Author's Note; Here's an early update! I was able to get some time to make this between my shifts today :) The update is short, but I'll be updating tomorrow as well if I have time between shifts like today! Hope you all enjoy this short update and review if you can! This is officially where it starts when I'm going to need some opinions on if I need to change anything and/or how to bring it back up later since I forgot to bring up this little problem in the future of this novel.

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Chapter 15

Naruto

I couldn't believe that Sasuke saw Gaara and I making out! We had been trying so hard to hide our relationship that I completely forgot that Sasuke was the master of silence. And when he asked if we were a couple, I wanted to hide so bad that I would have forced myself to run away as fast as I could. But with Gaara there, we were able to entrust with Sasuke about our relationship, and we both blackmailed each other about our secrecy, especially since we now know who Sasuke likes. That wasn't a big shocker for the two of us, but we know what would happen if anyone found out. But hell, Itachi's evil!

And when they asked about my Mom, I thought I was going to break down, especially after their comments on how my Dad was before I was born. I honestly thought I would have started crying, but I was shocked when I didn't. But this was the first time I lost my appetite with ramen, and I vowed I'd never let my appetite drop for ramen ever again.

"Hey, Naruto, are you paying attention to anything we're saying?" Sasuke's voice echoed in my ear on my right as they were trying to help me with my trig homework. But everything that's happened since lunch was still occupying my mind and I zoned out of their explanation.

"Sorry." I mumbled and Sasuke sighed heavily in annoyance, he and Gaara had explained the same problem to me for the last ten minutes, and I could tell they both were getting frustrated.

"Naruto, wanna work on this later?" Gaara asked, his hand resting softly on my shoulder. He must know that I'm frustrated and a bit depressed, that's the only time I can't concentrate on anything.

"Please?" I asked, hoping Sasuke would understand, but he sighed heavily again and went back to his seat and turned his laptop on. I just hoped I wasn't going to be getting on his nerves while I stayed here.

Looking down at my lap, I sighed heavily when Sasuke became quiet while Gaara put our stuff away, leaving the room only for a moment before coming back and sitting next to me to finish his soup.

I sighed once again and wheeled myself out of the room. The kitchen had enough tension in it to make someone suffocate, and I knew all of it was coming from Sasuke. So I decided to go lay down and give my back a rest from sitting up for the last six hours. But I got even more frustrated when my wheelchair got caught on the lip in the doorway that separated the living room from the kitchen.

"Let me help you." I heard Gaara say as I felt him grab the chair and push me over the lip, but I took over once I was into the living room.

"Thanks, I'm going to go lay down …" I said and wheeled myself to the spare room I was using and left Gaara in the kitchen. I just hoped I didn't hurt him while I was being cold, and I wasn't trying to be either.

When I got to the bedroom, I wheeled myself inside and shut the door before wheeling over to the bed and forced myself to my feet and onto my stomach on the bed. I hadn't realized I was holding my breath until I was comfortable and closed my eyes, but I couldn't fall asleep like I wanted.

When I opened my eyes next, the entire room was pitch black. I must have fallen asleep and not realized it.

I looked for an alarm clock, but I couldn't see any and remembered that there wasn't one. My internal clock was telling me that it was around eleven in the evening and I sighed heavily, I had just enough time to get to work if I were to get up and get my shoes on now and leave.

But I knew full well that I had to play my cards right in order to get out of the house without being caught. There wasn't an alarm system, so I knew I was good to go to let myself out without worry. But it was the fact that I had to be out of here before Itachi got home and pray that Sasuke and Gaara weren't up, though I knew that Gaara would be awake. He hasn't slept in two days save for the small nap he had yesterday.

I sighed heavily and heaved myself up onto my knees before I stood up and sat in the wheelchair. I debated for a moment if I should take it with me, but I knew I'd never get out of the house with it if I did, so I was going to leave it here and tip toe my way out of here.

I got up and walked to the door, opening it slowly and was glad that it wasn't squeaky and made my way to the bathroom that was down the hall and I found myself completely relieved once I saw no one was in it and locked myself in the bathroom.

After I was done using the bathroom, I stared at myself in the mirror Itachi replaced this morning and saw that my hair was a complete mess and searched for a brush to try and tame it. I failed miserably because that's just the way my hair is and sighed as I left the bathroom only to find Gaara standing in the door way.

"Oh, hi Gaara." I said, hoping he wasn't going to be pissed off with me for walking around and not using the chair.

"I was just waiting until you were done." He yawned. He must have been asleep a few moments ago.

"Oh, okay, hey, is Sasuke up?" I asked in a whisper because I realized that the house was dark.

"No, he went to bed two hours ago." Gaara nodded as he walked in before I walked out.

"Okay, I'll see you in the morning." I yawned, glad it wasn't a fake one because I was honestly exhausted mentally like the nap I took did absolutely nothing and closed the door for him.

When I heard him lock the door, I quietly made my way to the front door and slipped on my shoes and made my way outside and quietly closed the door and left the property before Gaara realizes I'm gone.

It took me ten minutes longer than it usually took me to get to work and I was heaving and seeing black in my vision because of the pain my back was in. But I wasn't going to be allowed to rest for long when Mari, my boss, walked up to me with a pissed off expression on her face and her arms crossed.

"You're ten minutes late for work." She growled, her teal eyes staring me down as her orange hair fell past her shoulders. I could tell she was waiting for me to come into work so she could go to the bar down the street. And she hated it when she wasn't there at midnight.

"I'm sorry." I heaved, my breathing not wanting to go back to normal as my legs started shaking a little bit.

"Sorry isn't good enough, and because you're late you're working all day tomorrow and all day Sunday along with your regular night shift without breaks." She said, and she knew that was impossible, but she'd make me do it anyway. It was so like her. "And take that piece of shit off, it's not part of your uniform."

"Yes ma'am." I said, forcing my breath to get regular before I limped into the kitchen, taking my brace off and put on my apron before I got to work on making sandwich orders that were starting to pile up. I had a hell of a time getting my vision to go back to normal, but it took five minutes before I could properly make the sandwich orders.