Another morning came.
The kissing incident was the spread for the gossip bread. The fact that it happened to the perfect mortal flesh that was called Uchiha Sasuke made it even more of a hotter topic. Fan girls were fuming at the crazy bitch that dared to kiss those perfect lips.
"When I discover who is that bitch, I'll make sure she knows her place," Sakura cracked her fists loudly. The other girls mentally sympathized with the unlucky girl who'll be on the receiving end of the president's anger.
Naruto ignored the comments and tried hard not to shiver with the threats coming from the girls. Better make sure that they didn't know the identity of the antagonist in their lives.
What happened yesterday would not happen today. And just to make sure that Kiba would never initiate a wager as dim-witted as the dog-lover's head. If those panda-marks were not enough reminders, Kiba might be sporting a broken nose, a limp or best, the brunette won't make any appearances in the school again.
"Morning Naruto," Chouji greeted him as usual while munching on his potato chips, "I heard the shooting was messy. Somebody suddenly kissed Sasuke on the lips, not just a smack."
"I-I h-heard. I didn't actually s-saw what occurred," the blonde smiled nervously as he laid his bag on his seat. Yesterday was yesterday, he kept on reminding himself. Chouji didn't notice the stammering and continued on shoving the chips on his mouth.
"Kiba's not coming today. Where's Shikamaru?" Naruto asked to change the topic. The seat of the genius was vacated which was really uncommon. Shikamaru rarely ditched classes though he sleeps on them 99.9 percent of the time.
'He's –damn no more chips!—Wait," his chubby friend suddenly produced another bag of chips, "His mom told me that he's refusing to go out of his room. I don't know maybe sick or something."
Naruto's eyes wandered into the pink-haired beauty of the class. The girl was scowling at her friend Ino. He tuned in their conversation.
"I should've been the one to kiss him!" she slammed a hand on the desk. She was sitting on Ino's desk with her legs dangling on the side.
"That ends our dreams of being the first girls in Konoha to kiss him," Ino said.
"If I find out who in the fucking hell that girl is, I'm going to rip her limbs, pull out her hair and burn her remains."
He felt his throat run dry at the viciousness of that voice. Best not to inform them that the girl was not actually a girl; it might incite more gruesome and horrid appendage-removing on his part. He didn't want to test the limits of Sakura-chan's inhumane strength.
He imagined a toilet bowl in his mind and a chibified version of himself holding a bundle of blanket with the label of "Uchiha and Kisses." His chibi self threw the bundle into the bowl, stomping on it many times to make it fit. He flushed it down the drain, dusting his hands after. No more of that thought for him.
Thirty minutes later, Kakashi emerged. He told the class that his alarm clock didn't, well, alarm him to wakefulness. Unbelieving looks were cast upon his direction.
No one could blame them. They were used to the teacher's ludicrous reasons that this normal excuse seemed to far-fetch to believe.
"Come on Sensei! That was the best reasoning you could come up with? No rescuing old ladies from the trees or helping cats to cross the street?" one of the students taunted him.
"How could you doubt your own teacher? You're all breaking my fragile heart!" the grey-haired man clutched his chest and put his left hand with the palm facing outwards over his forehead.
At least every other thing the same normal stuff, Naruto mused.
Yesterday was just a part of growing up. Teenage curiosities and things like that.
He would move on, graduate from high school and college, get a job, marry Sakura and have children with her. Then he'll grow old and wrinkly and finally close his eyes forever in contentment.
That was his dream. No actors or kisses from said actor in there.
"—you'll be having a new classmate today. Introductions are not necessarily needed. Come in."
The blonde's mental toilet bowl clogged and the wet bundle of "Uchiha and kisses" erupted back to his mind. Naruto paled, never hearing the girls' cries of joy, never seeing the boys' disappointed faces.
All that subsisted that time was him.
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Kakashi discreetly watched Naruto's reaction. His eyes were wide in disbelief, his face twitching.
I smell danger and trouble for these two boys.
The man knew that Naruto had never been a fan of the actor since Sakura was obviously obsessing over the raven. She didn't notice or maybe even didn't even care to notice Naruto's efforts in winning him.
He remembered that last Valentine, Naruto gave her a bouquet of cherry-blossoms shaped into roses. The boy spent a lot of time and money on that but Sakura just threw it at his face.
The countless things that Naruto had done and made for his love to be acknowledged.
Kakashi didn't even know where to start in counting. This love was bordering on masochism.
Too much love to give yet nothing to receive. Naruto would lose his sense of self if he continued on giving with his everything.
It was about time to realize that there are other options out there.
Options that doesn't necessarily need straight answers.
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The classroom consisted of 6 columns with 5 rows of chairs which totals 30 students per room. Two chalkboards on the front with a mobile white board on the side. Academic posters litter the walls. The bulletin board on the back displayed the cleaners, students, birthdays, holidays and such. In the front of this classroom stood the most popular raven-haired, pale-skinned boy on the country. He passively observed each eyes on him, looking for specific blue topaz eyes.
He found them as clear as he had first seen them. Uneasy pupils never left him.
So you remembered, he smirked before addressing the whole class.
"I am Uchiha Sasuke. I would be attending this class from now on. Please take care of me," he bowed with perfectly squared shoulders and linear straight back.
The pink-haired president of his fan club in this school, Sakura, raised her arms and stood up eagerly. Having perfect memory is not at all that pretty; the downside is remembering things that you rather be erased. Some things are better left forgotten.
"Kakashi-sensei, I would like to volunteer at showing Sasuke-kun around the campus," she smiled brightly at the actor.
"How helpful of you Sakura-chan! But aren't you a member of the photography and flower-arrangement club? You'd be too busy! Now then…" Kakashi said.
"No! I would gladly make some ti—" she was cut short when the teacher spoke again.
"There are more than four hands available to assist Sasuke-kun here," The older man cupped his chin and scanned the whole class, "Hands like…Naruto! Thank you for agreeing! Now Sasuke-kun, go sit behind Naruto." He cheerily motioned to where the blonde was.
Blue eyes from the third seat by the window widened more.
"K-Kakashi-sensei! I think he would not enjoy sitting at the back!" he stuttered while pointing a trembling finger towards Sasuke. The actor raised one perfectly arched eyebrow.
"Hmmm? You have problems in the arrangement?"Kakashi asked while smiling (?) at him.
Obviously, Sasuke had no problems whatsoever in the positions. He was more than glad to be beside, front and behind the blonde in any occasion. Take that in whatever meaning you have in mind.
Apparently, Naruto had more than a few issues of his own against him, Kakashi and probably the world.
"No, I don't."
"I refuse to be seated in front of that freaking pale-ass, arrogant prick and –and u-ugly BASTARD!"
The class was surprised with Naruto's sudden outburst.
Because Sasuke's intellectual make-up was a far cry from this average, simpering porn and love-filled minds of these students, he quickly analyzed the situation and sorted out his blonde fox's issues.
Issue Number 01: The dislike for the actor.
Observably from Naruto's tone, expression and words.
"Naruto, you idiot!" Sakura yelled at him.
"B-but, Sakura-cha—"the boy blushed and clammed up from the girl's dagger-like glare.
Issue Number 02: The like, possibly love, of pinks.
Just what Sasuke needed before getting Naruto's pants, a pink-headed and definitely female rival. But he still had to get into the blonde's circle before getting anywhere lower but that's besides and far away from the point.
The final and the most problematic issue was:
Issue Number 03: Naruto was straight.
Then what was that kiss for? Sasuke needed to find out.
"Please, Sasuke-kun take your seat."
Sasuke ignored the greetings and giggles of the students and walked straight to his seat. He sat in a very poised manner. He leaned forward until his face was inches away from the blonde's nape.
"Hello, Naruto…" he whispered in a husky voice.
The blonde stiffened. He slightly moved his head into the side and hissed, "What do you want?"
Sasuke couldn't help but smirk. He wanted a lot of things coming from the blonde. Lots of unspeakable, dirty and messy things to do with him. But the other boy didn't need to know that yet.
He clasped his hands together and with the support of the elbows, leaning his chin on top.
"What I want?"
Taming Naruto would be very hard.
"I want your kiss. I want more of it."
He had to work hard to get Naruto to notice him in the way that he wants the blonde to.
He would snatch Naruto away from Sakura, make him love Sasuke and bend him twisted. With his abilities, he'll get to taste those luscious lips again.
Take your chance for what happened once might never happen again.
Who said about kisses happening once?
What happened once will happen twice, thrice and more.
The wheels of love are in motion.