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Chapter 8
A/N: Sorry this took so long. I've been thinking about where I was going to go with this for a while, but _'s recent review and Yanni's giant puppy dog eyes got me back on this. Thanks to everyone who's reading this. All of you, especially those of you who've reviewed, are what has kept these chapters coming. The slowness is my fault.
Getting Credit
Chapter 8
I avoid Kiba after that. All I can think is how he watched the man and the girl, dick in hand. How he was thinking, he wished he was that man.
And how I was thinking, how I wished I was that girl.
My chest burns cold. My hand covers my heart. It won't warm. Eyes close, hoping. Hoping he doesn't know. Hoping he didn't notice.
What would he say to the best friend who doesn't want a woman? Go home? Don't sleep in my bed? I don't want to see you?
What would I say? How I wished I was there, how I wished you were there, how I wished you were that man? How I wished I didn't want that? How I wished I could want a woman?
I cover my mouth. The thoughts stop. I carry my feet a little faster. This time I'm at class early, shoes wet. Heart cold. Beating fast because I ran without realizing.
The classroom is empty. Half an hour is too early. Sensei is writing kanji on the board. I bow in the doorway.
"しつれいします," I murmur. "こんにちは."
She turns from the board and smiles. "こんにちは," she calls and bows back. "ナルトくん と サスケくん も 早い ですね. So late one week, so early next week. Did you break up with girlfriend?"
I feel hot and stutter in dissent. She just smiles cheerily, waves me on. Turns back to the board with humor in her step.
I blow out air, rub circles on a nervous stomach. I glanced too fast, first time around. Sasuke sits in the back. A book rests open in his hands, but he watches me.
I watch back. I follow the gaps in the desks 'til I stand beside him. His knee brushes mine. Warm, even through denim.
He smiles a little. "So your girlfriend broke up with you?" He says it casual, like he doesn't care.
My gut twists around, uncomfortable. I give a twisted little smile. "I don't have a girlfriend." I hesitate, notice the measuring look in his eyes. I sigh and settle down next to him. The chair is cold plastic. "I'm not talking to Kiba." I frown, not sure why I tell him the truth.
"What did he do?" I'm surprised by the harshness. Measuring eyes have turned calculating. He looks calm. Angry.
I snort at him. "Nothing," I say. Then I frown, the reason coming back to me, making me nervous. What if Sasuke notices? What would he say?
He surprises me again with a snort of his own. It's impatient, irritated. He flicks frustrated fingers through his hair. I watch the light play on the strands, not ready for his eyes.
"I'm sure." His voice is caustic. "Tell me. What did he do?"
I frown again. What did he do? Nothing, really. What was wrong was me, my thoughts, my reaction. My fears. The reason for my fears.
I laugh, but it sounds hollow. "Nothing," I say again. What could I say? I'm a horrible best friend? There's something wrong with me? "It's my fault," I say it aloud on accident. I flush. My voice speeds up, trying to cover the mistake. "I'm the one avoiding him. It's not his fault. I ran off. He just wanted to-" I cut myself off. I said too much. I stare at him in sullen silence. I will say no more.
There is a feral fire in his eye. "What did he want to do, Naruto?" His voice is calm. "Naruto?"
I hold his stubborn look. I turn away, fish out my notebook. Begin reviewing terms. A hand shoots over the paper. Sasuke grabs my wrist.
"What did he do?" he hissed.
I stare in his eyes. Fear, tension, guilt, playing my heart. He is firm, unyielding.
There is a smack as something slaps the desk. We jump apart, stunned. "Go on date outside class!" Sensei is standing over us, two flyswatters in hand. She'd used one to hit the desk. We stare up, apprehensive. Her stern expression transforms into a benevolent grin. "Come play kanji game. You test it."
We blink. She grins wider, pats Sasuke's head. "You find new boyfriend now, Naruto-kun. You come to class on time after today?" She beams. Her face scrunches up. She's never looked happier.
I feel seven shades of red, up to the dark roots of my hair. I calm my fluttering heart. She doesn't know. She doesn't know. She doesn't know.
How much had she heard?
Heart hammering, I move up to the board. Sasuke is behind me. I don't look at him, too afraid. Does he know? He doesn't know. She doesn't know. He doesn't…
Do they?
I give up, put it out of my mind. Sasuke and I each have a flyswatter and are standing on either side of the board.
"木!" Sensei shouts. I stare at the board, searching for the kanji for 'tree.' I spot it just as Sasuke's flyswatter smacks it. "Very good. One point!" She announces as she marks the score on a paper. "岩!"
And so it continues.
As more classmates trickle in, they line up behind us, forming teams, switching active kanji-swatters when she yells for it. Competition is fierce. I almost don't notice when Kiba comes.
He sidles in the door and slips off his bag. I see the way his muscles move under his clothes. I don' t like that I notice. I focus on the play of characters across the board, memorizing, scheming…
Then there's someone standing behind me, and I smell his shampoo. I catch myself closing my eyes. I frown, stiffen. He leans in and whispers, "Hey," into my neck, all soft and quiet-like, as though nothing had happened. And for a second, I want to play along. Nothing is wrong. He doesn't know anything.
My worries calm. I flush with warmth. I'm okay. I touch my lips. They're smiling.
The fear is gone. Vengeance has just begun.
My face schools itself into indifference, distaste. I move away as though irritated. I hide my grin. He catches my elbow in his warm palm, spins me. I stare, disinterested. "Yes?" He looks lost, like he's a child that got kicked and doesn't understand why.
I catch my sympathy and save it. He's atoning, I tell myself.
"Hang out after class today?" He has the nerve to sound hopeful.
I stare, imperious, at the board. "I'm going to Sasuke's today. He's a nice guy." Then it's my turn to smack the kanji. I head for the board, but not before I see something furious in his face. I bite my lip, wonder if this is what I want. Shrug. Hit the 学 before my opponent.
At the end of class, I catch Sasuke as he stands with his bag. I slip closer to murmur to him. "Is it okay if I pretend to go home with you?"
He raises an eyebrow. I thought he might question, but he doesn't. He just looks where Kiba stands, glaring, two rows forward. He smirks faintly. "Of course," he says. "This way."
He leads me to his motorcycle in the parking lot. Hands me the helmet. Slides on. I slip behind him, arms around his waist. Kiba's watching. I see him standing outside the classroom. He doesn't even pretend to do something else.
The motorcycle explodes into life. I cling tighter as we creep out of the parking lot and shoot off into the street. I have Sasuke in a vice grip. The ground blurs. We're out of sight of the college and I shout to be heard over the engine.
"You can drop me here. Thanks for the lift."
He shakes his head. "Might as well take you all the way there." He calls back.
"But you don't know where I live."
"To my house. I can drop you off later."
He takes my stunned silence as agreement. The motorcycle shoots around the corner. The fear comes back.
What have I gotten myself into?
A/N: Before you start pelting me with decaying vegetables for the cliffhanger, hey! Check out the chapter! It's long…ish. And there's character development and plot advancement! What do you know!
Previously, I haven't put the time or care into this story that it (and you) deserve. I promise that from now on I will take this story more seriously. That means that the chapters will be longer, and there will be character AND plot development. Yay!
Also, have I mentioned this before? The Sensei in this story is essentially my high school Japanese teacher. I started this story partly because I wanted to pop her in, because she's stinking hilarious. She liked to make racy, vaguely inappropriate jokes and, if questioned, blame it on the language barrier. She used to smack students, but the administration made her stop. I thought she was awesome. She actually liked me (I never got smacked on the head) and even wrote letters of recommendation for me for college.
You can throw rotten vegetables at me now.
The Japanese dialogue: "Excuse me, good afternoon." "Good afternoon. Both you and Sasuke are early today, hm?" Then random, level 1 kanji. Tree, rock and study. Yeah.
Getting Credit
Chapter 8
I avoid Kiba after that. All I can think is how he watched the man and the girl, dick in hand. How he was thinking, he wished he was that man.
And how I was thinking, how I wished I was that girl.
My chest burns cold. My hand covers my heart. It won't warm. Eyes close, hoping. Hoping he doesn't know. Hoping he didn't notice.
What would he say to the best friend who doesn't want a woman? Go home? Don't sleep in my bed? I don't want to see you?
What would I say? How I wished I was there, how I wished you were there, how I wished you were that man? How I wished I didn't want that? How I wished I could want a woman?
I cover my mouth. The thoughts stop. I carry my feet a little faster. This time I'm at class early, shoes wet. Heart cold. Beating fast because I ran without realizing.
The classroom is empty. Half an hour is too early. Sensei is writing kanji on the board. I bow in the doorway.
"しつれいします," I murmur. "こんにちは."
She turns from the board and smiles. "こんにちは," she calls and bows back. "ナルトくん と サスケくん も 早い ですね. So late one week, so early next week. Did you break up with girlfriend?"
I feel hot and stutter in dissent. She just smiles cheerily, waves me on. Turns back to the board with humor in her step.
I blow out air, rub circles on a nervous stomach. I glanced too fast, first time around. Sasuke sits in the back. A book rests open in his hands, but he watches me.
I watch back. I follow the gaps in the desks 'til I stand beside him. His knee brushes mine. Warm, even through denim.
He smiles a little. "So your girlfriend broke up with you?" He says it casual, like he doesn't care.
My gut twists around, uncomfortable. I give a twisted little smile. "I don't have a girlfriend." I hesitate, notice the measuring look in his eyes. I sigh and settle down next to him. The chair is cold plastic. "I'm not talking to Kiba." I frown, not sure why I tell him the truth.
"What did he do?" I'm surprised by the harshness. Measuring eyes have turned calculating. He looks calm. Angry.
I snort at him. "Nothing," I say. Then I frown, the reason coming back to me, making me nervous. What if Sasuke notices? What would he say?
He surprises me again with a snort of his own. It's impatient, irritated. He flicks frustrated fingers through his hair. I watch the light play on the strands, not ready for his eyes.
"I'm sure." His voice is caustic. "Tell me. What did he do?"
I frown again. What did he do? Nothing, really. What was wrong was me, my thoughts, my reaction. My fears. The reason for my fears.
I laugh, but it sounds hollow. "Nothing," I say again. What could I say? I'm a horrible best friend? There's something wrong with me? "It's my fault," I say it aloud on accident. I flush. My voice speeds up, trying to cover the mistake. "I'm the one avoiding him. It's not his fault. I ran off. He just wanted to-" I cut myself off. I said too much. I stare at him in sullen silence. I will say no more.
There is a feral fire in his eye. "What did he want to do, Naruto?" His voice is calm. "Naruto?"
I hold his stubborn look. I turn away, fish out my notebook. Begin reviewing terms. A hand shoots over the paper. Sasuke grabs my wrist.
"What did he do?" he hissed.
I stare in his eyes. Fear, tension, guilt, playing my heart. He is firm, unyielding.
There is a smack as something slaps the desk. We jump apart, stunned. "Go on date outside class!" Sensei is standing over us, two flyswatters in hand. She'd used one to hit the desk. We stare up, apprehensive. Her stern expression transforms into a benevolent grin. "Come play kanji game. You test it."
We blink. She grins wider, pats Sasuke's head. "You find new boyfriend now, Naruto-kun. You come to class on time after today?" She beams. Her face scrunches up. She's never looked happier.
I feel seven shades of red, up to the dark roots of my hair. I calm my fluttering heart. She doesn't know. She doesn't know. She doesn't know.
How much had she heard?
Heart hammering, I move up to the board. Sasuke is behind me. I don't look at him, too afraid. Does he know? He doesn't know. She doesn't know. He doesn't…
Do they?
I give up, put it out of my mind. Sasuke and I each have a flyswatter and are standing on either side of the board.
"木!" Sensei shouts. I stare at the board, searching for the kanji for 'tree.' I spot it just as Sasuke's flyswatter smacks it. "Very good. One point!" She announces as she marks the score on a paper. "岩!"
And so it continues.
As more classmates trickle in, they line up behind us, forming teams, switching active kanji-swatters when she yells for it. Competition is fierce. I almost don't notice when Kiba comes.
He sidles in the door and slips off his bag. I see the way his muscles move under his clothes. I don' t like that I notice. I focus on the play of characters across the board, memorizing, scheming…
Then there's someone standing behind me, and I smell his shampoo. I catch myself closing my eyes. I frown, stiffen. He leans in and whispers, "Hey," into my neck, all soft and quiet-like, as though nothing had happened. And for a second, I want to play along. Nothing is wrong. He doesn't know anything.
My worries calm. I flush with warmth. I'm okay. I touch my lips. They're smiling.
The fear is gone. Vengeance has just begun.
My face schools itself into indifference, distaste. I move away as though irritated. I hide my grin. He catches my elbow in his warm palm, spins me. I stare, disinterested. "Yes?" He looks lost, like he's a child that got kicked and doesn't understand why.
I catch my sympathy and save it. He's atoning, I tell myself.
"Hang out after class today?" He has the nerve to sound hopeful.
I stare, imperious, at the board. "I'm going to Sasuke's today. He's a nice guy." Then it's my turn to smack the kanji. I head for the board, but not before I see something furious in his face. I bite my lip, wonder if this is what I want. Shrug. Hit the 学 before my opponent.
At the end of class, I catch Sasuke as he stands with his bag. I slip closer to murmur to him. "Is it okay if I pretend to go home with you?"
He raises an eyebrow. I thought he might question, but he doesn't. He just looks where Kiba stands, glaring, two rows forward. He smirks faintly. "Of course," he says. "This way."
He leads me to his motorcycle in the parking lot. Hands me the helmet. Slides on. I slip behind him, arms around his waist. Kiba's watching. I see him standing outside the classroom. He doesn't even pretend to do something else.
The motorcycle explodes into life. I cling tighter as we creep out of the parking lot and shoot off into the street. I have Sasuke in a vice grip. The ground blurs. We're out of sight of the college and I shout to be heard over the engine.
"You can drop me here. Thanks for the lift."
He shakes his head. "Might as well take you all the way there." He calls back.
"But you don't know where I live."
"To my house. I can drop you off later."
He takes my stunned silence as agreement. The motorcycle shoots around the corner. The fear comes back.
What have I gotten myself into?
A/N: Before you start pelting me with decaying vegetables for the cliffhanger, hey! Check out the chapter! It's long…ish. And there's character development and plot advancement! What do you know!
Previously, I haven't put the time or care into this story that it (and you) deserve. I promise that from now on I will take this story more seriously. That means that the chapters will be longer, and there will be character AND plot development. Yay!
Also, have I mentioned this before? The Sensei in this story is essentially my high school Japanese teacher. I started this story partly because I wanted to pop her in, because she's stinking hilarious. She liked to make racy, vaguely inappropriate jokes and, if questioned, blame it on the language barrier. She used to smack students, but the administration made her stop. I thought she was awesome. She actually liked me (I never got smacked on the head) and even wrote letters of recommendation for me for college.
You can throw rotten vegetables at me now.
The Japanese dialogue: "Excuse me, good afternoon." "Good afternoon. Both you and Sasuke are early today, hm?" Then random, level 1 kanji. Tree, rock and study. Yeah.