"Let's be friends, okay Naruto?"
Hand that used to hold, they aren't that way any longer.
"Okay, let's be friends."
Are those hands caring now, or are they limp with disapproval?
"Forever, K?"
In times like these, no one can really tell. Not even the hands themselves!
"K!"
We're left in the rut again.
---
The doorbell rang loudly in my ears, and I grew excited. For what, I don't know. Was it the joy of others? Bah, that isn't me.
Temari clicked and clacked across the tile with her tall black stilettos, and I had to let myself watch them for a moment. What the fuck was she thinking? How could anyone dance in those fuckers?
"Gaara!" she cooed loudly. I looked up to her in her little black dress, shorter than any miniskirt before it. I didn't answer her; I only took in her strange ideas of fashion. Her hair was down, a sight too rare to be taken lightly. It curved boldly as it rested upon her tiny shoulders, framing her bright face. What of her that was barely concealed was creamy and soft as a woman's skin should be, and the straps to her dress faltered only lightly to her lanky form.
"...Say what now?" I murmured, still looking her over. She huffed.
"Shika's here. Is Lee coming to get you?"
"...No, I'm meeting him there."
She made a strange face at me, her rose petals of lips pouting.
"...Well that isn't very gentlemanly of him."
I turned lightly, looking away from her to the just blooming moon.
"...What do you expect? First he changes on me, and now he thinks it's all fun and games. You wouldn't understand what gentlemanly means to an actual man. And you aren't a man, Temari. As much as you want to be one."
Her purse clocked me in the cheek, but I only smiled as she drew it over her shoulder scantily and click clacked off. Shikamaru stood casually by the door, counting the fibers in the carpet with twitchy eyes and flushed cheeks directed to no one. As Temari sauntered over, Shikamaru grew himself a spine, and standing up straight, he held out his hand for her. She took it gracefully, and just as, he kissed it like her true prince charming. I scowled and trudged off as I heard Temari giggle uncharacteristically. Too much romance can ruin a boy's life.
---
"...Aren't you supposed to be somewhere, little brother?"
I didn't answer. I only stared at the floor and frowned so angrily, I was afraid even my own lips would be afraid of me.
Itachi slipped behind me, fluffing out the back of my head with long slender fingers. I shivered and ducked away, turning my frown from the floor to him. He smiled as he pranced drunkenly around me.
"Oh my, aren't you just a stud tonight!" his purring was about to run me up the wall, and here they said that the elders are role models. He laughed and tugged at my dirty clothes, as I had refused to change to formal. His flushed face lit up with a wide smile, and I almost cowered away in fright. This was not my brother.
"...The pink slut, riiiiight?"
I let out a terrifying groan at the thought, and my brother began to chuckle loudly. He knew of my position, demise. And his normally solitude and dangerous self was not here to smirk and give stupid advice, in his place was this drunken fool who laughs and plays as if I were the eldest.
"...Ah, little brother! I can't believe you'd do that to poor Naruto-kun!"
I tensed and balled my fists. I was tired of being told the same thing over and over again.
"I didn't have a choice!" I cried out, but Itachi only twirled around me as if in dream.
"...Of course you had a choice! Poor Naruto, how he must feel! His own boyfriend thinks he is weak, thinks he can't stand up to a few bullies. Some help you're doing him! You probably crushed the little self-esteem he had left."
I scowled at the truth before me. I knew either way, I'd get it bad. But rather take the easy way and get it over with.
"...I don't regret my decision, and I sure as hell don't think Naruto's weak," I growled out. He sighed loudly at me.
"So you think he'll forgive you?"
I thought about that. I thought about what he said, thought about how he had cried for me to come back. I didn't even know if he had learned of Sakura's plot, or if he understood what was going on. As of now, Naruto could have committed suicide or something.
"...If you're thinking he might have killed himself, don't flatter yourself."
"...Stop being my brother for ONE SECOND so you can stop reading my mind."
"Oh it's not that, you're just predictable. Everything is written all over your face."
I gritted my teeth at him. Why'd I have to get such a stupidly amazing brother?
"...Shut up, you drunk ass."
He raised his eyebrows and spat out murmured curses, waddling about stupidly. I had no time to think things over, and I headed for the closet to pick out clothes I found suitable for the unbelievably hideous occasion.
---
We arrived at the school twenty minutes into it. We weren't bothered in the least, as we were not ones to care about trivial matters.
I had led her by the hand slowly to the school, and how she walked so beautifully in those monstrous heels, I won't ever know. Her hands were soft and smelt of pineapple, fingernails glistening with French tips. Her dirty blonde hair flowed to curl, sitting on her shoulders with a light bounce in her step. Her blue eyes twinkled like the stars over our heads, and her smile brightened it further.
I found myself bold, stopping to turn her to me. Confusion lit up in her blue eyes, and I sighed lightly, squeezing her hand.
"...So beautiful," I whispered. She only grinned, grinned madly, as she took my hand tightly in hers and ran miraculously in the heels to the school.
"...Sure," she whispered back to me as I was dragged limply.
At that moment, I tried to figure out what exactly I loved about her so much. Was it her body, her strength? Was it her voice of nightingales? No. No it wasn't. That's not what I loved, or at least, loved the most. It was her oceans of eyes, her blonde hair, her childish grin...
...Everything I loved in Naruto.
I made a face of horror, but she was too damn happy to notice. I was glad, as well. She would have had concern.
Did I only love her for those similar characteristics?
Was that the only reason I loved her so deeply?
I had fallen in love at first sight, only to realize it was wrong of me?
No.
No.
No.
I grabbed her back as I dug my heels into the ground to stop her. She whipped around with wide eyes as we crashed into the building's wall, my hands to her shoulders as I pushed her down.
"..." She didn't say anything, as her mouth was open agape in shock, pretty fingernails clawing at the hands holding her down. I stared at her face, verifying just what the fuck in her I truly went crazy over.
"...Why do you love me?" I asked softly. She blinked at me for a moment before starting up that grin again.
"...Hmm.You're a genius, for one thing. Smartest one I've had the chance to fall for... You don't want sex first thing, and that is always a good sign. We've never even kissed, so thank you for not throwing yourself at me...You are very nice to me, and that is my report on why I love Shikamaru."
I frowned, and her grin expanded.
"...Is that good enough, sensei?"
"...I'm serious," I whispered roughly, a little ticked at her immature response. Anyone in this position would be scared, even Naruto. Why not her?
"...I was being serious," she sternly answered. Her voice lost its juvenile tone, and her smile vanished to a thin line. "Should I give you some more reasons?"
I didn't answer her, so she perceived that as a yes.
"You're a true gentleman, because you're always so gentle. The way you touch me, it makes me go crazy, from either keeping it slow or making you go farther. You don't force me into things; you never raise your voice. You're always cracking stupid jokes, and every time you say "How troublesome" I love you just a little bit more."
There was a pause.
"...Should I stop?" she asked. I frowned, thinking.
"...That's what you love?" I asked. She nodded, blinking.
"...What, should I have said something different?" I shook my head.
...She hadn't mentioned my appearance at all.
Did I only love Naruto for his looks?
Was that it?
I couldn't think of a special characteristic Naruto held in him that I could utterly adore other than his perfect face of an angel. His mental health was troubling; his sense of humor was no more thanks to the light of the boy's life, and any other skill he had held no interest to me. Sure, Naruto was a great person to have around, the best I can think of, but to love, to hold and cherish, I wouldn't have the stamina to chase him around. How troublesome, I would add in.
"...Shika?" she whispered.
Temari...What of her did I love? What?!
"...Shika..." she whispered again.
I brought myself to attention, watching her tender movements. She pressed her warm hands over mine, slipped them from her shoulders, and slowly pulled me against her. The world could be ending, Hitler could have reincarnated, and still, I couldn't give a shit. My eyes were on her, and it was going to stay that way.
We kissed, and her lips were moist from her strawberry lip-gloss, helping with the soft friction my chapped lips held. Our hands were still entangled, and they were now pressed against our clashing hips, but her lips were so enticing, I could care less. It was soft, it was gentle, and it was not at all demanding. It wasn't even long and drawn out like most kisses were expected to be. It was just a kiss...My first real kiss.
We parted to lean lightly against the wall behind her, and I found that heat had rushed to my face to form a deep blush. She smiled at it, leaning up only slightly to kiss me on my red cheek. I looked down at the ground timidly as she hugged me tight, her bosom to my nose.
"...Jesus, I love you," she laughed out, nuzzling me lightly. She pulled away to let me breath, and to let me be dragged into school.
What I loved about her...
...I'd have to think about later.
---
The DJ started up, and I knew I was done for.
I fiddled with the mop head subconsciously as I felt the boom of the bass against the wall I leaned on. Wonderful dance music it was, and I felt crowning jealousy for those dancing to it right then. And here I was cooped up in this janitors closet having the time of my life! They should be the jealous ones!
A familiar song began to play, and I sang quietly along, nodding my head to the steady beat.
"...Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman. And maybe he won't find out what I know...(1)" I butchered the song with my deep humming voice, tapping my dirty shoe on the light blue linoleum. Song after song beat through that stereo, and I began to count them out. 7...12...19. 20 songs later, and I was still in here. I actually knew most of them, so I occupied myself with singing along, as horrible as I was.
"...Deep inside of a parallel universe, its getting harder and harder to tell what came first...(2)"
"...Dude, I told you not to bring those things to school!"
I stopped at the voice ringing from the hallway. Rapid steps were heard, and I leaned into the door to hear.
"...They're for my science project..."
"...A-Ah! The-There it is! Qui-Quick Kiba!"
Before I realized what was going on, a black beetle crawled under the door and onto my leg. As anyone in my position would do, I cried out and shook it off. I had knocked it on its back, legs moving rapidly as it tried to get up. I stared at it, and then at the shadows in the mosaic windowed door.
"Aw man, it crawled into the closet!" Kiba's voice!
"KIBA!" I yelled. The others were startled, but Kiba recognized me.
"...Naruto? What the fuck are you doing in a janitor's closet?"
"...Please...Man, I'm locked in here...Get me out, quick." I pleaded. Hope was on the horizon.
"Oh dude! Shino, hand me the keys, man!"
I sighed happily as I stood, careful to avoid the bug still sprawled.
The door opened, and Kiba's head popped through.
"Dude, are you okay?" he cried out. I nodded with a smile.
"...Thank you, Kiba. I so fucking owe you."
"No problem...As long as you didn't squish that bug."
I watched as Shino dashed into the room to kneel by the bug, carefully lifting it up by its sides and placing it in a plastic container. Kiba grinned.
"...Dude, without you, we would have never found that bug in here."
"Hm? Oh. Oh yeah, no problem!" I was edging my way out the door, and I spied Hinata to the side. I winked at her and nodded my head towards Kiba, and she blushed. I was dashing now.
"Hey man! Where're you running' off to?" Kiba called out.
"Got to go crash me a dance!"
He gave me a loud chuckle and proud thumbs up, giving me the okay. I took it happily, speeding away into the school.
---
It was almost the end of the dance, and he hadn't shown up yet.
I was not setting my hopes high.
I didn't grunt in displeasure, or whimper in sadness. I didn't sigh in disappointment. I sat there, in the corner.
Waiting.
It had been 2 and a half hours. He had told me, told me with a smile and a kiss, that he would see me there, and I wouldn't be able to walk for weeks...I hoped he meant that in the context of dancing, because I had told him I wasn't ready. I wasn't going to be ready for a while anyway, and at this rate, he wouldn't be getting any from me at all.
I crossed my arms slowly, pulling myself inwards pitifully. I spied my sister easily, but that wasn't it. I didn't want to watch them dance, didn't want to see that pink-haired slut dance around Naruto's boyfriend. Sasuke hadn't smiled the whole night, not even when she through himself at him and he got an accidental feel of her breasts. I had expected Sasuke to be the type to take a willing fuck when it was offered. But no, I appeared to be wrong. Still, I didn't want to see any of them.
I turned into the corner even more, my nose touching the wall as I closed my eyes angrily. My first time being stood-up.
"HEY!"
I could hear him burst through the door, his loud idiotic voice echoing through the silenced room. I didn't need to open my eyes to know who it was.
---
Such a grand entrance it was.
I stood between the two doors, huffing with excitement. Everyone was watching me; Especially those two.
"...You thought it was that easy?" I asked breathlessly. Her tanned face was broken up in horror and I smiled ecstatically.
"...Why don't you just ask Sasuke?"
She turned to him, her emerald jewels glistening wetly. He frowned angrily at her, and I hoped he had been that way all night. I watched as he rejected her silently, and she took it the way I expected. She pushed him away, stomping angrily in her pink heels.
"IT'S TRUE, IT'S TRUE!" she screeched, "NARUTO AND SASUKE ARE DATING!"
People stepped up bravely to me, knuckles cracking and lips grinning. I grinned too, stepping up just as proudly. They stared at me strangely.
"...Go on. Throw a punch. I'll just throw it back."
When none of them took me up on my offer, I pushed them away to stalk toward Sakura. She was red with anger, tears gleaming in her gems. I smiled smugly.
"...Want to try this again?" I asked. She gave loud frustrated cry before shoving me in the shoulders and sobbing her way off the dance floor. Everyone stared at me, but I grinned toothily.
"Hey, this is a dance isn't it? Why aren't you all dancing?"
The DJ took it nicely; starting up a new song, beat pounding through the room. They pushed the great outburst aside as they took their partners hands and brought them to a new dance. I turned back to Sasuke, but he was looking away with a flushed face. I smiled again, a hand at his chest to draw his attention. He looked at me; lights dimmed drastically as multi-colored lights streamed from the DJ booth. I kissed him so tenderly, he flinched in surprise. I pressed my hand at the back of his head, fingers tangled in locks; tongue running across his lips as his hands found my hips. I receded slowly, and he sighed across my face.
"...I'm glad," he whispered in my ear. I nodded lightly, taking his hand in mine, entwining our slender fingers. Our eyes met again, and I believed I would keep this smile for the rest of the night.
"...Let's just dance...Okay?"
---
I finally turned to watch them dance.
-Is it still me that makes you sweat? (3) -
-Am I who you think about in bed? -
I huffed angrily again, pulling myself from the wall and putting on my coat.
-When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress? -
They look so happy.
-Then think of what you did, and how I hope to God he was worth it. -
...And I can't help but feel jealous.
-When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin. -
I sneak out the twin doors, the dimmed lights to my advantage in this getaway.
-I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck. -
-Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me. -
"...Where do you think you're going?"
-Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of. -
I turned sharply, and there he was.
-Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat? -
-No, no, no, you know it will always just be me. –
I glared at him, stalking away. I didn't get far; he grabbed me by the wrist quickly.
-Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster!! -
"...I asked you here so we could dance, didn't I?" he smiled out.
-So testosterone boys and harlequin girls, -
-Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close? -
I yanked my hand away furiously. "...I thought you would have liked to go to a dance with me, or at least BE at the dance, but I guess I was wrong about you. Forget you!"
-So I guess we're back to us, oh cameraman, swing the focus. -
He grabbed me again as I tried to walk away, and I struggled in his strong arms. "Let go!"
-In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off? -
-Let's pick up, pick up. -
He pulled something out of his pocket, but I didn't care.
-Oh now I do recall, we were just getting to the part. -
"Hold still," he told me.
"Fuck you!" I told him.
-Where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick. -
Whatever was in his pocket was now around my finger, silver engraved words glistening.
-I hope you didn't expect that you'd get all of the attention. -
-Now let's not get selfish, did you really think I'd let you kill this chorus? -
"...What's this?" I answered quietly, all struggling lost within his hold. He smiled.
"...Love."
-Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster!! -
I stared down at it, the regular lighting of the gallery making the ring shine and sparkle dramatically. Words ran round it...
"...I'd like to keep you too..." he said aloud.
-So testosterone boys and harlequin girls, -
-Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close? -
"...Want to dance?" he asked. I was speechless, but he took me gently anyway, leading me to the dance floor. He led me 'round like a puppet, my limbs unused and my face void of expression...
...Save shock.
-Dance to this beat. -
"...Come on Gaara, dance with me!" he laughed out as he tossed me around the floor. I accidentally bumped into Naruto, who only turned and smiled.
"...Having a good night?"
-Dance to this beat. -
I nodded dumbly, too caught up in the moment. I took Lee's hand again, and he twisted and turned my body to the tune of the blasting music, lyrics playing through my head.
-Dance to this beat. -
"Put some hip into it, love!" he cried out happily. Instead, I yanked him down to kiss me.
-Dance to this beat. -
We kissed. We kissed like I was sucking all of the life from him. And it must have looked so funny, such a tall boy leaning so far down to such a small boy. But I didn't care, really I didn't. I just wanted to kiss him, and keep kissing him. I wanted to keep him too.
I heard Naruto's catcall and Sasuke's annoyed grunt, and even Temari's whistle, but I just hooked my arms around his neck and leaned into him even closer, to the point of being near anatomically impossible. I didn't care. I just needed him. Now...Maybe I was ready after all.
It's must be your lucky day, Rock Lee.
-Let's get
these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster!! -
-Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster. –
-END-
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1) Grand Theft Autumn
– Fall Out Boy
2) Parallel Universe – Red Hot Chili Peppers
3) Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off – Panic! At The Disco
Oh man, it's finally dooooone D: Jesus. This one chapter is 12 PAGES LONG djhljhlrjhliredjh. Amazing. Again, this one took a long time for...Good reason. XD I got FINALS TOMORROW, and I just spent an hour patching this up for you guys. HOPE YOU'RE ALL HAPPY!!!! IT'S TOTALLY DONE. DONE DONE DONE. ARRRGHGGH. Now I can start something else...? Man, I'm totally out of ideas.
Like my song choice? XD I know, I know, I'm amazing. Hooray for Panic at the Disco, or I'd be lost! C
Thanks for reading!
-Sara