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Chapter 5 - Off Schedule

"A single rose can be my garden; a single friend, my world."
Leo Buscaglia


I wake up to the sound of knocking on my door.

"We've got half an hour until we have to leave," I hear Sasuke call from the hallway. "You might want to consider waking up."

"Mmkay..." I reply sleepily. After rubbing my eyes for a minute or so I finally find the motivation to get out of my bed and head out into the hall. I blink a few times at the light before I gain my sense of direction and head toward the bathroom. Once inside the small room I shut the door, then proceed with the typical morning routine; use the toilet, wash hands, brush teeth. Wait, how did my toothbrush make it into the bathroom? ... Oh yeah! I did put it in here yesterday, while Sasuke was napping. Wow, he must have seen that last night and thought I was an idiot for thinking it was still in my suitcase... Or maybe he didn't notice? Heh, yeah right. Always having one toothbrush in the holder, then suddenly a second one magically appears? Nobody'd miss that.

I exit the bathroom and head back to my bedroom, where I change into a clean uniform. I check to make sure my cell phone is still on vibrate, then slip it into my pants pocket. I pick up my backpack on the way out of my room, and stop back in the bathroom for a few seconds to check my hair. I run my hand through it a few times, but otherwise leave it unattended. My hair's starting to get kind of long, but I still like the spiky look. I tried brushing it out straight once, and it was not pretty. Well, actually, it was a little too "pretty" for my tastes. The girly butt is enough; I don't need girly hair too.

I walk out into the living room and see Sasuke sitting in the armchair across from the TV, uniform perfectly wrinkle-free, hair perfectly styled (because honestly, nobody just wakes up with hair like that), and looking wide awake, reading a book. A book. While sitting in the perfect spot for television viewing. Gee, what luck I have. Judging by his attitude his parents are definitely rich, he can apparently do homework three times as fast as I can, and he chooses reading over watching TV. We are doomed for conflict.

As if sensing my presence - how the hell does he do that?! - he marks his page and closes the book, putting it into his backpack before standing up and turning toward me. "Ready to go?" he asks, swinging the pack over his shoulder.

"Yeah," I reply simply. I start toward the door, but stop when Sasuke speaks again.

"Oh, wait," he says, walking up to me. "Do you remember how I said that the Headmistress told me to show you around?" I think for a moment, and then remember our conversation from yesterday. I nod, indicating that I do remember, and he goes on. "You never said whether or not you were going to accept my help." Oh, right. That. I had forgotten. I think for a few minutes, considering his question. Sure, he was a bit of an ass yesterday, but he said himself that his brain didn't work well when he was tired. And if he took a two hour long nap, he must have been pretty tired. He seems fine now, aside from the fact that he's a rich genius. But maybe I could work that to my advantage. Algebra I don't need any help in, even if my brain does take a bit longer to work than the average brain, but maybe he can help me understand Chemistry and other subjects better. And he does seem to have some kind of mind control over essentially everyone else in the school... Maybe being friends with him would be good for me.

"Sure. That'd be great," I say, smiling widely at him. He replies with a small smile of his own. Or maybe that was a smirk. Either way, I now have a friend, and somewhere in my mind a voice is telling me that I made the right decision.

***

As of today, it has been three weeks since I met Uzumaki Naruto, and so far my plan has been working perfectly. Having him come into this environment so utterly clueless was perfect; I have been able to practically brainwash him. Naruto, being lazy, clicked instantly with Nara Shikamaru, the only person in this school I considered even close to a friend before Naruto showed up. Shikamaru and I seem to be an odd pair, but he doesn't talk much and he's almost as smart as me. When he wakes up and makes an effort, that is.

It was a little harder to convince blondie that Hyuuga Neji is the spawn of Satan, but after seeing a small altercation between myself and the Hyuuga, Naruto quickly adopted my opinion of the long-haired boy. He also agrees with me on the fact that just about every female here is annoying as hell, but he somehow managed to develop a crush on the Haruno girl, Sakura. Yes, the same Sakura who tripped him on his first day. After she apologized that first day she was a lot nicer to him, but I'm pretty sure that it's only because she realized Naruto and I were roommates. He likes having her around, but resents the fact that she clings to me like a static-charged sock clinging to the inside of a dryer. In his ignorant state Naruto feels the need to warn me that if I were ever to accept Sakura's advances he would kick my ass, and on more than one occasion I've had to calm him with the knowledge that I'd sooner go out with my cat than go out with the pink thing that is Haruno Sakura.

One thing I find interesting is that in these past weeks Naruto has managed to weasel his way into my life like nobody else ever has. Sure, we're roommates, but I find myself thinking about and talking to Naruto more than I think about or talk to my own family. Speaking of family, Naruto and I recently had a very interesting conversation on the topic. A conversation that helped me to better understand Naruto's high defenses, and helped Naruto to understand me better than anyone else has ever cared to.

"What's your family like?" he asked one day, out of the blue. We had just finished our homework and it was still very early, so we were sprawled out in the living room - me laying on the couch and him draped over the armchair - watching television. At the mention of family I straightened up a little bit, and I think I might have inadvertently glared at Naruto for a few seconds.

"Where'd that come from?" I asked in response, maybe a little to quickly. Naruto glanced at me with a weird look on his face, then looked back at the TV.

"Iunno," he said, shrugging. "I guess I was just wondering..." By the way he trailed off I could tell there was something he didn't want to say. I kept my eyes on his face, and after a few seconds he turned back towards me and caught the hint that I wanted him to continue. "Well, I guess I was just wondering if you got into this place because you're a complete genius or if your family paid for you to come here. No offense, but you have this air around you that practically screams, 'I'm a spoiled rich kid!'" I unconsciously snort at that last part and Naruto raises an eyebrow, silently asking me to elaborate.

"My family may be wealthy, but I can assure you I wasn't spoiled," I say, forgetting that I don't like giving people too much information about my personal life, including my family. "My brother was spoiled because he was the firstborn, but neither of my parents ever liked me much. My dad claimed it was 'A Man's Duty' to present his masculinity to the world, and he always hated the fact that I look exactly like my mother."

"That's stupid," Naruto chimed in. "You can't help which genes you got or didn't get."

"Exactly," I replied. "Especially when my brother wears a ponytail." I paused, and Naruto giggled. Giggled. For a homophobic guy, Naruto can be pretty gay when he wants. "So what about you?" I asked. "What's your family like?" Suddenly the living room was way too quiet, even with the television sounding in the background. Naruto looked distinctly uncomfortable, but I wasn't about to let the topic go. By this time I had remembered that I don't like family talk, and in my mind if I had to share then so did he.

"Well..." Naruto started. "I know I was an only child, but I never really knew my parents. I only remember living with my aunt, uncle, and cousins until I was about thirteen, at which point they decided I was old enough to take care of myself." He paused, looking back at the TV. "My aunt says that nobody but my father knows who my mother is, and my father died when I was only a few months old." Naruto heaved a sigh, then turned back to look at me. "So now I live on my own, with my rich bitch of an aunt sending me money for food every week and paying all of my bills just so that she never has to lay eyes on me."

Suddenly I feel really guilty. I might not have the best parents ever, but at least I have them. Naruto's been living on his own for four years, and for thirteen years before that living with a bunch of relatives who apparently hate him. "Why?" I ask, not aware that my one word question could be interpreted a great many ways until Naruto gave me a questioning look. "Why do they make you live on your own?"

"I don't know, really. After seeing pictures of my father I like to think that they just can't stand seeing how much I resemble him, but I really don't know." He shrugged, then looked at the clock. "Hey, this is a great topic and all, but how about we eat some dinner?" He flashed me a huge smile, which I instantly realized was fake, then sprung up and ran into the kitchen. Sitting on the couch, blinking after him, I began to wonder how much of the Naruto I knew was fake. How many of his smiles were manufactured to hide his real feelings? How much of what I had seen of him was all just a facade, hiding what was going on underneath, deep inside his mind?

Well, even if Naruto doesn't always show his true thoughts or feelings, neither do I. Regardless, we have been getting to know each other more and more, and quite frankly I'm frightened by this. Despite their best efforts, nobody has ever been able to break through my walls. Then this blond idiot comes along and, without even trying, manages to get under my skin like not even my asshole brother could. Why do I let him in so willingly? Could my feelings for him go beyond those of friendship and the occasional spark of lust? No, I wouldn't allow myself to have feelings for someone who could never reciprocate them. That right there proves that I'm smarter than every female I've ever come into contact with.

But if I don't "like" Naruto, then why is it so easy for him to get to me? Perhaps it's because I haven't been able to use my vibrator lately? Yes, that must be it. If only I could...

"Sasuke, are you okay?"

Snapping out of my thoughts, I turn to look at Naruto, who's laying on the couch today. "Yeah, I'm fine," I reply.

"Are you sure? It kinda looks like you're sleeping with your eyes open over there," he says, giving me a concerned look.

"Yes, I'm sure. I was just thinking." I stand up and stretch, then pick up the remote from it's resting place on the armrest of the chair I was sitting in. Tossing the remote to Naruto, I continue, "I'm going to sleep. See you tomorrow."

"Oh...kay..." He says slowly, watching me leave the living room. "Aren't you going to take a shower like you usually do?"

I pause at the mouth of the hallway. Why would he ask something like that? "No, I'm too tired tonight," I lie. In truth I'm not taking a shower because my body is craving the intrusion of my vibrator. It's been far too long since I've been filled.

"Good night, then," Naruto calls as I continue toward my bedroom.

"Night," I reply. Closing the door after me as I enter the room, I cross over to the nightstand next to my bed. I open the drawer, then pull out a small key. I close the drawer again, then drop to my hands and knees to search under my bed. Spotting my prey I reach under the bed and draw out a wooden box, slightly larger than a shoe box. I insert the key into the small hole in the front of the box and turn. As the box is opened, my collection of pornographic videos along with my vibrator and a bottle of lube is revealed. Just laying eyes upon my coveted items causes my dick to harden in anticipation. I remove the vibrator and the lube, setting them on my bed, then re-lock the box and return it to its place underneath my bed, also returning the key to the drawer of my nightstand. I stand up, then begin to strip. This is going to be the most fun I've had in three weeks.

***

Shortly after Sasuke leaves I decide to go to sleep as well. There's nothing good on the TV, and Sasuke was acting really strangely. Sure, he's always quiet, but I called his name about four times before he responded. That is very un-Sasuke-like. He said he was just thinking... I wonder what he was thinking about? What topic could get him thinking so hard that he was unaware of his surroundings? I sure as hell would like to know.

After changing into my pajamas I enter the bathroom, deciding that I will brush my teeth tonight. I know, shocking, but I still have a little bit of dinner stuck in my teeth. I take my toothbrush out of the holder, setting it on the countertop as I unscrew the lid from the toothpaste tube. Picking up and holding my toothbrush with my left hand, I use my right hand to try to coax some toothpaste out of the almost empty tube. Despite my best efforts no paste emerges, so I put my toothbrush back in the holder and throw the empty tube and its cap into the trash can.

I should probably tell Sasuke that the toothpaste's gone. I'm sure that he's not asleep yet; over the past few weeks I've learned that the reason Sasuke hates being woken up so much is because he has slight insomnia, so it usually takes him a long time to get to sleep, and when he wakes up it takes him a long time to get back to sleep. Just in case, I'll sneak in really quietly, and if he's already asleep I'll just tell him in the morning. Satisfied with my thought process, I exit the bathroom, turning out the light and shutting the door behind me. I tiptoe over to Sasuke's door and press my ear against it. Yup, I definitely hear noises. That means he's probably still awake, rolling around. I gently take hold of the doorknob and slowly, slowly, turn it. When the knob refuses to turn any further I gently push the door open. A thin strip of light falls upon Sasuke's bed and I hear a groan. Well, he's definitely awake, and probably mad that I'm letting light into his room. Hesitantly I peek in, and see something that I never would have expected.

Sasuke is stretched out on his bed, eyes closed, knees bent, and hands between his thighs. Some white... substance is splattered across his stomach, and as I take in the scene I finally realize what I'm looking at. Sasuke just finished masturbating. I know I should probably leave before he realizes I've seen anything, but my body seems to be paralyzed from shock. Right as I realize this fact, Sasuke sits up and opens his eyes, which widen in shock when they fall upon me. Hurriedly he pulls his blankets up to cover his nether regions, then he proceeds to shout at me.

"Haven't you ever heard of knocking?!" he 'asks.' I know I should still leave, but he's the one inviting me into conversation. And besides, he's obviously done, and he's covered himself up.

"Well, I thought you might be sleeping already so I didn't want to risk waking you up," I reply honestly, trying to keep my eyes on his face. He may have covered his bits and pieces, but he's still got that stuff all over him.

***

Oh God, this is not good. "Well? What do you want?!" I shout at him. This is torture. My vibrator's still on, and I can't very easily remove it with Naruto watching me. Oh no, I'm starting to get hard again. If he doesn't get out really soon I'm going to have to start jerking off right in front of him.

"I... I just thought you should know..." he pauses, then grows a nice blush and looks away as he realizes that I have an erection. Greeeaaat. This is worse than when Neji interrupted me. "I just thought I should tell you that we're out of toothpaste," he finishes in a rush.

Out... of... toothpaste...? That's how he ended up catching me masturbating? He wanted to tell me we were out of toothpaste? He usually doesn't even brush his teeth at night! "Oh... Well, uh... Thanks," I say. "Now... Could you...?" He turns to look at me awkwardly when I trail off, and I make a waving motion to signal him out of my room.

"Oh! O-of course! I'm sorry!" he stutters, removing himself from the room as quickly as possible. As soon as the door is shut I'm ripping the sheets away from my body, hands instantly wrapping around my newly exposed erection. Even as I begin stroking myself, I can't keep my mind away from thoughts of what just happened.

I can't believe he walked in on me! At least he didn't notice the vibrator... I hope he didn't notice the vibrator. If he did, he would have said something about it, right? But... if he didn't notice it then he probably thinks that I got hard because he was there... No! He thinks I'm straight, and he wouldn't assume I'm not unless he talked to me about it first. Either way I'm completely screwed... Screwed by Naruto... I unconsciously constrict the muscles in my ass and suddenly become very aware of the intrusion there. Oh God... Naruto screwing me...

And just like that, no longer am I being filled by some sex toy. No, now it's Naruto that's buried inside of me. No longer are the hands gripping and pumping my arousal my own; now it's Naruto jerking me off. Naruto... Naruto... Naruto! I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming his name as my orgasm squirts across my abdomen for the second time tonight. My body goes numb and I fall backwards, my head hitting a cold pillow instead of the warm body I was half-expecting. At first I'm confused by this, but when the dull vibrations of my toy finally reach my brain, the reality of what I just did hits me hard in the face.

I just imagined I was having sex with Naruto. Naruto, my homophobic roommate.

And I loved it.

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A/N: I just want to really quickly address something here in the nicest way I can manage. A LOT of people have been putting a lot of pressure on me to write faster, not only for this story but also for The Over-Under. I just want to make it perfectly clear to all of you that I have a full time job, four ongoing stories that are currently published, about five stories that aren't posted yet that I'm working on, a pregnant sister, and A LOT of family issues. I don't always have time to write, I don't always have motivation/inspiration to write, and I'm not the kind of person who can only work on one story at a time. If I spend too much time on one thing I'll get bored with it and step away from it for a while. So in a way, working on ten things at a time actually helps me get more done than working on one thing at a time.

Since I've reposted my stories I've been doing exceedingly well with updates compared to how infrequently I used to update my stories, and it's disappointing to see readers still demanding I work faster when I have so much on my plate. The whole reason I took my stories down and went on a hiatus is because I got overly stressed about writing, and it got to the point that I didn't enjoy working on my stories anymore. I REALLY don't want that to happen again, and I like to think that my readers don't want to see that happen either. I understand that you guys who read the story when it was originally posted are anxious to get to the new stuff, but I can only work so fast. I'm currently working on chapter fourteen, so as you can see I'm already posting the new chapters before I originally planned on. I'm trying to keep everyone happy, but it's really hard when people are so critical. ^^;

For the record, there IS a difference between saying "Can't wait for the next chapter!" or "Hope you update soon!" and saying "Update faster!" or "Please try to update more than twice a year." And yes, someone really did have the balls to say that second one to me on a different story. You guys have no idea how much that hurts.

Anyway, I just wanted to throw that out there... Thank you guys SO much for reading, taking the time to review, following me on deviantart and tumblr, and checking out my personal website. It means so much to me, who isn't that confident as an author, to know that there are people out there who are so excited to read what I come up with. It's a really great feeling, and I don't want to lose that because a few people got impatient. (: I love you all! -hugs-