Rock my World

Cold

"I'll walk you home!"

This was so incredibly, adorably romantic. Like one of those movies that oozed sappy, adorably romantic moments. Now was my queue to politely decline.

"No thanks."

And now the time to insist.

"I insist, I can't let someone as defenseless as you wandering the streets this late at night."

This moment, this moment that seemed like a moment straight out of a shoujo manga: romantic, dramatic, heart wrenching, made me blush like a tomato.

"No. Thank. You."

We looked into each other's eyes, both realizing how awkward this was.

"P-Please let me walk you home."

"What the hell!" I scowled as I put on my typical grimace over my features.

She looked at me with a more than surprised look plastered into her face and it looked so out of place as her different colored socks.

"You're not supposed to walk me home; I'm a guy for God's sake!" I felt my eyebrows furrow. I wasn't angry, more like I was embarrassed to hell and back because come on, shouldn't this be the other way around. It wasn't meant for a guy making a girl worry so much that she would want to walk him home. This was definitely not right.

"B-Buuuut," she cried.

I felt the heat creep to my face as I looked at her, suddenly imagining vertical lines across her forehead as she slumped herself on a chair. Not wanting to let her see me looking like a freaking apple I turned my back at her and walked rather gracefully to the door. I put on my shoes and turned on the knob, "Well then, see you."

I didn't like the way this was going, me acting like this was the last time I would see her and her pouting about me not letting her walk me home. But come on this had to be like the most embarrassing thing in the world. No. NO! I could not let her. I turned to look at her over my shoulder, her small, coral pink lips puckered and her eyes glassy.

"I-I don't know the way to the s-subway station," I 'sort' of stuttered as I lied to her straight in the eye. But to say the truth I couldn't help it, because I didn't like seeing that look in her big Bambi, gray eyes.

She lifted her head, her delicate jawline shadowing her slender neck and her cheeks turning rosy as she beamed at me letting the twinkle in her eyes show for just a slight moment. But that was more than enough for me. I turned my back to her once again and smiled.

"Don't worry Sasuke-chan! I will take you home," she said as she stood up and walked over to me, one arm locking with my own and the other pointing to something distant and unrecognizable making me wonder if she was even pointing at anything at all.

"C-Chan?" I said as my eyebrows arched in amusement. When had this girl become so confident? When had she become so spunky? But maybe she was always like this, maybe she had just been different towards me and it made me happy to think that she was finally opening herself to me. Because trust me, she wouldn't be able to get rid of me for a long, long time so she better get used to me.

She puffed her cheeks and snared lightly, she then realized that I was looking at her and with an uncertainty so adorable that just made me want to embrace her and pet her head passionately as she whispered, "-s…san?" as if asking if I was mad at her calling me Sasuke-chan.

I wasn't, not in this world nor in any other would I be mad if she decided to call me with cute nicknames, it even made me happier to an extent that I felt my cheeks go sore out of so much smiling. She had her hands against her chest as she determinedly waited for my answer.

I don't know what type of naughty, rich boy haughtiness took over me when I said this but, "sama!" I exclaimed. She nodded shyly, accepting my eccentric request with resolve.

"S-Sasuke-sama," she stuttered making my pulse succeed in passing that of the speed of sound. I don't know why but I suddenly imagined her with a maid outfit and cat ears which in turn made my pulse now faster than that of the speed of light or something like that.

I –feeling as embarrassed as I was –crossed my arms and nodded, a certain air of arrogance in my usual, "hn," and in return receiving a tiny grin from her part.

She twirled a long, red scarf around her neck skillfully and tugged it up to her nose.

"W-well then shall we go?" she asked as she extended her hand out for me to take it. I was tempted to do so but then I saw the look she gave me. A look that made me feel more like a lost child than a love interest and instead I stuck them obstinately into the gray hoodie's pockets.

I just nodded and widened my steps trying my best not to smile to myself.

I walked just a few steps behind her staring at her tiny back. I had never really noticed how short she was, she was probably only five feet tall if not less. She was so short that her head barely reached my shoulder. She had put on a beige jacket so small that I wondered if she had bought it in the children's clothing section (yet it seemed to fit her perfectly).

She shivered slightly.

"You cold?" I asked.

She hugged herself tightly as she turned and gave me a feeble smile, "I'm okay S-Sasuke-sa-sama," I blushed from the suffix but quickly turned my attention to the fact that she was not okay. Her nose was red and runny and her teeth where chattering like mad.

"I was joking," I said ambiguously, but when I saw that she didn't understand me I added, "y-you don't have to call me Sasuke-sama."

Her eyes widened for an instant and her cheeks reddened to the color of red peppers, "t-then is Sasuke-san okay?"

It wasn't really okay. Not because I wanted to feel important as I heard her say 'Sasuke-sama' but more because I didn't want such a polite wall standing in between us. I wanted to narrow the things that separated us.

"Sasuke is good," I whispered.

"S-Sasuke?" she said as she held her hands to her face, embarrassment clear in her round baby face. She seemed to think about it for a couple of seconds and then said, "how about Sasuke-ku-kun?"

Kun. Just a small suffix that could seemingly change a connection between two people, make them slightly closer, intimate even.

"That's good to," I avoided her glimmering eyes at all cost, trying to make sure that she didn't see the creepy grin that I had on.

Her eyes beamed at me from behind her fluffy bangs.

"Sasuke-kun."

"What?"

"Nothing, just practicing… Sasuke-kun."

"…"

"Sasuke-kun!"

I liked the way it sounded, it sounded more harmonious than anything I had ever heard, or maybe I was just an inevitable romantic when I was with her.

"Sasuke-KUN!" she made a big emphasis on the 'kun.'

I didn't want this to stop, so I smiled for her to continue, she smiled back, her big eyes creasing.

"Sasuke-kuuuuun!"

"Yes, yes, I get it…" I said as I grinned once again.

"Sasuke-kun!" she repeated.

"Please don't wear off my name," I joked as I instinctively too hold of her small, cold hand into my big one. The whole world froze for a moment as I felt her skin against my own (I had decided to leave the gloves she had lent me behind), the pulse in both of our veins gaining speed slowly and the temperature blending into one.

She looked shocked as she was in the middle of saying my name once again and ended saying only, "Sasu…eep!"

I was nervous, as that was not the reaction I expected. That wasn't the reaction anyone would expect. She kept looking at my hand entwined with her own, not doing anything which made me more uneasy than if she would awkwardly release herself from my grip.

"I'm cold," was all I could think of. She then smiled as if that had been the obvious reason and giggled as if holding hands was the obvious answer to the problem.

"I understand, me and Kiba-kun hold hands all the time," Her and the dog-dude? Hold hands? What else do they do, make out? I was starting to think that this girl had some sort of boundaries issues because she talked about typical couple things as if they were normal for friends to do. I wouldn't be surprised if she told me that they had kissed to.

"And we kiss to," okay maybe I would be surprised. And I was, or more like I was annoyed, angry. Wait what was the word? Oh yeah, Naruto had said it was jealous. Yes I was jealous.

"But that's only when he wants to get rid of a girl or something," why was she saying this so casually. Didn't she see how bad this was for me? On second thought of course she didn't, I mean she was about to kiss his 'friend' right in front of me the other night at the concert, "or like when you confessed to him at that concert."

I felt my eyebrows twitch as I remembered the haunting memory or me hugging the dog smelling boy. So that was why she was so willing to kiss him that night, she was practically used to it.

"No offense to you," she said when she realized my uneasiness, "I'm sure you will find the right guy… someday."

Wait! Was she saying what I thought she was?

"Wait a sec…"I said as my hold on her hand tightened, "I have to clear this up."

She gave me her undivided attention and I couldn't help but stare at her red cheeks and nose for a moment.

"I," I started, "am," she blinked expectantly, "not," I sighed, "gay."

She blinked a couple of more times before she finally realized what I was implying. Her face went completely red as she opened and closed her mouth a few times before she exploded into a million bows and apologies.

After a few more bows and apologies she finally stopped and lowered her gaze, her cheeks still flushed an angry pink.

We kept walking in the uncomfortable silence for what seemed like an eternity before she asked the most uncomfortable question that she could have possible asked, it was a question so humiliating that it killed the few pride that I had remaining in me.

"So if you're not gay, then what are you?" she asked with such an innocence that seemed almost impossible.

I glared at her.

"I'm straight of course."

She lowered her gaze once again as she kept on walking.

"Why?" I asked curiously.

She nodded to the right and then to the left as if saying 'nothing.'

"Why." I demanded.

She started poking her index fingers together.

"J-Just had to make sure," she mumbled in a voice so small that even I with my musician hearing could have easily missed.

I took hold of her hand once again, "yes, it is cold," she said to herself as she gave my own hand a feeble squeeze.

Sasuke-san… no Sasuke-kun had a big hand, cold like stone and muscular like a guitarists' hand would normally be. It didn't feel welcoming like Kiba-kun's or warm like Hanabi's, more like it felt right. The way my hand fit perfectly in his and the way his fingers wrapped tightly against my palm giving me a sense of security. I just wish that he wouldn't have been holding it just because of the cold.

"Yes, it is cold," I whispered to myself, not really knowing if what was cold was his hand or him.

A/N: Be happy, I have updated in such a short time that even I am impressed.

Thank you all for your reviews/alerts/favorites. I am so happy that you all took your time to review my story. In fact I was so happy the other day that I started smiling like in idiot in the middle of my English class when i was supposed to ave been reading along, when the teacher called for me to read next I just kept on smiling, dazed like an idiot until a girl behind me poked my ribs making me jump like ten feet in the air. Yes, I was so happy as to neglect my studies!

Anyways, I just wanted to say something as it seems that I have caused some confusion, which was made clear by littlewitch88-san's comment. Sasuke liked Hinata, but not quite in the way we think he does and Hinata doesn't yet like Sasuke as more than a friend, it's just a tiny spark that is starting to develop into something more, but not yet like.

Also a quik shout out to Acumichi-san, sKyLaR KnIgHt-san, Evil Taco Overlordxp-san and Dreaming101-san for their supportive and never failing reviews. You guys mean a lot and also to all those of you who I didn't mention but also made me smile thank you.