Chapter 16: Under the Setting Sun

"Kiba, you are looking fine today!" Temari exclaimed as she and Gaara approached Kiba and me in the school parking lot.

Kiba blushed. Then he tried to utter a comeback but he just ended up sputtering and spitting. Finally he gave up on speech altogether and flipped her the bird. In response, Temari cackled and I chuckled (Gaara really didn't show any emotions. He's a hard one to please).

"Mhm. Kibs you are looking H-O-T hot!" I tease him as I hit his shoulder. Then I laugh harder because I'm so funny. Kiba turns to me looking murderous, but Temari snorts and continues laughing. Good old Temari. She thinks I'm funny!

Sadly, Kiba is channeling his inner Teme (a person who wouldn't get a joke if I shoved it up his frigid ass) and not laughing at my obviously hilarious comment and glaring at me. I grin goofily at him, trying to spread the good feelings I currently have.

Kiba lunges at me and before I know what happened I am bent over awkwardly, my head being crushed as Kiba headlocks me. Apparently he didn't want any of the good feels I had extended to him. A fist came down on my hair and began rubbing at it harshly.

"Ow!" I shout as I try to wriggle free from Kiba's grip. It hurts! It hurts!

I can hear Kiba who is laughing like a mangy dog and Temari who is in full-blown hysterics. I flail my arms and legs trying to hit Kiba anywhere I can reach. It hurts! When I get out of this-OW! Fuck!

"UNCLE! UNCLE! I PLEAD UNCLE!" I yell hysterically. After another second, the grip on me vanishes and I almost fall at the sudden action. Luckily with some smooth moves (aka huge windmill motions with my arms that make me look like I am either trying to swim or fly very awkwardly) I manage to keep my balance. I quickly move away from Kiba and glare at him. I hate nuggies.

I straighten my orange V-neck t-shirt, pat my dark blue jeans, and then wiggle my toes in my ratty orange converse. I have to make sure I look relatively presentable after that attack on my person. I feel like my outfits have been getting scrutinized more closely since I wore my pajamas to school last week. I had told Gaara this and he said I was imagining things. I don't think so though. I mean I never really overreact or imagine things. I'm quite rational and level headed if I do say so myself.

"Your hair looks like you just woke up," I hear Shikamaru say. I look over to see him making his way over toward us.

I reach up to touch my blonde hair.

"Did you even brush it this morning?" Kiba asks. Well, what are you, the hair police? …and no, I didn't brush it this morning. I forgot. I was rushed, okay?

"Psh, no. Who brushes their hair? I like the sexy just woke-up look." …or I just sometimes forget about the existence of the object commonly known as a hairbrush. But the first option sounds way cooler.

"Bedhead," Gaara interjects. I look at him and narrow my eyes.

"Well excuse me for not doing my hair every day! I am a guy." I huff as I cross my arms. Honestly, these people. Sorry I don't spend two hours styling my hair and making it all silky. Even after twenty hours my hair wouldn't do that. It does this spikey thing where it sticks out in all directions. Not even gel works. Trust me Iruka tried so many times for all the yearbook pictures and school productions when I was little. I just ended up looking like a spikey haired kid with real grease issues...

"Yeah lay off Naruto guys!" Temari comes to my rescue. She is so awesome.

"Not everyone's goal in life is to look put together," She continues. I nod. Very true. "Some people don' t mind dressing down and not trying sometimes." I nod. True. "There are even people who never dress to impress anyone." I nod again. I have seen some of those people. "You shouldn't judge those unimpressive people." I continue nodding. This accepting atmosphere is so nice.

Temari squeezes my shoulder. I glance at her and see her looking at me with a wide smile. "So don't worry Naruto, we aren't judging you." She says encouragingly. Aw, that is so nice. They won't judge me for who I am…wait…

"Are you calling me unimpressive?!" I shout looking at Temari lividly. Her smile turns wolfish and she looks a whole lot more sinister. I knew I shouldn't have trusted her. She is so un-awesome.

All the rest of my friends are smiling at her joke. Kiba is chuckling. Stupid dog breath. Gaara's eyes look amused. Oh, he won't look so amused when I bring out the baby pictures of little Gaara-chan decked out in pink. Look amused while you can, Gaara.

Well, I don't find it funny. I admit it would be slightly hilarious if it were someone else other than me. Wait how did this even end up being about me? I was making fun of Kiba!

Our little group is nearing the front door of the school. I scurry a little so I am right next to Kiba. Looking at him from the corner of my eyes, I smile fiendishly. One of my hands comes up and I fan myself.

"Woo, it's kinda hot out here." I proclaim loudly.

"Not really, it's October." Shikamaru's lazy voice totally ruins the joke I am about say. I whip around and glare at him.

"SHH!" I hiss.

I turn back around and smile at Kiba who is giving me a weird look. "Ahem," I clear my throat, keeping my eyes locked with Kiba's. "Don't you think so Kiba?" He levels me with a flat stare. "Not particularly," He answers.

"Oh yeah, you are right," I pretend to realize. I even make my eyes go kind of wide (my acting skills astound me every time in their magnificence). "It must just be that preppy outfit you are wearing," I say, my voice quivering towards the end with laughter.

Laughter erupts from our friends. I lick my finger and touch it to dog boy's shirt. "Szzz" I hiss between my teeth.

Kiba turns red and swats my hand away from him. A "Fuck you" flows from his lips but it is drowned out by mine and everyone else's laughter.

By the time we reach first period, Kiba is walking ahead of the group stewing in annoyance, Temari and Shika are talking about some concert coming up (and it kind of looks like they might be flirting; it would be cute if it didn't make me want to hurl my breakfast all over the school's linoleum floors), and I am walking exactly two feet apart from Gaara. I may or may not have been walking extraordinarily close to him and trying to pinch his cheeks and coo "Gaara-chan". And he may or may not have threatened to disembowel me if I didn't get two feet away from him in five seconds. I may have promptly followed his orders, after reaching for his cheek one more time and succeeding (finally!) in getting in a pinch.

Psh, and Temari implied I was not an impressive individual. I don't know what she is talking about. I succeeded in pinching Gaara's cheeks. That is pretty damn impressive. And I lived to tell the tale. So basically, I am like doubly impressive.

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The dark head of hair I had been staring at for the past…well whenever the period started…turned around abruptly and black eyes locked with mine. I jumped in surprise and quickly tore my gaze from Sasuke's intense one. Dammit. I should not have been staring at him. But I need to figure out how I am going to tell him that Iruka demands he come over tonight for the tutoring I have been completely avoiding.

My eyes wander back to Sasuke. When I see that he is still looking at me I quickly look down and stare at my desk. This is going to be soooo awkward.

"Uzumaki," An unfriendly voice calls. I look up warily and meet Mr. Mark's unfriendly gaze. "Can you tell me when the rebels initiated the war?" He asked.

….are you kidding me? I don't even know what war we are talking about.

"…umm 1870…?" I think that is around the time period we are in…maybe?

"Wrong. Then again that really isn't too surprising coming from you Uzumaki." Mr. Mark sneered. "The rebels didn't initiate the war. The king did. Pay attention."

I. Fucking. Hate. School.

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As Gaara and I made our way to Kakashi's lit room, I wanted to shoot myself. Well, not really, because I love life too much, but my nerves were completely spazzing and my heart was galloping in my chest. I had spent all gym class avoiding Sasuke like the plague and trying to think of how to tell him about tutoring tonight. Now, its eighth period and I have to tell him because the school day is almost over and Iruka expects Sasuke to be at my house expanding my knowledge of the English language by approximately four thirty, five at the latest. And I have not the slightest idea how to go about asking him.

"Relax." Gaara tells me as a nervous giggle pours from my mouth. I shoot him a look. Easy for him to say. Gaara has fricken nerves of steel.

The hallway music comes on and suddenly Gaara is walking away from me.

"Wait!" I call after him because gosh darn it Gaara makes me feel ten times braver.

The jerk doesn't even wave, he just keeps walking. I turn away from him and face my destination, which is only a few paces away. I step towards it and once I enter the room, my eyes immediately search out Sasuke. He is sitting at his desk, alone. Today there is no Psycho Bitch or other fangirl. It probably has something to do with yesterday's incident where Sasuke came to my rescue like a knight in designer jeans and dissed Psycho Bitch so badly I am surprised she showed up to school today. Just thinking about it sends a warm, happy feeling through my system.

Bracing myself, I begin walking toward his desk. Trying to look as nervous as I feel, I walk up the aisle. Don't be awkward, Naruto. I can feel a couple people's eyes on me simply because while there aren't assigned seats, everyone always sits in the same place (and I sit on the other side of the room which makes me being over here super strange). I slip into the seat in front of Sasuke, trying to be smooth but the material of my skinny jeans makes sliding into the seat difficult and I end up doing little scooting motions once seated so that I am situated in the middle of the seat. Don't be weird or awkward. Then, after trying to compose my face as to not give away the nervous butterflies in my stomach and find the anger I had yesterday, I turn around.

Intense black eyes are locked on my face and it is extremely unnerving. And for some stupid, stupid reason I can feel myself blushing a little. FUCK. I am supposed to be all cool and collected, like 'oh yeah hey there Sasuke, funny seeing you here. So my house , four thirty. Be there or be square'. And my face would be all mysterious and suave and Sasuke would be all like 'damn he's amazing'.

Sadly, I am blushing and my tongue feels like lead and Sasuke's gaze makes me want to squirm. The urge to just tackle him to get rid of some of the agitation in my body is super tempting. Then again him tackling me…well that could have some tempting outcomes too…Fuck! Bad Naruto! Focus. Get your mind out of the gutter. Don't think about your sexual frustration!

"I…" I start out but have trouble finding my words. Images of us fighting yesterday flood my mind. Him snarling at me not to walk away from him. Me snapping back at him as I stormed away (shit, now that I think about it that departing speech on my part was super uncool; it didn't even make sense). My thoughts are jumbled and I can't seem to piece together what I want to say. I'm usually bursting with stuff to say! This sucks.

"I-I…" I…am turning into fucking Hinata! My blush deepens as I struggle to piece together a freakin sentence.

A small smirk tugs at the corner of Sasuke's lips. "Getting tongue-tied around me, dobe," His velvety voice comes out as smooth as butter.

I freaking hate him. Gah!

I glare at him, hoping that maybe he will spontaneously combust. "Shut up. Tutoring tonight at my house. Got it? Good."

His smirk falls away, leaving only confusion and surprise. I turn around. Psh, who's all cool and collected now? Naruto Uzumaki, believe it!

As I look forward I realize I am in the front row, and Kakashi is sitting up at his podium eyeing me with a smirk.

"Sitting up front, Uzumaki? To what do I owe your newfound enthusiasm for my class?" Kakashi mused.

Of course, my face turns the color of tomato.

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"Detention is getting really old really fast," I grumble as I make my way to the door after what feels like an eternity of being in Tsunade's office doing forced manual labor.

"Oh but we are bonding," my Godmother cooed, an evil smirk stretching across her face. Psh, bonding my ass.

"No, you are making my do all your paperwork for you, you old hag!" I shouted as I grabbed the door knob. God forbid anything happen to Iruka because then I'd be stuck with Baa-chan and that old perv Jiraiya.

"Have fun at tutoring, brat." Tsunade called mockingly from behind her cup of sake. Iruka you squealer!

"Dammit stop gossiping about me with Iruka!" I snapped as I tugged the door closed with more force than was necessary. Peals of laughter could be heard from the other side.

Honestly, the people in my life will be the death of me. Do I go around gossiping about Tsuande's gambling and drinking habits? Or Jiraiya's incidents getting caught peeping (and I have only been caught once peeping with Jiraiya despite what Iruka thinks)? Or Iruka's…well I really can't think of anything to gossip about regarding Iruka…

I trudge through the hallway toward the front door. Damn, now that I think about it I don't have a ride home. Well, that sure does stink.

I push open the front door and am momentarily blinded by the sunlight. Then I look ahead. Oh…well…um…HELL TO THE NO.

Lo and behold, I walk out of the school and see him and his car (yeah that stupid new shiny car that I dented a ways back that Sasuke got fixed because he sucks and can't handle a little nick on his car). The car is sitting parallel to the door exactly, just over the green lawn and sidewalk. The windows are down and the expensive interior can be seen. That smooth, leathery smelling leather, the cherry wood panels, the sleek and fun buttons, and that aura of pure awesomess that it exudes…

I walk towards the car, poker face in place. No way in hell am I letting that bastard know that his car is the stuff of my wet car dreams (…not that I've ever had one of those before…that'd be weird…), or that I plan on not getting in said car. Right before the car door I pivot and start walking down the sidewalk in the general direction of my house...I think.

Did I ask you to pick me up, teme? Um, no I don't think so. I don't need a ride from you in your orgasm-inducing car which seriously needs some keys scratches and dents, you rich bastard. Psh, who needs cars anyway?

It only takes me walking about seven feet before his car is rolling along beside me. I feel my eye twitch…well that's new and slightly concerning. Anyways, can the bastard not take a hint? Wait, I know for a fact he can't.

I turn and give him my best glare. Which admittedly sucks in comparison to his, but who's keeping stabs on stupid stuff like that. It's not like there's a glare contest to see who has the best glare…so what if he'd win that contest? If there was a smile contest he sure as hell wouldn't win that. The memory of his heart-melting, rare smile flashed through my eyes and I cursed my stupid memory for reminding me of such things in inconvenient moments like these.

When I meet his glaring eyes, my own glare withers up pathetically. In my defense, he has much more experience than me because I'm almost positive he was born with an icy rod up his ass thus resulting in many glares. I wonder if he popped out with a little scowl on his face…oh ew, that image I didn't need. Another reason I don't really like chicks that way. It's just…euuuh, I'm getting the shivers.

"What are you doing?" Sasuke asked in an agitated voice. Is it bad that I derive amusement from his annoyance?...wait, silly question. Of course not.

"Walking home," I answer curtly, trying not to smile at how witty that response was. Sasuke grunts in annoyance. If we were keeping scores on how this conversation was going then I would be winning. Just saying.

"What do you think I'm doing here?" He asks. Hm, that sounds like a rhetorical question. I never liked those. Clearly answers are needed if a question is asked.

"It appears that you are stalking me." This time I can't help the grin that spreads across my face. I'm just too clever sometimes. Believe it!

"Naruto!" Sasuke barks sounding very much like that miniscule amount of patience he has is wearing thin. Well, that sucks because Iruka has always told me that a lot of patience is required when dealing with me.

"Get in the car!" He roars.

I don't particularly like it when people order me around, especially if they are grade-A assholes who have royally screwed me over…well, not literally. My virginity is completely intact thank you.

I turn my head to the side and look at Sasuke, sticking my tongue out at him. "No way!" I shout. Maturity has always been a strong suit of mine.

"We are both going to your house. Now get in the car!" Sasuke snaps.

"Like hell I want to get in the car with you teme!" I snap back because damn Sasuke snapping at me makes me want to snap back.

"Naru-"

"No!"

"Seriously-"

"Nuh-uh."

"Get in here now!"

"Make me!" I shout angrily.

A loud screech sounded as Sasuke slammed on the brakes. The car stopped in its place. My mouth suddenly felt dry and the urge to run (very fast in a direction, any direction) hit.

Oh, shit.

The car door opened and Sasuke stepped out. I could only watch wide-eyed as he walks around the front of his car toward me.

"Kidding! Kidding! I take it back!" I cry out my hands flying up in the innocent pose.

Sasuke stalks closer, his eyes narrowed threateningly. He looks kind of sexy when he's all intimidating like this. He gets closer and closer and I am rooted in my spot, unable to move. All I can think is that it isn't a good idea to get in the car with him.

A pale arm reaches for me and I flinch back unconsciously. His hand pauses and I lift up my eyes to meet his. Maybe he didn't notice that wimpy flinch. Or maybe he'll be a gentleman and not mention it. My eyes finally meet his and boy does he look pissed. If that scowl is anything to go off of.

"What was that flinch?" Sasuke asked darkly. Of course, the bastard would mention it. He has no concept of politeness! I glare at him.

"Nothing. I don't know what you are talking about," I huff, crossing my arms and turning from him slightly. Jeez, just calling me out like that…what a bastard.

Suddenly warm arms wrapped around me and pulled me against an equally warm, strong chest. A shiver crawls up my spine as I'm pressed against his body. Fuck, has he always smelled this good? It's intoxicating. Not nearly at the level of ramen. But still, he smells good. Shoot, am I seriously smelling him. Ugh, that's Kiba's fetish not mine! Wait, I don't have any fetishes!

Something presses against the crown of my head, into my hair. I try to wiggle and turn around and look but the arms around me tighten and lock me into place. Then it nuzzles my hair and I blush realizing its Sasuke's face. Well, he just made the leap from pissy to horny in record time. But just because someone here is a bi-polar bastard who forgets his earlier mood (coughSasukecough) doesn't mean that the wiser, more level-headed person here did (coughmecough).

Should I wriggle around? I feel like that wouldn't get me very far. Sasuke is a bit (only a little bit!) stronger than me. Lips press to my neck and I suppress the urge to melt/shiver/turn into jello. It's really all just the hormones. That's all. Just hormones.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Lifting up one foot, I slam it back down on Sasuke toes. His arms immediately retract and as I step away I feel a brief sense of guilt. But that insignificant emotion quickly disappears.

"Fuck! That hurt!" Sasuke hisses, looking at me murderously.

"Yeah so does having your heart bulldozed over by an asshole." Oh, whoops, did that just slip out?

Sasuke's eyes widen and his angry face drops into a saddish expression. Sasuke doesn't really do normal sad expression. I think it's because he's emotionally constipated. He reaches for me again. This sudden touchy-feely thing of his isn't working for me. I swat at his hand (like one of those angry cats that hiss and spit while clawing at anything that comes near them…of course I'm not hissing or spitting or a cat).

"I shouldn't have said some of the things I did. I'm sorry! I'm sorry for what I said and did. I didn't…it wasn't how I truly felt." His voice was strained and kind of sad.

If I was a weak, sappy idiot my heart would have fluttered, my expression would have softened, and I would have felt a silly surge of hope and happiness rush through me. I would have had to fight the urge to as Sasuke if he really meant it. I would have been forced to admit that while he is an emotionally constipated person, he could be really touching sometimes. But I'm not a weak, sappy idiot...not at all…

"I…I…" Why are no words coming to me? I glanced around helplessly and noticed Sasuke's car. Weighing my options, I looked between Sasuke (well specifically his cheek since I can't bring myself to meet his eyes—it's a nice cheek) and the car. Then I turn and scurry towards the sleek, black automobile in a cool, collected fashion of course. "I'm getting in the stupid car," I shout back at him as I yank the door open and basically dive in to escape Sasuke.

Turns out escaping to Sasuke's car which he is going to get into as well like two seconds later isn't the best escape. Maybe I should have seen that coming…

Luckily he doesn't say anything. He only inserts his key into the ignition, starts the car, and begins to pull away from the curb. It is really quiet. Like really, uncomfortably, awkwardly quiet. I glance at Sasuke. Am I alone in finding the silence suffocating? My fingers twitch in my lap, itching to turn on some music (the sound system in this thing is heavenly). But would that be rude? After all, we aren't exactly getting along. Then again, it is all Sasuke's fault that we aren't. I shoot him a glare. Screw it, I don't care about being rude.

I reach forward and turn on the radio. I sneak a glance at Sasuke to see that one of his eyebrows has lifted. Hmm, he seems rather patient with me. Which is extremely unusual. I go through the stations only one in mind. When high, operetta music begins pouring from Sasuke's speakers, I chance a glance at him again. I can't help the snicker that escapes my lips. Sasuke is frowning, looking seriously like his new-found patience is crumbling.

Then Sasuke's hand on the steering wheel moves and the volume of the music decreases drastically. Glaring, I turn back to the radio and find the volume knob, cranking it up with a jerk. I glance back happily at Sasuke in time to see him sending me a glare. His finger moves again and presses a button on the steering wheel. Once more the volume is reduced to mute. My hand moves toward the volume knob once more but freezes when Sasuke snaps at me.

"Don't! Don't even think about it." His words are harsh as he barks them out. My hand withers and returns to my lap. I look away from him and glare out the window.

"About yesterday," Sasuke starts after a beat of silence.

"I don't want to talk to you," I retort. I don't care if I sound like I'm sulking like a child

"I could have beaten Gaara up. I held myself back." Oh? I think he's trying to bait me to talk to him…and damn did it work well. I turn from the window reluctantly and look at Sasuke. He is watching me from the corner of his eyes.

"I'm an amazing fighter," Sasuke states. Always one for modesty that one. "Your friend is a good fighter, but I'm better. I have been training since I was little." Wow, Sasuke-teme is a tough cookie. "Despite the fact that I don't like him, I didn't want to hurt him too badly because I know he is important to you," Sasuke said in a tight voice. I still don't understand what he has against Gaara. Before picking a fight with Sasuke, he never did anything to the raven-haired boy.

Seconds later the car stopped and I looked outside to see a very familiar house. Jeez that had been a short car ride. I quickly gripped the door handle and swung the door open. I stepped out as Sasuke did the same on the other side. His hair is really glossy…

Sasuke turns his head and looks at me. His eyes narrow and he looks away. This is going to be a long, long next couple of hours.

I make my way around Sasuke's car (which looks super out of place in front of my totally average home). As I come around the front of it, I glance at Sasuke again to see him watching me suspiciously. Why is he looking at me like that? It's kind of insulting.

"What are you looking at, teme?" I snap. It's not like I'm doing anything wrong, hell I'm not even doing anything. I'm just walking to my front door.

"Nothing." Wow. Two whole syllables. Progressing from our monosyllabic caveman grunts are we?

"Then stop looking at me like that." Is he not listening? He is looking at me like he expects me to commit some sort of crime.

"Excuse me, but last time I was here you vandalized my car," His voice was agitated and cold. Oh…yeah, I forgot about that. I guess that was the last time Sasuke was at my house. I peek at his car. Please, it looks totally pristine. He got it fixed right away. He had it coming anyways for being all bastardish and throwing around gay jokes. Yeah, whatever SasGAY. I don't see any dents on the car anymore so no biggie.

"Don't get your panties in a twist, SasGAY. It was just a little scratch." I said with a little hand wave towards his car. Sasuke's gaze sharpened angrily. I have to suck my cheeks in to keep from smiling.

"Don't call me that," He seethed. "And you fucking cracked the window!"

Eh, details, details.

I walk past him and make my way to my front porch. When I get to the front door, I reach under the rug sitting before it and grope around for the key. My fingers latch onto something small and metallic and I pull it out. Inserting it into the lock, I turn it quickly.

Stepping inside, I don't bother holding the door open for Sasuke. In fact, I kind of swing it shut behind me. A low grunt comes from behind me as I hear the door hit Sasuke. I glance over my shoulder and small innocently, "Whoops, so sorry". Sasuke eye twitches in annoyance and he looks angrily at me.

I step far enough in that Sasuke can come inside and close the door behind him. The pattering of feet reaches my ears and I look toward the kitchen. Seconds later Iruka comes through the arched doorway, a friendly smile stretching across his face.

"Oh, Naruto! You should have texted me that you were on your way!" Iruka scolded lightly. He's the one that told me to 'be home between four thirty and five or else'.

I scratch the back of my head lightly. "Sorry, 'Ruka. Guess it slipped my mind," I chuckled. Iruka just smiled at me lovingly. Then he turned to Sasuke and smiled brightly at him. Ugh, Iruka you don't need to do that. He doesn't deserve your smiles! He's evil!...kind of…well, maybe not but still.

"Ah, and you must be Sasuke!" Iruka…he just squealed…Excuse me while I go bash my head against the nearest wall.

I watch Sasuke closely. He nods politely at Iruka, and extends his hand. "Yes, my name is Sasuke Uchiha. It is pleasure to meet you. Naruto has told me so much about you." His voice is smooth and friendly and polite and when Iruka beams at him and shakes his hand I want to simultaneously throttle Sasuke by the neck and melt because he gives Iruka a small, polite small that he has never shown me before. Hell, I didn't even know Sasuke could smile politely. He's only smiled like three times (if even that) in front of me!

"Oh, well thank you. Naruto is very lucky to have you to help him in school," Iruka says with a little blush from Sasuke's compliment. I notice Sasuke's polite smile sharpen and turn more into his normal cocky smirk. Alert and slightly alarmed I look back at Iruka to see what made Sasuke do this. And then I see it…or rather realize it. Iruka has fallen for Sasuke's charms hook, line, and sinker.

Oh, Iruka…between Sasuke-teme and Kakashi…you are just too gullible. Poor, poor Iruka. He thinks Kakashi is an involved, caring teacher and now he probably thinks Sasuke is some innocent, caring, polite, kind student.

"Well, I don't want to keep you boys from studying so why don't you just head up to Naruto's room. I can bring up some snacks for you later." Iruka is just using snacks as an excuse to make sure we are studying. With that said, Iruka turned and moseyed on back to the kitchen.

I glanced back at Sasuke. His eyes were roaming around my house. Suddenly I felt nervous. Sasuke is filthy rich and my house is not even average. I hate that I feel self-conscious about my house. I shouldn't. It's just that Sasuke's everything is high-end. His black eyes finally settle on me and he stares at me for a while before a small smirk stretches across his face.

"Are you going to show me to your room or do I have to find it myself?" He taunted lightly. My mind faltered for second. He didn't comment on my house, no snide comments, nothing. No, he just teased me about my room.

A hot blush spreads across my cheeks. "O-of course! We are going right now, bastard!" I shout. Sasuke's grin turns feral as I glare at him.

"Naruto, language!" Iruka yells from the kitchen. I look wide-eyed toward the kitchen. Shoot, I forgot about Iruka. He doesn't even like it when I say I hate people. He always says, "hate is such a strong word". No duh. If it wasn't, I wouldn't bother using it!

Sasuke chuckles behind me and I turn and glare at him again. With a huff, I whip my head around and stomp towards the stairs.

Unlike Sasuke's house (MANSION!), there aren't dozens of rooms on the second floor of my house. My room's the first door on the left immediately after you get to the top of the stairs. I push open the door and Sasuke follows me inside.

Shit…I forgot to clean I remember as I look at the mess my room is in. Clothes and other various items are scattered across the carpeting of my room, the covers of my bed are in a giant bundle in the center of the mattress, and various drawers in my dresser are sticking out. I quickly dart toward the dresser and slam the drawers closed. Then I run to my bed and attempt to smooth out the mountain that my bed sheets have formed into. Once they are relatively decent (aka wrinkly but lying flat), I look over my shoulder at Sasuke. He is leaning against my closed bedroom door (since when did he close that?) smirking in amusement. I look away quickly, my gaze falling to my floor. I move to my knees and begin picking up heaps of clothing and food wrappers and other various items which I can't identify and push them toward the far corner of my room.

I have almost cleared a decent amount of space for us to sit down in when something brushes my shoulder. I jump and whirl around, heart beating frantically. My fright dies when I see Sasuke on his knees as well, picking up stuff from my floor. Granted he is picking stuff up one at a time and holding it between his pointer finger and thumb, but at least he's helping I guess. I turn back around and move the last bit of clothes into the corner.

With a triumphant smile I turn toward Sasuke-teme. A large portion of my floor at the foot of my bed is now visible, clear of any and all other articles. I sit down on the carpet, leaning my back against the end of my bed. Sasuke moves and situates himself in front of me.

"Naruto," He says, voice calm and collected. I notice he's holding something. "What is this?" He asks, bringing the item in front of me. It takes a moment for me to process the magazine in his hand.

"OHMYGOD!" I shout as I frantically lurch forward and snatch the magazine from his hands. I quickly shove it under my bed. The image of an almost entirely naked brunette with huge breasts and a lacy red thong is burned into my retinas. How the hell did Sasuke find that?! Fuck, I must have just left it on the floor and since I haven't cleaned since like…last year, I forgot to throw it away.

I force myself to look back at Sasuke, my face so overheated I feel like I need to shove it in a vat of ice. My palms are sweaty and I feel completely mortified. Sasuke's lips are pulled into a tight line, his eyes narrowed. He doesn't look too happy. I need to explain this to him.

"Kiba!" I blurt out, wincing at the volume of it. I meet Sasuke's gaze and take a deep breath. "Well, what I mean is that the magazine isn't mine. Actually, it is but it was a gag gift from Kiba." Sasuke's eyes widen and his tense expression relaxes. "You know since I'm into guys, he thought it'd be funny to give me one of the porno magazines he usually gets." I explain my blush increasing. Curse my innocence in sexual matters; I should be able to say this without blushing so much and feeling the need to break eye contact with Sasuke.

A sigh escapes Sasuke and he looks at me with a small smile that causes my breath to catch. "Good," he mutters quietly. Sasuke wasn't…he couldn't have been jealous or worried about me liking girls…could he? That'd be silly…

I stare at him, unable to look away. His smile is breathtaking. It's not just his looks though. Knowing Sasuke is happy, happy enough to smile…it makes me want to smile to. U

"Kiba seems like a cool guy," Sasuke says slowly. Did I just hear that right?

Sasuke's smile turns into an amused smirk. I must look as stupefied as I feel. I mean Sasuke literally called all my friends losers before. Granted the entire school thinks we are losers…

"Really?" I manage to ask.

"Yeah. He seems to be a nice guy. He's the one that drives you to and from school right?" How did Sasuke know that? Wait, I probably mentioned it. Or he has a pair of eyes and noticed me get in and out the car with him every day.

"Yeah," I breath out. He likes Kiba. But wait…

"If you like Kiba then why do you hate Gaara?" My question causes Sasuke to tense up. "Earlier you said you hated him but that you didn't beat him up because of me. I don't understand why you don't like Gaara though!"

Sasuke looks away from me, his eyes resting on the wall behind me. "Why do you like him?" He asks. His voice is angry and I don't understand why.

"…that's a really weird question." I like Gaara for a lot of reasons, but I really don't get why any of this is relevant to why Sasuke has Gaara issues. I personally think Gaara is a pretty lovable guy. You just have to break through the murderous, anti-social, violent tendencies and then you have…well more aggressive, anti-social tendencies, but under that is a loyal, loving, kind panda bear!

"No, it's not. I'm tired of being in fucking second place." He snaps. He turns back to me and his eyes meet mine.

"Who the fuck are you coming in second place to?!" I cry. Goddammit, what the hell is he talking about! Who is competing?

"Gaara! Fucking Gaara!" He snarls furiously.

…

You have got to be fucking kidding me?!

"This again! I told you Gaara and I are friends!" Is he deaf?! We've had this conversation a freakin bazillion times!

Sasuke's expression turns extremely cold and his glare icy. "You don't actually expect me to believe that do you? Do I look blind?" Uh, no but obviously something is wrong with you if you can't understand what I'm saying!

"A friend, Sasuke. He is my friend!" Both of us are leaning in now, glaring eyes locked.

"He is more than that and you know it," Sasuke hisses.

"Wha-"

"I've seen you hug him and him carry you at school. You sleep over at his house. You even walk around in his fucking shirts! His fucking shirts, Naruto! And you are trying to tell me that you aren't more than friends, that you aren't hooking up on the side!" Sasuke seethes, his voice low and strained and downright furious.

His words sink in and I lean back, a no doubt dumb expression on my face. Those things…I-I…nothing happened. Gaara and I aren't like that but…those things…I guess they look kind of bad if…

I look into Sasuke's glaring eyes. Did he think Gaara and I liked each other this whole time? We are just friends though, best friends. And it isn't a big deal that I steal his shirts, lots of friends do that with each other. Then again, I guess, not all friends are into their same sex.

Feeling completely lost, I clasped my hands together on my lap and looked helplessly at Sasuke. His glare had dimmed and he was starting to look surprised. Maybe my expression was giving away the fact that I had never even thought of doing that stuff with Gaara. I never had been good at hiding my emotions.

"I-I never, never did-would do that with Gaara," I started, my voice sounding strange. Hell, I felt strange. Holy Ramen, was I blind? If Sasuke had done those things with his friends I would have thought… "I didn't mean…it was never like that.." I struggled to put the words together but my mind was still lagging behind because damn Sasuke had put a lot of thought into that and I had never even thought 'that' might even be perceived. Because 'that' didn't freakin exist! I'm just a touchy-feely sort of friends!

Suddenly warm hands covered my own tightly clasped ones laying in my lap. My eyes focused on Sasuke whose face was suddenly right in front of mine. "Shh, its fine. I get it now. Shh." He whispered soothingly. His thumbs rubbed gently at my wrists as he stared into my eyes, the anger from earlier completely gone.

I exhaled shakily and leaned my head back against the bed. I closed my eyes, just concentrating on the feel of the warm hands around mine and the gentle, soothing strokes on my wrist. We sat like that for a while, I don't know how long. Finally, I opened my eyes and pulled my hands away from Sasuke's. Sasuke seemed to get the hint and he moved back to his spot.

Well that was a strange moment.

"We should start studying." Yeah, first time I ever said that in my life. Really, it's only because I get the feeling Iruka will show up any minute with treats to check up on us and things would get a little awkward if he saw me and Sasuke…NOT THAT I THINK WE'D END UP DOING ANYTHING! Anything er sexual that is! Not at all. I just…I'm just being mature. Yeah, mature. Because I want to focus on my studies. Definitely.

Sasuke pulled out a black folder and set it on the carpet in between us. Quickly flipping it open, he grabbed a very familiar looking packet. Without a word he handed it to me. "Annotate it for literary devices," He instructed. I took it from him and looked at it suspiciously before reading the first sentence. My eyes widen and I look up at him. Are you kidding me?

"Hey! This is the thing we did in class the other day!" Sasuke just looked at me, not the least bit surprised by my outburst. I stared at him but he just gave me a look that said, "So? And your point is?".

"I already did this!" I protest, pointing at the text. Sasuke's eye quirks up and a small smirk plays at his lips. "Nice try, dobe. We both know you didn't do it." He just totally called my bluff. Fuck.

Fifteen minutes later things were not going so smoothly.

"Read it!"

"No, I don't wanna!"

"You only have four more pages!" Sasuke argued insistently.

"But I already read so much! My brain hurts!" I whined. Ugh, this is what hell must be like! I hate schoolwork!

"Yeah, because it's underdeveloped!" Sasuke sneered.

"Hey! It is not!" Sasuke, you bastard, don't insult my intelligence. My brain is perfectly developed for your information!

"My brain just doesn't like homework! It does enough work in school!" I say defensively.

"Idiot," Sasuke huffs in annoyance.

"Jackass," I hiss at him.

"Moron," Sasuke snaps back at me.

"Stuck up-" My words cut off as the door to my room swung open.

"I brought snacks for you," Iruka announced chirpily as he walked through the doorway. Both Sasuke and I watched him wide-eyed and stunned as he moved toward us. He doesn't seem to have heard our arguing. Phew.

My eyes travel to the tray in his hands. Ah, cookies! Score! Only thing better would have been ramen but cookies will do just fine.

Suddenly Sasuke stands up. I watch him as his arms extend and hold the opposite side of the tray. "Here, let me," He says politely. Iruka smiles, swept away in the polite, helpful act. Ugh, makes me want to barf. Jeez, Sasuke is good at manipulating people. Poor Iruka has no idea what a downright bastard Sasuke is.

With the tray now in Sasuke's devious clutches, Iruka smiles at us. "Well it looks like you are studying hard so I'll get out of your way." He says happily, turning for the door.

"Thank you," Sasuke sucks up to Iruka even more. With grace I should have figured Sasuke would have (the bastard has every quality that is enviable—except for his personality of course), he sits down with the tray in hand. Iruka shuts the door gently behind him.

"Give me that," I huff as I snatch the tray away from the manipulative fiend. He looks at me quizzically but I can see the amusement dancing in his eyes. "You don't get any of Iruka's cookies." I tell him with a glare. I haven't forgotten I am angry with him. Not at all.

I am still angry…right?

"So you are going to eat all those cookies?" Sasuke asked, giving me a look that said 'yeah right'.

I smirk at him, trying my best to immediate is self-righteous, I-can-do-anything smirk.

"Watch me."

After several minutes that consisted of me shoving chocolate chip cookie after chocolate cookie down my gullet, my stomach hurts. And Sasuke is looking at me like I am disgusting. But whatever. I proved him wrong. I ate all those cookies, dammit! And he didn't think I could.

"That…was disgusting," Sasuke told me, distaste evident in his tone.

Uh, dear ramen. My stomach hasn't hurt this bad since when I drank that cartoon of spoiled milk. Shit, if I get the runs while Sasuke's here…fuck, just kill me now.

IAMALINEIAMALINEIAMALINEIAMALINE

It is six o'clock and Naruto Uzumaki has had no stomach issues! Woo!

A loud buzzing causes me to look up from the list of literary terms in my hands and at Sasuke's phone which is vibrating and lighting up on the carpet next to his thigh.

In one quick, fluid movement Sasuke grabs his phone and brings it to his ear.

"What do you want?" He asks coldly. Yikes, I'd hate to be on the receiving end of that. Who is Sasuke acting all mean to?...Maybe some stupid fangirls that should just leave him alone? Uh, I didn't think that. That would make me sound jealous if I thought that. Whose jealous? Not me. Fuck. Fuck, I'm jealous. Goddammit!

Sasuke's eyes narrow and his face twists in agitation. "Don't call me that. And you're not my fucking mother. It's none of your business where I am." He snaps angrily to the person on the other end of the call. Jeez, this person really makes Sasuke mad.

"Shut up. And don't call me again. I'm busy." Sasuke snarls, yanking the phone from his ear and hitting the end call button. Sasuke throws his super expensive, nice phone that I would kill for carelessly toward his bag.

"Who was that?" I asked cautiously. Probably some stupid chick or guy from school bugging him…after all he was pretty rude and cold towards them.

"My brother," he spat hatefully.

…well I didn't see that coming.

As I opened my mouth to ask why Sasuke seemed to hate the world (because first Gaara and now his brother…okay so maybe there was a decent reason behind Gaara), Iruka opened the door.

"Dinner will be ready in ten minutes," He announced with his usual warm smile. He turned to Sasuke. Oh no…I think I know where this is going. I quickly bring my hand up in front of my neck and make 'cut it out' motions. My hand moves vigorously, trying to gain Iruka's attention.

"Would you like to stay for dinner, Sasuke?" Fuuuuuck. No. Iruka, you are too nice to people!

"I'd love to. Thank you," Sasuke says sweetly. He glances at me and shoots me an evil smirk before looking back at Iruka with a smile.

I am going to bash his head into the wall.

IAMALINEIAMALINEIAMALINEIAMALINE

"So, Sasuke, tell me about your family? What do your parents do? Do you have any siblings?" Iruka asked Sasuke with a smile. Then he shot me a glare and mouthed 'stop sulking'. I'm not sulking! I just refuse to participate in this stupid dinner since Sasuke-teme is here. And so what if my arms are crossed! And if I'm not smiling! Maybe this is my natural expression and posture!

Sasuke, who was sitting to my right and across the table from Iruka, put down his fork politely before responding. The prissy fucker even had his napkin on his lap! Who does that?!...Okay so maybe I'm the only one at the table who doesn't have their napkin on their lap but I mean its fricken weird and annoying that Sasuke is trying so hard to impress Iruka! Stop it, stop it right now you fake teme. Iruka is mine and you can't have him!

"My father is the CEO and founder of Uchiha Corporation which dabbles in different areas of business, and my mother is an anesthesiologist. I have one sibling, an older brother. His name is Itachi and he's seven years older than me." Who says dabbling? And that's strange, Sasuke doesn't sound like he has a problem with his brother when he talks about him to Iruka. Also, what is an anesthesiologist?

The rest of dinner was spent with Sasuke getting drilled about his life by Iruka who became more and more impressed with Sasuke's every answer. Part of me wanted to hit Sasuke for making me look bad in front of Iruka but another (more idiotic) part of me was glad that Iruka liked Sasuke so much.

When dinner was over, Iruka told us "kids" to "go play" while he cleans up the kitchen. Of course, Sasuke offered to help clean up because for some reason he's totally sucking up to Iruka. Iruka declined though so I led Sasuke through the kitchen and then my family room until we reached my back door. Sliding the glass door open, I slipped outside onto the porch. Sasuke followed me, closing the door behind him. I walked forward until I reached the three steps that lead down from the porch to the grass. With a sigh, I lowered myself down to sit on the porch at the top of the few, wooden steps. Sasuke sat down next to me, a bit closer than a friend would sit in my opinion but then again we weren't really friends were we?

What are we?

I stare out at the backyard, my eyes trailing over the grass and the trees lining the fence. The leaves are starting to change and the trees are looking beautiful with all the different colors, orange being the best of them all of course. And the setting sun in the background made the leaves look even prettier.

"Iruka is really nice, just like you said," Sasuke said, causing me to turn my attention toward him and away from the trees.

"Of course he is," I said defensively. Why wouldn't Iruka nice? Sasuke chuckled and I turned to fully look at him. My heart stops. He is smiling at me gently, looking amused but happy. The dull light from what is left of the sun is hitting his face, his smile, in such a way that he looks gorgeous.

"I know. I just didn't expect him to be that nice. I like him," He says but the words only half register because I'm still staring, taking in his beautiful smile. Jeez, I sound like such a cornball.

"Yeah, he's awesome," I agree pulling my thoughts from Sasuke to reflect on Iruka.

Sasuke's smile dims and his eyes look regretful. He looks away from me and looks down, staring at the wooden steps in between his legs.

"I'm new to all of this. I know you think I have all this experience, and I guess I do in a sense, but not with people I like…what I mean is not with people I actually care about," Sasuke glances at me through his dark strands of hair. Is he saying that he cares about me? My heart is beating loudly and my stomach is fluttering. I can barely think because my everything is focused on Sasuke and his words. "I didn't know what to do because I've never…cared before. And I fucked things up between us because I didn't want to admit how much I cared. Fuck, especially when I thought you liked that redhead too, hah. And then that dark-haired guy in the parking lot. I acted horribly. I was so angry and so jealous but I was stupid and didn't want you to know I cared, that I just wanted to hold you. I just.."

Sasuke turned toward me and met my gaze. His serious expression caused my heart to pound even faster. I'm the first person Sasuke has liked this much? Holy ramen, why am I feeling so happy and fluttery?

"I'm sorry, Naruto." He said quietly.

And I just melted.

Sasuke, the guy who I freaking fell for so hard (despite my better judgment) and that rejected me, was admitting he had liked me all along and was just scared by his feelings.

He stared into my eyes and I stared into his. For the first time I was seeing a tender Sasuke, and the sight of it sent my heart pounding and fluttering at the same time.

Then a few seconds passed. He was still staring at me. Expectantly. Like he was waiting for something…Oh, right I should say something. Uh, but what should I say. Um…how do I follow that up? I could say it's okay but I really don't think what he did was okay. I could tell him that he literally just crushed any resolve I might have had to stay mad at him. Or I could be the world's biggest moronic pussy and hug him. Eh, I don't really like any of those choices. Maybe I can tell him he looks super dashing in this fall night light. Hah, yeah right! And make his head swell even more? No thanks.

"I like fall." I just vomited out the words without thinking.

….

Sasuke looked at me strangely.

I tried to look at Sasuke as equally strangely (while fighting a blush because I'm such a fucking moron and totally ruined the mood by spewing out words that make absolutely no sense in the conversation that is going on right now!). Sadly, it was a losing battle, as my face became the color of a goddamn fire truck. For good measure I bit my lip just to make sure any other stupid sentences didn't come pouring out.

"You're amazing," Sasuke breathed. Ah, fuck. He totally means amazingly stupid, awful, idiotic. Wait…he doesn't sound like he means that meanly though.

Then he smiles and scoots closer so that his side is pressed against mine. My breath hitches as he leans his toward me. His mouth moves toward my ear and his warm breath fans against me.

"I love fall too, dobe," He whispers.

My heart is literally about to hammer out of my chest. Then he moves his head back a little, but stays glued to my side. I feel a little (only a little!) sense of disappointment that he doesn't kiss me or touch me or you know kiss me but having him next to me makes me feel good too.

I don't want him to use me, to throw me away like all those others. But maybe it's okay. Maybe it's okay to allow this moment of weakness, to allow myself this one time to give in. Maybe it won't turn out so bad this time.

"Naruto, tell me about yourself," Sasuke says from beside me.

"What?" Where did that come from?

"I want to know more about you than anyone else," Sasuke asserts forcefully.

…okay then…

That's kind of cute. And weird. And hot in a possessive sort of way. And slightly alarming. But really, really touching. Though there's no way in hell I'll ever tell Sasuke everything. Like how I peed in my pants the first time Gaara told me he'd break every, single one of my fingers, rip them off my pudgy hands and shove them down my throat until I choke on them (I say first because he said that a lot when we first met and I tried to touch his chubby cheeks…but we got over that hurdle in our friendship). Or how the worst diarrhea I ever got was from drinking that cartoon of spoiled milk (I was on the toilet for days). I mean there are just something Sasuke doesn't need to know.

But I guess I can tell him most of the other stuff.

"Well you already know I am adopted, my adopted parent being Iruka. His last name is Umino. He's a teacher. I don't really remember my real parents. Only what I've seen in photos and stuff. I miss them I guess, but it's strange. It makes me sad to think about them, about how they died. I used to sometimes feel like I was missing out on stuff since they weren't here, you know. But Iruka is amazing. He's my mom and dad and it doesn't feel like I need anyone else." I pause and take in Sasuke's expression. It's just as uncomfortable as the time in his car when I briefly brought this up. But I can see the sadness and pity in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he says with conviction. I can't help but smile at him before continuing. "Iruka is a total mother hen as I'm sure you know. He's the only good influence because my godparents, oh boy, are they nuts. One is an old pervert and the other is a raging alcoholic who gambles too much and needs to invests in some turtlenecks."

I told him stories about Tsunade and Jiraiya. Sasuke ended up piecing together the fact that my godmother was our principal which seemed to completely shock him. He needs to be shocked every now and then though because he thinks he knows everything. I told Sasuke about the individual stories about how I met Kiba, Shikamaru, Temari, and Gaara.

When a yawn interrupted my story about how Kiba cried when he got his tattoos, Sasuke scooted away from me. I looked at him questioningly (a little hurt that he moved away). Then he patted his thighs. I didn't get it. So Sasuke grabbed my arm and pulled me forward. Before I could react he had turned me over and laid me in such a way that I was lying on my back on the porch and my head was using his thighs as a pillow.

It took a couple minutes of me protesting and him holding me down, then me blushing (of fricken course), then me settling in because it was warm and comfy and having Sasuke want me to use his legs as a pillow made me all happy and shit.

When I had pretty much exhausted all interesting (and not embarrassing stories—which really limited my stories) tales about me, I looked up at him.

"Your turn, teme," I said, gazing up at him. Damn, he even looks good from this angle and that's saying a lot because if I really look I can see up his nose from here. Not everyone can still look good from this point of view, but he does. Even the inside of his nose isn't unappealing.

"Hn," Sasuke hums. Coughcavemancou-

Oh. Oh, that feels really good. Really good.

My toes curl and I fight the urge to press my head into Sasuke hand as his fingers begin to gently card through my hair. His fingers are soothing and feel absolutely fantastic. No wonder animals like to be petted.

"I don't get along with my family nearly as well as you and Iruka get along." Sasuke starts somberly. Despite the pleasurable fingers going through my hair, I frown and look closely at Sasuke's serious expression. "My mom is the one I talk to the most. We were a lot closer when I was younger, but since I have gotten older we've grown apart. She's a nice woman though. She has always supported me in anything I do. Maybe a little too much to try and compensate for my father. My father, hah, well, we don't really speak much to each other . He's a man that values perfection and achievement over anything. So, as the disappointing child, he has never been too fond of me." Sasuke's voice was bitter and angry, but resigned. Without thinking, I lifted my right hand up and brushed my fingers along his cheek.

"Sasuke-teme, I don't know what is wrong with you dad, but if he, or for that matter you, haven't noticed, you are incredibly smart, better than anyone in every single sport, and, despite your personality flaws, you must be doing something right to be as popular as you are." Gosh, I don't really know how I ended up saying that without screwing it up. Hopefully I didn't sound like a fool. Sasuke looks down at me with a small smile and that makes it all worth it, even if I did sound foolish.

But seriously, Sasuke is annoyingly over-achieving in every aspect of life (even in the freaking looks department), how could his father think that?

"Yeah, well unfortunately for me, I was born after Itachi who was a prodigy in everything I am only good at. He graduated college at nineteen. In fact he's slated to take over the Uchiha Corporation in the next five years. No matter what I do, I'm always in second to him," Sasuke said hatefully. His words from the other day about coming in second came back to me. Along with always coming in second to Itachi, he thought he was coming in second to Gaara in gaining my affections.

The hands in my hair tightened almost to the point of pain. His eyes slipped down to meet my gaze and his black eyes burned with anger and bitterness. "I can't beat that fucking Itachi but I refuse to come in second place to anyone else." He said, his voice low and dangerous.

What the fuck had his dad done to him?

I moved my fingers, sweeping them over his cheekbone. This seemed to snap him out of his state and his grip on my hair loosened, his fingers once more sliding and petting.

Well, that explained some things. Though his brother had seemed like a pretty nice guy when I met him.

As Sasuke began to explain how he met Suigetsu, my hand dropped back and I turned onto my side, my face facing Sasuke now.

Jeez, I'm kind of tired.

"He kept tormenting this girl named Karin in our class, calling her names that none of us were allowed to say and pulling on her hair. I would have felt a little bad for her if she wasn't so annoying." I heard Sasuke say.

He's still talking but I'm not really paying attention.

Damn, his fingers feel so nice.

I'm tired, really tired.

And he's really warm.

Fingers…feel so nice.

Fuck, I like him.

Probation.

He's on probation.

IAMALINEIAMALINEIAMALINE

Sasuke has finally realized his emotions and shared them with Naruto! Hope this was to everyone's liking. I apologize for that fluff scene but that was about as good as I could get it. On a side note I discovered some exciting things are coming up in anime—as in Love Stage! is being made into an anime (fuck yes!) and Durarara is getting a season 2 (not sure if this is good or bad…the first season was pure genius and if they make a second season that tarnishes the first one I will be extremely pissed).

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