Chapter 26
"Now, how did you get a black eye and how did you earn a busted lip?"
I attempted to frown at the elderly nurse in front of me, but ended up wincing in pain as it irrated my bruised left eye. I settled for a pissed off expression and clenched fists. Glancing over at my companion, their glare was everything I wanted my mine to be.
Sakura's frown made the woman glare right back and cross her arms over her chest stubbornly. It was obvious the woman wasn't leaving without an explanation. Like she was going to get one.
"I fell." Sakura said forcefully, obviously wanting to punch the woman through the wall. Sort of like she did to me.
My eyes twitched and I bit my lip to keep from jumping on the pinkette and driving her into the floorboards. What bothered me the most was that I was dressed as a guy at the moment, and if I just happened to flick her with my pinky, I would get suspended. Which was making this situation rather difficult.
After Sakura had absorbed the fact that Naruto wasn't gay, only after beating him a few times for good measure for 'scaring her' she had said, she had went after me. And me being the nice, caring, and apologetic person I am... punched her only after she punched me.
Which of course started a whole mess of screams and yells and banging around. Not to mention the laughing fits of everyone in the room because they just found it hilarious that two girls were fighting in there. For the guys, it was probably one of their wet dreams come true.
"Neither of you are leaving this room until you tell me what happened." the nurse said as her beady eyes flicked between us.
This wasn't looking to good for me. This lady probably thought that I hit Sakura, which I did, but not in the way she is thinking. She probably thought I was some abusive boyfriend, getting off on some weird high by showing my dominance over a female by knocking her down with my fists.
Well I wasn't! I was some girl dressed as some guy getting pissed and irrated because that pink haired time bomb wouldn't give me a freakin' chance to explain anything and reared back and hit me! She punched me in the eye!
"I was in a fight with one of the other guys. Her lip busted when she tripped over our feet. End of story." I snapped and rubbed the bridge of my nose softly, careful not to set off pain in my eye.
Sakura snapped her head toward me with a glare. "Wh-"
"Isn't that right, Sakura." I cut in and gave her that 'agree-with-it-or-die' look.
Taking the hint, she nodded curtly and gave me a sharp look in the process. As hotheaded as she was, she knew that not agreeing with me would land us both in a lot of trouble. And maybe more than a few civil court cases.
The nurse sighed in an irratated fashion and turned her back to us. "You, Miss Haruno, will have to serve detention for your school for coming here on a non-visitation day." she stated as she rumaged through the paper on her desk.
I faked a sneeze to cover my snickers. However, despite my attempts, Sakura looked coldly at me while clenching her fists tightly, the nurse simply turned toward me with a sickly smile that made me freeze, holding a piece of paper in her hand. The number to Sakura's school I would imagine.
"You on the other hand, Mister Zuma, are going to be serving detention for this school all week for fighting and having a female in your room."
I snorted, relieved somewhat for such a light sentence, and rolled my 'eye'. "Yeah, because I just adore her. Right. Can I go now?"
She frowned, obviously angered that I wasn't upset at her announcement, and rolled her eyes. "Fine, you ungrateful brats." she muttered before speaking up, "Go on, get out of here. Oh, Miss Haruno, your school will be informed."
"Of course." Sakura snapped and stood.
I was already out the door.
To be honest, I didn't want another bruise to sport from Sakura, so as soon as my foot hit the hallway, I was gone. Running full speed toward my room with an idiotic smile on my face simply because in a weird way, I felt like I accomplished something. I actually hit Sakura, which is something to be proud of in my books.
I could hear her coming after me, chasing me down, which caused me to crack up hysterically at the irony of it all. How I was dressed as a guy running from a seemingly harmless pink haired girl, bruise on my eye, and a few indecent rips in my shirt from her manicured nails.
Her clothes just rumpled, wrinkled and stretched from my blunt nails. The habit of biting your fingernails had infected me when I first arrived at the school, and refused to abandon me. She also showed maybe one or two bite marks.
Use what you got while you have the chance. It wasn't my fault she put her elbow directly in front of my mouth, besides she was compressing my lungs and I needed to breathe.
The door leading into my room seemed like it was glowing with light, a beacon of safety. I tore through it and slammed it behind me, being sure to lock it tight.
Leaning my back against it and sliding down a bit, I grinned and shut my eyes as I started to laugh. I couldn't really help it though, I had just ran from a girl, was almost blamed for beating her from the nurse, and yet I stood in my room laughing about it.
Maybe Gaara had rubbed off on me a little bit to much after all. I grinned again. That wasn't so bad, because that meant I could spend more time with him. Removing my hat and letting my hair fall down, I mulled over that. I also removed my overshirt and sat in a plain tanktop that didn't really support the 'I am a guy' theory. I really wouldn't mind spending even more time with Gaara. Really, who could complain with that suggestion?
Certainly not me.
"Enjoying yourself?"
My eyes snapped open at the voice, and I paled. Immediatly I felt sick, like I was going to retch right at that moment onto the carpet, and I wanted to crawl under a rock and hide. Or at the very least, slink away like this never really happened. I wish this wasn't happening.
A deadly smirk curled lips and lighted up a pair of eyes. Arms folded over their chest as they leaned against the wall, showing just how calm and collected they really were. While I was shaking and sweating bullets, acting like a rabbit caught in a trap. A trap that was so blantanly obvious I was embarrassed that I had got myself into it.
"...Damn it." This wasn't my room.
It was the only thing I could think of to say. What else could come out of my mouth? Maybe a few good threats, but in this situation, I was positive it would only serve in sticking my other foot in my mouth or digging me a deeper hole.
My room didn't have a single bed. My room didn't have dark colored walls. And my room certaintly didn't have this person hiding in the corners of it, either.
His smirk widened. "So, I was right in my assumptions. I feel so honored." he said snidely and I felt bile rise in my throat.
"What do you want from me." I demanded, knowing he wouldn't let me off free.
He pretended to think it over, going so far as to hold his chin delicately between his forefinger and thumb and stare at the ceiling in mock contemplation.
"Hmm, I think...." he trailed and returned his gaze to me. "...I think that you should be my little worker."
I stood to my feet and glared at him. "A slave?! You want me to be your slave?! No way, I refuse!"
He smiled evilly and sauntered up to me, invading my personal space. "Ahh, does that mean you want the entire school that we have a female in our midst?" he whispered as his eyes slid down to my chest.
My teeth ground together as I balled my fists and I looked away from him in anger.
"That's what I thought." he said and backed away, a pleased grin on his lips. "Now, about your new position..."
"Would you just stop toying around with it and tell me." I snapped, turning my glare back on him.
He chuckled. "Alright, alright. Your position entails you to keep it a secret, which you should be good at I presume, and to do whatever it is I ask of you. If you don't..." he trailed and looked at me expectantly.
"You'll spill, yeah, I got that part."
He nodded. "Also, you'll address me as 'Master' from now on."
I stared at him incrediously. "What?! No, that's to far. You already have me by the tail, okay? I'll do whatever you want me to do, but I will not call you...that. There is only so much I'll let myself endure." I snarled.
He shrugged. "Fair enough. You can start by doing my laundry." At which point a basket of clothes was shoved into my hands.
I opened my mouth to object, and maybe allow him to learn a few choice words not suitable for even our age, but he held a hand up and I snapped my mouth closed.
"Ah-ah-ah." he pointed at the basket. "Wash or deal with the consequences."
"Fine." I ground out and turned to leave the room.
I heard the door shut behind me, and once a good ways down the hall I allowed a noise of frustration to pass my lips. Damn him. Damn him, damn him, damn him to hell and back! I glared at the clothes in front of me as I walked toward the washing room with disdain. I wanted to kill him. Stuff his body in a trash can (perfect coffin for him) and promptly dump him in the sewers.
I sifted through the clothes once in the washing room, piling the lights in the washer first, and glared at everything in the room. As I reached down to pick up the last white T-shirt, I paused. Next to it was neon colored red shirt. Bright red mixed with white....
I didn't even hesitate. The bright red went straight in the whites without a second thought along with the soap and a satisfied grin from me. He wanted his laundry done, fine. I'd do his laundry. I'd do it alright.
Besides, he never specified color piles. He just said do his laundry. Well, I did. I am. Now he can deal with pink shirts and underwear. All I had to do after this was take a picture of him in pink, do a little photo editing, and stick him on the Yaoi site with Naruto and Kiba. He had something over my head, why not have something over his?
I slammed the lid down on the washer and dusted my hands off with a satisfied grin. "Take that, Sasuke-bastard."
AHAHAHAHAHHA!!! Take that Sasuke! I hope you guys liked the chapter. A good twist huh? Since I have a deviantART account now (link in profile) , I'm going to be working on drawings for this fic so you guys can see their expressions clearly! I might even do one of Sasuke pole dancing! XD Review please!