Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ From Here to Eternity ❯ Faux Pas and Chat Rooms ( Chapter 21 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Kat: Yeah! An update!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto… wish I did, though. Oh, `Sofa King' is ripped shamelessly from a book `Luna' by Julie Andrews Peter. (Is that her name? Damn… Same chick who wrote `Define Normal'.) Anyway, I loved it, and I couldn't not put it in. Cool points to anyone who gets it. The Sofa King thing, I mean.

Oh, and Fantastical Queen Ebony Black officially rules for giving me good constructive criticism. YOU GET A COOKIE!

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Haku hated being alone.

Zabuza knew that fact quite well, and he always did his best to comfort his boyfriend when he needed it. But sometimes the strain of Haku's emotional damaged proved too much for the seventeen-year-old. Like right now, for instance.

The ringing phone was what had awakened him. His eyes widened, and he stared at the ceiling for a moment, before reaching over, and picking it up.

“Hello…?” he muttered, his voice groggy with sleep, or lack thereof.

“Zabuza?” said the small voice on the other side of the line. Zabuza turned his head up so he could see his alarm clock. 2:43 in the morning. He bit his lip to stifle his moan.

“What is it, Haku?” Zabuza asked, sitting up a little so he would wake up.

“I… uh… had a nightmare.” He sounded so young whenever this happened, like a toddler. Zabuza rubbed his eyes, and settled in for the routine.

“What happened?”

He could here the sound of Haku bursting into quiet tears.

“Z-Zabuza, it was awful-l! I d-dreamed that Sh-Shisui and them came and k-killed you and K-Kankuro! And th-then he c-cut off m-my hair! I-It was terrib-ble!” His sobs prevented him from speaking any more.

“Calm down, Haku! Take deep breaths! In through your nose, out through your mouth, remember?” Zabuza was worried now. If Haku had a panic attack this late at night… or rather, this early in the morning, no one in his house would bother helping him.

“Uh-huh… uh-huh…” Haku said, taking in deep breaths.

“Now, remember what to say? `It's not real. It's not real. It's only a dream,'” Zabuza said, having memorized the lines for just such an occasion.

“It's n-not real. It's-s nuh-not real. It's only a d-dream. It's not real.” Haku was calmer now. Zabuza breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned back against the wall next to his bed. He waited a moment while Haku continued to breathe.

“Ok-kay, I think I'm all right n-now,” Haku said, his voice still shaking.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I'm s-sure.”

Haku's resolve evident, Zabuza nodded, even though he was the only one who knew.

“All right. Now try to get some sleep, okay?” he said, rubbing his eyes. “It's three in the morning.”

“I-it is? Oh, God, Zabuza, I'm so sorry I woke you up.”

“Nah, it's okay. I wasn't sleeping, anyway,” Zabuza lied, sighing. “Hey, Haku, why don't you stay over here for the weekend, and get out of your house.”

“C-can I? That'd be g-great,” Haku said.

“Okay. I'll talk to you t… later, okay?”

“All right. Good night,” Haku said.

“Good night,” Zabuza said, before dropping the phone down onto the receiver. Then he flopped back down onto his bed, the springs groaning with complaint.

Zabuza's apartment was small, but, as Haku put it, cozy. There was a kitchen, which connected to the living room. Then there was a bathroom, and one bedroom. The walls were almost completely bare, and the apartment itself seemed devoid of all life. Zabuza hated the apartment. It was the only place he could find, and he was lucky the manager even let him stay there, being under eighteen. His parents, God damn them, had kicked him out of the house when he was fourteen. He had stopped going to school for a while, living on the streets. That was when he met Haku.

But from here, he was no longer able to reminisce.

`So sleepyyyy…' he thought. Two minutes later, he was out like a light.

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Haku wore his hair up to school the next day. It was tied in a tight bun, and was covered with a small, yellow cloth. His long bangs hung out of it, though, and framed his pale face. Zabuza thought he looked beautiful, and told him so, which caused Haku to blush furiously.

“I just don't want to give Shisui anything extra to hold on to,” he said, crossing his arms. “Do you have any idea how much it hurts to get your hair pulled out? Well… you probably don't,” he laughed, reaching up, and running his fingers through Zabuza's sloppy spikes.

“What? I LIKE my hair short,” Zabuza said, crossing his arms indignantly. Haku just laughed. He glanced at his watch.

“I wonder if Itachi's going to make it to school today?” he mumbled half to himself.

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“…and if you need ANYTHING, or you feel sick AT ALL, call your father or me on our cells,” Keiko Uchiha tittered, her face flushed with worry. “Oh, Itachi, are you SURE you have to go to school today? You don't want to wait another day or two…?”

“Mom, I'm FINE. I need to go to school!” Itachi said, gently pressing a hand on his mother's arm.

Heisuke Uchiha was much easier to console.

“Let the boy go to school, Keiko! If he says he's fine, he's fine,” he said, reading the headlines of the newspaper.

Sasuke scoffed angrily, and picked up his backpack.

“Will you hurry it up, Itachi? I need a ride,” he grumbled, crossing his arms.

“Be more considerate of Itachi, Sasuke. He's been sick, unlike YOU,” Heisuke snapped, lowering the paper, and giving Sasuke a hard look. Sasuke turned red, and looked away.

“Calm down, Dad, he's right. We need to go,” Itachi coaxed, dragging himself away from Keiko and over to Sasuke. “I'll be FINE,” he pressured, seeing Keiko's withering gaze. Then a very irritated Sasuke dragged him out the door.

“God, it's like you've got cancer or something,” Sasuke sneered, tossing his backpack into the car before getting in himself.

“They're just weird,” Itachi reasoned, starting the car. “They'll grow out of it eventually.”

Sasuke hid the hurt in his eyes quite well, glaring out the window instead of at Itachi. They never acted like this when HE was sick…

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Sasuke Uchiha was nine years old, and miserable. He'd had a high fever for three days, serious congestion and coughing, and he wasn't getting any better. Everything ached, and his head felt like it was going to fall off.

“102.4,” Keiko said, looking at the thermometer. “Oh dear. Heisuke, do you think we should call a doctor?”

“It's flu season, Keiko. Everyone's got it, there's no reason to worry,” Heisuke said, before leaving Sasuke's bedroom.

“Dad…?” Sasuke rasped. “Don't… go…”

“Shhh-hhh…” Keiko whispered, pressing a cold hand to Sasuke's forehead. “It's okay, hun. If Daddy thinks you're going to get better, then you will. I'll be downstairs if you need me” Then she, too, left the room, and Sasuke was all alone again. He felt like sobbing, as he curled up beneath the blankets, shivering. Eventually, he fell into a fitful sleep.

He opened his eyes several hours later, to see his eleven-year-old brother, Itachi, staring back at him.

“Hey,” he said, his dark hair falling in his eyes. “How ya feeling?”

Sasuke just shook his head. His throat was too dry to talk.

“What is it? Ya need something?”

“C-can I have s-something to drink?” Sasuke managed to get out. Itachi's eyes widened.

“Yeah! Sure, hang on, I'll be RIGHT back,” he said, before standing up, and hurrying out of the room. A minute later, he returned, carrying three juice boxes.

“I had to sneak `em past Mom,” he informed Sasuke, setting them on the bedside table, and giving him one. “The other's are for if you get thirsty later.”

Sasuke nodded, fumbling with the straw. His hands were shaking. Itachi took the small box, and threaded the straw through the hole at the top. Sasuke drank the entire thing at once, relief flooding over him as fluids entered his system.

“Feel any better, yet?” Itachi asked, sitting on his knees on the ground. Sasuke nodded, sinking back down into the covers. Itachi had pulled a thermometer out of his pants pocket, and was shaking it. “I couldn't get the automatic one, so this'll have to do,” he said, before sticking the red liquid filled cylinder into Sasuke's mouth. “Keep it under your tongue,” he added.

Sasuke shifted the thermometer in his mouth so that it was sitting under his tongue, and waited. Itachi seemed to be counting the seconds.

“'Kay,” he said a while later, “lemme see.” He pulled the thermometer out of Sasuke's mouth, with a frown. “You're still up at a hundred, dude. You'd better stay in bed.”

Sasuke nodded, already feeling sleepy.

“G'night, and get better soon, mm-kay?” Itachi said, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Even though they ain't acting like it, Mom and Dad are really worried.”

Sasuke nodded, determination filtering through the grogginess he felt. He would get better, no matter what!

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A sour taste filled his mouth as Sasuke relived the memory. He had almost completely forgotten about Itachi helping him.

“We're here,” Itachi informed him as they pulled up to the school. Almost immediately after they parked, a swarm of girls overtook the car.

“ITACHI!” they chorused. “WHERE WERE YOU?”

Sasuke made his exit quick and silent, avoiding the crowd of onlookers, and made his way into the school. Where could he go where he would be ALONE?

The library was his obvious first choice. And a good choice it was, as the library was completely deserted, except for…

“Gaara?” he said, spying the redhead in a corner. Gaara had an open textbook and notebook on the desk, but he was holding something in his hands, and he was staring quite intently at it. “Gaara!” Sasuke said a little louder. He looked up in shock, quickly shoving whatever it was in his hands down into his pocket.

`Oh shit,' Gaara thought, pressing the cube deeper into his pocket. `Shit, shit, shit…!'

Sasuke was walking over now, a sedulous expression on his face.

“H-Hi, Sasuke,” Gaara said, hoping his voice wasn't really as shaky as it sounded. “What's up?”

“Nothing much,” Sasuke said, setting his books on the table. “You mind if I sit?”

“Uh… g-go ahead,” Gaara said. Sasuke nodded, before sitting.

“What's that?” he asked, pointing at the papers.

“O-Oh, uh, it's the history homework,” Gaara said, breathing with relief that Sasuke hadn't seen the cube. “I forgot about it last night, and I'm having some trouble.”

“Oh. Want some help?”

“Sure!”

“Okay,” Sasuke said, leaning forward. “Can I see what you've got?”

Gaara nodded, and passed the notebook over. Sasuke scanned it, his frown almost completely disappearing.

“I-I did all the multiple choice… I'm just having trouble with the creative thinking…” Gaara said weakly. “I hate the Civil War,” he decided, dropping his chin into his right hand.

“That's not bad… but I think you forgot about Fort Sumpter,” Sasuke said incredulously. “Yes, that's it.”

“Fort… Sumpter…?” Gaara said, blinking.

“Yeah… It was technically the first battle in the Civil War. Remember? Morino mentioned it yesterday,” Sasuke said.

Yesterday… what had Gaara been doing yesterday during social studies…? Ah yes, staring at Sasuke. What else?

“Um… I don't remember…”

“It was in April of 1861… I think. Don't quote me, you're probably gonna want to check the book for that… but, anyway, the North had a fort down in the south called Fort Sumpter, and the South fired on it, starting the Civil War,” Sasuke said, shrugging. “At least, that's the condensed version of the story.”

Gaara's eyes widened.

“Oh, yeah! I remember that,” he said, taking back the offered notebook from Sasuke, and scrawling everything he remembered in the bottom margin. “Aw, well. It'll have to do.”

It was at that moment the bell rang. Gaara jumped slightly, surprised.

“Uh… Thanks a lot, Sasuke,” he said, standing. Sasuke nodded, and stood up as well.

“Oh… Gaara,” Sasuke said, frowning. “Uh… we're supposed to have partners in science today, right?”

Gaara nodded, not really sure.

“I think so.”

“Uh… well…” Sasuke scratched his head absentmindedly. “Do you want to be my partner?”

Gaara blushed the color of his head, and nodded.

“S…S…Sure…” he said quietly. Sasuke smiled.

“Great! I'll see you in second, then?” Then he left the library, joining the swarm of students attempting to make it to class on time.

It wasn't until the tardy bell rang that Gaara remembered that he wasn't in class, but standing in the hall.

“Oh… shit!” he hissed, dashing out of the library.

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“ITACHI! YOU'RE ALIVE!” Haku exclaimed, racing up to his friend, and attaching to him like a parasite. Itachi was almost knocked off his feet by the tiny ball of excitement.

“Hey, H-Haku,” he choked out, all the air squeezed out of him. “Nice hair.”

“Thanks, you think so?” Haku said, releasing Itachi, his hands flying to his head, making sure it was still in place.

“Yes… very symmetrical.”

Haku laughed. “Why, thank you!”

“Oh, Itachi, cousin dear, why, oh WHY are you in the presence of these losers?” Shisui said, stepping out of the crowd. Haku's smiled fell off of his face faster than a ten-pound bag of bricks. He stared at Shisui, praying that he wouldn't say anything. A pity wishes don't come true.

“What're you lookin' at, Faggot?” Shisui scoffed, glaring harshly at Haku, who averted his eyes immediately. “What the hell's up with your HAIR? What are you, a girl?”

Some loud, forced laughter echoes behind him, egging him on.

“So, Faggot, how long'd you spend on your hair this morning?” Shisui said. “Did our little fight yesterday scare ya?”

“Lay off, Shisui,” Itachi said boredly. “I've been sick, and I don't want to see you get your ass kicked again. It might upset my stomach.

Shisui's gang guffawed loudly, but Shisui's confident smirk dropped a few notches.

“Ha ha, very funny, Itachi,” he said, crossing his arms. Itachi's gaze remained serious, and his voice tone was monotonous.

“I'm not trying to be funny, Shisui. When I said, `I don't want to see you get your ass kicked,' I should have said, `Look out you idiot, Zabuza is right behind you.'” He pointed over Shisui's shoulder.

Shisui's eyes widened, and he whipped around. Sure enough, inches away from Shisui's nose, Zabuza's bulk silhouetted the sun.

“I thought I said I didn't want you calling him that,” Zabuza's voice rumbled, shaking many-a-confident heart and mind, and causing Shisui's aura to dissolve into jelly.

“Call him WHAT?” Shisui said, much quieter, and crossed his arms. “C'mon, guys, let's go.” Then he led his posse off down the hall. Zabuza rolled his eyes.

“Oh, very poetic,” he said, looking over at Itachi. “'Look out you idiot, Zabuza is right behind you.' Yeah.”

“Hmm hmm! Scary as always, Zabi!” Haku said with a grin.

“Hey, guys, I just saw Shisui scampering away so I figured you were around, Zabuza,” Kankuro said, walking over, his hand jammed in his pockets. His tired eyes widened upon seeing Itachi. “I…Itachi? Woah! How're you feeling?”

Itachi smiled.

“Better,” he said. “A lot better.”

“Oh, well, that's good.”

“Yeah.”

The four stood in an awkward silence, Haku looking from Itachi to Kankuro, his eyes getting wider by the second, and a smug grin forming on his face.

At that moment, the bell rang.

“Okay, later,” Kankuro said, waving, and walking off. Itachi sighed.

“Haku, Zabuza, always a pleasure,” he said. “I shall see you in drama.” Then he left.

Zabuza cleared his throat.

“Are they in denial or WHAT?” Haku said, putting his hands on his hips.

“They're in denial.”

“That was rhetorical, love.”

“Oh.”

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Itachi ambled down the hall, his thoughts buzzing around in his head like a hive of bees. Bees that are really pissed off because someone tried to steal their honey. Like a bear. Yeah.

Itachi shook his head, and reached out for the door handle to his calculus class, when he felt someone staring at him. He wasn't sure how he knew there was someone watching him, he just knew. He slowly, slowly, turned around, one hand still on the handle. There, leaning against a row of lockers, was Orochimaru. He was watching him with interest, his snake-like eyes narrowed. Itachi felt his chest constrict, and he went into the classroom feeling twice as sick as he had two days ago.

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“You have two minutes to find a partner. Go,” Orochimaru said lazily, leaning his head onto his closed fists, watching his class like a hungry viper. The class was immediately a-buzz with the sound of almost thirty stools sliding back across the linoleum floor, thirty pairs of over-priced shoes stomping around the room, and thirty voices.

Gaara licked his chapped lips. He had barely made it into Jiraiya's classroom unnoticed. For some reason, the burly teacher was late. Naruto had saved him a seat.

Now he was worried. He was ALWAYS Naruto's partner for things like this. He wondered what the blonde would do.

“Naruto,” Gaara began, turning to the blonde.

“Hey, dude, do you mind if I'm Kiba's partner for this?” Naruto asked, his blue eyes worried. “Hinata's sick today, and Kiba said he's scared of Shino.”

“Oh… sure, no problem,” Gaara said, blinking.

“Great. Are ya sure, because if you don't have a partner-“

“No, no, it's fine.”

“All righty, then. Later, buddy!” Then Naruto stood up, and scampered over to the other side of the room, where Kiba sat.

Gaara slumped forward on the stool, very relieved. He wasn't sure he wanted Naruto to know that Sasuke had offered to be his partner. And a good thing too, from the look of it, seeing as Sasuke was attempting to pry his way through a barrage of girls to get over to Gaara's table.

“Hey, Gaara,” he said, brushing off his shoulders in a way that Gaara though made him look even more perfect. “Can I still be your partner?”

Gaara nodded stiffly, and Sasuke sat down in on the other stool. Gaara glanced over to look at Naruto, who was laughing with Kiba about God-knows-what. He hadn't looked over yet.

Sasuke began distractedly drumming his fingertips on the side of the sink built into the desk. The sinks, which were generally used for the chemistry classes, were old and rusty looking.

A moment later, the room quieted down. The assignments were passed out. Each student received five pages of questions that really didn't relate to each other at all. It was so poorly Xeroxed, however, that Gaara could hardly even read it. He found it odd that they were doing this kind of thing in partners, but he shrugged it off.

Orochimaru stood up, his golden eyes positively snake-like in the bright light.

“You have until the end of the period to finish these pages. You may use your partner for assistance. You may not use your books. Go.”

Gaara frowned. Was that it? He glanced down at one of the papers in front of him. The first question read, “What chemical is used to preserve an animal's body?” That was easy enough. Formaldehyde. He scrawled the answer in the blank, then looked down at the next one. He had no idea what the answer was. He glanced over at Sasuke.

“Um… do you have any idea what number two is?”

Sasuke was writing something out on a piece of paper.

“Here,” he muttered. “Read these together as fast as you can, but to yourself.” He passed the paper over to Gaara, who read down what appeared to be a list of words.

Sofa

King

Todd

Did

He blinked, then looked over at Sasuke, who nodded. He glanced back at the paper. Sofa king we Todd did. Sofa king we Todd did. So-

Then he got it. He pressed a hand to his mouth to stifle his laughter.

The class dragged on after that. Sasuke knew almost every single answer, and Gaara contributed every once in a while. But for the most part, he had no clue.

When the bell rang, Orochimaru instructed that everyone bring their papers to the front. Gaara offered to take Sasuke's up for him, and Sasuke thanked him. Gaara stacked the seven pages neatly, then laid them on Orochimaru's desk. It wasn't until he was out of the room that he realized his crucial mistake.

“… I turned in Sofa King…” he muttered, leaning against his locker in agony. “Oh no…”

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“Who here doesn't have a computer?” Haku asked, leaning on his elbows. It was lunch, and everyone was, as usual, crammed around the joined bench tables. No one raised their hands. “Who doesn't have the internet?” Again, no one raised their hands. “Awesome!” Haku said, bending down, and digging through his bag, which was leaning against his legs. “Here, everyone take one of these. Kankuro, you take two, and give one to Itachi in seventh,” he said, passing out small pieces of paper. Gaara scanned it. The paper was rectangular, and had the thickness of a business card. Written across it in Haku's neat print was a website address. He looked up.

“What is this?” he asked, frowning.

“It's a chat room,” Haku informed him. “I've been working on it for a few weeks, and I just finished it last night! I think it's okay… I think it would be fun to chat, you know?”

“Sure,” Kankuro said, reading the card. “I'll be on tonight.”

“Yeah, yeah! Me too!” Naruto said. Gaara shrugged.

“Why not?” he muttered.

“I'll do it,” Sasuke said, with a shrug. Gaara felt the euphoria coming on.

“Sounds cool,” Neji said.

“Whatever,” Shikamaru said lazily.

“Great!” Haku said. “Everyone who's doing it, be on at seven, mm-kay?”

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`Where have you been, Itachi? I've missed you…' Orochimaru said, pressing Itachi up against the wall, before covering the teen's mouth with his own. Itachi pushed him away, gasping for breath.

“I… can't… do this,” he said, rubbing his sore mouth. “No more.”

School was out for the day, and almost all of the students had left the building. Orochimaru had instructed Itachi to come to his room during science. Itachi wished he hadn't.

“No more?” Orochimaru smirked. “You can't back out now, Itachi. You're in too deep.” He kissed Itachi again, deeply, his cold tongue probing back into Itachi's mouth.

Itachi pushed him away again, tears forming in his eyes.

“I mean it! The last two years… they've been a mistake! I won't do this anymore!” He pointed accusingly at Orochimaru. “Stay away… from my brother,” he hissed. Orochimaru rested a hand on the wall next to Itachi's head.

“You don't have room to order me around, boy,” he hissed, his breath foul. Itachi swallowed, unable to dislodge the disgusting taste in his mouth.

At that moment, the door to the classroom slammed shut. Orochimaru stepped quickly away from Itachi.

Itachi rubbed his eyes. Doors don't open or close on their own. There was no way. The door itself was weighted, and had shut behind him when he came in. Then that meant… oh God…

There was only one other option.

Someone had seen them.

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Gaara stared at the clock. It was seven fifteen. Kankuro was already locked in his bedroom, viciously typing away at his keyboard. Gaara, on the other hand, wasn't totally sure he wanted to do this. After all… what if Sasuke WAS on? And… what if Gaara said something embarrassing? Or, rather, typed something embarrassing… He shook his head.

“It's now or never,” he decided, typing the address into the bar, and pressing `Enter'. A moment later, a window popped up. The background was dark blue, and the loopy writing was white.

`The Snow Room.' That's what the writing said. `Click Here to Enter'. Gaara did. The next page had a bar for typing. The writing above it said, “What is your screen name? (Please do not use your real name.)” Okay. What would Gaara's screen name be?

He leaned back in his chair, and thought for a moment. He needed something… good. Something that related to him, but nothing too obvious.

It hit him like a bolt of lightning.

`Jeez, Gaara, what's with the eyes? You look like a raccoon!'

Gaara typed “Raccoon-Eyes” into the space, and pressed `Enter'. He waited, while the `Loading' symbol flashed across the screen. Then another page, this one white, with several lines of black writing across it.

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Fox-Boy: Yeah, I know! That assignment totally sucked.

Avenger: It was easy. I finished it in about five minutes.

Puppet-Master: Eh. Science is pretty easy, if you ask me. It's math that kills me.

Pure-As-Snow: Really? I like math.

>>> Raccoon-Eyes has entered the chat room <<<

Screwed-Up-Tape: Hello, Raccoon-Eyes.

Fox-Boy: Dude, what's up?

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Gaara frowned, and typed something in.

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Screwed-Up-Tape: Hello, Raccoon-Eyes.

Fox-Boy: Dude, what's up?

Raccoon-Eyes: Hi. What's everyone talking about?

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The response was immediate.

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Avenger: The assignment in science. It was ridiculous.

Raccoon-Eyes: Sofa king we Todd did.

Avenger: Hell yeah!

Fox-Boy: 0_0 What?

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Gaara burst out laughing.

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Avenger: Hell yeah!

Fox-Boy: 0_0 What?

Raccoon-Eyes: You had to be there.

Puppet-Master: I'm hungry.

The-Weasel: You're always hungry.

Puppet-Master: How do YOU know?

The-Weasel: I'm stalking you.

>>> Zabuza has entered the chat room<<<

Screwed-Up-Tape: Nice screen name, Zabuza.

Zabuza: Thank you.

Fox-Boy: Hey, does anyone know what a `hickey' is?

Zabuza: …

Screwed-Up-Tape: …

Avenger: -laughs-

>>> Clouds has entered the chat room <<<

Clouds: Someone doesn't know what a hickey is?

Fox-Boy: WHAT? WHAT IS IT?

Raccoon-Eyes: I feel sorry for you.

Clouds: How troublesome.

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Puppet-Master: Woah… It's midnight already!

The-Weasel: Oh dear, it is. Okay, I'm off. Thanks for everything, you guys.

Avenger: I'm outta here.

Puppet-Master: `Night.

>>> The-Weasel has left the chat room <<<

>>> Avenger has left the chat room <<<

>>> Puppet-Master has left the chat room <<<

Pure-As-Snow: That was weird. I'm gone, too. Thanks for coming, everyone!

Zabuza: Later.

>>>Pure-As-Snow has left the chat room <<<

>>> Zabuza has left the chat room <<<

Clouds: How troublesome.

>>> Clouds has left the chat room <<<

Fox-Boy: Okay, I'm tired. See ya, Raccoon. Screwed.

Raccoon-Eyes: Bye.

Screwed-Up-Tape: Later.

>>> Fox-Boy has left the chat room <<<

Screwed-Up-Tape: Okay, I'd better go too. See you, Raccoon Eyes.

Raccoon-Eyes: Bye.

>>> Screwed-Up-Tape has left the chat room <<<

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Gaara moved the mouse up to the top corner, where the `Sign Off' button was. He pressed it.

>>> Raccoon-Eyes has left the chat room <<<

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Itachi turned off his computer, went over, and sat down on his bed. He curled his knees up to his chest, and willed away the thoughts that were clawing their way into his skull.

Someone saw us. Someone saw us. Someone saw us.

Orochimaru had made him leave right after the door shut.

Someone saw us. SOMEONE SAW US! SOMEONE SAW US!

`Someone saw me with Orochimaru. This is bad. This is worse than bad. This is terrible.' Itachi swallowed hard. `Please God, oh PLEASE don't let this spread. I wish this wouldn't get out, oh GOD don't let this get out…'

If Itachi had seen then the events that would happen that day, he would have stayed home and feigned sickness again.

It really is a pity wishes don't come true.

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Kat: BAH! NERGLE! VERACIOUS!

Naruto: Problems, Boss Man?

Kat: I'm a GIRL! Ugh. I'm gonna have the next chapter up soon, possibly tonight. I have a really good idea. -kitty face- Huzzah! Please review, I worked my ass off on this chapter. - -

By the way, anyone who can correctly guess the true people behind the screen names gets a cookie. Some are easy, but some are a little tricky. Hope y'all know your fangirl Japanese…!