Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ All-Girl's Sasuke ❯ I Want My Heart Broken Each Time I Fall In Love ( Chapter 12 )

Info: Another weird chapter! And it took me a long while to write, too... terribly sorry. u.u;; Very sorry. I'm glad for all of your reviews, though due to the shortage of time I have on the internet at the moment, I will not be able to answer them! SORRY!!!! -grovel- Forgive me! And this chapter... which is mostly Uchiha-based. Lots of Itachi and Sasuke memories (only two, really), and I know Itachi is extra weird. Can you blame me though? This is the way I wish he was!! -snivel- And Gaara is extra homicidal, and maybe a bit more himself... maybe. n.n;;; Enjoy!!

 

Warnings: This chapter seems... jumpy, and it's probably because I wrote a lot of it over a long length of time... so I suppose the only real warning here is that this chapter SUCKS.

 

Disclaimer- I don't own Naruto, and I don't think I know anyone who does own it, though I'm sure everyone surely wishes they did. Alas, Kishimoto-sama is the only true owner of Naruto and all his pals. Darn it...!

 

Edit- Apparently, a lot of you thought that this fic is over. WRONG! xD It's far from over (okay, not far...), and I still have to write more about what happens once Haku steps outside the dorm building's door! Sheesh... some people are just overdramatic... xDDD Read without fear, fellow Haku X Sasuke lovers. If there are any... which I think there are.... -shifty eyes-

 

Chapter 12 — I Want My Heart Broken Each Time I Fall In Love

 

-

 

About a week after their hospitalization, the two boys were able to return to St. Ruto's. Sakura had immediately run up to Sasuke, who ignored her and walked straight into the room, then settled on asking Haku what had happened, only gaining a small smile and a silent look in return as he also merely walked past her into the dorm. Obviously, neither cared for the girls to know, and silently thanked the teachers for not saying anything as well.

 

Sakura stood, slightly dismayed, outside the door for a few minutes after both bouts of cold shoulder, then proceeded to huffing back to her room intent on pummeling the answer out of Haku later. Inside the quiet dorm room, the natural homey warmth a welcoming thing after staring at white surroundings for several days on end, Haku fell backwards onto the bed with a sigh.

 

“I'm going to miss this bed...” he mumbled, Sasuke looking over at the boy at these words. They hadn't spoken to each other much since the day Haku decided to leave (At least not normally. It always ended in a fight.), and anytime Haku actually did say something, Sasuke couldn't help but listen.

 

“Then...” Haku knew what Sasuke was going to say. He'd said it in response to nearly everything Haku murmured. “Why don't you stay?”

 

Haku closed his eyes, partially in exasperation and partially to block out the rest of the room. “You know why. Stop acting so selfish.”

 

“I'm not acting selfish!” This was the way the argument always went. Haku knew Sasuke wanted him to stay. But the Uchiha always thought up another reason for the long-haired male to stay, in protest. He denied Haku's beliefs that he, Uchiha Sasuke, would miss him. “You are! You come here for what? Three to four weeks now? And you totally screw up my life and you just want to leave like that?!” Haku sat up now, staring heatedly at Sasuke.

 

“Your life was messed up before I came, Sasuke. I wasn't the one who nearly got us both killed! You were!!” Sasuke looked taken back at first, but returned his trademark glare at full force, approaching where Haku sat with anger.

 

“I was completely fine before you pranced along in your little schoolgirl guise,” Sasuke stated, Haku rising up from his bed to the challenge. They both stared eye to eye now, as Sasuke continued, “And I never.... meant that to happen.”

 

“Maybe not,” Haku began, guardedly, “but it did. And now Zabuza-san is in a lot more trouble than before!” He resisted striking Sasuke knowing it would do nothing good, though his dark eyes still flashed. “If anything, you're the one doing the screwing up!!”

 

Despite Haku's resistance to physical conflict, Sasuke gripped Haku harshly on the shoulders, pulling him close to his face until they were mere inches from each other.

 

“Why do you still defend him? Why him?!” And again, their arguments always led to Sasuke questioning Haku's loyalty to Zabuza. It seemed so pointless to him; the scars across Haku's chest were not going to fade away. And it seemed the boy's love for the man wouldn't either.

 

“You know why!” Haku reached up for Sasuke's wrists, willing to pull them away from him. He hesitated however, looking off to the side as his tone calmed. “You're the same as me... you know it all.”

 

Sasuke stared at Haku incredulously. “What? If I did, I wouldn't be asking you, idiot!” he replied. He soon found his left hand lifted off Haku's shoulder, the male before him examining the silver ring on his finger.

 

“Yes, you do,” said Haku. “This is proof.” He tapped the silver band, locking eyes with Sasuke. “Gaara doesn't seem very kind, either. If anything, he seems worse than Zabuza-san... so why do you continue to wear his ring... hm?”

 

“How did you kno—”

 

“When he pushed me in the hallway that day, I saw the same ring on his hand.” Haku smiled, the gesture seeming almost like admiration. “Matching pairs. It's like a sappy romance novel, minus the beautiful women.” Even Sasuke found himself performing an odd, lopsided smile to this, perhaps more out of embarrassment than amusement. Haku then eyed Sasuke with a familiar question in his eyes.

 

“You never answered. Why do you still wear his ring?” Sasuke tried to look away, but Haku brought his attention back with a glare.

 

“It's different. Gaara is not like that... that thing you love.”

 

“Oh, is it now?” snapped Haku, causing Sasuke to inwardly flinch at this rare tone. “What makes them so different? Is it because Gaara is the same age as us, hm? Because that's a horrid reason, really it is. Surely you can think of something better than that, Uchiha Sasuke.”

 

“Not that!” Sasuke wanted to rip away from Haku, the cross-dressing boy still keeping a grip on his left hand. He didn't however, and chose to stand strong. He wasn't afraid, not of Haku. Definitely not of Haku. “Gaara's just... different, is all.”

 

“Wow, you can't even describe him, he's so perfect?” Haku deridingly asked, raising a brow. “I'm touched.”

 

“He is! You've never even spoken to him! At least I've talked to Zabuza,” Sasuke remarked. “Zabuza's like the living dead. His words are so... hollow.”

 

“I've heard Gaara talk before. He's rude, that's what I can sum up from him,” Haku said in reply. “And he walks as if he's the most awesome being to have ever touched the earth. Though, you apparently don't disagree with that reasoning.”

 

“Oh shut up. I don't think that.”

 

Haku fake-gasped. “Oh, that's right! Of course, how could I have been so blind?! I forgot that you are the immaculate Golden Boy of the universe. Gosh, what has gotten into me?” He jabbed Sasuke in the chest with a finger, releasing the boy's wrists. “Oh yeah, YOU.”

 

“I already told you! We didn't do anything!” Sasuke knocked Haku's accusing hand away, offended that he would actually bring that back up again. “Why do you keep bringing that back up? You asked if I really didn't hate you, but it seems like you're the one who hates me.” It was only then that Haku noticed what looked like hidden hurt in Sasuke's somber eyes. “I've said I'm sorry over and over again... I hate apologizing. Especially over something that seems so utterly ridiculous.”

 

“You're right.” Sasuke blinked in confusion, as Haku lightly brought a hand up to his roommate's face. His palm touched the side of Sasuke's face with warmth, the pad of his thumb brushing against Sasuke's cheekbone. “Perhaps the one thing you do have in common with Zabuza-san.” Haku smiled, a reflective gaze in his eyes. “You both hate to admit you'd done something wrong...”

 

Time seemed to slow, as Haku's hand left his face and his arms instead pulled themselves around Sasuke. Gripping at the back of Sasuke's shirt, Haku brought his head against the other boy's neck, closing his eyes with the contact. Sasuke could feel the flutter of Haku's lashes against him, but couldn't find the will to move. He felt Haku's warm breath on his neck, and shut his eyes in the odd elation it wrought.

 

So familiar...

 

“I couldn't hate you if I tried,” Haku whispered, his lips brushing against smooth skin, “... Sasuke.”

 

“Nn...” Sasuke's hands soon found themselves traveling up Haku's back, reaching under the boy's white shirt slowly. Haku barely shuddered at the contact going up his spine and looked at Sasuke pleadingly. The Uchiha took this chance to touch Haku's lips with his own, as if asking for permission this time. What he heard wasn't what he'd been expecting though.

 

“No, Sasuke.” The spiky-haired teen tried again, thinking he heard wrong. “Stop.” He quickly realized he hadn't, however, as Haku turned his head away.

 

“What?”

 

“Don't ruin this,” Haku stated quietly, glancing back at the other male with a drained look. “We're having a moment. Don't ruin it.”

 

“Ruin? But I thought...” he trailed off, finding Haku's eyes welling up with tears again.

 

“Please. Or I couldn't say goodbye.” Haku laid his head against Sasuke's shoulder again. “Let's just stand like this... if only for a while.”

 

Sasuke complied silently. He could distinctly feel the tears soak through his shirt, brief as the saddened display was. And so they stood, Haku wrapped around Sasuke, whose arms now hung limply at his sides. It lasted for a good ten minutes. While the moment felt as though it could have easily lasted much, much longer, the digital clock on the dresser spoke otherwise.

 

-

 

“Why did you choose the one moment when those teachers were there?” Gaara questioned, curiously. “You could have easily taken Sasuke at any time. Especially since he was alone the rest of the week.”

 

Itachi half-shrugged from his place on the couch. The two (plus Zabuza, but he was currently out doing something somewhere else, it hardly mattered to Itachi or Gaara) were living in a small apartment near where St. Ruto's was located. It was ridiculous. The police were searching for them, no they had always been searching for them, and yet they couldn't figure out that the three were living so near to the main target. They had had several close calls before, but so far the three were able to get through their days without so much trouble.

 

The real question of the matter was, however, how these three came to be together. If there was anything they had in common, it was the fact that they were a small branch of a large group. A group that began as a small gang in a city, then grew to gigantic proportions, rivaling many others that tried to be similar to them. While most members were quite willing, others were half-forced. And then there were the ones who joined during a stupider time in their lives.

 

Itachi was that last option. Even Sasuke couldn't deny his brother was a bloody genius. But there was a time where being the best at everything put a stranglehold on Itachi's freedom. On what he wanted to do, not what his family thought he should. Truthfully, Itachi had always wanted to just be alone when he was younger. Whenever he found the perfect chance for silence, it would be broken by something `more important,' or his parents. Or his little brother.

 

Of course, he probably minded the latter the least. Sasuke... he used to be so bright and cute. He'd smile and say, “That's so awesome, Aniki! Can you teach me how to do that one day?” and Itachi would just smile back and reply, “Maybe.”

 

Maybe. Itachi's eyes were fixed on the TV, though he wasn't watching what was on the screen. If he hadn't wanted it so much... maybe Sasuke wouldn't hate him. But it was such a burden to keep up. To pretend he could be their doll, their perfect son. And Sasuke had been the only one to notice how much it troubled him.

 

And now what? Sasuke wanted him to die. Itachi had sent Gaara to Sasuke three years earlier, under the guise of other reasons, to perhaps coax Sasuke back into not hating him so much. When Gaara finally returned, Itachi found that all his stunt had done was make Sasuke despise him even more, and Gaara... well, Gaara certainly wasn't quite the same.

 

It was a bit too late to regret doing anything now, though. Unless Gaara or Zabuza turn out to be necromancers, there was no way Itachi could bring back his parents. Of course, even if he could would either of them forgive him? Sasuke would probably run screaming in terror, too....

 

But now Itachi was just thinking too literally. Suppressing the urge to shake his head of these thoughts, knowing it would more than likely cause Gaara to glare at him oddly, Itachi instead went for closing his eyes peacefully. He could still see his little brother's utter expression of shock when he caught his `Aniki' in the moment of murder. The fear that had paralyzed him, forcing him to continue to watch as Itachi had slid their mother off of the knife. The sheer disbelief as they locked eyes, several years' worth of memories slipping away under this one act of desperation.

 

Was it worth it?

 

--

 

Finally, alone. Itachi sat against the trunk of his favorite tree, his eyes closed in thoughtfulness, one arm across his lap while the other carelessly picked blades of grass. He knew someone would eventually come and ask for him to do something, but until then silence. Itachi could feel his lips twitch upwards in a rare smile. He used to smile all the time, but now it wasn't so often. Nowadays, stress was the one thing etching at him.

 

He hoped the summer day would erase it all. Maybe he could pretend he didn't know something, for once? And let it all go downhill from there? Perhaps... though it certainly would not suit him. And his father might give him that look again...

 

“Aniki!” Itachi turned his head at the voice, tiredly. Sasuke came bounding up to him, grinning madly as if he knew a secret. Little brothers always liked to think they were so clever when it came to surprises, it seemed.

 

“Hn, Sasuke?” Itachi asked once the younger boy fell to his knees beside him. Sasuke held out his hands, which Itachi noticed seemed to be holding something within them.

 

“Look, it's so hairy,” Sasuke murmured, revealing the hidden creature in his grasp. A caterpillar, the long fur on it white with smaller grey hairs in between was crawling around in his cupped hands. “Isn't it?”

 

Itachi couldn't help but notice himself grinning along with his brother. “Yes.” But then another thought struck him just as quickly, as he added with a stern tone, “Put that down.”

 

Sasuke immediately did the opposite and brought the caterpillar closer to his body, looking up at his brother in confusion. “Why? It's not hurting m—”

 

“Put it down,” Itachi said again, before being answered with a look of defiance from the younger Uchiha. “It might be poisonous.”

 

“No,” Sasuke said, firmly. Itachi had reason to believe that Sasuke was arguing just for the sake of arguing.

 

“Sasuke...” His words were laced with warning for his little brother. “For all you know, it could be laying its eggs in your hands right now. And then, when you wake up, you'll start to itch because its larvae are crawling around inside your body,” Itachi lied, going for the scare tactic.

 

It worked, as Sasuke flinched and tossed the hairy worm behind him. The thing landed harmlessly on soft dirt before crawling away to safety. Itachi nearly congratulated himself, until he saw that his ploy worked too well.

 

“Aniki!” Sasuke moaned, grabbing onto his brother. “I'm gonna die...!!” He stifled any further wailing with Itachi's shirt, the elder sibling just as quickly feeling guilty.

 

“N-no, I was kidding. Really, Sasuke, you aren't going to die!” He looked around warily, hoping their parents wouldn't hear. “Stop crying, I was kidding. Sasuke!”

 

“No, you weren't!” Sasuke glared up at him crossly, with dewy eyes.

 

“I was, I was!”

 

Pouting, the smaller boy pushed away and turned in the opposite direction, away from Itachi. “Why?”

 

“You wouldn't listen to me,” Itachi explained, Sasuke looking back at him with a disbelieving frown. “Besides, caterpillars are only babies, themselves. They couldn't lay eggs anywhere if they wanted to.” Sasuke still refused to turn back around fully.

 

“Hn,” Itachi sighed. “Won't you forgive me?” Quiet followed, but Itachi could see that Sasuke seemed to be considering something.

 

“Fine,” he finally said, whirling around to face his older brother with his grin from earlier. “But only if you...” he paused to mull over a `consequence' for Itachi, “... only if you get me ice cream.”

 

“Itachi smirked. “Good, because I was going to do that anyway.” He stood gracefully, Sasuke following the action while also trying to mimic Itachi in the same cool fashion.

 

“Don't forget!” Sasuke chided, after having to catch his balance on his brother from his failed attempt at mimicking. He gave Itachi an appraising look. “Or I'll never forgive you.”

 

“Fine.” His hand found Sasuke's and they clasped immediately with the contact.

 

“Aniki...” Sasuke barely said, and Itachi glanced down to find the boy staring at the grass.

 

“Hm?”

 

Sasuke looked up and smiled. “I love you, Aniki.”

 

“Yeah... I know.”

 

--

 

“Itachi.” The voice trailed into his mind, but was ignored for the most part as Itachi turned over in his place. Gaara's glare narrowed at his being ignored. “Get up.” His tone turned as sharp as a knife as he resisted the urge to juct kick the older Uchiha off.

 

Just a few minutes before, Gaara had sat down on the couch indifferently, only to have Itachi's sleeping form slump over against him. If Gaara had been anyone else, this would've registered an insane, full-force, blushing attack. However, being who he was, Gaara chose to disregard Itachi's contact... that was, until the older male was soon found practically lounging across Gaara's lap.

 

“Dammit, get up,” he angrily demanded again, willing himself not to show anything other than loathing. Itachi finally stirred, much to his still-guarded relief. Blinking his eyes open, Itachi looked up at the irate redhead whose personal space he was invading.

 

“Hn...” Itachi groaned as he sat up, though now he encircled one arm around Gaara, if only to merely irk the boy further.

 

“Gaara-kun...” he mockingly crooned, his face now dangerously close to the annoyed boy's own. “I know I almost mirror Sasuke, but did you really get embarrassed?”

 

“No, and shut up.” At this sign of Gaara's obvious displeasure, Itachi's sadistic smile seemed to widen.

 

“You know... in all these three years since what `supposedly' happened between you and my brother, you've never told me something,” Itachi said, Gaara's glare now shooting invisible, poison-tipped daggers at the mention.

 

“Told you what?” This was more of a warning than a question, as if he was just daring Itachi to continue.

 

Itachi did. “So... how many times did you bang him?”

 

--

 

The soft sound of the paper against his fingers resounded as he turned the page, thoroughly engrossed in the words that lay before him in the paperback he held. He was the one currently traversing across a desert to find the one he loved, not Uchiha Itachi who was actually sitting below his favorite tree once more. The sky was beginning to reflect orange rays on the pages, slowly counting down until the sun would completely disappear. Still, Itachi did not notice. He was still walking through thick sand in his mind, trudging forward despite the yellow grains zipping past his face in the desert wind. This image was broken only when a voice came clearly above his head.

 

“Aniki!” Snapped from the distant, imagined world in surprise, Itachi looked up dazedly at his sibling. The boy stared back down anxiously. “Aniki...” he repeated, when he finally got Itachi's attention.

 

“What?” His eyes narrowed, as his mind became clearer after its travels through page upon page. “And what are you doing up there?”

 

Sasuke gave him an awkward smile. “Um... I climbed.” He blinked, as the look on Itachi's face clearly stated, `Obviously.'

 

“So what do you want me to do about it?” Itachi nearly turned back around to get back to reading when Sasuke made him turn around again.

 

“Help me...” Sasuke barely said, as if ashamed to ask his older brother for help. Itachi glared back up at him. The younger boy was in one of those weird phases where he liked to do the most insane, stupid things just to prove he could do it without his brother's help, and now he was, obviously, stuck.

 

“Help yourself,” Itachi brushed him off, Sasuke staring at him wide-eyed in surprise. “Mom told you not to climb trees anymore, especially after what happened last time, and now look!”

 

“No, get me down!” Sasuke began sounding a tad panicked, before adding in a warning tone, “Do it or... or I'll jump down.”

 

Itachi instantly gave him a look that said, `I dare you.' He knew Sasuke wouldn't. The kid acted tough, but when it all came down to it—

 

“Sasuke, no!” He stood only to land back on the ground just as quickly, only with a kid sprawled across his chest.

 

“A-aniki...?” Sasuke looked down at Itachi almost apologetically, seeing the elder Uchiha lying motionless beneath him. “Are you okay?” He crawled off his sibling, expecting a death threat soon after, but nothing came. Something seemed wrong with this... this stillness. He nudged the boy's chest with a hand. “Aniki? Wake up....” He tapped Itachi's chest a few more times, before becoming fully frantic. “Aniki!!” Wrapping his arms around his brother's neck, Sasuke pulled him up, withholding any urge to sob into Itachi's hair.

 

“Aniki, don't die! Please don't be dead!!” he cried, shaking his unmoving brother. “Please! I'm sorry; I won't climb any more trees!” He held Itachi's face close against his, the soft wisps of dark hair soon entangled in his fingers. But then a soft caress of lips against his cheek quickly stopped the sobbing.

 

“You promise?”

 

Surprised, Sasuke's arms gave out on him and Itachi as the latter found his head contacting with the grass once more. Sasuke blinked in confusion, speechless as his brother stared back up at him with a glare.

 

“Oh... s-sorry,” Sasuke quickly said, before realizing what had just happened. “Wait... hey, you were pretending to be dead! And... and you kissed me!!” He scooted away from Itachi at those words, as the older boy looked back at him in slight amusement.

 

“I know, aren't I great?” Itachi grinned, sitting up before rubbing at the back of his head to clear away the grass and leaves.

 

“No, you're sick!” Sasuke replied, angrily. It hadn't been the first time Itachi had snuck one of those gestures on him, but it had been a long time since the last one. Sasuke was more than too old for that, surely! “Brothers don't kiss, only girls do.”

 

One of Itachi's eyebrows rose with that statement, aware that his brother's words were running on nothing but what the boy thought to be manliness and masculinity. “Hm. I suppose you're right.” An odd smile overcame his features, as his eyes looked upwards toward the purple streaked sky. The smile quickly faded, however, as another expression took over, his words echoing its hollowness. “I am sick.”

 

“Aniki...” Sasuke had a strange feeling of disconcertment. “Um... I don't mind. You can kiss me all you want.” Itachi turned on him with a narrowed stare, causing him to add, “As long as no one sees.”

 

“Oh... really...?” Sasuke recoiled at that tone. He knew what was coming, but nodded anyway, hoping to maybe be spared from the impending attack. Itachi smirked. “As in... even now?” A hand quickly reached around Sasuke's neck as he pulled the younger boy close, his lips stopping just short of Sasuke's forehead. He could feel his brother flinch in the close contact.

 

“Sasuke.”

 

The youngest Uchiha peeked up. “Hn?” A soft brush of skin against skin occurred once more, only it was between both boys' lips this time. Sasuke's eyes widened considerably. “An...iki....!”

 

Itachi didn't even grin. He merely stood, leaving his startled brother sitting on the grass, and retrieved his book from a few feet away. Apparently, he'd thrown it aside carelessly when Sasuke jumped from the tree, and a couple pages were now bent. Ignoring this, Itachi turned back to the very surprised little Uchiha still planted on the ground. He opened his mouth to say something when their mother's voice echoed from the house.

 

“Sasuke! Itachi!! It's dark, come home!” Itachi sighed as Sasuke slowly stood and followed behind him.

 

“Sasuke,” he said, to get the child's attention.

 

“...yes?”

 

“Don't tell anyone.”

 

“...okay.”

 

--

 

Sasuke bolted upright, his black hair plastered to his head in sweat. It was almost winter, and he was burning hot. The newly risen sun seeped in under the curtains, as Sasuke clenched his hands around the edges of his soaked blankets.

 

“...dammit!!” he cursed, slamming the bed with both hands.

 

The washroom door opened at that moment, revealing a shirtless Haku with a pair of blue, snowflake-print boxers on, towel-drying his long hair. The X-shaped scar across his chest was colored silver against his pale skin, as Haku looked at Sasuke in curiosity.

 

“Are you the only person who wakes up cursing?” he questioned, ignoring the glare he gained in reply. Haku smirked. “So... what does your `aniki' look like?”

 

Sasuke looked away, appearing to have found the chair in the corner of the room to be suddenly interesting. Haku blinked.

 

“Was it... er, Itachi, I think his name was?” he tried again, rephrasing his question. Sasuke nodded this time, vaguely remembering his last encounter with his older brother, back at the hospital over a week before.

 

It happened nearly every night, even before the meeting with Itachi; Sasuke would have odd memories of him and his brother, ones that he used to have considered maybe... happy memories. Now that he thought of them, some made him sick. He could barely believe there was a time before when he would've actually cried if Itachi had died.

 

“He's part of Zabuza-san's group... isn't he?” Haku finally asked.

 

“Yeah,” Sasuke paused, before looking back up at Haku. “You're leaving today, aren't you?” The other boy nodded in reply, his expression turning somber at the mention. Haku sat down beside Sasuke on the Uchiha's bed, Sasuke tempted to shrink away from the half-dressed male. Drops of water trickled down the ends of Haku's hair, soaking into the white blankets as quickly as they'd fallen.

 

“Hey...” Sasuke glared at Haku suspiciously. A familiar, almost-flowery scent seemed to be drifting from Haku's hair. “... you used my shampoo.”

 

The other teen grinned, apologetically. “Sorry. I packed everything last night and I knew I'd forget something if I put it out of place... so I just used your stuff.”

 

“Tch.” Sasuke turned away, glaring at the wall as if he cared whether or not Haku used his shampoo.

 

Haku rolled his eyes before standing, walking to the folded clothes on his dresser. “You're such a melodramatic little boy,” he said, shooting Sasuke an unresponsive smirk as the Uchiha stared heatedly at him with a passion. “I'm glad I won't be here to watch Ribbon Heart. You'll probably make the poor girl playing the opposite cry.”

 

“You didn't cry.”

 

“That, Uchiha-kun, is because I am not a weak-hearted girl vying for your undying attention,” Haku answered. Sasuke shrugged, a fleeting break in his stoic attitude appearing.

 

“Could have fooled me.” Now it was Haku's turn to glare, as the ends of Sasuke's lips twitched upwards at the reaction. And then the glaring disappeared, as Haku found his own response with a sly look.

 

“Perhaps, save for the fact I already have your undying attention.”

 

“Touché.” Haku grinned at the remark, as Sasuke stared nonchalantly at him. Before long, Haku was wearing one of the non-school outfits he'd brought. There were weekends, after all, so he had known he would have to get things for then. Sasuke eyed him warily, however, as Haku proceeded to brushing his hair.

 

“Are those... chick pants?” Sasuke asked, rather curtly. Haku nodded, ignoring the term he'd used. There was quite a long pause before Sasuke added, “How do you get into them?!”

 

Haku looked at him with a raised brow. “It's... not that hard....” he replied slowly, as if Sasuke was slow on the uptake. “They're just pants.”

 

“Yeah but...” he stopped, realizing it was futile to argue such a matter with Haku, of all people. “You know what? Never mind.”

 

The cross-dressing boy then tossed his brush into his bag, zipping it up carelessly. “If that's it then... I suppose I'll leave now.” Sasuke looked up at him from his spot on his bed, knowing better than to ask the question he'd been asking all week.

 

“Why are you leaving?”

 

Same question, same answer, after all. Haku pulled his bag up, carrying it to the door, before stopping.

 

“... so, one last hug, maybe?” he asked, Sasuke pretending to not really care as he grudgingly slipped out from under his covers, crossing the room to Haku. They didn't touch when he got there, though. Just stared.

 

Sasuke could see himself reflected in Haku's dark eyes, and something nudged at him from inside, saying he didn't want to see the male before him leave. He had ignored that prodding emotion inside for a long time now, but at the moment, it seemed to stab at him harder with each passing second. Was he really going to miss Haku? Or was this just something else entirely...?

 

“Wait...” Sasuke finally said, backing away slowly. Haku watched him, nonplussed. “Wait right there.” He turned and walked to his dresser-drawers, opening the last one swiftly. Sasuke sifted through the contents until he came upon a dark blue box, opening the thing as soon as he touched it. Haku saw a thick strand of silver be pulled out of the container, Sasuke cupping it before replacing the box and closing the drawer.

 

“What...?”

 

“Wear this,” Sasuke stated simply, returning with the chain in hand.

 

“Why?” Haku stared at the simple chain inquiringly, wondering the odd demand. “There's nothing on it.”

 

“Wait a second.” At these words, Sasuke unclasped the chain, before slipping something onto it. He reached around Haku's neck with the chain and object before the cross-dresser could even see what the mystery item was. But as soon as the Uchiha pulled away, he saw the line of blue and white flashes echoing the low morning light from the window so far away.

 

“Ah... but this is....” he looked up at Sasuke to confirm his suspicions. Sasuke nodded, not meeting his eyes. One of Haku's hands pulled itself around the silver ring, to further answer his question. It was. Sasuke was giving him his ring.

 

“But... why?” Haku asked, looking up at Sasuke at an angle in an attempt to lock eyes with him. It didn't work, however, as Sasuke turned away.

 

“Just keep it. I don't need it, and...,” he hesitated, turning around completely while crossing his arms defensively, “... maybe now you won't forget me.”

 

Haku felt something strange creep itself up his spine, and he shivered. “Sasuke...”

 

“Whatever. Go, before tackle you and chain you to the bed,” Sasuke murmured, Haku nodding and opening the door behind him.

 

“Thank you, Sasuke.” As the door quietly closed itself, Sasuke looked back around at where Haku had been standing. A scary sense of nostalgia drifted over him as he stared at the shut door, half-expecting Haku to burst back in with some random, witty remark about how stupid Sasuke was to believe he'd leave. But, the door remained closed. Even when several minutes passed, nothing changed. And that was when the nostalgia was replaced with an unsettling cold.

 

He's gone...

 

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After notes: There were some weird fluffy scenes between these two, ne? Myeh... I still don't think Sasuke is right, but if you guys like him (or are just used to his weirdness! XDD), I won't suddenly change him. However, for the prequel, he SHOULD be a lot more normal. Why? Well... the main reason why he's so weird here is because of Gaara... and well, you'll see what I mean when I write the prequel. As far as sequels go... I doubt there will be one. In fact, there will probably not be one. u.u;; I'm sorry, I just don't know how that would go about. Sheesh... there would probably be a lot of snogging but... eh... I'm already doing a LOT of snogging scenes in the Gaara X Sasuke one so... will you be happy then?

 

Review, whether you liked it or not. Tell me the ups and downs! I want to know! xD