WARNING: If I wrote it, it's gonna be some boyboy mature love and some language.
Chapter 3 (Sasuke's POV)
It shouldn't be that strange for me to hear him say that. Isn't that what people say to each other when they've been in a relationship for as long as Gaara and I have? But that was exactly it… it was Gaara saying. I recalled countless of times where I was seriously debating whether to tell him that I loved him.
Of course I never told him. That's why he hesitated telling me. You see, I wanted to tell him, because that seemed normal. But I was never sure if I really felt love.
"Are you sick?" I asked, too quickly for him I could tell. His face had a sign of pure shock on it. Sadly, I wish I was kidding but I wasn't at all.
Gaara looked really pissed off. I blinked. I really wasn't trying to be cruel or anything. "Sasuke, if you're just going to make fun of me then I change my mind." He pulled away and removed himself from my side completely.
"I'm not fucking around, Gaakun!" I leaned up and looked at him. "You're not one to say such things…" I turned my attention to my hands. I placed them in my lap to try and stop the shaking.
My head was spinning. Gaara and I had had our undercover relationship for a while. I have to admit, he's nicer to me when no one was around… obviously, but, he would never say he loved ANYONE. Especially me. I was just the guy he fucked out of pity and pleasure. Right?
"Kekun," He never called me that either. Unless, he wronged me, because I fell for that nickname. I felt his hands on my face and I was being made to look into his piercing eyes. He smiled in his little Gaara way (a half crooked smile that seemed almost painful) and I smiled back. I lightly reached up and touched the 'love' on his forehead as he pulled my hair out of my face so he could see me.
"I really do love you."
I smiled and shook my head. "You are insane, Rakun."
He laughed, "I know." He leaned into me and kissed me. I kissed him back and pushed myself into my place on his lap. We were in my favourite "cute moment" position: the spider.
One would always see little children playing on the playgrounds in a park. Slides and spin wheels and ladders and swings. The people on the swings either pushed each other or swang together. Like the spider position. Pedophiles would see it as a turn on. I saw it as cute.
"How did we get this far?" I asked him softly after the kiss. He intertwined his fingers with mine while we just sat there in silence; foreheads touching and hair covering our shy faces. "Hm?" I finally sounded after a couple minutes of this.
"I don't know…" He whispered back.
"What would mommy think?" I teased him gently.
"Mommy would deny having a young son," He grinned and nipped at my bottom lip.
I laughed and fought him back with my mouth. I returned the nips with pulls and tugs on his bottom lip and he pushed me into a kiss and I fell backwards on the bed. He pulled away and grinned, pushing my legs up in the air. "Hey!" I laughed uncontrollably.
"It wouldn't be rape… you'd enjoy it too much."
"Gakunnnn!" I whined playfully, forcing my legs back on the bed. He leaned over me and kissed me again before whispering,
"Put some clothes on. We're going out." I looked at him wide-eyed as he pulled away and off of the bed. He scavenged the room for new clothes.
"Wait…" I shot myself up and looked at him. "What?!"
"I'm gonna take you out, it's time we did something outside of this fucking room." Gaara never ceased to amaze me. He dressed with such elegance and spoke so smoothly. It was great being with him, really, but...
I couldn't let the thought Miyavi go.
A blast from the past…
a very attractive blast from the past.
I finally stood and walked over to a place beside Gaara and found my own clothes. I dressed and entered the bathroom to spruce myself up for public eye. I was excited. Miyavi was amazing.
Dammit. This is insane. Where the hell did I get off getting drunk with an old crush? I am such an idiot sometimes.
After I made myself pleasant enough for people (hair, clean face, etc.) I returned to our room to find Gaara gone. "Gaakun?" I looked around. He wasn't there. I walked into the hallway. "Gaakun!" I called. I called again, louder: "Gaara!" No answer.
"Bastard! I knew he was kidding!" I rushed down the last unchecked hall and there he was. "Why didn't you…" I stopped. In his hands was a random ribbon. I looked at it and then looked at his grinning face. "What's that for?" I asked, pointing.
He held it out to me, "Tie it on my wrist good and tight." I froze completely.
What was he thinking? He was going to be out in PUBLIC wearing a RAINBOW ribbon with ME. Everyone in Konoha knew I was gay. I was the "homosexual whore" of Konoha now. That was my new reputation. Not that I minded, I mean, that's how I got with Gaara and it must have been how I saw Miyavi again. Anyway...
"Gaara, you don't have to do that." I told him.
I sighed and took the ribbon, tying it like he wanted it: good and tight. "Are you sure?" He looked at me. Just looked at me. I looked away. "Nevermind." He then grabbed my hand and walked out of the door.
He would let go of my hand like he always did…
No. He still had it. I looked down at our hands. Okay…
He still had it. He was going to kill me. I let go. He stopped and turned to me.
"Am I no longer your boyfriend?" He asked in a normal voice. We were out in the street now and I looked around. People had heard him. People were watching. Was this a morbid test of his? I shrugged. "Okay, so, hold my hand." He took my hand again and started walking. "Are you hungry?" He asked me.
"A little." I nodded, slowly. This was all really confusing. I felt a knot in my chest from anxiety.
We walked farther. I watched as the people were staring at him. I didn't want him getting his own reputation because of me. The "poor newly gay Gaara being mind fucked by the gay whore". I saw it now.
He would end up hating ME for it. Like always. Everything was usually my fault when gay shit happened. But. Maybe that was what Gaara wanted. I shook my head and looked back to where we were going, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.
Then. I got the eye contact from the one person I had been wanting to avoid: Miyavi.
He was talking to a girl. He was FLIRTING with a GIRL. He looked away from me and then to the girl, whispering something, then looking back to me. He was trying to make me jealous.
I looked at Gaara. "Ramen?" I shrugged.
No, wait, Miyavi was…
We walked right passed him. Once we entered the little ramen hut we sat down at the counter. He still had my hand and he sat, facing me. "Here, you order for us, I'll be right back." He leaned in and kissed me. I blinked and froze completely as he walked off to the outside of the ramen hut.
When I gained control of myself, I ordered two bowls for us. Original for him, spicy for me. I felt a hand on my back as I was finally relaxing and when I turned around to see who it was my lips were being touched, opened, intruded by someone else's mouth. Their hand went to my cheek and held me in the kiss. When they pulled away. I looked at them. "Miyavi, you're going to get me killed!"
"Itachi said you were old enough, and I know I'm not the only one who wants this," He smiled at me. I blushed completely, I know he thought I was the "other one" who did.
This was bad…
Chapter 4 Miyavi's POV
My hand had made his final resting spot on the crook in Sasuke's neck. He just looked up at me, red faced and all. I grinned. He cast his eyes away. "Please don't do this… Gaara's just around the corner." He said this in almost a whisper.
I pretended not to hear him. "Sakun, can we meet up later?" I asked quickly, I knew Gaara would be back soon.
"You don't understand, Miyavi…" He replied.
"You want to." I told him and he nodded. I knew he did. He knew he did.
"Fine… just for a few minutes though. I'll meet you at eleven tonight outside the Konoha gate. Eleven sharp, I'm not waiting around for you." He told me quickly. He probably felt Gaara coming closer.
"All right." I pulled my hand away slowly. I smiled and walked to the corner of the restaurant and watched as Gaara came in and walked right passed me and returned to Sasuke. I grinned and slipped outside.
My steps were a slow saunter as I walked through the streets of Konoha, smile on my face. "It's all about the he said she said bullshit..." I blinked and grabbed my phone, answering it, "Ichiro speaking."
Ichiro, it's Kisame.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I stopped in mid-step. Kisame never called me, and if he did, it was a big emergency.
Itachi, as always. He sighed.
"What's wrong with him, though?" I started to walk again, slower than before.
He says he's 'ill' and you should come home to 'help' is 'ales'. I heard a tone in his voice. I don't know why he keeps me around, he has you. Nah, correction, he wants you. You're his puppy: he calls you, you come.
He was upset, of course. He's followed Itachi faithfully and still Itachi wanted me. I didn't know for sure if Kisame was like me when it came to his "heart's loyalties", but, it sure seemed like it. Itachi wasn't my type anyway. I went for the emotionally traumatized type.
(Ami: hahaha, if this didn't make you laugh, TELL ME)
"What do you want me to do, Kisame?" I didn't want to piss him off.
"Are you sure?"
Yes, if you don't, Itachi would kill me anyways… KISAME! Oh, shit. KISAME IS THAT AOI? Yessir. LET ME TALK TO HIM! Sir… Ami! Where are you? Have you seen my brother? Oh no, this was the trap.
Konoha, and yes, I have.
Shit. The truth? Bad move..? Good move..?
Well…? Okay move.
"I saw him, he… didn't remember me." Not a complete lie, but close.
How tragic. He was happy. I heard it in his voice. So Kisame's informed you of my ill state?
(Ami: Mind you, this is over-gay-manipulative-Ami's-version of Itachi. Haha inspired by a dream mind you...)
"Yes. Should I return?"
Yes, beautiful, that would be best.
"All right." I sighed to myself. I wouldn't be able to meet Sasuke like I had hoped. "I'm on my way."
Good, see you soon? I paused. I could milk the part of me being out of reach.
"Itakun, I was thinking, could I possibly just start fresh tomorrow? It's been a long day and I don't think I can travel all that way by dark anyhow." And now… wait.
Oh? Oh. Oh was a weird response. I hated weird responses. "It would mean a lot to me if you would let me."
Well I am sure I won't die by tomorrow. SCORE!! I did a little dance to in my head. Bye, Aoi, be here early.
"Yessir. Bye, Itakun." I hung up my phone and continued walking. Five more hours and I would be seeing my Sasukun again.
How lovely the world was…
(Ami: Short chapter because… Miyavi needs to wait five frickin hours alone. Kaythanks. :D)