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Freshmen Chronicles	By : afficek7 Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1630 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews, guys! I'm glad people care enough to tell me what they think. I hope to finish this story by the end of this month, so that's a chapter a day! Your feedback definitely replenishes my motivation, because it takes a lot to post as quickly as I have been doing recently. Thanks! ^_^

Chapter 11

"You should be happy that I'm not going to be around this weekend. Now, you won't hab to jerk off to your posters in the labatory," Sasuke says with a smirk, and I'm quite tempted to punch his ass in the face. He's been taking shots at my reduced sex life for the past few weeks, and now even Keebs and Dei are in on it.

"Fuck you, dude. Just because I don't bang everything with legs and a vag doesn't mean that I don't get any. Besides, your flock seems to be a little scarce right now, too," I say, and the minute that I see his smirk widen, I know that I just fucked up.

"That's because I get mine in one place," he replies, and I instantly throw my empty, Solo cup at his head. He dodges it with his quick reflexes, and then laughs like hell at my expense, the little bastard.

"I already told you about saying shit like that about my sister. I tolerate your perverted ass, but let Dei hear you saying any of that, and you're going to a eunuch," I reply angrily, but Sasuke just laughs more, causing me to unwillingly smile and shake my head at his antics. It's strange, but we've become so close since we hung out at the beginning of the semester. He's sort of become like the brother I never knew I was missing. I mean, I've always had Kiba, Shikamaru, Deidara and Chouji around, but this is the first time that I have built a bond with someone without another person's influence. It's still so strange to hear "Naruto's friend," "we met through Naruto" or just your in any context. That's why sometimes I lay awake at night just taking it all in. I've made this great friend, but is he really my friend? If I had never met Itachi, I swear I wouldn't even think twice about it. But, considering everything and everyone that's involved, I have to think about it, especially with the amount of time that he spends with Ino.

You see, after they hung about a month ago, they have been practically inseparable. Oddly, it started with Ino getting karate lessons, but it has since grown into something more. I was not joking when I said that Sasuke's flock has dwindled. Not ONE girl has been to this dorm looking for him in at least two weeks, and now he and Ino are about to spend Valentine's weekend together. At first, I was leery about his intentions, but I haven't seen anything in his actions that seem devious or deceptive. Believe me, I was watching EVERYTHING that he said or did, and was getting nowhere. So, to pull myself out of limbo, and feel a bit better about the situation, I tried to reconcile the fact that he has a secret fiancé with the fact that he was forced into it. That worked for a hot second, but then I got an "anonymous" slip of paper that said, "Watch your sister," on it, five days ago. Now, I don't know what the hell to think. If it comes out that he's pulling some shit, it would hurt like hell, but I'm fine with it as long as it only involves me. If Ino gets pulled into it, I have a serious, serious problem with that. So, instead of going on a quest for ass during Valentine's weekend like every other single dude, I will be meeting with Itachi as soon as the coast is clear. Dear God, I hope that this is nothing.

"Was your lazy ass going to just leave me out there knocking on the door?" Ino asks from behind me, and slowly I turn around to see her staring at me with a mock glare. It doesn't reach her eyes at all, which has been an ongoing thing since she's been hanging around Sasuke. Seeing my sister so happy that she can't get angry properly should make me happy, but at the moment, it just stings.

"Why should I get up? You're never over here to see me," I reply, and immediately, Ino's arms are my neck as she's gripping me in a bear hug from behind.

"Aww! You missed your big sister, didn't you? No need to get jealous; you're still my little bumblebee!" She says, and I quickly look in Sasuke's direction. His amusement is openly displayed with a smirk and a cocked eyebrow, and I just want to crawl under a rock and die.

"Come on, Ino, get off! You're worse than mom!" I yell, but she just squeezes harder until I give in. Luckily, her attention span is shorter than mine, so she loses interest a moment later.

"Hey, stand up for a sec. I have something to show you," she says while getting into a fighting stance. The last time we went down this path, my dick was black and blue for three days.

"Forget it! You're not tricking me into being your punching bag again," I reply, and then promptly turn around. Unfortunately, she really wants to "show" me her moves.

"Oh, don't be a baby. I barely touched you that time," she rebuts, and Sasuke joins in.

"Yeah, it's not lrike your using it for anything," he adds, and I seriously just want to kick both of them out right now. Dealing with them one on one is trying enough. Dealing with a tag team is unbearable.

"Whether I'm using my dick or not doesn't justify her kicking me in the nuts as hard as she can. There are plenty of weirdoes out there that they will pay good money for that type of thing. I'm not one of them," I argue, not budging on my stance in the slightest. For a few hours after kick-gate, I seriously thought that I had been sterilized. Human nuts have no business swelling to the size of oranges.

"Naruto, I swear that I'm not going to kick you again, honest. All I want you to do is try to grab me. That's all, I promise," Ino responds with great amusement, and I quickly realize that she's not going to leave until I do what she wants. So, slowly, I rise from my chair and approach her. Her eyes are practically sparkling as I get closer, and before I can think, 'Oh shit,' I'm sailing through the air, and then landing hard and flat on my back. I can hear Sasuke's loud and continuous laughter as the room spins around my head, and shortly after, Ino is standing over me, beaming.

"I'm badass, aren't I?" She asks with visible pride, and all I can think of is the many ways that I would like to kick Sasuke's ass. Ino has been fucking Deidara and me up since childhood, now this bastard is adding to her arsenal?

"Don't y'all have somewhere to be?" I say from my spot on the floor, and that bitch, Sasuke, is still laughing. Ino joins in as she lifts me up as though I'm short, and I can't help but to feel like my precious male pride is deteriorating into nothing. Maybe I should just sprout a vag now, while I still have my dignity.

"We're going, we're going. I promise not to be too rough with him… Well, I promise that he'll return in one piece," Ino declares salaciously, and my stomach instantly flips. Why does my mind have to supply a visual with every damn thing I hear?

"Ugh! Keep that shit to yourself! I do NOT want to know about your sex life! Ugh!" I yell with my eyes closed and my hands over my ears. I'm not sure how serious she is, because I've heard more than one guy refer to her as a cock tease, but I don't even want to hear jokes about it. Yuck!

"Oh, shut up! You were banging my best friend for years. Do you know how strange it was trying to talk about sex with her, and all she kept telling me about were the stuff that you two were doing together?" Ino shoots back and I can feel the heat on my face rivaling that of Hell's Gates. Just what in the hell did Sakura say about me?

"Don't worry, it was mostly good stuff, you little freak," Ino adds with a wink, before I can voice my concern, and my face is instantly ten degrees warmer. I swear that I'm going to kill Sakura the next time that I see her. This is so embarrassing!

"Take care," Ino says, and then kisses my cheek, partially interrupting my inner workings.

"See you on Monday, dumb ass," Sasuke adds as he and Ino walks out. I'm then left with my thoughts, and unfortunately, they quickly turn to more serious matters. All I can do now is wait for Itachi's call.

That bastard kept me waiting all weekend, only to call at ten o'clock at night on Sunday, saying to meet him early Monday at Luigi's, and to bring more of "that cake." You see, three weeks ago, Ti-Temari sent me a slice of her famous pineapple upside-down cake, and I had plans to eat it after class. But, before I even got a chance to smell it, it came up missing. Of course, I accused Sasuke and was ready to beat his ass, but he just cursed me out, and reiterated how much he hates sweets. I couldn't really argue, because it was true. His version of sweets included tomatoes, and he once referred to Oreos as diabetic crack. So, if it wasn't him, and none of my family or friends had been over, who was it? I couldn't figure it out, so I had convinced myself that I had ate it, and forgot about it. Now, here comes this bastard not only admitting to the fact that he broke into my dorm and ate my damn cake, he had the audacity to request some more? Man, Sasuke wasn't bullshitting about his brother's addiction.

In one of the rare times that I got him to talk about his family, he mentioned how he and Itachi were like night and day. One of the things that he stressed was Itachi's love of sugar. In fact, he claimed that Itachi added sugar to Lucky Charms and Frosted Flakes, and was banned from making the ceremonial green tea, because he added sugar to it until it practically turned to syrup. I thought he was exaggerating, but now, I'm not so sure.

'He better appreciate this shit,' I think as I reposition the still warm cake as I walk into Luigi's. Ti-Temari gave me an earful about waiting till the last minute and giving her such short notice. She cursed me out from the time she pulled out the flour until she placed the cake box in my hand. Happy fucking Valentine's Day!

"How many?" The receptionist asks as I walk in, and after I answer, she leads me to a mini-booth that is shaped like a heart with pink, frilly cushions covering it. Aww hell naw!

"Oh, I'm sorry, you must have misunderstood. I just want a regular table," I say quickly, and she tilts her head slightly, reminding me of Kiba and Akamaru.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we're all full, because of Valentine's Day. The only reason this table is even available is because a couple cancelled at the last minute," she replies, and I can feel the dread covering my face. Just what in the hell is becoming of my life? Why am I spending Valentine's Day with another man that I barely even know, and am not even sure that I even like, while everybody else is off getting ass? This is so not fair!

"I'll take it," I say dejectedly, and the receptionist just smiles and walks off. I'm not sure how long I was waiting, but one second no one is across from me, I blink, and then the next, Itachi is there. What the fuck?

"Did you bring it?" He asks in all seriousness, and for a moment, I'm a bit confused. Then, I remember the cake sitting next to me, so I dazedly hand it without a word. Just like that, his face and attention is only for that cake. I feel like a pusher.

"Dude, knock yourself out. I'm going to take a leak," I announce as I get up, and then head to the bathroom. I'm trying to handle my business, but there's an old dude staring at my junk harder than me.

"Do you mind?" I ask, and I'm met with a wide smile on a toothless mouth. Yup, that's my cue. I stop my flow, and then move two urinals down. I try to rush it a little bit, but it still takes longer than I would like.

'Come on,' I think as I bemoan my enlarged bladder. Finally, I can shake off, wash my hands, and get down to business.

'Man, this place is crowded. Where's my booth?' I think as I look over the mass of people. I then spot long hair and pink cushions, before heading over. I am met with an empty box without even a piece of a crumb in it.

"Where in the hell did that cake go?" I ask loudly and incredulously as I look from the box to the Uchiha. Itachi's eyes widen considerably, and I swear he looks like he's ten.

"You were expecting some?" He asks casually with a hint of surprise in his voice, and I'm having a hard time comprehending what the hell just happened.

"Wait a minute, you ate an entire cake in 3.5 minutes? Did you even chew it? Hell, did you even taste it? You know what, I'm taking you to an AA meeting for sugar people, because that is not normal or healthy. Somebody should have been done something about this, because you have a serious problem. But, I can't focus on that right now. There are more important matters to attend to, like your fucked up father, and apparently, my sister. So, let's get to it," I reply, and Itachi just raises the corners of his mouth slightly. It takes me a minute to realize that that's the extent of his smile.

"Do you not find the amount of time that Sasuke spends with your sister peculiar?" Itachi finally speaks softly, and my brow immediately furrows. I see he's cutting straight to the chase this time.

"At first, I did, but I couldn't find anything to back up my worries, so I dropped it. Was I wrong?" I reply calmly. I learned from last time that Itachi does things in his own way, at his own pace, so there's no point in me trying to hurry him along. I know that he has something to tell me, or else he wouldn't have dragged me here.

"Never drop your guard when my father is involved," he answers, and even though his face hasn't changed, I can see him warring with himself, internally. Most people wouldn't see it, but I live with an Uchiha, so it's as clear as day to me.

"Itachi, I know that you didn't call me out here just to say that," I say after several quiet minutes, "Man, I get it. You love your little brother, and you don't want to do anything to hurt him. But, understand that I love my sister just as much. Ino's a good person, and doesn't deserve this shit. So, if you have ANY information that you think that I need to know, please tell me," I plead, and Itachi's brow furrow almost unnoticeably, before regaining its placidness. All is silent for several more minutes, but then, Itachi speaks.

"Your friend, Kiba Inuzuka, is a world class hacker, correct?" He says, and I just nod quickly. He then nods as well.

"You may want to take a look at Sasuke's and my father's email correspondence," he adds, and I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding. I can't even begin to state how grateful I am to him. Many people in my situation may get angry that he didn't just say what was going on, but I totally get it. It's hard to directly sell out people that you love; regardless as to how wrong they are, so he gave me the tools that I needed to do it myself. That's more than I think that I would be able to do in the same situation.

"Thank you," I say, and somehow, I convey my emotions in just those two words. Itachi's only response is a slight bow of his head. With that, I get up to leave, but am stopped once more.

"I am perfect in all of Sasuke's imperfections, just as he is perfect in all of mine," Itachi states, cryptically, and I'm lost, for a moment. It makes no sense to me, and seems completely out of context, but I nod anyway, and then head out. I have to talk to Kiba and Shikamaru right away.

'Damn it, Shika,' I think as I quickly make my way to his residence hall. I sent him and Kiba texts saying to meet me at the lounge, and Kiba responded right away. However, I got nothing from Shikamaru, which is strange, because though he's lazy as shit, he usually brings his A game when it matters.

'Aww, don't tell me he's asleep!' I think as I get to his room, and notice that his door is slightly ajar and all of the lights are out. So, without thinking much about it, I walk in and flick the switch. On the bed, Shikamaru is quite diligently fucking Sakura, and I can see EVERYTHING, because they clearly don't like to use covers.

"Oh my… Whoa! I'm… I'm sorry… I didn't… it's not that… I'll come back… I'll come back later!" I say quickly before my mind is stunned into utter blankness. My eyes burn like hell, so I walk out into the hallway, and rest the back of my head against the, now, closed door. My vision is blurring, so I quickly shut my eyes to stop the inevitable.

'Come on, Naruto, man up! You knew that this day was coming,' I say as my eyelashes dampen, and I squeeze my eyes closed even tighter. It takes a few moments, but I stop the flood. It's just in time, too, because I can hear Sakura calling my name on the other side of the door. After taking a deep breath, I walk back in.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so, so sorry! I…" Sakura says as she runs up to me in a t-shirt that hangs past her knees. The moment she's within arm's reach, she latches onto my neck in a gripping hug. For a split second, I enjoy the contact, but then I untangle her arms, grab her shoulders, and put some space between us. Shikamaru has conveniently disappeared into the bathroom, and I can hear the shower going at full blast. It's now or never.

"What are you apologizing for? You didn't do anything wrong. Shika didn't do anything wrong," I say, and a look of pure confusion crosses her face, mingling with the sadness. Tears are covering her face, and I watch one slowly roll down her cheek as she stares at me with her mouth slightly open.

"You say that, but…" she speaks softly, letting the sentence hang as she reaches up to face. She pulls her hand back with a single tear on the tip of finger, and I realize that I let one slip through. I never could hide anything from her.

"I admit, it hurts like a bitch," I reply, and she flinches slightly, "but it was bound to happen, be it ten or twenty years from now. I have loved you for so long that even the thought of breaking up with you made me question my sanity. But, no matter how I sliced it, I knew that it was for the best. We meant too much to each other to be just man and woman. We were best friends, lovers, siblings, partners and everything in between, so we worked well together. We worked perfectly together. But, the mysteriousness and passion that comes with figuring out a new person and finding ways to compromise was lost to us. I was perfectly fine with taking the comfort route, but I know that you wanted more, and would have eventually gotten bored with me, so I backed off. The day I broke up with you, I was barely keeping it together, so I couldn't express myself the way that I wanted to. For that, I should be apologizing to you," I conclude, and am fixated on how she is biting her lower lip. I want to kiss her so badly, but I don't.

"For so long, I wondered what the hell went wrong. I cried myself to sleep for weeks after you broke up with me, because I had lost my everything. Like you said, we meant so much to each other, and in one day, I lost it all," Sakura starts and I am shaking my head in the negative, but she silences me with a raised hand.

"For some reason, you always thought that I was so great, even though everyone else just saw me as the girl with the big forehead and boyish figure. That's why I turned you down for so many years. I couldn't take your declarations seriously; it's hard to accept a compliment when you don't believe them yourself. But, over time, your persistence made me think that maybe I was pretty, maybe I was sexy, maybe I could compete with the likes of Ino Yamanaka in the dating game. You see, you gave me the confidence that I had been lacking for years, and set my standards for a boyfriend so high that I am almost afraid that I'll never be able to meet them. I owe so much to you and your family. Ino made me feel like a human, and you made me feel like a woman. Therefore, if you saw something in me that made you think that I would hurt you one day, I am truly grateful that you ended it, because if I had of hurt you in any way, I would not have been able to live with myself. So, thank you, Naruto," she finishes, and I avert my gaze to the ground.

Sakura could always get to me like no other, and that hasn't changed. Honestly, I don't know what to say. I never knew that she thought so highly of me. It is both humbling and gratifying. I had always tried to convince myself that I was worthy of being with her, and for the first time ever, I feel like I was. I guess there really is nothing to say to that.

Slowly, I meet her gaze, and just take her in. Her face is reddened and tears are drying into her cheeks, but her eyes are bright as she is quickly scanning my face for any reaction. Something about the look just screams, "Sakura," and I can't help but to smile. Immediately, she's smiling twice as big as I am, and before I know it, I have two armfuls of her. It feels so good; the warmth, the softness and just how easily her body melds to mine. I can stand here like this all day, but I don't.

"You have your work cut out for you; Shikamaru is the laziest person that I know. But, I'm sure you can whip him into shape, you did have to deal with me for two years. Just make sure that you save a few brain cells. Uncle Inoichi kind of needs them," I say, and I feel her body shake against mine in laughter. I let go.

"Kiba and I will be waiting for you in the lounge," I call out now that the water has stopped running. I hear Shikamaru shuffling around in there, so I know that he got message. With nothing more to say, I leave.

"That son of a bitch!" Kiba yells as his hands close into fists, and though Shikamaru remains silent, his eyes are very much alive. I have only told them the most basic of information, keeping implications against Sasuke to a minimum, and leaving Itachi out completely. But, the situation is so fucked up that even the surface reveals the seriousness of what's going on. I don't even know what I'm about to uncover.

"That's why I want you to get into Sasuke's email account. If Fugaku is up to something, he may have hinted at it to Sasuke," I state, and don't miss how Shikamaru's eyes narrow slightly. Shit! Stop analyzing me, Shika!

"Alright, I'll hack into that shit right now!" Kiba announces and then pulls out his iPhone. With just a few clicks, Sasuke's email is open for all to see. I see a few Kanji, before Shika takes the phone from Kiba's grasp.

"I'll translate," he says.

"No!" I yell, and grab the phone from him. I think I scared him before he could see anything, but now I have some explaining to do.

"It has to be me. I'm not completely sure of what's going on, whether or not Sasuke's involved, or if there is even anything going on for him to be involved in. So, I already feel bad that I'm betraying his trust. If I have you two looking at his email, and it turns out to be nothing, I would feel like shit," I declare, and Kiba looks contemplative, but once again, Shika is giving me a blank stare. I ignore it.

"Can you just give me his password, and work with Shika on a text translator?" I ask, and now even Kiba is looking at me. Come on!

"Yeah, no sweat. But, why do I get the feeling that you're hiding something from us? You would never betray a friend without just cause, so don't tell me that it's 'just a hunch'," he replies, and I'm quickly racking my brain for an excuse. Lying has never been my strong suit.

"If Naruto says that he has a hunch, then he has a hunch. I trust that he will tell us, if he gets in over his head," Shikamaru speaks to Kiba, but he's looking at me the entire time. He definitely knows that something is going on, but he trusts me, and that's all that matters to me.

"Here, dude," Kiba says as he hands me a slip of paper with Sasuke's password on it. I try to look down at it, but Kiba cuffs the back of my neck, and makes me look at him.

"I'm going to send the translator as soon as I can. Be careful, man. If it's some shit going on, let us know," he says, and I nod, before he walks off. I can feel Shika staring at me, but I don't turn around.

"Naruto, about earlier…" he begins after a few silent moments, but I quickly cut him off.

"Stop. You don't have to apologize or explain anything to me. I'm just glad that it was you," I say, after finally meeting his gaze. He's clearly trying to see if I'm being honest as he looks over my face, so I let him look. I have nothing to hide. After several seconds, he nods slightly, and I smile before we part ways. The paper feels heavy in my hand, and I quickly look down to take in what's written across it.

'MangekyouSharingan'
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