I am not gay

S3

I own an original story, this is not that story.

I'll admit, I was having the time of my life. My first real ball, where i was not being a wall flower. Kurama had scared off his fangirls, and right now, Kurama was leading him over the dance floor the way onw was supposed to lead, without fawning over him. There was a lot of music going on, and way too soon, the music ended. As it did, i got the shock of my life.

A shock ran up and down my spine as he lightly pressed his lips onto mine. I've never felt anything like it. not from any of the girls I ever dated. I couldn't be... gay... could I? He wondered, before deciding that no, he was not. He pushed Kurama away, and i could feel myself slipping into my cold persona, that i used on my fangirls. "WHAT THE FUCK" I yelled at him.

"Relax, Raven," He tried to soothed me, smirking, and i so wanted it to work, but i couldn't bring myself to forgive him. Not like that. "what did you expect when a gay teen asks you for a dance? You, the hottest guy at the ball?" he turned sadistic slightly, as he finished, "Especially when you have known each other for years already." however, that only pissed me off further. I don't know why. It's just the way he always soothed me, but it didn't work today. I socked him in the eye, hard. I knew i was being unreasonable. I didn't care at the moment. "You" I said, my voice as cold as ice, "are worse than any fangirl I ever met. I trusted you." and with that, I walked away.

I literally growled at the pink bunny as it approached, and the moment i got outside, i was crying. I felt it burning down my cheeks, reflecting my pain inside. I wanted to run back in, hug him, and tell him I was sorry, but my pride prevented me from having them see me cry. Besides, i had to think. Why? Why did it hurt so much? Could it be... i actually liked that kiss from Kurama?

I ran home. Not to my apartment, but home, where my brother was, almost an hour away. I needed some comforting and advice. I ran there blindly, barely registering a car slamming fully on it's brakes, nor the pale raven rushing out, and grabbing a hold of me, until I saw his face, and I instantly relaxed. It was my brother. "Sasuke, what are you doing here?" He said, instantly dropping his cool persona he was known for. He nearly pushed me into the car and drove me the rest of the way home.

"So..." he said, trying to get a conversation going, "What happened at the masked ball?"

"I..." I said, biting my lower lip, "I met Kurama."

"So he actually came here?" he asked, "I thought you'd be happy about that."

"I was." I replied, and then fell silent, not giving him another word.

"So then... what happened" he asked, though he already must have had a suspicion.

"Can I take a chance to... think it over?" I asked him, really not wanting to talk about that right now.

"No. the quickest way to sort your thoughts is to try and explain them." he said, trying to be firm as they drove towards their home. "so let's hear it. What's the problem."

"He... Kissed me." I confessed. There I said it. That shut him up... or so I hoped. Naturally, I should have known better.

"Was he that bad a kisser?" Itachi said with a smirk, "or is he putting a sledgehammer to the closet you're in?"

I slammed my head into the dashboard, and kept it there the rest of the ride. As we reached his home, I got out, asking, "Why did I decide to come here again?"

"Because," he smirked, "you are masochistic and think my painful advise is somehow good for you." Somehow, his way of comforting reminded me of Kurama... or maybe Kurama's way reminded me of him. I wish I knew why he just kept creeping into my thoughts. I feel like that would somehow answer my dilemma, cause Itachi had kinda hit the nail on the head.

Kurama was trying to get me out of the closet, but I was not in a closet, was I? Could it really be that maybe, just maybe, I was... not into men, but into Kurama specifically? Could he be the special exception? But... I didn't even know his real name. That's what I'm gonna do tomorrow then. Figure that out. "Could I perhaps stay the night? Then get to my day job from here?"

"Always, little brother."

The next morning, I went jogging to my job at a burger restaurant owned by my brother. I was helping out in the kitchen. It was a restaurant, serving food that would do well on any fast food joint, but this was the same style of food done well. People came from around the city to try their "Real hamburgers" as the campaign slogan was. My brother had already gone ahead by car so he could get ready for job interviews with the new first-year students, who were all searching the city high and low for jobs at the moment. He spotted several of his classmates lining the wall in the building, along with a few strangers. One that was rather obvious was a blue eyed blond boy with massively spiked hair, and an obvious hang-over. "No way that kid gets the job." I muttered under my breath as I walked into the kitchen to start my shift.

A/N sorry for the long wait. I left this story for a bit because I had another idea, and that story wrote much easier. Also, my other Sasunaru, Itachi's decision, is up for adoption