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Good Boy Meets Bad Boy	By : ShinobiKyouta Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1400 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Good Boy Meets Bad Boy

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Chapter 13

Fuck You Too, Asshole

[Sasuke�s POV]

Finger pads gently massage the darkened skin under my eyes in circles and said optics glare holes through the mirror in sleepy frustration.

I hadn�t slept a wink the whole night. Not only was I kept up for a near two hours listening to a mother�s tirade for being out so late without so much as a phone call, saying something like �what�s the point of paying for a phone you don�t use?� But even when I was released to my room I lied awake in a numb nervousness. I couldn�t stop thinking about what happened in Kiba�s room.

Geez, I made it sound like I actually slept with the guy � wait � AUGH. I slap my face several times in the mirror, trying to shake my consciousness back to reality. I DID NOT sleep with Kiba or anything remotely close to it.

But I did kiss him. Or rather, he kissed me.

I groan and just slump over the bathroom sink, pressing the side of my face and head into the cool countertop. I couldn�t help but feel like I had just done something terribly wrong. And on top of that I wasn�t entirely sure how will I could trust Kiba in keeping his mouth shut like I asked.

I mean it was just a KISS right? No one takes that seriously anymore. Kissing people was like a fad: everyone was doing it.

I jump and nearly crack my head against the faucet when there�s loud banging on the bathroom door and muffled yelling. �WHAT?� I bellow unkindly.

�I gotta pee, Sasuke!� I hear Konohamaru cry out beggingly behind the door and my eyes roll up towards the ceiling and back down again. I smooth my hair around my face and angrily yank the door open. �FINALLY!� Is Konohamaru�s more than irritated response followed by a slamming door.

Why the hell didn�t he just use the other bathroom?

I bumble into the kitchen sleepily, ruffling hair I had just finished fixing on habit and promptly tell my mother I�m not hungry before she can announce that breakfast�s ready.

I at least sit down for a cup of coffee and sip its contents slowly and proceed to ignore Itachi�s concerned stares that are boring holes into my head

I had a dreadful feeling this time I WILL fall asleep in class. I�m so tired�

I wasn�t sure why Itachi was being so motherly like again. It wasn�t like I came home with hickeys on my neck or anything, so I couldn�t figure out why he was staring at me so intently. It wasn�t like I haven�t had any sleepless nights before. Geez.

Idiot brother of mine. I quickly finish the last of my coffee and place it gently in the sink, announcing my leave for school. I can see Itachi stand up after me, but I bolt out the door before he can barrage me with questions.

The walk to school was refreshing. The caffeine was finally kicking in and the cold air sped up the process of re-awakening my senses. Eyes were on me as soon as I hit school grounds, but it wasn�t really anything out of the ordinary from the last two days I�ve been here. I wondered if Naruto, Kiba, and Gaara were going to start coming to school more often now because of the project? It seemed highly unbecoming of them, but for some reason I wouldn�t be surprised.

After exchanging my shoes at the locker, I wander tiredly to class where I could expect Hatake-sensei to be there in the next twenty to twenty-five minutes, giving me plenty of naptime until then.

Opening the classroom door I�m loudly greeted with a chorus of, �Good morning, Sasuke-kun!� by Sakura and Ino rather bubbly, who both turned and proceeded to glare daggers at each other in a desperate battle for my attention. I somehow manage to ignore them both, hanging my spare satchel from the hook on the side of my desk and then slump over said surface.

Just as I get quite comfortable lying sprawled across my desktop I�m suddenly jerked forward hard where I�m sure I�d have bruises across my ribcage later and I hear, �Sasuke-FOO~!�

Recovering quickly I shoot my glaring eyes over my shoulder at my attacker to see a goofily grinning Kiba clinging to my neck, �Ki-Kiba?!�

�Yo, Sasu-chan~� He grins broadly and affectionately nuzzles me, getting angry rises out of Sakura and Ino, ��sup?�

I successfully disentangle myself from Kiba�s loving arms and scowl tightly at the floor. �I got no sleep last night because of you,� I none too nicely mutter.

�WHAT?� Sakura and Ino both bellow in unison and Kiba giggles in amusement.

�You make it sound so dirty,� and a blush covers my face at Kiba�s statement and I bark his name loudly with an added slap of the desk. Kiba playfully pouts with this girly bat of his eyes as though I offended him, �Oh come on, it was just a ki��

And I grab the collar of his shirt under the open blazer and give him a wild shake, �Don�t you say another fucking word!�

Flailing around, Kiba grabs my wrists in a pathetic attempt to release himself and yells, �I give! I give!� I cease my shaking and Kiba defensively raises his hands when I proceed to glare him down, �You know it was all in good fun! Only because I love you�� and the last of his sentence is gagged out into something inaudible as Ino yanks him backwards into a deadly headlock and squeezes her arm around his neck.

�YOU LOVE WHO?!� The blonde screeches and Sakura decides to it was her turn to jump in and the three engaged in a furious battle.

The classroom door slides open and in walks in Chouji and Shino. Said tubby boy pops a few potato chips in his mouth and asks between chewing, �What�s going on?�

I tiredly look up at the two of them and roll my eyes in the direction behind me and no words were really needed. This sort of situation obviously occurs quite often because all the two did was stare and Chouji sighed before they took their seats.

The classroom was nearly full within the next five minutes, all except Naruto and Gaara and for some reason my skin flamed in anger. Naruto have better brought my bag�

Ino and Sakura are trying to chat my ear off and I�m only half-paying attention as Kiba clings tightly to my left arm while I attempt at reading a manga to pass the time by.

The door clatters open with a bang and I look up to the source of noise, dark eyes meeting bright, sapphire ones. Here comes in Naruto accompanied by Gaara, said redhead looking quite exhausted from lack of sleep and the usual cigarette is surprisingly not hanging out of Naruto�s mouth.

I blink once and Naruto repeats my action as soon as our eyes meet and I just barely catch the faint red tinge to Naruto�s cheeks when he sees me. �W-what?�

�Hn,� I miff unkindly, fanning out my manga a bit and scowl tightly, thundering eyes locking with his in a menacing gaze. �Did you have fun last night?�

Naruto immediately frowns, but there was an unmistakable raise of his eyebrows followed by said irises widening in slight dismay at my remark, �WHAT?� He was embarrassed to say the least and he gives me a rather unpleasant face and irritably growls, �Shutup, Sasuke. You left your bag at my place.� Lifting his arm to brandish it off he chucks it in my direction and I catch the thankfully lightweight bag after dismembering myself from Kiba.

Gripping said bag I slowly look up to Naruto who�s not returning the gaze, but instead uneasily rubbing the back of his head as if in deep thought about last night, figuring that�s why I came back.

I wasn�t sure why I was suddenly so cold towards the blonde. It�s not like what he did behind closed doors was any of my business. But I couldn�t shake the strange feeling of jealousy; it made me shiver just at the thought. It didn�t make any sense.

Kiba runs over to Naruto excitedly and loudly rambles on about nothing worth listening to and Sakura taps my shoulder attentively. I turn to her and she has this confused, but questioning look on her face with the way one thin brow is drawn up and her frown is lopsided.

�You went to his house last night?�

�Yea, school project,� I mutter disinterestedly, �Kiba�s too.� Sakura�s jaw comically drops for a minute and then closes slowly, taking in thisprofound information, or at least it seems so to her. I almost wanted to look at her and say something along the lines of �psych� or �gotcha� just to mess with her, but it really was the truth. I turn to face her a little more comfortably and curiously ask her, �Didn�t you guys get together yesterday for Hatake-sensei�s project?�

The pink haired girl shakes her head wistfully, but in a way looks relieved, �Nope, Chouji had work and Shino had to help his dad with something last night.� I didn�t question Ino�s MIA because I knew Sakura didn�t delve into it either; it wasn�t important to her and if I asked Ino the same question in regards to Sakura I knew her answer would be the same.

I nod to her slowly and I catch Gaara walk off towards the back of the classroom, Kiba eagerly following at his heels. The desk at my right creaks, the chair scraping outward loudly and I quickly avert my gaze to Naruto taking a silent seat beside me, eyes fervently locked on me.

I feel a bit unnerved at the way the blonde�s eyeing me, like he�s itching to say or do something in my presence.

His mouth opens and then closes, lips fumbling with one another to form words and he finally splutters, �Look, Sasuke� about last night,� and the banging of the door opening stops his sentence and we all look up to Hatake-sensei wandering in with his face buried nose deep into his dirty novel as usual.

Strolling to the podium in the front of the room he greets us, �Good morning, class,� without once looking up from his book.

�Good morning, Hatake-sensei,� the class tiredly utters in reply.

He claps the book shut and says, �I�m going to take roll now, so make sure you�re all in your correct seating.� There are a few shuffles, but not many.

Naruto gives me this disappointed, but angry look and shifts to face front, sinking far back into his seat and typically crosses his arms in a childish pout. I was let down myself at Hatake-sensei�s interruption and hoped that I�d get a chance to talk to Naruto later.

Once the attendance has been taken our teacher�s visible eye pans the room in a calculating silence and then his eye closes, arcing in a smile and asks, �So how did our first day of our assignment go?�

�I got to spend the whole afternoon with Sasu-chan,� Kiba boldly exclaims from the back of the class, getting odd stares and muffled chuckling. �I got to show him my new puppy,� and he flashes a fanged grin, looking quite proud of his new accomplishment.

Hatake-sensei smiles, �Good, I�m glad to know you and Sasuke are getting along.� His eyes sweep over to me and then look between me, Gaara and Naruto. �And how about you three?� He asks next, motioning between Gaara, Naruto and I. Gaara doesn�t answer him, but instead gives him a silent nod of acknowledgement with closed eyes as he folds his arms across his torso.

Unsure of what to say, I begin to stammer, �Uh, um,� and am cut off by a boisterous Naruto.

�None of your damn business you freak-teacher!�

Gee, Naruto wasn�t suddenly in a pissy mood was he?

Said freak-teacher just gives the blonde his best I-did-nothing-wrong smiles and wittily retorts, �I believe it is being that I assigned this project to you.�

Naruto opens his mouth in defiance, but I interject quickly before he can start more trouble, �Everything was fine.� I gave no indication of who�s house we went to [except Kiba], what we did or said. Naruto�s staring at me rather suspiciously over his shoulder.

Hatake-sensei just continues to innocently smile over his class, thoroughly enjoying this idiotic assignment he just so happened to come up with yesterday. �Well, good. You all will get one last day of free-study for your assignments in the library, so go make good use of it. Naruto, keep your mouth shut. You�re supposed to be quiet in the library.� And there's extra emphasis on the "quiet" part.

Naruto�s eyes are closed at him with his brooding stance all slouched back in his desk chair as he tightly scowls at the man.

�I�m at a really good part,� Hatake-sensei muses aloud to himself, waving his perverted novel for effect. �So go,� and rushes us out the door.

Damn teachers�

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[Naruto�s POV]

This is fucking stupid�

Sasuke wasn�t hiding behind a wall of books, but was still effectively ignoring the three of us with his nose buried in a manga. I felt myself twitch involuntarily. I couldn�t explain was I suddenly so irritated with his behavior, I mean, it was the same as before right? Well, he did lighten up around me throughout the day.

Wait, what the hell am I saying?

I don�t give two shits if the Uchiha likes me or not, stupid filthy rich bastard.

But for some reason he seemed to be ignoring me on purpose and
THAT made me mad. To prove how annoyed I am with the Uchiha�s silent treatment I reach over the table and promptly snatch the book right out of his hands.

The brunette looks up at me with callous coal eyes, �Hey!�

I scowl hard at him and abruptly stand, tucking the graphic novel under my arm and give a motioning jerk of my head, �Come with me.� He proceeds to glare me down with this untrusting stare, but follows when I say. Gaara was soundly snoozing on the desk again, which I felt bad for because I kept him up all night with my senseless rambling of things. Kiba too surprisingly enough was taking a light nap, his head pillowed in the nook of Gaara�s elbow.

I motion again and he follows suit of me to the farthest end of the library in the back corner by the window. This way I could talk to him. For some reason I felt that the Uchiha needed some explanations.

�What do you want, dobe?� He rather coldly asks me, getting a quick, but somewhat suppressed rise out of me.

�Fuck you too, asshole!� And I give him a not so nice hand sign. I couldn�t explain it, but Sasuke�s eyes had a different depth to them than they did yesterday. I couldn�t read the expression in them. They were hollow; never-ending. �Look, I just wanted to say� about last night� I�m sor��

�It�s none of my business anyway,� Sasuke quickly intervenes, still not looking at me, but through the floor it seemed. He unsurely rubs the back of his neck as if tense about something and I curiously lift a brow.

Yea, he was right. It was none of his business, but I didn�t mean for him to walk in on Gaara and I like that� damn that one-room apartment.

The brunette looked by far confused with himself now, still glaring a hole through the floor as he battled out some inner turmoil. �Um,� he steadily begins, �are you and Gaara�?�

I close my eyes and pensively pinch the bridge of my nose. I suppose I should have expected that question to pop up sooner or later, but it didn�t make me feel any better. Letting go of my nose I raise my hands defensively in a reassuring manner, �No. No, Gaara and I aren�t,� and I make a quoting gesture with my fingers, �together.� And for a second Sasuke�s eye looked like they lit up, but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

�I� didn�t even know you swung that way,� Sasuke says in quandary.

I feel my face heat up a bit and I scowl angrily at the Uchiha. I felt like he was teasing me again, �You wanna fight about it?�

Sasuke, mood lightened, shoves his hands in his pant pockets and gives a half-assed shrug, �I got five minutes.�

We duke it out with a battle of scowling and it lasts for about five minutes before a smirk dwindles on Sasuke�s face. He turns from me, �Hn,� and he looks out the window for a minute thoughtfully and asks, �So� that was just�?�

�Just�?� I ask queerly with a thin brow raised at him.

�You and Gaara,� and he doesn�t elaborate anymore than that, expecting me to finish it for him.

I think about last night�s scenario and a little blush worms its way across my face and nervously I scratch the side of my cheek, �Uh, well��

�It�s not important, never mind,� Sasuke once again manages to cut me off, but this time I was grateful. That distant look in his dark eyes was back, but he didn�t look as angry this time. �We�d better head back before Gaara and Kiba wake up.�

�Yea,� and he turns to walk by me, heading back to our table towards the front of library while I follow suit. I dig my hands deep into my pockets and hunch my shoulders a bit, watching the back of Sasuke�s head closely.

I was fucking confused. This asshole acted like he was mad about Gaara and I having a fling or two, but as far as I was concerned the Uchiha didn�t give a rat�s ass about any of us, or anyone but himself for that matter. So why did he act like he cared so much what I do in my personal life?

Fucking weirdo.

But, as I duck my eyes briefly to the floor in thought, I had to admit I was a bit relieved that Sasuke didn�t blow up about the situation although he was still a bit callous.

It really wasn�t any of his business who I fucked around with, but for some strange reason I suddenly felt in doing so I had done something wrong.

Whatever� It doesn�t matter now.

As we round the corner of a bookcase does Kiba come flying absolutely out of no where, ringing his arms worriedly around Sasuke�s neck and loudly proclaims, �Sasu-chaaaan~! Where have you been?� And as dog-breath nuzzles his nose affectionately into the side of Sasuke�s neck I feel every hair on the back of my head stand on end in an indescribable anger.

�Get off of me,� Sasuke growls out and attempts to shove Kiba off, but the brunette only tightens his clasp around his neck.

�Aw, don�t be like that,� and Kiba squishes the side of his face against Sasuke�s cheek and rubs the skin there gently.

�KIBA~� I growl with a deep throaty anger, lifting a threatening fist to Kiba�s face and the boy hops off very quickly, but still keeps one arm locked around the Uchiha�s neck. He then flicks me off indignantly and sticks his tongue out, �bleh~�

�Rrr~!� And I lunge for Kiba with arms wildly outstretched.

Bring it on dog-breath � I�ll fucking rip you to shreds!

�H-hey, hold on a second!� Sasuke interjects with a quick raise of his hands, unfortunately caught between us � literally. But I ignore the Uchiha and tackle both he AND Kiba to the library floor with a violent thud. Kiba yelps in surprise as he crashes backwards, Sasuke nearly landing on top of him as I wrestle through the Uchiha to get to him.

�What the hell did I do to you, Blondie?!� Kiba shrieks in dismay and pushes my face far from his none too nicely.

In my fury I shove the heel of my palm hard into his cheek in return, �Being a fucking moron is what you did, rrr!�

�Get off of me you idiots!� Sasuke yells between us again and swiftly pushes off Kiba and then angrily shoves me backwards so I fall on my ass.

Kiba jumps off the floor and tackles Sasuke to the floor roughly and promptly kisses him on cheek, �Aw! You saved me!� Sasuke looks utterly dumbfounded and can only lay there blinking with a beat red face while Kiba bursts into a giggle fit.

Thoroughly pissed I quite literally football tackle Kiba to the floor and off of Sasuke. I�m seriously going to pummel dog-breath�s face in! Just as I raise my Fist of Fury I hear, �What�s going on?� darkly behind me.

All three heads turn and look up to a very pissed redhead towering over us with his arms irritably crossed across his blazer. I mutter, �Ga-Gaara��

He wasn�t one to mess with when rudely awakened, well except me. But I couldn�t say for what he might to do Kiba and Sasuke.

In the end we were all rejoined at our study table in the library, Kiba the only one sporting a punishment wound courtesy of Gaara.

Said brunette sniffles, �Why am I the only one that fucking got hit?�

�Because you made the most noise,� Gaara answers coolly.

Kiba, hardly thinking that logic was fair, made it apparent with his tirade of complaining.

Sasuke interjects over the noise, flipping through his returned manga and asks the two of us, �So, are we getting together tonight for the project, or no?�

Go figure he�d bring that up and he catches me rolling my eyes.

He sets his book down a bit loudly and says to me firmly, �Look, Hatake-sensei gave us this stupid period to do more on our project and so far all you guys did,� he looks to a still very moody Gaara, �except Gaara, was goof off!�

Kiba protests with a �Hey!� and I�m by far pissed at that response given by Sasuke.

�So we got NO work done and I�m not waiting around for that bastard-teacher to suddenly spring up a deadline for the project.�

I laugh inwardly at the truth to his words. That bastard Kakashi WOULD say something like the project�s due tomorrow or so� Fucker. Disinterestedly I slump into the palm of my hand and give the brunette a droll stare, �Do we gotta?� There was a hint of whining.

Sasuke flattens my complaining with a stern stare and firmly says, �Yes.� And I fall hard against the table. Resituating, but not quite picking myself up I mumble defiantly, �Well we�re not going back to my place.�

�Why not?� Sasuke feels the need to ask.

�Because my uncle�s gunna definitely be there tonight.�

�Really?� Sasuke actually looks interested.

�Yes.� I grit angrily and then boldly point at the Uchiha, �We�re NOT going to my house tonight.�

And that�s final.

Sasuke gives me this sort of disappointed scowl and dips his eyes back down to his manga in defeat and boredly asks, �Okay, so no to Naruto�s house. Gaara�s an obvious no,� and he sits back a bit in his chair, away from his manga gets this dreaded look on his face. He sighs drearily, �So that leaves Kiba�s house and mine.�

There�s an ecstatic �Whoo!� from Kiba and he quite loudly declares, �I vote Sasuke�s house!�

Said brunette spikes like a frightened cat and immediately protests to Kiba�s wonderful idea, �What? No way!�

Kiba pouts childishly, but teasingly, �Aw, why not, Sasu-chan?�

I twitch.

Sasuke groans and roughly rubs his face with a hand, vexed, �Look � first of all you guys tried to rob me two days ago, second before I invite anyone over I need to give my parents notice first.�

We all stare idiotically at the Uchiha, but Gaara and Kiba seemed to understand a bit better than I did being they had parents at least. I shrug, not really giving a damn.

�So,� and Sasuke flicks dark eyes to Kiba and dog-breath blinks, �your house then?�

He smiles, chipper, �I guess so.� And then playfully gibes, �Though I would�ve preferred going to your house.�

Sasuke sighs in aggravation and says, �Fine, tomorrow night we�ll go to my house, okay? It�ll be Saturday so we can stay later.� Seeming pleased Kiba grins wildly and throws his arms around the Uchiha�s neck in excitement, getting a startled yelp from Sasuke.

I swear to fucking god I�m developing a tic as I feel my left eye twitch while standing there infuriated. Growling angrily, I lunge for Kiba again, �KIBAAAA!�

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So I didn�t update as quickly as I thought I would� but at least it didn�t take several weeks� months� *swtswt*
Well, doing this between art and whatnot I got it done a lot faster than I anticipated, but not as quickly as I wanted�

LOL as for the �Sasuke-FOO!� part, courtesy of Kiba I couldn�t help but throw a Hard Gay sound ref in there� because for some reason I could see/hear Kiba doing that XD

Anyway, I�ll try to get the next chapter up faster~
*o* there�s going to be some SasuNaru teasers in the next chapter!!

Please rate and review kthxbai!

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