Hi therreeee! I have exams this week and next so I'll probably not update again until they're all finished with, so here's the latest chapter :)
Chapter 5. Naru POV
"Two bottles of stella."
"Sure thing." I grab the bottles from the fridge, pop the lids off and hand them over. "Four pound there." I take the money and ring it into the till before handing the guy his change, smiling at him.
"Thanks, darling." He winks as he hands his friend the other bottle and walks away. I drop my smile and shiver. Creep.
"Hey Naru, I've got things covered here. Collect some glasses will ya." It's fairly quiet for a Sunday night.
"Okay." I wipe my forehead with the back of my hand and hop over the bar. The guys from before whistle over at me and I wave. I wish they'd find the key for the door from the bar to the floor already or replace the door. I'm getting sick of jumping over the bar. I pick my crate up and start collecting glasses and bottles.
I've not spoke to Itachi since last weekend, I keep ignoring his phone calls and texts. I know I'm being childish, but I can't help it. When I wasn't working I spend my time at the Uni; doing research, organising my notes, that kind of thing. Anything to keep me busy and away from home. This week Gai, our main lecturer, told us about how we can take part on placement scheme in one of the local schools and that only a select few of us would be selected. I put my name down, but I doubt I'll pass the interview with Gai next week.
"'Sup, Naru!" He raises his hand and I high-five him. "When you off?" I press my knuckles against his and the other guys.
"Two." He frowns and passes me his empty bottle.
"That blows."
"Hey, Kiba! Stop disturbing my staff, let the girl work." My boss waves over at us on his way out to have a smoke.
"Sure thing, Asuma!" I smile at the guys from my class.
"Shame you can't join us. Organise a night off, man." I press my knuckles against his again.
"I'll try." I wave and head into the smaller room picking up glasses as I go. I greet a few people that I recognise from Uni, high-fiving them as I go along. I walk over to the table in the far corner where it's the darkest. "Having a good night lads?" I pick up a few glasses before looking up at a pair of onyx eyes. I blink a couple times, his face registering in my mind. My smile drops, turning into a scowl and I straighten myself up. "Out. Now."
"Shit." I hear the whisper and it angers me.
"I said now, Sasuke." I turn to the others. "Give me your ID's, boys." They groan. "Oh, no ID's? Get out, before I call the bouncers over. All of you." A few of them finish their drinks before leaving. Sasuke just sits there, his head in his hands. I sigh and grab his hand. "Come on." I pull him up and he staggers after me. Passing the bar, I dump the crate over it onto the bench. "Aya, I've got to go. I'm really sorry." She looks between me and Sasuke, who doesn't seem to be able to stand straight.
"Is everything okay?" She passes my coat and bag over and I nod at her.
"Yeah, just tell Asuma I'm sorry and I'll make it up to him." She nods before going to serve someone. "Come on, Sasuke." I pull my coat on before taking his hand again and leading him out of the club. "Good night fellas." I wave bye to the bouncers, dragging Sasuke around the corner and down the street. I don't stop until I reach the park and sit him down on a bench. Sitting next to him, I grab a bottle of water from my bag and pass it to him, taking the top off. "Here, drink this." He takes it, and downs the small bottle of water. His arm drops and the bottle slips from his grasp, hitting the floor. Before I can pick it up, he leans forwards and releases his stomach contents all over... and on both of our shoes. "How much have you drank?"
"Please..." He wipes his mouth on his sleeve. "Please don't... don't tell my dad." He starts shaking so remove my coat, carefully putting his arms through it and zipping it up for him. Looking at him, he's actually quite small for his age... I rub his back, trying to ignore the smell of his vomit on my shoes.
"It's okay. I promise I won't tell. How much did you drink?"
"I don't... I don't remember. A lot... we urm we drank a lot before we left... I can't remember."
"Shh, it's okay. I'm guessing you can't go home right? Come on." I pull him up and support him, leading us out of the park and head towards my apartment.
"Please... don't tell." I run my hands up and down his arms as I support him.
"I won't." He mumbles a few more things but I can't understand what he's saying. He may be the reason for me ignoring Itachi out of embarrassment, but I don't like seeing him like this. Might as well take care of him. We get to my apartment and I struggle to open the door while holding him up. After a few minutes I manage to get us in and relock the door. I take him straight to the bathroom and run the shower cold. I can't believe I'm going to do this.
I unzip my jacket and pull it off, throwing it on the floor. Itachi briefly crosses through my mind but I push it aside. I kick my trainers off and set on removing his. "Sit on the toilet." He does as he's told, wobbling slightly. I pull his trainers off, and his socks, throwing them with mine. "Lift your arms up, Sasuke." He complies, half lifting them up, his head drooping slightly. I quickly grab hold of the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it above his head. "Are you going to throw up again?" He nods slightly so I move him so that his head is over the rim of the bath. He retches a bit so I rub his back in circular motions. "Let it out. You'll feel much better." A few minutes later I'm wiping his mouth with his t-shirt.
"Up." I help him up, then unbutton his jeans and pull them down with his boxers.
"You're not going to molest me... are you?" He slurs his words slightly and tries to smile at me. I grin back at him.
"In your dreams, squirt."
"Hn." I get him to walk out of his jeans and get his in the shower. He hisses as the cold water bounces off him. He tries to get out but I push him back in, climbing in after him. My teeth start to chatter with the cold but I ignore it as I wipe him down with a sponge. "Naruko..."
"What?"
"Why am I in the shower?" I pour some shampoo onto his head and rub it in, before rinsing it, ridding him of the sick that had got caught in it.
"Because it was easier than putting you in the bath." I reach behind him to turn the shower off. "Come on, let's get you dried." I wrap him in a towel and take him into my room. Sitting him down on the bed, I search the clean washing pile for a t-shirt and shorts that would fit him. Kneeling in front of him, I remove his towel and dry him. As I run the towel over his chest, I realise just how thin he is. "You're so thin, Sasuke..." He grunts as I help him get dressed.
"You're wet." I smile as I dry his hair.
"I remember doing this to you when you were a child. You wouldn't get washed if it wasn't with me." I drop the towel and his glazed eyes run over my face.
"You used to bathe me." Not a question, but a statement.
"Yes. You remember me now?" He shakes his head, no.
"But Itachi, he... he showed me pictures." A faint blush appears on his face. "There was one of you in the bath with me. You were wearing a blue swimsuit..." I ruffle his hair and stand up, searching for some clothes for myself. I check my mobile, 10 messages. A few off Kiba asking where I disappeared to, one from Asuma asking me to ring him when I've got a chance, and the rest from Itachi. Wanting me to ring him when I'd finished work; that he needed to talk to me.
I send him a quick reply, the first I've sent him in a week, telling him to come round after his lectures tomorrow; that I needed to speak to him too. Turning it off I drop it on the floor, looking over to Sasuke. He's lying down with his eyes half closed, his breathing getting softer and slower. I use the opportunity to change my clothes but I don't bother replacing my underwear; looking up at him I see his eyes are open again, eyes looking at my chest.
He pushes himself back up, eyes still on me. "I never noticed that last time... where did you get that scar?" Unconsciously I bring my hand up to my chest, tracing the scar which goes from my right shoulder down past my breasts, stopping just below my left breast. I give him a sad smile and push him back down onto the bed, bringing the quilt over him.
"That's a story for another time, squirt. Get some sleep, you're going to feel like hell in the morning." I stroke his hair, just like I used to when he was younger.
"Itachi... he told me that... that I've got a lot to learn about you." He yawns. "He's right... he's always right." His eyes flicker shut and his breathing becomes slow and deep. Picking up my mobile, I smile and leave the room, turning the light off I look back at him.
"That's because he's your brother, Sasuke. Of course he's always right..." I close the door behind me and head out to clean up the bathroom, starting to feel bad for ignoring Itachi. It's not his fault Sasuke embarrassed me...
A while later I re-enter my bedroom and place a bucket next to the bed, just in case. I also put a glass of water and some painkillers on the bedside cabinet for when he wakes up. Heading back out, I take my laptop from my backpack and start this week's assignment after emailing a few lecturers, informing them I can't attend their sessions tomorrow and if they could send me their presentations. Turning my phone back on, ignoring the frantic texts off Itachi, I send Kiba a quick message telling him I'd explain when I see him and if I can have a copy of his notes for tomorrow.
There's no way Itachi will skip Uni tomorrow to see me earlier, he's such a prude, but I can't help wondering what I'm going to say when he gets here...
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