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I fail.
I didn't want to go to bed without posting a one-shot i've spent all afternoon writing, but it's almost six am and i can't think anymore, and auuuugh they're talking too much why are they dragging it on and on and on auuugh.
so, to remind myself to write tomorrow!via inciting people to beat me over the head when i get sidetracked.
(note to self, make sure to edit the end because it rambles too much and loses impact. not the end of this part, i mean the end of what i've actually written. trust me it suxx0rs.)
Naruto doesn't know what the hell is going on with Uchiha Sasuke.
Rectification: he doesn't know what's going on between him and Uchiha Sasuke. As for Sasuke himself, everyone knows. It was a bit hard to avoid the storm of shocked gossip his "Not even if you had a dick" comeback had on the school.
Yeah, so it turns out the little darling of the school is a fag. Naruto was surprised that it was so surprising, actually. Guy's always been kinda prissy.
He's a little more surprised by the fact that they keep swapping spit. Especially since he still hates the guy, gay or not.
It's just, one moment they're shoving each other into the wall hard enough to bruise for days, and the next moment they're liplocked. Or one moment Naruto's smoking, and Sasuke's sneering at him, with his nice prefect armband in clear view, and the next moment the cigarette is under Sasuke's foot and Sasuke's tongue is replacing it. It always ends in a punch, or a violent shove -- it's more like another aspect of the permanent violence that crackles between them, more of a transition than anything truly separate, truly different.
Sasuke always kisses him like it's another attack; for all Naruto knows, maybe it is.
Right now, Naruto would welcome any kind of kiss. Even his. Sure, he'd like Sakura's better, or maybe Ino's or Hinata's; a tender "there, it's okay, I care for you." It's never gonna happen in a million year, though, so he'd settle for Sasuke's "I hate you, here is my tongue down your throat." It would be a nice distraction.
It's been a rotten week, and it's barely Thursday. Naruto refused to stay at the hospital, but maybe he should have; then the gossip would have had time to die down a bit. The lacerations on his ribs have mostly healed over, but he still has bruises all over and his wrist still bandaged up; the PE teacher didn't want him to do anything more strenuous than some jogging around the field. Naruto still wanted to come back -- just wanted things to return to normal, you know?
But like things can be normal when everyone knows that this time he skipped school because he'd been kidnapped, when it's in the newspapers that his father's twin brother is a serial killer. A rapist.
They're identical twins. There's absolutely no way to prove which one of the two actually fathered him.
Kyuubi lies.
Naruto knows that Kyuubi lies.
Naruto closes his eyes and presses the back of his head against the cold tiles of the shower room. The locker room is empty; his classmates have gone. Kiba tried to stay with him, offer some support as Naruto waited for the showers to be a little emptier, but then Naruto remembered there were finger-shaped bruises on his arms, on his hips, and then Kiba remembered he had to be elsewhere.
Naruto will tell him later that he misunderstood. That the article is misleading and the gossip even more so. That it's not him Kyuubi raped. It's his mother. Naruto would have liked it better the other way around. He figures taking it up the ass has to hurt less and for a shorter time than knowing it happened to his mother, knowing she raised him with that same doubt. They'd been trying for a child, his parents, when it happened. When Kyuubi happened. So he's never going to know the truth.
It's sordid, is what it is. And that's why he'd rather think about Sasuke punching him, kissing him. It's weird, but at least it's normal-weird. His-life-weird. It's not waking up handcuffed to a lead pipe in some basement and being held down as a psycho with his father's face calls him "my son" and carves into his cheeks.
so, to remind myself to write tomorrow!
(note to self, make sure to edit the end because it rambles too much and loses impact. not the end of this part, i mean the end of what i've actually written. trust me it suxx0rs.)
Naruto doesn't know what the hell is going on with Uchiha Sasuke.
Rectification: he doesn't know what's going on between him and Uchiha Sasuke. As for Sasuke himself, everyone knows. It was a bit hard to avoid the storm of shocked gossip his "Not even if you had a dick" comeback had on the school.
Yeah, so it turns out the little darling of the school is a fag. Naruto was surprised that it was so surprising, actually. Guy's always been kinda prissy.
He's a little more surprised by the fact that they keep swapping spit. Especially since he still hates the guy, gay or not.
It's just, one moment they're shoving each other into the wall hard enough to bruise for days, and the next moment they're liplocked. Or one moment Naruto's smoking, and Sasuke's sneering at him, with his nice prefect armband in clear view, and the next moment the cigarette is under Sasuke's foot and Sasuke's tongue is replacing it. It always ends in a punch, or a violent shove -- it's more like another aspect of the permanent violence that crackles between them, more of a transition than anything truly separate, truly different.
Sasuke always kisses him like it's another attack; for all Naruto knows, maybe it is.
Right now, Naruto would welcome any kind of kiss. Even his. Sure, he'd like Sakura's better, or maybe Ino's or Hinata's; a tender "there, it's okay, I care for you." It's never gonna happen in a million year, though, so he'd settle for Sasuke's "I hate you, here is my tongue down your throat." It would be a nice distraction.
It's been a rotten week, and it's barely Thursday. Naruto refused to stay at the hospital, but maybe he should have; then the gossip would have had time to die down a bit. The lacerations on his ribs have mostly healed over, but he still has bruises all over and his wrist still bandaged up; the PE teacher didn't want him to do anything more strenuous than some jogging around the field. Naruto still wanted to come back -- just wanted things to return to normal, you know?
But like things can be normal when everyone knows that this time he skipped school because he'd been kidnapped, when it's in the newspapers that his father's twin brother is a serial killer. A rapist.
They're identical twins. There's absolutely no way to prove which one of the two actually fathered him.
Kyuubi lies.
Naruto knows that Kyuubi lies.
Naruto closes his eyes and presses the back of his head against the cold tiles of the shower room. The locker room is empty; his classmates have gone. Kiba tried to stay with him, offer some support as Naruto waited for the showers to be a little emptier, but then Naruto remembered there were finger-shaped bruises on his arms, on his hips, and then Kiba remembered he had to be elsewhere.
Naruto will tell him later that he misunderstood. That the article is misleading and the gossip even more so. That it's not him Kyuubi raped. It's his mother. Naruto would have liked it better the other way around. He figures taking it up the ass has to hurt less and for a shorter time than knowing it happened to his mother, knowing she raised him with that same doubt. They'd been trying for a child, his parents, when it happened. When Kyuubi happened. So he's never going to know the truth.
It's sordid, is what it is. And that's why he'd rather think about Sasuke punching him, kissing him. It's weird, but at least it's normal-weird. His-life-weird. It's not waking up handcuffed to a lead pipe in some basement and being held down as a psycho with his father's face calls him "my son" and carves into his cheeks.