Confusing Love
(Sorry for the wait. School sucks big time)
Next Day
"Hello! Did you know where Naruto is? I need to talk to him for a moment, if you don't mind." Ten Ten asked me with a bright smile. 'Naruto? Oh, Uzumaki.' I remembered yesterday about what happened. After Lee left, I turned around to ask Uzumaki if I was his favorite as well, but he'd already disappeared. I didn't know where he ran off to. After that, I went back home. I replied, "I'm sorry, Uzumaki's not with me now." Ten Ten frowned.
"Oh, and you're Naruto's what?"
"Huh?"
"Naruto's what? I want to know!" Ten Ten yelled hysterically into my face. "I'm just his student. He's my trainer." She ran away suddenly as I answered. After a few moments all I could think was 'What just happened?' That felt weird. Besides, she called Uzumaki by his given name. Does that mean she's his girlfriend?
When I first met him...the girl Sakura Haruno was chasing Uzumaki. Did something happen to them? I let things like that cross my mind...and realized that wasn't the right thing to do. "Why am I so concered about Uzumaki's girlfriend?" Never mind, gotta eat... As I got up and tried to open the door leading to outside...
Bam!
A tremor ran through my body. "Argh..." A familiar voice groaned. "I-I'm so sorry!" I looked up only to see Uzumaki standing in front of me. The last person I wanted to see. "No, I was careless too." As he swung his fingers I saw some blood on his fingertips. It looked like he rammed and cut his finger in the door as we ran into each other. "Oh no, we've got to take care of that right away..." I whispered. Uzumaki followed my gaze with a passive look.
"No, it's nothing serious."
"Well, it is something!"
As I started yelling, Uzumaki looked at me startled, his eyes open wide. I was even more surpised than Uzumaki.
"Look, let me just disinfect it first."
"...All right."
Uzumaki nodded reluctantly, perhaps overwhelmed by the power in my voice. I put on some antiseptic medication and a bandage. "All right, there you go." I smiled at him. "Thanks." Uzumaki said, emotionless as usual. "No, it was my fault after all." As I was returning the supplies into the med kit... Uzumaki, who'd been looking curiously, pointed to my hands. "You always carry that?" He asked. "Oh, the med kit? Yes, so that I can take care of my trainer." I looked away, slightly blushing. "Hmmph."
"No matter what we do, we always have to help our trainers, that's what I always do at least... But of course...this is secondhand info handed down to us by our senior selves." I looked back at him. "Really... Healing work sounds pretty interesting. I hadn't been so interested in it so far but..." Uzumaki spoke thoughtfully about it. I was going to ask him how he'd interacted with students to date...when I remembered what Lee said about favorites. I've been trying so hard not to think about it...
"What happened?" Uzumaki spoke to me as I cast my eyes down. "By the way, where were you going?" His hand ran through his hair. "Oh, I was on my way to buy some lunch."
"You didn't have lunch yet?"
"No, not yet." Uzumaki checked his watch and gave a deep sigh. "Someone who can't manage oneself...cannot manage other, I would think?" "Uh, I'm sorry." Uzumaki sighed again and grabbed my arms.
"Come on, we're going."
"Huh? To where?"
"To lunch." Then, he whispered, "Payback." I couldn't help smiling at his whisper. "All right!"
When we returned from lunch, I started to prepare my 8 Trigrams, 64 Palms Guard. I've only gotten the first eight seconds of it, the rest I had to learn from Uzumaki. Maybe I can learn the rest tomorrow. As I was going to call it a day, Uzumaki grabbed my arm and dragged me to a mall.
"U-Uzumaki, what's going on...? Is there a problem?" I asked, scared. "Here, try this on, I have a sample for you." Uzumaki showed me a dress. "Oh, it's beautiful." It was the most beautifully designed dress I had ever seen. As I started to enraptured at the dress, Uzumaki cleared his throat. "We were looking for someone to put this on." We? "Oh, okay. I'll go make arrangements for the model!" I tried to rush out the door.
"What're you saying?"
"Huh?"
"You're the one putting it on."
"Huh? Here?!"
"You're wearing it." Saying that he turned around...and held the curtain on a partitioned section of what appeared to be a fitting room at the back of the room. I walked my way over there with the dress. As I turned around to face the curtain, he was standing right there.
"Haargh! What're you doing?!"
"Don't 'What're you doing?!' me." Uzumaki raised his voice too, a bit flustered. The two of us were alone in the dressing room. Whenever I moved in the small cubicle, I brushed against Uzumaki's body.
"Hey, what are you thinking, you fool! I've got to the fitting."
"Huh?"
"I mean this is the first fitting that dress. If you put it on like a regular dress, it would come apart and your underwear would show. Or, is that what you want?" Uzumaki pursuaded me calmly. "...And I felt like a fool for having such thoughts." "O-Okay... But please look the other way when I'm taking off my clothes and the dress." I blushed. "All right." Saying so Uzumaki obeyed and turned around. I turned around and started unbuttoning my jacket. Aargh, it's unconfortable even with him looking away... I mean, we're here alone, in the enclosed space. It's so embarrassing taking my clothes off like this.
That was when Uzumaki...