101 Words

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto nor do I own it's characters. I make no money with this.

Author's Note: Okay, just so you know: I do plan on finishing this story, eventually. But sadly, I'm in exactly the situation I never wanted to get with this right now: I've more or less run out of ideas. . Which is all the more frustrating considering it's just FOUR MORE CHAPTERS. But I don't want to ruin this towards the end by forcing myself to write.

So, I'm sorry I have to say this, but the next, last chapters might actually take some time... Like I said, I do plan on finishing 101 Words, so there will eventually be a chapter 50 (which I have written already, yay). Knowing myself, I might also have an epiphany tomorrow morning and write like, twenty new chapters... It's just... not very likely.

Update: Ugh... So, since this chapter really didn't work out as planned and I still get reviews asking me about what the fuck happened in this and stuff, (and I was kind of getting frustrated with that, really) I finally had an epiphany and realized that I could just rewrite the damn thing. As in, edit in a few passages that I hope will clear things up a little... If it's still not showing through that I intended for this to be awkward in a FUN(!) way, I failed as an author... Again. Which would be... frustrating as hell. Oo'' So, cheer me up by telling me that this version is better than the last one...^^'' *begs shamelessly*

Betrayal

"You betrayed me," Naruto stated tonelessly, neither anger nor hurt showing in his voice – it felt strange to have those words thrown at him without as much as a single emotion behind them. The blond's face was just as unreadable as his voice, giving away nothing, and something inside Sasuke wanted to curl up in a dark corner far, far away from here.

"I know," he almost-whispered, unable to look away from Naruto's eyes even though he really wanted to. Something in the blond's gaze just kept him from turning away, held him where he was. Maybe it was the intensity of the plain lack of emotions, or the distance that suddenly seemed to have torn them apart. It might also have been the kunai that Naruto twirled between his fingers – a wordless warning.

"I still can't believe it, Sasuke," Naruto said, a shadow of sadness creeping over his face as he looked down at Sasuke's feet for maybe a few seconds. It could have been minutes, theoretically. Sasuke wouldn't have been able to tell the difference. He only waited, air seemingly frozen in his lungs, until Naruto looked back up and finally – finally! – glared at Sasuke with all the anger he was probably supposed to feel.

He had betrayed Naruto. He was – and had been, at the time – fully aware of that. Somehow.

When he spoke again, his voice was full of barely constricted anger, his eyes blazing red, his hands clenched into fists that Sasuke had no doubt could break at least half of his bones at once if the blond really decided to make this the time of their battle.

"I can't believe you... You left me!" Naruto said, his tone demanding an answer even if he hadn't asked the question. Yet. Sasuke knew it anyways. "After everything. After promising that..." He stopped, his glare softening. "After promising that you would... be with me."

Sasuke winced, unwilling to admit that he felt guilty, sickeningly guilty. Breaking their promise, betraying Naruto, he was painfully aware that he'd made just another mistake. Another one. Kind of.

"I'm sorry..." he offered weakly, wincing again when Naruto suddenly got to his feet and casually – so casually that it was almost predatory – crossed the room.

"Oh, you're sorry. Great. For getting me smashed in the first place or for leaving me there, alone, helpless, when you knew that Sakura was fucking drunk! When you knew what she planned?"

"I... Both, probably..."

"Probably." Naruto's face went blank. "Probably." He stopped, barely one step away from Sasuke, his body heat still somehow reaching the raven. "Probably!" And with that, he unzipped his jacket and pulled down the collar of his black shirt, revealing just exactly how much fun Sakura had had last night. "She left hickeys all over my fucking body! They're everywhere! Everywhere! And all I remember is that you left when she glared at you! You left me there!"

Sasuke swallowed thickly.

"I was her birth—"

"I don't fucking care if it was her birthday or what! You fucking sold me, you heartless, cheating bastard!"

Sasuke flinched, determinedly biting down the urge to correct Naruto on the fact that he had not sold him – it had simply been a cheap way to make their teammate happy – or that he hadn't exactly cheated on Naruto. Or told him that it had only been in self-defense. Because he had still betrayed Naruto.

...at least Sakura had smiled when Sasuke had last seen her...