Compulsive Noties!
Will someone PLEASE go look at the lyrics of Talk Dirty To Me by Brett Michaels and tell me that dosen't sound like an uke talking! I mean come on! Have you seen them? Sounds like an Uke to me. Anyway. I just want to remind you I own nothing but the story, and that the story is real. haha. But parts of this chapter have happened to me, like simple things, if you really want to know which parts ask in a review. This chapter it long too! but there are some sad parts...
Itachi's head rounded the corner of the door,
"Otouto? There you are!" He smiled,
"Otouto, why aren't you wearing a shirt? And why are you rubbing your nose bridge?" Itachi had now stepped from behind the door, as Naruto's head came into a place Itachi could see,
"Oh...that's why..."
"Yeah, could you leave now, Nii-san?" He smiled and turned around, just as Kisame's head popped from behind the door as well. I exhaled sharply,
"You brought him, too?" Itachi nodded, before hitting Kisame's head softly with the palm of his hand,
"Go. Otouto? We'll be back tomorrow, that gives you enough time to...clean up." I closed my eyes and sighed, as I shook my head,
"Nii-san, it's two in the fucking morning, even if I didn't have a guest, I wouldn't want you here." I calmly replied before looking back at him, he just smiled as he hid the rest of his body behind the door once again,
"One more thing, Otouto,"
"Yes?"
"Your tiara's falling off-"
"Get. Out!" I yelled pointing to the door. He began laughing hysterically, and shut it. Not before waving good bye.
"Your brother?" Naruto asked, moving to sit at the other end.
"And his boyfriend."
"His blue boyfriend?"
"It's a long story."
"I don't think you've noticed, but I have time." I smiled.
"Oh, and your brother, he's gay?"
"Yeah, he has been for a long time, since we were kids. When I turned ten, I couldn't find a girlfriend, we would pat me on the head and say, 'One day, we'll both bring home our boyfriends, and mom will have a heart attack when one of us is caught making out on the couch.' Then he'd smile, and I'd shake his hand off my head and say. 'You will, not me.' Boy was I wrong." I began to laugh again. I curled my legs up against my chest.
"And the blue guy?"
"Kisame...he's a little weird. One he's blue, but he has this obsession...with fish."
"And your brother's okay with this?"
"Yeah...but I'll tell you right now, if you ever come with me to their house, don'tlook in any of the closets. Because some of them have some pretty weird stuff. Anyway, when he was a kid he had a scientist dad. And Kisame was his test subject. Oh and let me add in, his dad was very racist. So he was going to create a formula to make everyone the same color. A few test went wrong, and walla! You have the little blue boy that was here earlier."
"Wow. Life must be really hard for your brother and him." I scoffed and smiled,
"You have no idea. Not only are they made fun of because Kisame's blue, but Itachi loves PDA." Naruto coughed,
"PDA?" I nodded,
"Yes. It can get pretty...nasty. It's part of the reason I don't like being seen with them. I love them both, so much, but...there are somethings you just don't need to see."
"How long have they been seeing each other?" I counted on my fingers,
"About two or three years now?"
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Naru
"Oh...and how do your parents feel about this?" I asked
"They died...ten years ago?"
"Oh really? Mine too, but way before that."
"You were an orphan?"
"Yeah...and a foster kid for a long time, too. I bounced from place to place a lot. It was depressing, but then again it wasn't. I mean, it wasn't like I was moved once I'd really gotten to like a family. It was moved like I changed homes before I'd gotten to like them, or a few months after we'd gotten used to each other. And a lot of the places I can't remember. The memories are strong, but the setting of them is vague."
"Oh...is there any good ones? Or strong memories?" I scoffed, and smiled,
"Oh there's some good ones, like one of my foster sisters told me to watch a movie with her. It was called Pet Cemetery. She said it was a very moving movie, and I watched it with her and at the end she asked 'How was it?', and I said 'Oh it moved me alright!" I laughed, and he joined me,
"But there is one memory that I want to forget, but...can't." I sighed, and ran my fingers through my hair.
"Can...would...would you feel comfortable telling me?"
"Yeah, I mean, it changed my personality all together."
"Oh...it's really bad then?"
"Yeah...okay well there's only one house that I remember from the moment I walked in, to the day I left. There was this one kid, who lived in the house. He was the parent's favorite. By the way, that was one of the things I did in the houses I went to, look for the parent's favorite. But anyway, he was. They loved the hell outta him, and despite they're 'We love them all equally, even the foster kids' crap, you could see it. He got whatever he wanted, all their attention, the oldest. He was sixteen." I sighed deeply, calling the memory from my past up. It wasn't like I talked about this with every guy I was with, Sasuke was different. Because...he would listen, and the others didn't. But there was a reason I wanted to tell him so bad how it changed my personality, and why it was so life altering. Why I wanted to forget it, but couldn't.
"It had been a month since I moved in. And they were nice, the mom, dad, and all the kids. It was a nice house, nice neighborhood...you know the works. I was technicallyin a nice enviorment. Barb and Jack, the foster parents, took all the little kids on vacation, they asked if I wanted to come and since, you know, I wasn't really a part of the family and the oldest son wasn't going, I said 'Naw, I'll stay home and catch up on some reading.' When they left, I spent a day up in a room. I came out to do the necessaries, but other than that, I was cooped up in my room. That night, I went to bed, and woke up tied to my bed. As in one limb for each leg. You know the legs that hold up the bed?"
"Yeah..." I think he knew where this was going.
"He walked over slowly and said, 'I've been waiting so long, and being such a good boy for mommy, and daddy, for a little boy like you.' I looked over to him, and he had a pair of scissors. I began to cry you know, I was scared, and he cut off my shirt, and took of my pants...and had his way with me..." I paused recalling the memory.
"Oh...Naruto I'm so sorry-"
"It didn't end there," I interrupted,
"The whole week, he brought me food and water, and something to go to the bathroom in, and kept me tied up. I was only ten. And had spent my whole life up to that point...a good little straight boy. But when he untied me, he told me to never tell anyone. Or he'd lie until he couldn't lie anymore. He'd get me in so much trouble, that I'd be locked up for life. They came back, and saw the red marks on my wrists and ankles, and how hard it was for me to walk, but didn't care. They had five other kids to watch. Lucky me, this was the only house I lived in for the longest time. And every time they left, he'd find a way to corner me, and get in me. After the fourth or fifth time, I became used to it. I gave up easier. I struggled less. The more corporative I was, the shorter the time limit." Sasuke reached over, and took my hand.
"That's the reason I'm the way I am now. Why when I saw you, I had to have you. And this time, when you were willing to, and we weren't drunk, I took it slow. And why..."
"Why what?"
"I feel like...I love you." I smiled and looked at him.
"N-Naruto...I...I think I love you too. I mean, from the moment I saw you, I knew life wouldn't be the same...and it's not like I've been in love before...but, I know, that this feeling is different. Not like anything I've ever felt toward a woman." He smiled back, and I held his hand,
"And Naruto, now you can literally say 'I'm so sexy, I turn straight guys gay.'" We both laughed.
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The next morning, he got a call from his brother asking him if we wanted to have lunch with them. He said on one condition, no PDA. After Itachi whined for a little, he gave in.
When we got to the restaurant and sat down across from each other, Itachi looked at Kisame, then me then back at him.
"Oh! You haven't met Kisame have you? I haven't met you either!" He laughed and forced Kisame to reach his hand out, I shook it, and Itachi shook mine.
"I'm Itachi, I'm sure Sasuke's talked a lot about me." He smiled a struck a pose.
"Besides last night...no not really." Itachi's pose dissolved away, and pushed the salt off the table and hid his face in his crossed arms.
"Itachi...please...do we have to do this? I mean this place is probably already gonna have a few people leave because four gay guys, one of them blue, walked in. We're not in Los Angeles. Must you do this?" I began to laugh at the sight of them. It was pretty funny. Kisame stood up, and rounded the table picking up the salt. Sasuke reached out his hand, and patted Itachi's shoulder, and Itachi shrugged it off,
"Nii-san, this is only our first date."
"Wait a second!" Itachi stood up and pushed the chair back with the back of his knees, straight into Kisame, who dropped the salt again, and sighed.
"Your not normally gay!" He yelled pointing his finger in Sasuke's face, that was now turning red.
"Could you sit down Nii-san, before you embarrass me some more..." Itachi went to sit down in the chair he'd pushed back, and Kisame pushed in under the falling butt. Itachi went back into his previous state of hidden-ness, but not before pushed the pepper over. Kisame sighed again, and went to go pick it up as well.
"I'm...embarressing?" He asked, muffled by his arms.
"Nii-san! You have more mood-swings than a pregnant woman!" He stood back up, pushing his chair back, but luckily, Kisame had already passed, and he set down the salt and pepper before sitting down again.
"Are you calling me a woman!?" Itachi yelled,
"Would you like me to prove I'm not?!" He began to unbuckle his belt,
"Nii-san. We're. In. Public." He looked around at all the staring faces,
"Oh..." He pursed his lips, into a shy face, and sat down.
"Sorry, you know, Kisame, I have to go to the bathroom. Come with me."
"Itachi, I don't have to go though."
"I don't care! You're coming with me!" He stated, dragging the blue man along. After they left, I looked at Sasuke,
"Are they always like this?"
"No, Itachi has yet to heavily make-out with Kisame." He laughed,
"That a yes then?"
"Yeah...actually they're like this a lot. You wanna hear the funny part?"
"Sure..."
"Kisame's seme!" He began laughing, and I couldn't stop a smile from coming to my face.
As you can see, Itachi's a bit of a...loon? Yeah, a loon. and he's gonna be really funny...and embarressing. And we learn of Naruto's past! And what made him who he is today! And even though Kisame looks like he has some uke tendances, he is so seme. hah,
and the tiara thing? he's making fun of his hime-ness (hime mean princess, Him-ay)