Just going to add another section to my story. The last one was too short. This is the last pre-written chapter and right now I've started Chapter 4 that will be uploaded maybe Saturday or Sunday. Enjoy and thanks for reading ^_^

*I don't own Naruto or its characters!*

As soon as he was dressed, Naruto left the gym building to go to his locker. He supposed he should do some homework over the weekend so he took his backpack and packed some books into it. Right then the bell rang and he rushed out of the school entrance, saying goodbye to only a few people as they piled out of classrooms.

By the time he got out, it was raining heavily outside. Naruto cursed himself for not bringing an umbrella. He was going to get soaked in seconds going out there with no gear. He saw someone going into the park across the street, a bright red umbrella blocking the view of the person's face. He figured Uchiha would still be behind him, packing up for the weekend so he took a breath and made a quick dash to the person underneath the umbrella.

"Mind if I share?" Naruto asked, already half-soaked by the time he got there. He rinsed his shirt first before looking up at his savior.

"Actually, I do." That dark hair, that face- Uchiha! He must've had the same idea as Naruto but left sooner, dammit! "And I'd like you to go away." Uchiha stopped in his tracks and looked at Naruto with a crease in his brow.

"Look, it's raining bucket loads and I've got no umbrella. I can pay you if you want," Naruto replied.

"I don't want your money."

"Then how about I promise to keep quiet the whole time and not say a word."

Uchiha said nothing for a while, thinking if he should take the offer. Finally, he sighed and nodded, holding out the umbrella to Naruto.

"Fine, but you have to hold the umbrella and carry my backpack," he said, holding that out also.

Naruto took it frowning, but grateful for the shelter. He carried Uchiha's backpack slung over one shoulder, his own pack in his arm, and the umbrella in his other hand.

Naruto kept his promise, not speaking at all. It was all silent, but the sound of animal life and children playing in the playground. Halfway through the walk though, Uchiha started to grin. For some reason the grin made Naruto uneasy, he sensed something mischievous going on in that head.

"What'd you think of the soccer game, Uzumaki?" He paused for a second, waiting for Naruto to answer. True to his promise, only a slight frown tugged at the corners of his lips when he remembered his defeat.

"You let down your whole team. Weren't they angry at you?" Naruto's hand instantly tensed on the umbrella. "I saw you got the lowest grade on your test in math class too," he continued. "Looks like you're as dumb as they say." His grip tightened and anger increased. Then he realized Uchiha never said he couldn't hit him. "Your parents must be proud," he smirked, "A son who isn't in the very least bright or good at sports, but they're dead now aren't they?" An immense and overpowering anger sprang forth from Naruto, losing any reason with the mention of his parents, Naruto roughly elbowed Sasuke in the ribs, this caught him off guard and the dark-haired was sent stumbling into the ground - right into a muddle of mud.

Still sticking to his promise, Naruto only smiled, wanting very much to laugh. For a second, Uchiha was shocked, unsure of what had just happened, all the while, rain continued to pour on top off him.

"Bastard! Every time I show any kindness toward you, you reward it with acts like this!" he held up his muddy sleeves.

The smile left Naruto's face. This morning, Uchiha only asked a simple question- but because Uchiha was Uchiha, talking to him ended up in a small brawl. Uchiha also decided to share his umbrella with him - even after his little death threat the same morning. Of course, Uchiha should've seen it coming after mentioning his parent's death.

He realized that although Uchiha had teased him relentlessly throughout the day, it was true that Naruto was the only one who struck back physically- and harshly. It was no fair that his enjoyment had to end up in guilt!

He sighed, knowing he had to play nice, and slung his pack over his shoulder with Uchiha's. Then with his hand free, he held it out to his rival. The other boy stared at it as if it could be poison. He wasn't sure if he should take it or if it was a trick.

"Look, I know I'm breaking my promise of not talking by saying this sentence, but I promise I won't do anything to you anymore if you apologize about my parents- and that's a promise I'll keep."

He just stared at him, those dark eyes harsh, but finally said, "You apologize first. Apologize about everything that's happened since this morning."

Naruto sighed again. "Fine, I'll man up. I'm sorry for shoving you a bunch of times today, and I'm sorry that I kissed you and held you against your will. There. Happy?"

He nodded. "Then I guess I'm sorry about the things I said about you. And," and he smirked slightly, "I guess I'm sorry I beat you in soccer," he paused," but I also shouldn't have mentioned your parents the way I did."

"Good, but don't apologize for beating me in soccer, cuz I'm pretty sure I've beat you more times than that!"

"Ha! Yeah right, Uzumaki!"

"Now c'mon, you're getting wet and you're full of mud." He said once again holding out his hand.

Uchiha finally took Naruto's hand, hesitating only a moment before doing so though. Naruto tried brushing off the mud for him but it was no use, Sasuke was covered in it.

"Oh jeez, man, I'm sorry, I think I've ruined your clothes."

Sasuke shook his head. "No, it doesn't matter."

They walked the rest of the way in silence with no more interruptions. Uchiha crossed his arms and hunched his shoulders slightly, Naruto guessed he was cold from the rain and wet mud but did nothing. Naruto's apartment was the first to come into view. Simple yellow buildings one after another. They were all fairly new and still looked like it.

"Why don't you come up to my place?" Naruto asked, still feeling guilty. "Why?" Sasuke asked confused.

"Well, first of all, you're full of mud! You can't walk home like that. Your parents will see, and then I'll be in trouble, and then you might catch a cold, and then all the rest after. Just come on, you can wash up, warm up, and I'll lend you some clothes."

"Why would you do that for me? We're not even friends, we're enemies."

"Look, I can't have my enemy catch a cold. If I beat him, I won't feel like it was a fair game if he was sick."

"Whatever," was all Uchiha said, following Naruto through the complex and up a flight of stairs.

Apartment A204. Naruto swung the door open to instantly reveal a small living room to the right, a small kitchen to the left, and up ahead three doors, one half opened to the bathroom. The living room had only a black couch, wooden coffee table, and another table for the TV along with various other small items.

"Come on in."

Uchiha looked at the carpeted floor, then to his muddy shoes.

"I'll get it all dirty."

"Doesn't matter. I'll clean it up later. Besides, you're only in this situation because of me."

As he stepped in, Naruto saw that he was shivering.

"Go ahead and start a warm shower if you like."

He only nodded and went straight to into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. The rest of the time, Naruto watched TV, though nothing good was on. A few minutes later, he heard the bathroom door crack open.

"Got any towels in this place?"

Naruto got up to open another door, a linen closet. He grabbed a spare blue one for Uchiha and handed it to him while he went into the last room, his bedroom, to grab a change of clothes.

"Here are some clothes too. We're about the same height and body type." He held out the clothes and towel looking away as the other grabbed the set and went back in to the bathroom. He came out minutes later, completely cleaned and clothed.

"I left my clothes in the tub with water to soak off the mud."

Naruto only nodded while Uchiha sat down on the other side of the couch with him.

They said nothing for a few minutes, just watching the TV, not knowing what to say, not sure if they even wanted to talk to each other.

Finally, not standing it, Naruto asked whatever sprung first into his mind, "We're still rivals right?"

"Of course."

Again, more moments of silence.

"You like me don't you?" Naruto asked.

He didn't understand. "Of course not, we're rivals."

"No, I mean 'like me' as in this morning."

Sasuke frowned. "Hey, I didn't do anything this morning. You're the one who came onto me, pervert."

"But you're the one who fell head over heels for me first."

Sasuke paused, eyes glaring. "I think I need to get going."

As he lifted himself off the couch, Naruto at first could only think of Uchiha's quick-changing moods, but on second thought, he couldn't stand watching him leave, for some reason, he grabbed Sasuke's hand. Sasuke looked at Naruto's hand entwined in his, then to Uzumaki's face that showed surprise and confusion at what he had just done. Naruto's hand was warm, it was strong and he didn't want to let go though he knew he should.

"Sasuke, I…" Naruto struggled to say.

"What are you doing?" Sasuke whispered his glare, his glare still slightly there.

Naruto stood up, never letting go of Sasuke's hand. Sasuke instantly backed away, Naruto following him until Sasuke backed into a wall and had no where to go. "No!" Sasuke said, pounding his fists on Naruto's chest. "Stop, Naruto," he said trying to push him away. Naruto simply grabbed his wrists and leaned forward.

"I told you this morning, why do you resist when we both know you like me?" he whispered in Sasuke's ear.

Sasuke trembled, Naruto's words sending shivers down his body. He managed to gasp out, "And I told you why!"

"That's not a good enough reason."

And he let go and backed away.

Sasuke stood there, a little dumbfounded as to what just happened- what could've happened.

"I promised earlier I wouldn't do anything more to you, didn't I?" Naruto grinned mischievously. "At least for today," he added. In that moment, whether it was a trick of the light or his imagination, Sasuke thought he saw that playful grin turn into an evil one, one that churned with most likely thoughts that - and he shivered uneasily- that were about him.