Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ From Here to Eternity ❯ Cars and Waffles ( Chapter 2 )

Kat: Woo! Look at me! I'm updating! And listening to `Banana Phone'!! -dances-

 

Thank Yous:

 

Junsai Kegasu - OMG! OMG!! I started your fic… and then didn't finish it. Long story. YOU FREAKING ROCK! GAARA UKE FOREVER! -waves flag-

 

spork ai: Oh… my… gosh… I JUST GOT REVIEWED BY SPORK AI!! I WORSHIP YOUR WRITING!!! You rock. Thank you for reviewing! ^-^ Chocolate chips rule. Ooh… I want to tell you the pairings… but… NO! I CAN'T!! -tapes lips together-

 

Chibi Tetra: Yeah, I'm starting in September. T_T I'm scared as hell.

 

Sentai: AND WHO DOESN'T?!

 

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Kat: Okee-dokee! I'm energized, and ready to go!

 

Soriko: No you aren't.

 

Kat: Hell with you, Mr. Sunshine! EAT THIS!

 

Oh, and just for a note, I don't remember if we were ever told Sasuke's parents' names, so bare with me, mm-kay? -sweat-

 

Disclaimers: I don't own Naruto, or Banana Phone. Raffi owns that. Go listen to it. It's amazing.

 

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“… Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring, Banana Phone! I've got this feeling, so appealing! For us to get together and sing - SING!”

 

 

Sasuke slowly opened his eyes and stared in horror at his radio. What in God's name was it playing?! It was searing his ears! The sheer BAD-ness of the music was turning his brain to mucus!

 

 

`MAKE IT STOP!!' he thought, twisting out of the sheets, and pounding the top of it until he found the snooze button. The God-awful noise finally became quiet, and Sasuke fell back against his pillow in an exhausted daze. His first day of high school, and, though he would die before he admitted it to anyone, he was scared into numbness.

 

 

 

“God… dammit!” he whispered, catching sight of the time. It was already seven o'clock? How? He had planned on getting up at six-thirty, and then getting out of the house before anyone else was up. But, today, apparently, Fate was not on his side. He stumbled out of bed, and into the bathroom. It was steamy and stuffy, telling him that Itachi had already been through. “Damn…” he cursed, stripping off his pajamas and stepping into the luke-warm water. “That bastard,” he grumbled. “He used all the hot water!” Then the water turned ice-cold, and Sasuke had to hurry and shampoo his rather complicated mess of hair before he froze to death.

 

 

He turned off the water, and weakly toweled himself dry. He wrapped the towel around his waist, and stepped out into the hall, only to bump into something hard.

 

 

“Ouch!” he hissed, looking up. “Will you watch it, Itachi?”

 

 

“Sorry,” his older brother muttered, not even looking at him. He brushed past Sasuke, then down the stairs.

 

 

“Weird…” Sasuke mumbled, going into his bedroom, closing the door, and changing into the clothes he had picked out the night before. “Itachi's acting even stranger than usual.” He left his room, and hurried downstairs.

 

 

“Good morning, Sasuke!” his mother, Keiko, said, brightly. She offered him a smile, which he didn't have the energy to return. “Breakfast is on the table, Dear.”

 

 

“Thanks.”

 

 

Sasuke walked into the dining room, and collapsed into his chair. He really wasn't hungry, but those waffles looked so inviting…

 

 

He grudgingly picked up his fork, and began to eat. Itachi was sitting across from him, his eyes downcast, aimed at his own waffles. Sasuke didn't like to converse with his brother. Their communication was limited. But even so, he felt that he should at least say SOMETHING.

 

 

“Itachi…” he began. Itachi jolted up quickly, apparently shocked that Sasuke was speaking. “Are you… um…”

 

 

“Ah! Good morning Itachi!” a voice boomed. Then, the boys' father, Heisuke Uchiha, sat down at the head of the table. Itachi returned his eyes to his plate.

 

 

“Good morning, Father,” he said dutifully, poking at his waffles.

 

 

“Good morning, Sir,” Sasuke said, a little loudly. Heisuke turned, surprised.

 

 

“Oh. Good morning, Sasuke,” he said, picking up his fork and knife, and beginning to eat. Sasuke's face fell, and he returned his focus to his breakfast. He wasn't even half done, and now he really WAS hungry, but he couldn't bring himself to eat.

 

 

“I'm… gonna be late,” he said, standing. “I need to leave. Good-bye, Father. Wish me luck? It's my first day of high school.” He smiled, hoping for a reply, but Heisuke didn't even seem to have heard him. Sasuke sighed, and left the table. “Good bye, Mother,” he said, as he passed the kitchen. But she wasn't there. He shrugged, then hurried to the front door, and picked up his bag. He felt oddly empty as he walked out the door and onto the sidewalk. Ignoring the depressing feeling, he forced his thoughts ahead as he walked. But suddenly, a loud voice broke his thoughts.

 

 

“Sasuke! Hold on, Idiot! Let me give you a ride!”

 

 

Damn. Itachi. In his brand new car. His BIRTHDAY present. Itachi had gotten his drivers' license the year before, when he was a sophomore, and their father had given him the car as a present. The car seated at least seven, with three rows of seats, but you couldn't even tell from outside.

 

 

“For all those girls you drag around with you,” their father had laughed, clapping Itachi on the shoulder. The car was red and sleek and Sasuke was so jealous it almost made him sick.

 

 

“That's okay, Itachi, I'll walk,” Sasuke said, waving his hand, as Itachi pulled up to the curb.

 

 

“Are you nuts?! It's freezing out here, and you don't have a jacket!” Itachi said, making a face. He was much more talkative now that they were out of the house.

 

 

Sasuke shivered. DAMN. He HAD forgotten a jacket.

 

 

“Just get in the Goddamn car!” Itachi stressed.

 

 

“No.”

 

 

Itachi sighed angrily.

 

 

“Fine! Then I'll just drive beside you in my nice, heated, massage-seated car while you FREEZE.”

 

 

Heat… massage chairs… DAMN YOU, BROTHER.

 

 

“All right, all right, pull over,” Sasuke said. He walked around to the passenger side, and pulled open the door. He tossed his bag to the floor of the car, and sat down. Slamming the door shut, he realized that it really WAS a lot warmed inside than out. Itachi pulled away from the curb, and started to drive. After a minute or so of awkward silence, Itachi said,

 

 

“I'm sorry about Dad.”

 

 

Sasuke winced, and leaned against the door.

 

 

“It's… okay,” he said, his expression bleak. “It's not like it was YOUR fault.”

 

 

Itachi sighed, and stopped the car for a red light.

 

 

“…He does care, you know,” he said softly, turning to look at Sasuke, who was very intently staring at the red light. Itachi shook his head, and leaned back in his chair.

 

 

The light changed, and Itachi revved the car forward. Two blocks more, and then they were at the school. Itachi pulled into the parking lot, and stopped the car. As he opened the door, shouldering his bag as he did, Sasuke said,

 

 

“I know.”

 

 

Itachi smiled softly, his eyelids sinking slightly. Sasuke gave him a small grin.

 

 

Then he realized they were having a brotherly moment, and Sasuke knew he had to get out. Fast.

 

 

“Thanks for the ride,” he said sharply, closing the door, and jamming his hands in his pockets.

 

 

“No problem,” Itachi said, slamming his door shut.

 

 

Meanwhile, at the Umino/Uzumaki residence, things were not going nearly as smoothly.

 

 

Naruto awoke at 7:30 to find that he had forgotten to set his alarm clock. He sprang from the bed, and rushed to jam clothes over his head. He sprinted out the door of his bedroom, only to slam into Iruka, who was coming to wake him up.

 

 

“WAH!” Naruto cried, hitting the floor. Iruka made an odd squeaking sound, as he too found nothing but the floor for a cushion for his fall.

 

 

“It's about time you got up!” Iruka cried, rubbing his head, and standing. He straightened his blue button-down shirt, and stared down his scarred-nose at the blond.

 

 

“My alarm didn't go off!” Naruto protested, dragging himself to his feet, and storming into the kitchen. “God! You could've at LEAST woken… me… up…” Naruto words clenched with guilt along with his throat, as he found, not only the chocolate chip waffles that Iruka had promised him, but a bowl of ramen, and a cup of orange juice sitting on the table.

 

 

`So that's why Iruka didn't wake me up,' he thought. `He was busy… making ME breakfast.'

 

 

“Uh… I'm sorry, Iruka,” he said, turning. “I should've remembered to set my alarm.

 

 

Iruka raised an eyebrow, dumfoundment evident on his face from Naruto's sudden apology.

 

 

“That's… okay? Here, hurry and eat, or you'll be late.”

 

 

“Heck yes I will!” Naruto cried, sitting in the rickety chair, and stuffing his face.

 

 

Iruka sighed and shook his head.

 

 

“My goodness, Naruto. Don't eat so fast or you'll choke!”

 

 

“No I won't!” Naruto protested, a waffle in one hand, and the ramen in the other. “I'll be FINE. REALLY, Iruka, you worry too much!”

 

 

“If that isn't dramatic foreshadowing, then I don't know what is,” Iruka laughed, brushing his hair from his eyes. Then he saw the blank look Naruto was sending him.

 

 

“… And that will be the first thing you learn about in my class,” Iruka said, rolling his eyes. “Come on, we're going to be late!”

 

 

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Kat: … I feel the waffles at the Uchiha house kind of depleted the angstiness of Sasuke's neglect. Whatever. -sighs- I didn't have a diary entry because, well, nothing's happened yet. -_- Give the Master time to work, folks! We'll have Gaara in the next chapter, Crazy Fans, don't worry.

 

 

Naruto: Yay! Gaara! ^_^

 

 

Kat: 9_9 Riiiight. Well, please review!