Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Do You Really Know Me? ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

 

Disclaimer: Just like I said before… I do not own Naruto and company, I do not own the world and I do not own a monkey… even though a monkey would be nice :3

 

 

 

“Oh, Sasuke, you're wrong. I've always wanted to be your friend.” That soft voice that had made him smile replayed in his mind for the umpteenth time in the span of about ten minutes. The words undulated in his ears and intoxicated… permeated his thoughts. A deafening silence filled the room since those words were said making the blond sitting in his arms begin to squirm in discomfort.

 

“Sasuke, I… I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Forget it.” Naruto tried to remove himself from the strong arms that restrained him, but failed. Sasuke held Naruto firmly in his vice-like grip.

 

“What do you mean by `sorry'?” Sasuke questioned, confused by the blond's words.

 

Naruto looked into his eyes that gave him away for a mere second until he regained his normal `I- don't- give- two-shits' expression. Naruto knew too well that it was a clever façade, for he wore his own everyday. But the mask was breaking as Naruto saw his eyes change from cold to… dare he say caring?

 

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you… um… uncomfortable?” Naruto guessed, not sure why he was apologizing.

 

Sasuke ruffled Naruto's hair. “Dobe, don't be sorry. I should be thanking you.” Sasuke was fond of that nickname it seemed, not that he would admit it.

 

“Thanking me?” It was Naruto's turn to be confused. “You're thanking me?” His cerulean eyes started to water again. /That is the first time anyone has ever thanked me. I don't understand, but I don't want this feeling to end./

 

“Do I have to spell it out for you, dobe? Thank you.” No smile reached his lips, but in his eyes, those deep dark pools of black, there was pure happiness. With a blink of his eyes, it was gone just as quickly as it came.

 

“I don't understand though. Why are you thanking me?” Naruto was still confused, and he did not hide the fact. His eyebrows furrowed while his lips formed a pout. It was irresistibly cute.

 

“You really are a dobe,” he slightly chuckled. “I'm thanking you because you are the first person who truly wants to be my friend.” Sasuke would have continued and Naruto most likely would have responded, but the grandfather clock in the hallway chimed. It was singing the time in a happy melody. One chime, then six others sounded. It was seven o'clock!

 

“Shit! I'm late for dinner!” Naruto quickly made his way out of Sasuke's embrace grabbing his stuff along the way. He turned at the door toward Sasuke rubbing the back of his head, a nervous tick. Naruto mumbled, “Sasuke, I don't know my way home.”

 

Sasuke sighed, “Where do you live? I'll walk you.” Sasuke grabbed his navy blue hoodie from its resting place on his computer chair.

 

Naruto was about to reply with his address when a brilliant idea formulated in his head. Well, brilliant in the eyes of Naruto. “Sasuke, just walk me to the bus stop. I can get home from there.” Naruto patted himself on the back for coming up with such a great idea. /Now Uchiha doesn't have to see my house! Well, not yet./

 

“Are you coming or not?” Sasuke smirked in his old demeanor.

 

“Hai,” Naruto stumbled around gathering what was left of his books. After tripping over his feet and being clumsy old Naruto, they came to that magnificent yard again. “Sasuke?”

 

“Hn?” was the ever so famous Uchiha response. It could be taken in two different ways. One being `what?' and the second being `what the hell do you want? Get the fuck away from me before I murder you in the worst way possible!' It was hard to tell the difference so Naruto stuck with the smarter option.

 

“Uh, never mind.” Naruto stared at his feet. He had been doing that a lot lately.

 

They walked quietly for quite some time until the bus stop was in sight. Sasuke looked at Naruto with a strange look, slightly agitated by the blond's response. “What is it, Naruto?”

 

Naruto put his hands in his pockets. “Um, Sasuke, I don't have any money for the bus.” Naruto still stared at his feet embarrassed. This was actually not what he was going to say, but never mind that.

 

“Is that all?” Sasuke looked at Naruto suspiciously as he pulled out the coins for the bus fare. “Here.”

 

“Yeah, that's all. Thanks, I'll pay you back tomorrow.” With that said, they arrived at the bus station. Luckily, the bus to Naruto's side of town arrived quickly and Naruto stepped inside and paid his fare. He turned around and saw Sasuke staring at him. “Thanks again, I'll see you tomorrow.” Sasuke did not have a chance to respond as the doors shut, and Naruto turned around and started walking down the aisle looking for an open seat.

 

Sasuke watched the bus leave until it turned a corner, lost to view. He sighed, “Dobe, there is so much that I thought I knew about you, but you're just a mystery to me now.” He finally left the station to walk the 15 minute distance back to his house. He crossed the yard and entered his house to proceed straight to his room. Not in the mood to eat, he ignored his growling stomach.

 

Sasuke fell onto his comforter. The softness engulfed him. The events from that day swam around his mind. “What a day!” Sasuke was exhausted from the drama. “Who would have thought that the hyperactive dobe could be so depressing?” He ran his hand through his silky raven hair. “I've never really hated the boy. He just annoyed me.” Sasuke voiced his feelings trying to sort this torrent of thoughts. “I only fought with him because he annoyed me so much. He's always so hyperactive; it's sickly. How could anyone be that bubbly?” His mouth drooped into a slight frown. “Maybe he wasn't as happy as I thought. I never thought I would see the day when Uzumaki Naruto cried.” For the billionth time that day Sasuke sighed. It couldn't be healthy to sigh that much.

 

/I don't love him,/ Sasuke tried to convince himself. The thought from earlier pervaded his mind. /This is not what love feels like. I'm not in love with Naruto./ For the moment Sasuke believed it, or maybe it was because the comforter surrounded him with a softness that lulled him into a restless sleep.

 

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At the Uzumaki resident

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Naruto walked into his house slipping off his shoes and throwing his book bag to the side. He yawned and looked up to see that the hands on the clock read 8:37. “Crap, hopefully Mom and Dad didn't notice I was gone,” he prayed to himself silently.

 

As if someone read Naruto's thoughts, his father yelled from the kitchen, “Naruto? Is that you?” Naruto had two options: ignore him, run to his room and lock the door, or answer his father. He went for option two, which gave him a better chance at surviving. If he went with option one and was caught in the action… He shuddered at the thought.

 

“Yea, it's me,” Naruto called back wishing silently to himself that his dad would be piss-ass drunk, too drunk to hurt him.

 

Once again, it was as if some higher power really hated him. His father walked out of the kitchen into the small living room where Naruto was standing. His father was sober… well, more so than usual. He either had not hit the booze yet or they were out. “Where were you, ya little shit?” his father slurred slightly. Hey, I said he was more sober than usual.

 

“Um, well, I was at a friend's house doing a project,” Naruto bit at the inside of his cheek as he rubbed the back of his head. He did not look his father straight in the eyes, scared that if he did it would set off a bomb. He wished that was the right answer. If he had lied to his father and was caught… once again he shuddered.

 

His father drew closer to Naruto, “You know perfectly well that you have to be home by 5:30 unless you have work or permission, you dirty scum.” His father's hand drew back ready to strike him. Naruto knew he had the chance to run, but the pain would be all the worse when he came back so he stood still waiting for the plow to hit. It never came. Naruto opened his eyes to see his father with his hand raised waiting for something. Once his father saw those blue eyes on him it came. It came so quickly that Naruto did not have the chance to close his eyes. He could feel the hotness and pain down to the bone and he thought he saw stars in his vision. The bruise that was undoubtedly there was instantaneous.

 

“I… I'm s.. sorry,” Naruto stuttered, willing the tears back. He should be used to the pain. He should not cry. It must have been the drama from earlier that had made the tears want to break through the surface and flow freely. He wasn't crying because it hurt. It could not be. He was not weak. Uzumaki Naruto was anything but weak. But why did he feel so weak?

 

“Shut up! I won't accept any apologies from you.” Another hit, harder than before stung his cheek. He definitely saw stars this time as the words sliced through the thick tension stabbing him all the harder.

 

Hit after hit, punch after punch and kick after kick Naruto endured until he was left curled on the ground in a fetal position too dazed to do anything but softly whimper. It was just one of those days in which he felt he wanted to shrivel up and die. Maybe if he tried hard enough it would happen… Maybe? As he laid there, the day passed through his mind. He really was weak. He had broken down in front of the wealthiest kid in school. He broke down in front of his rival, the most popular kid in school. He was stupid, but Sasuke did not make fun of him. He even comforted him. /This is all some sort of trick, isn't it? Sasuke doesn't really care. He just has blackmail on me now. He can tell the whole school how fucked up Uzumaki Naruto is. He can tell everyone and their mother that Naruto can be a little sissy and cry. Great… what a fucking day!/

 

Naruto felt a wetness sting his cheek. Gingerly, he wiped away the wetness, but it was not blood, as he had thought. He was… crying? Naruto felt a fresh new batch of tears sting his wounded cheek. Yup, he was crying, but he had not known when it started. Naruto knew he was not crying while his father was around, or he would still be getting beat. Naruto sighed and hugged his knees closer to his battered chest. “I should get up,” he mumbled.

 

A few minutes went by, and slowly Naruto got up and headed towards the stairs. With every step, a new tear fell from his face. Kami! Did it hurt! Every move sent a wave of pain throughout his body like a kunai slicing through his skin. Despite the pain, Naruto made his way slowly into his room. His bed felt like a haven. The comfort surrounding him, but the pain denying him the sleep he needed. Naruto winced as the initial pain gave rise to invisible pins and needles tingling throughout his body.

 

Surprisingly to Naruto, his thoughts kept returning to a raven haired boy he had seen earlier that day. “Today was so abnormal,” he whispered to himself, his voice soft but strained. “I meant what I said. I have always wanted to be Sasuke's friend, but somehow it always ended up in a fight. I never hated him. I guess my façade was even fooling myself.” With that said, the softness around him began to overpower and he drifted off into a restless sleep.

 

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The next day

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Naruto turned in bed sending a sharp pain up his side. His eyes darted open, but all he could see were white spots floating before him. Soon his eyes focused and the neon red numbers from his alarm clock shone brightly. It was 5:30. Now that he was up, it would be impossible to sleep again. Naruto gingerly got out of bed, the pain dying down as he got used to the jolts running up and down his spine.

 

Naruto entered the bathroom to prepare to take a shower. He turned around to look in the mirror. Bruises covered his body and three cut marks adorned each cheek. He looked even more the monster than he was. Dried blood was caked to his skin. He was a complete train wreck. How was he going to cover these bruises and marks?

 

He turned the water on and stripped out of his clothes from yesterday. There was blood splatter on them. When the water was finally warm enough, Naruto stepped into the shower and let the hot water embrace his body. He hissed as the water came in contact with still tender areas. He grabbed a washcloth and lathered it with soap to scrub at the caked blood. Naruto was sore all over, but he would never show it to anyone. Once he was clean and dry, he put on some relatively clean clothes. Today was going to be a bitch. He knew it already.

 

Naruto walked into the bathroom again and stared at his self in the mirror. Without the dried blood on his skin, Naruto could see bright and clearly the bruises that had formed. Going through the bathroom cabinet, he found his mom's makeup. /She will kill me if she finds out,/ Naruto thought to himself as he pulled a liquid concealer out of the cabinet. He was satisfied at his work. Not a bruise could be seen.

 

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Hell… I mean school

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For the second time that school year, Naruto was not late for school. The truth was that he was early. Yesterday he was on time, and today he was early. What was this world coming to? Was the apocalypse coming? No, maybe it was not that extreme, but Naruto being early was a sight thought impossible.

 

Naruto walked the halls until he reached his first period class. School would start in about half an hour. He had taken the bus for kids in the band and choir who had to be in school early. When he stepped onto the bus, the driver almost had a heart attack. Anyway, as I was saying, Naruto reached his first period class knowing Iruka would be there. He opened the door to see the sight of... singing flowers, a rabbit running and yelling “I'm late! I'm late!” There was a pinkish-purple striped cat that started to talk then disappeared from view. What was this though? The cat was still talking, but where was it? It was invisible… well, that was what he wished he saw. He would have been much more accepting of Wonderland than this. He walked in on his favorite teacher, Mr. Umino, making out with his math teacher, Mr. Hatake.

 

The only thing that Naruto could do was stare. His voice was lost, but when his reflexes took control again, he dropped his book bag and choked out a “what the FUCK!” Naruto was scared for life! /What in the world is going on here? Didn't I tell you this was going to be an awful day? Didn't I?/

 

A blushing Iruka pushed back from Mr. Hatake and stared at Naruto. “Naruto, it's not what it looks like. I…” Iruka trailed off and Mr. Hatake looked bored. That was nothing new. Mr. Hatake was a weird fellow. He wore a turtle neck everyday, which is in itself not weird, but he often covered his face up to the nose like children tend to do. Now that is weird. Also, his hair was a shade of platinum even though he was only about twenty- five. It was a chaotic styling of spikes. If they were flattened, would have drooped down to the middle of his neck. In the front of his face there was a bit of hair that was kept in front of his left eye.

 

Naruto was still frozen in shock. Mr. Hatake snaked his hands around Iruka's waist and said, “What do you mean, my little dolphin? It's exactly what it looks like.” Mr. Hatake smiled… well, almost. His right eye lazily shifted into an upside down crescent moon, which gave his face the impression of a smile.

 

“Kakashi!” Iruka exclaimed. Kakashi's smile widened and he hugged his `dolphin' closer to him. “Kakashi…” the word had a warning undertone. Kakashi removed his arms from Iruka's waist and backed up.

 

Naruto was sickly pale. “Mr. Hatake, is this why you're always late for class?” His voice was barely audible. “Look, I'll just go. Nothing happened here.” He really wished he could have talked to Iruka this morning, but that was out of the question now. Naruto stooped to pick up his book bag causing his black shirt to ride up a little. Iruka caught sight of a huge bruise running across his back. His and Kakashi's eyes met and they made a silent agreement.

 

“Well, I need to start grading some papers.” Kakashi left the room in one swift fluid movement.

 

Naruto looked outside the door confused by Kakashi's exit. Naruto turned to Iruka ready to say something, but was cut off. “Naruto, come here.” Naruto complied and carefully walked over to Iruka who gestured for him to sit. “Naruto, tell me why you are here. Did you need to discuss something with me?”

 

Naruto looked away from Iruka and shook his head. “Are you positive, Naruto? Anything you tell me will be held with the utmost confidence.” Iruka's brows were furrowed in concern.

 

“ Mr. Umino, it's nothing. I just wanted to ask you,” here Naruto paused to think of an excuse, “why did you pair me with Sasuke?”

 

“You were paired with Uchiha because your bickering put me at my sanity's end. I concluded that if you were forced to cooperate on this assignment, your time quarreling will be inversely affected by your time spent together. Is it that you and Sasuke fought?”

 

Naruto shook his head, “Thank you, Iruka-sensei, but I have to get to homeroom. See you in a little bit. Naruto left the classroom as the homeroom bell rang. Naruto entered finding he was the first one to arrive besides the homeroom teacher. The teacher coughed and nodded in Naruto's direction. “Morning, Mr. Hayate.”

 

Naruto shuffled to the back of the room next to the very last window seat. Upon sitting, his mind drifted to the world outside the window. He snapped out of his reverie when the two chairs beside him scratched against the tile floor. Naruto turned his attention to his two friends sitting beside him. “Morning!” Naruto said with as much gusto as he could muster. His false face was solidly in place.

 

Kiba and Shikamaru had been Naruto's friends for a very long time. They knew there was something the matter with Naruto. Kiba asked Naruto what was troubling him, because as concerned as he was, Shika was just too lazy to ask.

 

This caught Naruto off balance. “What do you mean? There's nothing wrong. I don't know why you would think that,” Naruto chuckled nervously. /How could they see through my mask?/ Naruto was worried. Too many people had been reading through him like a transparency. He must correct that immediately.

 

“Naruto, we know there is something wrong. We have been your friends for a while. We can tell when something is bothering you, so spill!” Kiba was starting to get annoyed with Naruto. “Something has been bothering you for the past few days.”

 

“Really, I'm fine. Why does everyone think there is something wrong?! It's just been a bad week.” Naruto's eyes pleaded for them to believe him. It was the truth. This week was not his week.

 

“Are you sure, Naruto? You can talk to us, you know? That's what friends are for.” /Friends, they really consider me a friend. They really care./ Naruto smiled.

 

“Yea, I'm sure. Thanks.” He really meant it. He was so happy that they considered him their friend. Naruto had thought they just tolerated him. Sasuke walked into the homeroom class and looked around. He spotted the blond sitting with his friends.

 

/Good, the dobe got home all right,/ Sasuke thought. He walked over to his seat in front of Naruto. “So, I see you didn't manage to kill yourself on the way home,” he stated bluntly. Nothing had changed between the two since the day before. Naruto gave Sasuke a dirty look and stuck his hand out towards Sasuke. Sasuke stared at the hand for a long moment. “What's this?” Sasuke leaned a little closer and saw something metallic in Naruto's hand. Naruto opened his hand revealing some change.

 

“Here, this is for the bus yesterday.” Naruto placed the change on Sasuke's desk and turned away. /Sasuke doesn't care. He's just waiting for the perfect opportunity to tell the whole school that I'm a little sissy. He doesn't care./ He ignored the nagging notion in the back of his head telling him to think logically. Finally, Naruto gave in to the voice to save himself a headache. /Sasuke is not the type to spread rumors. He barely speaks three words to anyone unless a teachers calls on him or he has a snide remark. Be logical for once!/ The voice finally died down and Naruto looked at the people staring at him. “What?” Naruto questioned.

 

“Dobe, when people are talking to you maybe you shouldn't ignore them. People may think you're even more retarded than you are.”

 

“TEME!” Naruto screamed at Sasuke but decided that fighting now would be useless. Sasuke could blackmail him with yesterday's events if he did. “So, what did you say?” Naruto questioned the group, not sure who had spoken.

 

“Are you all right, Naruto?” Kiba asked for the third or fourth time that day. “You spaced out and had a funny look on your face.”

 

Naruto smiled at Kiba and nodded his head, “Of course I'm all right, I was just thinking.”

 

“I thought I smelled something burning.” Sasuke smirked and looked at Naruto. /Yup, he really doesn't like me./ Naruto's smile faltered for only a moment, a moment that Sasuke noticed. “Dobe, when can we meet again?”

 

“Today if we must, I have off from work.” Sasuke stared at Naruto as if he had three heads.

 

“You, mindless Naruto, have a job? Where do you work, the circus?” Naruto frowned and let his happy façade fall away.

 

“I work at a bookshop,” Naruto responded.

 

“You can read?” Sasuke mockingly questioned.

 

“Haha, very funny. Yes, I can read. How else would I be able to write and do our project, or is that too much of a surprise for the ice princess?” Naruto smiled at his comeback. Serves Sasuke right.

 

Sasuke glared at Naruto with one of his famous Uchiha glares. The glare could turn the Sahara into Antarctica. Nope, nothing changed at all. Naruto smiled and decided this was a good thing. /Good, he's acting like nothing happened at all. Nothing is abnormal./

 

“Usuratonkachi,” Sasuke sighed.

 

“What did you just call me?!” Naruto jumped into a fighting stance even though his whole body yelped in pain.

 

“You heard me, Usuratonkachi.” Sasuke's smirk crept back.

 

“Why you little bastard…” Naruto was ready to lunge at Sasuke when the pain in his side became too much. Naruto stood up straight and willed the tears back hoping that no one noticed his display. He was wrong though. Sasuke noticed the entire episode. /I wonder what's the matter with him./ Sasuke quizzically glanced at Naruto though Naruto chose to ignore it. Ignorance is bliss, right?

 

The bell signaling first period rang, and Naruto dashed out of the room to avoid the strange looks he received from his friends… and Sasuke. He was the first one to reach his English class.

 

A few classes later, the lunch bell rang. Naruto leapt from his seat. “Yay! Lunch time!” Naruto grabbed his bag and bounced off to lunch with Kiba and Shikamaru trailing. Naruto's class schedule was English followed by Math, Gym and Art. That meant that immediately after English, he had to endure Math. This was a double dose of awkwardness after the incident with those same teachers that morning. He could hardly look at them without images of them making out creeping into his head. Naruto was actually a little jealous. He wanted someone who could look at him that way. Someone who could make him feel special… Someone who could make him feel loved. He wanted it so badly that his heart clenched and he had to try his utmost to hold back stinging tears. It hurt immensely. When Naruto snapped out of his thoughts, he found himself facing his locker. He turned the dial on his locker, but when he tried the latch it did not open. “Damn locker!” Naruto kicked the door and it reluctantly opened. Naruto grinned and looked back to see that Kiba and Shikamaru were still behind him. Naruto looked back at his locker and got the books he needed. Then they walked down to the lunch room. They sat in the usual secluded spot. Naruto sat with his arms folded on the table to cradle his head on them. He was tired, deprived of a restful sleep last night. Kiba and Shika made their way to the lunch line leaving Naruto with some alone time to contemplate.

 

“Man, my body hurts like a bitch,” Naruto mumbled to himself. He yawned until his jaw popped then turned toward the sea of white tables and hungry teens. His gaze fixed on one particular table where a certain raven haired boy sat with two girls hanging all over him. One of the girls was a bleach-blonde and the other had pink-dyed haired. He looked soooooo happy to have them cooing over him like some precious jewel. /He is cute… Wait! Did I just think that Sasuke bastard was cute?!/ /Yes you did, Naruto-kun,/ his conscience replied. The little bastard had little neon red and pink hearts hovering around him. Naruto chased off his conscience only to lock eyes with Sasuke. He tried to play it off as if he had not, but Sasuke's eyes smiled at him despite his cold stoic face. Usually those eyes were dark and empty, just another extension of his cold exterior, but it seemed that whenever the blond was around, those eyes betrayed him to reveal his true emotions.

 

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Sasuke's POV

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“Sasuke-kun!” the pink haired girl screeched and latched onto his arm. Right next to her a blonde latched onto his other arm.

 

“Big Forehead, you stay away from my Sasuke-kun,” the blonde girl said then stuck her tongue out at the other girl.

 

“Ino-pig, he is not your Sasuke-kun, he's my Sasuke-kun.” The girls glared at each other as they made childish faces and said childish things. Sasuke tried to look anywhere but at the girls. In their strange universe, if he acknowledged one of them or said anything, he was passionately in love with them. No, in their strange universe he WAS in love with them. He was just shy. Heh, the great Uchiha shy. That would be the day.

 

“Sasuke-kun, will you go on a date with me?” the pink-haired girl named Sakura asked as she had every time she saw him. /How many times do I have to tell them that I am not interested?/

 

He sighed and looked at Sakura trying to look as bored as possible. “No,” was the only response he gave. Sasuke's eyes scanned the lunchroom and his eyes caught sight of that blond, the one not latched to his arm like a barnacle. Sasuke wished he could smile, but the twitching of his lips would not allow him. Maybe it was his pride that stopped him. All he could manage to do was let his eyes take over where his mouth had failed.

 

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Naruto's POV

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Ten minutes elapsed. The entire time there, they stared at each other. Sakura and Ino talked in Sasuke's ears, but he took no notice.

 

A hand waved in front of his eyes. “Anyone in there?” Kiba questioned as Naruto jolted back to reality.

 

“Yea, I'm here. What do you need?” Naruto asked grumpily. For some reason he just wanted to stare into those eyes forever. What in the world was he thinking?! He sat up sliding his hand across his cheek and onto his lap.

 

Kiba stared at Naruto wide eyed and nudged Shika. “Na.. Naruto? What the hell happened? You're bleeding!”

 

Naruto gave Kiba a weird look and asked, “What do you mean?”

 

“I mean you're bleeding!” He grabbed Naruto by the arm and dragged him to the restroom. Naruto was then spun in the direction of the mirror, and Kiba pointed to his cheek. On his left cheek three cuts were visible. They were bruised and discolored. “What in the world happened Naruto? I need answers!” Shikamaru just walked into the bathroom as Kiba asked Naruto again about what had happened. Kiba looked ready to explode and his face was red as a ripe tomato.

 

It was Shika's turn to speak. “Naruto, We're not stupid. Answer us truthfully… and don't you dare say it was nothing.” He still looked bored as ever, but the warning tone in his voice revealed how seriously he took the situation.

 

Naruto sighed and turned away from them. “Do you promise not to tell?” Both boys nodded their heads and swore not to tell. “Well, it all started yesterday. I lost track of time at Sasuke's house. We were working on the project when I heard the clock chime 7:00. I was supposed to be home at 5:30. Well, I got home at eight something, and my father wasn't happy. He was a little drunk also.” Kiba and Shika looked at each other in disbelief. They knew what the blond was going to say once he mentioned that his father was drunk. “My father hit me.”

 

“Naruto?” Naruto turned towards the door in shock to see a raven haired boy with matching dark eyes staring at him.

 

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TBC

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