This Thing We Don't Call Love

A/N:style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  class=apple-style-span>This
was the original reason why I wrote this fic but,
facing all the good vibes of that chapter (no doubt a result of class=SpellE>Naruto manga),
I decided to put it separate.  Short but
this is how I feel about their relationship ATM.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Thank you for all the feedback and hope you
guys like this a little too. :)

“For your poison
love has stained the life blood

Inclass=apple-style-span> my heart and soul dear

And I know our love was never meant to be

…

Still my heart
cries out for youstyle='mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;color:black'>

And you alone my darling

It makes me never ever let you go

But my pleadings has all been in vain

For you and you alone dear

And my better judgment tells me to say no”class=apple-style-span> –
Jerry Garcia Band - Poison Love

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Poison.

Those blond locks, those blue eyes.

Pink kissable lips, blushed cheeks.

She’s poison, no matter how I look at her.

Every time the guys ask you to bring your lover, she comes.

Her with the sickening shyness, her cute
way of speech.

Her with the nauseating naiveté.

Why…

Elementary school… Middle school…

You had me all along.

Dog breath asks you if you’ve gone to a love hotel and you
brush it off, claiming Kiba is nothing more than a
pervert.

And three days later you come back with blossoming hickeys.

Proof of her wildness, her roughness.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Her passion for all to see.

Why?

That day Sakura asked you if you had a girlfriend, as our
Team 7 of the drama club sat in the shade of an oak tree, you smiled.

And avoided looking at me as you dodged the resulting
questions she teasingly threw your way.

And then she directed those questions at me.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Not if I was dating anyone, she didn’t care
other than telling me not to be stupid, but if I knew who the lucky mystery
girl was so she could beat the crap out of her.

I laughed it off, since even I didn’t know.

That night, after you snuck out of Kakashi’s
house into mine, you held me as we went to sleep. You, in my frog patterned
pajamas, held me as you whispered.

“I should have a girlfriend.”

It bothered me but I understood.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Even I was being heckled.

After all, neither of us tried to date, even though the
girls loved your aloofness and my athleticism.

 But you never brought
it up again after that, so I didn’t think on it.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> 

Not on the days we stole away to the school rooftop, to nap away
from everyone under the cheery sun.  Not
on the days we ditched classes all together to mess around in class=SpellE>Kakashi’s house.

Until the next week, when I found a
popular hair clip in my pants pocket, no doubt from you as we made out behind the
bike rack.  A
gift to keep my unruly hair in place.

I wore it ‘cause the girls found it
cute and it kept my bangs from my eyes.

Two days later I bought lip balm, after your whining of my
ramen cracked lips. 

I liked it, since the limited ramen flavor annoyed the hell
out of you when we kissed. 

But on my birthday I found a dress shirt, your effort to wean
me off graphic-tees.  

And a skirt, which we had forgotten in my
room after Sakura dieted and was too thin to wear it.

The blouse hung lost in my closet, I didn’t really care
since I loved my quirky shirts.  The
skirt I hid sandwiched between my mattress and bed frame, thinking I could give
it to Sakura after Neji dumped her.

And so we kept on hiding our kisses and our touches, like
ninjas doing stealth missions, while the other guys rated the girls.

Then one day you and I placed a bet, if Hinata
would date Kiba after his love confession.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  And I style='mso-spacerun:yes'> lost, since you knew she pined for a
teacher.  So you gained a day of your
choosing, which you didn’t bring up for a while.

Until two days before the start of our sophomore year you
called, pure confidence in your voice.

“I want a date with Naru.”

And it clicked.

I was dubious about wearing anything girly, since you were
the dainty fragile looking one.  Hell, I
called you beautiful quite a bit until you told me to quit it.

But as I tied my hair up with rubber bands and put the hairclip
in my hair…  As I put on the shirt you
bought…  The skirt and long socks I’d
hidden within the skirt…  I began
understanding.

So to make the illusion more convincing she was the complete
opposite, aside from her complexion.

And I was fine with it, as I held your hand in the mall and
you stole kisses in the arcade.

I was fine with it, when the others mentioned that you
glowed with how much you loved me.

I was fine.

So every day we felt stifled, childhood rivals in our
classmates’ eyes.  And every other day class=SpellE>Naru would meet you at the gates, a few minutes after I ran
home.

And slowly we hung out less as you dated her.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Showed her off more, clothed in things you’ve
bought.

With Sakura’s questioning gaze thrown your way and mine, you
stood beside her with pride and love in your stance.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  In your expressions.

And every following day I consider throwing it all
away.  Burning her
possessions.

But the bold way you handle me as you and her went on dates…
The happiness you exuded…

I find myself hesitant. 
Hating you and her.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> 

And me.

And slowly I am dying, in this poisonous love affair.