Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Taking Your Life Back ❯ Don't Call Me: I'll Call You ( Chapter 22 )

Hey, `sup ya'll! Thanks for all the reviews for last chapter. Almost all of you were telling me about how your schools would really do that to gays. My school, I think you'd get beat up for NOT being gay XD I'm serious. You should see the boys at my school, they all look like girls! They wear miniskirts and high heels and eye shadow! You'd probably think that's creepy, but at my school, a guy wearing a miniskirt is about as usual as you get x3 Oh man. I'm so glad I go to an art school. Everyone paints like crazy and goes around doing dumb shit. Is it really a school? Not really! XD Thanks again, ENDING THIS MOTHERFUCKER SOOOOON.

 

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Being away from school did not make things much better.

 

My brother was having a party.

 

...He bought a keg too.

 

Beer bottles littered the ground, as did the unconscious party goers. We had gotten home late, as my car had been surrounded by idiots, and I could barely get in it. Naruto hadn't talked to me since that morning, and it left me to hold his hand and treat him as nicely as I could. I had flung the door open to them, and only a few turned their heads to me seeing as the music was blasting from the stereo in the vast living room, and most people hadn't heard the door, obviously. Naruto freaked, of course, attempting to jerk his hand out of mine and run. I held it tightly and led him inside reluctantly. He didn't make a sound, as I pushed my way through the crowd in my own house to find my stupid brother.

 

I found him easily, as he was up next to the...

 

...DJ...

 

I stopped for a moment as I thought about everything. How come I hadn't heard of such a party, as he was spending big bucks on DJs and kegs? Why hadn't he warned me, the stupid jerk?

 

I continued, and as he spied me, a bright smile appeared on his pale sinister face.

 

“Little brother! There you are!” he called out to me over the booming bass, gesturing his black-painted nails to come toward. I glared at him, but complied shifting through bodies to come upon him. His smile only grew brighter, and I decided now was the time to explode.

 

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” I screamed. He blinked as he hiccupped lightly.

 

“I'm having a party, what does it look like?” he answered with a coo. I gritted my teeth at his flirting ignoring gestures across the crowd, and I squeezed Naruto's hand to the point where he yelped in pain.

 

“YOU FUCKER, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?” Naruto flinched at the volume, putting a lone hand over an ear to quench it. Itachi grinned again and stole up the microphone, pointing to the DJ to turn up the volume. Putting his mouth over it, I mouthed a “don't”. The music stopped abruptly as he took a long breath. Naruto squinted his eyes as tightly as he could, seeing as he knew what was happening. Before I could press a hand over his stupid mouth, he spilled it.

 

“I'D LIKE YOU ALL TO MEET MY LITTLE BROTHER SASUKE AND HIS BOYFRIEND NARUTO!!!!”

 

The crowd of guests clapped and threw out cat-calls loudly, all seeming to be out of it, or they could all be gay, knowing my brother. Then again, they could all just be excessively drunk. I took the latter, as I stared at my brother angrily. Naruto eyed the crowd wearily, and I punched my brother in the shoulder with a hiss. He laughed into the mic, whistling as the music returned, louder than before. My shouts of protest dissolved with the beat of the hard techno, as it seemed, and Naruto stood staring at me widely. After a moment, I realized this conversation was over, and dragging Naruto behind me, I stomped up to my room. Flinging the door open, I came upon two idiots making out, on my fucking bed, of all things. They scrambled off my bed as quickly as they could, hair disheveled and clothes hanging from shoulders. They ran out giggling and I stormed into my room to rip the blanket off and throw it near the dirty clothes basket. Naruto stood in the doorway motionless. I calmed down quickly, breathing slowing, and a hand combing through my hair. I dropped my arms to my sides to show him my defenselessness as I spoke.

 

“...Come on, Naruto,” I whispered, motioning for him to come forward. He stepped toward me timidly, head directed at the floor, fingers curling in his hands nervously. His cheeks were flushed in embarrassment and low self-esteem. I stepped forward to take dominance, but he only stepped away.

 

“Naruto, talk to me,” I said calmly. His lips remained shut, twitching in their under use. I knew he wouldn't talk to me, but atleast it was worth a try. I sighed and stepped forward, and this time he didn't step away. I trailed my pale hands down his long sleeves before wedging them under his elbows and hugging his waist. He blinked at me, and I let out another breathy sigh.

 

“...Then I'll just try tomorrow,” I told him, kissing his forehead. He flinched only lightly, but gripping his lovely hips tighter, I tossed him onto the blanket-less bed. He gave a tiny yelp because clenching his lips shut again. I ruffled his hair before turning away and heading for the door. I glanced over at him.

 

He was on hands and knees now, facing me to mouth out my name on silent lips, calling me back. But he stopped suddenly, slowly sitting back onto my bed, propped up on my over fluffed pillows, watching me sadly as I left.

 

“...Get some rest, I know you need some,” I called out as I walked down the stairs. I didn't expect an answer, and of course, I didn't get one. I walked out into the party again. I was slowly regaining my rage and pushing my way violently through the drunkards, I stole away the microphone on the DJ's turn tables, flipping the volume to near maximum.

 

“ALL OF YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!!!”

 

The music stopped, and my audience groaned out protests. I quelled those protests with more cursing ushering them out with my loud voice. As they emptied out, I let the DJ clean up his equipment, and heading to the kitchen, I poured forth the anger on my brother. He was sitting up on the counter tonguing with the fish man Kisame. I let it go on for a short moment before the moans began, and then picking up a beer bottle; I shot it out at his head only to have it shatter against the tile wall beside them. They jerked up to attention at the broken glass shards landing with clangs next to Itachi and the hand propping Kisame against him. I huffed loudly, and Itachi leaned to the wall to smile, as Kisame stared at me.

 

“...Yes, little brother?” he purred, hands tangled in Kisame's loose shirt. I growled loudly, and Kisame shifted away from Itachi, only to be pressed closer to the said man.

 

“...What the hell is your problem? You know what Naruto's feeling, so why aggravate it?” I questioned. He giggled with a shrug, and Kisame sighed.

 

“I was just bored I guess. Or drunk. Either one is plausible. Which one do you like better, little brother?” he sounded seriously drunk, as I put it. But I didn't answer his stupid question.

 

“Will you just shut up and answer me?” Itachi hiccupped, and I knew I wasn't going to get what I asked for.

 

“I just thought you two were so cute, I couldn't help myself! Naruto should get over it, it isn't so big!”

 

I stood there staring at him, shaking with fury. He smiled wider, and Kisame gulped audibly, not wanting to be in the middle of this family feud. He was smart to come to that conclusion.

 

“You stupid asshole, you have no fucking heart!!” I screamed. He frowned, shifting his nimble pale legs around Kisame's hips.

 

“Oh believe me, little brother, if I had no heart, I would have thrown you out of this house in a second. I would have fucked Naruto for all his worth, and hey, consent wouldn't have passed my mind at all. Like that theory?”

 

I glared widely at him, shaking still. His smile aggravated me further, and with his tongue flicking out from his rosy lips to a flushed Kisame, he continued.

 

“...So why don't you run back to your little fuck-buddy and let me have peace, for once? Or I might just go up there myself.”

 

He smiled again, and I was already gone.

 

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She was folding clothes when I came upon her. She was still in our school's uniform, and I dared not sneak an obvious peek of her black illustrious panties. I leaned against the door frame with my casual crossed arms, watching as she hummed sweetly in her work.

 

“...I hear you've accepted,” I questioned. I had heard it from Kiba, the loud mouth. She turned only slightly to acknowledge me, but returned to her work by flapping a shirt violently in the air before folding it neatly. I waited for an answer, and I would have asked again or dropped it, but she set down the shirt with a pat and looked over at me with the blue eyes that ran in my accursed family. She smiled sinisterly.

 

“...And what if I did?” she asked with a purr to her voice. I shrugged lightly.

 

“...Just wondering I guess.”

 

She huffed angrily before swinging away with a monstrous flip of her tiny skirt to unveil the panties again, in which I had to clench my eyes shut for a moment. I opened them a moment later, indifferent, to watch her do the laundry, and to not eye her round ass. I had warned her about that damn skirt, and she's usually the one who's motherly, but she wouldn't listen at all. She told me it gives her dominance over men as well as a gentle breeze. I scowled at the thought.

 

“...Beat him up, Gaara?” was all I heard. I blinked.

 

“What?” I asked. She smiled.

 

“Are you going to beat him up, Gaara?” I grunted and turned away.

 

“Shikamaru? No. He'd run off and hide anyway.”

 

I glanced at her to see her calloused yet dainty hands upon her firm curved hips, frowning the frown I had dreaded my entire life. My lips clenched shut in submission to her, as I knew what she was capable of when it came to bodily harm. Her baby blue eyes twinkled.

 

“He may be lazy, but he isn't a coward. He'll probably be the one beating you up, if you aren't careful, pipsqueak.”

 

My teeth clenched angrily to curse her birth and height, but a heavy hand fell on my head, and a broad smile was brought to Temari's face. My green eyes jerked up to meet similar green, and I frowned at Kankuro's big grin.

 

“...Sassing back to Temari, are you, pipsqueak?” he questioned gruffly. I smacked his hand off quickly, but he only pulled me against him to ruffle my hair in a noogie. I could hear Temari's strong laughter and Kankuro's low chuckle as I struggled out of his hold only to stumble into Temari's arms. She turned me around to rub down my hair, and I frowned further.

 

“I am no child,” I exclaimed. She smiled widely at me, fine fingers running through my crimson hair to settle its frizz.

 

“Oh, you'd like to think that, wouldn't you? You're still the youngest, still the smallest, still the stupidest.” She emphasized the last descriptive with a rough pat to my already abused head. I scowled lowly and pushed away only to be brought into a tight embrace. Kankuro leaned against the door frame in the casual way I do, as I had picked up that habit from him, and concentrated on trying to breath in Temari's enhanced-strength grip. Her face was pressed to my shoulder, leaning down to fit my petite height, sighing into me.

 

“...You're still our little brother...” she whispered, “And I'll still love you more than some boy.”

 

I flustered in her hug, twitching and squirming.

 

“T-That's not what I was worried about!” I protested loudly. The heat radiating from my face made her giggle and soften her embrace.

 

“...Sure it isn't,' she whispered happily. I attempted at pulling back and succeeding, I tripped over Kankuro and out the door I stumbled, hair once again disheveled. His grin met me again, and I grimaced as I straightened my clothes.

 

“...Ha, as if I'd care about you guys,” I growled out, turning away. Their smiles burned my back, and glancing over at them one last time, Temari spoke out with a laugh.

 

“Yeah, well, I love you too!”

 

I tilted my hairless brows in question, an odd smile on my lips. What the hell was she spouting now? Turning away, I continued on the journey to my dorm, hands stuffed in my pockets.

 

Whatever you want to call it, I feel it too.

 

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I hadn't been able to sleep that night.

 

Naruto lay beside me, on his side of the bed, splayed out roughly like always, mouth agape. I watched him for a few long moments, sleeping with the peace I couldn't seem to muster, lids hiding his dazzling oceans, blonde hair laying unnaturally still against the crimson pillow. I twirled a strand around my pale finger, propping my elbow against the pillow, eyes half-lidded.

 

“NOW THE SKIES ARE JUST SWEET BLUE! YOU MADE THIS COME TRUE! MY HEART FEELS SO NEW! WOAH! WOAH! WOAH!”

 

I jerked my head from the pillow to swipe the phone from my dresser before it could wake up Naruto. I stared down at him widely as he turned over and moaned before returning to sleep. Flipping it open, I didn't recognize the phone number. Then again, I almost never call anyone these days, and fan girls had stopped calling after yesterday. Pulling it up to my ear, I whispered.

 

“...Hello?” I waited a moment, and then the sweetly devilish voice spoke.

 

“...So how are you this evening?”

 

I jerked out of bed to stand tall, anger setting in. I gritted my teeth.

 

“...How the fuck did you get my number?” I growled quietly, turning to stare at the still sleeping boy in my bed. I heard her giggle for a moment and I grew uneasy.

 

 

“...I have my ways...So...I've come to find something very interesting,” Sakura purred. I slowly tip-toed my way to the door, and slowly clicking it shut behind me, I made my way downstairs.

 

“...Apparently something I need to know,” I huffed out, step by step making my distance from Naruto further.

 

“...Yes...There's a dance tomorrow.”

 

“...So?” I continued shakily, fearing what she was implying. She giggled again.

 

“...You know, I am the queen of the socials...I started up the secret...

 

...And I could just as easily take it away.”

 

I stopped now, mid step. My lips were held tightly closed, knowing just what this scheme was...And here I thought I would get her in the end. I dropped to my knees, a hand at my temple, rubbing away the tense nervousness.

 

“...What do you want?” I whispered, knowing I had just surrendered to her terror. I had just given up, given in to her twisted plot. My breath was erratic in the hook, and she laughed.

 

“Why that's an easy question: ...

 

...You.”