Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Taking Your Life Back ❯ Kissing in the Snow ( Chapter 6 )

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I glanced over at him for a moment. He really did look horrible, with his abnormally sad eyes staring down at his foot, which was kicking at imaginary dirt. The mall was bustling with life, new and old, and if that didn't apply to the close approach of New Years, I don't know what would.

 

“...There's something wrong.”

 

He jerked his head up to me, looking over my unusually stiff body. The way he was...I couldn't be casual. I kept up my wall, narrowing my eyes.

 

“...What happened at your apartment?”

 

He smiled. I cringed.

 

“...I thought I had some money, you know? I was planning on saving up for you, to get you something, but I guess I can't can I?” he took a pause to let out a horrifyingly sad laugh before continuing, “...And here we are at the mall, with nothing for me to do but see all the things I couldn't get you...And fuck, I was the one who told you to come here with me!”

 

His tilted head tilted even further to the right, his rosy lips upturning even more so.

 

“...I'm sorry, Sasuke! How about I get you something REALLY good for New Years, okay? I don't have much, but it's the thought, right?”

 

I dropped my bag on the floor, staring at him. He blinked at me.

 

“...What's wrong Sasuke?”

 

I was embracing him so tightly; I swear I broke a few of his ribs. He whined against my shoulder, the vibrations meeting my ear. I glanced over at him, and his bright blue eyes were suddenly full of tears.

 

I was taken aback. Of course, I was! He was crying in public, dismissing the fact that we were hugging in public too. There weren't many people anyway; just a few, and even then, they weren't paying attention. I slowly edged our ways to a secluded hallway leading to an exit. His hands clutched tightly to the front of my jacket as he cried silently, his shoulders shaking violently against me. I chose this time to snake a hand into his hair, and another to the small of his back. He was grateful. I could tell by the way he pressed further against me, his face hidden from the world in my jacket.

 

The fingers in his hair rubbed against his scalp, eliciting a hiccup, the first sound I had heard from him. He made no further noise, but his shaking became erratic. I slowly began my descent to the ground letting my knees buckle willingly while his gave out from stress. He lay against my chest, my bent legs keeping him even closer. I kissed his temple, and he let out a soft cry of either annoyance or in thanks. My fingers began stroking behind his ears, and it was then that he began to sob. The noises irked me to the point where I would do ANYTHING to stop those horrid noises. I kissed the side of his head again, combing fingers through blonde.

 

“Shh, don't do that, Naruto...” I whispered. He closed his mouth, but now the shaking started up again. I pulled him up closer, legs around him, and hands stroking to comfort.

 

“Don't cry, Naruto...” my soft voice assured. He let out a miserable cough, followed by a hiccup. I put a nose in his hair, breathing in the huskily sweet smell of Naruto.

 

“...I don't know what's wrong, but I'll do anything to fix it...”

 

His breath hitched momentarily. I would have called out his name to see why he was so surprised, or what he was thinking, but he just started up in an even more pitiful rush of tears.

 

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We went home immediately after he was deemed able to walk. He had stopped crying...Eventually. Though he was a man, and a man's pride usually gets to them to NOT cry in a terrible situation, it was like he didn't have any pride left. But this was Naruto, who you couldn't categorize in any way whatsoever...There's something different about him...And that's one of the true reasons why I like him.

 

On our way home, he didn't look at me once. His reddened eyes chose the dashboard of my car as its focus, not even sparing me a glance. I slumped into the cushioned seats, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding. As stressful as the situation was, I wouldn't take it out on him. This was his way of venting, this is mine.

 

“...Keeping secrets from me won't get you far in my book...” I hummed out lowly. He didn't move, didn't breath, didn't even blink. I was beginning to get worried about his mental stability.

 

“...Why don't you just tell me?” I looked over at him, and he still wouldn't spare me my whim.

 

“...Because it would ruin your Christmas...” he finally said, his voice raspy from his throated sobbing earlier. I narrowed my eyes.

 

“...It's your Christmas too, stupid!”

 

He finally looked over at me, his pitifully sore-looking eyes tearing through me, like I had just crossed the line. But it was his Christmas too, right? His blonde hair drooped over his face, loosing its spiky nature to his depression. I felt horrible for a reason I had no idea about.

 

He turned away from me, and we lost that spark that flickered every time our eyes met. I punched the steering wheel lightly, trying not to draw his attention. I doubt it did, though, and through seething teeth, I turned a corner sharply, pulling into a random abandoned parking lot. He looked over at me, and blinked. I looked over at him, and glared.

 

“Tell me. Right now,” I demanded.

 

He slumped into his seat, his shoulders shrugged up in a sort of defense.

 

“...I'm not fucking kidding Naruto. Tell me.” I seethed even more, maybe a hiss evident in my voice, even. He leaned away, fingering the door handle. I quickly locked the door and pulled up the convertible covering. I leaned in closer, and I realized he was ever so slightly shaking.

 

I was scaring him.

 

“...Naruto-”

 

“No, I want to go ho...”

 

He stopped all of a sudden, and I would have questioned, but his head hit the dashboard as he slumped forward out of his seat, shoulders still trembling.

 

“Naruto, are you okay?” I called out. I didn't want to touch him, because he might run away. I stayed there for a moment, wondering what he was going to do next, and it paid off, because he then looked at me. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his now sorrowful blue eyes bore through me.

 

“...Why'd you want me over for Christmas?”

 

I stared at him widely. But after a minute, my heartbeat slowed and I calmed down leaning over him. He looked like he wanted to scoot away, but the way his eyes flashed, he wanted me too. I cupped his cheek and kissed him, gentle fingers smoothing down his hair. He didn't struggle, and that was only a sign for me to keep going. My hand found its way to the nape of his neck, tickling the hair coming down in jagged angles. He finally put his hand against the dashboard to steady himself. Our tongues danced erotically to a song both of us knew too well. I slipped a hand over his shoulder before pulling it back and letting it dive into his shirt. He moaned timidly in appreciation.

 

The clicking of seat belts was heard and we snapped from our stupor.

 

We stared at each other for a moment, contemplating. It was getting hot and heavy to both our displeasure. I wanted our first time to be special, not crammed up in my car. Lust could wait.

 

He smiled softly as he clicked his seat belt back on, as did I with more of haste. His face had turned an adorable pink during our escapades. I was more than likely sporting the same color, but I bet I didn't look cute like he did.

 

He coughed nervously, asking me to pull up the convertible's roof. It really was getting hot in there, so I complied.

 

“...I'm sorry, Sasuke,” he said under his breath. I cleared my throat, face still flushed.

 

“...Don't be, I started it,” I admitted it. He shook his head.

 

“...That's not what I meant!”

 

I would have questioned, but the smile on his perfect face left me without a single coherency.

 

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On our way home, it had begun to snow, and along with it, the restlessness began to affect Naruto in the worst way. He began bouncing in the seat and squealing as he reached for the sky. I had tried to roll up the roof, but he wouldn't let me, telling me I should enjoy these moments before they're gone. I hadn't understood what he had said right then, but later on, I would.

 

As I pulled up into the garage, Naruto practically flew out of the car, diving into the snow covering my lawn. I locked it up, and over the cloth roof, I watched his childish nature play out before me. He was rolling in it, despite the fact that he had suffered a high fever only 3 days ago caused by snow. Not like he cared...Or remembered, really. But to see him like this melted away any doubts, any troubling thoughts about things to come, or why he had broken down in the mall, or why he was so scared of me, or why he was so sad only an hour ago and not now, and how much of an influence he was on me. Questions not wanting to be discussed or answered, and questions I didn't really intend on or expected getting. He was here; I was here; we were here. And that in it just made everything perfect.

 

A snowball met my right temple, and my head was forced to tilt to the left. I glanced over at him, crouching in the snow with a wide smile on his boyish face. A similar ball of snow was being tossed in the air repeatedly, a taunting gesture. I began to walk toward him, a swagger in my step, and it was then that he panicked. With a brave face, he threw the snowball at me, hitting me full in the face. I inhaled sharply, freeze attacking my tender skin. I heard him gasp lightly, and the light slap of a hand over a mouth. I couldn't really do anything, at this point. I could see, barely heard, and I didn't have the will to wipe the white from my face.

 

But he instead did it for me.

 

Small tan hands dusted the snow away lightly, not meaning to do anymore damage. He patted at my ebony bangs, getting the frost out. Finally the snow was removed from my eyes, letting me see another pair, yet these were blue and held a tone of apology.

 

“...Why didn't you dodge that? It was a lame throw anyway,” he mumbled softly, dusting my cold pale cheeks with warm tan fingers. I let my lips upturn as he touched them lightly.

 

“...Well, I wouldn't get you in a moment like this, now would I?” his face immediately exploded with red, his fingers shaky.

 

“...Th-that's a stupid reason!” he stuttered out with embarrassment. I brought a hand up to his face running a lone finger along his jaw line.

 

“...Is it really?” I asked under my breath, which could be seen in little puffs of white from the cold. His did the same.

 

“...Yeah...It's real stupid...” he whispered as he stood on his tip-toes to reach up to me in a poor impersonation of height expansion. His rosy lips met my pale frozen ones in a warm connection that only made the moment even more beautiful. Tongues clashed and fingers laced in a way one could only describe as love.

 

And we stood out there until our feet began to freeze off and out lips began to stick in a mostly unpleasant way. He dragged me inside, both of us with the need to warm ourselves.

 

Exchanging body heat was our top priority.