Taiikusai

I get the feeling I'm gonna make some enemies pretty sooo... But anywho, the song lyrics in this song are by She Wants Revenge, "Tear You Apart." It's what inspired me to start writing this fic >.>;;

Song lyrics are marked by [ ] Personal thoughts are marked by :: ::

Once again, I don't own Naruto nor profit from these sick fantasies put down on paper. So have fun, and enjoy~


Hell Week Day 1:


“Time is up. Please put your pencils down.”

Sasuke flipped his paper over and passed it up. He had finished 15 minutes ago and spent the time watching the blond in front of him scribble down his last minute answers. His eyes followed the tic and sway of the pencil as said blond squeezed out a few more lines before dropping his pencil carelessly and grabbing Sasuke’s paper to pass it forward.

His gaze slid from the pencil to the curve of his back as the blond placed his hands behind his head and stretched backwards.

“Phew, I wasn’t sure I was gonna finish that one.” He exhaled in what sounded like simultaneous resignation and relief.

His white shirt rode up as he stretched. A bit of tan skin peeked through at the waist of his loose trousers. Sasuke tore his eyes away.

He focused on Kakashi sensei stuffing the exams into a large envelope. Gathering his materials the silver haired teacher gave them a wave. “Congrats, you survived day one. Have a nice day.”

Sasuke gathered his things and stood up to leave. Sakura came bouncing up, but she quickly addressed Naruto and didn’t seem interested in him for once.

“Hnn.” He passed by the talkative pair without as much as a goodbye.




Sasuke spread out his books on the library table. He had three exams completed and only seven more to go. Popping his headphones into his ears, he turned up the music and went to work.

[Got a big plan, this mindset, maybe it’s right. At the right place, and right time, maybe tonight. In a whisper or handshake, sending a sign. Wanna makeout and kiss hard? Wait, nevermind.]


He had caught him out of the corner of his eye. Those golden locks were hard to miss. He seemed to glow wherever he went, and so he got up and followed him. The halls were silent and empty. Most of the students had decided to return home and study or go out with their friends for lunch. But his target turned into the boy’s restroom and he silently slipped in after him.


[Then he walked up and told her thinking maybe it’d pass and they talked and looked away a lot, doing the dance. Her hand brushed up against his, she left it there. Told him how she felt and then they locked in a stare.]


Naruto splashed water on his face and when he looked up, he was startled to see another face in the mirror. He turned around and a hand caressed his cheek.


[They took a step back, thought about it, what should they do? Cuz there’s always repercussions when you’re dating in school. But their lips met and reservations started to pass, whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last.]


Lips crashed, tongues warred and somewhere a sharp pinch yielded the faint metallic taste of blood.


[Either way he wanted her and this was bad—wanted to do things to her, it was making him crazy. Now a little crush turned into a like and now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her…]


Gaara dragged him into the nearest stall and slammed him up against the door. Their lips never breaking contact, he fumbled for Naruto’s belt and quickly undid the clasp.


[I want to hold you close. Skin pressed against me tight. Lie still; close your eyes girl, so lovely it feels so right…]


Sasuke turned off his mp3 player.

::Not the song I should be studying to.:: He pulled out his headphones and rubbed his eyes. He was about to flip through his song list when a giggle caught his attention. ::What idiot is giggling in the library?:: He got up to look for the offender and was led to desks behind the stacks. A spike of blonde hair poked up from behind one of the cubicles. ::Dobe. I should have known.::

He walked around to tell off the loud mouth and was rendered speechless. Wrong blonde. Temari gave him a bored stare. She looked at him expectantly, waiting for whatever lame remark he could possibly come up with.

“Can we help you, Uchiha-kun?” Neji smiled. Temari made no effort to move from her apparently comfortable position on Neji’s lap. Her arms hung loosely around his shoulders and she seemed to press even closer against him as they waited for his answer.

“Is that behavior really appropriate for the school vice president?”

“There were no seats left. I’m merely offering the lady a compromise.” She snorted and stifled a giggle at that one.

“Scram pipsqueak. We’re not bothering anyone so go back to your books and study like a good boy.”

Temari’s reputation preceded her. She wasn’t as violent as her younger brother, but she wasn’t known to back down from a fight either. Sasuke turned up his nose and went back to his seat.

::Hyuuga… *isn’t* after Naruto?:: Sasuke’s mind had trouble wrapping itself around this one. But all the evidence pointed to the contrary… didn’t it? Unless… Hyuuga was messing with him. Sasuke felt horrified. Why did he get the feeling this was all one big mind fuck and Hyuuga’s twisted sense of justice taken out on him? He remembered Sakura’s comment and felt like an idiot. He’d been duped all this time. All because he’d let something trifling as jealousy get the best of him.

Sasuke squeezed his fists, his nails digging into his palms deep enough to break skin. He felt like hitting something, or someone, so instead he calmly stood up and exited the library.

He wandered into the nearest restroom and gripped one of the sinks. He would have punched the tiled walls, but a few groans coming from one of the closed stalls announced the presence of another student. He couldn’t risk being caught defacing school property so he turned on the taps and splashed his face instead.

The groans didn’t cease as he turned off the water and stared at his own reflection in the mirror. Someone couldn’t handle the cafeteria food? As if in answer, the moans seemed to reach a final peak before going silent. Sasuke thought about leaving. Perhaps the student would be embarrassed to know someone else had heard him. But his dark mood thought that perhaps it would make him feel better to see someone else squirm, so he stayed where he was, firmly rooted to the spot with his hands glued to the sink.

The toilet flushed, a door opened and out stepped Uzumaki Naruto. Naruto seemed to freeze on the spot at the sight of Sasuke. His cheeks were bright red, with what Sasuke imagined to be utter embarrassment. Sasuke grinned. It was his lucky day.

“What happened Uzumaki? Drink a carton of spoiled milk again?”

Is what he would have said. What he had planned to say. But the door opened again and out stepped an all too familiar face. A red tattoo burned brightly against pale skin. Pale *flushed* skin. Sasuke felt like he was going to be sick. His eyes darted between them. Between Naruto’s embarrassed, guilt ridden face and the cool composure of green eyes, daring him to challenge them. Seeing that calm expression pissed him off. It pissed him off so badly he wanted to hurt him.

Sasuke hurled himself towards Gaara, knocking him over. Both boys toppled over, giving Sasuke the advantage of being on top. He pulled his fist back, wanting to slam it into that perfect skin, but something held him back. Naruto had grabbed him and was holding his wrist.

“Don’t do it.” He focused on the rage. He gathered up all his anger and struggled against that tight grip. It was all he could to not cry.

“But you can’t have him,” he mumbled dejectedly.

“I already have.” Stab. He felt like he had been stabbed and yet Gaara hadn’t laid a finger on him. “Let him go Naruto.” Another pain lanced through him. Hearing him utter that name, so gently, so intimately…

Naruto eased up on his grip and pulled Sasuke to his feet.

“Only so long as he doesn’t try to hurt you.” Sasuke felt miserable.

“You told me you liked girls.” His words sounded feeble even by his standards.

“I do. I found out I like boys too.” Naruto averted his eyes. “Get out of here. You should go before anyone finds us all like this.” Sasuke wanted to punch him. He wanted to beat him ‘til he was black and blue and then kiss those pink swollen lips wildly like he was sure Gaara just did.

Sasuke turned around and walked towards the door.

“Oh, and Sasuke?” He turned around. “Don’t make this about you and Gaara. I consented.” ::Why not throw salt on the wounds?::

Sasuke walked back to the library. He gathered up his things and left. Anywhere was better than here.

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._. It had to happen sooner or later


Please Read and Review. I'm having major writer's block for the next part ><