Intro: I'm finally introducing Kyuubi, for those of you who wondered.
Have to put this in, even tho Itachi threatened to kill me for it:3 (it's on youtube, so put (delete the dashes) "http-:/-/-www.-youtube" in front of it, ne?) .com/watch?v=Jreoqqs-2Tg&feature=related
Okay, so several times, I tried to continue from that night, but I just couldn't, and so there was about a 24-hour time skip. Sorry to those who get befuddled by not reading this, (side-but if they don't read it...the apology is pointless, ne?) and I just wanted to let everyone know. Sorry you waited so long for such...well, in the words of a good friend of mine..."Lots of gay babies were born today!" Also, I know some of it is suckish, but please bear with me. I know I need to get that damn confession in, but I suddenly re-read it and realized...No Kyu? Dat's just wrong! Okay. Submit your vote via review.
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'Untitled' by Simple Plan
Naruto POV
So as we were walking down the hallway, I bit my lip, looking straight down at my shoes.
Man…my shoes are crappy,I looked over at Sasuke's. Damn it.
His shoes were all converse and black…cooler.
We turned the corner, and walked out of the dorm building, into the connecting hall, and on our way to the large class building where our first period was held.
See, our campus was set up like this; the girls' dormitories are on one side, close to the road out of town, then there are the main three class buildings, connected to each other and the dorms by long, two lane halls with large windows all the way down the sides. On the complete opposite sideof the females, our own two buildings were stationed, near to Tsunade's own place. I know. It's like nobody trusts our hormonal control. Pfft. Disbelievers. Tsunade's private quarters were at the top of one of the class buildings, a wide window always open staring out over her 'domain'.
"Dobe." I had stopped, looking down at my shoes still. Having been startled, I raised my head and saw Sasuke a bit in front of me, head cocked slightly, with the beginnings of a smirk lifting the corner's of his mouth. But before I could catch myself, my eyes connected with his, and a tiny bolt of static went through my chest, warming it, and into my fingertips, making me suppress a small shudder of pleasure.
His dark, black orbs whirled with thoughts and simmered with all his hidden emotions.
Sucking in a shuddery breath, I forced myself to blink, if only so my eyes wouldn't shrivel up and die from de-moisturizing. But in that instant, he looked away, an uneasy twitch to the now downward curve of his lips. A strange look had come into his eyes, and it made me…sad. Deciding something, I stepped closer, releasing my lip from in between my teeth.
"Sasuke?" I leaned in, a question bubbling in my mouth, but before I could say anything, he turned, and I realized something. I'd leaned too far. Just as I opened my mouth to ask him said question, his head turned and his lips connected with mine. His eyes flew open, and then fluttered shut, his body pressing against my own, shocked on. I was stiff, until he began to massage my lips with his, and I relaxed into his arms, letting my eyes close slowly.
"Naruto?" he waved a hand in my view, standing about three feet away. I blinked furiously, and snapped out of it. Blushing so hard my blood drowned him out, I fast-walked straight past him and around the corner, bursting into the bathroom door. Racing into a stall, I sat down heavily and leaned against the plastic wall.
This couldn't be happening. No no no no no no …..Damn it all! I'd had my head down for a reason. Fuck. I felt confused and flustered tears coming to my eyes. Blinking, I wiped them angrily away. No way in hell was I going to cry over something like this. I just sat there for a minute, and let the blood pulsing through my head quiet and settle at a normal rate again.
As I calmed down, I registered the pair of pair of slightly shuffling black converse right outside the stall. I sighed, and stood up, taking a deep breath before opening the door with a slight creak. Without me being able to say anything, he grabbed the strap on my bag-I'd backed out of the stall- and yanked me out of the bathroom, whirling me around to face him, he was scowling. I squinched up my face and tried to meet his eyes, wimping out and instead focusing on the bridge between them.
He grabbed my chin and turned me to look at the door we'd emerged from. Oh.
"Dobe! The girls' restrooms! God, I feel so," I looked over at him, shaking off his grip, and smirked at his expression, "Urgh!" He suppressed a mild shudder, walking past me. I blinked, and then relaxed, thankful to him for not saying anything about…that. I held back my own, stronger shudder, as I remembered.
"Naruto…"
DAMN. I just looked down and slowed, waiting for the question.
"You don't have to tell me what the hell that was about," he mumbled something else I couldn't make out, "But I do want you to know; you can talk to me about anything. Anything at all. You know that…right?" He'd stopped, and wasn't facing me, but his back was relaxed, and his voice was a relief to me, as it soothed my pumping heart.
But I hesitated, and didn't reply, unsure if he meant…anything. Like this.
"Dobe, I-"
"Naruto! Sasuke!" I whirled, my heart rate jumping through the roof and into space. Sakura was running towards us, backpack swinging from her shoulder and book clutched to her chest. But suddenly I felt a wave of resentment wash over me, making me barely be able to mask the glare I nearly sent her. She'd interrupted Sasuke. MySasuke.
WHAT THE FUCK?
Blushing crazily, I turned to the wall and repeatedly smacked my head against it. When a spin went on, I just kept going, wishing I could actually do that without someone stopping me. I mumbled incoherently to myself, freaking out over my own thoughts. I blushed harder as I dwelled on said thoughts.
But…it felt nice. To call him…mine. All mine. Him. I glanced at him, and saw his defeat clearly behind the mask he wore, feeling bad for being such a coward.
But…what if…he doesn't… I sighed. Of course he didn't feel the same way. How could he?
-You never know, Kit-
I jumped, startled, and looked over at a chatty pinkette and raven, who were talking.
"Hey…uh...did someone say something to me just now?" Sasuke looked up, and I swallowed, forcing the lump down my throat, but he shook his head, and frowned.
"Why, what happened?"
I just shook my blonde locks, and turned away, biting my lips. As he put the mask over the hurt in his eyes, he sighed and looked back at a confused Sakura.
She whispered something to him, motioning at me-I saw through my bangs-but he just blushed (Naru/N: Yes, I know. But he did) and shook his head again, averting his eyes to the floor.
She scowled and slapped him upside the head, growling something I didn't hear, and drawing a grimace from him.
He snapped his head up and growled, then murmured something else gentler, and she softened, but still glared at him, as he seemed to turn worried. I stood there, not two feet away, with a secret being kept from me.
It made me sad, but hey, not like I could say something. Besides, to turn back to the matter at hand…what had that been about?
But nothing else happened as we went on to class. I waited, nervous, for them to catch up. What the hell was going on? Was there something…like THAT between them? I blanched, then gagged and ended up chuckling as I quickly dismissed the notion. Sure, Sakura was our friend, but that was all.
So what was it?
"Hey bastard!" I flinched by habit and turned slowly to look at Ino, who was glaring at me from inside the class door, "I thought you were dead, you damn fox! What the fuck?"
I felt a hand on my shoulder, and it tightened. I tried to relax, and stepped back, closer to the raven that had come up behind me. The aura of anger was projected past me and into the room. Ino hesitated.
"Come on, Naruto. Let's grab a seat away from the cheap merchandise," he muttered, letting his arm slide around me and pull me forward. I swallowed the blush forcibly and followed him to the far end of the class, away from the hateful girl.
Sakura was walking beside us, glaring at the ice-blonde. She snarled and herded us to a row near the teacher's desk. I sat down next to Sasuke and laid my head down gently onto my folded arms, staring at the surface of the desk.
Next to me, the raven sighed and I just closed my eyes sadly. This was definitely not going to work. Not like this….
Sasuke POV
"Hey bastard!" I stopped and listened, standing a little back from Naruto, who slowly turned and looked inside the room. "I thought you were dead, you damn fox! What the fuck?" I growled loudly, and bared my teeth, clenching my fists so hard they carved little half-moons with their nails into the soft skin of my palms.
I saw him flinch and Sakura shied away, withdrawing from the poison leaking from my pores.
I stepped up, putting a protective and comforting hand on my dobe's shoulder, and he stiffened, before cautiously backing up into my hold. Ino paused, and I glared dangerously at her, eyes glinting with daggers.
She stood, as if unsure of what to do now. So I naturally took charge of the situation, bringing my arm completely around Naruto and tugging him away, as I muttered loudly, "Come on, Naruto. Let's grab a seat away from the cheap merchandise."
I loved the confusion and then hurt in her eyes, taking them in and pooling then with my hatred of her as I turned, letting Sakura come into the room behind us.
She stood on the other side of my blonde, glared and practically pulling at her imaginary leash, trying to snap at the ice-blonde across the room.
Pulling us over to the front desk, she seated us beside it. When we sat down, though, Naruto just laid his head on his arms and sighed deeply. I frowned worriedly at the anguish in it, however subtle. He was definitely bothered by something hard. I couldn't help it. I sighed and reached over and tapped his shoulder, tugging him near me. I saw a heated flush light up his face and hesitated.
What? Why is he blushing? But I got closer, wrapping my arms around him lightly, and giving him a little hug. He squeaked and I released him, staring at his chili red face.
"Dobe? What-" Is it officially 'Interrupt Sasuke' day? Huh? Kakashi came in, oddly on time, and sat on his desk, pulling a book out.
"Finished molesting Naruto, Sasuke?" I must've turned eight different shades of blue, purple, and a nice shade of maroon-If I may say so myself- before settling on dark grey.
As for Kakashi himself, he seemed to have not realized his mouth had made those betraying sounds for a moment, and sat there, just as surprised as I was.
Then, just as he was really beginning to turn sour and into a cold body, Sakura laughed loudly and awkwardly, patting me roughly on the back, and I could practically hear her screaming inside, "Please don't break anything! Tsunade will murder me if you do!"
"You're so funnyKakashi! Ne, Sasuke?" She glanced nervously at me, and I nodded stiffly, melding my hands together in front of me, my coal black eyes boring into the shivering silver before me. I translated a singe sentence by way of glare.
Your ass is mine.
He shakily put down is book, and stood, going over to the board, which-as it happened-was on the opposite side of the room from the desk- and began to talk about what we would be doing that week.
Silently, I was actually really glad he wasn't going to say anything about us being back. We'd actually arrived about five minutes before everyone else, and Ino apparently hadn't said much since our little entry. (Sasu/N: Not that they would dare*creepy shadowed face with one round, red eye looking out, nasty grin on his face*)
So as the class wore on, I just waited for something. Dunno what, exactly. But I knew I'd know when I knew what it was I thought I was supposed to know. That doesn't make sense, does it? Ahem. Well, of course not. Only an Uchiha could figure that out. Hehe...
"Sasuke?" I blinked, and snapped out of my private musings, looking behind us at Sakura, who was leaning over her desk to get beside my head and whisper.
"So what about the thing we talked about before? When are you gonna tell him, dammit?" She switched to a glare, and I found myself-by habit-nearly stabbing her to death with my own eyes. She paused, then sighed and shook her head.
"You know what? If you screw this us, I'll never forgive you. But what you choose to do is your own problem. Fix it up yourself."
I grimaced and laid my head on my arms, mimicing Naruto, who had all but fallen asleep next to me. No, this definitely wasn't going to work out.
Naruto POV
When we stood for the bell, I yawned and shouldered my bag, watching Sasuke's firm back move as we walked out of the room to the next class. He shifted slighty, turning his head to look at me. I glanced away hurriedly, flinching internally at the low, almost pained sigh I received in return.
Ducking my head, I kept following, and we eventually reached second period. Asuma waved and then paused, sending a questioning glance over at me.
I tried to ignore it, but soon he came over in person and nudged me, only to be practically hissed at by Sasuke.
Yes, hissed at.
Like a cat. As in 'Rawr-hhiii!'
Several people looked around, but all they saw was our teacher walking quickly back towards his desk to sit down.
The raven next to me huffed, but said nothing, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. You could cut the awkward with a...a...a feather tip. Or...a spork. Yes. A spork. I just wish I hadn't been such a damn scaredy cat.
Watching him, I jumped, slightly startled, when Kiba tapped me on the shoulder, and grinned at me.
He patted me on the back, oblivious to the danger he was in.
I shook my head slightly, and the 'I-will-carve-my-name-in-the-skin-of-your-eyeballs-and-make-you-bleed-from-your-fingernails-and-then-rip-your-limbs-into-tiny-tiny-itsy-bitsy-little-pieces-and-mount-them-on-my-wall' aura dissipated, if only a bit, and Sasuke's finger's released thier bone-crushing hold that his hands had on the arms they were holding, leaving and obvious 'bruise-to-be' on the spot they'd tightened on.
I sighed, and reached under the table, patting his knee lightly to reassure him, before blushing bright cherry, and quickly removing my pulsating hand, hot where it'd touched his pants leg. He let his hair shadow his face, seeming to nod, and let his chair legs go down, burying his face in his arms.
I sighed subtly, and turned fully to the brunette beside me, blinked. Now there were two. Shikamaru had snuck up and had his arm around Kiba's shoulders, oblivious to the just barely blushing teen he was hanging on.
Kiba, for his part, was trying with all his might to ignore the lean Nara's close-pressed body, and babbling about some video game he'd bought recently. I smiled wanly, and nodded along, the whole time just wondering if they'd said anything to each other yet.
Before the...then, I'd only just found out that Kiba had a major crush on the lazy-bones twenty year old, and was on the verge of going insane with his secret, seeing as they resided in the same dorm, and in said dorm, Shikamaru usually just laid crawled out onto the roof and laid in the sun, topless. The poor boy had been driving himself bonkers, trying to hide it, while still wanting to confess.
(Naru/N: *evil laugh*)
Not that Shikamaru had any clue, to his ultimate defeat in brainiacs. Kinda funny how a boy with an IQ over 250 couldn't figure out that: "TopLess Shika + Drooling Kiba = Lovey-Dovey Crush!" Not too bright, for such asmart boy, eh? No, but it isn't like I can talk, this in mind, I feel my smile fade, and I quickly glanced at Sasuke. My eyes widened, and I knew my cheeks heated up, as I saw he was watching me as well, looking away swiftly when our eyes met.
Frowning, I tuned back into Kiba...or tried to. Right when I was about to cut him off, Shikamaru muttered something to him, and his breath puffed over Kiba's ear by accident, and the Inuzuka leapt straight damn up in the air, cursing as he blushed fiery pink, and shoved away from the very surprised other. Shika started to fall, but Kiba cursed again and grabbed at him, catching his foot on some unknown thing, and falling with him.
After the imaginary dust cleared-there was quite a bit~cough, cough~and the tumbleweed passed-I stifled a chuckle and nealry bit my tongue in half trying to keep it in. Kiba was laying right on Shika's lap, and had his arms above them both. The older teen, for his part, didn't seem to be all that freaked out(you could even say he wasn't displeased with thier situation) and wrapped his arms around the other, lifting them up to a sitting position.
But it seemed as though the smaller boy had hit his forehead, and was a bit dazed, leaning into the strong arms surrounding him. Shika blushed lightly, and something connected. Glancing around, I saw that nobody but Sasuke and Asuma knew what'd happened, not that either were doing much to mention it, and I 'pst-ed' the Nara teen, motioned for the door, and lead them outside into the hallway.
"Yeah, what is it?" he said, and put Kiba in myseat, before following me out. I sighed dramatically.
"Oh, for the folly of youth, young grasshoppa."
He stared at me, an eyebrow barely twitching, like it really wanted to raise, but was-like it's owner-too lazy to do so. As it did, I watched it, but grew tired and sighed wisely.
"Tis not you that will teach the pig, but the pig that knows all." He blinked, and rubbed his face, muttering, "I swear, a few brain cells die somewhere everytime you open your mouth." I scewred up my face and pouted, but quickly, flicked him on the forehead.
"Moron." He blinked, and stared at me incredulously, pointing first to me, and then to him, apparently stunned with my choice of words.
Too stunned to talk. He just motioned for me to explain, waiting expectantly.
I laughed, "Oh no, not me. I'm not going to say. Ask your little puppy over there, since he's the one with the secret."
His eyes widened, and he looked slowly to the brunette sitting up beside Sasuke, now softly telling him something and gesturing to both of us vaguely. The raven just stared at him, impassive as ever. I grinned and nudged Shika, who had gotten a bit of a far-off look to him. I stifled another little laugh, and kicked Kiba out of my chair, sitting down heavily and announcing to the raven, "Full day's work!" He just smirked and rolled his eyes. But he was chuckling. On the inside.
Asuma kept talking, and I'm pretty sure I wrote something about quadratics down. Probably. When the bell rang, I stuffed by notebook away, and stretched, standing up, only to be shoved back down. I shrunk back, used to this, and looked up at the dirty silver hovering over me, a sneer on his angular face.
"Mizuki. What do you think you're doing?" I heard from behind me, and a shadow fell across us both. Damn Sasuke can be scary. I retreated until I was almosr right up against him, and he hissed around me, waiting for a reply. The other teen seemed unimpressed, and stepped closer to me, reaching out and stroking my chin with a cold finger.
As Mizuki reached out, and brushed his hand along Naruto's jawline, the Uchiha stiffened, and jerked forward, grabbing the boy's sickly pale fingers and practically crushing them into a ball, squeezing his own hand around them angrily.
He growled out, eyes nearly glowing coal black, flecks of stark red flickering, "Mizuki. I said before. Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He bit off his snetence, seething, and pressed his hand harder, almost snapping the silver's fingers in two. This time, the other winced but still growled at the little blonde, using his other hand to stick his finger to his lips and try to brush past into Naruto's mouth. The small teen gasped and jerked back, ducking under Sasuke's arm and pressing his face against the raven's firm back, biting back a pathetic whimper.
Sasuke. Sasuke. Sasuke.
Glancing painfully at his little dobe, the Uchiha teen snapped back at the dingy haired teen, whose hand he was debating whether or not to break.
"Come on, Uchiha. Everyone knows you hate that little fucker just as much as everyone else. But as long as he gives me what I want," the male trailed off, and scanned Naruto's body with a cruel eye, "I'll be nice." Sasuke felt the hard shudder Naruto gave upon hearing that, and was seriously about to squash the guy's fingers into liquidized bones marrow, when the blonde suddenly collapsed behind him, and he immediately released Mizuki, who just watched cynically whilst he snatched Naruto up and yelled to Asuma.
The man came barrelling out of his office, and got out his phone, dialing.
"Kakashi! It really happened. Quickly!"
He shut the cell again and helped open the class door for the two of them, forgeting that it was still between periods, and they were almost completely trampled, before Sasuke began to generate death to all who got too near to them.
Sasuke POV
When I set him back down, Naruto's eyelids had stopped flickering so rapidly, and I had calmed down a bit from the stress of having so much fury pumping through my body that it'd made my head pound with my pulse.
As I laid him on the grass beside a tree and waited for our english teacher to come on and get there already, I put my back against the trunk and slid down to sit beside him, watching the sun play little dappled patterns across his golden spikes through the leaves overhead.
He groaned and turned, somehow ending up lying with his head in my lap. I blushed slightly, and petted his hair, which-unsurprisingly for him-I found he leaned into. I smiled gently, continuing and rubbing his scalp.
His breathng slowed more, and I sighed, relieved. He really had improved greatly. He no longer screamed when he got like this, and I could usually calm him back down pretty quickly. So when he started to pant a little, I furrowed my brow, but it didn't get worse. He just looked very deep in concentration. I sighed again, deeper this time, and kept stroking his cheeks and hair, trying to not get riled up by the despicable memory of Mizuki touching MY dobe(!). Growling away my groan of frustration, I dismissed the thoughts, focusing on the matter at hand.
What was up with Naruto?
Drip. Drip. Drip.
I wake up, and blink against the dull grey green light that illuminates the narrow hall I am laying in. But the bottom is flooded, and I hurry to stand, only to realize that I don't feel wet. Yes, my clothes are dripping and sopping, and water is falling in rivulets from my hair and chin, but I still feel like I'm standing next to an oven. Or in a dryer.
I clench and unclench my fists, trying to make sense of everything. Wet but not wet.
Standing, I look up and down the corridor. A heavy wind suddenly comes from down one end, and blows through my blonde hair, ruffling it like a gale. Picking stray strands from my eyes and open mouth, I hesitate, before heading into the slowing breeze. It stops, as I reach a turn, and I pause.
Seven seconds.
It comes again, and I think this time, I ear something else. A word.
But I can't be sure, and dimiss the thought, following the wind again. This repeats several times, until I'm positive I heard a word. Or a name.
Biting my lip, I know I can see a faint glow, still grey green, but brighter than here, up ahead. Following yet another wind, I find myself in a huge, open room, and see water droplets falling from somewhere far overhead, presumably where the constant dripping noise is coming from.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Craning my neck, I strain to see what's leaking, but the drops come from shadows, and a dull green sheen reflects from the now shin-high water, cutting off my view of my feet and ankles. I shiver, somehow having a sense of...deja vu.
"Na...ru...to..." I stiffen, certain of what I've just heard, and turn slowly. Behind me, where I had had yet to even glance, the entire wall is taken up by a gigantic set of cage doors. The wind breaks free of the darkness within them, and suddenly, I am scared, but curious. I step a little closer, wary, and call out softly, "Hello?"
The breath, as I now know it to be, comes once more before a faint rumbling. A slit of red appears, huge and crimson.
Another, right beside it, and I recognize them as the eyes of some wild thing, as red as pure and blood-like as those can only belong to something...untamed.
I feel my throat run dry, and hesitate again, scooting a tiny bit nearer. The large slits widen somewhat, and I murmur once more, as I know whatever it is can hear me, "W-who...or what are you?"
All of a sudden, an emormous mouth shines and gleams with two body-long sets of teeth, and the thing chuckles, deep and loud and trembling the room. The eyes open a little bit more, to reveal vertical slashes of black in the centers, and I shudder again.
I ask again, "Wh-who are you? You, in the cage." That stupid remark almost makes me laugh for myself. Who else would I be talking to but the monsterous creature in front of me?
Apparenty watever this thing is finds it amusing too, for it chuckles some more, and the sound rings an oddly familiar bell. I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up, like I'm being stared down by a predator. But then I realize.
That is exactly what I am doing.
Then, surprising me, even though I had asked, It speaks. It's voice is growling, and gives the impression of a snarl, but strangely deep and soft. Feral and wild.
"Oh, but kitling. You already know who I am. You have known me your entire life."
I feel the fear and dread finally settle in my stomach, replacing the curiosity and wonder at my little 'discovery'. Splashing in the somehow waist-deep water, I back up, gazing widely up at the crimson-eyed thing.
"Kyuubi."
Okay. I know it lacks something, but it was 2 am, and I felt like I was on a roll, so I went with it. Hope you liked it...? Please vote. Good bad, or in between Kyuubi?