Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Taking Your Life Back ❯ Time Spent Together ( Chapter 3 )

I woke the next morning with a mouthful of flesh...Not really a good way to start a day, especially a Saturday. But turning over ever so slightly, I saw him.

 

He looked even more perfect sleeping. His hateful eyes were hidden under peaceful eyelids, and his mouth was tilted open in a childish way, small puffs of warm breath hitting my face. He had his arm thrown carelessly over me, it covering my mouth, and his hands curling in my hair. What was I, a teddy bear?

 

I softened at the realization of what I really was...Probably the first person to ever sit in that passenger seat...First person to sleep in this bed other than the owner himself...And the first person to ever really get under his skin...

 

I pressed a hand over his forearm and closed my eyes.

 

I guess I could like this Uchiha bastard...He has his moments...

 

One of those moments was coming up as he scooted even closer, if possible, breathing into my neck. I shivered violently and suppressed a groan.

 

...Okay, what the fuck?!

 

Taking in a deep breath, he finally opened his eyes to me. And with that awkward moment in play, we lay there, each in each other's arms, staring at each other with wide eyes, silence. After a short while, he threw himself off me, rolled over quickly, and toppled off the bed with a cry. I wanted to laugh hysterically, but instead, I leaned over the edge to look down at his tangled body.

 

“Hey, are you okay, Sasuke?” I called out. He untangled his limbs from the blanket, threw it at my head, and stalked over to the bathroom, slamming the door.

 

I lay there blankly, raising an unseen eyebrow to myself.

 

...Well, THAT was interesting...

 

I made the bed quickly and made my way downstairs. But instead of taking the stairs like a regular person would,

 

I took the banister.

 

I've always wanted to ride down a banister the way kids do in movies. Well, atleast the ones that involve mansions, that is.

 

I settled myself at the top of the slick wood railing, and letting my hands free, I glided down the stairs effortlessly. Unfortunately, it was A LOT faster than I expected, and reaching the end, I went sailing through the air...

 

...Right into Itachi's arms.

 

His right hand immediately locked under my knees while his left supported my back. A strange smile crossed his lips, and I grew frightened.

 

“Well! Flying at me is one way to get my attention...You could have made it simpler...”

 

He was slowly leaning into me, and I was slowly leaning back. He only smiled wider, and I suppressed a cry of fear.

 

“...Tough one, aren't you? I'm going to have to fix that...”

 

He almost kissed me, but I put up my hands to his face, pushing him away.

 

“Wh-What the fuck a-are you trying to do?! Stop!” I was shaking at this point. Truly, I had never felt so helpless in my entire life. He was trying to get me in his bed!

 

“C'mon, Naruto-kun...Don't play so hard to get,” he shifted me so I was forced to lock my heels at the base of his spine, wrapping my legs around his waist. His pale hands were edging their way up my shirt, cold unwanted fingers rubbing against my flesh. I whined out loudly and pushed back harder.

 

“I SAID STOP!”

 

“ITACHI!”

 

The shout I heard was so uplifting, I wish I could just sprout wings and fly away, because I felt saved. I loosened, my body going limp beyond even my control, as I looked up at those midnight eyes that didn't hold a horrifying lust for me, but anger towards the one who did. Itachi let me down to the floor smoothly, and I collapsed to the floor like my legs were noodles. Itachi said nothing to Sasuke, and Sasuke said nothing to Itachi. It was just a glare-off. Itachi must have found the situation stupid, because he huffed, stuffed his hands into his pockets in a very Uchiha-like way, and walked away. Sasuke stood there silently, and my shaking body was left for myself to gain control of. It wasn't that easy, as my shaking still wouldn't stop.

 

“...Are you okay, Naruto?”

 

“...Ye...Yeah...Th-thanks...”

 

We sat and stood there in silence for a few silent minutes until he finally thought it the perfect time to help me up to my feet. I grasped onto his elbows tightly as I stood shakily.

 

“...So...um...Y-You're brother-”

 

“Don't ever be alone with him.”

 

“...What?”

 

“When you're here, always stay with me.”

 

I wasn't stupid. I knew that he was starting to like me,

 

Just how I was starting to like him back.

 

I smiled with a devilish softness that made him scowl, jerking his arms away.

 

“...Don't get any funny ideas either, stupid. I don't like you.”

 

He turned to storm into the kitchen, while I followed swiftly, my grin not dissipating.

 

“...Sure, Sasuke-kun. Whatever you say...”

 

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Fall turned to Winter faster than I expected, or faster than I wanted. Christmas break was already on my heels, and really, as much as I hated school,

 

I think I hated Christmas more.

 

“Naruto...”

 

I turned to him, peeking over from behind my blue locker.

 

“What?”

 

“I...What are you doing?”

 

“I was- AHHH!”

 

My locker decided to throw out every single thing I kept in it on to me, and I went toppling to the ground, crushed under books and papers of all varieties. I blew the papers in front of my face away with a violent gust of breath so I could see the towering figure stuff his hands into his pockets roughly and raise an eyebrow at me.

 

“...Do you EVER organize?” Sasuke asked. I grinned.

 

“Nope!”

 

He bent down to pick up a paper, flipping through it casually. He stopped abruptly, staring down at me.

 

“...This paper was due in August of LAST YEAR.”

 

“Oooh! I was wondering what happened to that!”

 

He casually lent me a hand, pulling me from the wreckage, papers scattering even further. He pulled over a trash can, and began shoveling all the papers in.

 

“What the fuck are you doing?!” I cried out, pulling on his arm to stop.

 

“All of this is junk, I bet. I'm cleaning it up for you, so atleast pretend to be grateful.”

 

I crossed my arms in a huff, putting my books away neatly.

 

“...Asshole...” I muttered. He threw a book at me, and I collapsed to the ground again while sporting a new black and blue.

 

“ARG. You're even a bigger asshole now!”

 

He didn't deny it. In fact, he grinned the entire time we were cleaning.

 

When we finished, he closed the locker for me by leaning a hand against it, almost catching my fingers. I flinched back and stared up at his looming form, realizing I was trapped between the locker and Sasuke.

 

“...What?” I questioned timidly. He looked really serious.

 

“...What are you doing for Christmas?”

 

I slouched my shoulders and glanced away.

 

I was hoping I wouldn't have a mention Christmas at all.

 

“...I don't celebrate Christmas...”

 

“...Why not?” God, stop questioning me!

 

“Look, is that all you wanted to ask?!” I hissed. He wasn't taken aback in the least, really, and only looked more determined to find out my reasoning.

 

He slowly let me free, and flinging my backpack over my shoulder, I trudged away. And just when I thought I was home free, he called out.

 

“...Will you come over for Christmas then?”

 

I stopped so suddenly, I almost fell over. Jerking my head over to him, he held his usual Uchiha pose; hands in pockets, narrow eyes refusing to meet yours, and head turned away. I stared at him with a loose jaw, words refusing to come to me.

 

...You want to spend Christmas...With me...?

 

“...I...Wh-what?”

 

“...You don't have to if you have something better to do...”

 

I didn't reply. I just watched him. He seemed nervous in a way I can't fully describe, a nervousness that made me feel warm.

 

I smiled.

 

“...If that's what you want, Sasuke...”

 

He nodded lowly, still refusing to look at me.

 

“...Okay then...See you later...”

 

“...See you...”

 

I nodded off another bright smile before swiftly making my way out the door.

 

And I left him standing alone in the hallway with a calm look of victory in his eyes.