Author's Note: Here you go. The last chapter. I hope you enjoyed staying with me. I certainly enjoyed myself writing this.
Chapter 3
Finishing up my food, I hastily threw away the empty containers and wiped the wooden dining table clean. Surprising, isn't it? With a loudmouth, hyperactive ball of sugar you'd thought my place would resemble a sewer stuffed into a box, a very small box. But no, I like to keep my apartment and belongings neat and tidy. Everybody assumed that since I've been living alone all my life, I wouldn't know any chores or wouldn't even know how to hold a brush, but isn't being alone all the more reason to learn that stuff?
It's official. I have gone crazy and it's all because of Uchiha's fault. Why? Because aside from being a humungous bastard he's also self-centred, conceited, vain and an asshole that never fails to clog my mind. I sighed, going to my room reaching for my cigarettes. I opened my window but instead of sitting down I climbed out and made my way to my roof. The salvation that is my roof; also one of my smoking spots. I could also see a growing pile of cigarette butts. I took one stick and placed one in between my lips and lighted it. I took a relaxing drag the nicotine proving its worth once again. Sakura often asks me why I keep insisting on smoking, I simply say I'm addicted and couldn't stop. Of course she believes it, she doesn't see through my well-worn mask after all. If you ask me why I can't stop I'll probably shrug at you and say the same and you wouldn't realize I've been telling you lies. Honestly, I smoke because it makes me feel human, it makes me feel like I'm always relaxed and rejuvenated. As fucked up and retarded it may sound, smoking makes me happy. Truly happy. That's why I can't just give up on cigarettes because that would mean giving up my source of consistent happiness.
Exhaling the smoke out of my mouth I suddenly remembered the reason of my late night rooftop gallivanting. Uchiha Sasuke.
"Damn bastard." I grumbled under my breath. The bastard was probably sleeping like a log and I'm here on my rooftop smoking like a chimney alone with him plaguing my thoughts.
The Uchiha had been on my mind since he unravelled his reason for returning. After that fateful day, he had been nice and caring almost showing the signs of courtship and surprisingly enough, every time we would hang out it wasn't awkward or forced, it came natural for us to be together. Although, when I confronted him he just shrugged and told me he was trying to be nice for a change and yet he still can't give his fangirl's the time of day. Poor souls. I inhaled of what was left of my stick, quickly pulling out another one from the pack. Hot damn, the Uchiha is driving me insane. One moment I freak out when he's around and blush like a giggling schoolgirl and the next moment I feel like castrating the guy. I mean, its not as if I love him or anything.
After having that thought, it's as if a light bulb went up in head. Love? I've never loved anyone. Maybe except for Iruka but still, that's different. Do I really love the bastard? Have I been in love when I forgave him too easily? Have I been deluding myself from the truth all this time?
"Sweet suffering holy fucking Jesus." I sighed. "Damn, I am in love with the bastard."
"So, you're in love with me huh?" A low baritone voice came out from behind me. I stiffened when I immediately recognized who it was. "Took you long enough to figure it out." He chuckled softly as he sat beside me, taking a cigarette from my pack placing it in his mouth and lighted it. I watched in awe as he took a slow drag; I mean, I never even looked that cool when I smoke.
"Uh-huh." I replied being the eloquent person that I am. Wondering to myself why he was here in my rooftop.
"Good, because I love you too." He took one last drag before exhaling the smoke and facing me. Before I could even say anything or retort for that matter he pulled me by my shirt, placing me in his lap and nuzzled my neck. I shivered as I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck, giving me goose bumps.
"Oi, bastard?" I somewhat managed to ask in a not so squeal-ish manner. He gave me no verbal answer but he did but on the junction of my neck and shoulder making me moan softly. Taking that as his signal for me to go on, I continued.
"What were doing in my rooftop?" He bit the same spot again making me hiss from the slight pain and then licked the red mark making eyes lull at the back of my head.
"I couldn't sleep so I decided to take a walk." He continued giving me hickeys all over my neck and shoulders. I sighed in content, I feel like a puddle.
"And then?" I asked, easing from his embrace slightly and turned my body around to face him wrapping my legs on his waist. He caressed my cheeks before leaning into my whisper, his hot breath tickling my ear sending me into another fit of goose bumps.
"And then, I saw you smoking like there's no tomorrow." He bit my earlobe making me moan from pure bliss. For a guy that never went out with anybody before, Sasuke sure knew how to please.
"Then what?" I wrapped my arms around his neck, whatever gap was between us was now gone. Feeling Sasuke's warm body pressed against mine made me feel human. It made me feel happy.
"Then I decided to bother you, hoping that I could get you to spar with me." He lowered his face facing mine, his lips gently brushing against my own. He smelt of tobacco and I was sure I do as well. "But this is way better than sparring." He then leaned in and pressed his lips against mine.
For once in a very long time, my mind was free of all thoughts and worries. Only two things that ran in my mind and those were Sasuke Uchiha and cigarettes. Comparing the two, I concluded Uchiha was way better than any form of nicotine.