Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Annoying People [ Sasuke x Temari ] ❯ Shut Up Already ( Chapter 9 )

AUTHORS NOTES:

This will be a chapter where Sasuke is as OUT OF CHARACTER as possible. xD Sorryyyy! It's for the jist of the story. Also, this might be the crappiest chapter ever. I might edit it later. I just really wanted to finish it to start the next one. =] Chapter 10 will be the best chapter ever. I'm really excited to start it. Well--Enjoy. R&R?

 

**All of my writing is in the MediaMiner.org format. When it's uploaded onto Fanfiction.net, the context might get a bit screwed up.

 

 

 

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Chapter Nine: Shut Up Already

 

Silence. That was all there was, silence.

“…”

“…”

 

Sasuke glared at everything, stomped with every step, and slammed every door and window. His jaw was set, and he was in a rather snappish mood that day.

 

Temari looked over the book she was reading to toss a dirty look at Sasuke. There were words bubbling in the back on her throat, just waiting for her mouth to open. But she kept it shut and chewed on her inner cheek annoyedly.

 

“…”

“…”

 

There was tension, electricity in the air, as if the smallest disturbance would offset the time bomb and outbreak another argument.

 

The two hadn't spoken to each other for a day and a half, since Sasuke's shouting incident. (Heh. They're both stubborn, huh?)

 

The little shitty moron. Who's he to tell me what to do?! What the hell did he mean by that anyway? If he's so cool and clever, why doesn't he protect himself? Oh, right, it's because his own village deemed him too FUCKING WEAK and needed to hire an outside ninja from another BLOODY COUNTRY to baby sit him all day!!

 

Temari flipped the pages of her book rather violently, nearly tearing them right out of the binding. She mentally cursed Sasuke, and reminisced stabbing him with a kunai and beating him to death with her fan.

 

Damn jackass pretty boy…

 

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Sasuke slammed open and closed the kitchen cabinets, vaguely remembering what he was looking for. It didn't matter. He started going through the drawers, shuffling through the contents wildly.

 

Selfish little brat. She's such a flirtatious slut! She must think she's wonderful. Oh, look at me, I'm Temari! I'm a princess! Crap crap, shit shit, HELL, FUCK ASS JUNK! Acting as if she hadn't a care in the world. She's so GODDAMN NAÏVE!

 

Sasuke glared at the set of kitchen knives before him. He would stab Temari and snap her neck in half, then throw her to the fucking dogs to shred her into little bloody pieces.

(They're both rather violent people, huh?)

 

“…”

“…”

 

Stupid Temari. Stupid woman. Stupid Shikamaru. Stupid…me…

 

Sasuke trudged himself towards his room, clicking the door shut behind him. He slumped against the wall and tilted his head back, closing his eyes while he silently cursed himself.

 

Stupid me…stupid, stupid, stupid! Why the hell did I act like that?! Why did I say that?! That's so…

Unlike me.

 

I acted like an overdramatic ass.

And now she hates me.

 

Sasuke chuckled bitterly to himself.

Hah. Stupid. Haha.

 

He crept quietly to the other side of his bedroom, setting himself on the foot of his bed. Sasuke heard the television being turned on in the other room. He narrowed his eyes at the door and let himself fall back onto the bed. His shaggy dark hair lay around his face. Sasuke quietly reminded himself that he should probably get a haircut. He stretched his arms to either side of his head. Closing his eyes, Sasuke exhaled a long breath.

 

You sure made a mess of things Uchiha. First Itachi, now this. Hah. You're such a moron.

 

Sasuke squeezed his eyes together until he saw white spots flashing. He lifted his arms so that it covered his eyes.

 

You'd better fix this.

 

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Temari flipped the channels of the television with the small black remote she had in her left hand. Her rand hand rested on the arm of the couch, the rest of her body strewn around.

 

It was about 10:30 PM. Outside was pitch black, aside from the occasional lights of someone walking by with a lantern. Cicadas and crickets chirped loudly, and they could be heard from even the inside.

 

The phone was nestled under Temari's arm. The whole day while they had been ignoring each other, Temari had taken the liberty of answering all of Sasuke's fan girls' calls, making a few calls of her own back to her friends in the Sand Village.

 

Temari popped a chewy candy into her mouth.

 

Hope Sasuke doesn't mind long distance calls.

 

Temari frowned a little.

 

He's been moping in his room for a long time.

 

Something nagged on Temari's mind, but she just shrugged it away and changed the channels again, chewing on her candy.

 

Click.

Trudge.

Trudge.

Trudge.

Open.

Shuffle shuffle.

Pour. Slosh.

Trudge.

Trudge.

 

Temari looked up at the figure in the doorway.

“Oh.”

 

Sasuke trudged over to the arm chair a little away from Temari's. Oh, did he look like a poor sight. His raven colored hair was a ruffled mess, and his eyes were droopy and half lidded. He seemed to be sagging in the chair.

 

“…”

“…”

 

In Sasuke's left hand he gripped a glass of milk tensely, while he was busy shoving Pocky into his mouth with his right. Temari had never seen a sorrier sight. She stared at him, mouth slightly open. She even forgot that she was supposed to hate his guts.

 

Sasuke glared at the television, still continuously stuffing himself with chocolate Pocky.

“Where's the remote?” he grumbled, never taking his eyes off the television.

 

Temari closed her mouth and recomposed herself.

“Here.” She mumbled, tossing the remote to him. I hope it hits him on the head.

 

Unfortunately for Temari though, Sasuke caught it with ease with one hand. He slouched even further into the chair and started flipping the channels himself.

 

“You have bad taste.”

 

Temari glared at him. She threw a candy from the large bowl. It hit Sasuke's head with a little “boink.”

 

“Shut the hell up.”

 

Sasuke continued the incessant clicking. He opened another box of Pocky.

Temari grabbed a random magazine from the pile and opened it, eyes going over the words but not really reading it.

 

It was just that awkward, tense silence again.

 

Sasuke turned his glare to the side at Temari. She twitched involuntarily. Damn, his stare is scary. He held out a stick of Pocky, wagging it around a little. Temari frowned annoyedly and glared at it. Sasuke smirked.

 

“Want it?”

 

Temari wanted to stick out her tongue out and smirk, but her stubbornness told her not to. She just shrugged, trying to look angry. Wasn't working dude.

 

Sasuke sighed and looked back at the television. Temari went back to the magazine.

 

“…”

“…”

 

“…Sorry.”

 

Temari looked up.

 

Sasuke continued shoving Pocky into his mouth and staring at the screen.

 

“What?”

“Sorry.”

 

“…”

Sasuke sighed and rubbed his neck distractedly.

“I'm sorry for going off like that. Dunno what I was saying.” He mumbled.

 

Temari blinked and tilted her head slightly, eyes narrowing. He was really apologizing?

Sasuke rubbed his neck faster now. He looked really flustered.

 

Temari smirked and laughed.

“Aww, Sasuke-chan, you're all hot and bothered now!”

 

He scowled and scooted away. Temari just laughed again. She reached over for some Pocky. Sasuke swatted her hand away.

“You said you didn't want any.”

Temari pouted.

“But NOW I want some…”

Sasuke swatted her hand again.

“No.”

“Sasuke-chan, you're meaaaan!”

 

Sasuke smirked and waggled a stick in front of her. Temari lunged after it and they were both catapulted off the armchair wrestling for the box.

 

“GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!”

 

Hee hee. I'm glad it's alright again.