now. Well, not now, but when the need arises." He replied.

"If we slip up, we tell her. Otherwise, we just…act natural?" I offered.

"Act natural." He repeated.

I sighed, "Are you really going to sleep on that thing? You should sleep in your-" I started.

"Leave it alone, I'm fine." He cut me off. "But just incase something interesting happens," He used emphasis on interesting teasing me about earlier. "We should get to sleep. It's late. We can move your stuff over here later. I'll have a clean shirt for you in the morning, but you'll have to stick to your pants and jacket."

Totally inhuman sounding for Sasuke to be SPEAKING this much. It was weird, but I liked his voice and we weren't arguing. I can't complain.

And now, even more, I could see he actually had a personality. It was hard to tell before. Actually, not hard to tell, I had labeled him show-offy jerk. He still was, but he had a personality he showed me now that I had never seen.

"No problem!" I replied, unzipping my jacket. "I just won't sleep in it." I left it hanging on his bedpost.

He rolled over on his side. "One more thing, do you snore?"

I growled and said, "Like you don't?"

"Maybe I do." He replied. I could hear the smirk in his voice.

I organized the covers on his un-maid bed, then lifted them. Still totally awkward, but I didn't find my self much bothered by it. I rolled up in a ball underneath the sheets, and tested the pillow. It smelled like him.

"Hey Sasuke?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah?" He mumbled.

"Goodnight. I love you." It was still hard to say.

"I love you, too."

So, did I mention to leave reviews on your opinions of that guy?