Disclaimer: I own nothing. Have fun reading. I'm pretty sure almost all of you are pissed at me right now because the genre I put it was romance and humour. It is romance I'll tell you that but my sense of humour is definitely different than what most of you may find funny. The story may not be humorous as in ha-ha funny but it's more of the witty kind of funny.
Chapter 2
I stood up stretching and cracking my taut bones I looked at the clock. The weird Chinese guy that delivers the food will be here any minute. Speaking of the devil, a faint knock rang out through my door, opening it paying the man and closing the door without so much of a thank you. I opened the brown paper bag quickly emptying them and started to eat without even bothering to put on plates. I mean, I am alone and I'm going to end up with a pile of unwashed and dirty dishes. So, why bother? I noticed, after taking my fourth bite of the chow mien, that I got two pieces of fortune cookies.
"Great," mumbling to myself. "Like I need two pieces of cookies to tell me how fortunate I am."
Nonetheless, I keep eating only stopping for a drink of milk. I love milk, I don't know why but I love it. Even though Sasuke returned to Konoha, more like dragged, I still distanced myself with everybody. Except for the bastard. No matter how hard I try to tell myself that the bastard shouldn't be trusted and shouldn't be forgiven too easily, I can't seem to follow. It's as if not forgiving Sasuke would be the reason for not having a peaceful night of sleep.
I still remember the day he entered the gates of Konoha once more, that was four years after he left. Team 7, which was consisted of me, Sakura, Sai and Kakashi-sensei, had just got back from a small mission. It was just a delivery of some scroll and took only a couple of days. We were about to separate our own ways when I saw him in all his Uchiha glory walking like he owns the place. He actually came back on his own goddamn free will. We can tell that he wasn't here to fight. He was just there, walking, entering the village like he had been back from a mission. Before I could go and beat the shit out of him, Kakashi-sensei and a couple of guards surrounded him. Uchiha didn't even resisted when he got arrested and was led to the Hokage Tower. When he was being led away, I saw his neck devoid of the cursed seal. I was surprised. Although I never gave up on the bastard, I was sure as hell assuming that after he'd kill Orochimaru and his brother, he'd never come back; and yet here he is, contradicting my thoughts once more. Tsunade and the elders wanted Sasuke to leave the village being considered a traitor and all, but Uchiha had begged and pleaded from what I heard and came up with a bargain that both the bastard and Tsunade agreed on. Kakashi-sensei told us that it was a year of probation, no missions and shit, and a year and a half of heavy surveillance from jounins. The bastard deserved it.
Realizing I finished eating my chow mien, I took a healthy gulp of cold milk quenching my thirst. Giving out a contented sigh, I reached out on one of the fortune cookies. Hurriedly opening the packaging, I cracked the cookie in the middle revealing a strip of white paper. Taking out the paper, I placed half the cookie on my mouth and started nibbling on the somewhat sugary crisp.
"Hands that touch this slip of paper will never wash dishes," I read aloud. "Damn straight I'll never wash dishes." Chiding to myself. Hell, I don't need a slip of paper to confirm that I don't wash the dishes. My sink has enough proof of that. Shaking my head of how stupid the slip of paper contained, I reached for the other one.
"There is true and sincere friendship between you both." My breath hitched for some reason and I felt my chest tighten.
Sincere friendship, huh? No shit. If you can't call practically tearing the limbs of the bastard just to bring him back home true friendship, then I don't know what is. The first few months of the bastard's probation were somewhat hard on everyone. The villagers were against him being allowed to stay and the bastard would ignore the rest of the world and stay cooped up in that lonely big ass house of his. I can't say that it's a home because everybody knows its not, it's just a house. A big ass, goddamn house to accommodate his living needs. Then I find myself coming over to the bastard's place every single day. I would knock on the door, he would open up just to see who was knocking, we would stare at each other for a good half hour, he would nod, I would nod then I'll leave. It's fucking retarded and no doubt weird, but I think it's our way of acknowledging each other. I think it's my way of telling him that I'm slowly but surely forgiving and trusting him.
This strange activity went on for half a year before he actually said my name and let me inside the house. After letting me in he would sit on the couch, me sitting on the other end, we would stare at each other for a good moment, then he would offer drink, I would decline sometimes accepting, then silence would engulf our thoughts. We both didn't mind the silence, the silence was not unpleasant but it wasn't comfortable either; it was just plain silence. The fucked up part was that, there were a couple of guards watching us from behind. Then after an hour or two, I would nod, he would nod then I would leave. It's a shitty way to hang out but that's how two emotionally challenged sixteen-year-old ninjas hang out. That's the way we are.
Not long though, we had our first heart to heart conversation. It's fucking embarrassing with two jounins watching and listening all throughout the whole ordeal. He told me why he left hoping that I would understand; I did, he told me of his tribulation with Orochimaru, he told me the guy was seriously fucked up but not to be taken lightly, he told me he went through a lot of shit and torture before actually having to kill the guy. He told me that killing Itachi wasn't as fulfilling as he thought it would be. He told me having his brother in his arms fighting death he felt nothing. He told me three days after killing his brother he collapsed from fatigue at some part of the forest and cried for the longest time since the massacre of his clan. He told me he didn't knew the reason why he cried, he just did. He told me the reason he came back was because of me.
Author's Note: Not exactly what you would call fluff, but hey, I'm trying. Hope you didn't get too bored with it. The fortune cookies were actually the inspiration for this fic; that's what I had.