Shelly's Note: As always I own nothing, enjoy
Why am I updating you may ask? Because I need to write because I am seriously pissed and need to get it out. I found out, through a reviewer, that someone copied my story "To Say I Love You" and turned it into a Sonic the Hedgehog story only changing the characters and the title to "How to Say I Love You" so I'm mad and am going to write to get back to a happy place so I figured if I'm going to write you guys should get a chapter as well...
Chapter 15: Therapy
Sasuke POV:
I walked into the kitchen the morning after my date with Naruto. I was feeling great, that is until I saw my mother already in there. She had already made her summer visit, it wasn't like her just to waste more time at the beach – even if it were for her sons.
"Mother, what are you doing here?" I asked.
She just gave me a small smile, "I have a solution for your problem."
"My problem?" I asked, though I was afraid as to what the answer might be. "What might my problem be?"
"Sasuke, sweetie, you can't be gay, you're an Uchiha," she said.
"It's not like I picked this," I said, angrily.
"I know you're just acting out for attention, Kakashi is going to listen and get rid of the problem," she said.
"Kakashi, who's he?" I asked, again afraid of the answer.
"You're therapist," she stated, as if it were obvious.
I felt my eye twitch as I glared, "I don't need a therapist, you can't change this." It was probably the first time I had really talked back to my mom and I wasn't going to back down.
"I can't but he can," she said, as she pulled me into the home office. The man sitting on the couch had silver hair and looked to be in his thirties at the oldest. He was wearing an eye patch and a turtleneck, high enough to cover his nose.
"I'm not talking to him," I said, though he was sitting right there.
"Yes you will," she said as she forced me to sit down before walking to the kitchen.
Kakashi POV:
His mother was fooling herself; this kid had gay written all over him. From his duck-butt hairstyle to his form fitting clothing choices, it was obvious that he was gay. However, they had money so I'd play along.
"I'm not going to turn straight because you want me to," he glared.
"I don't want to you do anything but talk to me," I said.
"My mother thinks I'll be straight if I talk to you," he said as he glared more.
"All your mother thinks is that by talking to me you'll see that you aren't gay," I explained.
"I have friends to talk to," he said as he crossed his arms.
"Sasuke, this will get us nowhere," I said.
"I can't choose who I like, trust me if I could I wouldn't pick the dobe," he said.
"I see," I said. I knew he was gay, I didn't know how to tell Mrs. Uchiha that there was no changing her son.
"Then why can't you leave me alone?" he asked as he stormed out of the home office. The kid was obviously pissed as he walked out of the room. I knew I had to talk to his mother.
"Mrs. Uchiha," I said as I walked into the kitchen.
"That was a quick session," she said, obviously not pleased.
"I don't think therapy will help him," I said.
"Excuse me?" she asked.
"He was walked out of the session, upset," maybe you should talk to him, rather than trying to change him, understand him," I suggested.
"My son cannot be gay," She said, sternly. "If you won't help me, I'll find some other way. You know the way out."
I frowned as she walked away, angrily. I knew she didn't want her son to be gay, but there are just some facts in life that you have to learn to accept and understand. I walked out of the house, wishing that I could have done more.
Naruto POV:
Sasuke stormed out of his house, obviously angry. He sat on his doorstep and I wondered what was wrong. "I'll be right back," I said to my friends as I ran over to Sasuke. He was looking down at the ground as I said, "Hey."
"Hi," he said with a frown.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"My mother's trying to change me," he said.
"What?" I asked.
"I told her I was gay when she was here," he explained.
"What happened?" I asked.
"She freaked out, she brought a therapist to try to change it," he sighed.
"So that's why you were angry?" I asked.
"Yeah," he shrugged.
I frowned as he thought about the interaction between him and his mother.
"Come on," I said as I stood up and held my hand out to him.
"What?" he said.
"Let's go for a walk," I smiled at him.
He hesitated as he looked back at the house, but then got up and took my hand. I smiled at him and said, "Who cares what your parents think."
He just nodded and I knew he didn't really want to talk, so we just walked in silence.
"Thank you," he said.
"Any time you need me, I'm here," I smiled as we continued to walk along the beach with our fingers laced together. I could tell as we walked down the beach that he was starting to feel better as a small smile started to appear on his face. We started to talk and I got his mind off his parents and the therapy.
"Let's get to know some things about each other," I smiled.
"Like what?" he asked.
"What's your favorite color?" I asked.
"Dark blue," he said.
"Mine's orange, what's your favorite food?"
"Pretty much anything with tomatoes," he said.
"Mine is Ramen, what is your favorite kind of music?" I said.
"Rock," he said,
"Mine too," I smiled.
We continued talking about our favorites as we walked. I loved getting to know Sasuke and by the time we walked back, he didn't seem to be worrying about his parents anymore.
"Thanks for the walk," he said again once we got back to the house. He looked in at his mother staring out at us and looked at the ground as he let go of my hand. He gave me a small smile and walked inside and I had a feeling that if his mother weren't standing there, I would have gotten a kiss too.
TBC...
