Disclaimer: Loveless- Yun Koga
Naruto- Misashi Kishimoto
Claimer: The plot and OCs belong to me. Nothing more, and nothing less.
Warning: LEMON NEAR THE END!
Pairings: SasuOC
"Oh, Sasuke! How nice to see you again!" my mother exclaims.
For some reason, I'm beaming proudly. Sasuke has his ears lying against his head loosely. He seems a bit embarrassed, or like he's asking for too much from someone. His arms are tucked behind him, trying to look polite. My mother is giving her brightest smile for him, and I don't remember the last time I saw such a big and bright smile on her face. It makes me happy to see that Sasuke caused something like this.
"I'm sorry about intruding on such short notice," Sasuke apologizes.
"Oh, you're not intruding on anything!" my mother waves off his apology as nicely as she can. "I was just finishing up with dinner. You can go ahead and help Haruka set up the table, Sasuke. Or, if you like, you can help me with the finishing touches on the food."
"I'll help set the table," Sasuke answers.
That's probably the best choice he can make. My mom likes to make sure her food is perfect. It's this sort of perfection that she tries to achieve that makes her very strict about how her food is prepared. Because of her wanting flawlessness, it makes her food taste really good. I think it's because she puts such care and love into it.
We follow my mother into the kitchen. She hands us everything that we'll need to make the table look nice for when we eat. She brings out her best silverware, plates, and cups since we have a guest eating with us. She likes to use fancy things every chance she gets, and this would be a perfect excuse to use them.
When we leave the kitchen, because my mom shoos us out, we start to set the table. Sasuke is silent again, trying to be silently polite I guess. I find it odd how self-conscious I am of Sasuke all the sudden. I used to think that my mom was embarrassing when it came to him, but now I want him to accept her.
It's almost as if I want him to find his place here.
I shake my head, trying to get that thought out. I don't know what I'm thinking. This must be my sacrifice-self trying to come out. For some reason now, though, I don't mind the idea of having a bond to Sasuke because of fate. I feel a little bit of my rebellion stir deep inside of my gut, but it's not enough to become something more.
"I hope you enjoy wearing my dad's pajamas again," I say with a teasing tone. I look up to Sasuke with a sly smile, my tail flicking back and forth, and my ears pricking forward so that I can quickly react to anything that Sasuke says.
"They're pretty big," he says absent mindedly. Once again, I fail to notice the tone he uses which makes it sound like he misses something very much.
"Yeah, he's one of those guys that went to the gym all the time. He would kind of stretch out his pajamas. The ones you're using are the ones he changes into when he would come downstairs, feeling lazy," I explain.
What I won't dare tell Sasuke is that, at least once a month, I'll open up the box where some of my dad's clothes were stored. I would take out a shirt, lie down in the closet, and just smell the scent to make it seem like my father is nearby. I try not to remember him as what he looked like when he had cancer and before he died. When he was alive, I was a real daddy's girl.
"Where is your dad? I haven't seen him," Sasuke inquires.
I freeze, going stiff. I just realized that I had been talking about my dad as if he was still here. I gulp somewhat loudly, and I can feel my ears tuck back and my tail wrap around my leg. I look at my father's spot at the table as a reflex. I gulp again, and clear my throat. I feel my tail and ears prick back up slightly, since I'm still trying to learn to talk about my dad without getting depressed.
"I would guess he's in heaven," I reply.
"Oh… oh, I'm sorry," Sasuke apologizes, realizing what was going on. I look up with my eyes closed and with a smile as I tilt my head a bit. I reply, "Don't be sorry. He had cancer, and died two years ago in his sleep. It was… a somewhat nice way to go. He was in pain before that, so I'm hoping he wasn't hurting."
"I'm sorry…" Sasuke apologizes again.
For some reason I can feel our bond grow stronger. It's not only because I've finally admitted something like this to Sasuke, but I think that the look on his face is of one of unity, as if he knows what I'm going through.
I can't help myself and end up asking, "Where are your parents? I haven't heard from them. You never even asked if you could spend the night here."
"They're both dead," Sasuke replies.
He goes ahead and goes back to setting the table. I wait for a moment, hoping he'll go on. When he doesn't, I feel kind of hurt that he doesn't go on after I told him about my father's death without him asking.
"Are you going to tell me what happened?" I ask, trying to push him to talk to me.
"They died while at a family reunion. The house caught on fire, and for some reason, they couldn't get out. I live here with my brother, but he's at college so I'm on my own. He sends money, though," Sasuke explains.
I feel my heart constrict with sympathy and remorse. I also regret trying to push him to answer me. He must've not gone on because of a good reason, what he just said having been the reason. I can tell why he would know what it's like to lose a loved one, but I can't even being to comprehend how he must feel about having lost all of his family, except for his brother.
"I'm sorry…" I apologize now.
"I'm used to it now. It happened when I was seven. The old man next door helped us out. His last name is Sarutobi, the mayor of the town," Sasuke says. "He was an old teacher of our principal since he was a principal at first."
"He sounds really cool," I say, trying to get away from the subject of death.
"I guess he's okay," Sasuke says with a shrug. "He mostly just let us do what we wanted. He did what he had to in order to make sure we didn't end up somewhere because of the government."
We finished setting up the table when Sasuke spoke. We stare at each other for a few moments, letting everything that was said between us sink in.
"So… you're at your house all alone?" I ask after our moment of silence. He nods as his response. "If you want… we can walk together as much as we can before we go to our houses. And when I come back from swim practice, we can practice spells and stuff. Maybe every Friday, you can spend the night or something. Maybe have dinner with us on the weekends. We get a bit lonely, too…"
What I'm saying is that if two people together get lonely, then one person alone has to get lonely, I try to tell him through my thoughts.
"I think you should ask your mom first," Sasuke says.
"She'll obviously go with it. She likes you," I say, feeling a smile blossom onto my face. I'm practically sending him good vibes as much as I can.
Just do it, I start to chant in my head, attempting at making a spell.
"… I don't see what it could hurt," Sasuke finally says.
"Food is ready!" my mother sings as she brings out a steam pot.
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I'm not sleeping very well. I've been waking up every hour, and then it would take ten minutes before I would be able to go back to sleep. I feel the call of nature pull me out of bed as I head for the bathroom. I rub my eyes and then scratch my ears as I go upstairs.
When I'm done, I try to look at myself in the mirror. I scold myself for not learning that I can't see myself in the dark so easily. When I come out I'm in for the shock of my life. I almost run right into someone, and I actually let out a squeak of fear and terror of being scared half to death.
I grab onto bare shoulders, and hands grab onto my sleeves. We somehow manage not to fall over. We both stand still for a few moments, trying to comprehend what had just happened. After finally deciding that I had run into Sasuke, and noticing that he's almost glowing in the dark again, I immediately take my hands off of his shoulders and hold them by my stomach.
"S-Sorry about that," I stutter an apology, unable to look at his face.
"I shouldn't have been skulking around in the first place," Sasuke also apologizes in his own way. "I… just find it hard to sleep…"
"You can't sleep? Come with me downstairs then, I'll give you some warm milk and cookies," I tell him.
I turn away as quickly as I can and start heading down the stairs. I falter a bit, since I'm still tired. I go downstairs somewhat slowly, but then speed up when I hear Sasuke following.
When we get downstairs I immediately go to getting the milk and cookies for Sasuke. I don't look at him most of the time because I had felt that he wasn't wearing a shirt. He must be feeling really uncomfortable right now. But when I do finally serve the high class food, I have nowhere else to look but down at my cookies and milk.
I almost laugh when I hear Sasuke munching on his cookies, though. For some reason, it cracks me up.
Before I know it, Sasuke is close to me. I stiffen, but Sasuke just steals a cookie. I immediately stare at him, not embarrassed for this moment. Sasuke doesn't look at me as he munches on my cookie. I pout, feeling like a child, but also feeling a bit cheated since I like my cookies.
"Give me my cookie back," I demand quickly.
Sasuke turns to me, holding the half of my uneaten cookie. He's giving a blank stare, and I think he might be tired already. But he then asks, "Do you really want your cookie?"
"Yes, I do still want my cookie," I confirm.
Before I know what's happening, Sasuke puts his hand behind my head. He grabs some of my hair into his hand. He pulls my head forward, and sets his lips on mine. His mouth is filled with cookie and tastes like cookies, too. It's more uncomfortable then I would have imagined had I read about this.
But something weird happens to me. I would've expected myself to pull away because, not only is this my first kiss, but I barely know Sasuke and I didn't even like him at first. In the pit of my stomach, something flares. It quickly flows through every artery and vein in my body and makes my blood feel like its molten lava in only the nicest of ways.
I had heard that a Fighter and Sacrifice bond runs deeper than any love or passion ever could. I never thought that it would've been true, but now that I'm experiencing this first-hand, I can't help but believe it. I feel like, at this exact moment, that I can't love Sasuke enough, or like love isn't enough to describe how I feel right now.
When Sasuke pulls away, I desperately don't want him to. My eyes are half closed, and I feel like I'm in a daze where all I can feel is this intense feeling and a warm fuzzy feeling throughout my body. Sasuke definitely looks like he also felt something since his eyes are half closed as well.
I feel his thumb moving through my hair, as if to feel it. He opens his eyes and analyzes the look on my face. When he does this, I open my eyes all the way and feel my face grow hot under his stare. He hesitantly takes his hand out of my hair and rubs away some cookie that was on my lip.
He finally turns away, and that breaks me out of my trance. I clear my throat awkwardly. I see him rub the cookie crumbs on his napkin and I go ahead and put the plates and glasses away into the sink. I turn around to see Sasuke reach the hallway.
"I'm going back to sleep," he tells me, not turning around.
"Good night," I say, wanting him to leave just as much as he must want to get out of the kitchen right now.
When Sasuke leaves the kitchen, I put a hand on the sink edge. I then slowly put my fingers to my lips. I feel myself go back into a slight daze as I check my lips for any way that my lips might've changed. Although, how they would've done that, I don't know.
I hope Sasuke doesn't remember this like how he didn't remember the first time we ran into each other the first time he stayed at my house.
I feel like the kiss scene might've come too soon. I think I might've made Sasuke OOC. Can you guys PLEASE tell me if I did? I'll be sure not to do it again, but I just wanted to add something. I can't update until I get at LEAST one review for this chapter.