Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Competition ❯ : In all the crud that�fs going on�c!! ( Chapter 9 )

Disclaimer: May not own Naruto but I sure own this fic.

 

“…” Talking

 

… Italic; thinking

 

Chapter 9: In all the crud that's going on…!!

 

A/N: Sorry! Sorry! So sorry! Please, forgive! This chapter was just extremely hard to write. But…anyways, here ya go. Enjoy and review.

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Ino continued to smile at him. She really was…quite beautiful when she was smiling…

 

Naruto shook his head directing a heavy leer at her. He couldn't tell if she was joking or being serious. His nose was only useful against smells so that was pretty much shit right now. But something about this sudden burst of kindness just wasn't right. This had to be a joke and he'd be damned if he was about to fall for it like so many times before.

 

“Ha ha guys, very funny,” he said sneering. “I suppose when I was knocked out that's when you came up with this plan, am I right? `Oh! Let's play one over on ol' Naruto! He won't mind! He doesn't care! He should be used to it now right?' Is that what you did?”

 

Both Ino and Sakura looked shot. After all they had been through it shocked them how he could think that.

 

“No! We didn't!” Ino protested shaking her head. “With it raining and your gimp leg we only figured—”

 

“You figured what exactly?” Naruto interrupted tilting his head to the side.

 

Ino rolled her eyes patiently. “You'd know if you let me fin—”

 

Naruto wasn't about to let her finish. “Just because I've got a bum leg doesn't mean I'm handicapped!” he shouted smacking said limb to let them know it didn't hurt. He immediately regretted that. Blood poured out of the almost healed wound and flowed down his leg over his foot. Somehow, he managed to suppress the agonizing scream that had risen up inside him so only a tiny growl escaped his pursed lips.

 

“No, of course it doesn't,” said Sakura frowning at the noise as Ino moved to tighten his wraps. “We were only saying that maybe you'd like to stay here tonight.”

 

Naruto rolled his eyes edgily. “Sakura, Sakura, Sakura…do you know whose house we're in? Pretty-boy Sasuke's that's who! Do you honestly think he'll let me stay in—?”

 

Now it was Ino's turn to cut in. “Do you think you'd—we'd—be here right now, in his house if we hadn't asked? He already said it was alright.”

 

Naruto dug into his ears with his pinky and unearthed a glob of yellow wax that made the girls shudder with disgust. “Damn.” He flicked it off and said, “I'm sorry. Due to that enormous bit of gold, I didn't hear you straight. Say again?”

 

“He should be rich with that,” Sakura mumbled shivering.

 

Still eyeing Naruto's ears in mingled amazement and disgust Ino said, “We already asked Sasuke. He, uh, said it was okay…just as long as you weren't so annoying. He said he wouldn't hesitate to throw your handicapped ass out.”

 

Now Naruto looked shocked. “That little faggot! He's just lookin' for an excuse to touch my ass, isn't he?”

 

The girls exchanged glances not knowing what to say. Sakura gave Ino a look that read, “How'd he get that from what we said?” Ino shrugged.

 

Almost as if waiting for Naruto to say something stupid like that Sasuke's voice came drifting from under the door. “You'd like that, wouldn't you?” he said, his tone in a determined calm.

 

“You'd want me to like that, wouldn't you, you yuck-mouthed, butt-buster!” Naruto yelled shaking his fist at the door as if Sasuke could see it.

 

I can't tell if that hate each other or like each other, thought Ino crossing her arms.

 

“Don't you go projecting your little sexual fantasies on me!” exclaimed Sasuke, all placidity in his voice abandoned. “You can stay in that closet by your damn self!”

 

“Grrrr…screw you!”

 

“You can wish all you like but it's not going to happen!” shrieked Sasuke.

 

Taking a few seconds to think up another comeback Naruto opened his mouth when a sound like splashing water drowned out his violent retort. What in the…hell? Naruto thought. There was a moment's silence as a he, Ino, and Sakura looked around for a busted water pipe or something.

 

“You freak…,” muttered Naruto moments later. He was eyeing Sakura who was gawking longingly at the bathroom door. “You are a numero uno freak. That's disgusting.”

 

Sakura ignored him, sighing deeply at being so close yet so far away from her prize. I've never been so close to him before but…at the same time I'm nowhere near him.

 

Naruto shook his head as another rush of water was heard then Sasuke walked out with a slightly relaxed look upon his face.

 

“Dude! Gross!” yelled Naruto before Sasuke could even get out the doorway.

 

Looking puzzled, and going against his better judgment, Sasuke had to ask. “What? What's gross?”

 

“Who the hell do you know piddles so loud?!”

 

Sasuke snorted. Yeah, just another stupid observation by fox eyes. “Why were you listening so hard?”

 

A light shade of pink edged into Naruto's cheeks. “I didn't choose to listen hard! It was like you were standing right next to me doing it!”

 

“Pretty homo-ish sounding if you ask me,” said Sasuke reaching into a drawer in his nightstand next to the bed.

 

“You're one to talk Mr. Uke,” Naruto reminded grinning as Sasuke pulled out his Konoha headband. “Oh, thanks. I almost forgot about th—uff!” He saw a flash of metal, experienced a pulse-pounding headache, and hit the ground all in the same frame. That bastard hit me with my own damn headband, he thought struggling to get his knees.

 

“There ya go,” Sasuke said calmly.

 

Naruto sat up, shook his head, and then snatched the headband from Sasuke fastening it around his head. A bruise was visible on his cheek. He now had two bruises, one on each side of his face. “Thanks,” he said flashing Sasuke a psychotic smile. “That mark will go just o-so perfectly with the other bruise I got from Kankuro. You remember Kankuro, don't you? The big, hulky, puppet carrying sand freak who handed you your ass on a silver platter? Yes, that Kankuro.”

 

Sasuke stared, clenching and unclenching his hands. His voice shook slightly with anger. “Y-yeah…I r-remember.”

 

“Sasuke! Naruto has enough injuries without you adding to them!” Ino shouted putting her hands on her hips.

 

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, eyeing her waist. For a hot second he remained silent then he shoved Naruto off the bed climbed in, grabbed the remote, and flipped on the TV.

 

“I…spotted a…mosquito,” he said putting his hand behind his head while using the other one to flip through channels with the remote. “I was doing him a favor. Wouldn't want him to catch some sort of disease.”

 

Ino rolled her eyes sighing. “That has to be the lamest excuse I've ever heard! Of all the people not even Naruto would say that!” she raged. Sakura, far from agreeing within earshot of her perfect Sasuke, merely nodded once after checking that he wasn't looking in her direction.

 

Sasuke glared at her for a second before reaching over snatching off Naruto's headband as he picked himself up off the floor.

 

“Hey!” Naruto yelled pulling himself up. “Give that back, you prick!”

 

Sasuke held it up to the light. What looked a like a red drop of paint was actually a crushed and very twitchy mosquito. The blood it had sucked from Naruto was oozing out of its front.

 

Ino opened her mouth to saw something to this but no words came out. She tried again but silence proceeded. She looked like a fish out of water. Sakura stared as well.

 

“Ya know, I'm hungry for some seafood all of a sudden,” Naruto said staring hungrily at Ino. That remark was soundly ignored.

 

“Well you didn't need to hit him so hard,” she said grinning as she found something to say about it.

 

“Took you long enough,” Sasuke snorted as he put the channel on Adult swim. It had been on for like eleven minutes and Family Guy was airing. He was still pretty pissed at her for choosing Naruto over himself. He just couldn't understand it. What did Naruto have that he didn't? He turned to the dirty blonde haired boy sitting next to him. He was giggling uncontrollably at the show on TV.

 

“Man! I don't care what anybody says! Family Guy is hoo-larious!” he laughed clutching his trembling sides.

 

They came in after the commercial ended and saw Peter and Louis run into an old rundown apartment to find a fossilized haggard prostitute sitting on their bed smoking.

 

On TV

 

“Oh my God, Peter! There's a prostitute on the bed!” Louis yelled.

 

The prostitute looked up finally noticing them. “Hi!”

 

Peter grabs his wife staring at the prostitute. “Don't panic Louis and keep still. Their kinds is based on sight. As long as we don't move she won't see us.”

 

Louis looked at her husband exasperatedly. “Peter! That has got to the stupidest thing I have ever—”

 

Peter slapped a hand over her mouth while narrowing his eyes at the woman on their bed. They stand completely still.

 

After a few seconds, the prostitute starts looking around. “Where'd ja go?”

 

Naruto's bright pink cheeks puffed out to the point of popping as he bit his quivering bottom lip to keep from laughing. He was wringing the front of his parka in his tightly balled up hands struggling not to explode from the build up.

 

Unfortunately, it happened to be a Family Guy marathon and on the next episode, Naruto lost it.

 

No one could hear the sound over Naruto's outrageous laughing. It was a good thing they had already seen the episode so they didn't miss much. It was when Peter was proven to be mentally retarded and loses his kids when he puts his wife in the hospital for pouring hot grease on her.

 

The only part they heard was Peter counting the prostitutes in a goofy childish fashion with numbers appearing over their heads and when Cleveland told Peter to get out of his house and take five of the seven brought prostitutes with him. They only heard those parts because even Naruto had to stop to breathe.

 

Naruto was absolutely bawling. His face was bright shade of red as he laughed louder and harder. Sasuke turned his attention away from him to the can in his hand. It had about three cracks in it. He blinked unbelieving at it.

 

“How in the hell can a voice crack tin foil?” Sasuke yelled at Naruto while scooping up some paper towels from the dresser.

 

Naruto stopped laughing for a second to stare at Sasuke who was wrapping his soda can in towels. A grin appeared on his face as a thin line of Mountain Dew squirted through one of the slits tagging Sasuke right in the eye. His grin started twitching as Sasuke grunted in pain dabbing at his red eye.

 

On TV, Peter once again said “Seven prostitutes.”

 

Naruto blew a raspberry and continued laughing. He started pounding the bed howling. Tears were leaking from the corner of his eyes.

 

Sasuke set his wasted drink down and glared at Naruto. He very much wanted to shove a hand deep into his throat and rip out his larynx then stomp on it, run it through the blender, feed it to a dog, and then burn its shit.

 

“He said…ow, my sides! He said—he said seven…s-seven prostitutes!” Naruto gasped rubbing his stinging eyes and clutching his throat for lack of air. “And…and…Cleveland's keepin' two!”

 

“I think we might actually see the first human die from laughter,” Sakura moaned. She lay sprawled over the couch on her front. She wished more than anything for Sasuke to just walk over to her and give her a back rub. That damn Temari had kicked her smooth between the shoulder blades and it's been aching ever since.

 

Ino sat at the front of the bed lying on her back with her head tilted towards the TV. She laughed with Naruto though not nearly as loud or as crazy. Naruto laughed like five hyenas!

 

Sasuke was still studying Naruto for some sort of implication about him that made him unique in the eyes of Ino. He could see nothing. He knew it couldn't be those retarded looking whiskers or his fox-eyes; he's had those since as long as he could remember and Ino still had treated him like a pile of shit. His wardrobe couldn't hook a fish so he knew it couldn't be that. That same orange fashion statement every day. It was annoying and tarnished the sacred, unwritten law of clothes. His voice could grate on your nerves just like hearing Spongebob Squarepant's idiotic laugh all day. Now he could truly sympathize with Squidward for all his years of suffering.

 

After a few minutes, during which the episode was long off, Sasuke snapped. “Naruto! Shut-up!” He chucked the remote at his head. As Sasuke's aim was, better it connected sending Naruto flipping off the bed landing with a thump. “Your voice is getting on my last nerves! God! It sounds like your gargling a cat's nut sack! Shut that trap you call a mouth or get the hell out!”

 

Naruto put his chin on the bed while caressing his aching head. “You dick,” he muttered.

 

“Takes one to know one,” Sasuke shot back.

 

It took Ino a second to register what had happened. “Sasuke! What was that for?!” she yelled angrily, her arms pressed tightly to her sides with clenched fists.

 

Sasuke was rubbing his temple. “His voice was…it was annoying. No, scratch that, it was horrible. No…scratch that…it was dreadful.”

 

“You dick,” repeated Naruto searching the floor for the remote. He found it throwing it at Sasuke who caught it easily, twirled it, and pointed it at the TV.

 

“Yeah, well, the house you're in belongs to this dick so either you shut up or get out. I'm trying to be nice,” said Sasuke sighing. He didn't like losing his temper. And if this didn't push him away from trying to be friends, nothing would. Once again, he had failed…but could anyone honestly say that they wouldn't have snapped? “Thanks for the remote, though,” he added hastily trying to say something nice and redeem himself a little.

 

“Naruto has enough injuries on him without you adding to them Sasuke!” Ino pointed out.

 

Sasuke ignored her, turning his attention back to the TV. “Sometimes a good ass-kicking can set a person straight.”

 

“Sasuke?” What Sakura was about to ask made her blush. “Would you mind giving me a shoulder rub? That bitch from sand kicked me and it hurts.”

 

Sasuke said nothing but blinked to let her know he had heard her. He clicked the channel to MTV. Eminem was performing his song `Lose Yourself'. Sasuke absolutely loved this song so he turned up the volume. Eminem's voice was phenomenal.

 

He raised the mic to his mouth as the beat started going.

 

“Look…if you had…one shot…”

 

What I wouldn't give for one shot, Sasuke thought glumly chancing a glance at Ino's thighs.

 

“…Or one opportunity…”

 

Wonder why she wears those wraps? She has an excellent figure. You'd think she'd want to show it off.

 

“To seize everything you ever wanted…for one moment…”

 

If I weren't afraid of…I-I'd seize everything I ever wanted for that moment.

 

“Would you capture it…?”

 

Hell yes!

 

“…Or just let it slip?”

 

“Hell no!” he yelled absentmindedly, pumping a fist into the air. The others looked round at him and he cleared his throat blushing slightly.

 

“Yo! His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy! There's vomit on his sweater already! Mom's spaghetti! He's nervous! But on the surface, he looks calm and ready to drop bombs! But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down—the whole crowd goes so loud! He opens his mouth but the words won't come out! He's choking how? Everybody's joking now, the clocks run out, times up over plow!”

 

Sasuke grinned as the stage was showered with light and sparks. What he wouldn't give to be in that lucky audience right now jumping about like a fool without a care in the world instead of…

 

Sakura cleared her throat rather impatiently interrupting his line of thoughts.

 

Before Sasuke could tell her to shut up so he could listen to the rest of his song Naruto's head surfaced with an idiotic smile. Putting all other thoughts behind him he said, “Hey! I'll do that for ya! Why ask him when you can ask me?”

 

A look of pained distress surfaced over Sakura's face. “No…no, that's all right Naruto. You really, uh, shouldn't get on your leg. Let it rest,” she said soothingly, fanning her hand.

 

Naruto frowned. “I'm not some damn charity case! I can move! I can do it! Watch!” He stood up biting down hard on his bottom lip to keep from screaming. He grinned, unconvincingly, to show the others he was fine even as sweat surfaced on his brow. As he slowly crossed the room, a thin sheet of sweat clung to his face.

 

“Naruto! Please sit down!” Ino said grabbing his arm. She desperately wanted him to get back on the bed and give his leg some rest. “You'll only get worse! Please!”

 

Naruto grit his teeth. He really didn't feel like talking to Ino, much less let her touch him after he discovered she had joined in that conversation of talking to him about him behind his back. He tugged out of her grip looking over at the couch where Sakura lay. For each step he took, it seemed to get farther and farther away. He hated when that crazy psychological crap happened.

No one noticed a certain vein throbbing on a certain Uchiha's temple. Through all of Sakura's fake throat clearings, Naruto's grunts of pain, and Ino's yells of protest the rest of Sasuke's song was drowned out. He grit his teeth but that didn't stop the frenzying yell that erupted from him. Everything got silent. It was too much, too much. He couldn't put up with all the noise, noise, noise! His eyes started spinning. If being friends with Naruto meant putting up with his constant laughing and arguing he'd prefer they be flipping enemies. At least he got quiet when he wasn't on talking terms with that yellow-headed headache.

 

He jumped off the bed tossing the remote on the floor. Crossing the room in one stride, he grabbed Naruto by the arm and threw him forcefully onto the bed making him bounce once, lose his balance, and fall off with a louder thud. Without a word of remorse, Sasuke crossed over to the door flinging it open with such force it slammed into wall cracking it and stormed out. He took the stairs three at a time. He grasped the doorknob and wrenched it open. It was dark and still pouring and thundering but he didn't care. He needed quiet and lightning was a speck of dirt compared to Naruto's voice.

 

“I hope you break your bloody leg off you blonde-headed, arrogant, son-of-a-bit—” He slammed the door shut growling.

 

Outside the rain instantly soaked him to the bone. He looked up into the dark clouds wondering what he ever did to deserve this. He tries to do something nice and this is how he's repaid. Shaking his head, he took off in a brisk run to get away from it all. All the bothering tenants occupying his house. He should've known that with Naruto, Sakura, and Ino there was bound to be head-splitting controversy. Before he knew it, he was running through an alley. He slowed down to a walk, his chest heaving. His hair kept getting in his eyes blurring his vision.

 

“Whoa!”

 

In the second he closed his eyes to brush his bothersome hair out of the way he tripped over something falling face-first smashing into the cold wet ground. He lay still for a few seconds before turning around. He saw the outline of a girl rubbing her head. She had black hair done up in two balls on the side of her head. He couldn't see her face; it was too dark.

 

Sasuke stood up and walked over to her. He gasped as a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky illuminating her face.

 

“Tenten!” he croaked as she gazed at him. “What were you doing in the middle of the alleyway?”

 

Tenten stared at him for a second before answering. “I was meditating, when something conked me in the back of my head. What are you doing here?”

 

“A strange place to meditate but why should I care? I was walking, minding my own business until I tripped over something cracking my nose,” Sasuke added as blood made a break for freedom out of his left nostril. “A nosebleed. Great.”

 

Tenten stared at the scarlet liquid leaking from his nose transfixed before shaking her head. She stood up, her skirt fluttering dangerously, and took out a kunai with her eyes zipping from her hand to Sasuke who was bent over, grumbling angrily while brushing off his soaked pant legs.

 

He straightened up and immediately bent over backwards onto his hands. He flipped over backwards putting distance between him and Tenten who had just swiped at him. He looked down and saw a rip in his shirt.

 

“Um…might I ask what the hell that was for?”

 

Tenten smirked as she held the kunai at eye-level. “Seeing as Lee isn't here you'll do.”

 

Sasuke stared. What did Lee have to do with any of this? Was she going to try and kill him? “What are you talking about?” he asked taking a fighting stance out of habit.

 

“Me and Lee, no rhyme intended, had planned a sparring match today,” Tenten explained giving her wrist a flick. “I think he bailed because of the rain, though. So you can take his place. From what I hear, you love to fight.”

 

Sasuke continued to stare. Sure, he was itching for a brawl someone to siphon his anger into for the cruddy day he was having but he didn't want to battle her. However, someone like Naruto or Neji or Kankuro would do. “Hn, lemme think about that for a min—no. Sorry, but I'm just walking.”

 

Tenten sighed. She wasn't one to force someone into battle against their will. She pocketed her weapon, stretching. “Ah well. I think I'm plenty strong for whatever they have planned for Saturday, right?”

 

Sasuke first response was going to be “why the hell are you asking me?” but instead he snapped his fingers. “Holy crap! The competition! I almost forgot about that damn thing.”

 

“How could you?” Tenten asked unable to believe her ears. Everywhere she went, if she wasn't seeing people training harder to push their limits they were rushing into bathrooms to throw up. She didn't think anyone in the village could forget. “It's all everyone's been talking about for the past two days! I thought you of all people would care.”

 

Sasuke shrugged casually. “Hn.” In all honesty, he really didn't care about whatever it was they would do. What he did care about was the Chunin exams. But from what he had heard, they were a long way off. But, from what he coaxed from Iruka after an intense interrogation, he needed to be part of three-man cell group.

 

“So,” Tenten started staring at him with her cat eyes, “where are you off to?”

 

Sasuke turned to her and felt a little bit more blood squirt out of his nose. His eyes were glued to her rain-soaked see-through T. Blood now leaked through both nostrils as he stared wide-eyed at her bare chest.

 

“No…bra,” he muttered dryly feeling his body stiffen.

 

“What?” Tenten asked holding a hand to her ear. “Speak up! This thundering makes it hard to hear you clea—”

 

She stopped mid-sentence as what Sasuke was looking at hit her. Looking down she gasped as her face turned a light shade of pink. She could see through her shirt straight to her…!!

 

“You…you pervert!!” Tenten yelled covering her chest.

 

Sasuke, his vision now obscured, pried his eyes away, and flailed his arms. “No! No! Hold on! It wasn't my fault! The rain…and the shirt…and the my having eyeballs! It couldn't be helped,” he said regaining his calmness.

 

Tenten breathed heavily then sighed folding her arms. She figured he had point. The shirt was pretty thin so…she sighed again. “Fine,” she said haughtily. “I'll forgive you this time…just, this time.”

 

Sasuke nodded. “Good. Glad you're not like some girls you just chase guys because they see or do something accidentally perverted.” For reasons unbeknownst to himself a sudden picture of Sakura in Tenten's position flashed through his mind. But, instead of calling him a pervert she actually giggled at him. Dude, I must be going fucking crazy, Sasuke thought putting a hand to his head as a strong gale blew through. He cleared his throat. “So…you truly forgive me, right? No evil plan to get back at me, right?”

 

Nodding, Tenten let out a gasp. An unpleasant breeze was running through her legs. She looked at Sasuke hardly daring to believe it. Sure enough, he was staring down, below her waist with his nosebleed worsening. She looked and saw that a violent burst of wind had flung her skirt up.

 

“Purple…pan-pan…whoa,” muttered Sasuke feeling the uncomfortable binding of his boner being constricted by his tight shorts. “Ouch….”

 

The next couple of seconds were a sort of blur. It happened so fast Sasuke barely had enough time to react. He caught Tenten's fist as she swung at him and caught her other hand with which she held a kunai determined to drive it into him. He threw her back and the next thing he knew he was stroking through more alleyways with Tenten right on his heels waving a fist around.

 

“Aaaah! I said I didn't mean to! Jesus! Let it go!” he shouted over his shoulder taking a sharp left. He groaned as Tenten appeared right behind him. He pumped his legs harder felling as if he was breaking new speed records.

 

“Yeah! I believed you the first time! The second time was you on purpose you perverted rat!” Tenten shrieked angrily, splashing through puddles soaking her slender legs.

 

Sasuke turned another corner and jumped up grabbing onto a ladder leading into a fire escape. “I…*pant!*…am not a pervert! Naruto's got that division covered!” he told her as the sounds of their feet pounding against metal entered his ears. He came to the end of the stairs and deftly jumped straight up through an opening front flipping and landing on his feet. He took off as though he never stopped.

 

“Then stop running!” Tenten ordered as they left the fire escape and began to jump over building tops.

 

“No! You'll kill me!”

 

“Glad to see you've grasped the general concept!” Tenten yelled landing with a heavy thud on a building top cracking it.

 

“I always was smart!” Sasuke informed grinning out of nervous habit.

 

As he leapt over another ledge, his foot slipped over the wetness. He let out a cry of surprise as he grabbed for the brim, missed, and plummeted down…down…down. Yoing! As he fell, his foot was caught in a clothesline. He bounced up and down swaying dangerously, praying that the rope would hold as he was suspended in mid-air between two buildings, he fluttered his arms for a minute before crossing them giving a sigh.

 

“Must…must stay calm,” Sasuke muttered to himself as the blood rushed to his head. There really wasn't much calm to be found. He was hanging upside down in one of the worst storms he had ever seen; not counting the high percentage of getting the shit shocked out of him by a bolt of lightning. Does that seem…calm?

 

He twisted his body, looking up and saw Tenten staring down at him. Shock was etched across her face. Even though she wanted had wanted to pound him to mush, she never really wanted to kill him. Giving a relieved sigh, her shock was quickly replaced by anger now that she knew he was going to be all right.

 

“I hope you catch your death down there, you perverted little worm!” she yelled before disappearing out of sight.

 

Sasuke blinked. He couldn't believe she had just done that. Just walked off and left him.

 

“Who you calling a perverted little worm?!” he yelled after her.

 

No reply.

 

Sasuke grit his teeth as he cupped his hands around his mouth. “I DIDN'T KNOW YOU LIKED THE COLOR PURPLE!! I GUESS I'LL GET YOU A PURPLE BRA TO MATCH IT SEEING AS HOW YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO WEAR ONE!”

 

“Screw you!” he heard Tenten scream.

 

“You fucking wish!” he screeched back.

 

Nothing but silence.

 

Sasuke couldn't believe it; he didn't want to. The only person who could possibly help him was walking away like that. Didn't she have a conscious? How could she live with herself? Quite easily so apparently. He looked down and gulped. He couldn't even see the ground he was so high. It just looked like a dark, ominous pit. “Damn! Why'd they have to build these buildings so high? Didn't they take into consideration what would transpire if a situation like this happened?

 

“Stupid building constructors!” he yelled. In his fury, an idea came to mind. Sasuke seemed to think better when his life was on the line. “If I cut this thing then I should be able to fall on my feet…or break all the bones in my body.” He gulped heavily as he reached for his thigh with a shaking hand. “I really hope it's the former.”

 

He opened the black box on his thigh and screamed. Forgetting just that quickly that he was hanging upside down, in an alley, and in the rain he lifted the lid only to have all his shuriken and kunai fall out and down out of sight.

 

Sasuke stared unbelievingly down at the un-seeable ground as an unwanted feeling of soaked boxers crept into him. He gritted his teeth and suppressed the shriek of fury begging to be released. Words or howls just couldn't express the immense rage he was feeling. Now, not only was he upside-down in the rain, but he was also quite defenseless.

 

“And it would just be my effin luck if Kankuro or Gaara came by…or,” he shuddered not because of the rain but because of the gleaming red Sharingan eyes that had entered his head, “Itachi.”

 

He chuckled to himself over this ridiculous thought. Itachi had to be at least 100 miles away. Away from him…unable to hurt him.

 

And I like it that way, he thought closing his eyes. Now…how in the hell am I supposed to get out of here? If I try to untangle myself, I fall from heights I'm pretty sure no one could come out of OK. If I move around too much the rope breaks and I…fall.

 

He punched the air in front of him out of frustration and gave a yell. Light-headedness was starting to grip him in the worse way. After a few minutes, he thought he saw a glint of something moving beneath him but before he could get a second look it was gone. He paid it no mind and tried twisting his body up but the more he tussled the more the rope splintered so he remained still.

 

“Argh! I don't need anyone's help out of this! I can do it on my own!” he yelled stupidly. Perhaps he just wanted to make himself feel better for being stupid enough to trip and fall. He couldn't believe it. Skimming buildings and rooftops was a basic skill for any ninja. It was so easy and still…he fell like an amateur with down syndrome.

 

He soon lost track of the time—it had grown darker and the rain was pouring harder. His head felt as if it were about to burst from the pressure. The foot that was snared and half his leg felt numb all around. He supposed this is what you would irony. He left the comfort of his house to run in the rain, see some girl's underwear, and then get hung by a clothesline. If he'd thought about it, instead of being blinded by anger, he would've thrown them out instead. He hated himself for thinking this but…he was half-hoping Ino or Sakura would say, “Sasuke's been out for a long time, I'll go find him” and come looking.

 

“Wow! Sasuke! What are you doing here?” came a voice Sasuke knew all too well and wasn't particularly happy to hear it at the moment.

 

Sasuke looked up, his fears confirmed. Great, great, just my luck. This is exactly what I needed, he thought miserably.

 

TBC….

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A/N: Thank you to my many readers for reading my story. Please R&R! Praise will make me happy while criticism will make me happy. Gotta learn don't I? I promise to get you the next chapter quicker. Once again sorry. See ya. ^_^