I'm so inspired today holy crap.

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I only live a few blocks away from Naruto, apparently, so it didn't take me long to get home and inside, away from the cold. "Itachi, I'm back. When are we leaving for my appointment?" I heard someone come downstairs and saw Kisame, not Itachi. "Oh, his Kisame. Where's Itachi?" I set my bag down and hugged him, pouting when his wet skin got my shirt all wet. I kissed his cheek and let him go, looking at the front of my shirt. I had a tendency of treating Kisame more like my brother than Itachi.

He hugged back and kissed my cheek. "He's finishing his shower, he'll be down in a bit." His blue hair was sticking to his forehead, indicating him and Itachi had been showering together again. "Anyway, he said you'll be leaving when he gets out, so just sit tight for a bit. You know how he is with his hair. I nodded and watched his walk back upstairs, plopping onto my back on the couch. It would probably be another 20 minutes before we left.

My mind flooded with thoughts of Naruto and I felt my cheeks flush bright red. I covered my face with my hands and groaned a bit. He had felt really nice when I had pressed up against him, and I couldn't get that feeling out of my head. The smile he had given me before I left was also stuck in my head, burned into my memory and haunting me. Never before, even after I had been watching him for a the whole week I'd been here, did I imagine him having a personality as beautiful as he is.

Itachi tapped my forehead and I squeaked slightly, falling off the couch and onto the hardwood floor of our living room. "Come on kiddo, we're going to be late. Kisame needs to get his eyes checked, too." I huffed a bit and sat up, taking the hand Kisame extended out for me. "Why are your cheeks all red, Sasuke? You weren't thinking about that blonde moron again, were you?" Itachi crossed his arms and looked at me.

Blushing more, I grabbed my bag and slipped my shoes on. "N-No, of course not. Can we just go? I wanna see what Kisame looks like with glasses." I laughed to myself at the thought alone. Kisame was a big guy, and he just wasn't the type that would look good with glasses. "I wanna talk to the doctor about getting contacts too." Itachi sighed but nodded, leading us outside and into the car.