Again... laughs. This is very loosely based on some experiences I had in grade school. I was sitting by some of my friends during fifth grade graduation, and we were cracking jokes during the "ceremony" or whatever it was called. We got scolded, and one boy blamed me... So I gave him the stank eye. I snuck out to the hallway, called him over, and beat the crap out of him. Thinks. Wow, I was a violent kid.
I guess you can say that fifth grade kind of propelled everything.
Now, I was never really that much of a violent kid. To be honest, I'd rather not settle things with my fists, but that's just the way that things tend to sway sometimes. One minute I'm telling a guy off, the next I'm on top of some pile of something that looks like ground beef and I come to realize it's their face. Whoops. Like I said. Things tend to sway that way.
Usually it's something the guy says that particularly pisses me off till the point where I can't let it go off without a word of my own. I argue as much as I can until I can't hold it in anymore and I beat his ass to a pulp. I don't want to be that kind of guy, but I'd gained notoriety for it throughout the years and even some envy and admiration from other guys. It was kind of awkward, but hell, whatever floats their boats.
No one ever believed me when I said that I didn't want to fight. Sometimes the guy would be so arrogant that he'd throw the first hit just to prove me wrong—and they always did. It got so that I would stop telling them that I didn't want to fight, that nothing was solved by fights, blah, blah… And just cut straight to the chase with a left hook to the jaw. After all of the numerous amount of fights that I'd been in, no one had caught that my first move was always either a left hook or some kind of kick. It wasn't too consistent but it was highly noticeable, so why didn't anyone notice?
This was my first fight with Sasuke. I'd never even imagined that I'd be beefing it up with a guy like him. He didn't look very sturdy, like one punch would create a ripple of cracks throughout him that would shatter all of his bones, so I was a little afraid to hit him at first. He wasn't like all of the other guys I fought. So when I was caught off guard, he got the first hit in—a blow right to my stomach.
There was no one around to witness our fight, so it went on undisturbed, no one to stop the two of us from beating the crap out of each other. I got a few good hits in, sometimes missing, but hitting him most of the time. I didn't want to grab him because he still seemed too frail to touch, though he had sustained most of my hits thus far.
He beat me to it, though, and grabbed me around my waist, tossing me to the ground, and positioning himself on top of me so that I was pinned and there was nothing I could do about it. He put my wrists under his knees and pushed his palms down on my chest, knocking the wind out of me when I fell right on my back. I took a moment to attempt to catch my breath, but all was lost when I was interrupted by a short kiss.
Sasuke kissed me there for the first time, in the hallway of the school somewhere with no one around, as the fifth grade graduation ceremony was going on. I could hear them outside calling his name, and with that, he stood up, fixed his clothes, and left to go outside.
I can never tell you enough how damn confused I was. I wasn't exactly sure what to think. I'm not sure if I was capable of thinking at that moment, probably because my brain short-circuited and I couldn't process any of it if I tried.
When I was able to later, I was pummeled with a seemingly endless stream of Why the hell did Sasuke kiss me? On the lips? Weren't we just fighting? People don't kiss when they fight, right? No way, that's not something people do. And not two boys, either. That's just… Well, no one ever told me it was wrong, and I don't really think it is, but Sasuke is my friend… I think… And friends don't do that… Right? Friends don't kiss each other, not like that, not in fifth grade. What's going on? What the hell am I supposed to think? I mean, he doesn't like me… No, boys don't like boys. Maybe it's okay to kiss, but it's not okay to like other boys like that… You know… Like, like… Definitely not.
I let myself stumble outside, and shortly after his name was called, mine came after, and I accepted my meaningless certificate, with my parents in the front row, looking very upset that I was disheveled for their pictures.