Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ From Here to Eternity ❯ Dream ( Chapter 12 )

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Kat: Hope y'all like this new chapter! It's ninja-rific. I had to say that. -giggles-

Naruto: …Ninja-rific?

Kat: HELL YES!

Okay, sorry guys, this chapter would've been up earlier, but my computer was being a bizznatch on me, our internet

went down, and I had to put my new water bed together. :);;; I've been a little busy. …I GOT A NEW WATER BED! -dances- All right. This chapter… is to help me deal with my recent bout of Writers' Block. TT That's why it's so bad.

By the way, I know this is probably listed in the intro, but does anyone know what a `hit' for your fanfiction is? OO I know, I know, I probably read it somewhere, but I'm drawing a blank.

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Dear Diary,

Hello, again! Kankuro here with exciting news. I just took my brother for the ride of his life on The Drop. He was smiling! I'm so happy! It's two in the morning and I'm still buzzed! (Not from alcohol, mind you. I don't drink.) The party was a bomb. Totally and completely AWFUL. I don't think anyone had much fun. Everyone was stoned out of their minds, or totally and completely drunk. I hate beer. I see what it did to Dad, and it's just like a horror story in a bottle. Great. Now I'm all depressed. I'm going to go happy up, and maybe go to bed. Or not! GAARA SMILED! IT'S SO GREAT!

Zoom zoom,

Kankuro

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Kankuro woke up at ten-thirty on Saturday morning with the worst headache of his life.

“Ergh…” he moaned, pulling the blankets up over his head, and squeezing his eyes shut, attempting to block out the harmful gray rays of light that seeped in through the curtains. He felt like he had a hangover, which was odd, because he hadn't had anything to drink the night before. Maybe he was just tired from last night. “Ow… Ow… Ow…” He slid his feet over the side of the bed, and dragged himself through the mess of his bedroom over to the door. He pulled it open, and trudged out into the hallway and down the stairs.

The entire house was silent. Everyone within it was still asleep, or so he thought. He blinked blearily out the window, watching the gray, cloudy sky with sudden interest. Maybe it would rain. That would be nice. Kankuro liked rain.

It wasn't until he was pouring himself the coffee he made that Kankuro remembered that Yashamaru was coming that day.

“Oh, shit!” he cried, jerking his hand in shock. “OW!” then again in pain as he sloshed the coffee over the brim of the cup, and onto his hand. He set down the cup, and pressed the burn to his lips.

That's right! Yashamaru was coming today! Oh… Gaara has Naruto over, and `Ri doesn't even know… Crap, he

thought, shaking his head. Oh well. Yashamaru's nice. He doesn't mind.

The clock said '11:00', but already, Kankuro felt like he needed to go to bed.

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“Gaara,” Sasuke said, taking Gaara's hand. “I really do care about you. I think red is sexy.”

“Really?” Gaara said, self-consciously touching his hair. “I always hated my hair…”

“It's beautiful.” Sasuke smiled warmly, and gently pressed his lips against Gaara's fingers. “Don't ever change it.”

Sasuke's face was coming closer to Gaara's. The redhead could feel his cheeks light up with crimson and Sasuke's other hand came up to slide over the blush. Gaara moved in a little closer as Sasuke drew nearer.

Closer.

Closer…

Closer…

“GAAAAARAAAAAAAAA!” Naruto screamed, jumping up and down on the bed. “COME ON! I'M HUNGRY!”

Gaara burst awake in the most unpleasant way, his no longer lined eyes straining in the dim light to see what had interrupted his most enjoyable dream.

“Naruto…” The blonde's name felt sour on his tongue. “I'm going to KILL YOOOOOOOOOU!” The redhead sat up in bed, and pushed Naruto onto the floor, where the blonde had slept that night.

“Ow!” Naruto groaned, rubbing his backside. “That hurt! I'm hungry!”

Gaara glared at him for a moment.

“Then go downstairs. You know where the food is,” he said, curling back up under the covers.

“Gaaaaaraaaaa…!” Naruto pleaded, tugging at the blankets. “Don't make me go down there alone! What if Kankuro's already down there? Or… WHAT IF TEMARI'S DOWN THERE? She'll see me in boxers and a shirt and fall in love with my awesome physique! I can't have that!”

Gaara rolled his eyes.

“Get over yourself, Blondie,” he muttered.

“Gaara! Please!”

“All right! Fine!” Gaara snapped, pushing off the blankets, and sliding on to the floor. “Fine, fine, fine! Be that way!” He pulled the long sleeves of his shirt down, making sure they covered his wrists, and left the room, Naruto close behind.

“Thanks, Gaara. Your house is scary in the morning!”

“What could possibly be scary about my house?” Gaara asked, gripping the banister as he walked down the stairs.

“I dunno,” Naruto said, shrugging. “It just is.”

Gaara sighed, and reached the bottom. He walked into the kitchen, and saw Kankuro, calmly drinking coffee, and staring at the ceiling.

“Good afternoon,” the older teen said, looking at the pair. “Sleep badly?” Then, without waiting for an answer, “Me too!”

“Hi, Kankuro!” Naruto said cheerily. “Didja make us breakfast?”

“Don't you mean `lunch'?” Temari said, coming into the kitchen, wearing a pink tee shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

She walked over to the refrigerator, and pulled from within it a carton of orange juice.

“Is it really that late?” Gaara asked, looking at the clock. 11:30.

“How did we sleep so late?”

“Dunno.”

“Did you call Summer and ask about the cops?” Kankuro asked Temari, sipping his coffee. She nodded, taking a glass down from the cabinet.

“Yeah. She said that the police showed up right after we left and broke up the party. Called everyone's parents, too. We're lucky we got out when we did,” she said, putting away the carton, and sipping the orange juice from the glass,

“or else they might've called Daddy.”

“Oh, God forbid,” Kankuro said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“Iruka would've had my ass grounded till Doomsday,” Naruto said, pulling open a cabinet, and digging around for something edible.

Gaara didn't say anything. Then he looked at Kankuro, who had been staring at him.

“When is Yashamaru coming?” he asked slowly.

“I dunno. Sometime today.”

“Yashamaru's coming?” Temari asked, pulling down a box of cereal for Naruto.

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

They stood and sat in uneasy silence, until Temari said,

“Well, I'd better go see if Summer's parents grounded her.”

“Yeah… I've gotta… work on… my puppets…”

“I'd better tell Iruka I'm still alive. Can I use the phone, Gaara?”

“Sure.

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Sasuke, who had actually been awake since eight in the morning, dragged himself downstairs at half-past eleven, and pulled out the remains of last night's dinner. Itachi had ordered pizza, since Mom and Dad had both been working late. Dad had left for work at six that morning, and Mom had left at nine.

“I wonder if Itachi's up yet?” he mumbled to himself, shoving a plate-full of pizza into the microwave and setting it for one minute. He rubbed his eyes, and sighed.

Last night had gone… badly. The moment he walked in through the door of the Haruno house, he was swamped with girls. They had followed him EVERYWHERE. To the snack table, to the hot tub, even to the BATHROOM. And if they weren't following him, then they were following Itachi. That made him even MORE angry.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Sasuke yanked the microwave door open, reached in, and pulled out the pizza.

“YEEOUCH!” he cried, dropping the hot plastic plate to the floor. He shook his hand, the red-hot burning sensation

sweeping over it. “Ow ow ow…!”

“Something wrong, brother, Dear?” Itachi's voice rang out through the kitchen, as he flounced in, not a hair out of place.

“Nothing,” Sasuke snapped, stifling a groan as he picked up the plate, which, miraculously, had landed right side up. His pizza was safe.

“Did you have FUN last night?” Itachi asked, taking the milk out of the refrigerator, and pouring two tall glasses. “I know I did. I didn't like all the drugs that were going around, though. I think I might be developing an allergy to smoke.”

“That's just great.”

“Here,” Itachi said, holding out one of the glasses. Sasuke took it with his free hand, and left the kitchen. “You're welcome!” Itachi called after him, as the younger teen sped up the stairs.

Itachi sighed and leaned against the counter.

“I wonder if Ten-ten got out of the house last night…”

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Kat: GodDAMMIT! This chapter SUCKED SOOOOO BADLY! AAAUGH! - -0 All right. I know it's short.

Review, please. Next chapter'll be better. I PROMISE! REALLY!

Naruto: Chya. Sure it will.

Kat: -death glare- You aren't helping, FOX BOY!

Naruto: Oh yeah? Well, you're… a… girl! -nods triumphantly-

Kat: Did anyone else see the new chapter of Naruto? OH MY FREAKING GOD WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO GAARA? DID THAT THING REALLY EAT HIM? -looks around- Hello? Heeeeelp? -tear tear tear- GAAAAAARAAAAA! He's not dead. I know he isn't. He's, like, one of the main characters, now! He has a PAST and PARENTS and if he dies, that would be bad! So he's not dead.

Okay. I'm done. Please review.