I didn't think the feedback would be so awesome, so I'm doing this bonus chapter in Sasuke's POV. What's his day going to be like once he left the presence of Naruto? Let's find out

Bonus Chapter: Fuckin' Uzumaki

Neji was less annoying than usual. After I drove off from Sakura's, I immediately called him. Hoping and praying he was still awake.

Luckily he was and the bastard was kind enough to unlock the door and give me a change of clothes. I crashed on the futon in his room, and before I fell asleep, I set my alarm. I knew if I was late tomorrow, my father would kill me. And by killing I mean, yelling, lecturing, belittling, and maybe throw in a slap or two. God I hate that man.

He just has to ruin everything.

My body and mind feel so heavy. So…fucking…. tired…

Someone is nudging me. I jerk my shoulder away from them. Can't they see I'm trying to sleep?

"Sasuke! Wake up man, your alarm has been going off for the past 5 minutes." Neji is hovering over me, his eyes are bloodshot and he doesn't look too happy.

I remember I have to be somewhere and instantly grab my phone, shutting of the damnable alarm. I'm annoyed myself. I don't want to go home, hell I didn't want to go to Neji's but I know why I had to.

I watch Neji wobble back to his bed, and roll into his comforter. Lucky bastard, his parents could care less what he does with his free time as long as it doesn't interfere with his grades. I, on the other hand, have parents who want to control every fucking detail of my life.

"Thanks for letting me crash here, I'll see ya at school." All I hear is grumble, and I head out the door.

I'm wearing Neji's t-shirt, my button up looked like utter shit and I didn't want my father to question why I looked like I just did something unacceptable. I unlock the car and start the engine. I flip open my glove compartment, where I keep a bottle of water and a brush, for such occasions as these.

I'm prepared for anything it seems. I wet my hands and run them through my hair, and start brushing it back. When I check my appearance in the rearview mirror, it looks like I just showered. Perfect. I shift it into gear and head back to my own personal hell.

The driveway at my house has all cars in parked in and around the covered garage. Perfect, that means my brother is home as well. Why can't he, for once, stay at college on the weekends? Who comes home every weekend, when there are parties galore at the university.

He just wants to torture me every chance he gets I suppose. I wish our roles were swapped. The moment I leave this house, I'm never coming back.

Am I exaggerating? Am I being too whiny? Do I appear as some spoiled brat who gets everything he wants? Well I think when I step foot into this house, you'll have a different opinion of me.

Not that I fucking care!

After cutting off the engine, I take a deep breath. I need to mentally prepare myself. I need a detailed description of what I did last night, who I was with, and where. It all needs to go smoothly and everything needs to match. My father will question every detail, and try to catch me in a lie. I've become very good at hiding my tracks. Let's see if practice makes perfect.

I walk up the cobblestone walkway, the air is cool and crisp. I inhale, the chill calming my insides. I turn the key and step inside.

The foyer lights are on and I can tell that someone is in the kitchen. I step out of my shoes and place them on the rack by the door. I try to quietly head upstairs to my room. I'm half way up the stair case when I hear someone clearing their throat. Inwardly I cringe, but my outward appearance does not falter. I slowly turn to face… my brother?

"Itachi." I nod my head slightly, and cross my arms over my chest.

"Otouto. Were you not going to say hello first?" he just smiled as if he were a cat who caught the mouse.

"I was just hoping to change first. I didn't have time for a good shower this morning. It'll only take a few…"

"Sasuke! Come here now" my father's voice echos through the house. My brother's eyes flare slightly, he appeared almost angry for a second. Which is odd, he should be thrilled. I can tell my father is pissed. For what reason, I have no idea. I sigh and my shoulders hunch slightly, I feel like a defeated solider walking towards his death. And in a way I am.

I straighten my spine and walk pass Itachi. He grabs my shoulder, and I only glance back at him. I raise my brow, questioningly. He only gives me a small smile and his hand drops back to his side. I return to my death walk.

I enter the dining room. My father is sitting at the head of the table. He has an empty plate and coffee cup infront of him, the paper set neatly at the corner. My mother is sitting on his right, she has her favorite tea cup, the one Itachi and I decorated when I was only 5. I walk towards her giving her a slight peck on the cheek, before standing before my father. I will myself to bow before him. A routine I am all too accustomed to.

My knees hit the floor, my hands laid out front forming a diamond shape, a target I place for my head. I stay bowed down, waiting for his command.

"And where were you last night?" his voice is deep, it seems to go down a few baritones when he is angry.

"Neji and I went to a mutual friends house, we were there for only an hour, and then we went back to his home." I'm talking to the ground, its much easier this way actually. If I had to look him in the eye , it would be very hard for me to hide the angry scowl that I know is etched on my face.

"Who was the mutual friend?"

"Haruno's. She had a gathering with several of our classmates."

"So you were at a girl's house with no adult supervision." Ah, you think I did a stupid thing by telling him I was at a girls? No. Watch this.

"Yes and Neji and I both noticed this, but we didn't want to be rude, so we only stayed an hour exactly and then left." My father knew who the Harunos' were. A prestigious family like ours, and disrespecting their only child would not be favorable in his eyes.

"Hm I see. And then you went straight to Neji's?" his tone seems off, almost as if he already knows the answer. My heartbeat quickens. There's no way he could know. Is there?

"Yes father."

"Sasuke. Look at me."

I raise up slowly, my eyes slowly following my body's lead. As soon as I make eye contact with my father, a sharp sting causes my head to jerk to the side.

"Then explain to me why someone saw you ride off on a motorcycle with an unknown blonde?"

I grit by teeth, hard. I almost hear them cracking. How the hell did he find out. But he wasn't there, my word against the rat!

"I did no such thing father." I watch as he abruptly stands, his chair scraping across the floor. I know he wants to slap me again. I avert my eyes waiting.

"Father, I believe Sasuke is telling the truth." Itachi must have been watching from the door. He calmly walks over to stand behind mother. Her eyes stare at me, sadness running behind those dark orbs.

My father lowers his hand and turns his body towards Itachi.

"What makes you think that?"

"Well for one, the source is some jaded female, and she only described a shadowy detail that might have been Sasuke." He looks at me, and I can't help but stare at my brother. He's helping me.

"And also Sasuke would never get on a motorcycle, he's afraid to ride a bicycle." Helping me and still being an ass. Only he could do it.

My father scoffs, but sits back down.

"Sasuke, if I find out you did lie, you will regret it. You may leave now." He tucked his chair back in and picked up his paper, ignoring my existence once again.

When I stand to leave my mother reaches for my wrist, squeezing it in comfort. I give her a small smile and walk away from them. Before passing my brother, I glance at him. But he does not look me in the eye, so I leave the dining room and head straight for my bed room.

I gently close my door and turn the lock. I then head into my bathroom, and turn the shower on. I wait until the mirror is fogged and steam is hovering from the tub. I strip of all my clothes, leaving them in a pile by the door and step in. The water is scalding hot, and I let my skin turn a bright pink before changing the temperature.

I make quick work with the shower, and turn it off. When I step out my skin instantly retracts, causing goose bumps to cover me. I grab for the towel hanging on the rack and begin to dry off.

I step into my room and head for the dresser, I pull out some boxers and lounge shorts. When I glance up, I look at myself in the mirror. My skin is flushed, but I can still see a beautiful handprint adorning my cheek. Thanks for that father. I slam my drawer shut. The few items I have on top shake. I throw on my clothes and drop on the bed. I reach over to my night stand and pull out my ipod and headphones.

I put on the headphones and turn the volume up. My playlist is almost melancholy but it helps to lighten my mood. Finally I'm to my own thoughts.

Now what did I do last night?

Oh yea…

Naruto Uzumaki, the most annoying, unmemorable, outcast, gave me the best fucking orgasm of my life. So far.

"Holy shit"

Things moved pretty fast, and they might have gone even farther had I not got that phone call. I don't know how things got like this. I need to go over the facts.

Naruto hates… hated me. We've never held down a decent conversation. The only time we ever spoke was when flinging insults at eachother. But when did it change?

I'm gay, always have been, always will be. I date Sakura because if word got out, my father would probably disinherit me and the last person who came out at my school got beaten so bad, he had to go to the hospital and lost hearing in one ear. I would rather that not happen. So when I'm attracted to another male, I'm a complete asshole to them.

It's just my way of hiding who I am. Its not great but it works.

Naruto, I always believed to be straight. He would stare at Sakura, hell he even tried to get with her! But he wants me… something changed him… not just the way he looks, but the way he presents himself. He's confident. He's so sure of himself. And he isn't afraid to show it.

That could be bad for me. If I were to be with him, would he agree to hide it? Something is telling me 'no'. The idiot would probably show everyone who looked who he was with. Not caring what others would say or do.

Damnit! I don't know what to do. I've never had to deal with this. The guys I've screwed were nameless randoms. I didn't have to worry about my father finding out. But this is treading dangerous water.

I know what the smart thing to do is. Forget about Naruto, deny that anything happened between us.

I clutch my hand to my chest, twisting at my shirt.

I don't want to do that. Something is telling me to go for it. Fuck the risks and be damn the consequences.

I blast my ipod. I don't want to think anymore. I just want drown in my music and forget about everything. Even if just for awhile.

I have till Monday to come up with something right?

Right?

AHHHHHH this was quick. Sooooooo yea…. Hope this was nice…. Reviews please… they motivate me. CLEARLY! Hahaha I'm excited for Naruto's part. Wonder what will happen…. hmmmm