Cheat

by Interrogated Pyjamas

In reply to those people who said that the last chapter was boring, I adamantly refuse to apologize since I did say at the beginning that it was the same as the previous chapter except from Neji's point of view. I needed to show things from Neji's prospective since I'd shown Gaara's and I needed to show he knew nothing about the 'affair', so to speak. It was hard to write a whole chapter since I felt I was just repeating myself so I'm staying with Sasuke and Naruto now, having so many different point of view confused the story so much.

Danke xD

Warning: Language, Yaoi, Shounen-Ai, Boy/Boy, M/M. Oh my.

Disclaimers: I dun' own nothing.

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

I'll Follow You Into the Dark
by Death Cab for Cutie

Joyyyy.... back to the actual story. That twist bored me.. meh.
Narutime.

I waited for Kyuubi in the foyer of his office, his colleagues eagerly greeting me and asking about my life. I kept a mask on though, a mask that deemed everything to be perfect. Nothing missing, nothing lost. They all seemed to notice though, damn my over expressive eyes. I missed him. Damn I missed him so much, just the pure thought of everything being a dream, an unbelievable hoax I'd played a minor role in, it made me sick in the stomach. Why me? What had I ever done to him? I'd been loving. I, unlike him, had been faithful. He got what he wanted, Gaara. He was probably out with him now, celebrating and congratulating himself on losing me, on breaking my heart. Why was it me that desperately missed him? It should be him. But instead, me; the innocent party, was left broken and nauseous. And he; the guilty party, was left joyful and at ease with the world.

Why did I even fall for it? Why did I fall for him? He was tall, dark and handsome. A caring and considerate partner. It was little things he never did for anyone else. How it would feel so right when he held me in his arms. How it felt that the world stopped when he kissed me. But that was all fake, he wanted two things and two things only, and neither had anything to do with me. He wanted sex, some sort of intimate sexual relationship, more than the kisses and hugs I gave him. And most importantly, he wanted Gaara. Put them together and what do you get? He wanted sex with Gaara, and if I hadn't clumsily found them, I'm sure he would have got just that.

Was it just that one time though? Had there been times before? Had he been sneaking out to Gaara's every Saturday night when he was supposedly doing homework. I couldn't believe anything anymore, every fact he'd told me came with a hint of doubt, a pinch of salt. I didn't know what to believe, it seemed there was no one to trust. My best friend was lost, my boyfriend was lost. I was no one. If they didn't appreciate me, no one would. Maybe Kiba and Hinata's help was just out of pity. Maybe Ino's caring words were not of sympathy but merely to get me out of her hair. I was doubting everyone and everything.

And to think I was contemplating giving myself to him. Maybe it'd wouldn't hurt as much as last time, if I were in a loving relationship. Yes, I see you confused. I wasn't a virgin. I wanted to be, oh how I wanted to be, but my past let me down. My family let me down. But you're no one, I'm talking to myself, so I know you won't tell anyone. I know I can trust you. None of my friends know anything about what happened. I never told them, whenever they brought up the subject of family, I froze involuntarily, they soon gave up. I didn't want to worry them with my problems and fears. They needn't know my intense fear of snakes for for a valid reason and not just because I was a pansy, a pussy. A wimp like they said I was. They needn't know the only reason I didn't dare to get intimate was because of the image of him. How he lulled me into comfort then extorted it like I was one of his cheap hoes. And it was my family's fault. And mine. I shouldn't have let him in, I shouldn't have let Gaara in and I definitely shouldn't have let Sasuke in. It had happened again, lulled into a sense of comfort then used to get what anyone else desired. I was like that, a usable object you just merely throw away after use. Like a soiled baby diaper. What a lovely simile to fit upon oneself.

I was interrupted from my musing as a tall redhead waltzed through the door. If you thought Gaara's hair was anything royal, Kyuubi's would be like the king of redheads. Haphazard long spikes danced everywhere, I swear he must have poked a few eyes out in his lifetime. He was tall and lean, fiery and confident, the exact opposite of what I was feeling. I wanted to curl up in a ball and hide under the stairs like Harry Potter or just shrivel up to never be seen again. How angsty.

It always shocked me how he managed to both own the club, DJ and do all of the paperwork and never fall behind. His office was soundproof but you could still feel the vibrations of the club below. It was like a pleasant hum, letting you know you weren't numb, you weren't empty.

He walked over to me, dropping down to his knees and comfortingly held my shoulders with his calloused hands. For some reason he always seemed to calm me, he was the only family member I had left, everyone else had deserted me. But Kyuubi, Kyuubi stuck up for me, refusing to let them sell me away. They disowned him for that, but he didn't care. That's what I'd always cherished about my older cousin, he was always there to protect me, like the elder brother I'd never had.

"What's up pumpkin?" he asked as he looked me dead in the eye. I could never lie to Kyuubi, he had an extraordinary power to know exactly when someone was lying. I think it's because he did a degree in criminal psychology or something along those lines. He just knew instantly and never let you get away with it. As for the pumpkin bit, it was an old nickname, endearing in a way. Long story short, when I was five, before all of the mess that screwed up my life, we had a Halloween party. The whole of the family, distant relatives, friends and unknown people came and we had every food item under the sun. My mother was a great cook before it all happened, she cooked deviled eggs and ghostly cupcakes, laid on Halloween paper plates. The house was decorated head to toe in faux spiders' webs and plastic skeleton bones, it looked positively frightful.

I was dressed in a pumpkin suit. That's all you need to know. You needn't know about me slipping on the ice on the patio and sailing into the most regal person there, or the fact that he spilt mayonnaise all over himself. Or even the fact that he chased me round the garden with an axe he mysteriously got from somewhere, with my father chasing after him and cursing him to hell. We had a charming family.

"It's Sasuke," I sniffled, I knew I shouldn't be so damned emotional, I sounded like a girl on her period, "he.. he cheated on me." He didn't gasp, he wasn't surprised, he didn't seem the slightest bit shocked.

"Bastard," he sneered evilly before wordlessly gripping my hand and dragging me into the next room.

"Ino," he called to his blond receptionist whom smiled in reply, "I'm taking Naruto in, he needs some therapy." I knew exactly what 'in' and 'therapy' meant, he'd done it with Ino when the exact same thing had happened to her. Her boyfriend cheated on her, so Kyuubi made her forget about everything by dancing and singing and raving about in the club. It was his version of 'therapy', and was apparently quite good, so I just let him silently drag me in and up to the DJ booth. It seemed words weren't needed.

It wasn't even like I'd be able to hear him anyway. The club was jumping, strobe lights seductively making every dancer five times more better looking than they actually were. A sea of sweaty pumped-up dancers grinding against one another in an excitable frenzy. I'd never been a club junkie, a party go-er, yes. But I always found clubs a little … intimidating. But Sasuke loved them, he'd drag me to them and expect me to go dancing with him, I never did. I just sat at the bar and watched him dance with our other friends. With Gaara. He wouldn't look over at me, not once, because he didn't miss me, he didn't even need me there. So I'd slip out, I'd slip out every time, before walking home and waking the next day with a slight hangover, but nothing compared to the likes my other friends would get. Then later on, when I asked how it went last night at the club, he'd just reply 'you should know, you were there', before playing me off as being jokey. He never realized that I left. He just thought I was there, with him, dancing to the music. I never was. It was always Gaara.

I hadn't noticed but Kyuubi had turned the music off and was now speaking down a miropohne to all of the partygoers.

"Hey guys," he drawled in what he deemed his 'sexy voice', it apparently drove everyone crazy, "I'm sorry to interrupt your … festivities, but we have a problem. Little Naru over here is upset." I frowned and he laughed at my face.

"See?" he continued chuckling, "His boyfriend cheated on him." A collection of 'awws' and 'what a bastard' could be heard, but one voice stood out from all the others.

"I wouldn't cheat on you, you're hot," it sounded as everyone laughed in return. It seemed Kyuubi knew him aswell.

"Ah, Ringo, what a joy to see you again, whoring as per usual?" he chuckled, earning a grin from the so-called 'Ringo.'

"Back to what we were saying," Kyuubi started again, sending a playful glare at Ringo, "Naruto needs to dance, so who's gonna dance with him, eh?" The crowd resounded with people shouting 'ME', which was quite scary since they all came at me and I thought they'd tear me apart or something. They all seemed to have a hungry look, the like one you get when you haven't ate anything in a while. And as I was pushed into the sea of now dancing party-goers by a now departing Kyuubi, I was sure that this would be a night to remember.

And before you all think it, yes. It is shit. No, I don't care.
Yes, Kyuubi will beat Sasuke up.
No, I don't give a damn if Sasuke is injured.

Once again, this chapter is crapp... YAYYYY xD

Shoppiinnnggggg xD You see, I'm not a girly girl, so I don't go for pink. Ever. But I like shopping, online.

Stores scare me a bit.
I'm going shopping next week. With lots of money I've been saving xD

YOU WILL SURRENDER OXFORD STREET xD

Mmmmm. And on a more serious note.
I hate Primark.

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