Honestly, it's SUPER rare when I find myself loving to write a story. And this one has become just that. Fast update, and all. Thank you all for your kind words.. It makes my hectic, highly unorganized life complete. :D lmao Starting school this Monday! Can't wait to drool over all of those secksy art professorssss... o-o lmao

Onwards! I disclaim.

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I stared blankly into the inky blackness of his eyes, tongueless.

My thoughts weren't there anymore. His shocking offer was a numbing string of liquid somewhere on my back.

"Is that a no..?"

My brow began to twitch, threatening to express the utter elation I was slowly beginning to embrace. He wanted to spend time with me.

Someone, anyone, wanted to spend time with me. My lips cramped, pulling violently at the cavums on my face, causing me to smile.

"Y-yes..! I mean, yeah!"

My desperation took over, rendering a childish giggle. Sasuke must have been looking at me weird, but I hardly cared. I even stood before he did.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, however, I remembered Itachi. His face, his legs. What he might have been wearing to class that day..

Having been partly sucked into the thought of him, my hands slowly met again with the table, tempting me to sit back down and carry on until the end of the day. To see him. To cling to the diminutive possibility that, perhaps, last night hadn't transpired the way it had.

That it was all just a wonderful yet horrible dream that I just happened to unwittingly have.

Before I could delve further into the wave of contemplation, though, Sasuke tossed me my bag. I caught it in my arms, watching as he casually flipped his own behind his shoulder. I looked towards the table one last time, wondering deeply if this decision would be alright.

I wanted to see him.

I wanted to, so bad.

But the mere thought of Itachi hating me.. Of him potentially looking at me with revulsion in his eyes because of what I had caused just last night.. It made me never want to show my face to him again. I didn't deserve it. I didn't deserve him.

I didn't deserve anything.

"Let's go through the back, no one ever hangs there."

It took me a minute to hear him, to realize Sasuke was even still standing there. "What..?"

"The back, stupid. Let's go."

I followed blindly behind him, my hand clenching a little unto the strap of my backpack. I had skipped school several times before in the past, but it was always by myself. For a moment, I wondered if Sasuke was simply planning to lead me into a deserted alley to beat the crap out of me. I hardly found myself flinching at the idea. I don't think I would've really minded it.

He stopped suddenly, nearly causing me to trip over him. His hand pushed my shoulder a little as he cautiously peeked from behind the wall that kept us from the staff parking lot. I stood completely still, holding my breath.

"We make a run for it on the count of three."

"Okay.."

"One," he whispered, his hand slipping slowly from my shoulder, "Two.." he gave me a chaste glance before the mark, mischief scintillating in his ebony eyes. "Three."

And with a mutual nod, we raced the hell out of there.

We ran gracelessly through the heap of cars, my legs frantic to keep up with him. He was fast. Very fast. Giving the obvious impression that he was probably in the track or football team.

Sasuke was several inches taller than me, and his figure wasn't the smallest. His legs were chiseled from beneath his skinnies, and his band tee (which was like a second skin against him) melded onto his built, athletic figure. There were two silver chains that hung from both his hips, along with several rubber bracelets adorning his wrists. He had very pale, sallow skin, which was an exigent contrast against all of the black that he wore to school without fail.

I think that was the first time that I truly noticed just how cool the guy really was.

No wonder everyone in the entire planet claimed to be in love with him. He looked like one of those rock-stars I would see on the front cover of metal magazines. I smiled a little, content beyond belief that someone like him didn't mind being around someone like me.

As we rushed through the lot, though, he would leave something behind that would make me feel incessantly guilty with every step that I took.

The smell. The very same haunting, irrevocable smell that Itachi always smelled of without falter. My eyes narrowed towards the cement, my legs slowing midway through the car-crowded place. Half of me ached and plead to go back, to go to art class.

I heard Sasuke slow down from several feet away when I finally found myself standing at a complete stand-still.

Well, I think you're 'right' in all the 'right' ways.

My heart began to break again, to the rhythm of his voice.

You have a radiance.. That I have never encountered before.

My face tensed, and I knew that I would cry soon. I wanted to go back. Gods knew I needed to go back.

"Hurry the hell up, stupid," Sasuke hissed, his voice a little breathless and disbelieving, "We can't chicken out now."

I turned to the left, my eyes downcast with incoming tears as I caught the regrettable sight of Itachi's black convertible in one of the parking spaces. It looked the same way it did when he had taken me out for lunch. The hurt was far too much by then, and my foot gave a shove towards the general direction of the gate Sasuke and I had left wide open.

I couldn't possibly live without seeing him at least once that day.

"What the hell, Naruto?" Sasuke hissed again, this time a little louder than before. He began to carefully jog towards me, a frustrated look on his pale, symmetrical face. "They'll see us, moron."

"I-I c-can't-"

He looked at me once, and I knew fully well that I had already started crying.

He took me by the wrist without saying anything, however, gracelessly rushing us out of there.

I could still smell Itachi on him.

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Our walk to wherever we were going was mostly silent.

I didn't dare look at Sasuke, fearing the possibility that he would mock me for having cried like a total twit just minutes ago.

I couldn't have blamed him, though. Who would enjoy the company of a crybaby? Especially one who seemed to have cried simply because it was their first time flaking out on school? My cheeks reddened, embarrassed.

Surely this would be the last time he would associate himself with me. Another shot at the heart. I wondered if this time it would truly just shatter, causing me to fall over dead from sudden heart failure.

We were walking at a similar pace down the sidewalks, except my eyes were cast down towards the cement and his were somewhere straight ahead. I could hear him chewing gum, and for a moment I wondered deeply why he seemed to like the stuff as much as he did.

"Where do you wanna go?"

My eyes widened a little, at the fact that Sasuke was still even there, and I allowed my gaze to secretly shift towards his face. He was completely expressionless, if not for the slight curve of his brow that annotated boredom. My voice was stuck somewhere in my throat, the only coherent thought running through my head being the word 'Back'.

I wanted to go Back. Back where he was.

I shoved my hands in my pockets, the ghostly feeling of Itachi's lips making themselves faintly present somewhere on my neck. Like they had been.. just yesterday.

Was I..

"Are you gay?"

I froze on the spot, the air having been knocked away from my lungs.

I dared to meet eyes with Sasuke this time, his face completely indifferent to the staggering question. I didn't know how to answer him.. All I knew was that people who were indeed gay were often excluded from things. Almost as much as me, even. I was shamefully thankful of this, however. The comfort that I was not the only unwilling outcast out there giving me the hope that I had helplessly clung to all my life.

"What do you.. What do you mean?"

"Do you like guys?" he stood still in his stride, facing me directly.

I thought I would die underneath the tension, my eyes like pendulums between him and the hard cement. I didn't know the answer. All I truly knew was that Itachi was quite obviously a guy and that I had liked the way he had kissed me last night. Did that count as being gay?

"I just think that sweater you wear is kind of.." he paused for a moment, getting an eyeful of my attire. "Gay."

I stared at him, dumbfounded.

I liked the way girls wore their skirts really high sometimes. I even liked Sakura's legs now and then whenever she wore really tight pants. I had looked at boobs on porn magazines in the past.. Did that count as gay? Was it straight? Not straight? Abnormal? Deranged?

I looked to the side, completely confused. "I.. I don't know."

Sasuke didn't say anything, simply resuming his walk down the cracked sidewalk we'd been standing on.

"You've gotta get yourself a different sweater."

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We were at a park.

I felt so incredibly awkward by that time that I hardly even knew where to put my hands.

Sasuke was busy throwing rocks at a nearby pond, scaring all the ducks away. His rubber bracelets made subtle noises whenever he skillfully tossed the pebbles in several different directions, a smirk present on his face whenever he managed to make it skip a few times through the muddled water.

It was hellishly cold, yet he wore no jacket. I marveled how he did it. I was freezing, nearly shaking.

"You hardly talk. You're kind of boring sometimes."

I turned to look at him, roughly caressing my arms for much-needed warmth. "I.. I'm sorry. It's just.. I don't know. Nevermind."

"Tell me."

I paused, looking towards my feet. "No one likes me."

"I like you."

"W-wha-"

"Even though you're an idiot crybaby. You're still kind of cool."

For a moment, I could have sworn I had died and revived all at the same time. I couldn't believe it. My heart jumped and tossed within my chest, begging to escape. The frenetic need for him to be my friend, my real friend, seared and coursed through my every vein. I wanted the feeling so bad.. To have had friendship. To have been able to truly experience it.

I felt myself smile, biting my tongue to hold back the girlish chuckle that would've otherwise escaped.

He stopped throwing rocks at the pond, turning to face me.

"Have you ever gotten a blowjob before?"

How Sasuke managed to ask the most unsettling questions without as much as flinching a single muscle on his face? I did not know.

A loud shade of red began to encase the entirety of my face, however, my fingers rubbing fiercely against my palms.

Though I was young and rather inexperienced in most general things, I knew fully well what a blowjob was.

For a second, I remembered the way Itachi's face had looked between my legs, my.. thing having been buried deep inside his hot, velvety mouth. His red eyes looked like rubies as he had jerked himself off at the same time, a devilish glow in the darkness of the room that night.

If at all possible, I felt myself blushing further. My body rose a little in temperature, and I didn't feel so cold anymore.

"W-well.. I.." I didn't dare look at Sasuke, my face downcast towards my fiddling shoes.

"Heh, you have, haven't you?" I could literally feel him smiling that arrogant sneer he'd entirely mastered somewhere throughout his life. "Spill the beans. Who was it?"

My eyes widened, and somehow, I found myself looking straight at him. He looked like a ghost in the gloom of that foggy afternoon. A goth-like, vampire-y one, no less. No wonder girls from all over the recesses of the school gushed over him.

For a moment, he reminded me a lot of.. No, he completely resembled Itachi.

The smell, the shade of his hair, his nose, his jaw, the shape of his neck..

"Bet it was that Sakura whore, huh? She sucks everyone off," he gave a chaste chuckle, crossing his arms in front of himself in a notion of looking suave.

A little too suave, in my opinion, considering the fact he had just brutally accused someone who was quite obviously head over heels for him with such a blatant vulgarity.

There was no way he could ever resemble Itachi, I decided. Itachi would never say such distasteful things.

"N-no.. It wasn't her. And she can be a little mean sometimes and all, but I don't think she's all that bad.."

"What?" he gave me an incredulous look, his eyes squinted below his furrowed brows. "Dude, what the fuck? She has a million diseases on her. Not even the seniors touch her anymore. Not that you would know, anyway. You're just a freshman."

I glared at him a little, questioning why the creator decided to unfairly grace this jerk with such unearthly, killer looks.

His eyes were sharp and black, lashed just enough to give the illusion of cosmetic. His nose was perfectly shaped like his jaw, and his skin was a field of achromatic lace.

Hell, I wish I had a quarter of his looks. Maybe then Itachi wouldn't have left the way he had..

"No, but seriously, who sucked you off?"

"I..I don't wanna say.." I turned away shyly, trying my hardest not to remember what was still so very fresh.

"Hn. Was it any good?"

I bit my lip a little, avoiding his stony gaze. "Yeah.. It was, I guess.."

"You're really not going to tell me who it was, are you?"

My continued silence was enough for Sasuke to finally drop the subject.

If I had told him, he definitely would've freaked, beaten the shit out of me for being a fag, told the whole world, and Itachi would've most certainly lost his job. Among other things that I shook away with the shiver of my spine.

That's when it finally hit me.

Maybe that's why he had left..? His job?

I stayed quiet for a long moment, listening to the loud blaring of Sasuke's headphones.

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I was laughing the guts out of myself.

Throughout the time we were there, somehow, just somehow, Sasuke and I ended up running around the entire empty park like a pair of crazed idiots.

He was chasing after me this time, his trail hot behind my own. It was a marvel how he still hadn't been able to tag me, considering his insanely chiseled athletic build and long legs compared to my own puny ones and whatnot.

The air was a cold splinter against my face as I raced throughout the field for all that my legs would take me, though I hardly even felt it. I didn't even have my orange sweater on anymore.

It felt nice.

To laugh, to scream, to be myself around someone, anyone, if not for this crude but sensible jerk.

I kind of started to really like Sasuke. His company, the fact that he now considered me his friend. He even told me that he did somewhere throughout the day, and I damn nearly fainted when he had.

One thing lead to another, and, well.. we'd even made a pact. He'd hung two of his fingers against two of my own for the integral of a long second, and then he let go.

"Friends," he'd said.

I smiled big, agreeing before we began our childish game of chase.

Itachi had almost grown a distant memory if not for the constant cloud of cologne Sasuke would leave anywhere he ran. That was always a constant reminder. Though the fact that I was having so much fucking fun definitely clouded my previous incurable depression.

My legs really started to hurt.

Sasuke never would've guessed, I was sure, because right when I had decided to let myself be tagged for the sake of a long, sweet breath in my lungs, he crashed and tripped against me. The impact was pretty loud, knocking the both of us onto the cold, wet grass. I looked up, shocked by our extremely close proximity.

His breath was loud and harsh against mine, and we found ourselves just laying there, sharing the same cloud of air; our eyes slitted in fatigue.

The realization dawned slowly, but surely, and I felt my face become incredibly warm. His lips were full, similar to the shape of Itachi's, and his skin was a wave of glistening alabaster against my own darker one.

He wouldn't stop staring at me, and I couldn't stop staring at him.

We breathed harshly and loudly, frantic for each other's carbonated air.

I didn't know why, but I watched almost dazedly as his eyes began to lower towards the general direction of where my lips were. He began to inch closer for a reason that was still not completely apparent to me quite yet, and the need to push him off began to slowly itch at my quivering hands.

Before I could decide what it was he was really trying to do in our less-than-innocent position in the middle of the park, however, the loud blaring of his cellphone's ringtone began to pierce the thick fog surrounding us. His eyes widened at a considerable size as if on cue to the noise, and he very nearly leaped off of me as if I had suddenly morphed into some sort of gushing deformity. Which I probably had.. but, y'know.

I just lied there against the grass, still feeling his hot breath against my cheek even after he had scooted a few generous feet away from me. I caught up on air, my fingers digging into the dampened dirt beneath them.

Why had he inched so close to me..? Why had he looked at my lips?

"Hello..?"

I held my breath, realizing we had, indeed, ditched school that day.

The way we went about it hadn't been very graceful, either, so I already knew we had been caught. I bit my lip, knowing fully well that my counselor would show up at my apartment later that night to remind me what an irresponsible idiot I was.

There was some chatter coming from Sasuke's phone, but I couldn't make it out for the life of me.

"What?" I turned to see him, his face marked in all sorts of different ways. I couldn't quite make out the expression his face was struggling to make. "I was. No, I'm at a park. I just didn't feel like it. Fuck if I know, shit." I watched blankly, wondering who it was that had called him. The principal, maybe? "Whatever. I'll be right there."

I watched as he began to stand up from the grass, deeming it was time for me to finally get up myself.

"We've gotta get back," he said plainly, the previous bewilderment on his face now completely gone as if nothing at all had ever just happened. I, on the other hand, was still flustered. By everything. "Get your stuff."

I did just that, and without another word, we walked back to school.

He didn't say anything to me the whole way there, though he did offer me a stick of gum.

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When we entered school grounds, I began to really feel anxious.

Especially when I noticed the way Sasuke was leading us towards the general direction of the sole art classroom in the building.

I tried once to turn back, to rush back home, but he stopped me the moment we stood before the partially opened door.

"Stay here, dobe. I want you to come over," he stared straight into my eyes, his face completely void of any emotion. "Let me just deal with this asshole."

I looked at him incredulously, my mouth parting at what he had just said. My body began to feel like a fluid, my head feeling lighter by the second.

He wanted.. me to come over? As in, spend more time with me? And, 'the asshole'? Did he know Itachi?

I found myself nodding at his request, nonetheless, watching entirely flabbergasted at the way he began to disappear through the door. I thought many times of just running out of there, to get away from the room that I knew perfectly well Itachi currently inhabited.

The thought of him made me nervous. Hot.

I pressed my ear against the tiny crevice of the door, listening to what was beginning to be said.

"Where were you, Sasuke?"

The voice was chilling, most definitely coming from Itachi. My body shivered several times, having remembered the way it sounded when he had asked if he could kiss me just last night.

But, most importantly, why did Itachi care where Sasuke was of all people?

"That's none of your business."

"...You are being foolish and irresponsible."

A silent scoff, "And you're not?"

"Who were you with?"

"Who were you with?"

"What are you talking about?" I could sense the rising anger in Itachi's voice. Something I never even knew possible.

My eyes widened with every word that was said, my heart beating like a malfunctioning machine from beneath my chest.

"Don't act stupid. You came home last night looking like you'd seen a dead cow outside the house, or some such fucking shit. I'm old enough to know a few things, you know."

I died, I swear I died.

I begged, plead, my feet to move, to get the living fuck out of there, but I couldn't. My muscles were frozen. Each tendon in my entire body completely and entirely useless. My blood threatened to spill from my eyes, my nose, my mouth, from everywhere.

I was going to faint. I could hardly breathe.

Before I knew it, there was a noise, and that noise lead to the sudden opening of the door. Having been practically glued to it, I flew down to the ground, my skull almost cracking itself onto the cold cement.

I looked up, through the hazy, unbelieving visage of my hysterical eyes, and caught sight of a tall figure. A figure I knew all too well.

"Naruto.."

The last thing I remember was summoning the miracle to gain control of my legs.

I practically almost killed myself several times as I sprinted the fuck out of there.

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Holy pile of worms! O: The tension! The angst! The emotions!

I have to admit, I enjoyed writing this a little too much. Torturing y'alls and whatnot. ;D Would've been a little more than awkward if Naruto had told Sasuke who had given him that blowjob, don't you think? Heheh

Reviews, please? They make me write faster. xx