Just Another Pretty Face

Two years prior

The room was dimly lit; the setting to the lamp on the night stand had been set to low. The T.V. was on but the two boys sitting on the bed weren’t paying attention to what was on. They we’re to preoccupied with staring into each others eyes. Honey golden brow looked down into almost black eyes with warmth.

“So.” Sasuke said, shifting to get more comfortable, his head lying in the other boys lap. “This is what being in a relationship is like…” It was a question but it needed not to be answered. The boy above him smiled and stroked Sasuke’s hair, looking back up at the T.V. Suddenly Sasuke sat up and stretched before placing his back against the wall next to the older boy.

“You know Sasuke…” The other boy looked at Sasuke beside him.

“Daichi…?” Sasuke questioned looking at the older boy. Daichi leaned in and kissed Sasuke chastely.

“You know I love you right?”

Sasuke’s eyes snapped open, his vision blocked by a black pillow. Groaning Sasuke rolled on his back and looked at the ceiling. Yeah fucking right… Sasuke thought bitterly to himself. He hated that dream…it reminded him of how stupid he was for believing in love. There was a soft tapping at his door.

“What?” Sasuke said hoarsely.

“Get dressed; we’re meeting the new neighbors in a few minutes.” Sasuke frowned.

“Alright.” He called back. Sitting up he slung his legs off the edge of the bed and sighed. Slowly walking over to his closet he peered inside looking at all the black and white… ‘I really need new clothes…’

Picking out a pair of black shorts with white stitching. Tossing onto the bad behind him he went in search of a suitable shirt.

No, no, no, no, no, no…nnnnnno, no, no, no-wait! No…no. Sasuke glared at all his shirts, trying to make them burst into flame. Nothing fit his mood…His eyebrow rose when he spotted something lying on his closet floor. Picking it up he immediately recognized it. It belonged to Daichi…It was a white short sleeve shirt with the Sharingan logo on the front in red.

There was a sudden banging at the door which caused Sasuke to jump a little. “Sasuke hurry up!” Kakashi yelled through the wooden door. Sasuke sighed and took of the shirt he fell asleep in and slipped on the other shirt. Quickly he pulled on the shorts and then his black sweater, leaving it open so the Sharingan would show. Grabbing his Ipod he headed out the door.

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Kakashi knocked silently on the door, Sasuke by his side looking impassive as usual. Sasuke looked up at his guardian wondering why he had decided to wear his turtle neck over his mouth…He thought he stopped that six years ago … There was a shuffling sound on the other side of the door.

“Naruto! Get the door!” A yell was heard.

“Alright already!” Another yell. Then it sounded like something slammed face first into the door. The door swung open revealing a blond boy, rubbing his nose, with his eyes clinched.

“Well hello there Naruto.” Kakashi said happily. The blond slightly opened his eyes.

“Oh, hi Kakashi…” Slowly Naruto opened his eyes and caught sight of the boy next to him. He couldn’t breath. It was the dark haired boy he had been daydreaming about for hours…now at his door step. All motor functions ceased and he barely registered he was slightly drooling.

“Um…Naruto.” Kakashi questioned waving his hand in front of the blond. Kakashi sweat dropped. “We’ll just let ourselves in.” Kakashi walked past the blond with Sasuke in toe. Sasuke rolled his eyes as he gave a last glance at the apparently retarded blond. After they left Naruto snapped out of it. Realizing that he just made an idiot of himself he slammed his head against the door frame.

Sasuke looked up at Kakashi. “And how do you know him?” Kakashi looked down at him, smiling. “I worked with him for a while…”

Sasuke looked like he was thinking, his brows creasing. “You were his…therapist?”

“Yup, Naruto witnessed his parents death. He was traumatized and had to be placed in an orphanage.” Kakashi turned into the living room and plopped down on the couch. “Sounds a lot like you, no?” Sasuke frowned before taking his place next to Kakashi. A second later Naruto came in dragging his feet and sat in the loveseat across the room, trying not to make eye contact with Sasuke. A minute a tan man entered the room, hair wet like had just got out of the shower.

“Hello Kakashi-san.” He grinned

“Hi there Iruka-chan.” Kakashi said in a sing song voice. It made Sasuke cringe, it reminded Sasuke of him. Iruka blushed and glared at the silver haired man.

“I said don’t call me that!” Kakashi only smiled in return. Iruka’s eye twitched before looking at Naruto. “Naruto can you set up the table?” Iruka said as more of an order than a question.

“Uh…sure.” Naruto passed the three in the living room, still not making eye contact with Sasuke.

“You know Iruka…” Kakashi stated. “This used to be the home of the Akamatsu family.” Sasuke’s fist clenched.

“Oh?” Iruka said, interested.

“Yeah, they had a boy named Daichi. He was quite the jock. Even though Daichi was two years older then Sasuke, the two were best friends.” The temperature around Sasuke dropped several degrees. All unnoticed by the two adults.

“Oh, two years. How old is Sasuke?”

“Seventeen.” Sasuke said coldly.

“Oh? Well Naruto is fifteen now. Maybe you and Naruto could become that close of friends? That’s what he needs right now…In his last school he got bullied a lot…” Iruka looked of into the distance. While Sasuke closed his eyes. That wont happen…

“Iruka! The table is set!”

“Shall we?” Kakashi said, getting up from the couch.

(I know, crappy place to leave off but, Feh.)

R&R