Proving You're Right

midnight: okay ya'll i've gothe next chapter and it's a long one. Don't expect long chapters outta me in the future... although it is my goal, because i don't think i could stay up this late again. That and i wanted to give you guys a bit of action! oh and if you have any questions or comments please email me at blu_angls_queen@hotmail.com or just review (hint hint) :3 love ya all and thanks for reviewing Nyuuchan, Dark Toy, and Tee_Hee Uke! love ya's. okay. On with the show.


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Metaphysics

“Yeah, I think it should go there. Yeah, yeah that’s great. Can we get the magenta lighting placed right here? Good. Karin! Raise it up a bit. Yeah, yeah. That look’s great! No, Sai! Sai, my man, yours’re supposed to be with the watercolors down the hall.”

“But sumi-e is not water color.” Sai, an eccentric artist dressed in black cargos and a long sleeve sweater held two of his Sumi-e paintings and stood there looking at the director of the Art student’s showcase.

“Yeah I know that Sai, but that’s where we need to put your stuff. The general public could, unfortunately, give a damn about sumi-e not being water color. Now, down the hall. There’s a good boy.” Naruto had the blond haired director made his rounds through the halls of the building, making sure that lighting and placements were perfect. After all, his father, who was the master at critique, was coming tonight. He found that everything was looking great. Except that damn banner in the gym. “Karin! Higher! Good lord does anybody know how to do anything around here?”

“Maybe you’re just a bad director.”

Naruto knew that smart mouth. Sure he only heard it on one occasion but it was no reason to forget who’s face that voice belonged to. Sure enough, Naruto spun his tight body around and found who exactly was offending his directing skills. He smiled:

“Well, Mr. Philosophy Major, my skills in commanding are just as fine tuned as your brain is… I’m sure.” His smile grew wider when he found that the brunette standing before him looked taken back. Seriously, didn’t this guy learn that he had a smart mouth, for all his appearance was worth?

“Hn.” Was all the reply that he had gotten. Naruto wasn’t one to give up on a man so easily.

“So, was the reason you came here to give me an apology?” Naruto casually strolled up to his target, hand’s in his pocket and his Slytherin scarf hanging loosely around his neck. “Or do you have an ulterior motive?”

Naruto stopped only two feet away from the raven haired philosopher. He was fortunate enough in finding out that this man, Sasuke if his memory served correct, was in the same philosophy class as his ex-girlfriend. He also found out that this man standing in front of him had an aura of pig-headed-ness, or whatever the equivalent was.

“I don’t owe you an apology.” Sasuke’s black leather messenger bag was strung across his shoulders, his black wool blazer was open and revealed a warm looking grey turtle-neck, complete with blue jeans and a pair of rei snow boots. This man knew how to dress, in Naruto’s opinion. “In fact, it was purely by coincidence that I had found you.”

“Oh,” Naruto seemed to understand that statement. “So, you just were wandering around this building, decided to drop by the showcase in progress, saw me and decided to strike up a conversation. That doesn’t seem like a coincidence or a byproduct of such accusations at all. What is your reasoning for this?”

If anything at all had struck a chord inside the raven haired man, it was this man’s attitude and the demeanor at which he presented himself. Dressed casually, infact he looked like he was dressed hazardously, holey longs sleeve layered shirts, tight jeans with worn in holes which would never protect a normal human being under any circumstances from the frigidity of the outside environment. And his black flat-top converse sneakers. His attitude though, was of someone who was not educated in the catastrophic organization of the artistic world. For, he knew how to hold his own against a person such as himself.

Sasuke was head of his class since such a position was recognized. Throughout all his school years he was above and beyond the comprehension of the normal human classmates of his years. Graduated Valedictorian with high honors from high school, and following him were his credentials as a national honors student all four years, perfect attendance and the ability to tutor his underclass mates. Even with all his skills and capabilities, this uneducated looking Art major had stepped up and knocked Sasuke down.

“I-“ Sasuke was unsure where to begin, he covered up his stuttering with a casual pace around his blond haired target. “wanted to see you.”

Was that it? Was that the real reason he had felt that magnetic pull towards the gymnasium when he was only going to go through the building to escape the cold? At first he had seen some of the artwork in the halls, the rushing students trying to put it all together and finally, he saw him. The blond man was making his rounds, correcting the paintings’ orders and categorization when he followed him into the gymnasium. Sasuke watched as Naruto made his way over to a red-headed girl standing on a 24’’ ladder held by other peers as she attempted to fix a large banner that said: “Welcome to the Art Showcase!” it had orange swirls and red fan’s all over the white background. Naruto had called out to the girl, Karin, and Sasuke couldn’t stop his feet from walking deeper into the lion’s den and speak up.

“You- wanted to see me?” Now it was Naruto’s turn to be taken back. He was surprised to hear that coming from the prideful man he had experienced. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Are you suggesting that I am lying?” Sasuke stopped his circling right behind Naruto. He couldn’t see his face, but he could see the back of this fine young man. He was cut, he discovered, it appeared to him that Naruto had done some light body building to get this slim yet built body, his ass wasn’t hard on the eyes either. Sasuke could hear Naruto chuckling and shaking his head back and fourth. In one fluid movement, the blond turned on the spot and crossed his arms, his mouth cocked open and his tongue running over his canine teeth, his eyes seemed to take on the seductive hue of dark blue.

“I’m saying, that I don’t completely believe your reason for being here.” Naruto’s posture straightened when an exhuberant voice called out his name from across the gym.

“Naurto-kun!!!”

Said man raised his head and looked over Sasuke’s shoulder at the boy who had called his name. A crestfallen look appeared on the otherwise angelic face.

“Sorry Sasuke, I have to go.” Naruto made his way past a stunned brunette when his arm was grasped by the inside of his elbow. The blond looked into the blackest eyes he had ever seen.

“How did you know my name?” the man asked suspiciously, it wouldn’t be the first time someone had found out his name without him giving it, stalking fan girls included.

“A friend of mine had a class with you, she told me your name after I told her about our ‘collision’. So, I’ll see you later tonight huh? We start at 8. See ya.” Naruto let himself out of Sasuke firm grip before walking away to help the man who had called to him earlier. That was the second time that that guy had evaded him and invited him to some event or another without his answer. Well, wouldn’t the blond director be sad to know that Sasuke wasn’t going to be there tonight. There was nothing that was going to keep him from missing his group study tonight. Nothing.

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So there he was, walking through familiar halls with Kiba looking at various artifacts and comparing the replicated paintings to their original creators. It had seemed that that ‘nothing’ that would keep him from group study had a proper name. Kiba Inuzuka. Apparently, the girl that Sasuke’s best friend was trying to woo was interested in the arts, so it would only make sense that she would be at the showcase tonight. And that would be the logical explanation of why they were occupying the same space as other ‘misnomers’ instead of furthering their intellect by attending their pre-arranged group study. He sighed for the fifth time that half hour and received a well practiced scowl from his friend.

“Dude, stop with the guffawing.” Kiba said half heartedly. He put more energy into his glare than he did his choice of words… and Sasuke couldn’t let that go.

“The word guffaw means a hearty and boisterous laughter. That doesn’t sound anything like I had done in the past…” Sasuke paused to thing about this closely. “…twelve years.”

“Yeah which is really sad.” Kiba stopped abruptly to look at a painting of what appeared to be a bunch of kids dressed up in various and mismatched hand-me-down clothes and junk flying through the clouds in their hand constructed fort. It was enough to stop anyone and ask “What-The-Fuck?” (google: Aesthetics, Choreography of Consciousness and you’ll get what I’m talking about.) Sasuke couldn’t care less of what a bunch of children’s imagination looked like. He was more interested in some of the water colors he knew were down the hall.

“I’m gonna go look for the water colors.” Sasuke left Kiba looking at the Choreography of Consciousness painting to look for more ‘meaningful’ paintings.

There certainly were a lot of people here at the showcase- more than Sasuke thought would show up. There were people from all walks of life who’ve shown up. There were those always entertaining Goth-punk kids… although some of them prefer to be called ‘scene’. There seemed to be more art students, though they could still be considered high school students. A lot of the population that seemed to have gathered here looked to be big-wigs of the art culture. They were critiquing most of the works here, standing back, taking different angles, moving on, comparing one to another… those type of people.

Sasuke had been carefully examining the types of people who had been there. Like a work of art himself, he chose to stay there, motionless and without any obvious expressions. Surveying the people as the paintings and drawings on the walls were certainly doing to their onlookers. He was quite enjoying this new perspective. He stood stone still, enjoying his revelations on the metaphysics of the area and surrounding subjects. What their purpose is here. What their calling or fate of being here meant. Where they came from, what were their origins… what drove them to be here at this place, at this time. What was it that escaped the common thought and drove their unconscious to bring the physical body to be here, now, for a minute, five minutes, half an hour. What?

The theta and alpha waves passed through his body through the music being played, the hidden waves were, he felt, increasing his metaphysical being to transcend the people around them and sent him on a world to discover the things he most desperately sought. What brought him here? What, in the phenomenal world brought him here? Why did fate bring him here? Those questions he needed answering.

It was until he had moved from one room to the hallway where his destination had been before his thoughts had distracted him.

“Sasuke-kun!” Correct that, before a certain somebody distracted him.

“Ino, always a pleasure.” Sasuke turned on his toes to see the blond haired woman beaming at him. Her blue eyes seemed mirror-like in the fluorescent lighting. “What brings you here?”

“Oh, Shikamaru wanted to come but he found it too troublesome, you know how he is, so Shino and I decided to bring him here, even if we swiped a wheel chair from the hospital on the way down.” Ino said confidently. She was dressed in an appealing jean miniskirt, black spandex pants, Uggz, and a black turtleneck and a Studio Y bomber jacket.

Sasuke found it difficult to believe that they would trouble themselves with ‘swiping’ a wheel chair from the hospital five blocks down just to bring the lazy ass here to the showcase. But like all logics and equations, there is always that one variable that can throw off your whold calculations.

Sure enough, there was Shino with his large puffy jacket that had looked comical on him and the laziest person Sasuke had ever known. Shikamaru had infact required a wheel chair, because apparently, he had broken his leg.

“Doctor said he should stay off it and elevate it, but he actually really wanted to come but found it troublesome to hi-jack his grandmothers wheel chair.” Ino spoke in hushed tones to Sasuke as if trying to keep it a secret between the couple walking- and rollilng, up towards the two. “Shika!”

Sasuke found it easy to slip away, but difficult to ignore Shikamaru’s salutation.

“Uchiha. What are you doing here? I thought you hated art.” Shikamaru said from his wheeled contraption.

“I don’t hate art. I just don’t really have an appreciation towards it.” Sasuke turned back around from his attempted retreat to face the handicapped man directly. Sasuke had felt an arm loop into his own arms and drag him towards his most despised type of artwork.

“Come on, let’s go look at the oil’s!” This girl really had it out for him.

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“I think it’s lovely.”

“I think it’s different”

“….”

“I hate it.” Sasuke said in a very cognizant voice that expressed his opinion of the oil painting.

There stood a man, or a statue that looked like a man, holding a torch with a quiver of arrows on his back, nude, standing in the mouth of a bay. Oh, did I mention that this man was at least 1000 feet high? “It’s despicable. How could any one view this as art?”

“Easy,” there was that tenor again. “they either have a good taste in art or is the creator of said despicable work.”

Sasuke turned on the spot, frozen by what he saw. This time, the blond had managed to pull off a navy blue polo shirt, and a pair of tan cargo pants. It was obvious that the man worked out. His arms looked to be used in heavy lifting and were veined to add more aesthetic beauty to the being. But his hair, god what happened to his hair?

“Oh this?” Naruto seemed to know what Sasuke was thinking about. Because the transcended being quirked a fine eyebrow and looked toward the crown of his head. “Yeah, I lost a bet and got extensions… and dreadlocks. I think I look hot, don’t you?”

Hot was a matter of opinion and a large dose of blindness… but he didn’t look at all bad. The blond had his hair back in a pony-tail and the dreadlocks weren’t so large so it looked slightly manageable.

“This, this painting is yours?” Ino had asked the delicious man standing before her. She had a goofy look on her face and seemed to be blushing a whole lot. Sasuke could care less though, he too was enraptured by this man who could apparently pull off any sort of fashion faux and make it look good.

“Uh huh, you guessed it. I call it ‘The Colossus of Rhodes’. Pretty neat huh?” Naruto walked up the four man group smiling in all his wonder.

“I still think it’s a load of shi-“

“Sasuke!” Ino yelled at the raven haired man beside her.

“Ha! I thought philosophers were supposed to love art and poetry and all that gushy stuff.” Naruto said in that grossly arrogant voice. The voice that made Sasuke want to dominate and tell him that he is wrong and that Sasuke was right. In any other situation, Sasuke would have torn that type of person down and reconstruct their fragile understanding to his liking. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it to this guy.

“That is a gross misunderstanding.” There, Ino had beat him to it. “We study religion, politics-“

“The philosophy of mathematics, the philosophy of history, meta physics, ontology… please stop me when I’ve hit the right subjects.”

“So you know what we study?” Ino said rhetorically.

“Of course I do, it wouldn’t have done me any good to spend practically my whole lifetime studying the damn subject without learning anything about it now could I?” Naruto said confidently.

“Hn.”

“So, if you don’t like oil’s, what type of artwork do you like… Sasuke-kun?”

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It was the end of the showcase, speeches were given, a word of thanks for the guests and the artists. The last of the drinks were drunk, the hors devours were eaten and people began filing out. Sasuke was walking back to his car when he discovered that he had dropped his keys somewhere inside.

“Shit!” he exclaimed. He had only hoped that the custodians hadn’t locked the place up yet. He was relieved to find the place still open. “Now where could they be?”

Sasuke had checked the floors of the halls, the tables that were set up all over the place. There wasn’t a single soul around to ask, so he kept up with his hopeless search. He was beginning to get frantic when fifteen minutes had gone by without any luck. He thought to try the gym one more time. He was only one more door away from reaching the gym when he heard music coming from the large room. It started out softly, then the stringed instrument grew louder, then was accompanied with other stringed instruments. It was gentle, peaceful, it had lulled Sasuke’s frantic mind. He had wondered who it could’ve been. The raven haired man walked those four more steps to get a full view of the gym, but no source of the music nor of the person that had turned it on.

Sasuke hadn’t made it this far of the showcase yet. Naruto and Ino had kept him sidetracked enough not to allow him to see his most favorite type of artwork. So he took his time in looking at the sumi-e’s and other water colors collected on stands and on the walls. All of them were very beautiful, very simple. But all the previous one’s had been over shadowed by its fellow paintings that were held in the back of the room. Here, in front of him was an ink drawn flower of unknown origin with random purple and red watercolor marks. Another one of the snowy mountain tops of the Tetons. A black and white picture of a lighthouse on the coast of Maine, all of these pictures seemed professional, with so much warmth and love poured into them, they seemed alive, they seemed… other worldly. Sasuke turned around to view more of these wonderful paintings when he saw somebody sitting on a bench looking at a large picture of a frost covered weeping willow tree standing solemnly in a lonely field. It was Naruto who was sitting there, looking at his own artwork.

“Ehem.” Sasuke cleared his throat over the music playing from the heavens. Naruto jumped right out of his skin and whipped around on the bench.

“WHAT THE--!” startled blue eyes met amused black, and their world shrank to just the two of them.

“Hey.” Sasuke said conversationally.

“Jesus what are you doing here?” Naruto held his chest dramatically.

“I lost my keys.”

“Oh.” Naruto dug in his cargo pants and pulled out a set of keys in his hands. “These one’s?”

“Yeah.” For some reason, Sasuke didn’t want to retrieve them just yet, he wanted to look at Naruto surrounded by all his paintings, still looking a little frightened. He let a small smile spread across his lips.

“Eh, don’t you want them?” Naruto stood up and made his way to the raven haired statue. “Hello, earth to Sasuke. Don’t you want your- mpf.”

Of course it was impossible to talk when a pair of lips had suddenly locked themselves onto yours when you’re trying to speak.

There was no reasoning, there was no logic, there was only Sasuke, kissing Naruto.

“Sasuke what-“

“I want-“ he wasn’t sure. Sasuke wasn’t completely sure what he wanted, but he knew that he had to stay here, with Naruto so close to him.

“What do you want… Sasuke?” Naruto said huskily. Hope radiated off of him, passion, lust and also… something else. Something that drew Sasuke to Naruto without any explanation.

“I want to kiss you again.” Sasuke was sure of that. He leaned forward and pressed his lips more gently against Naruto’s, the blond man opened up his mouth to him. They kissed for what seemed like hours, and when they parted, those hours had seemed too short. Their bodies on fire with lust, Sasuke said the only thing that made sense to him. “I need my keys.”

“Oh.” Out of breath, Naruto stood up and away from Sasuke. There was a blush on either man’s cheeks. “Well, that was one hell of a way to getting what you wanted.”

Naruto’s grin was like a magnet. Sasuke needed more of him, more of that mouth, more of his presence, he needed more, more, more. But his rational mind wouldn’t let him do anything but accept the keys, nod his head to Naruto and leave as quickly as possible.

In his car, Sasuke punched his steering wheel and honked the horn on accident. “GOD! I’M AN IDIOT!” his breath floated in the air, his mind reeling on that kiss that he had just shared with Naruto. “I can’t believe I just did that!”

Sasuke started up his car and waited for the heater to kick in. He was sure that next time that they met, he would tell Naruto just what he was feeling, just what he wanted. He needed Naruto there, with him, his body and soul ached for him. All those mushy feelings he had witnessed women having on movies he was experiencing. Yet there was no denying it. He wanted to kiss Naruto again.

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midnight: thank you soo much for reviewing my story, it helps alot knowing that people actually like this stuff i write...hehe. ^^' ne wayz, hopefully i'll beable to add another chapter tonight... doubtfull but i'll try. thank you for the inspiration Tee_Hee Uke and Allys.