Sweet Thing

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto I wish I did though.


Sasori was laughing his ass off as we sat in my room. He was playing with my X-box playing Call of Duty. "You have to be tutored by him?" Sasori looked up at me from the television.

I was running around my room trying to look somewhat decent, but I went with a baggy black shirt with a baggy pair of pants. "Yeah," I said feeling excitement and dread. "I didn't think I would ever get an opportunity like this." I sat down on my bed with a loud thump.

"You know he's never had a girlfriend or boyfriend?" Sasori resumed playing his game. I nodded my head. How could I not know? "And he's never shown the slightest interest in anyone. Guy or girl."

"I know, but I'm different," I said putting my hands on the back of my head. I fell back on my bed staring at the ceiling.

"How are you different?"

"I'm friends with you. And before me no one would go near you." I sat up grinning. Sasori glared at me promising me pain later to come.

"That may be true, but I'm not Uchiha Itachi. He's another story all together." Sasori paused the game; he got off the floor and headed for the door. "I'll see you later," he said smirking as he left.

"Bye and I am different," I yelled at Sasori's retreating back.

I finished getting ready not that I had much to do. I'm not trying to impress anyone. Well maybe a little, but I know that it's probably futile. I turned off my television, grabbed my bag, headed for the door to go to Itachi's.

There is one problem with my plan though; I have no form of transportation. My parents took away my car when they found out that I was failing English. Why do they have to be involved with everything concerning school anyway? I reached into my pocket and grabbed my cell phone. I went down the list of numbers pressing the call button on a certain one.

"What do you want?" Sasori said on the other side of the phone.

"I need a ride to Itachi's house," I said walking to the door.

"Fine come on over, but you'll owe me." There was a click, nothing more was said.

Luckily Sasori lives right next door. My parents would have offered me a ride, but they had some business thing. How ironic they want me to do well in school, but they take away the one thing that would help me get to the one person who can help me. Parents never make sense. I jumped over our hedges landing in Sasori's front yard. He was standing in front of his beat up little black Chevy truck.

"Why the hell didn't you ask me for a ride when I was in your room?" Sasori seethed. His fists were clenched at his sides; the little vein on his head was bulging out.

"Sorry, I forgot," I said grinning. Nothing that he does scares me. What do I have to be afraid of anyway? That he will beat the crap out of me? He may be small, but he knows how to take care of himself. And so do I.

"Whatever. Just get in the truck." I ran over to the passenger door and hopped in. "Where does he live?" Sasori asked getting the truck, he started it, while I handed him the address. "That's not too far from here."

The sky was starting to darken with pinks and oranges mixing in the sky as the sun went down. I looked at my watch. It was seven thirty, plenty of time to get there. I almost had the urge to be thirty minutes late, but thought better of the idea. I don't want to test Itachi...not yet anyway. I need to pass this class or there will be hell to pay. I don't need to stay another year in school. That's not my idea of exciting.

The car ride was fast and quiet. Sasori was still peeved that I had called him to give me a ride. My heart started to pound harder when he pulled into the driveway of Itachi's house. It was a two story brick house with a lush green lawn with many flowers lining the walk way.

"Hey thanks Sasori," I said getting out of the truck.

"No prob. Do you need a ride home?"

"I'm not planning on it, but if I do I'll call you," I said. I closed the door grinning at Sasori's fuming face. He hates to be kept waiting and not knowing if I'll call or not made him angry.

"Fine," he sighed. "Have fun." Sasori backed out of the drive leaving me alone in the driveway. I took a deep breath. I walked slowly to the door. I rang the door bell. I bounced on the balls of my feet waiting for the door to be open.

Itachi answered the door immediately. It's like he was waiting right by the door. He looked me up and down. Why does he always do that? "Come on in," he said moving away from the door to let me in. I guess I passed the inspection. I walked in feeling exhilarated. My lips turned up into a smile as I walked further into the house. There was a flight of stairs to my left. I could see up stairs, I found the kitchen and dining room up there. I blinked. That's new, I never seen any kitchen upstairs before. I brought my gaze to the room before me. There was a large flat screen television with two large black couches. The carpet was white. I took my shoes off as soon as I saw it. No wonder I was being inspected. The place was immaculate.

"This way," Itachi said walking away from me not even making sure if I was following.

"You don't say much," I stated.

"Yeah and?" Itachi asked not turning around to face me. I shrugged.

"Just making conversation." We walked further into the house. "Where are we going?" I asked not liking the silence that had fallen upon us.

"To my room." Itachi walked into a hall way with three doors. He turned to the left. He opened the door to a very organized room. Everything was in its place. There was nothing out of order. I wanted to mess up something even just a little. At least sit on the bed to make it look like some one lived here. There was a desk in the corner with a computer and many books on it. Itachi's bed was in the middle of the room with black covers contrasting strongly against the white walls.

"Nice computer," I said walking up to the computer. I reached out to touch it, but a hand caught mine before I could get closer to it.

"Don't touch," Itachi said narrowing his eyes. I stared at him. His body was close to mine. That's all my mind could focus on at the moment. I wanted to gravitate closer to his body heat, it was seemed so inviting, opposite of the person it was radiating off of. His hand still hung on to mine sending electrifying jolts through my body. My bangs covered one of my eyes as I continued to stare into never ending blackness. "Put your bag down and we will start." Itachi let go of my hand like he had burned himself. Is there something wrong with me? I looked over myself then back at my hand. Everything seems normal. "Now Deidara." Itachi went over to the desk and grabbed his English book. What's his deal?

"All right hold on," I said setting down my bag slowly to make sure it was alright to leave it there. I paused when my bag hit the floor. He called me by my name. I looked over to Itachi who was flipping through some pages. I smiled.

"What?" he asked looking up from his book.

"Oh, nothing," I said smiling even wider. I might just have a chance to get with him after all.