Author's note: Okayyyy. I knowww it took me almost another two years to churn out another chapter. I'm sorry! T_T But honestly I did have majority of it done to begin with, I just got busier and busier and never had the time to even finish it let alone start chapter 4. I hope you all will accept this long awaited chapter as a token of my apology. To describe my life since my last update in a nutshell... I got a job and worked. A LOT. Then I quit said job and got another one and made clothes while I was at it. Now my current job keeps me even busier and not to mention I have plans to enter the school fashion show this year will also contribute to my already busy schedule. Oh and all at the same time I'm also looking at internships already. Whoo hoo. All for the sake of becoming an upstanding contributing citizen of society. Well enough of my drivel. ON TO THE STORYYYY.
"Will You Be My Sky?"
Chapter 3: A Day In The Life
The moment I drove away from the school, I began to feel as if something interesting was going to happen…. Soon. Like someone had evil plans for me in the near future. But of course I believed it to be impossible; after all I had just moved to this area and barely knew anyone (beside Naruto's weird friends).
Once I arrived home, I quickly shook the premonition away. I had more important things to do; like finish my homework and throw darts at my custom made Itachi target dartboard (available only in Indonesia, don't ask me why).
"I'm home. Itachi, are you here?" When no one answered, I realized that its times like these that make me realize how boring my life is. After all there's no one home (as usual). Even though I was told this morning that Itachi would be here already, I'm glad I don't have to see his annoying face now. With a sigh I threw my book bag into a chair and dug out a notebook to begin the assignment for Anatomy. To be honest, I don't like this class; it is not only extremely boring, but the teacher is a woman. Two things I dislike; being bored and women. But what can I do? I just have to deal with it, do my work, and get a good grade so I do not have any problems with my father.
Within 20 minutes, I finished the book assignment and felt even more bored. Great, at this rate I'm going to start sounding like Naruto's sleepy friend; what was his name? Waka? Or was it Chiga? Whatever, who cares.
Well the only remedy I had was to complete the rest of my homework.
3 hours later, everything was finished and I had nothing left to do, not even throwing darts at my dumb older brother's face seemed appealing anymore. And let me tell you, that says a lot.
Seriously, there's nothing I relish more than throwing darts at that dart board.
"I wonder what Naruto is doing…" I muttered as I stared at the ceiling from the comfort of my couch, imagining the type of pictures that formed from the ridges and lines.
Seconds later, I sat up quickly and shook my head. 'Why did I think..err say that?' I thought as stood up from the reassuring warmth.
"Okay Sasuke, calm down. You're just bored and anything can come to mind during boredom. Hm. Next thing you know you'll actually consider calling the guy haha." I laughed to myself at my stupid joke. 'Of course that's not going to happen. Ever.' I thought as I marched up the stairs to my bedroom.
'I'll just waste time online.' Thus I opened my laptop and clicked the browser… Now what?
Then the idea occurred to me that I had no idea what to do online.
"Oh. Crap. I forgot to e-mail Neji!" I exclaimed as I opened up my inbox, Neji was kind of the closest friend I had back in New York. I don't know if we could call each other best friends or not since we were just associated by our families.
Neji,
I apologize for my lack of communication with you recently; things have been quite eventful since transferring down here. I have yet to find a private school that is the equivalent of St. Francis, so for now I am attending a public school. It is not as horrendous as we had both imagined, it is just not academically on par with our school back home. I hope all is well with you and your family in the city. Keep in touch.
-Sasuke
After finishing the message, I clicked the 'send' button; with a sigh, closed the laptop, and collapsed on the bed.
A couple of minutes passed and I stuffed my hand in my pocket to pull out my cell phone; to see that it was only 6:10 pm.
"What that fuck." I blatantly said as if cursing a surreal being that was causing time to go by excruciatingly slowly. Seriously, does time want to be number one on my shit list? Because that would most certainly replace Itachi on that list; or share a spot with him.
I could not take it any longer, I needed something to do. So I did the thing I did not want to do in the first place; I called Naruto. Or I had tried to the first couple of times; I began to feel nervous every time I was on the verge of dialing his number. The palms of my hands got all sweaty and I felt as if my heart would pound out of my chest. Why was I making such a big deal out of this? It was just a phone call! So I took a deep breath and dialed his number.
Minutes later and ring tones later…
"Helloooo you have reached the cell phone of Naruto Uzumaki. How may I help you?" His sickeningly hyper voice spoke.
"Um. Hey." I said anxiously in response to his cheery greeting which in turn caused the beating in my chest to quicken (if that were even possible).
"Oh Sasuke! I'm sooo glad you called; actually, I was thinking of calling you right now as well, funny huh? You read my mind you little icy psychic you!" He quipped quickly and loudly as I moved the phone away from my ear to lower the volume. Damn, he even speaks loud on the phone.
'Icy psychic? What the fuck does that mean?' I thought as he continued prattling on about how I read his mind and how awesome that was or how I should stay out of it.
I cleared my throat which triggered his silence. "So… What's up?" I uneasily asked as I sat up and crossed my legs Indian-style on my bed.
In retort to my question, he began to laugh; though it wasn't obnoxious like I thought it would be, but joyful and pleasing. At that moment I knew he knew that I was nervous, after all I rarely made phone calls in the first place. "Uh… What's so funny?" I inquired curiously.
"Ha, nothing. Well… Its just that… Um. Y-you sounded so… Un-bastard-like just now, haha." He sputtered out a tad sheepishly.
"Sorry…" I replied as I flicked a stray strand of hair out of my face.
"What are you sorry for? It was…kinda nice." Naruto stated simply with his soothingly warm voice.
For some reason everything about just exuded a type of sweet kind of warmth, from his bright blond hair to his lively personality. It was strange to be around, but a good kind of strange.
"Hn." I grunted as an awkward silence ensued.
"Great there ya go again with the monosyllabic sounds. Speak English man!" He exclaimed gruffly as though the silence had not occurred.
"Do you even know what monosyllabic means?" I asked arrogantly making sure he could hear my smirk over the phone. Ah yes, how much I relish in riling him up. It almost rivals my enjoyment in dart throwing. Okay not almost, I'd say it is slightly above. That says a lot doesn't it?
With an angry yell he snapped back a strand of insults and threats. "Of course I know what it means you prick! I'm not an idiot! Monosyllabic means one syllable or a brief reply! Which, you did just now!" Yadda Yadda. He kept on going of course; but I didn't mind, just hearing his voice was entertaining enough.
So I interrupted his rambling, just for the hell of it. "So what are you up to, besides nearly making me deaf?" I inquired.
"That is rude! You can't ju-" Once more I cut him off with the same question.
"What. Are. You. Up. To?" After hearing him grumble about bastards like me who cut off people's sentences he finally replied.
"Nothing really, just talking to you I guess."
"Finished your homework?" I asked as I grabbed my pillow and hugged it to my chest.
"What are you, my father?" He countered as if it wasn't my business.
"You haven't finished, have you?" I stated bluntly, and as if right on the nail he groaned before answering.
"…No."
"And why is that?" I asked as threw the pillow aside and laid back down.
"." He uttered in embarrassment.
I sighed as I sat up once more. "…At this rate you'll never get it finished. How typical of you, dobe."
Why was it that I felt like I had known Naruto all my life? It had only been two days and I already knew how he was. Just what exactly was he doing to me? The Sasuke Uchiha of 3 days ago would have never called anyone or take delight in just making someone mad. Or even want to be aware of someone's whereabouts and activity. Within the few days of knowing Naruto, he had turned the emotionless Sasuke's world upside down. Except now that emotionless side of me had begun to cease to exist; what is this that I am feeling?
"Teme! I can so get it done! The problem is…" The blond jibed before initiating a small silence.
"You need help?" I questioned, for some reason I knew that he was having trouble with oen of the assignments.
He grumbled. "Yes."
"With math?" I asked before hearing him grunt once more.
"Yes."
"Want me to help you?" I offered, after all I had nothing better to do really. Besides I'm still curious about why Naruto was staring at me during lunch today.
"Please." He replied with slight desperation in his voice.
"Send me your address and I'll be there shortly." I demanded as I stood and began to rummage through my closet to grab a plain black t-shirt.
"Alright then, see ya." He said before hanging up. Within a couple of minutes of receiving his address, I quickly looked up directions and was on my way immediately.
It was refreshing to be a different Sasuke Uchiha, yet it began to slightly unnerve me. As I drove, I began to think; 'what if being around Naruto will change me to the point that the mask I had gingerly built over the years cracks? Will I even be the cold hearted bastard I had grown to become anymore?'.
Though once I had found the Umino/Uzumaki residence, I brushed those alarmingly ideas aside and pulled into the driveway.
After turning off the engine, I stepped out the car and walked towards the front door. Just as I was about to ring the doorbell, the inevitable happened.
My cell phone started to go off (the ringtone at the time was nothing special to be honest, just a normal ring); and lo and behold, I looked at the caller I.D. and it was the person I despise the most on the planet. If you guessed Charlie Sheen, well; you must be an idiot.
"What do you want Itachi?" I answered gruffly.
I could hear the proverbial sinister cackle in his smirk (which is not smirkier than mine thank you!) as he spoke. "Oh is that how a younger sibling supposed to treat their favorite older brother?"
"Hardly my favorite. And you're the only brother I have… Unfortunately." I retorted maliciously. Seriously, this was not the time to be talking to my jerk-ass older brother. Especially since I was about to hang out with Naruto.
"Dear baby brother, that is quite cruel of you. If only you knew how highly I think of you." Itachi stated slyly, his words dripping with sarcasm.
"Quit fooling around. Now what do you want?" I asked, getting straight to the point. Another reason I hate my brother is the way he beats around the bushes in conversations.
"Would you believe me if I said I was worried?" He questioned me with his usual frigid tone of voice.
"No." I snapped.
"Thought so. Just was curious of your whereabouts, since I am fairly surprised to not find you at home." He stated coolly, thus causing the vein in my temple to throb.
Oh how you piss me off so.
"I'm at someone's house." I replied briskly.
"Is this someone a friend? Or something more?" Itachi asked with an evilly nosy voice.
I huffed in irritation. "It is none of your business. Happy?"
"Yes. I just wanted to know. And also warning you to not come home for several of hours." He said as I fiddled with a couple of strands my hair.
"And why is that?" I asked as I began to pace a little on the walkway of the doorstep.
I suddenly regretted asking that question as soon as I heard his perverted evil chuckle. "Inviting a 'friend' over and having you here would just; kill the mood."
I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "Gee, so glad you think of me." I spoke scornfully. "Well if that is all you wanted to tell me, then the purpose of this stupid conversation has been fulfilled. Bye." And before he could get another word in, I hung up.
Thus I walked back up to the front door and finally rang the doorbell. Which was answered quicker than you could say 'beef ramen' by a familiar hyperactive blond (and that says a lot).
He greeted me with that usual mischievous glint in his eyes and that grin that would make the Cheshire cat turn green with envy. "Welcome to le maison du Uzumaki!" he exclaimed in incorrect French, which I was too lazy to care about correcting. I would get to it later.
"So apparently I have just been kicked out from my own house." I began as I stepped inside as removed my shoes (as I am personally accustomed to).
"Oh? And just how did you manage that?" He asked curiously as he closed the door and fumbled with the lock.
"My brother decided to bring someone home." I stated plainly as I examined in the surroundings. From the outside, the house was a boring sight; cream walls, brown doors, and whatever. However the inside, was a different story. Someone had definitely done their color coordinating homework or something because everything seemed to blend quite well. It was an explosion of warm colors of deep burgundies to russet (and not obnoxious) oranges that exemplified the tight relationship of this small family. I suppose the term that could apply here would be that Naruto's home was very much "lived in"; whereas in comparison, my home always seemed to feel somewhat lifeless.
"I don't see that as a good reason to kick you out of your own house." Naruto said densely as he led the way to his room. I nearly smacked myself, 'he is much slower than I thought'.
"If you knew my brother you would understand his reasoning." I simply responded, after deciding to not explain the context behind my previous words. Naruto seemed to be the naïve and thick-headed type, so it was best not to soil his somewhat innocent mind (I say somewhat because most teen boys are fairly filthy minded usually).
"If I knew your brother, I would imagine he would be a lot like you." The blond stated nonchalantly as he led me towards his room, passing several picture frames of that expressed his growth over the years.
Irritation flared up inside me at his statement but I was resolved to maintain my cool. "Oh really? What makes you say that?" I inquired with a raised brow.
"I'm not so sure, however I do think the fact you two are related and share the same upbringing would be an aspect that formed the type of people you've become." He answered thoughtfully which in turn surprised me. I never really figured he would be the kind of person who would say something that would actually make sense. But what he said in that moment made me think about my relationship with my brother and the reasons I dislike him, well not in that exact moment but his words stuck with me for a long time until I had the guts to truly analyze it all.
I had not realized that I had entered in such a pensive reverie until I felt someone poke my forehead. "Yo Sasuke you okay?" Naruto questioned me as he waved his tanned hand around in my face.
"Yea." I mumbled as I swiftly grabbed his hand to stop his annoying movements. "Just remembered something, that's all."
"And that would be….?" Naruto began before trailing off as if trying to get interesting information out of me.
"None of your business of course." I bluntly told him with one of my oh so amazing smirks, but the teasing smirk not the usual smirk.
"Bastard." He huffed as he tried punching me with his free hand, which I caught because I knew he was not even trying to hit me for real. Perfect timing, I was beginning to wonder when would the right time to get an answer out of the dumbass. Though as soon as he realized that I had him locked in my grasp he began to squirm. "Let go." He demanded as he struggled to move his wrists.
"No." I simply replied as I gripped his wrists tightly. "I'm curious about something Naruto." I continued as he began to step backwards in resistance.
"Curious about what bastard?" The blond exclaimed as continued to step backwards until he was against the doorway to his room (we really like doorways).
"Just a silly thought. But, why were you staring at me so attentively during lunch?" I finally questioned him as my dark eyes gazed down on him. He immediately stopped wriggling.
"…Is that all you wanted to know?" The blue eyed blond asked flatly. With a sigh, he looked down and then moved his head up so his azure eyes would meet mine. "You really are a sadistic bastard, do you know that?" At his statement I rolled my eyes and loosened my clutch a little.
"… I guess now I do." I uttered as I lowered my arms (with Naruto's in tow).
"Well if you really wanna know…" Naruto began, but then huffed in a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment.
"Go on." I pressed the matter urgently.
"… I already told you! You eat like a fancy lady!" He exclaimed loudly. "Even the way you delicately chew and nibble is proof that you eat like a princess! There! I said it!" The blond cried out nervously before turning his face away from mine.
"…." I stayed silent for a couple minutes, and in those minutes I felt like (metaphorically) I had been castrated and my masculinity was sent to the poorhouse to be consumed a la barbeque. Thus suddenly the oddest of mental images came to me in the form of me dressed in a dark blue ball gown that would rival Cinderella's with a little silver tiara that was encrusted with diamonds and onyx upon my dark tresses. Now the question that came to my mind was; 'why I did I even think up those small details?'
I felt my eye twitch which was my cue to come back to reality and to stop thinking up ridiculous things. At the sounds of what I identified as the blond chuckling, I furrowed my brow and sighed.
Time to save my masculinity. "Just because I grew up learning proper manners and etiquette does not mean I eat like a princess. It just means I do not stuff my face excessively and eat with my hands like a barbarian. Like someone I know." I said as I glanced in the blond's direction as I implied that he was the barbarian. 'Serves you right for eating in such a primitive way, even Genghis Khan would be appalled to eat at the same table as you!' I thought as I leered impishly.
"Gee, I wonder who you're referring to." He responded sarcastically. "You already made your point earlier why reiterate the whole barbarian statement? I get it, I eat like a wild animal and your luscious lips sip water like British people drink tea in the afternoon." He said gruffly.
At this, his words piqued my interest. 'My luscious lips huh' So I decided to play a little game with him. "So I eat like a lady huh?" I remarked as I set my dark gaze upon his azure eyes.
"Yep. You totally do." He retorted.
"And I sip water like fancy British women at teatime?" I mentioned with a playful grin.
At this he just sighed and closed his eyes before replying. "Yes. Just like Kate Middleton."
"And…I have… luscious lips?" I commented curiously as I tightened my hold on his wrists (I had almost forgotten my hands were there).
"Yes. So lusciously pretty like Angelina Jol-" And before he could finish, his blue eyes snapped open in shock and his tanned face began to flush.
'Aha, I finally caught you.' I thought as I began to bring my face closer to his only to look intently into his bright cerulean eyes.
Now, I'm sure at this point you're wondering if I actually managed to help him finish his homework. The answer is: yes, because if he didn't, the purpose of my visit would have been meaningless. Now as much as I would love to continue on and finish talking about this scene, I'm going to be (as Naruto would call it) a sadistic bastard leave that for Naruto to tell. After all, I personally would rather know his viewpoint of this part of the story.
A/N: Yes, I tease and then nothing happens. Totally on purpose.
I'm a terrible person I know, even I hate it when authors do this garbage yet I did it. Even though I do not even know when the next update will be.
oh such is my life! only comprised of designing clothes and folding bras and panties for money. -_-
fyi: yes, the chapter title did come from a song by the Beatles... Good song.
R&R appreciated and may actually inspire to write more! you never knowww! ;D