The room was filled with a certain chill as me and the Uchiha sat across from one another at my kitchen table. Neither one of us knew how to approach the topic at hand, or just didn't want to say anything to the other. We already sat here for about twenty minutes with me tapping my fingers against the table, itching for a smoke, and him just staring at the fading blue wallpaper behind my head.

I knew this could drag on for ages, just like a stale cigarette. We were both stubborn men when needed, I knew that much, so this was going to waste a good portion of cloud watching time. Also, I couldn't even fathom how long the man would be living in my residence. Naruto had said until he got accustomed to village life again, but I was scared to exactly pinpoint how long that was going to take.

I sighed.

This was hopeless. Not only was I supposed to deal with a traitor in my house, I had to deal with Hinata as well. She wasn't going to be too thrilled about coming home, and finding out the long lost Uchiha was taking up residence with us. She was a caring soul, without any doubt in my mind, but even so everyone had their limits.

They were more alike than I would like to admit though. So it could be a slight chance they would become close housemates, but I wouldn't dream of it going pass that. Friendship was out of the question. Both individuals were closed off from social interactions and very introverted. Hard to guess what is going through their minds. I've been with Hinata almost going on three years now, and she is still a mystery to me some days. Those two under the same roof should be fun.

I sighed again.

"Stop that."

I looked up from my fingers that were still tapping to stare right upon a slightly irritated face.

I rolled my eyes before I knew it,

"Well what else am I supposed to do? We're both sitting here like a mute button has been pressed. You still are a traitor within my home, and I don't like you roaming around my compound. I also don't give two fucks about you, and you hate me. So tell me Uchiha you got anything better for me to do?"

Silence once again greeted the air like an old friend, until it was interrupted by a slight tinkering noise coming from my left. I glanced over to see rain drops splattering against my window. The sky started to turn an ashy gray instead of the clear blue that was out there only a few moments ago. It was going to be a nasty storm if the swirling clouds outside had anything to say about it.

This was perfect shougi weather.

I glanced back over to the Uchiha to see him staring out the window as well. For a second it seemed the storm was placed right into his eyes, as if he had the weight of the whole world on his shoulders, or maybe that was my dim kitchen light playing tricks on me. It has been known to do that before. I began to study his face even more since it seemed he didn't notice me staring at him, or probably just didn't give a shit.

He definitely looked more masculine than when I last saw him years ago. No longer could the women swoon over his so called 'pretty boy' face. Now it was replaced by a face that has seen too much, and cried too little. Short hard lines etched up under his eyes as if he was slowly morphing into Itachi. A slight pang clicked against my heart for a second. Sasuke was never and will never be Itachi. He can only be better or worse than the man Konoha came to know as a hero.

"You finish staring at me, or do you want to look at something more interesting?" The Uchiha asked with a hint of amusement.

My eyes instantly grew wide. I could not believe he would even spit something like that out of his mouth. I feel my hands begin to clench on their own. I frowned instantly, I will not let anything the Uchiha say get to me. That's what he wants, revenge from the other day, but I won't give him the satisfaction of that. I won't.

"Actually Uchiha I'm finish. I was staring really to just understand were the girls in our village stupid or just plain desperate, because you don't look that special to me." I drawled out.

If Sakura hadn't put seals over the sharigan I'm pretty sure I would be in a horrible genjutsu by now, just off how hard the Uchiha is staring me down. Goosebumps began to rise over my arms from the shivers that are plaguing my body. I could do nothing but keep staring back into his obsidian eyes. It feels like a dark tidal wave getting ready to wash ashore, you know you're about to get wiped out from the force of it, but you still stand there waiting for the impact.

"You are playing a dangerous game with me. You sure you want to do that?"

I can only think of one reply to that question, which scares me because I hope this won't be my answer to everything.

"Maybe" I whisper out.

The Uchiha says nothing else. He just gives a slight smirk as if he knows something I don't, and turns back towards the window.

I feel a sudden awkwardness seep within my bones. No longer did I want to be in such close proximity with the Uchiha. I place my hands against the table to push the chair farther out, so I could go to my bedroom.

Sasuke looked back at me for a second as I turned to go to the hallway.

"So I'm free to roam now Nara?"

I gulped, wondering why I began to get so nervous, it wasn't like he said nothing overly perverted or malicious, if anything the beast had been sort of tame ever since he stepped foot within my home. If the situation was switched I would bet all of my earnings that I would not be so calm and accepting of my predicament.

I glance back before I go through the kitchen door to my bedroom,

"If that really interest you Uchiha, go ahead. There's really nothing to see around here, but whatever. I'm pretty sure you know though that you can't leave the premises of my compound and land. I'm going to bed."

And with that I left the Uchiha before he could see how unsettled I really was.