Finding it Out

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Er, Sasuke's been having a really obscure and random thoguth process as some of you might've noticed, and guess what? It's only getting worse! Please tell me if it's getting too... y'know, weird, and I'll try making him a bit more... normal? :)

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Sasuke stood absolutely still, silently waiting for a response from the boy named Naruto. He was expecting something in the likes of `why yes of course´ or even a blank no would have been fine. But when all he received was a dreary look and a slightly ajar mouth, he realised that he might have done something wrong. Or did he have something in his face?

He brought a hand to his face and felt for any bread crumbs in the corner of his mouth or some mysterious mustard-stains on his chin, but when he felt nothing, he returned his confused gaze to Naruto and raised an eyebrow. Why didn’t he say something? Or do something?

Had… had he said something inappropriate?

`Hello, may I sit here?´ Was that wrong? Should he have just sat down without asking? No, that would’ve been rude. Or was he supposed to take Naruto’s silence as a sort or response? Bu in that case as what? `Yes you may sit´, or `hell no, go away´?

Sasuke thought about it. He wasn’t really meant to read Naruto’s silence, was he? That was virtually impossible. He was no mind-reader. He hadn’t done anything wrong, Uzumaki had. You didn’t just stare blankly at someone. That, if something was rude. He should tell him to act his age, the little twat!

But then again, he shouldn’t just blow up at Uzumaki. That would cause more trouble than it was worth. No, he was going to take it like a man and act nice even thought he was met with such insolence.

He cleared his throat, but instead of a confident speech came a somewhat shy continuation; definitely not according to plan. “I mean… You know… if you wouldn’t mind. I actually prefer sitting here in the back,” he said in a light tone, desperately trying to ease the tension that had been building up in the unnecessary long pause, “but since you were sitting here too I thought I should ask you first. Not that I need to, I mean it’s a free world, right? Except for Islamist countries where women have no rights. Not that they’re all like that, but you know. Some, I suppose. But we’re free—you and I—so I can sit here whether you want it or not. Not that I’d force you to sit with me if you don’t want to.” He laughed in a strained way and began chewing on his lower lip, “But the point being, I could’ve just sat here without asking you and you couldn’t have said that I couldn’t. You know? But I decided to ask since I thought that would be the proper thing to do. But if you don’t want me to—“

“Fine,” Naruto said in a bored tone and turned around to face the window again.

“Oh… okay.” Sasuke put his bag down and took his math books out. That was easier that he thought it would be. He had expected something more like `Hell no!´ or maybe `Fuck you!´. A pleasant surprise, which caused Sasuke to smile briefly before schooling his face to a little more indifferent mask and sit down.

Kakashi chuckled quietly at Sasuke’s attempt at being nice and gave him a curious look. Sasuke ignored it and turned down to face his books instead.

“So, now that we’re all settled, let’s begin the lesson, shall we?”

Grumbles filled the classroom ass math books were being brought out. Sasuke caught Sai’s gaze again and decided to glare at him. He hoped it looked mocking, the retard deserved it. Sasuke hadn’t done anything and yet Sai was determined to make his life a living hell. What was up with that, really? Threatening him with chainsaws and whatnot.

Sai just gave him a big smile that didn’t seem to be saying `I’m so happy´. His disgustingly pouty lips were moving, and there it was again; that infuriating miming. Why was he miming anyway? Always the fucking miming. Had he nothing better to do? Sasuke was sick of trying to decipher what he was trying to say.

`Just you wait´

Was that it? Sasuke raised an eyebrow at Sai. What was he going to say? Or rather, what was he supposed to wait for? For the moron to grow a fucking tongue so he could speak properly?

Fucking idiot, Sasuke sighed to himself and turned his gaze away from Sai.

A little while into the lesson, Sasuke noticed a subdued grumble coming from his right side. He looked at Naruto, who was the one sitting there and noted that he looked somewhat pissed. Words like `what the hell?´ and `this sucks´ were spurting out like a fountain from his mouth and his pencil drew X after X over each calculation he tried to make. Sasuke almost snorted. He’d known Uzumaki was not the brightest crayon in the box, but not even being able to solve the simplest of equation was almost sad. They were supposed to have known that kind of stuff for ages by now; it was supposed to be in their blood for Christ’s sake.

Naruto turned his head up and looked at their teacher for a few seconds before reconsidering his actions. He looked back at his math problem again and sighed. After apparently giving up, he leaned back in his chair and threw the pen at his massacred paper and turned to look out the window instead.

Sasuke, being the Good Samaritan he was, found nothing to do but help the poor idiot. Because no matter how good his ass looked, if he turned out to be an idiot, Sasuke would not even consider dating him…

… Not that he would otherwise either. That was just plain stupid.

Brushing those thoughts aside, Sasuke instead emerged in his role as knight in shining armor. “Do you need help or anything?” he asked and put his own pen down, pressing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as a result of trying to sound and act professional.

In a hasty motion, Naruto turned his head to look at Sasuke. His eyes were narrowed and his mouth turned down in a frown. He looked at Sasuke for a while as if evaluation his every word.

“No.” he slowly said after apparently evaluating Sasuke either unable to help him or just being vainglorious, trying to make himself look better.

“You sure?” Sasuke asked in an I-know-you-better-that-you-do tone and gave Naruto a look that could confirm that vainglorious part.

“I’m not stupid!” Naruto hissed out, inching closer to Sasuke as if to just to make sure some spit was guaranteed to land on his face. Sasuke recoiled and brought up his arm to wipe the spit from his face. Again?! Why the hell does everyone want to spit on my face?

“Jesus, you didn’t have to spit on me you know.”

Naruto just huffed and crossed his arms.

“So, what’s your problem?” Sasuke asked again, using his authority teacher mode. He was not giving up this one that easily. If Naruto thought he would scare him away with the spit method he was dead wrong! Sasuke was a fighter, and he did not give up just because someone spat on him.

Naruto kept on glaring at Sasuke and didn’t say anything. This made Sasuke somewhat frustrated. He really tried to act genuinely friendly and civilized in an effort to swipe away—or at least put a rug—over their previous misunderstandings. They hadn’t been much friendly before `the accident´ either, but at least Sasuke felt like they weren’t sworn enemies anymore. Perhaps he had miscalculated the situation. He wasn’t the best at evaluating social behavior he had come to realise, but had he really been that wrong?

He stopped and thought for a second. He’d known Naruto since they were fifteen, meaning they’d known each other for, what, three years? He knew Naruto had never liked him, and therefore had decided to act the part as hateful rival. But didn’t that change in the hospital? They had been comparing arm muscles and bantering and been relatively sociable, not once hitting each other, unless of course one took into account `the accident´ in the showers, but that was under pressured circumstances. Sasuke fully and well understood Naruto’s action; he too would have hit Naruto had he been the one to tell Sasuke he’d like to screw him.

But that was all a big misunderstanding. Naruto understood that, didn’t he? He hadn’t actually meant that he wanted to screw Naruto, or anything sexual at all to be honest. Or, well, if the opportunity were presented to him under the right conditions, who was he to deny the carnal desires of his mere human mind? It’s not like Uzumaki was ugly or anything. He did have a nice ass.

Naruto suddenly sighed and pushed his writing-pad in Sasuke’s direction. Sasuke smirked victoriously and leaned down to have s closer look.

“You do know you look ridiculous in those glasses, don’t you?” Naruto whispered in a mocking tone.

Sasuke glanced at him briefly and snorted quietly. “Yeah, I know.”

Victory! Sasuke thought and made a small dance of triumph in his head. Things were turning out perfectly; they were sitting and even talking without being mean… or, well, like not mean mean, just mean in an un-mean way. Like two friends would be mean with each other. Nice mean. Apart from the spitting of course, but friends forgave each other, didn’t they? Sasuke felt his head getting filled with tiny bubbles and almost laughed giddily. Were they like friends now? Like as in not hating each other?

If things didn’t go straight to hell now, Sasuke would have the perfect opportunity to find out why Naruto’s ass was nice and then they’d be friends. Like, good friends. Like, friends who hung out. He really wanted to know what hanging out with Naruto would be like. Would he get to see where Naruto lived? They could sleep over at each other’s places.

But no, they weren’t five. And not together.

The word `boyfriend´ flittered through his head, but he soon squashed it. No, they’d be friendly and eat lunch together and go shop together. Go to the mall and buy clothes ad sit on a bench watching people go by. Buy ice-cream and walk home together in the evening. Naruto could come over to his house and they could just hang out, doing home-work or wait, no, that’s boring; they’d be on Facebook and take pictures of themselves and put them up there.

This was so exciting! He was going to have a best friend for the first time in his life. This was awesome!

“So, are you gonna help me or not?” Naruto asked in an irritated tone with his arms sill crossed.

Sasuke sighed and shook away the daydream. “Right,” he began and turned to the next page of the note-pad since the previous was filled with doodles and several X’d out equations. He looked at the problem in the math book and chuckled quietly. He looked at Naruto and almost smiled. He couldn’t be serious about this. “You do realise that this is just basic trigonometry, don’t you?”

Naruto frowned, obviously not understanding. “What?”

“See the angle there? It’s ninety degrees.”

“So?” Naruto asked slowly.

And that’s when he realised. Sasuke sighed and almost smacked his own forehead. So he weren’t joking. He really was an idiot. “Jesus, we learned this like two years ago. Don’t you remember?”

Naruto looked slightly insulted, “Well, I’m so sorry if I’m not some fucking genius that gets everything right fucking away like you fucking do! You know what? You fucking suck!”

Sasuke stared at him in disbelief and almost laughed, “I was just asking. And by the way, you should consider using another curse word instead of `fuck´.”

“Fuck you! And you shouldn’t be asking stupid questions!”

Sasuke saw the anger emanating from Naruto and he even had the decency to be a little afraid.

“Shouldn’t? What the hell is wrong with asking?” Sasuke was seriously confused. That boy had problems, and he was going to voice his concern regarding Naruto’s mental health, “Do you have PMS or what? What the hell is your problem?”

“My problem?”

Naruto was infuriated.

“What the hell is your problem?!” the blonde raised his voice and pointed an angry finger at Sasuke, “First you tell me you want to screw me all serious and shit, and then you just shit around, pretending like nothing happened!” His voice just became louder and louder with every word, “and now you’re mocking me just because I’m not some fucking genius like you!” Naruto panted harshly and stood up from his seat at the last few words. His cheeks had become flustered, and when finished, he puffed them out like balloons and gave Sasuke the most infuriated look he’d ever received. “You know what? Fuck you! You can go to hell, you pretentious bastard!”

Sasuke, now seriously confused as to what he’d done wrong, turned to look at his fellow classmates, all of which were staring incredulously at Naruto, some of them whispering “screw?”

Sasuke turned back to Naruto and felt his whole world quickly deteriorate. Weren’t they buddies? Homies? Pals? What about forgive and forget? And he was not pretentious. Where had Naruto learned that word anyway?

“I…I,” he began, but didn’t come much further before the angry blonde boy with the puffy cheeks grabbed his books and stormed out of the room.

Sasuke could only look at him disappear before his very eyes. The same eyes from which corner he caught Sai’s satisfied gleam. He glared at the black-haired boy and flicked him the birdie before picking up his books as well and briskly walking out of there.

“Wait, Sasuke, where do you think you’re going?”

Sasuke stopped and gave his teacher a sharp look, “None of your business,” he said and walked out the door, practically jogging away in the direction he thought Naruto had gone.

He had to find him. Explain that it was a joke. He didn’t think Uzumaki was stupid. He was not pretentious. He didn’t try to mock him, and if things unfortunately seemed that way, he could do nothing but apologise.

Sasuke had never really seen himself as a `people person´. He wasn’t good at `reading´ people or whatever they called it. One might say he was socially retarded and he seriously wouldn’t take any offence; because it was true. He should have known things would turn out this way. In a short while, the whole school would know what a jackass he was. Screwing Uzumaki Naruto? Why did he have to say that?

With a face twisted in deep apprehension, Sasuke rounded corner after corner, not entirely sure where he was going or where he thought Naruto was. The boy could basically be anywhere; in the library, in the cafeteria, in a corner, in a bathroom, the list went on and on.

This brought realization to Sasuke and a dawning comprehension that he might not be able to find the blonde rascal. So with what must’ve been the millionth sigh that day, Sasuke stopped in the middle of the corridor.

Some people looked at him with a frown, and some other with fear, but most people looked at him as if expecting him to burst out singing. Since this bothered Sasuke somewhat, he decided to keep on walking, either to unexpectedly bump into Uzumaki, or to find a corner to cry or hide in; he didn’t know which would be better.

But instead of unexpectedly bump into Uzumaki, Sasuke found that his nose had taken him to what appeared to be the cafeteria. And since his stomach wasn’t protesting, he decided that perhaps something to eat wouldn’t be an all too horrible option.

This was sure turning out to be one shitty day. And it was only going to get worse. When everyone found out about his little slip-up in the showers, he’d be doomed for sure. He looked around in the cafeteria for a few seconds admiring the view. This might be the last time he got to be here without getting vicious glares. In other words, this might be his last time out in the public and so he had to take advantage of the situation. This being said, he decided to be a bit bold.

So, sitting down at his favorite table in the school cafeteria with no less than seven pieces of pastry in front of him, he felt somewhat daredevilish. He decided to begin with the mudcake and roughly bashed his spoon into the dark chocolate. He was not really concerned with getting chocolate in his face since that would only help scaring away any potential people wanting to sit there. Not that it was likely anyone would want to do that anyway, but just in case.

But right about when he was finished with the mudcake did he hear two female voices whispering to each other.

“So, did you hear about Uzumaki?”

“Uzumaki? What about him?”

Now, Sasuke usually didn’t enjoy eavesdropping, but once the word Uzumaki was said in such a hush-hush tone, he couldn’t help but listen, considering recent events of course. And since he was well secluded behind the huge green plastic plant behind him, he couldn’t see the girls in question gossiping, but what was best was that the girls couldn’t really see him either! It was a win-win situation.

Excellent, Sasuke thought and ceased his incessant chewing.

“Well, from what I heard,” the first girl said and lowered her voice even more, causing Sasuke to unintentionally lean backwards, “he got raped in the showers by some pedophile.” She practically hissed out the last word.

The other girl gasped appropriately and either put a hand in front of her mouth or simply lost her speech since she didn’t really say anything.

Sasuke felt concerned. Did they already know? News apparently traveled really fast these days.

“I know,” the fist girl continued, “I’m really scared. What if there’s a pedophile walking around in the school?”

“Yeah, you’re right. Oh my god, I hope Uzumaki tell someone so the pedophile gets thrown in jail.”

“Totally!”

“But he hasn’t told anyone yet, right? What if he didn’t get raped?”

Sasuke almost snorted. And now everyone thought Naruto got raped. And sooner or later the word would get out that Sasuke was the felon. He would be labeled a rapist. He was already indirect apparently a pedophile. He didn’t really have many friends; no one to stand up for him. Only Shikamaru. And maybe Neji. But they didn’t `hang out´ or anything. Only sometimes. And that was more like `so, since we know each other maybe we should do something together´ and it usually ended with either nothing or Sasuke doing Shikamaru’s homework.

Now that Sasuke thought about it, why had he been doing Shikamaru’s homework? The next time the lazy ass asked, he’d say no.

But basically, they just knew each other. Perhaps they couldn’t really be considered friends.

But that was beside the point. Sasuke was not a rapist and he would never become one.

“No, it’s totally true,” the first girl continued in an I-kid-you-not tone, “Sakura texted me. It’s totally true. I’m like, really scared.”

Sasuke almost smacked his head, but refrained since his hands were a bit chocolatey. Sakura knew? How was that possible? Did she have math with them? Of course she did! Damn! That meant the whole fucking school would know in a matter of days, if not hours. Or minutes!

“Really?” the other girl said seemingly baffled, “was that like yesterday?”

“Yeah, you heard about it?”

“Well, I dunno, I mean…”

“What? Do you know who did it?”

Sasuke tensed in his seat. `Oh my god, oh my god´ were the words being repeated in his head. They had it all wrong. He was not a pedophile.

The other girl sighed. “I heard that Sasuke was in the hospital yesterday. Something about hitting his head in the shower I think.”

“Oh my god!” the first girl hissed and her chair scraped the floor, “You mean Uchiha Sasuke, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Did he… you know… do it?”

“I dunno,” the other girl said, sounding a bit uncertain, “I don’t think so. Would he be, like, in jail if he raped someone?”

“Yeah, you’re right. But what if they haven’t suspected him yet? Maybe Naruto’s too afraid to tell anyone! Oh my god TenTen, do you realise that we know something that could be used as blackmail material?”

“Blackmail?” the girl named TenTen asked, “But Ino, Don’t you thing we should tell the police or something?”

The other girl named Ino went silent. “I dunno. Maybe.” She fidgeted with something on the table, “oh my god, it’s already half past one? We have a class in like five, come on.”

The two girls left, leaving a petrified Sasuke behind. Crikey, he thought and rested his elbows on the table, what am I gonna do now?

He took a deep breath and began analyzing the situation. Blackmail? He didn’t want to be blackmailed. But since he was innocent, he couldn’t be blackmailed. What would they do? Tell the police? Who would believe them? They were two stupid girls with nothing better to do, and besides, Naruto would tell them he hadn’t…

Or would he?

Nah, he couldn’t possibly lie? All he’d done was telling him he’d like to have sex with him. In other words perhaps but they lived in a free country. He had every right in the world to voice his opinion. And where he’d like to put his dick too for that matter. Unless of course it was an animal. That was illegal, wasn’t it? But it wasn’t against the law saying you wanted to have sex with someone. It happened everywhere. All guys wanted to have sex with some celebrity. Not that Naruto was a celebrity, but they were all human. So he hadn’t really done anything illegal. Naruto couldn’t prove he’d been raped by Sasuke. There was no photographic evidence. Or physical either. And he hadn’t done it. End of story.

Right? But didn’t Naruto know someone in the police? Or was that someone else? If that was the case, he could easily pull some strings and have Sasuke thrown in jail, charged for assaulted rape! And speaking of rape; didn’t nasty stuff like rape happen in jail?

And even if he wasn’t charged or thrown in jail, he would still be classified as the school’s pedophile. Naruto would be the poor victim everyone pitied while Sasuke would be bullied.

Or perhaps everyone would be too afraid to even be close to him, let alone one-on-one with him. There would be a circle of emptiness around him. He didn’t want to be alone for the rest of his life! That was unfair. He didn’t want people to leave empty chairs in a circle around him. He hadn’t even done anything.

Sasuke almost began hyperventilating. What should he do? He had to make sure Naruto wouldn’t tell the police he got raped by him. But how should he do that? How could he do that? It was impossible. He hated him now. But he had to make him like him enough not to denounce him.

What was enough? Like friends? Not fighting? Love?

Love starts with fight.

He had to make Naruto like him. It was only logical; if Naruto liked Sasuke, he wouldn’t put him in jail, right?

He had to seduce Naruto. Make him like him. Love him. He’d be blinded by love. He wouldn’t be able to think about anything but Sasuke’s perfect skin, his dark hair, his soft lips and his irresistible eyes. He’d be consumed by Sasuke; not being able to think about anything else. Like putting him in jail for example.

Sasuke marveled at his own awesomeness for a while before leaning back in his chair slightly. He was going to seduce Uzumaki Naruto.

With those thoughts lulling him into safety, he took a big bite out of his cinnamon bun and smirked.

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Mmm, mudcake.

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