Finding it Out

Hello,

I've been having trouble with Sasuke. I tried my best to make him a bit more... normal... But he's been developing a multiple personality disorder. Or maybe he's just bipolar. What do I know? Oh well, I'll make sure to kick some sense into him eventually... :)

Well, if that's all, here's chapter four, in which there will be perfume :)

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Sasuke once again sat by his computer, trying desperately to find just the right words necessary to seduce one Uzumaki Naruto. And mind you, this was contrary to common belief not an easy task; contrary because Sasuke should have been an excellent seducer (which he unfortunately not was), but also because Naruto was in the eyes of many an easy target of seducing. Not because anyone had actually been trying, but simply because he was blonde.

So, being in the situation he was in, Sasuke was having loads of trouble trying to find a way to seduce the blonde boy. He had never ever in his life even considered seducing anyone, let alone a guy. What was he going to do? It had to be quick and efficient since he probably didn’t have much time before the girls would go to the police.

And just to make it all worse, Naruto and Sasuke weren’t exactly on any friendly terms with each other. But as he had announced before, Sasuke was no quitter; he was going to seduce Uzumaki whether he liked it or not. Not that he was going to dislike it. He was going to love it; every second of it.

The Google logo met Sasuke’s eyes and he began typing.

He wrote `how to seduce a man´ in the search field. He pondered for a second whether he felt lucky or not, and decided that, yes, he did in fact feel extremely lucky. Or, at least he needed luck, but that was basically the same thing.

10 Tips on How to Seduce a Man the title read. Sasuke was already intrigued. He didn’t really bother reading the intro thingy but cut straight to the good stuff. Right, he thought while reading the tip number one: Choose the Battle-Field Well.

Sasuke read the text with disbelief. Okay, date? Already? They barely knew each other. No, that would have to wait a few days. Right, number two: The Power of Scent. Now this was something he could use. He liked smelling good and he bet Naruto would like that too.

Use a perfume that you like but be careful not to overdo it. Use it sparingly and apply it to your body’s so called pulse points: wrists, behind your ears, in the bend of your elbow, behind your knees and on the inside of your ankles. You can also try to spray the perfume in the air in front of you and walk into the mist.

Sasuke `hmm´ed and pondered this for a while. It sounded like an excellent idea. Only thing was, Sasuke didn’t have any perfume. Which meant he had to go buy some; preferably a really expensive one. François José made a sniggering noise in the background.

“What are you laughing at?” Sasuke snapped at the parrot and turned back to his computer. “Stupid bird,” he muttered.

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One hour later, Sasuke found himself somewhere he’d never been before. At the perfume store. The smell was definitely something… quite different, he noted while making his way to the closest employee. He spotted her bits away.

A tall woman in her twenties stood behind the counter looking expectantly at Sasuke. “May I help you?” she asked in a sweet tone and blinked a few times with her thick eyelashes. Sasuke hoped he wouldn’t regret doing thing and cleared his throat.

“Eh… yes… I was going to… purchase… something…”

The woman looked at Sasuke with condolence, as if she knew exactly what he was going through. “Is this your first time here?”

“Eh, yes,” Sasuke admitted a bit embarrassed. Not that it was embarrassing to never have been in a perfume store, but Sasuke had never really liked not knowing what he was doing. Which lately had been kind of his thing, unfortunately. He therefore decided to try and improve on this point.

“Are you looking for something for a girl perhaps?” The woman asked in that sweet tone of hers, sounding as if she was talking to a small child.

Sasuke thought about it for a while. Well, he couldn’t very well say it was for himself now, could he? She’d think he was gay or something. Which he of course wasn’t. But he couldn’t say it was for a guy either. That would be… even gayer. No, it was just better to play along in this little game of hers. He’d get a perfume anyway. Did it really matter if it was for a girl or a guy? Didn’t they all smell the same?

“Er, Yes. A girl.” Sasuke coughed and really hoped he wasn’t going to regret saying that.

The woman behind the counter smiled brightly and walked around it to show Sasuke some of the wares they had. “Were you looking for something specific?”

“No, not really.” Sasuke were feeling really uncomfortable, but managed to quench the urge to just walk out of there and instead follow the woman. “Just something that smells nice.”

“Okay, so what about the price?” she asked in a teasing tone, “You know some can be quite expensive.”

“The price doesn’t matter,” Sasuke interjected quickly, feeling somewhat proud of himself. Yes, that’s right, he was rich and proud of it.

The woman’s face shone up like a sun. “Really?” she hurried over to a glass cabinet where several bottles of liquid smell were stored. “Then how about this one?” she asked, pointing at a small bottle through the glass. She appeared to have gone directly to the expensive stuff, Sasuke noted when the cabined had a lock on it. Not that it was a bad thing. Because really, if it was expensive it had to be good, right?

The woman unlocked the cabinet and took out a small bottle filled with pink perfume and held it up for Sasuke to look at. “Would you like to smell it too?” she asked, but didn’t wait for an answer before puffing some of the perfume out. Sasuke couldn’t help but cough and turned his head around. The smell had been… downright awful!

“Oh my, did you get it in your mouth? I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, that’s okay,” Sasuke coughed out and wiped his mouth. It smelled really sweet. Like sugar. Sasuke hated sweet things. “I… just don’t think he-she’ll like…er, pink that much.”

“Oh, really?” she said a bit sadly, “Well, how about this one then?” She put back the pink one carefully and took out another one. It had a transparent colour and a small red flower in it.

“Eh,” Sasuke said before she had the time to spray anything on him, “No flowers either.” Jesus, would it really be that difficult to get a normal bottle of nice-smelling perfume? Where had the world really gone?

“No flowers?” She laughed cheekily. “Is your girlfriend perhaps a bit tom-boyish?”

“Yes!” Sasuke said quickly, hoping that would be his ticket to the more normal perfumes. “She is in fact. Do you have any… not so flowery or pink perfumes perhaps?”

The woman put a hand to her chin and thought for a while. “Well, I don’t know really. Maybe…” she walked over to another glass cabinet and unlocked the door to it, “This one?” She took out a bottle of yellow perfume and looked at Sasuke with a bright smile.

“Eh… I—“

She cut off any further speak by practically shoving the bottle in his face, “It’s made out of the extremely rare Plumeria Bali Whirl flower. There are only a few bottles in the whole world! Plus, it’s extremely well fragrant and looks absolutely gorgeous!” Her face had turned into a glittering mass of flesh, practically screaming `Buy it!´

Another flower? Sasuke thought and almost sighed, completely unfazed by her sheer exhilaration. Was she stupid? Didn’t she listen to what he said at all? He didn’t want a goddamn flower no matter how supposedly `rare´ or `well fragrant´ it was, or how little bottles there were in the world.

“I really don’t want a flower,” he said trying to sound as polite as he could.

“Oh,” she lost her glittering face looked somewhat disappointed, “but almost all our perfumes are made out of flowers. You should really consider it. I mean, your girlfriend might like it, right?”

Sasuke but his lower lip and pondered this. Didn’t Naruto like to pick dandelions? Not that he’d ever seen him doing it. But he looked like someone who might like picking flowers. If he’d been a girl that is, but he was so… with breasts, he’d basically look like a girl. Sasuke thought of Naruto with boobs and frowned. Or was that just his blonde hair? It kind of looked like a dandelion if you looked from afar.

“I… I suppose…”

“Would you like to smell it?” This time she waited for Sasuke to say yes before she sprayed some in the air, which he was somewhat grateful for.

Sasuke took a deep breath. It actually smelled kind of nice. Like spring. And water. Not much of a flowery scent actually. Naruto would like that, wouldn’t he?

“How much?”

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Sasuke was having a bad morning. Not only was François José hungry and making it known. Loudly. But Sasuke had also forgotten to set his alarm. Again. He was going to be late for his first class. That sucked. Oh, and guess what? He had math. Oh the joy and glory.

Not.

Sasuke sighed and got up from bed. He gave some food to the poor bird and went to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, he saw his own face.

Instantly, he became a depressed.

This was not going to be good day, he thought to himself as a stray of hair fell onto his greasy forehead.

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They were having math again. Naruto had not come. Sasuke briefly wondered if he had anything to do with it.

Who was he kidding? Of course he had something to do with it! He smacked his head with his math book and groaned. What was he doing there anyway?

“Something the matter, Sasuke?” his teacher asked in a merry tone. Kakashi yet again gave him one of those curious looks and leaned his head to the right.

“I’m fine,” Sasuke muttered.

“You and Naruto had quite the argument yesterday,” his teacher pointed out nonchalantly. The whole class, though everyone tried to hide it, stopped writing and fell silent.

Sasuke grumbled something incoherently and glared angrily at his teacher. Wasn’t he supposed to be on Sasuke’s side? Was he really trying to make him even more embarrassed than he already was? Alright, Sasuke thought and put his book down, if this is what he wants than this is what he’ll get.

“Yes, we had quite the argument yesterday, but we’re fine now.”

“You are, really? So, do you per chance happen to know where Naruto is now?”

Sasuke grounded his teeth together and narrowed his eyes to mere slits. “And what if I don’t?”

Kakashi’s eyes twinkled merrily, “Well then you don’t.”

Sasuke glared at his teacher before standing up and following in the footsteps of Naruto by pointing an angry finger at his teacher and practically yelling out: “If this is turning out to be some kind of fucking interrogation I’m outta here!” And with this being said, he roughly grabbed his books and proceeded to stomp out from the classroom.

“What?” Kakashi asked, looking utterly confused, “Did I say something wrong?”

But the short-tempered boy had already left the room, thunderous thoughts clouding his already hazed judgment.

Now, Sasuke usually wasn’t one to act before thinking, but there must always be an exception that proves the rule, doesn’t it? Perhaps that’s why Sasuke decided that precise moment to find Uzumaki Naruto at all cost. Not because he had something important and life-altering statement to make, but because he simply felt like beating the crap out of him. This, of course, being a result of the fact that everything that could possibly go to hell that day with Sasuke’s already miserable life, had—in fact—also gone to hell. Not that anything particularly bad had happened, but the sole fact that he’d felt shit in the morning usually boded for an even shittier day. And besides, his teacher was being a pig! That was a good ground for being pissed.

He stormed through the corridors, ignoring the confused and menacing looks directed his way. He already knew that they knew that they thought they knew what he’d done. But as the ignoramuses they obviously were, their thoughts were incorrect and would have to be converted in the right direction. Sasuke would take care of that problem as soon as he’d found Naruto and bashed his skull in. At least that way, the rumors of him being a crazed up rapist would vanish into thin air. Hopefully.

But no matter how much Sasuke searched, nowhere did he find the blonde boy. He could, of course, having searched the wrong area: seeing as Naruto hadn’t come to math probably meant he’d been home, not in school, where Sasuke was currently scavenging.

What Sasuke did find, however, was a supposed friend of the retarded blonde; none other than an Inuzuka Kiba sitting perched on a railing outside the entrance of the school. Sasuke decided to take a slow approach; he didn’t really want to scare the boy off before a proper chokehold could be preformed followed by the mandatory `Tell me where he is!´

But as the true gentleman Sasuke had been brought up as, no matter how much he would have liked to choke the brown-haired boy, he did no such thing. Instead he elegantly—almost like a Russian gymnast—swung around Kiba to settle at standing at in front of him. “Hello there,” he said, resting his hand on the same railing Kiba was sitting on.

“Dude!” Kiba exclaimed and almost fell backwards, hadn’t Sasuke been quick enough to grab the front of his shirt before such a dreadful thing might’ve occurred. “What the hell?! You can’t just scare people like that!”

Sasuke scowled and released the red tee-shirt. “Perhaps you should be more perceptive,” he pointed out and proceeded to look at his fingernails instead. Kiba hopped down from the railing and poked an angry finger at Sasuke’s chest, “Well, same goes for you, pretty boy, or you might find yourself covered in things you don’t even want to think about!” Kiba decided to growl a bit at the end as well, probably for greater effect, Sasuke thought and rolled his eyes.

“Right, whatever,” he said and smacked the hand away from his chest, “I have a small request to ask of you.”

“Request? Hell no!” Kiba said and crossed his arms, turning his head to the right.

“Right,” Sasuke began and sighed, realising this would be a bit more difficult than he’d first thought, “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way; the choice is yours.”

“Hard way? You say you’re gonna beat me up or something?” Kiba laughed, unconsciously tensing up a bit, trying to show off his arm muscles. Right then, Sasuke realised that that might’ve been the wrong approach. Kiba was actually pretty muscular and ever since he and Naruto had compared muscles in the hospital, he’d been a bit insecure about his actual strength. He had to come up with a plan B, quickly.

“Right,” he began yet again realising just how much he’d been using the word, “No, what I meant was that I… might have a deal for you.”

“A deal you say? Keep going.”

Sasuke thought furiously. Well, there was no turning back now, was it? And if he remembered correctly, that Inuzuka boy had been looking a lot at Neji’s cousin lately. He might be able to use that card to his advantage.

“You see, I happen to know Hyuuga,” Sasuke said, hoping to evoke a reaction from the other boy, but failed, apparently, as nothing but a raised eyebrow could be seen on Kiba’s otherwise blank face.

“So?” he asked suspiciously, “Hyuuga Neji, right? What of it?”

Sasuke sighed. The boy was really too dense for his own good. “Neji has a cousin, Hinata” he said in hopes of this time getting some response indication he’d hit a soft spot. If that didn’t do it, then Sasuke would be in deep shit.

And as luck would have it, Kiba did seem to get a darker hue around his cheek area at the mention of Neji’s cousin. Sasuke gave Kiba a knowing look, thinking something in along the lines of `AWESOME!´

Kiba coughed, swallowing before saying: “So… you like… know her?”

Sasuke smirked victoriously. “I do.” Or, to be honest, he didn’t exactly know her, but he knew Neji, and that was basically the same. Getting them to meet would be a piece of cake. Unless of course if Neji decided to be a bitch; then it wouldn’t. “And you know what?” Sasuke continued, “I could introduce you to her if you’d like.”

This only made Kiba blush even more. “O… Okay… I guess.” He coughed. “So, what do you want?”

“Uzumaki’s number,” Sasuke said, looking smug at his own incredible cleverness.

“Number? As in phone nmber?”

“Yes, what else?”

Kiba gave him a suspicious look and crossed his arms again. “I’ve heard the rumors,” he stated simply.

“Yeah well, you if one should know they’re not true; you were there.”

Kiba seemed to ponder this for a few seconds. “Why do wanna call him anyway?”

“None of your business,” Sasuke said and glared a bit at the other boy. Kiba didn’t need to know why he wanted to call him; partly because Sasuke himself wasn’t sure anymore, but mainly because he wouldn’t understand. Sasuke had had a rough week and didn’t want to explain himself to imbeciles such as the one in front of him.

Kiba gave him one last calculating look before nodding, “Alright, but if you hurt him, I’ll personally rip out your guts.”

Sasuke scowled. “Whatever.”

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Sasuke was sitting on his bed, holding his phone in his left hand. The other one was placed in his hair, ruffling it and generally just ruining his otherwise impeccable do. “Alright, you can do this,” he said to himself and took a deep breath. “Or maybe not yet,” he corrected himself quickly. “Just give me another second.”

He was looking at the display of his phone, showing the number that would probably have him speaking to Naruto a few seconds after he’d pressed the connect button. He was somewhat sweaty and nervous, for—himself—unexplainable reasons. Perhaps he was getting sick. The fact the he was talking to himself didn’t quite bother him as much as it maybe should have. “I’m not going to make an ass of myself; I’m not going to make an ass of myself…”

He quit his rambling and took another deep breath. “What the hell, the sooner the better, right?” he asked himself and pushed the button necessary to make the call. He pressed the phone to his ear and awaited the moment the blonde would pick up.

And waited…

And just when he was about to throw the phone out the window, some apparent fumbling and a panting voice reached his ear, “He—hello?”

OH MY FUCKING GOD! Sasuke thought and grabbed the comforter in a tight grip with his free hand.

“Who is it?” the boy on the other end asked, sounding like he’d been running a marathon. He ran to his phone for my sake, Sasuke thought lovingly and smiled. But then he remembered that he had to say something and became nervous again.

“Eh…” he began, unsure as to how to precede this conversation in the appropriate manner, “Hello,” he decided to start thing off with; a little politeness could never hurt.

“Er, hi. Who is this?”

Sasuke gulped and took a third deep breath, collecting his thoughts. He’d gone through this in his head: greet him, ask how he’s doing and mention their current situation, proposing different solutions to the matter at hand. Really, it wasn’t rocket science.

Right, so, number two, “And how are you doing today?”

Naruto was silent for a few seconds before answering, “Is this school? I’m sorry I didn’t come today, but y’know, I… I had personal matters to take care of…”

“Oh, no,” Sasuke said, shaking his head even though he knew Naruto couldn’t see it, “It’s not school, it’s… eh… me, Sasuke,” he said, holding his breath, awaiting the blonde’s reaction.

“Sasuke?” Naruto asked in a confused fashion, probably scratching the back on his head. Sasuke had noted him doing that rather often, “How did you get my number?”

Sasuke frowned. Was that an accusing tone? In an insulted manner, Sasuke answered, “From your so-called friend of course.”

“`So-called´? What the hell do you mean by that?”

“Inuzuka; who else? I mean, what other friends do you have?” Sasuke realised too late that he probably shouldn’t have said that, since the silence on the other end could be interpreted as nothing but pure, unadulterated anger. Shit he thought, grabbing the comforter in an even tighter grip. Why hadn’t god given him any social skills? What was he supposed to have said?

When Naruto didn’t say anything for a very, very long time (talking-on-the-phone wise speaking), Sasuke cleared his throat and decided to do his best in saving the situation. “I mean… Inuzuka, one of your… many friends… And—“

“My `so-called´ friend?!” Naruto interrupted, almost yelling in anger, “Are you actually saying I only have one friend and that that friend is a scam?!”

“Well, he did give me your number for an introduction to a girl he doesn’t even know, so you know… That might be—”

“I know what? That I have no real friend and that you’re the biggest fucking asshole in the whole fucking world!” Naruto screamed with trembling voice. Was he on the verge of crying? Shit, Sasuke thought yet again and bit his lip. Okay, no more truth.

“Wait! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I was joking, seriously.” Sasuke prayed to the gods Naruto wouldn’t hang up on him. This was his one and only chance at redeeming himself.

Naruto laughed dryly. “Right, was that it, or did you have more things to mock me for?”

“I didn’t mean it like that. I was joking. I was just calling to… you know…” Sasuke tried desperately to remember what it was that he was supposed to say, but couldn’t remember. “Eh…”

“What? Be out with it? I don’t have all day,” Naruto hissed out impatiently.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry,” he blurted out.

“Sorry? You? Ha!” Naruto didn’t sound very convinced, but Sasuke had never been one to give up. Or well, he had, but he was going to change that. Right now.

“And we really have to do something about that rumor thing. I don’t wanna go to jail ‘cause everyone thinks I’m a rapist.”

“Jail? Where did you get that stupid idea from? Why would you go to jail?”

“I…” Sasuke began, but couldn’t really remember why he’d thought that in the first place. Had it been because Naruto knew some police? Where had he gotten that from? Of course Naruto didn’t know any policemen. “I… I don’t know.”

“Right, so there´s nothing to worry about”

“Nothing to worry about? I’m still going to be looked upon as a molester by at least half the school! There’s plenty to worry about!”

Naruto sighed on the other end. “And do you really think I care? Why would I want to stop a rumour about you being a rapist? What do I gain from it?”

Sasuke huffed and crossed his one free arm over his chest, “Well, for one, no one would think you got raped by another guy in the showers and second, I have feeling too! Have you no empathy?”

Naruto seemed to ponder this for a while, if the contemplative silence was anything to go by. “Alright, but even if we wanted to kill the rumor, how would we do it? Make an announcement over the intercom or what?”

Sasuke snickered in a scolding way. He had already thought out a flawless plan that Naruto couldn’t say no to. Well, he could, but he wouldn’t. Not if Sasuke had his way. “No, no, it’s much easier than that. I’ve been thinking this through a couple of times and I’ve come up with the most waterproof plan of them all.” He paused for dramatic effect, “We just get together and they’ll all think it was a mutual course of action!”

Naruto was yet again silent, apparently processing Sasuke’s plan. “So, `get together´ as in a couple?”

“Yes,” Sasuke confirmed proudly.

“As in together?”

“Yes.”

“As in… boyfriends?”

“Yes.”

The strangled noise on the other end could be nothing but an opposition making itself crawl through Naruto mouth… any second now…

God, Sasuke was getting more and more irritated; why were all his plans met with frowns and nays? He was a mastermind? How could he not see it?

“I don’t think that’s su—“

“Why do you always have to disagree with everything I say? Nothing is ever good enough! Here I’ve been thinking about the best possible way to end a horrible rumor that is cramping my image, as well as yours, and all you do is complain!” Sasuke interjected, letting some frustration out. He continued, changing his tone to a higher pitch, sounding like a small schoolgirl on testosterone, “Oh, I’m Naruto and I’m gonna use my veto on this one, you suck!”

Naruto sighed on the other end and ignored the last statement, apparently deciding to credit Sasuke’s poor psyche for it. “I don’t mean to say your plans are stupid, but… well, they kinda are,” Naruto said sounding very serious.

“Well, come with a better one yourself!” Sasuke realised he was sounding like an annoying child, but couldn’t really care any less.

Naruto sighed again. “I dunno… Maybe we should just let it be. I mean, it’ll pass in a while when everyone realises I wasn’t raped.”

Sasuke was silent. Not that he was disappointed that Naruto didn’t want to be his fake-boyfriend, but he felt a bit heavy and sad as Naruto finished. One chance, that’s all he wanted.

“Just one date,” he said, biting hard onto his lower lip. Just one…

Naruto didn’t say anything, and if Sasuke were to have recorded the conversation, he would probably be listening to more pauses that actual talk.

“I dunno…”

“Come on. Give me one chance. Just one.”

More silence filled the conversation and Sasuke realised he was practically paying to hear Naruto breathe.

“One,” Naruto said after what felt like ten million years of waiting. “One date.”

And right then, Sasuke wasn’t sure whether he’d won just his freedom or maybe something more.

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