LeMoNs-Chan: Sorry it took a while to spew this chapter out. I am kinda not at home all the time.. –tears in eyes-
Naruto-chyan: It’s ok LeMoNs, I kind of like the breaks…
LeMoNs-Chan: But not the break ups?
Naru-chyan: What?
LeMoNs-Chan: Ooooh, nothing ^^; Let’s carry on~!
-Breakfast with a Friend-
Sasuke scoffed and rolled his eyes, “I take time out of my busy schedule,” the vampire took a step toward me, “And that’s how you greet me?” He feigned a hurt look.
“Like hell!” I cried, flicking on the safety on my Sigma and placing it back within the shoulder holster. I stormed over to Sasuke, about to give him a piece of my mind. “Why’d you do it? He was registered as my kill, Sasuke!” I whined, dammit, why did Sasuke always have to make me whine?
“Because I can,” He said simply, plainly, self-explanitorily. Hell, was that even a word? Well, even if it isn’t, Sasuke made it so.
I was about to yell once more and raised my fist, but I stopped myself and let out a big loud sigh. Growing up, who, me? “Do you need something, Sasuke?”
He smiled then, and good Lord when the man smiled he was a show stopper. Sasuke walked toward me, stopping just in front of me, only about half a foot separating us. “Not really, just came to check up on you, dobe.”
“Stop calling me that!” I looked up at him, yes, looked up at him. The bastard was still a bit taller than me. The height difference that plagued us both made me feel like his girl friend. “And what do you mean, ‘check up on me?’”
He chuckled softly—in his little condescending way—and raised a hand to run his fingers along the scars on my right cheek.
Yeah, about those. I got three scratch marks on both cheeks when I got attacked by a demon. I had been a trainee at the time, and the wounds had healed into dark lines—almost like fox marks on my cheeks—since then. Of course, when I became more experienced I repaid the fucker for what he had done. But all in all, the scars had sort of grown on me and became a distinguishing feature.
I didn’t exactly lean into the touch, but I sure as hell felt like it. I closed my eyes and turned my head away, “Sakura dumped me today,” I muttered, but I knew he would hear it.
He dropped his hand, eyes narrowing a bit, “What for?” His question was as equally quiet, but also interested.
I didn’t reply, merely stepped to the side and began walking forward, “Let’s discuss this over breakfast?” I made it a question, and began a walk toward the parking lot that held my car. Where were we headed? There was only one place I would ever eat breakfast this early; Ichiraku Ramen! It’s not a fact that ramen cannot be eaten for breakfast, and hell, it opened early. It was currently six thirty A.M. and by the time we got there it would be about seven something. I could already smell the ramen, and taste it in my throat. Maybe the day was going to get better.
I pulled into a parking space and we both got out of my car. We arrived promptly at seven ten A.M., and lucky for us, it was open and empty. I took a seat at the bar and ordered shrimp ramen with extra noodles. I got the extra noodles for free since I was a regular at the place. Mr. Ichiraku knew me well, and I was kinda like his own ramen-loving son.
Sasuke took a seat next to me and did not order anything—of course not, the dude WAS dead. He just sat there, motionless, unbreathingly, looking as ethereal as usual.
I concentrated on my ramen as it was placed before me, muttering a quick ‘itadakimasu’ before shoving the noodles into my mouth. My ramen loving had never changed, and I was glad for it.
“So,” Sasuke started, placing his head within his hand and turning to look at me, elbow braced against the counter, “Are you going to tell me why?”
I waited until I had cleared about half the bowl before speaking, “She said she couldn’t take my line of work... That she was afraid she might get killed because of what I do… and that she just couldn’t take it anymore.” Yup, that summed it up, and was basically as much as I wanted to say at the moment.
I still couldn’t put my finger on whether I was hurt by the break up or not. I mean, I was still standing, I had managed not to cry and I had also managed not to get depressed. If anything, I could conclude that I was just mad. Mad because Sakura knew what kind of man I was from the start, mad that she wasn’t strong enough to take it. Mad that the three years we had been together had been a waste, a fluke, a total pain in the ass.
“Naruto,” Sasuke repeated, and I finally looked over at him, tears pouring out from my puffy cornflower eyes. I looked away because even his face was shocked from the look of hurt and raw need I gave him.
I laughed slightly, sniffing up the snot that was building in my nose. The laugh was quiet at first, and then it grew a bit louder. “… and I didn’t even love her,” I heard myself mutter as I dug a hand into my pocket and pulled out my wallet. ‘Gochisosama’ came out quiet and watery from my lips as I picked out the bills to pay for my meal.
Sasuke had to have felt a bit awkward at this point. I seriously had no intention of bawling in front of him.
But I turned to look at his face as I slid down the bills to pay for the meal on the counter. His look was cool, calm, understanding. Fuck, monsters don’t have feelings anyway.
I wiped at my eyes with the back of my hand and stood, sniffing and giving another sudden choke of laughter, “God, why do I bother talking to you like you give a care, Sasuke?” I asked and started for the door.
Sasuke waited until we got outside to say something, “I do care, Naruto.” It was quiet, steady, but I knew it was true, and the fact that it was made my stomach hurt.
“I know you do…” I said in contradictory to myself and slapped my hand on the top of my car. I hadn’t noticed earlier, but I had been making a beeline for it. “… and I hate that you do… because…” I looked at him then, forcing the pricking tears in my eyes down. “… because you did the same damn thing!”
Sasuke frowned, and shook his head, “It wasn’t the same, Naruto.”
“But isn’t it?” I asked, and for some reason, I sounded childish even to myself.
“No, I left because I knew you wouldn’t be able to love a monster, that’s why.” And there was no room for argument in his tone.
“But you never stopped to ask, did you?” The tears fell and I cursed myself. Dammit, why did I have to get all emotional in front of the bastard. I shook my head and opened the door to my car. “It doesn’t matter,” I muttered and got inside. “Go, even you are not high enough of a rank to be out in the sun for long.”
The Uchiha turned to look over at the sun and squinted. He was of a high rank, he pushed himself that far, but he was not at the highest, where the sun is nothing but a fly waiting to be swatted. “I’m going to visit you again, Naruto.” Sasuke stated before vanishing. Well, he didn’t really vanish, but the speed of a high ranking vampire is so fast that it looks like they just vanished.
“Don’t bother.” I growled and slammed the door, mostly angry because of the fact that I was talking to myself. I sighed and rested my head on the steering wheel, not caring that it gave off a short honk. Man, this morning sucked, and I hoped that it would get better as the day progressed.
Sometimes I thought that I should get myself out of the supernatural drama, but then I also knew in the back of my head that it was a part of me that could never be easily gotten rid of.
Supernatural affairs was a drug that I was willing to meddle in, no matter how much the hit cost.
A/N: Uh-oh, a little SasuNaru preview/drama? I feel like saying something stupid at the end of a chapter totally kills the effect of it but what the hey, I’m funny… Right?
-LeMoNs
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