Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ From Here to Eternity ❯ Sting ( Chapter 43 )

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

This chapter is so totally dedicated to Dark Kunoichi for being kickass. Yeah. That's right. She ROCKS MY WORLD.

OMG! OMGOMGOMG!

700. SEVEN HUNDRED REVIEWS. HOLY. …COW!

Wow. Wow. Wow.

See Scapegoat. See Scapegoat in Writer Heavenâ„¢! XD I LOVE YOU ALL!

Kat: On a slightly darker note, I had a good chuckle at this one, everyone.

From: somebody that hates gay pairin

Chapter Reviewed: 1

Message: yo, exactly WTF?! is wrong with u?

u and a million other fucking retards making naruto and the other characters gay...

seriously, if u were a real naruto fan matching fucking naruto with neji would be so fucking wrong to u

but obviously ur just crazy insane and love making gay couples on the account of u making like 5 gay couples in this story...

and no, its JUST me theres millions of other readers out there that think gay couples ar just stupid and retarded..

FUCK U! stupid bitch..

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Kat: … Is this for real? Is someone screwing around out there or something? Ha ha, very funny… SERIOUSLY? This is… an actual review? OO

Karene: -bursts out laughing-

Soriko: … It burns my eyes.

Karene: `Fuck you'? -wiggles eyebrows- Is that an offer?

Kat: CONTROL YOURSELF! Honestly… I can't even reply to this. If you don't want to bother writing in a real language that I can understand, then be gone. And get a bigger vocabulary. I hear less F-bombs at school, for Christ's sake.

Besides… I have SIX gay pairings, thank-you-very-much. …SEVEN, if you count the new one. -chuckles evilly- Wait, wait, wait. Let's see… if we count exes, that makes… eight… nine… ten… then soon-to-be's makes eleven… Wow. At least eleven gay pairings. … I guess eleven and a half if you count one-sided… twelve and a half, pardon me. -coughs- Yeah… about that… YOUR MOM! -runs away-

Karene: -shakes head-

Kat: Well! I realized that I kind of forgot about Sasori and Deidara. -sweat- Sorry about that. I didn't really forget, I just kind of… needed a little while to reassess my goals for the pairing.

Karene: Way to improvise.

Kat: -grin- The “crazy insane” on says sankyuu. -bows- On yet ANOTHER note, I have two cold sores. This is not relevant, but I still feel the need to bitch about it.

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We all want to hold in the everlasting gaze!
Enchanted in the rapture of his sentimental sway!
But underneath the wheels lie the skulls of every cog,
The fickle fascination of an everlasting god!
You know I'm not dead!

~The Everlasting Gaze

Smashing Pumpkins

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“Nononononono I don't want it, San, I don't!”

“Yeah ya do… come on …”

“No, no, no! NO! JUST DON'T! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE!”

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Sasori woke up early on Sunday morning to the sounds of Yashamaru bustling about the kitchen before he left for work. Whatever work was.

He slowly sat up, pushing the blankets down away from his face, and took a deep breath, holding it before letting it out. He stepped out of the bed, knowing that he wouldn't get any more sleep after a dream like that, and left his bedroom.

“Good morning, Sleepy Head!” Yashamaru chirped, closing the refrigerator, and smiling. “It's eight o'clock… what're you doing up so early?”

Sasori shrugged, and sat down at the counter. “Couldn't get back to sleep,” he said, stifling a yawn.

“Well that's certainly good luck today! I decided to make some pancakes… They would have gotten cold if you'd slept any longer,” the blonde said displaying his spatula. “Would you like some?”

“Yeah. Sure,” Sasori said, smiling.

As Yashamaru fiddled with the stove, Sasori's mind seemed to drift in and out of focus.

`I haven't had a dream like that since… last year?' he thought, rubbing his eyes. `Hm. That's the last time I smoke those damn Cirvaras before bed…'

Suddenly, there was a loud crash, like the sound of a dish breaking. Then it happened again, and again. Then, a woman yelled something out, before a door slammed.

“Oh my,” Yashamaru murmured. “They're at it again.”

“What? Who's at it again?” Sasori asked. The sounds had come from

(Deidara's room)

across the hall.

“Whoever our neighbors are,” Yashamaru sighed. “They do that almost every morning, Sasori. My God, you could sleep through a hurricane, you know that?”

Sasori watched the door for a moment, before replying.

“Yeah. I guess I could.” Sasori went back to staring at the tile-and-mortar counter, his thoughts a jumbled mess. What he really needed right now was a cigarette. Or three.

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Yashamaru had gone, and Sasori was once again alone in the apartment. He cracked a window and had his cigarette (or three), and tried to reassess his train of thought.

Deidara hadn't spoken to him in days. Maybe it was a sign.

Or, then again, maybe it wasn't! Maybe he was just nervous, or something!

Or maybe he never wants to see me again.

Why would that be, though?

“Why would that be?” Sasori mumbled to himself, stamping out the cigarette against the underside of the frame before tossing it out the window.

Maybe he should go over and talk to Deidara. Just casual conversation, no prying questions, nothing other than `Hey, how ya doing?' Yeah. Maybe he should.

Sasori got to his feet, brushed off his shoulders, and walked over to the door. Ignoring the tugging feeling in the back of his mind urging him to stay put, he brushed out of the apartment and across the hall. Hesitating for a moment and a half, he knocked sharply on the door.

“Hey, Deidara? You home?”

Silence. Not a sound within the apartment. Sasori frowned, and knocked again, harder.

“Hello? Deidara, I know you're in there!”

Again, nothing by silence. Sasori sighed, and shrugged.

“So much for that,” Sasori muttered, before turning, and shuffling back to his own apartment, closing the door tightly behind him. Not a minute later, there was the sound of a door opening across the hall. It closed quickly, and someone scurried off down the stairs, and down the hall.

Sasori felt his insides boil with frustration.

“Fuck!” he snapped, for lack of a better term, before kicking an empty cardboard box. There were still boxes laying strewn about the apartment, gaping open and empty like hungry mouths. Sasori kicked the box again for good measure, before cramming shoes on his feet, and grabbing his sweatshirt. He was out the door before he realized what he was doing.

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Gaara woke up semi-early. Not too early, or else he would be tired. Not too late, or else he would be groggy. He put on plain jeans and a long-sleeved tee shirt, knowing that he would change later. He stepped out his bedroom door, and walked into the bathroom. He turned on the light, and closed the door. He opened the medicine cabinet, and pulled out the eyeliner. He didn't need too much right now… he sure as hell wouldn't be going ANYWHERE before five o'clock sharp.

Maybe he'd layer on more for his… date?

He found himself blushing at the thought.

`That's right. I'm going on a DATE. I'm going on a DATE with Sasuke Uchiha. Sorry, ladies,' he though, grinning. `That smokin' slice of man meat is TAKEN.'

He laughed, then almost stopped in shock, realizing that he had made a joke.

Gaara Kaze, making a joke. Armageddon must be upon us.

He set down the eyeliner, finished with his job, and picked up the small bottle of pills hidden behind the extra bar of soap. He opened the top, and turned the top down onto his palm.

Nothing came out.

“Oh… fuck,” he hissed, looking, spellbound, into the bottle. It was indeed empty. “Oh my God… Oh… shit.” He replaced the lid, and ran a hand through his hair, completely at a loss. “K-Kankuro! Can you please come in here?”

“What is it?” Kankuro called from his room.

“JUST COME IN HERE!” Gaara shrieked, the empty bottle slipping from his grip into the sink.

(ohgodohgodohgodohgod)

Kankuro came into the bathroom, slipping a pair of headphones from his ears to his neck, and ruffling his already messy dark brown hair. He frowned in confusion, and puzzlement.

“What is it?” he asked.

Gaara reached into the sink, and grabbed the empty bottle.

“It's… empty,” he said, his voice shaking. “It's empty, Kankuro, it's fucking empty!” All of the strength seemed to leave him, and he pressed his back up against the wall and slowly slid down to sit, breathing as slowly as he possibly could.

Kankuro's expression darkened. “Oh… shit.” He got down next to Gaara, and took the bottle from him, as if he needed physical evidence to prove his brother's ravings. “Oh my God, it is empty.”

“Uh-huh,” Gaara mumbled, drawing his legs up to his chest and tried not to panic.

(that's what set it off last time)

“How are they GONE?” Kankuro demanded, bringing a hand to his forehead, and closing his eyes in disbelief, before fixing Gaara with a bewildered stare. “I mean… why didn't you tell me you were getting low? I would have told the doctor to get a refill… Oh Christ…” He shook his head, and got to his feet, brushing off the knees of his dark blue pajamas. “Whatever you do, don't panic, okay?” he said. “I'm gonna go call the doctor… uh… yeah…”

With a frustrated groan, he left the bathroom, and hurried downstairs.

Gaara nodded, breathing deep. In through your nose, out through your mouth. In, out. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.

His tattoo was stinging again.

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“Deidara? Deidara! Dammit, Deidara, will you wait up?” Sasori called, elbowing his way past another pedestrian in an attempt to catch up to the blonde.

Deidara, who was walking with his head down, finally stopped, and turned. Sasori hurried over to him, and paused, taking a deep breath.

“Why are you avoiding me?” he snapped, pushing his hair out of his eyes. Deidara made a point to stare at the concrete sidewalk, and didn't say a word.

Sasori sighed, and crossed his arms. It was cloudy and foggy out that morning, with rain threatening to start pouring at any moment. There weren't as many people on the sidewalks now as there seemed to have been when Sasori left the apartment. Typical.

They were just outside the student housing of Konoha University, the windows of the dorm rooms still dark. Sasori couldn't help but wonder, which room would be his next year. He banished the thoughts of impending doom, and turned them back to the matter at hand.

He shook his head, and looked down at Deidara, feeling nothing but irritation toward the younger teen, despite how pathetic he looked.

“Deidara?” he said, trying to soften his tone. “Really. Is there a reason you don't want to talk to me?”

Deidara shook his head, and wrapped his arms around his own waist, looking very cold. Sasori almost wished he could just pick the smaller boy up and hold onto him until he was warm again. Almost.

“Oh. Well…” Sasori frowned, not sure what else to say. “I'll just be going, then.” He turned to walk back to the apartments, nonplussed, when suddenly…

“Wait! Sasori, wait, yeah!” Deidara grabbed the senior by his sleeve, his visible eye wide. “Please, please, just… wait…”

Sasori stopped dutifully, and spun slowly around to face Deidara.

“I… I don't want to avoid you…” Deidara said, dropping his hand. “I didn't want to, but… I just…” He bit his lip, and shook his head. “I'm sorry, yeah. I just… I freaked out, okay, yeah? I feel things, Sasori, things I've never felt for anyone but you, and… it scared me,” he admitted, shivering. “I'm so sorry, yeah. It was a terrible thing for me to do, but… I did it. And I'll never do it again, yeah.”

Sasori gave a slight smile. “Oh. Well… I suppose that's a good enough reason.”

“Sasori!” Deidara laughed, smiling brightly.

“Well… if it's any consolation,” Sasori murmured, bending a little closer to Deidara so that he could speak quietly. “I like you, too.”

Deidara blushed. “Really?” he asked.

“Really. Come on…” Sasori said, shuddering, as a gust of wind suddenly blew down the street, sending a wave of stray papers and dead leaves whirling up the walk. “Let's go back.”

“Yeah.” Deidara said with a smile. Then, he looked past Sasori, a dark frown on his face. “That guy's been watching us. It's freaking me out, yeah.”

“What guy?” Sasori asked, twisting around to get a better view. Standing on the front steps of the dorm building was…

Sasori felt his entire body seize up with shock. His eyes widened considerably, and he took an involuntary step backwards.

“Oh God.”

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“… and Wednesday is Dosuke and Liana's dinner party. I hope you've all got some nice clothes to wear,” Heisuke Uchiha said firmly, before taking another bite of his toast.

“Huh?” Itachi said numbly, glancing up from his book, `The Lord of the Flies'.

“Yes, what are you talking about, dear?” Keiko asked, her forehead creasing. “I don't remember you saying anything about a dinner party.”

“It's not until Wednesday,” Heisuke said, shaking his head. “Remember? That family reunion we go to every year?”

“Oh. Oh!” Keiko said, her eyes widening with realization. “Your brother's party! Of course… silly me,” she said with a small laugh, before going back to the newspaper. She gently brushed a lock of dark black hair behind her ear, and shook her head.

Sasuke, meanwhile, remained silent, staring at his eggs. He had woken up that morning and realized that he hadn't told Father what his plans were that night. He swallowed.

If Father said no, he would be screwed. Heisuke's word was law in the Uchiha household. He risked a glance at Mother. She would be little to no help in the situation. Itachi was out of the question. Looked like he was on his own.

“Father?” he said timidly, looking over to Heisuke. “Would it be all right if I went to the movies tonight? A friend and I already had plans, but I forgot-“

Heisuke slowly looked over to his younger son, and grinned. “Is it a girl, Sasuke?” he asked, almost laughing.

“Uh… no,” Sasuke said, his voice shaking slightly. Itachi frowned, and looked over the brim of his book, suddenly interested in the conversation. “N-Not a girl.”

“Ha! I knew it. You got yourself a girlfriend, didn't you, my boy?” Heisuke said, clapping Sasuke on the shoulder. “Wouldn't be that Haruno girl, would it? She's had her eye on you forever!”

Sasuke almost felt sick at the thought. He shrugged, and forced a smile.

`Just say yes… say `Yes'…!' Sasuke thought, silently praying to whatever gods were listening that his father would comply.

“Of course you can go,” Heisuke said, going back to his food. “Itatchi'll drive you, won't you, Itachi?”

“Certainly,” Itachi said, without missing a beat.

Sasuke sighed, and took a bite of eggs.

(guilt)

He immediately wished he could tell his father the truth.

No, Dad! I'm going to the movies with a BOY! A BOY whom I LIKE!

Yeah. Right. That was going to happen.

Sasuke glanced over at Itachi, who was watching him carefully over the edge of his book. Sasuke glared, and Itachi went back to reading.

“I'm finished,” Sasuke said, before standing up from the table.

“You've hardly touched your breakfast, dear,” Keiko said, looking up from the paper.

“Not hungry,” Sasuke murmured, before leaving the dining room, and hurrying upstairs to his own room.

(liar liar pants on fire)

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