Cheat

A Naruto FanFiction by Interrogated Pyjamas.

Warning: Language, Yaoi, Shounen-Ai, Boy/Boy, M/M, abuse of stereotypes.

Disclaimers: The following is a work of fiction created by and for viewers of the Naruto. No copyright or trademark infringement was intended, and all of the characters, situations et c. belong to, though aren't limited to Madman Entertainment, YTV, Jetix, Cartoon Network, and Viz Media. Inc, as well as being the original work of Masashi Kishimoto.Any character names, series references, song lyrics etc., used or cited in this story are the property of their respective owners and not myself.

Chapter 15
(Sasuke POV)

It turned out that the people who had oh-so-nicely interrupted us from telling Naruto he was all wrong were in fact the blond's beloved guardians. Iruka and Kakashi were teachers at our high school and although it was a little known fact, they also helped Naruto who lived on his own in an apartment. They gave him financial help and were classed as his guardians by law, so technically if they wanted to talk to Naruto, they had more right to than both Gaara and I, as much as I despised the fact.

Thus, we found ourselves thrown out, both trying to convey his wrong opinion as we were dragged from the room, that he was wrong and we most certainly did not want to be together.

I sighed as I threw myself out of bed the following Monday. Back to school again, but nothing would be the same. Sure there were the same people, same school buildings, same happy faces, same sad faces. But there was going to be no bustling blond next to me, no energetic spark to brighten my morning, no clammy hand gripping mine as we paraded into school. So I just trudged away, gathering my clothes half heartedly and pulling off my pyjamas as carelessly as I could muster.

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, and although the signs weren't there, I could feel the marks Gaara had left; I felt dirty, disgusted with myself. I'd let someone other than Naruto touch me, intimately, more intimately than Naruto and I had ever touched, and it hurt. It hurt a lot.

Although technically we hadn't surrendered anything to each other, I still felt as though I had done. It was as if I just wanted sex, not caring who with, that's what I figured it had come across to Naruto as. First I tried to get him drunk, then go off and start humping Gaara, it doesn't make me look the cleanest whistle in the box.

I felt my feet tiredly pound against rough carpet as I glumly gathered my belongings, shoved something forgettable and insignificant down my throat for breakfast, then wandered out to walk to school.

The walk from my apartment to Buffalo High wasn't that long a walk, and the thoughts I had were short and pathetic, little snippets to keep my thoughts away from Naruto and the mountain of pain I appeared to have single handedly achieved. Iruka and Kakashi had said that Naruto would be back at school today, and although I had seen him just days before, I could feel the sense of dread in my stomach as I entered through the grassy green school doors.

There was always something about our school that made it very hospital-esque, very quite and pale green, very sanitary. Very quiet. That was, until you heard the raucous laughter from a crowd around a locker towards the other side of the hallway. My eyes trained on the crowd, making them out to be Naruto, Kiba, Hinata, Neji, Shikamaru and Shino. It was, of course, Kiba who had incurred the attention of the whole of the school and the giggles and chuckles from the rest of the gang heightened in volume as his bright red embarrassed face turned to see the whole school staring in shock and bewilderment.

I wandered towards the crowd, wanting to talk to them, or Naruto more specifically, before I saw the glum looking figure of Gaara slumped against a locker a little further along the corridor.

He looked just like he always did; red hair, green eyes, pale skin. That was what Gaara was, but there was something different, a distinct aura about him that just screamed sadness and loss. I wandered up to him, noticing changes as I neared with every step. His hair was red, yes, but limp, lifeless and no longer possessed the burning fire it once did. His eyes were green, as always, but dulled, downcast and his skin was pale, certainly, but to an extent it was almost ghostly, tears streaking down paper white cheeks.

He looked completely and utterly broken.

"Gaara?" I prompted, watching as the redhead opened his eyes, revealing oppressed orbs from within, "what happened?" I asked carefully, moving to hold the other's hand reassuringly.

"Neji happened," he stated bitterly after a little while, the corner of his mouth twisting into a scowl and his eyes hardening like olive diamonds.

I hastily gathered the shorter boy into my arms, muttering that it was all going to be okay, eventually. It was all I could come up with, with regards to comforting him, since I myself needed comforting and couldn't exactly aid another, it'd be rather hypocritical if I were to be doubting the future myself, which I of course was. And I also needed a hug, and as I gathered Gaara into my arms I couldn't help but ponder the likenesses of the two boys; Naruto and Gaara, both lithe, both petite, both unique.

I prompted Gaara to tell me more, needing to know what I was consoling him for.

"Neji," he stuttered out, uncharacteristically as he shook in my arms, "he found out that- that we- we- you know?"

I nodded, it was too painful for me to say too, to actually admit it in my head was one thing but out loud was just unbearable.

"And he..." I prompted again softly, already feeling the anger build up inside of me at what the long haired brunet had done to my friend.

"He- he said I was a dirty whore who- who would never find love and he said- he said... he said.." he broke into sobs, and I didn't even try to force the insult out of him, I doubt I'd ever find out to be honest with you. I just encircled my arms around his waist even tighter, enveloping him in a protective embrace as he sobbed into my shoulder.

I suppose to any passerby it would seem that the action was intimate, rather than the friendly reassuring hug that it was, and that's how it appeared Naruto saw it, as I met his heartbroken eyes. What made it worse was the fact he just gave me a small smile, as if it were okay, just like he'd said at the hospital, that we had his blessing.

But we didn't need his blessing, we needed our boyfriends, or ex-boyfriends now, and I couldn't help but hate Neji for his overreaction. It wasn't as if Gaara and Neji were going out at that time, so what if he'd eventually found out about us, if he didn't know before he was most certainly blind. I felt myself turning to glare at Neji, freezing at the sight of Kiba and Hinata drilling holes into my skull with their usually grinning and happy eyes. I could never get anything right, could I? It just seemed like I was naturally programmed to 'mess-up-mode'; breaking hearts, spreading rumors, causing hurt and damage wherever I stepped foot. How un-Uchiha-like.

I had created what I now liked to call the domino effect which, of course, is the least original name of an effect I could have possibly thought of. Either way, I'd done one thing wrong, then it had all spiraled out of control, each wrong doing leading to yet another, and I refused adamantly to make yet another mistake that could possibly jeopardize my chances even more. Maybe I should have called it the spiral effect, but that appeared to have less of an appeal than dominoes.

I dropped my arms from around Gaara as my eyes followed the blond my heart so desperately yearned for. Hugging Gaara wasn't enough, I needed Naruto and it seemed years since I had touched him, kissed him, hugged him. I needed contact, desperately.

I followed him, along with Gaara, into the homeroom, vaguely taking in the sight of my other classmates, I hadn't seem them for a while, and whilst a lot were friends of mine, I couldn't bring myself to talk to them. It was nothing to do with them, they'd never done anything wrong, it was just me. My paranoid self thinking that maybe if I got too close to anyone once again, I would hurt Naruto, I could never hurt Naruto. But I would have said that before too, that I would never hurt him, but I did, so I lied? Had I lied? Technically no, I'd just broken a promise to both myself and Naruto' the promise to protect him, cherish him, love him, the soppy stuff you hear on movies but never think is true. The stuff I'd witnessed first hand but had lost so very carelessly.

Kakashi Hatake waltzed into the room about five or ten minutes late, which in itself was a great feat, in normality he was late by about half an hour, or never even came to the lesson at all, probably off fantasizing about the screwing the 'hot' ICT technician who both worked at the school and had to endure the torture of living with the treacherous teacher, god knows the greying man talked about him every single lesson, for at least ten minutes. Iruka this, Iruka that. Rather repetitive.

It was the person behind Kakashi that shocked me the most. Sai Fujiwara. Of all people, why the hell was Sai here? He didn't apear to have noticed me, or if he had, he was completely ignoring me. Not that I cared, him and his ridiculous gossiping had made this mess even worse for me.

Kakashi stood before the class, hushing us before introducing my oh-so-beloved cousin.

"Alright guys, this is Sai Fujiwara, I hope you all make him feel welcome. Since it's Buffalo tradition, Sai say a few words about yourself." He pushed the raven forward, prompting him to speak to the class.

"Right... I'm Sai, as Mr Hatake said-"

"Call me Kakashi," the teacher chirped, cutting into my cousin's delightful speech.

"Yeah... so I'm Sai … er, I like painting, I like sketching, I dislike my bastard of a cousin," I glared as he glanced around innocently, before he started grinning as the class caught on to his less than subtle joke. Well, we were almost identical anyway, so you'd expect us to be related.

"Right, well Sai's going to need someone to show him around," Kakashi muttered, glancing round the class, washing over me and honing in on my blond love, I could just see the thought process running through his eyes. He looks like me, he sort of acts a little like me, but he's funny, clever, loving. I knew right there and then that Kakashi had allotted Sai as my replacement as as disheartened as I was, I couldn't stop the next sentence that tumbled from his mouth.

"Naruto, you can show him round."

I uploaded chapter fourteen so I thought "oh screw it, I'll move on to fifteen now" since I've hit a bit of a block with AofD and I uploaded the nice little fluffy Roman ficlet I had up my sleeve, it's funny how I moved straight on but you've only just got it lolz. You probably won't understand the roman ficlet but I'm proud of it nonetheless. xD

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