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This Thing We Don't Call Love	By : teasetillyoudrop Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1080 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, though I wish I did. I don't make money off of this if it wasn't obvious.

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Comment:� Nothing
to say other than fell out of anime/manga for a
while. Sorry.� Angels still giving me a hard
time�D:

Reviews and feedback would be greatly appreciated. :]

Well, love is insanity. The
ancient Greeks knew that. It is the taking over of a rational and lucid mind by
delusion and self-destruction. You lose yourself, you have no power over
yourself, you can't even think straight. ~Marilyn
French

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I�d never once thought of sanity.

Of whether or not I�d lost
mine.

My mom once told me that love makes everyone crazy,

So I�ve never really cared.

But two days after I dumped you and threw her away, I began to notice missing
nights.

At first it was just once a week, on days we bumped into
each other, argued and fought.�

I chalked it up to my anger-rage-hate-hurt.

And I was fine with it because Mom had told me love makes
everyone crazy.

And I don�t know about you but a night without a memory, that sounds pretty crazy.

But then I lost a whole week, and found welts and
bruises, just like our passionate days.

So I began watching you.�
Acting like nothing had happened between us.

Saw how you would try to sneak a peek at me and quickly
look away when I caught you.

You had nothing to frown about, and yet you did it every
day.

You weren�t losing
days, as if they were trash.

You weren�t waking
up with splotchy skin, with no memory of how and why.

So every day you�d
look for me at school, I�d rush to the nurse�s office.

You didn�t scare me but you scared me.�
This thing between you and I.

So I planned to tell
my mom that I�m being bullied, and ask if we could move,

I wanted to move
away,

I needed to move
away.

But you must have
seen something that tipped you off,

Must have felt
something,

Cause ramming me up
against my own house fence is the most fucked up way to say hello.

�What the fuck is
the matter with you?� You whisper with a frown,

Like
it would stop people from noticing your hands holding my wrists against cold
metal.

I knew you won�t let
go even if I sprained my wrist

So I aim for your
balls with a knee,

But of course speed
of a star soccer player is no match for a karate black belt.

�You give me the
cold shoulder and�� your eyebrows twitch lower, �is something wrong at home?�

I open my mouth and
aim for another kick,

hoping the worry on your face is enough
distraction.

Fucking
black belt.

�Stop that,� a
bruising, warning squeeze, �is that pervert treating
you well?�

�You�re the fucking
pervert, let go!� I look past your
shoulder

Only
to see a blushing female student from our school tucking away her cell-phone.

You let go of my
wrists to plant tense fingers on my shoulders.

�I can�t fix
whatever is wrong with you if you�re throwing a hissy fit.�

I glance at your
right hand now massaging my left shoulder,

And throw a punch at
your stupid scrunched-up face.

You stagger back,
spit and straighten up with a hand on your left cheek.

You could have avoided
that.

Why didn�t you?!

�You�re what�s the matter
with me?!� I yell at you,

hoping someone would take me-you away before we
fuck up more.

�The
hell?� You�ve been avoiding me by day and sneaking
into my room at night.�� I watch you wipe
bloody spit from your lips.

What�

�You neurotic
psycho,� you sigh and stuff your hands in your pocket.� The freaking posture of the
student council president.

My chest constricts�

�I�m bringing you to
the hospital,� you make a clicking sound with your tongue and bring out a cell-phone.�

I don�t remember�

�Jiraiya
told me give you time but I�ve had it,� you sigh again and turn your attention
to the phone.

That wasn�t me�

�Kakashi,
we need a ride,� you glance up at me and then away, you grit your teeth.

That wasn�t me�

�It�s important,� your
face scrunching up again, �Kakashi now.�

She�s not me�

�Please, Naru-�

�That wasn�t me!� I tackle you to the ground and the phone falls further with a
crack, �how could you?!�

�Of course it�s you!�� You make no effort to stand, �you�re the only
retard with that equally retarded ramen pin.�

�We broke up!�

�You decided, not us!�

�That wasn�t me!�

You frown harder and
my world spins as you pin me with your calloused hands.

�It has always, always, been you,� you scrutinize my
face, �you�re the only idiot with those blue eyes and dumbass logic.�

�You�you want her,�
I try to wrestle an arm free, watching the sidewalk fog and waver.

�I thought it was a kink of yours,� I feel you let go and sit straighter

�Then why did you
leave me alone,� I close my eyes from your looks.

�I�� Your weight
leaves for a while and I make a sound,

open my eyes to see your face inches above mine.

�Everyone thought
you needed time to mourn,� your face moves closer, �Kushina-san and Minato-san were the best parents anyone
could ever have.�

Mom telling me that
everything will work out�

�Jiraiya
told me you were still avoiding their altars so I didn�t think it was right for
me to barge in.�

Dad smiling back at
me�

�But three weeks ago
you came to my room so I thought we were alright.�

Mom waving good-bye
as dad drove them to the airport.

�I�m sorry I couldn�t
be there for you.�

Mom and dad calling
to say they love me.
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