Naruto Fan Fiction / Naruto Shippuden Fan Fiction ❯ The Never Played Symphonies ❯ Take Apart Your Head ( Chapter 2 )

 

 

The Never Played Symphonies

Chapter 2 Take Apart Your Head

 

 

“Sasuke, let's go over this again…What exactly happened out there in the forest?”

 

The shinobi sighed, burying his head in his hands as he had to listen to the question yet again. Naruto had asked him it, Kakashi had asked him it, Sakura had relentlessly hammered him about it, and now he was forced to sit in front of Hokage-sama Tsunade and explain the same cover story he had given so many times before.

 

“As I've explained, the Akatsuki member ambushed Naruto and me. He took us off guard and ended up knocking both of us unconscious…When I awoke he was already gone.” Tsunade raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical of the turn of events. Though that really didn't surprise him, if he had been on the receiving end of the story he probably wouldn't have believed it either.

 

It was a crappy cover story, one that he had to come up with in a short amount of time, after being on the receiving end of the best hand job he had ever gotten…Okay, fine. The only hand job he had ever gotten, given to him by none other than his older brother.

 

“Don't you think that's a little formal?”

 

Sasuke's onyx eyes shot up to the woman at that, who seemed to be trying to read his every expression.

 

“Excuse me?” the Uchiha asked, trying to keep eye contact the entire time to avoid looking suspicious, and yet at the same time avoiding it at all costs.

 

Setting down some paperwork she had been working on filing, the fifth Hokage leaned forward on her desk, setting her chin in her hands. “It was your brother, was it not? So why are you being so formal in speaking of him if he's kin?”

 

His fingers clenched in his palms as he fought to hold back the sneer that wanted to come to his face at those words. “Yes…though I haven't considered that bastard as such for a long time.” Or rather he had been trying to not consider him as such since the day before.

 

“Itachi Uchiha is considered to be one of the most dangerous ninjas out there. He is ranked as a Level S. Some say he lost his soul the night he slaughtered the Uchiha clan.” By this time, Sasuke didn't even bother hiding the scowl upon his face.

 

“What exactly is your point?” he growled, and seeing the pissed off look on his face, the blonde raised an eyebrow.

 

“The Akatsuki's goal is to capture Naruto, is it not?” Sasuke didn't bother answering, knowing already where the Hokage was going with this, and it seemed Tsunade really didn't expect him to answer either. “So why then did Itachi Uchiha leave Naruto there unharmed, and you with very minor injuries, I wonder?”

 

Narrowing his eyes, Sasuke tried to keep his temper in check as much as possible. “I don't know…maybe the bastard was feeling generous!” he barked, all but forgetting his little plan about keeping his anger in check. “Who the hell knows why Itachi does the things he does! Who knows why he killed our entire clan!”

 

Shit… Seeing as how he was known for being cool and collected, that little outburst probably wasn't going to help his story very much. He especially didn't think his outburst was helping his story when a concerned look appeared on the woman's face. “What exactly did he do to you, Sasuke?”

 

Flashes of Itachi's lips on his, his nisan tying him to the tree, and the hand bringing him to completion, all flashed through his mind. He closed his eyes, and with a shudder managed to dispel such thoughts from his head.

 

Meeting the Hokage's stare head on, Sasuke tried to cover his mistake. “Do you mean besides breaking my ribs, stabbing me twice, and leaving marks all over my body?”

 

“Marks, huh?” Tsunade asked condescendingly, though you could still hear the concern in her voice. “That's strange, because you refused a full body examination…If I remember the report correctly you only allowed medical to treat the wounds on your shoulder and patch up your ribs. Yet you would only allow them to lift your shirt a fraction of the way.”

 

Sasuke's face darkened. Of course he had refused a full body examination. If he hadn't they would have seen the hickeys Itachi left all over his neck, not to mention the less than clean state his pants were currently in. He knew why he couldn't let any one look at his body, and for some reason he suspected that Tsunade did as well, which is why he knew he had to end this conversation as soon as possible. If he didn't he would end up letting his hot-blooded temper get the best of him and say something he would no doubt regret.

 

“If there's something you want to say, then by all means say it…otherwise I have better things to do than sit here and listen to your accusations!” It occurred to him after he said it that he had not once heard Tsunade make a single accusation. No, it seemed his conscience was the thing really troubling him.

 

“Calm down, Sasuke,” she demanded. “I didn't mean to offend you; it's just that Kakashi has expressed some concern over the state in which they found Naruto and you in the forest.”

 

“Kakashi-sensei…” Sasuke spat the name out in disgust. He had always looked up to his sensei, but now he was pretty sure the next time he saw him he would kick him in the balls!

 

Kakashi had found them out there, right after Sasuke had freed himself from the tree and bent down to try to wake Naruto. He had found him out there, and he had seen Sasuke's chest before the Uchiha had had the chance to grab his tattered shirt back from the branch. He had seen everything, and Sasuke had no doubt that every assumption the elite ninja had made was correct.

 

Shooting up from his chair, Sasuke made a fast trek to the door, managing to mumble out, “I'm leaving,” before slamming the door to the woman's office and heading down the hall.

 

That hadn't really gone as well as he had planned.

 

He had gone to the Hokage to try to convince her that nothing had happened between him and his bastard brother, and had instead ended up practically confirming the fact that something suspicious had happened, all due to his own stupidity. The thing that pissed him off the most though was that there was a good chance Tsunade wasn't even referring to what he thought she was anyways. After all, who the hell could imagine Itachi doing something like that anyways? Hell, who knew he had a libido to begin with? He himself still didn't believe it, and it had actually happened to him first hand. Literally.

 

If he were to be completely honest with himself, at first he would have thought it was someone disguised as his brother, but then he knew in his heart that wasn't true. No one could be such a heartless, condescending prick as the son of a bitch that took advantage of him the day before.

 

Stomping down the hall, Sasuke exited the building and headed into the night air, determined to make it back to his apartment and finally have a moment's reprieve. Though he should have known how much life hated him, because that moment was looking further and further away when the second he walked out of the building Naruto was right in front of him with that damn mischievous glint in his eyes.

 

The dobe had removed his coat so that he was only wearing his orange pants and a black t-shirt. Sasuke really didn't blame him, the weather had begun to warm up, and even though they were hidden in the leaves, the village of Konoha had entered into the summer season. Yet another reason he supposed, that his temper was flaring to life. …He always did hate warm weather.

 

“What do you want?” he snipped, wanting to get whatever the hell the blond wanted out of the way as quickly as possible so that he could get out of the situation.

 

Getting out quickly was starting to become less of an option when a smirk came to Naruto's face. “Oh nothing…I was just remembering a certain something I heard yesterday.”

 

Sasuke's eyes narrowed to dangerous levels as they flooded red as the Sharingan took over in his anger. “What are you talking about?” he hissed, praying that it wasn't what he thought it was.

 

Smirk widening, Naruto rubbed the back of his neck abashedly. “Well the thing is, I kinda woke up a little early yesterday.” Sasuke's heart quickened. He couldn't have heard…Please don't let him have seen!

 

Lashing out, Sasuke grabbed the front of his friend's shirt, forcing him back up against a fence that was nearby. Leaning forward, Sasuke forced his face right in front of Naruto's, loving how that cocky smirk somewhat faded at seeing the Uchiha's anger.

 

“Tell me, baka…what is it exactly that you think you know?” Leaning even further, Sasuke let his threatening voice graze the blonde's ear. “Depending upon how you answer you might just get out of this alive.”

 

He felt the shudder that traveled down Naruto's back, and smirked in satisfaction at the blond shinobi's fear. Though that smirk soon disappeared when Naruto leaned forward himself, placing his mouth right next to Sasuke's ear and whispered, “Itachi…Don't…Stop…”

 

Face filling with fear, Sasuke pushed the boy away from him, and without even thinking about what he was doing pulled back and let his fist fly through the air into the kyuubi's face. “Shut up!” he screamed. “SHUT UP!”

 

He couldn't take this! He couldn't take what his brother had done to him, and he certainly couldn't take Naruto of all people mocking him because of it! Sasuke's hands traveled to his dark locks, twisting inside of them as he sunk to his knees.

 

This couldn't be happening…Naruto couldn't know! No one could know the full extent of the atrocities that went on that day, because if they did they would know just how sick and twisted he was, because they would know he had enjoyed it!

 

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the shock that had spread across Naruto's face as he wiped trickling blood from his mouth. He could care less though. He'd hit him again if the stupid baka so much as mentioned his brother one more time!

 

“What the hell is wrong with you, Sasuke!” Naruto yelled, finding it highly odd that his friend had succumbed to gravity and was now seething on the ground. “I know that you're upset about your brother beating the shit out of you, but you don't have to punch me because of it! That really hurt Sasuke-teme!”

 

Naruto pushed himself against the fence he had been forced to lean against and then walked over to the dark shinobi, offering him a hand even though the person he was trying to help had just slugged the crap out of him. “And what are you doing on the ground? Does it really bother you that much? If it's any consolation, I think you must have done something that surprised your brother otherwise he would have killed you, right?”

 

Letting his hands drop to his thighs, Sasuke looked up at Naruto in confusion. “...beating the shit out of me?” he repeated, barely holding on by a thread.

 

“Yes, Sasuke-teme…I mean I'm sorry for making fun of you for losing to your brother, but I didn't think you'd get so upset.”

 

He was mocking him for getting the shit beat out of him? So when he repeated what he had heard…he had thought...? He knew that line could be taken either way, and he supposed he should thank whoever was listening that the dense dobe had taken it the way he had…otherwise he might have to deal with the blond's murder on his conscience, because he obviously couldn't let this get out. Shaking his head in disgust of himself, the Uchiha took a deep steadying breath and slapped the hand offered to him away.

 

Getting up himself, he gave Naruto a cold gaze that dared him to mention the little outburst he had just had. “If you mention this to anyone I'll kill you.”

 

Naruto raised a blond eyebrow. “Mention what?” he asked confused. “I still don't even know why you got so upset!”

 

Shaking his head, Sasuke stuck his hands in his pockets and began to walk away, not missing the “You are so weird!” yelled towards his back.

 

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Burying his face in his pillow, Sasuke sighed in contentment at the feeling of finally being home. He was sure that knowing his luck Kakashi-sensei would have stopped him on the way back, or worse…Sakura. No, thankfully he had made it back without incident, though that could have had something to do with the fact that he took alleys no one knew about, and was pretty much invisible to the naked eye.

 

His stomach growled in the hunger he refused to do anything about. This morning he had tried to eat, and once again images he'd rather not think about surfaced in his mind and he ended up retching in the toilet…it wasn't an experience he wished to try again anytime soon.

 

No, his body was punishing him for the sins he had committed, and he would let it, because someone needed to chastise him for finding pleasure in his brother's touches. He inhaled the scent of his pillow, and if he tried hard enough he could almost convince himself that it was Itachi he smelled. The weird thing was his nerves began to calm at just the ghost of a scent that he was imagining in his head.

 

That was when of course he sat up in disgust of himself and chucked the pillow across the room, hitting the lamp on his dresser and shattering it into a million pieces. Shit! What the fuck was wrong with him!? Bending over himself, he buried his head in between his legs as he tried to stop his body from shaking.

 

Sasuke's stomach lurched at just the thought of how he had been pretending to smell Itachi…and he had liked it! Heaven help him he had liked every bit of what Itachi had done to him! It was sick, wrong, and deeply demented, but in some ways he had always craved such a thing from his aniki.

 

There had to be something wrong with him. He had to be depraved! That was the only possible explanation he could think of to be having these thoughts about the person who slaughtered his family…his entire clan! He shouldn't be having these thoughts about his brother!

 

Getting up from his bed, Sasuke stumbled over to the wall to try to clean up the lamp that he had shattered, but as he bent down to pick up the pieces he saw a knocked over photograph…the only one he had of his family.

 

His eyes began to water as he saw his younger self…his much happier self. The smile was so big on his face that he was surprised it didn't crack. They had taken this the day after Sasuke had gotten accepted into the academy. His mother looked ecstatic, hell his father even looked a bit thrilled. Sasuke was clutching to his older brother, hugging his aniki's hip as Itachi gave a slight smile that really only made him look pissed off more than anything, but the younger Uchiha knew from experience that that was the closest his brother ever came to looking happy…or rather pretending to look happy. After all Itachi had already informed him that the whole `brotherly love' was only an act.

 

Itachi never gave a damn about him or anything other than himself, of that he had made abundantly clear. What with the whole murdering their entire clan just to test his limits, it was kind of hard to think otherwise. Though he supposed he should give his brother a little credit, he had after all left him alive so that he could grow to hate him and gain a worthy opponent…if that's not a selfless act he didn't know what was.

 

Sasuke sneered. When he saw that bastard again he was going to gut him on principle alone! Slamming the picture on the ground, he effectively shattered the glass protecting it and grabbed the glossy paper from inside. Without a pause he ripped the photo, tearing his brother out of their family picture. He didn't deserve to be there! He had betrayed everyone…he had destroyed his life!

 

Collapsing on the floor, Sasuke ignored the piece of glass that cut his cheek as he laid his body on its side against the ground. It didn't matter anymore, because even though Itachi had destroyed his entire life…even though he had betrayed him in more ways than he could even count…he still couldn't hate him! He still wanted him!

 

Rolling over, Sasuke settled himself atop the pile of glass, staring blankly up at the ceiling as he tried to think of a way to piece his life back together. The whitewash ceiling was giving him no answers, and so he decided to just close his eyes all together, determined to let the darkness give him some solace.

 

Though his theory didn't work, because as soon as he closed his eyes images of Itachi once more came to the surface.

 

Red eyes haunted his vision, and he could practically feel those bloodstained hands upon him. He could feel those hands that had made him feel more pleasure than anything else in the world ever had ghosting down his body, warming his chilled skin with a fiery touch that should've be as cold as ice.

 

Something stirred deep inside of him, and his shorts began to tighten. What the hell was wrong with him? Was he seriously getting aroused over the memory of his brother's touches? His hand traveled down to the bulge in his khakis, confirming the dreaded fact. The saddest part of all was that the hand never left that bulge, no instead it slipped underneath his waistband and right into his boxers.

 

A shudder coursed down his spine when his fingers touched the heated flesh, knowing it was wrong, but still imagining it was his aniki doing the touching. How many nights had he lain awake in bed wondering where Itachi was…wondering if he was thinking of him in the same way. …How long had he wanted him like this?

 

Sasuke couldn't stop the gasp that escaped his throat as his hand wrapped around his cock, giving the half flaccid member a tug, making it completely erect as he remembered how good it had felt when Itachi had done it to him.

 

“Nisan...” he moaned, letting his free hand travel down to the clasp of his shorts, undoing them and slipping them down past his hips for easier access. His hips rose and fell with every thrust into his hand, he didn't care how the broken glass from the lamp and picture dug into his back as he slammed back down. No, all he cared about was bringing himself to completion.

 

His hand traveled up his shirt, ghosting over the skin of his abdomen and being extra careful not to press down too hard on his still bruised ribs. He licked his lips as his fingers encircled a nipple…wishing, more than anything in the world, that his brother were here now. Itachi always had said they didn't have a normal brotherly relationship, and he supposed him jacking off to images of the older Uchiha only attested to that fact.

 

His thrusts began to speed up as precum rolled down his tip, allowing for temporary lubrication in his sin. Sasuke hunched off the ground, feeling the same warmth pooling in his belly as he had the day before when it had been Itachi's hand, not his own, giving him such pleasure.

 

Letting his eyes fly open, he glanced around the room, trying to do anything to postpone the bliss he knew he was only moments from receiving. With one more thrust into his tight fist, Sasuke could feel his release practically bursting from its prison. His eyes darted around in a last ditch effort to postpone it, and that was when he caught sight of something rather disturbing in the reflection of broken glass on his floor.

 

Crying out in surprise, he screamed out “Naruto!” before spilling his essence all over his hand and stomach. Falling back onto the ground, he allowed himself a few moments of after orgasm bliss before responding, which seeing how positively drugged he felt, he thought reacting that fast was an achievement all on its own.

 

As soon as the Uchiha saw the reflection of the blond in his home again, he jumped up from his position, ignoring the piece of glass that sliced open his shoulder as he did. He winced a little as he saw his blood splatter on the floor, but he couldn't be concerned with that now. No, he was much more worried about pulling his pants up before the person in front of him had even more ammunition to use against him.

 

“What are you doing here, Naruto?” Sasuke asked, trying to keep his calm demeanor even as he was wiping cum on the back of his shirt. And from the amused look on the blonde's face he would have to say his act wasn't going all that well.

 

What the hell was he doing here anyways?

 

Taking a quick look around, Sasuke spotted an open window where the drapes had become tangled upon entry. How had he not noticed that? He gave Naruto a hard time for being a shitty ninja, and he had just let the baka sneak up on him as if it were nothing! No! He refused to believe that even in the state he was in someone as clumsy as the dobe could walk right up to him! Damn it but he must really be losing it!

 

Sasuke's guard went up at the predatory gleam in the dobe's blue eyes, and he couldn't help but take a step back when the blond walked forward. There was something dark in Naruto's eyes…something almost evil. It made Sasuke nervous, and that nervous feeling only grew the closer and closer the blond got.

 

The Uchiha's face heated up at that, and he actually had to break eye contact to avoid further embarrassment from seeing the disgust on his friend's face. He needed to rectify the situation he was caught in. And soon.

 

“…You don't understand,” was all he could manage to get out, and he knew there was no way in hell Naruto would settle for it.

 

The dobe still refused to say a word, and the silence from the normally boisterous blond caused the dark haired shinobi to worry even more. Narrowing black eyes, the blond reacted in a split second and grabbed Sasuke's shoulder, pulling him towards him and crushing the Uchiha shinobi against his body.

 

“What the hell, dobe!?” Sasuke cried, trying to push back from the kyuubi's body. He couldn't believe the harsh hold the boy had on him, or for that matter why the hell he had grabbed him in the first place.

 

“Isn't this what you wanted?” Naruto asked, his voice dark with what sounded like jealousy, even though Sasuke could honestly say he had no idea why. All he knew was that the blond was adding to his confusion from an already confusing day, and he really did NOT want to be this close to him!

 

Sasuke tried to push his friend away, but it only furthered Naruto's mysterious anger, and before he even had time to react the shinobi had taken the initiative and slammed him up against the wall.

 

Pushing back, Sasuke managed to get Naruto about a foot away from him before the blond was once more on him. …Strangely enough he was reminded of yesterday with Itachi. He was only further reminded of the event when one of the blond's hands flew up his shirt, stroking at his still bruised skin.

 

Biting his tongue, the Uchiha did his best not to scream right now. Growling, he pushed Naruto away from him, backing up off the wall and getting as far away from the shinobi who had apparently lost his mind. Looking back towards Naruto, he put every last bit of confidence and cold reservation he had left into his next sentence.

 

“Get out,” he commanded, letting the harsh iciness of the words wash over the kyuubi.

 

The weird thing was, Naruto didn't look one bit intimidated. Normally he would be yelling at him, or trying to pick a fight, but all he did was smile that evil smile that looked foreign on the normally jovial ninja's face.

 

“Is that what you really want?” He placed a hand to his chin, as if contemplating something. “I did after all manage to see your little show.”

 

What an ass. Admittedly Naruto was normally an overly loud, overly bearing, and overly obnoxious jackass, but this was just unbearable! `Sexy, I want to seduce you,' Naruto really kind of made him want to beat his face in.

 

“Fuck off! So you caught me jacking off…big deal, I'm sure you probably stroke it like twelve times a day!”

 

Naruto gave a laugh, going once more to stand in front of the Uchiha. “You misunderstand me, Sasuke; It's not what you were doing…It's who you were thinking about while doing it.”

Black eyes widened in fear as his cheeks heated up to an unbearable level. He couldn't know…He couldn't possibly know about Itachi! However his fear soon turned to alarm when the blond reached out, ever so gently stroking his cheek. Without even thinking of the consequences, Sasuke slapped Naruto's hand away from him. “What do you think you're doing?”

 

Smirking, Naruto motioned over to the bed. “Receiving what I require to keep quiet…It is what you want, is it not?”

 

Growling, Sasuke grabbed the blond's shoulders and kneed him in the gut. Grunting Naruto bent over to hold his stomach, not seeing the look of pure fury that covered the Uchiha's face.

 

“You asshole! Did you really think I'd fool around with you?” Letting his eyes scan upwards, Naruto's blue met Sasuke's dark black and something seemed to click in the blond dobe's head.

 

“Forgive me, Sasuke.”

 

With those three words all the anger retreated from the Uchiha's features, only to be replaced by shock. He remembered…He remembered when Itachi used to flick him on the head when he never had time for him, and afterwards he would always say the same thing…

 

“…Itachi?” Sasuke asked carefully, scared about what the answer could be. The blond shinobi let a pleased smirk fall to his face, before vanishing in a cloud of smoke, only to be replaced by the oldest Uchiha.

 

“Very good, otouto…it appears you're not completely worthless after all.” Sasuke's shock soon faded at that cocky look on his brother's face, and the anger he had been directing at Naruto tripled when concerning his aniki.

 

“You fucking bastard! So what…have you been impersonating Naruto the entire time?” He thought back to when the blond had mocked him in the village. “Even in the village?”

 

Itachi was the kind of jackass who would do that! Smugness never leaving him, the older Uchiha calmly walked towards Sasuke's bed, taking a seat so that his younger brother was staring down at him.

 

“…No, the conversation you had with the kyuubi outside the Hokage's office was genuine. I noticed something there, and I had wanted to test it,” he said, as if doing so was the most normal thing in the world. Though that really didn't surprise him. Itachi had handled his explanation to killing off their clan the same way.

 

The thing Sasuke couldn't seem to figure out, was what, in his brother's twisted mind, needed to be tested between him and Naruto. He remembered Naruto's, or rather Itachi's, blackmail offer, and suddenly it all made sense. That. Bastard.

 

“You thought I wanted to sleep with him!” he half growled, half shrieked. How could he possibly think that he would want to sleep with anyone but… Sasuke stopped that thought before it even entered his mind. No, he would stick with, how could he think he would want to sleep with Naruto, instead.

 

Glaring pure hatred at his brother, who seemed to be trying to read his intentions from the bed, Sasuke spat out, “You're insane,” before turning his back, not being able to look his brother in the eye. He couldn't, not after what the bastard had just caught him doing.

 

“Perhaps,” Itachi stated. “But then again I'm not the one that wants to sleep with the person he despises the most.” Squeezing his eyes to once again hold back the wetness that was threatening to leak out of them, Sasuke spun in anger, immediately coming to his own defense.

 

“I don't!” But one look from Itachi quieted him, because really, he had seen his little `show' already, and after that, what was left to defend? His lip trembled as he could no longer hold back his tears. It seemed to burn as the unfamiliar wetness rolled down his cheeks, shaming him even more than he already was. “…I hate you,” he mumbled, cursing himself for the sniffle that followed. No one except Itachi was able to reduce him to such a quivering mess with one comment…He had always seemed to have that power over him.

 

“Pathetic.” Sasuke winced at the coldness in those words, and he once more saw the disappointment in his brother's eyes. He could honestly say that was what hurt the most.

 

“I HATE YOU!” Sasuke screamed, even more tears rolling down his cheeks with his outburst. He was sobbing by the time he sunk to his knees, limbs going every which way as he sulked in his own misery.

 

Sasuke heard his bed creak as the weight atop it shifted. A shadow loomed over him, but he refused to look up to see once more the disappointment and disgust in his brother's eyes. However, it seemed Itachi was not going to give him a choice.

 

The older Uchiha bent down, grabbing Sasuke's chin with his black nails and forced him to rise again to a standing position. Itachi bent forward, so that their lips barely grazed each other's.

 

“Prove it.” The grip on his chin tightened. “Prove your hatred for me, and you shall be rewarded.”

 

Itachi's lips left his own, before even giving him a kiss. The thing that pissed the shinobi off the most was that he was disappointed! Growling, Sasuke grabbed the kunai he kept in his back pocket, screaming as he plunged it through his nisan's neck, not all that surprised when the body that was supposed to be gushing blood shimmered and disappeared like a shadow.

 

“…Bastard,” Sasuke mumbled, letting the sharingan fill his eyes as he looked around for the real thing, and not just the imposter shadow clone.

 

“Very good, otouto,” Itachi stated, and Sasuke spun around just in time to see the bastard removing his cloak. Sasuke couldn't help but stare as the red and black cloak was dropped to the floor, leaving Itachi only in black pants and a tank top with fishnet underneath. His body was firmly built, and yet at the same time he appeared to be as slim as he was himself. When Itachi saw the younger Uchiha staring, he merely smirked in satisfaction. “Now, would you like your reward?”

 

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A.N- Hey! Look how quick I updated! (ducks out of the way of people waiting for her other fics) I was in the mood! So yeah this is a short chapter, but next one is going to yummy…(drools at just the thought) Thank you to my beta, and thank you for reading and I would love to see a review! Thanks so much for the ones I've received so far! Luv ya all!