Author's Note: 'Ello there and welcome to my version of Seven Days. If you're unaware, Seven Days is an actual BL Manga—created by the lovely Rihito Takarai—so if you've not read it yet, then I suggest that you do as it's awesome. If you have, then you'll notice that my story differs from the Manga. And the reason for that is because I didn't want to do an exact copy.

I've made the main characters the same age and am gonna stick to their actual personalities as much as I can. Another thing that might be interesting to know is that this story takes place in 2005 but in an alternative universe where same-sex couples are accepted a lot more.

If you're a new reader then enjoy the story!

For my old readers revisiting Seven Days or anyone else who is curious about it, you'll notice quite a change. You see, I got an idea to make a sequel called Seven Weeks that takes place right after this story ends. Just like Seven Days, it'll follow our two favourite boys as they juggle numerous things on top of their now official relationship status.

Anyway, this new version has taken out scenes that I deemed unnecessary, no longer uses words such as "blond," "raven," or "pinkette" to describe who is speaking, doesn't switch perspectives all willy-nilly, and hopefully shows more than tells you about what's happening.

That's all for now! The next time I'll see you will hopefully be during Seven Weeks, which I'm currently working on. I'm super excited about it!

Enjoy your reading!

Also, thank you to The Mummy for going through my chapters.

Monday

Naruto sighed as he looked out the window. The sky was devoid of any clouds which on a better day would brighten his mood. However, it only brought him a sense of melancholy. Perhaps because the blue represented everything the opposite to his current mood? Yeah, that sounded about right.

Some said that you shouldn't dwell on the past as it stopped you from enjoying the here and now. But how was one meant to just forget things? After all, no matter what he did the ending stayed the same. He let out another sigh.

A sharp pain brought his attention back to reality. "Why'd you hit me, Sakura?"

She scoffed. "It's because you do such things like surly look elsewhere or sighing that the stream of girls you go out with always dump you in a flash, you know?"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it." He waved his hand as if to brush off her words.

She rolled her eyes. "You never listen to good advice when it's given to you," she said and crossed her arms. "If you go on like that, your girlfriend's going to fall out of love with you pretty soon."

"I'm thankful for your concern but I already got dumped."

"When?"

"Yesterday." He paused and opened his textbook. "She told me that I wasn't the person she thought I was."

"There, didn't I tell you?"

"It's her fault for assumin'," he said with a sigh. "They're always the ones to confess their love to me and then get disappointed when I'm not what they expect me to be."

"Well, you can't really blame them," she said with a shrug. "After all, there's a huge gap between your personality and your appearance. It's practically a scam."

He rolled his eyes. It was hardly his fault that they didn't like him as a person.

"Your personality aside, I have to say you look beautiful when you're drawing your bow. There's like this stoic air around you." She smiled. "And then there's that face of yours, which makes you seem like a prince that these naïve girls have been fantasising about. So it's not that hard to understand why they would assume."

He rubbed the back of his neck as another sigh escaped him. "I guess this image of me won't disappear until I leave the club..."

"Stop that. It makes you look pathetic."

"Do I look like I care?"

"Honestly? No, and that's kind of sad. You should be more careful about showing your true self."

"I think it's a bit too late for that."

"Whatever. Don't come crying to me when another one dumps you."

"Believe me, I won't." He paused to write something down. "Anyway," he said to catch her attention. "The girls should get into their heads that perfect boys from books or TV dramas don't exist."

"That would be something, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah," he said with a strained smile. "I'd consider myself lucky if I could get someone as realistic as you."

"Oh?" Sakura's eyes lit up with interest. "Then how about it? Do you want to try going out with me?"

"Sure, why not?"

She appeared taken aback. "No way... You agreed to it so lightly..."

"So you were jokin'?"

"Of course I was!"

He shrugged. "I had a feelin' that you didn't really mean it. Stuff like fallin' in love... Who knows? You never know when it's gonna happen to you."

"How very poetic of you."

Naruto chose to not further engage in conversation. He managed about four lines before Kiba interrupted to suggest that they order pizza. And he would be a fool to pass up such an opportunity. They discussed with some other classmates what to get when a pair of girls caught his attention.

"Sasuke is not here yet."

"I guess he's not coming to school today."

"I wonder if he's sick?"

"Yeah, I'm worried."

"Seems like Uchiha hasn't shown up today," said Kiba.

Naruto rolled his eyes. "I kinda noticed that."

"Oh yeah! Isn't he in archery?"

"Yeah."

"You're in the same year so you must be close, huh?"

"Not really," he said with a shake of his head. "We're just acquaintances. He rarely comes to practice, so I don't see him that often." He looked back at the girls and noted they had a certain look in their eyes. "By the way, is it Monday today?"

"Yeah," said Kiba as he followed his gaze. "The day he'll definitely say yes."

"And at the end of the week he'll tell his partner exactly this: I couldn't fall in love with you. Let's break up."

The two turned towards Sakura.

"Ah, that reminds me... Sakura–"

"That's right! I went out with him for exactly one week in September!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Why are you so proud of that?"

"Because it felt like I had hit the jackpot when it happened," she said with a wistful smile. "It was like a beautiful dream."

"Hey, isn't that a contradiction to what you were tellin' me earlier?"

"Wow, I didn't know you knew such a difficult word like contradiction."

"Shut up..."

"I mean, really, you're not the most eloquent person I know. It's a wonder that some of these girls don't dump you the second you open your mouth."

"I said shut up!"

"Anyhow," said Kiba. "Normal guys like me will never understand people who are that popular. Exactly what kind of person is Sasuke Uchiha?"

"A handsome guy."

"I really didn't need you to tell me that. I know by just lookin' at him."

He shrugged and made his way towards the door.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

"Someone's gotta get those pizzas, right? You know my order. Just call and tell the delivery man that there will be someone pickin' them up at the gates. You can help me finish my assignment in return. See ya!"

Before either Kiba or Sakura could say another word, he stepped out of the classroom. As expected, the walk to the gates went without a hitch. He sat nearby and looked up at the clouds as his mind wandered to the conversation about Sasuke Uchiha. It was strange. He'd never found an interest in the guy previously. But now he couldn't help but wonder, what kind of person was he? According to some of the rumours, he was great. However, he knew better than to listen to a bunch of girls gush about someone's popularity.

The sound of a vehicle snapped him out of his thoughts. For a moment, he wondered if the pizza man had arrived early but that didn't seem to be it. The car came to a stop and none other than Sasuke got out. There sat a woman at the wheel whom he exchanged some words with. He continued to watch them until the conversation between the two ended and she drove off.

"Good morning."

Naruto met Sasuke's eyes. "Long time no see, Uchiha." He paused to consider his face and could see why girls would fawn over him. Handsome didn't quite cut it. He shook his head and refocused on the situation. "Was that your girlfriend for the week? She looks older than twenty."

"That's not very observant of you, Nami– Namikaze. You're wrong on both accounts." He paused. "What are you doing here in the first place? Don't you have class right now? It would be bad if you missed anything important."

"I'm waitin' for pizza," he said. "We have a self-study period right now."

"I see."

The two lapsed into silence as Sasuke leaned against the wall and looked at the sky. Meanwhile, Naruto kept his gaze trained on him and couldn't help but think about what Sakura had said. About that one week being like a dream.

"Say, has anyone confessed to you today?"

"Not yet."

"So it's gonna start soon then, huh..."

"We'll have to see about that."

"Are you really fine with anyone as long as they ask you first? Even if they're not your type?"

"My type?" He chuckled. "Sorry to disappoint you but I don't have one."

"Really? That can't be..."

"And how is that?"

"There has to be somethin'. Isn't there a type of face, or body that you like? Hair colour? Complexion? Do you like them tall, or short? Curvy, or skinny?"

Sasuke looked away with his eyebrows furrowed in thought. "Well," he said finally. "I kind of like your face. I guess that's what you meant by type."

The compliment was unexpected. It spawned a thought similar to an impulse because before he knew it, the words formed and his lips moved on their own accord.

"All right. Then how about it? Why don't you go out with me?"

The look that overcame Sasuke was almost comical. However, he didn't have time to laugh as a noise brought his attention elsewhere. A man on a scooter pulled up and walked toward them.

"Are you Namikaze?"

"Yeah," he said and dusted off his pants.

He reached for his wallet but felt only the cloth of his blazer. Damn, he must have left it at his desk. He opened his mouth to apologise but stopped when he found the man gone. Instead, Sasuke stood there with the boxes.

"I'm sorry," he said and accepted the pizzas. "I left my wallet in class. Tell me how much I owe you and I'll pay you back."

"It's fine."

Before Naruto could argue, Sasuke turned around and left. Well, that was weird. Maybe he could ask one of the girls which class he's in later. With that in mind, he made it back.

…

"Hey, Naruto, do you want to drop by the cinema to see if they got any cool movies?" asked Kiba.

"Ah, sure."

"Are you okay? You've been kinda out of it."

"I just..." he trailed off with a sigh.

"Come on," he said and patted him on the shoulder. "I'm here if you need me. So whatever's eatin' you, I got your back!"

He smiled. No matter what anyone said, Kiba was a great friend.

"Nami– Namikaze?"

He turned around and saw Sasuke by the doorway. The events from earlier flooded his mind as he approached, hand already deep into his bag.

"I almost forgot. How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing."

He stopped. "Huh?"

"You owe me nothing."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm not."

Though Naruto wanted to change his mind, one look told him that wouldn't be possible.

"I was actually wondering if we could go home together."

The suggestion was so out of the blue that he momentarily forgot to speak. It didn't matter though as Sasuke continued for him.

"Unless you already have plans?"

"I– well, kinda."

"I see." He didn't seem too concerned as he fished out his phone. "Do you have a cellphone?"

"Yeah?"

"That's good," he said with a smile. "I was thinking we should exchange numbers and e-mail addresses."

For some reason, he didn't say no and went along with it. He figured that maybe Sasuke wanted to be friends and this was his odd little way of doing so. After all, what other reason was there?

"Is it all right if I call you Naruto?"

"Sure, but why?"

"Nami– Namikaze is a name that's a bit difficult for me to say. There was once a woman who dumped me whose first name just happens to be Nami."

Ah, that made sense. Wait, did that mean Sasuke was once in a serious relationship? That's kind of surprising.

"You can call me Naruto, but only if I can call you Sasuke."

"Of course."

After that, they parted ways as Naruto left with Kiba. On their way to the cinema, he couldn't help but wonder what triggered their conversation. It's the first time he'd had a proper one with him. And though he appeared to be a rather strange person, his intentions didn't seem impure. However, something still felt off.

"Why don't you go out with me?"

He stopped dead in his tracks. No way, had he taken his words seriously?