Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Taking Your Life Back ❯ Homeless ( Chapter 5 )

“...How fucking long were you out there, Naruto?!”

 

“I don't know -Achoo- like...2 or 3 hours, -Achoo- I think!”

 

My head met the soft comforter angrily, a growl of a sigh escaping my mouth.

 

“...Naruto...”

 

“What?! -Achoo- I've gone through worse, -Achoo- you stupid jerk!”

 

I looked up at him to stare at his red face and watering eyes, a hand over his mouth as he sneezed blankly.

 

“...Naruto...How are you doing?”

 

“Just great -Achoo- you bastard!”

 

“...No...I mean about...Yesterday...”

 

“...Oh...” is all he said. We sat there in silence, not even his sneezes interrupting.

 

“...I...um...I-I...”

 

I narrowed my eyes.

 

“...It doesn't matter...” my husky voice said. He jerked in my bed.

 

“What do you mean it doesn't -Achoo- matter?! Do you think it's fun messing with me like that?! That was my first-”

 

I shot up from my comfortable place beside him as he slapped a hand over his mouth. I stared down at him.

 

...Seriously?

 

“...I was...That was your...”

 

“Yes!”

 

I didn't move. His eyebrows were furrowed in such a sad way, my stomach churned. With another fleeting look, he pulled the comforter over his head and turned away while I just watched. At this point, I had no idea what to do.

 

...So I was his first kiss...?

 

With a boy, none the less.

 

I'd be sulking too...

 

...But I seriously doubt that's the reason...

 

I heard a choked sneeze, and I loosened myself up to the point where I slid down to the bed, it adjusting to the added weight. He shifted away, and I only pressed a palm down next to his head, leaning over his curled body. I slowly pulled the blanket away with little protest to unveil the sad and confused face of Naruto. I smiled with narrowed eyes.

 

“...Did you like it...?”

 

His face immediately turned a crimson that rivaled the very color in brightness. His eyes didn't meet mine, his finding the wall more interesting. I smiled wider.

 

“...I can do it again, if you want...”

 

At this point, he was squirming under me as if trying to get me off, but I couldn't really tell with his eyes still being distant. He finally turned his head forward, looking into my coal eyes, and in turn, his own darkened. He looked so unsure of everything, like I would murder him if he didn't do things right.

 

“...You aren't messing with me...Are you...?”

 

My eyebrows rose gradually at his question.

 

“...What do you mean?”

 

“...You aren't playing around with me, right? ...This isn't just a joke?”

 

My eyebrows creased worriedly.

 

“...Why would I do that?”

 

He grew nervous all of a sudden, squirming and stuttering.

 

“I...Y-You know...I...I...R-Really really l-li-”

 

As soon as he realized what I was doing, he shut up and let me kiss him. It was quiet and timid, just like last time, or, the first time. He grasped onto my shirt, rolling the fabric through fingers shakily while I stroked his hair softly. We disconnected slowly, his eyes showing contentment. I flipped through his hair swiftly now, resting my head on his collarbone.

 

“...I really like you too, Naruto...”

 

He was fast asleep before I even said his name.

 

---

 

I opened my eyes to see him looming over me curiously. I scrunched up my face and turned away to continue sleeping, but he wouldn't let me with that hand stroking my cheek. I blinked slowly and inhaled sharply, stretching.

 

“...What? What time is it? How long have I been sleeping?”

 

“Um, I thought I should wake you up, it's 11:46 AM, and you've been sleeping for 3 days.”

 

I jerked to attention, loosing all drowse.

 

“...What...?”

 

“...It's Christmas Eve...”

 

I pushed him off roughly and threw myself out of the bed, tripping over the blanket to fall face first. Sasuke pulled me to a standing position, but my knees buckled under me, so he had to snake an arm around my chest to keep me up.

 

“You can't just jump up from 3 days of sleep and expect to walk, you fool.”

 

“But tomorrow's Christmas, and I haven't gotten you a present!”

 

He stayed silent, and I squirmed.

 

“I need to go to my apartment to get my wallet! Come on! Let me go!”

 

He let go, and I found the strength to stand. Grabbing my ratty old shoes, I glanced over at him with a smile.

 

“...Why don't you drive me there?”

 

“But you could WALK to your apartment, it's so close.” He answered coldly.

 

“But I want to be with you, Sasuke-kun!”

 

I only started to make a kissy face when he punched me in the shoulder and pushed me out of his room. I grinned at him over my shoulder.

 

“So is that a yes?”

 

Sasuke only scowled.

 

---

 

I bolted up those stairs like an Olympic sprinter. I hit the creaking step and tripped, skidding on the floor only to reach my room. Standing and dusting my knees off, I turned the knob.

 

Or atleast tried to.

 

“What the-”

 

I pulled out my house keys and tried to unlock it, but it jammed.

 

...Or someone had changed the lock.

 

“...You knew I would come for the rent today, didn't you?”

 

I turned to my landlord who was leaning against the wall casually, inspecting his thin cigarette. I ground my teeth together and narrowed my eyes.

 

“...You know I don't have the money.”

 

“Ohohoho, but that wasn't what your wallet told me.”

 

I stared at him with my mouth hung open.

 

“...You went through my stuff?!?”

 

“Had to. You're two months past rent due. And your wallet was quite fat when I got to it...I'll be taking that as a consolation,” his silkily murderous voice echoed before taking another drag, letting the smoke blow in my face. My eyes watered and I coughed, waving the fumes away with my hand.

 

“...Well, why'd you change the locks?”

 

Another drag.

 

Exhalation.

 

Silence.

 

“Because I'm kicking you out, dumb ass.”

 

I let go of the knob to stare at him nervously.

 

“...Who in their fucking mind would kick someone out on Christmas Eve, you asshole?!?”

 

“I would, thank you. You're just a little punk, and I need the space for people who can actually afford to live here.”

 

“...Well then, where is my stuff?!”

 

“Threw it out.”

 

“WHAT?!?! YOU FUCKING-”

 

His forearm pressed against my windpipe as he slammed me against the wall. His cigarette had turned to ash and was forgotten, but the smoke in his mouth remained until he blew it in my face. I choked.

 

“Shut up, you little punk. I can do whatever I want, so deal with it. Not like any of that junk had sentimental value. Oh, except for this...”

 

He pulled a picture from his pocket, and I realized just what it was. In my breathlessness, I reached for it shakily.

 

“...P-Please...!”

 

“Ah, ah, ah! Will you put up any more trouble?”

 

I coughed hastily, my lungs shriveling as I kicked out to try and breathe.

 

“N-No!! I P-Promise! Haa!”

 

He slipped the picture into my jeans pocket along with my now empty wallet, patting it in a proud gesture. And with a smile, he let go.

 

“Now get the fuck out,” he whispered before hauling me up by my collar and shoving me towards the stairs. I coughed and stroked my neck to try and get my breathing steady as I walked down the stairs and toward a casual Sasuke. He straightened as he saw me, looking me over.

 

“What happened?”

 

“Nothing. Turns out I didn't have any money anyway!”

 

“Dobe, even if you had money, I wouldn't care. I don't need a present.”

 

“I know, I just...You know, it's tradition!”

 

“...What's wrong with your neck?”

 

“What?”

 

“It's all red.”

 

“Oh it's nothing!”

 

“...Dobe...”

 

“Hey, let's go to the mall or something!”

 

“...Why?”

 

“To look around of course!”

 

“But you don't have any money.”

 

“But that's why I have YOU with me!”

 

He smirked at my stupidity as we drove off, forgetting the entire subject.