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Not good enough?	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 4474 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Author's note: Remember when I said it would only be two parts? Yeah, apparently my muse did not agree with me and insisted that this story should have three parts. So there you have it: this story will have three parts.
Additional warning: explicit lemon
Thank you to the following reviewers: pssnangel4; Athrun434 and YojiKatO

Part 2
I had always prided myself on being able to stand my ground, stubborn, not easily swayed. I would never do something that offended my values or principles. I would not stand by idly while someone tried to walk over me, as if I was a simple doormat. I had always been proud of being like that.
So the question now was: where the hell was my pride?
"Naruto-kun," Haku muttered and sounded both disapproving and sad.
Even though I had somewhat expected this reaction, I still winced and avoided his eyes. Numbly I stared at the collection of women's clothing in his wardrobe and tried to decide whether a dress or a skirt would be more suitable for the annually picnic, hosted by the Uchiha family.
Six months after Manami's meeting with the Uchihas, she had been asked to attend the annually picnic, which would take place on the fifteenth of June. Attending this particular picnic was the ultimate dream of every lover of an Uchiha. An invitation to this event equalled a formal acceptance into the family and meant that a marriage was practically waiting around the corner.
I would have been ecstatic to be granted this invitation, but one small detail prevented me from feeling happy: the invitation was addressed to Namikaze Manami. Not Uzumaki Naruto.
I had wanted to rip apart the card, throw it in the fireplace while flipping the Uchiha family the bird, but the sight of Sasuke's face had halted me.
I had never seen Sasuke looking as happy as he did when I received the card, which had been delivered to Sasuke's office, because of course they didn't know my address.
He had been practically glowing; his otherwise cold eyes shining with excitement when they looked over the content, leaving me baffled.
What had struck me the most was the smile playing on his lips. It had been small – a contrast to his eyes – but it had portrayed a childlike happiness: the smile of a child who had finally obtained what he wanted. In this case, Sasuke had finally obtained the approval of his father, which he had been seeking since he was old enough to realise that Itachi was favoured over him.
And all it had taken for him to receive this approval was having an intelligent, beautiful girl as his partner.
All those years of working his arse off, all that time spent doing his best to please his father had finally paid off.
Fugaku had finally acknowledged his youngest son.
I should be happy for Sasuke. No one but me knew how hard Sasuke had worked to receive the acknowledgement; how miserable he had often been. How many times he had felt inferior, unworthy. After all those years of supporting him; of holding him throughout the night after Fugaku's dismissal had made him furious and upset; of distracting him when he was reaching his breaking point; after all that time I should be happy for him.
I felt hollow.
I tried so hard to refuse him when he asked me to dress up again. I had already spent more time dressed as a girl than I expected to do when we first concocted the plan and so I would have been in my rights to refuse him and force him to come clean to his parents. After all he had made me a promise to tell them.
I had planned to refuse, but I had forgotten that Sasuke's eyes held a power over me that disarmed me each time. His eyes were my weakness and he was most likely aware of what he could do to me.
And so, here I was again at Haku's house, trying to find an outfit while loathing myself for giving in once again. My pride had left me and was laughing at me from wherever it was hiding.
"Naruto-kun, don't you think it's …" Haku started softly, but I cut him off.
"Please, don't. I'm not in the mood for that," I replied flatly.
"I am worried about you," Haku persisted. He was sitting cross-legged on his bed; his large, brown eyes tracking my progress.
"Don't be," I muttered petulantly and my gaze travelled over a blood red shirt.
"Naruto-kun."
Annoyed, I whirled around and snapped, "What?"
He didn't look perturbed at my snappish reply. "How much longer are you going to do this?" He waved at the open wardrobe.
"You don't understand," I mumbled, evading his eyes.
"No, I don't," he agreed calmly. "I have never known you to give up your principles so easily."
"I didn't …" I started to protest, but stopped myself. He was right: I couldn't look at myself in the mirror this morning because I felt so ashamed for giving in again.
"How many times already have you been here to borrow clothes?"
I kept quiet, feeling my cheeks burn in humiliation.
"Why are you letting him do this to you?" Haku asked and looked at me with troubled eyes. "You're not the Naruto I've known for years."
That hurt. I knew I had changed, but to hear it be put that bluntly … It stung as if Haku had punched me. I wasn't proud of who I had become, but I couldn't disappoint Sasuke either! Not now, not when he was finally completely happy.
I tried to explain it to my friend. "I know I should have refused, but you didn't see how happy he was when he saw the invitation. He has been trying to get his father's approval for years and now he finally has it, so …"
"At the expense of you!" Haku suddenly exclaimed and I was so shocked at the unexpected tone that I just kept standing there gaping. My lack of verbal reaction seemed to spur him on. "Yes, he's happy now. Good for him. I'm glad the old man finally realised he has a second son. But you're the one who's suffering now!"
"You're exaggerating," I snorted.
"No, I'm not! Don't you realise the truth?" he snapped angrily. "He's never going to come clean to his parents! Why should he when his lover is content to keep dressing up as a girl? He knows he won't have to risk angering his parents, because he knows you're just going to doll up to please him! He's deceiving you and you're too smitten with him to realise that!"
"Shut up! Don't talk about him like that!"
My angry shouting brought Zabuza upstairs and he appeared in the doorway; his height looming ominously over us.
"What the fuck is going on here?" he snapped and glared at me. Noticing his boyfriend's shocked face, he immediately walked over and pulled him in his arms. His glare intensified. "What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything!" I snarled, my whole body tensed in fury. "Your boyfriend is sticking his nose in business that doesn't belong to him!"
"That doesn't give you the right to …"
"Zabuza, please don't," Haku pleaded and turned around to hug the larger man around his neck, placing a kiss on his cheek. "Don't fight with Naruto-kun. It's not his fault. I went too far."
Zabuza threw me another glare and I glared back. I was hoping Zabuza would ignore Haku's plea: I was so frustrated I was itching to have a good brawl. But of course I wouldn't get what I wanted. When had it ever been different?
"I'm sorry, Naruto-kun," Haku said sincerely. "I didn't mean to be so rude."
Damn it. I breathed out slowly and forced my fists to unclench. I could never stay mad at Haku for long.
"I'm just worried about you," he told me softly. "I don't want you to lose yourself because of Sasuke-kun. You deserve better, Naruto-kun."
"Don't," I answered tiredly and rubbed my hands over my face. "I know Sasuke loves me. The least I can do is help him with this. He was there for me when no one else was. Now it's my turn to be there for him. I just need to tough it out for a little bit longer."
"If he really loved you, Naruto-kun, he wouldn't ask this of you." His brown eyes looked at me sadly.
I ignored his remark. "Can you please help me find an outfit for the picnic?" I pleaded and crossed my arms to hide the trembling limbs. I wanted nothing more than to go home and watch some television before Sasuke would be home. I just wanted to feel like any regular guy waiting for his lover to arrive home.
"Of course, Naruto-kun."
I hoped I was just imagining his disappointed tone. The hollow feeling in my chest told me the truth.

"You look beautiful," Sasuke whispered in my ear and his arm around my waist tightened briefly.
I smiled wanly, not giving a verbal reply and opted instead to try to ignore how weird the cool breeze felt against my shaved legs. My outfit consisting out of a sunflower yellow T-shirt and white skirt falling just above my knees combined with the hot weather didn't allow for long trousers unless I wanted to feel uncomfortable. So I was left with no choice but to shave my legs if I didn't want the truth to be let out.
The things I did for the bastard …
"I am glad to see you again, Manami-chan," Mikoto smiled warmly. "Sasuke."
She accepted the kiss he pressed on her slender hand.
I bowed slightly, having noticed the change in suffix. I swallowed and said, "Thank you for inviting me. I really appreciate it."
Fugaku appeared next to her. "Welcome, Manami-san," he greeted me and dipped his head in a short bow.
I could practically feel Sasuke vibrating next to me.
I gave another bow. "Thank you for inviting me."
Sasuke's grandmother pressing my hands between hers made it official: I was accepted in the family.
Well, to be more precise: Manami was accepted into the family. I tried to curb down the bitterness I felt. I didn't want anyone asking me what was wrong.
"I can't believe he formally accepted you like that," Sasuke murmured and his voice brimmed with excitement. He was standing behind me, his arms clasped around my waist.
"It's great, huh?" I muttered and couldn't work up the enthusiasm that Sasuke probably would expect from me.
He didn't seem to notice my lack of interest. "And you even got accepted earlier in the family than Konan did," he continued in a gloating manner.
"Yay me," I deadpanned.
"Welcome to the family, Manami-chan," Konan smiled. She was holding her baby of two months in her arms. They had named the girl Rin and she had her father's hair but her mother's eyes. "Would you like to hold her?"
"Eh, sure," I murmured uncertainly and awkwardly held the baby against my chest. She blinked sleepily at me and yawned. I resisted the urge to coo.
"Grandmother and mother are already conspiring about a future wedding for you two," Itachi stated dryly and I almost choked in my spit.
What?
Sasuke casted me a quick glance, but I ignored his look and instead fixed my gaze on the baby gurgling in my arms.
"They love planning festivities way too much." Sasuke shook his head, but the look he threw the two women was fond.
"No, they love additions to the family," Itachi corrected his brother and snorted. "After the wedding, they probably will be planning the baby shower next."
I had to get away. I quickly, but carefully handed over Rin back to her mother and smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I'm a bit thirsty so I'm going to get a drink."
Before either one of them could say something, I quickly walked over the table set up underneath the shade of some trees, which held several jugs with beverages.
I hoped there was some alcoholic drink available, because I was going to need it if I wanted to get through this day. Honestly, who the hell started to plan a wedding without even a proposal? I ignored the churning of my stomach and instead downed a glass of champagne.
I could get through this. It was only one afternoon.

Even though it had been my intention to get tipsy and convince Sasuke through that to return home, the afternoon ended with me being completely sober and Sasuke inebriated. I assumed he had been so happy with his family's approval that he had gone overboard with the alcoholic drinks.
When he had started to sway lightly, I had hastily said goodbye to the family and had led him to his car, taking the keys from him so that I could drive. There was no way in hell he would be the one behind the wheel in his state.
He was mostly quiet throughout the car trip and I was starting to wonder whether he would just fall asleep. If he was planning to do that, I hoped he would wait with that until we were inside.
"You – you did really well today." His speech was slightly slurred and his eyes were trained on my trying to unbuckle his belt after I parked on my driveway.
I snorted. "Why thank you," I muttered monotonously.
"Re-really happy that they accepted you," he muttered and I finally managed to free him.
I didn't reply and stepped out of the car, quickly walking to the other side so that I could get Sasuke out of the car without him injuring himself.
Luckily he was able to walk on his own, though I kept my arm around his waist in case he stumbled.
I closed the door behind us with a sigh and locked it. I turned around and noticed Sasuke leaning against the wall, studying me with dazed eyes.
"You do, you know," he suddenly blurted out.
"I do what?" I raised my eyebrow and hung his keys on a small hook next to our coats.
"You do look beautiful," he repeated and waved his hand lazily at my outfit.
"Every guy just loves to be called beautiful while dressed up as a girl," I muttered darkly and viciously kicked off my heels. I nearly groaned at the relief I felt of having my two feet steady on the floor.
Next on the list to take off were my clothes. I walked upstairs to my bedroom and had just removed the light shawl that was meant to hide my Adam's apple, when I suddenly felt two hands slipping underneath my shirt while a warm chest was pressed against my back.
"What are you doing?" I asked curiously.
"I want you," he whispered in my ear and he took my earlobe between his lips to suckle on it.
My breath escaped in a hiss. "I thought you were too drunk to do anything but sleep."
His chuckle vibrated against my back. "I'm never too drunk to do you."
"How incredibly romantic," I teased and turned around in his arms so that I could face him.
"Never took you to be the romantic type." His eyes gained more focus and he looked at me amused.
"Luckily for you, I'm not that type," I hummed and started to unbutton his shirt. "Let's face it: you're not the most romantic guy on earth."
"And yet, I managed to get a girl like you." He winked and I punched his arm while scowling at him.
"Don't call me a girl!"
He quickly bent down and kissed me, while pressing a leg between mine. He slid his knee up until it pressed harshly against me and I let out a soft moan.
For someone who had consumed a lot of alcohol, he was remarkably fast in shedding off his clothes and in only two minutes he was standing completely naked in front of me. I lifted up my shirt and he fell down on his knees, grabbing me by my hips so he could press kisses around my bellybutton. Shivering from the feeling of his lips touching my skin, I quickly threw the shirt at my chair and it slid down on the floor in a small heap.
Before I could rid myself of the annoying padded bra, two pale hands shot out and captured my wrists.
"What?" I asked confused when he brought my hands back down.
"Leave it on," he rasped and released my wrists in favour of slipping his hands underneath my skirt.
"What the hell? No," I retorted and tried to take the bra off again.
"Please? You look really amazing right now. I want to try it like this," he muttered and four fingers hooked underneath the waistband of my boxers and pulled it down, leaving the garment to pool around my ankles. He threw them an amused look. "No panties?"
I contemplated how quick he would be able to retaliate if I should punch him now. He was still drunk, but considering how close he was, he probably would manage to grab my legs and make me tumble down. Getting my head bashed against the floor wasn't worth it. "No." I glared at him. "Since when do you have a fetish like this?"
He gave me a crooked smile. "Since you look so great in it," he told me and slapped my arse, making me stumble a bit from the unexpected sting.
"Fuck it," I muttered and stepped out of my boxers. I just wanted to forget what had happened today and Sasuke always managed to make my mind go blank. Of course I wouldn't be able to completely forget what had happened, but if I could just have a few hours where I didn't have to replay the entire scene, I would be content. And if I had to do this in a skirt and that damned bra, so be it. I couldn't be particularly arsed to care right now. I just would get rid of the clothes once we were finished.
"Don't make a habit out of this," I warned him and pulled him up, pushing him on the bed.
"Hm."
"I mean it, Sasuke! This is only for today," I said seriously.
Sasuke crawled backwards until he was in the middle of the bed. He cocked his head and smirked. "Yes, I know. Come here, now." He beckoned me and I rolled my eyes, but climbed in the bed, grateful that the skirt fell loosely around my legs and therefore there was little to no chance I would rip it accidentally.
His hands closed around my arms and pulled me forwards until he could push me around so that I ended up lying down on my back on the bed.
He raised my right leg up in the air and his free hand trailed over my hairless skin, making shivers erupt over my body; his hand felt searing hot against my skin.
"So soft," he muttered in a low voice and started pressing kisses on my leg: starting from my ankle, making a path over my leg, lingering on my knee until he carefully pushed the skirt up so that my thighs were visible. The feather light kisses and soft nips changed to a sudden teasing bite making me gasp for air and he started to suck a bruise in my inner thigh, making me squirm lightly.
I held my breath when his lips trailed higher up and let it back out in a whining groan when he just pressed a kiss on my hip and pulled back with a smirk lingering on his lips.
"You're a bastard," I breathed out and glared weakly.
His smirk widened. "Be patient," he murmured and bent over me to kiss me. His one hand slipped into the fake blonde hair I was still wearing and I heard him ruffle through the drawer of the nightstand with his other hand. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and deepened the kiss, swallowing his triumphant sound when he managed to find the half empty bottle of lube.
"We really should start keeping it closer," he muttered against my lips and impatiently uncapped the bottle.
"It can't get any closer than the nightstand," I snickered and inhaled sharply when I felt a slick finger entering me without any warning. I threw him a half-hearted scowl. "Give a warning next time."
"Where would be the fun in that?" he smiled and nuzzled with his nose in my neck.
My hand shot from his shoulder to his hair and I gripped it tightly when a second finger joined the first, stretching me more than the first one did, making it burn a bit.
“God, I love how tight you are,” Sasuke muttered dazed against my collarbone and kissed it. His lips slid over my collarbone down to my stomach, tracing the edge of my ribs that were faintly visible. The air felt cool against the wet marks and I shivered a bit, biting back a groan when a third finger surprised me.
“My, aren’t we impatient today,” I murmured and wiggled my hips, quickly getting used to the feeling of being stretched with three fingers now.
A fleeting smile was my reply before he dipped his tongue in my navel and simultaneously rotated his fingers inside me, going even deeper, skimming across a sensitive spot in me, making me moan out loud and curl a bit inwards; though Sasuke laying down between my legs prevented me from completely curling up.
“Found it,” he smirked and before I could retort, he curled his fingers slightly, as if in a beckoning manner and my following groan was embarrassingly loud in the otherwise silent room when he pressed against that particular spot more harshly.
He pulled back and I bit on my lip to avoid letting out a small whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness. The look he threw me told me clearly that he knew what I was doing and I cursed him for still being so observant while having a lot of alcohol in his system; how the hell did he manage to stay so composed? Was there some sort of Uchiha secret when it concerned alcohol?
My musing was cut off when I felt his cock entering me slowly, stretching me wider than his fingers had done and this time I couldn’t hold back the small whine. It wasn’t painful, but it did sting a bit and my breathing quickened while my arms closed around his neck. His breathing was laboured in my neck when he finally halted inside me, his hips pressing against my own, his cock filling me up completely, his body trembling in my hold and deep inside I felt a bit smug that I could break through his cold exterior.
A yelp tore through the silence when he suddenly flipped over, landing on his back with me on top of him.
He patted my thigh and then gripped my hips tightly, making the skirt bunch up a bit. “You’re going to ride me.”
I would have bristled at the command, but the breathless tone he murmured it in and the way his eyes were half lidded and staring at me hungrily, convinced me and I slowly started to move up and down, trying to find the right angle. I put my hands behind me on his legs so that I had some extra support and when I next shifted my hips, he pressed against that special spot and I moaned loudly, throwing my head back.
“Th-there, oh, fuck, there!”
“Yes, that’s it; I want to hear you,” Sasuke murmured and his hands rubbed up and down over my hips, sometimes caressing my thighs, making my breath hitch and lose my build up rhythm for a moment. The skirt rubbed against my hard cock and I started to pant, my hands tightening around his legs while I continued to roll my hips, pressing down hard every time I let myself drop down on his cock.
Soft moans and whimpered groans flew out of my mouth and a loud gasp escaped me when Sasuke suddenly sat up, brought his arms around my shoulders and tugged me down. Without pulling out, he swiftly turned me around and soon he was driving into me, taking over control.
“Ah, hm, Sa-Sasuke,” I keened and I gripped his hand tightly between my fingers when I felt him biting me in my neck.
One of his hands slid underneath my right leg and he ran it over my knee before pushing it up and bringing it over his shoulder while his mouth sucked furiously in my neck.
I yelled out once the slight change in position brought him closer to me and my hand scrambled over the rumpled sheets, gripping them as some sort of support. The friction of his stomach and skirt rubbing against my leaking erection made me shudder and I could feel my orgasm building up like a fire that became bigger with every piece of wood it devoured. I bit my lower lip hard and threw my head back against the pillow, the overload of sensations making me squeeze my eyes shut, while my body trembled and shivered; my inner muscles clamping down on Sasuke, whose hips were starting to hammer more harshly against my arse. I let out a weak whine, trying to catch my breath again.
My eyes shot open, staring at the light blue ceiling of my bedroom when I felt and heard Sasuke muttering something against my skin, his lips feeling extremely warm against my neck while his warm seed filled my canal.
His hand that had been holding up my leg dropped down on the bed and with an exhausted sigh, he fell down next to me; one arm slung over my chest, his face close to mine. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, leaving my body to cool off, the wet patches on my skin taking a bit longer to dry up.
I, however, was not able to fall asleep that easily. Numbly I pushed his arm away and sat up so that I could unhook the bra. I dropped it next to me on the floor, on top of my shirt and lifted my hips so that I could get rid of the skirt, which was now rather dirty. I would wash those clothes thoroughly before returning them to Haku. Or maybe I should just throw them away; saving us both the embarrassment.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed, my feet touching the rumpled clothes and I turned around to gaze at the man sleeping next to me. I twisted my upper body and stretched out a hand so that I could carefully touch his face. My fingers traced his thin eyebrows, barely grazed the closed eyes, caressed his cheeks, slid over his nose down until they rested on his mouth. With a finger I carefully traced his lips, mouthing the word he had murmured against my skin while he found his own release.
His lips parted and a warm gush of breath twisted around my finger. I retracted my hand and laid down again, staring at the ceiling blankly until sleep finally consumed me.

Fights between us were not rare. When we first met, we nearly had a fist fight right away – and all because I had tripped and spilled some juice on his jacket. Even when we became a couple, our fighting didn't cease completely. At the most the amount of fights lowered; mostly because all our arguments were solved in bed. Or against the wall. Or in the car. On any available surface, really.
Arguments that escalated into fights were usually quickly forgotten. We didn't like to dwell on past arguments and so didn't bring back old arguments into new fights. After we reconciled, the argument was considered finished, never being brought up again.
Too bad we couldn't continue that particular pattern.
After that one afternoon where Sasuke had insisted on me wearing the girly clothing to sleep with him, our fighting started anew, after lying dormant for nearly half a year. Small arguments simmered until they exploded in loud fighting and now either the fight was forgotten in favour of rough, angry sex or by simply not mentioning it again, which led to Sasuke spending a few days in his own apartment before he was back in my place.
The fights didn't have the same subject. They ranged from me forgetting to bring his suit to the dry cleaning to him staying out late without calling me, leaving me in a worried state.
However, I knew the underlying cause of all the fights: Manami. I had grown to loathe the mask I was forced to wear during interaction with his family. There were times when I just wanted to rip off the wig, wipe off the make-up and show them my short hair and scars on my cheeks, show them who I really was.
And yet, even though I probably would have dared to do that a couple of years ago, now I didn't dare to do that. Not because I feared them getting furious at me – I didn't care about that. I did care about the backlash that Sasuke would receive if I ever told the truth in this manner.
I knew I should stop caring about the possible backlash; I knew I should start urging Sasuke to tell his family the truth. Every time he requested me to wear women's clothing, I was ready to tell him to go to hell and just inform his family of the truth. Yet, every time I surrendered, because I didn't want to wipe off that ecstatic look on his face.
Sasuke had been happy when he was finally acknowledged by his father, but he was absolutely ecstatic once he was informed by his father that he would receive more important, more difficult cases. Cases that would win him a lot of reputation if he handled them well. Cases that showed that Fugaku thought his son capable enough to run his company.
Barely two months after receiving the first difficult case, Sasuke had been informed that he was considered as the next leader of the company once his father retired.
I was happy for Sasuke; really I was. I knew how much he wanted that particular position, because it would show friends and enemies how powerful he would be.
But all I could think of was the fact that after nearly a year, Sasuke still hadn't informed his parents about me. I hadn't set foot in the Uchiha mansion for nearly a year; Manami on the other hand was basically there every two weeks. Mikoto adored her future daughter-in-law and Fugaku was proud of his son for finding such a fine woman.
Even Itachi's son Deidara, who had been shy at first, called Manami 'auntie' and loved to play with her whenever he was visiting his grandparents.
Yes, Manami was adored by the entire Uchiha family.
How pathetic was it that I was losing against someone who didn't even exist?

Two weeks after my birthday, Manami was once again invited. This time it was to celebrate the birthday of Sasuke's grandmother. As her birthday was very important, I was required to wear a fancy dress.
I was barely able to look Haku in his eyes when I made that request.
I sighed and tried to mask my irritation. It wouldn't do for anyone belonging to the Uchiha family to notice my growing annoyance. Sasuke had left me a few minutes before to speak with his mother and grandmother in private and I was leaning against the wall, taking small sips of the bubbly champagne, trying to ignore the curious looks of the family members who hadn't had the chance to get to meet Sasuke's girlfriend.
Not giving them the chance to reach me and attempt to make idle conversation, I placed my half empty glass on the small table and wandered away, keeping as close to the walls as possible so that I wouldn't attract unwanted attention.
I managed to slip out of the ballroom without anyone noticing me and my hand trailed against the wall while my feet padded across the carpeted hallway. I was almost reaching the kitchen area – just one corner separating me from seeing the kitchen – when I suddenly heard Mikoto's joyful voice and I abruptly halted, pressing myself flat against the wall.
"How long have you been seeing Manami-chan now, Sasuke?"
"Almost fourteen months." The answer flowed smoothly over his lips and it wouldn't surprise me if the bastard had fabricated an entire timeline to erase any doubts about the relationship.
"Do you not suppose it is time then that you make it legal?" The sound of a cane tapping on the floor accompanied the question of Sasuke's grandmother.
I froze and held my breath. I wasn't certain whether I really wanted to hear Sasuke's answer to this, but it was as if my body was frozen and I couldn't move away even if I wanted.
So I kept standing there, hidden from sight, but able to hear the conversation clearly.
"Yes, I even have the ring ready."
My heartbeat sounded awfully loud suddenly and I felt uncomfortably warm in my loose dress.
"Really? Is it worthy of an Uchiha?"
"What do you think, grandmother?"
The sound of a box clicking open was heard and I heard two small gasps following.
"My, Sasuke, this ring is absolutely stunning!" Mikoto gushed. "Manami-chan will love it!"
"I hope she will," Sasuke laughed.
"I hope to see this ring on her finger soon, Sasuke," his grandmother told him sternly. "I am not becoming younger and I would like to see the great-grandchild whom she will bear. She is worthy of the Uchiha family; you have my blessing."
A ring. Sasuke had bought a ring to propose. He had ordered a ring to propose to a woman who didn't even exist in real life. His grandmother had given him her blessing.
Suddenly it felt as if I couldn't breathe and I nearly ran out of the corridor, pushing past startled waiters and waitresses. I didn't stop until I reached the door that would lead me to my temporary safe haven.
The cold air bit at my skin as soon as I stepped outside. My breath came out as white fog, but I didn't pay any attention to that. I walked until I found the tree in which Sasuke and I had spent quite some time when we were younger.
My hand reached out and touched the cold bark, feeling the roughness of it scratching my palm.
I stood there motionlessly, staring at the old tree, wondering why my sight was becoming so blurry until I realised it and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to prevent the tears from leaking out.
My hand clenched against the tree, feeling the bark digging into my skin while I tried to keep control over myself, tried to stop the shuddering breaths that were making my chest hurt. Tried to ignore the biting cold and how I wasn't wearing my jacket. Tried to ignore the stinging hot tears desperate to well over.
Tried to ignore how my heart hurt.

Sasuke found me some time later. I had lost my sense of time and only became aware of his presence when I suddenly felt a warm jacket falling over my shoulders.
"What on earth are you doing here without a jacket?" he scolded me and rubbed his hands briskly over my arms, trying to warm me up. "Fuck, it's too cold to just stand here in a dress; what the hell were you thinking?"
I didn't reply. I was afraid that if I opened my mouth I would start screaming at him, shout at him until the people inside the house became aware of it and come out to figure out what the fight was about. I was afraid that if I started talking, I would start delivering punches.
"Come on, let's go back inside before you get ill," Sasuke sighed and pulled me around.
He frowned. "Were you crying?"
I looked away and took a deep breath, praying that my voice wouldn't give me away. "Can we please go home? I'm tired."
Normally Sasuke would call me out on my lie, but something on my face made him decide to keep quiet about it and instead he led me back inside. He excused us by his family, picked up my jacket and soon we were back in his car, driving to my home in silence.
I could feel him sneaking glances at me, trying to figure out what was wrong, but he didn't break the silence, for which I was oddly grateful.
The silence continued until we entered my home. The sound of the door locking sounded very loud and without waiting for Sasuke nor paying any attention to the bag he was carrying, I viciously ripped the wig off my head and I threw it down on the coffee table in the living room when I passed it. My heels were kicked off harshly; two 'thumps' letting me know they had hit the wall.
I could feel dark eyes staring at me, but I ignored them and made my way upstairs so that I could change. Taking enough care to not damage the dress, I let it pool around my ankles and hastily pulled on some jogging pants and a worn out sweater.
"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Sasuke asked calmly and placed the bag next to him on the floor.
I turned around and glared at him. "A ring, Sasuke? Really?" I spat out and had the satisfaction of seeing his eyes widening in shock.
"You heard that."
I snorted and shook my head, clenching my arms tightly over each other, lest I was tempted to punch the asshole in his face. "Yeah, I heard that. I can't believe the fucking nerve of you!" I hissed.
Sasuke grimaced and raked a hand through his hair. "Listen, it's just that I knew they would start asking soon about that, so I decided to be quicker and I bought a ring to placate them." He shrugged.
Shrugged as if it wasn't a huge deal.
"That's not the fucking point, Sasuke!" I raised my voice and really wanted to grab something so that I could smash it against the wall. I couldn't remember a time when I had been this furious. "The fucking point is that you continue to keep this charade going on and I'm getting sick of it!" I gestured wildly at his pocket where I presumed the ring to be. "How much longer are you going to keep doing this? Until you propose to Manami? Until you have to marry Manami? And what then?"
"Will you please calm down?" Sasuke asked annoyed.
"Don't tell me what to do! I've been doing what you want for nearly a damn year now! When are you going to do what I want? When are you finally going to come clean to your parents?" Fury was making me see red and I knew from past experiences that it wouldn't be long now before a punch landed.
Question was who would be the first one to land a punch?
"It's not a good time, all right?" Sasuke shifted his feet and threw me an uncomfortable look. "Father is in the progress of handing over some really important clients to me and I can't have him distracted now."
"Distracted," I snorted and then abruptly closed my mouth, biting on my lip while I stared out of the window. I had to calm down. Getting into a physical fight wouldn't solve anything.
But I was so fucking furious now …
"I know it's been a long time already and I'm really grateful that you are willing to do this for me," Sasuke murmured softly and I hated that tone of voice. He always used that particular soft tone when he was planning on persuading me to see his side and he fucking knew he would succeed. It had never been different.
I heard him come closer and in the reflection of the window, I could see his hand reaching out to touch my shoulder. Before his hand could land on me, I twisted around out of his reach and stared at him.
He stared back at me, his eyes calculating and troubled.
"What's in that bag?" I asked and from the way he blinked a few consecutive times I could see I had caught him off guard with my question.
Even I had to admit that it had come out of the blue. I knew I should focus on the present argument, but something about that bag disturbed me. I thought I had seen it somewhere before, but I didn't know where.
He cleared his throat and stepped back. "Nothing special. Just something I bought the other day."
I narrowed my eyes and for once I was faster than him. I managed to evade his grabbing hands by rolling over my bed, and when my feet touched the floor, I quickly bent down and snatched the bag off the floor, feeling surprised at how light it felt.
"Naruto, wait!"
Too late.
A blood red bra with matching silk underwear, followed by a red garter belt and sheer stockings fell out of the bag and I stared at the clothing articles numbly before Sasuke managed to snatch them off the bed and dump them in the bag. Only now did I see where the bag came from: Victoria's Secret.
"What the hell are you doing with those clothes?" I asked coldly.
Sasuke clenched his jaw and looked away.
"Answer me!"
"You look hot in women's underwear, okay?" he suddenly snapped and glared at me as if I was the one at fault here. "Ever since we fucked when you were wearing that bra and skirt, I thought you looked hot in that get up and so I …"
"So you bought that? What, discovered a new hidden kink?" I sneered and my breathing quickened. "Or discovered that you like a female body more than a male one?"
"What the fuck are you talking about? I don't like a female body more than …"
"I'm not a girl, bastard! If you want to fuck someone in a bra and fucking stockings with a goddamn garter belt, go find a real girl then!" I screamed, my heartbeat roaring like thunder in my ears. "I'm never going to be a girl! I'm a man! But apparently you're getting confused about that particular fact! Newsflash: you're dating me, Naruto, not that imaginary chick Manami!"
Anger sparked in his eyes. "I know goddamn well that you're a guy, Naruto," he growled. "And I don't need a girl. What's so wrong with just occasionally …"
"Don't dare to finish that sentence unless you want to get your face rearranged," I whispered and glared at him menacingly.
He finally seemed to have caught on the fact that I was more furious than he had ever seen me be.
He took a deep breath and reached out with his hands. "Naruto, can we please …"
"Get the fuck out of here."
Sasuke stared at me in shock. Any other day I would relish the fact that I had managed to shape his face in that particular look, but all I could think now was that I wanted to be alone. I was terrified of what I would do if he stayed any longer. I couldn't bear to look at him now.
"Don't make me repeat myself. Get the fuck out of here. I mean it, Sasuke. I don't want you here."
"Fine, I leave – for now. But I'll come back and we'll talk about this."
I didn't say anything when he passed me by and remained standing there while I heard him descending the stairs and heard the door shut behind him. Five minutes later his car finally departed.
Slowly I picked up my cell phone and used one of the few shortcut keys I had.
"Naruto-kun?"
"Can you please come over? I – I … Sasuke …"
Some vague noises in the background. "I'll be right there, Naruto-kun."
"Thanks." I disconnected the call and like a zombie I walked downstairs until I sank down on the couch. "Like a girl crying to her friends about a fight with her boyfriend," I muttered and a bitter laugh escaped me.
Was this what they called irony?

"I don't know what the hell I should do now," I muttered and took a swig from my bottle of cheap beer.
Haku gazed at me with calm eyes, a glass of soda between his two hands. Being the good friend he was, he had not mentioned once during my whole retelling of the event that he had warned me about this. I appreciated that. I was already feeling down enough without the reminder that Haku had predicted months ago that this little charade wouldn't end well.
He exhaled softly and shook his head. "What do you want me to say, Naruto-kun?" He raised an eyebrow.
I shrugged and tightened my grip around the bottle. "I don't know; maybe give me some sort of advice? You know, like friends always do."
"You know what I think about this charade," he murmured and his mouth tightened. "To be honest, I'm surprised you didn't punch him after you discovered the bag."
I grimaced. "I wanted to punch him. That's why I told him to get out."
He cocked his head and something in his eyes glinted.
"What?" I frowned.
"Nothing," he replied soothingly. "Just that you seem to have become more mature. A year ago you wouldn't have hesitated to punch him."
I stiffened and looked down. Here it was again: the implication that I had changed.
"Look, at this particular moment, I'm not really inclined to like Sasuke. However," he took a deep breath and continued, "While he has some family issues, I do know that he cares about you a lot. If you really want my advice, I'd say that you give him one last chance. It's been nearly a year since you started this. Give him one last chance to prove that he really means it with you. Next time his family wants to meet with Manami, he has to tell them the truth. He owes you that."
I licked my lips and looked up. "And what if … if he doesn't do it? What then?"
"I think you know what to do then in that case," he answered softly.
I tensed and bit hard on my lip, understanding what he meant. That didn't mean I liked hearing it.
"I miss the old Naruto-kun," Haku suddenly said. "I miss having fun with you. You're one of my best friends, Naruto-kun and I hate seeing you like this. Where is the old you who never gave up? Where is the guy who was proud of who he was, other people's opinion be damned?"
"Haku-kun, don't," I whispered, but for once Haku didn't listen.
"No, Naruto-kun, you are the one who called me and wanted advice. You don't get to backtrack now, after all this," he told me and his eyes glowed fiercely. "When I was in that bad relationship, you kept telling me how I had to leave him, how I was better than to stay with him. I finally listened and realised you were right. I was in a bad relationship and I needed to get out of it."
"Sasuke never abused me!" I snapped, definitely not liking the fact that Haku basically put Sasuke in the same category as the douchebag who had abused him for months before he had managed to escape his clutches. I was angry at Sasuke now, but that didn't give Haku the right to accuse him of something like that.
"It doesn't have to be abusive to be a bad relationship!" Haku replied loudly. "What you have now is not a healthy relationship, Naruto-kun. It's on a path to become a bad relationship if you don't do something now. Tell Sasuke he has to come clean about your relationship the next time you meet his family. Or are you willing to marry him disguised as a girl? How are you going to explain the fact that you can't bear children? Are you going to give up who you really are just for his sake? Are you okay with hiding yourself from the real world?"
No, no, of course I was not okay with hiding from the real world. I wanted to be able to show the world who my lover was. I wanted to be able to hold his hand in public, kiss him in public without having to fear that his family would hear about it. I didn't want to hide.
I released my breath in a slow exhale, thinking about what Haku said. He was right; I had asked him for advice and now he had given me some. It would be childish to reject it, just because it was something I didn't want to hear. This whole time I had been adamant that Sasuke told his family the truth and yet I had never really pushed him.
On the contrary, I had given in every time he asked me to dress up. No wonder Sasuke had still not made a move to tell his family; I was stupid to have enabled the whole charade for so long. Because without me, the entire lie collapsed. The lie started with my cooperation and would only end if I pulled back from it. I should have ended the lie long before it lead to this. It was my own fault that it had dragged on for this long.
"You're right, Haku-kun," I muttered after a long silence had fallen between us.
"Talk with Sasuke. Give him a chance to make it right. And for god's sake, don't let him convince you otherwise with sex!" Haku sighed exasperatedly and shook his head.
I spluttered and stammered, felt my face flaming up in embarrassment.
"I have to go now. Talk with him," Haku insisted one last time before he left me alone with my brooding thoughts.
One last chance, huh? I could agree with giving him one last chance to prove himself. The question remained whether I would be strong enough to make the right decision afterwards.
My insides cramping up, I pushed another speed dial and waited for the other person to pick up.
"Yes?"
My head fell back against the couch and I stared out of the window. "We need to talk."

AN2: I swear one day I'll be able to write a fluffy birthday fic. One day ... So yeah, here's the second part. *clears throat* I'm working on the third part so hopefully I'll be able to post that soon.
See you all in the third part!
Cuddles
Melissa
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