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"Fucking piece of shit! Shut the fuck up!"
Growling, I slapped my hand at the annoying alarm clock next to my bed and purposefully promoted it to the wall opposite. It had started to make shrill sounds again, however, and fell abruptly silent as it flew crashing into the wall. It rattled and its parts scattered around the room.
I didn't care much about that, though. I simply turned to my other side with a disgruntled growl, punched my pillow briefly, and buried my face back under the covers to go back to sleep.
I really wasn't an early riser. I would prefer to spend the entire morning in bed. Anyone who wanted something else from me could cross me. No one would get me out of my cozy, warm bed so quickly!
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"Honey, you have to get up! Or you'll be late!"
I gave a soft, tortured sigh. No one, except my mother. While she was actually the kindest, warmest person the world had probably ever known, she could get really scary. Especially when it came to "her" men, as she always put it so nicely.
Nevertheless, I really didn't feel any motivation to get up now and be greeted by the usual cold that always hit you in the morning at six o'clock when you get out of the warm bed. Accordingly, I just stayed in bed and hoped that my mother would forget about me.
Unfortunately, I had done the math without her. Barely two minutes later my door opened and I heard someone coming into the room. I buried myself even further under the covers and tried hard to simply block out everything that was going on around me.
Although my room was pitch black, since I had the blinds down as usual, the footsteps of the person who had entered found their way unerringly to the window without tumbling over any piles of clothes. Barely ten seconds later, the familiar loud rattling of the shutters could be heard and the glare of the streetlight just outside my window streamed into my room.
I groaned in annoyance and squeezed my eyes tightly shut. God, this could not be true!
However, it did not remain with this torture. Suddenly my bedspread was grabbed and jerked away from me with amazing force. I yelped as the ice-cold air hit my body and the bare skin on my arms and legs.
I took to the air with a snarl and glared angrily at the brown-haired woman in front of me. My mother returned my gaze with a bright smile, skillfully ignoring my foul mood.
"Good morning, Naruto darling. Did you sleep well?"
"What's good about this fucking morning? Give me back that fucking blanket, it's fucking cold!", I growled in disgruntlement, then hurriedly grabbed the thick fabric.
Takana Mai frowned disapprovingly and pulled back even further the fabric I was fiercely craving, causing me to gasp in fright and topple forward, arms flailing as I lost my balance. "Don't take that tone with me, young man. I raised you better than that, so show it, understand?"
I glared angrily at her from below, but when I saw the hard expression in her eyes, I swallowed nervously. If she looked like that, she was serious. Deadly serious.
I straightened up grumbling and stroked my tangled blonde hair with my eyebrows drawn together. I wouldn't say anything more; it was probably better for my health. My adoptive mother was - as I said before - a kind-hearted person, but she paid a lot of attention to respect and proper treatment of other people. She didn't like it when people cursed and threw around obscene and cheeky expressions in her presence.
And yes, that's right. Takana Mai was my adoptive mother, not my biological one. Just as her husband Takana Kaito was not my biological father. They had adopted me when I was six years old. Before that, I had lived for three years in a run-down orphanage where I didn't have many friends. In fact, none at all. It had just been crappy and I had been really happy when this nice couple had come one day and of all the kids had wanted me. They had been angels to me then. Angels that God had sent me to help me and get me out of this miserable hole.
Today I could only laugh at my stupid, childish thinking. I had thanked God for helping me. Which fucking God? That giant asshole hadn't given a shit about me. Had left me in this hellhole for three years, as the only toddler among dozens of elders against whom I had not been able to defend myself when they had it in for me again. Even the adults had not cared. Had ignored it, if my small, much too emaciated body had been beaten again green and blue.
Yes, thank you, you oh so great and kind God, for these precious and wonderful years of my life!
I did not even know my parents. It wasn't that they just abandoned me. No, I just couldn't remember them. I had been told that they had died during a house fire and that the fire department had found only me, a small boy completely in tears, in front of the burning house. My parents had not come out.
It was quite possible that this experience had traumatized me so much that I had simply forgotten the entire time before it. At least that's what this goddamn shrink had said to me, to whom my adoptive parents had sent me for the first few years. But they had let it go again after two years, because I had only gotten in a worse mood and hadn't let them talk to me at all.
All I knew about my real parents was that their names were Uzumaki Kushina and Namikaze Minato. I had the same last name as my mother. Uzumaki Naruto. Although I had said that it would be perfectly okay if I took the name of my adoptive parents, after all I had no memory of my physical ones, both Mai and Kaito had vehemently refused. They had said that I couldn't just give up this little part that belonged to my parents. And even though I would never admit it, I was glad that they had made me keep my birth mother's last name. Even though I had no memories of her, it still made me feel close to her and my father.
Overall, I was glad that I had ended up with Mai and Kaito. The two of them had treated me like their own son, and although I wasn't exactly easy, they had always loved me and shown me that. I was infinitely grateful to them that they had given me a life in which I could at least experience some joy and warmth.
Oh God, what kind of emotional moron was I again?
"Uzumaki Naruto!"
I winced in shock at the sharp tone of my mom's voice and returned to the here and now. I hadn't really noticed how I had digressed. I glanced at her and could tell by the look on her face that she was expecting an answer.
"Yes, 'scuse me, Kaa-san. You know I'm not a f-ing morning person." I bit my tongue before I could mouth another "swear word." I didn't want to strain the ropes of her nerves, which were already stretched to breaking point, even more. The only one who would take damage in the process would be me.
My mother gave me another bright smile - how could anyone be in such a good mood at such a time - and tousled my already sticking out hair even more. "Oh, that's all right, Naruto darling. It's no big deal, I know you don't like getting up. But no more cursing, understand?"
I sighed softly and stroked my blond strands again, trying to tame the chaos that had just been created in them a bit. "Understood, Kaa-san."
She beamed even more, tousled me hair again - my work once again completely destroyed - and began to fold up the blanket. A clear sign to me that she wasn't going to leave until I got up. Which was probably smart of her, because if she left again now, it wouldn't even take five minutes and I would be blissfully slumbering in my bed again.
I grumbled annoyed and heaved myself from the mattress down to the floor. Again I shuddered as the cold air brushed against my bare skin and I grumbled angrily to myself. God, how I hated early hours. Who had come up with this crap that school had to start at eight o'clock?
Anyway, we were just bullied in this huge concrete block. They told the students that they would learn something there that would be important for their future lives and blah, blah, blah. I get it. The essentials of life are already learned in elementary school. Nobody needed to know how to differentiate in his goddamn life, unless he wanted to study mathematics. Which was not the case with me.
To make matters worse, after endless discussions with my parents, I attended Senju High, one of the most demanding schools around. It wasn't that I was bad at school. Sure, I wasn't the best, but I was in the balanced midfield and in the subjects I enjoyed, I was even in the upper range of my grades. Nevertheless, school pissed me off. It was a waste of time, that's all it was.
Everyone always came up with the fact that at least you met your friends and could talk to them there. Great, wasn't it possible for these morons to meet with their oh so important friends in the afternoon. If they needed school for something like that, then they could just flush the friendship down the toilet.
I myself didn't have that many friends. Most of them were afraid of me, which I didn't really understand. Sure, I had two different eyes. One was blue, the other red. If I was asked if I wore contacts and I responded that I didn't and the pisser should get lost, any chance of friendship that might have existed before was destroyed. My hair was also pretty wild. It was sticking out in all directions, I had two longer strands running off the back of both sides of my head slightly sticking out. My buddy Sasuke always said they looked like the ears of a fox. A fucking fox! What else?! Furthermore, two longer strands of hair were hanging down wildly right next to my face. My skin was tanned and I had an athletic and muscular physique - although I didn't exercise very much. The thing that probably also led to the deterrence among my classmates, and really everyone else, were the three scars I had on each cheek. They were from the fire in my childhood. At one point a guy from the orphanage had explained to me how exactly they had come about, but I hadn't really cared, so I didn't know now.
I opened my closet - after pushing aside a pile of clothes in front of it - and pulled out a pair of blood-red jeans, a black V-neck T-shirt, boxer shorts and socks. I dumped everything on the wheelchair in front of my desk, then turned to my mother, who was watching me, smiling.
I rolled my eyes. "Kaa-san, could you please leave now? I'm not going to change in front of you!"
Her eyes widened, then she giggled softly. "Oh, my little Naruto, I won't look away from you. Your Kaa-san has seen the male genitalia often enough. But you're in that phase right now. Oh yes, at 17 years old, you're still so beautifully young and --"
"Kaa-san!" I looked at her, annoyed. Besides, I felt slightly nauseous, I really didn't want to know if my mother had seen dick more than once or not. I really didn't care heartily.
She laughed in amusement. "Yeah well, that's okay. I'll get breakfast ready. Hurry up though, Naruto honey, or you'll be late."
"Alright, I get it!" I threw my hands in the air with a groan, then shooed her out of my room.
I leaned against the wooden door for a moment and sighed in relief. God, this woman was always exhausting, but in the morning. She really took the cake. I really loved her and also her cheerful and radiant personality, but it didn't really harmonize with my rather negative view of the world and my grumpy character. Especially not at the crack of dawn!
I quickly stripped off the black tank top and white three-quarter pants I had been wearing to sleep and slipped into my other clothes. When I was done, I grabbed another studded belt, which I quickly pulled through the jeans loops and then fastened. I walked over to my desk and threw everything I needed for today at school into my bag, then headed downstairs.
My mom was already buzzing in the kitchen, making freshly squeezed orange juice. On the table was already my cereal, which I ate every morning. It was quick and delicious.
When I came in, she looked up and beamed again. God, what was wrong with this woman? "Ah, Naruto darling. That was fast." She watched me set my school bag down in the hallway and then plopped down on the bench. "You haven't even washed yet. That's not the way to do it, young man!"
I rolled my eyes with an annoyed groan as I poured milk and cereal into my bowl. "Kaa-san, how many times do I actually have to tell you that I'm going to do this after breakfast?"
That had been a rhetorical question, because I had already determined that it just didn't seem to be getting into my mother's head. She really did ask me that every goddamn morning!
"Ah yes, that's right, I had completely forgotten." She laughed uproariously and then put a glass of orange juice in front of me.
I grumbled my thanks and then shoveled the food into my mouth at lightning speed. Even though I really didn't feel like going to school at all, I felt even less like talking to my hyperactive mother in the morning for longer than necessary. My nerves wouldn't stand for that for long.
I finished in record time, got up silently and hurried to the bathroom. There I brushed my teeth, washed my face, sprayed myself with deodorant and ran back into the hallway. Meanwhile, I combed my hair with my fingers. A brush wouldn't do any good anyway, so I might as well save myself the trouble.
In the hallway, I slipped on my black Chucks, threw my studded black leather jacket over my shoulders, and headed for the door. I gathered my school bag, slung the strap around my shoulder, and opened the door.
My face contorted into a disapproving grimace as the cool morning air hit me. It had just become spring and accordingly it was still cold as shit outside. Especially if one went already at seven outside the house. I would have loved to slam the door and stomp back up to my room to bury myself under my covers, but I could already feel my mother's presence at my back.
She didn't miss the opportunity to wave goodbye to me like a little boy, always waving from the front door until she didn't see me anymore. Really to the Kotzen! After all, I was already 17 and no longer a toddler!
Well, in any case, she always successfully prevented a possible escape attempt by me at the same time.
I turned to her once again and after several seconds of hesitation reluctantly gave her a kiss on the cheek. She didn't let me take that away from her either, and she could really get quite nasty if she didn't get her goodbye kiss. "Bye, Kaa-san. See you later."
She tousled through my hair again-another reason I could save combing it, since she did it all the time-and still beamed happily at me. "See you later, Naruto darling. Take care and have fun at school!"
I snorted and just barely managed to suppress a snide laugh. She really had no idea that school was anything but fun. Although, for my mom, school would probably be fun too. She was a goddamn cheerful person, who really couldn't be in a bad mood about anything at all. So - as already stated - the complete opposite of me. I was pretty much just in a bad mood.
I stepped out onto the street and pulled up the zipper of my leather jacket, shivering. What I really couldn't stand was cold. I hated cold, I downright loathed it. And not a day went by that I didn't wish her a cruel death and an even crueler life in hell afterwards. Could only hope that Dante was wrong and hell was not freezing cold, because otherwise it would be paradise for the cold up here.
I wandered down the street, grumbling to myself, on my way to school. I lived in Konoha and also went to Senju-Hokage High here. Our house was only a fifteen minute walk from the school, but I wasn't the fastest walker. I preferred to take my time and stroll leisurely along. Even the cold couldn't change that. That's why it didn't take me fifteen minutes but rather twenty-five, which is why I had to leave early.
On the first day of school ever at the high school, I had used the time I could still spend in bed to the limit...and had promptly arrived fifteen minutes late. I hadn't really given a shit, but my parents had almost had a heart attack when they had heard that their son had been late for the first day of school.
Since then, my mom always kicked me out of bed extra early so that this couldn't happen again. It really sucked!
"Hey, Naruto!"
At the loud, annoying voice behind me, I looked around and could see my buddy Kiba jogging up to me. Kiba was actually hard to get along with, he was very laid back and easy to talk to, but unfortunately for me, he was just as hyper as my mom. He was loud and always in a good mood, no matter how shitty the situation was. But I guess I had to live with that character flaw.
"Morning, Kiba," I grumbled, looking stubbornly ahead again.
Laughing, the brown-haired guy wrapped an arm around my shoulders and ruffled my hair - yeah, just like my mom. "What's up with you, dude? You're in a bad mood."
I gave him a cynical look. "I'm always in a bad mood, idiot."
Kiba laughed harshly. "Yeah, that's true again, but you're really extra bad in the morning. You should laugh more, I'm sure it suits you, Mr. Grumpy."
"Oh shut the fuck up!", I growled angrily, shaking his arm off my shoulders. I hated it when people always came running along and said something about peace, joy, pancakes and that I should smile. I really didn't feel like smiling when there was absolutely no reason to.
Kiba raised his hands defensively. "I get it. Man, you're in a bad mood again. You should finally get laid!"
I glared angrily at my friend. This was a subject I hated even more than the cold. Yeah, I had never had sex in my fucking life. It wasn't like I hadn't had the opportunity, after all, I had been with Ino until recently. And this woman had really not missed any opportunity to throw herself at me
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God, that I had gotten together with her had probably been the biggest mistake of my stupid life. She was really pretty, had a nice face and a good body, but she was extremely annoying. And a bitch. Well, and a bitch. I didn't want to know how many she'd been in mattress sports with. With us it was also only about sex.
Yes, I was an extremely bad-tempered guy and I was often pretty pissed off at the world and every other crap, but I longed for a committed relationship. I really wanted to have someone where I could just be me without being called stupid because I wasn't sunshine. I wanted to be able to just let myself go and relax. I didn't want to just screw around, I wanted to have more than that. I wanted a real and valuable relationship, with all the emotional shit.
But I had already given up hope of finding something like that in our shitty world.
"Shut up, Kiba. I don't feel like discussing this with you again, so you better leave me alone with this shit." I growled angrily at him and quickened my steps.
My buddy's eyes widened and he stopped in surprise. Finally, I heard him come running after me again. A moment later, he was beside me again and wrapped his arm around my shoulders in a friendly manner. "Sorry, dude. I'd momentarily forgotten how sensitive you are to that sort of thing." I just gave an annoyed growl. "How about you finally try it with Hinata? She's had the hots for you for ages, plus she's cute, pretty, and I'm sure you'll get your emotional shit with her."
I let out a sigh when I heard Kiba say that. The girl with the dark blue hair, exceptionally bright eyes, and incredibly shy disposition, really had a crush on me forever. In my presence, she always turned bright red and couldn't bring an intelligible sentence past her lips. I thought that was pretty sweet of her and it also flattered me. After all, it showed that she liked me, even though I was such a huge asshole - and made no secret of it - and had a pretty wild and untamed look.
"Nah, dude. I like Hinata, she's really alright, but I think I'd be no good for her. She deserves better than me, a complete idiot. Besides, I know for a fact that you're into her."
Kiba took a startled breath and stopped again in horror for a moment, then he came running after me again. His cheeks were glowing and he was glaring angrily at me. "Don't talk shit, Naruto. I...I don't want anything from Hinata. Really, man."
"Alright, and I'm Red Riding Hood," I just grumbled as we both stepped out into the schoolyard, which was already full of students hurrying to get to the school building. Senju-Hokage High was a huge concrete block that many would have called quite pretty, with its bright exterior and modern interior. I, however, thought it was just crappy. For me, it had more in common with a prison, where I had to go every day just to learn some pointless shit that I had forgotten after two weeks anyway.
I walked up the stairs with Kiba and into the auditorium, my friend still stammering wildly that he didn't like Hinata. But he could tell that to Santa, maybe he'd believe him. Although I doubted it. Kiba behaved even more stupidly every time Hinata was around, and when she even spoke to us, his intelligence was completely gone.
He could be glad that he had not yet fatally injured himself, because there had already been enough situations. Once we had talked with her and had then gone down the stairs to the assembly hall, when Kiba thought she had said something else. He had turned around in a flash to ask if she wanted anything else...and almost fell backwards down the stairs, skull first, if Sasuke hadn't been there to catch him.
Yeah, Kiba was just a lovesick jerk around Hinata. Nothing more, nothing less.
Meanwhile, we had finally arrived at our classroom. I went to the last class of the upper school and now had biology in the first lesson together with Kiba and Sasuke. I hated this subject. Our teacher was just a huge ass who loved to let his students ride all the way in. When it came to questions or things to present on the blackboard, he always picked out exactly those who had no idea about anything...and amused himself with their difficulties. As I said, an ass and a sadist at that.
I settled down in my seat in the third row. It was the golden mean, as there were five rows total, so not too far forward, but not too far back either. I sat by the window, which is what I actually did in every class. I wanted as few people next to me as possible and accordingly the edge seat was always mine. And since I also loved to stare out of the window when it got too stupid for me in class, it was the window seat. In bio, Sasuke actually sat next to me, but it seemed that he wouldn't come today.
Dumbass, left me sitting here alone in this infernal house!
The bell rang for the start of class and Kiba, who had noticed that Sasuke probably wasn't coming...and, still stuttering as if he didn't want anything from Hinata, slid one seat in and sat next to me.
Tanaka-sensei entered and let the door fall into the lock behind him with a loud crash. Just about everyone flinched and Kiba almost choked on his tongue in shock. I just rolled my eyes in annoyance at this little show of power from our stupid teacher. This idiot could leave right away, I really didn't want to see his face today.
When he saw that his door-slamming action had probably worked, a sadistic grin spread on his face and I had to suppress a nausea. God, I hated this guy so much. If he ever stood on a skyscraper and considered jumping down, I'd be one of the first to demand a backflip as well.
He set his bag down on the teacher's desk in front and pulled out his folder. Attendance check. Just like kindergarten, my ass!
"Good morning, class." His voice was just disgusting, too. Scratchy and slimy. I shuddered when I heard it and shook myself slightly.
"Good morning, Tanaka-sensei," everyone replied in chorus. Except me, I didn't feel like saying anything. I just wanted to get back into my bed. The only bright spot in my goddamn life.
My bio teacher looked around and then noticed that Sasuke was missing. "Does anyone know where Uchiha-san is?"
Gaara spoke up. "He's not feeling well today. He stayed home."
Gaara was a very quiet guy just like Sasuke, you couldn't really see through him. He and Sasuke were neighbors and good friends. I didn't do that much with Gaara, but I thought he was quite nice. He wasn't a pain in the ass, listened and wasn't so loud and pushy. Almost like Sasuke.
Sasuke was my best buddy. With him I could really do any shit and even if he never whined much himself, he always listened to my whining without complaints. Okay, almost always. If it became too much for him, then he usually just left me without a word, this idiot. But still I didn't want to miss him for anything in the world. With him I could at least switch off a bit and just be me.
"Hm, I was planning on writing a test next time, and I would appreciate it if Uchiha-san would participate, since he was already sick last time." At those words, the entire class groaned, and I too let my head hit the table with a growl. I had known that I should have stayed in bed.
I hated bio tests. Normally I could do the subjects, but Tanaka-sensei always made such fucking difficult tests that you had to be God in person to somehow get it right.
"I'll bring the stuff over to him," Gaara generously offered.
But this asshole of a teacher seemed to have other plans. He turned his face to me and slowly that sadistic grin spread on his lips again. I was not in for a good time.
"Thank you, Sabaku-no-san, but I think it would be better if Uzumaki-san took over. It wouldn't hurt for him to pay half attention at least once, and if he's going to explain everything to Uchiha-san - which I expect him to understand, by the way - he'll have to do it willy-nilly."
I had to suppress a snarl and glared angrily at our teacher. Son of a bitch, go die and die miserably from your shit-eating grin!
Kiba leaned toward me and patted my shoulder sympathetically. "Well, I guess he's got it in for you today, Naruto. My condolences."
"Oh, shut up, asshole," I hissed, angrily unpacking my things.
Sasuke, unfortunately for me, was also a bit of a nerd - no, a big nerd. And I was sure that he wanted to have everything explained to him in detail. That was one of the few qualities I really hated about him. And thanks to this character flaw of his, the school day started really great for me.
***
Kiba had been right and Tanaka-sensei, that asshole, had been on my case the whole lesson. He had really talked to me about every bullshit and I had been able to answer almost nothing.
The rest of the school day was just shitty, too. In math we wrote a test that actually went pretty well for me, but I just loathed tests in general. Old Shizune imagined she had to ask me about some crap in English. That, too, was actually going great, but I also hated quizzes in general.
Ino dug at me like every day since we parted and pressed her brush in my face, which caused me to vomit again. Then Sakura joined in and asked in her annoying screechy voice if I knew anything about "her Sasuke-kun", to which I just replied that she should fuck off and Sasuke certainly wasn't her Sasuke. She had then started calling me names and Ino had then started insulting Sakura and a full-blown catfight had ensued, because of which I now had a wonderful headache.
I hated that day!
When school was finally out, I couldn't even go home, but had to take the bus with Gaara to the bigwig district of Konoha where he and Sasuke lived. Yes, Sasuke's parents were filthy rich. His father was a respected doctor and his mother an extremely well-paid professor at the best university in all of Konoha.
Sasuke also had two older brothers, but I only knew Itachi. He was 23 and a famous architect, who could not save himself from orders. What a miracle, the whole family probably consisted of prodigies, after all, Sasuke was also abnormally good at school and actually in everything else he did.
I had never met his second and oldest brother Madara. As far as I knew he was 27 or 28 years old and lived in America. He probably owned a huge chain of casinos with which he bagged a lot of money. Sasuke seemed to idolize him because he always spoke highly of him, but I couldn't really believe that.
I was rather convinced that this Madara was a conceited Uchiha boy. For I had to concede yet another weakness of Sasuke's, which was probably simply in his genes. He was arrogant, arrogant beyond measure. Sometimes I would just like to ram his skull with the superior grin against the nearest wall. And this Madara was certainly the worst of all. Damn successful, idolized by his little brother and certainly thousands of women and men lay at his feet.
Because, unfortunately, every single Uchiha I had met so far just looked like a marble statue come to life by the famous artists of the Renaissance. Life could be unfair sometimes.
When we arrived at our stop, me and Gaara got out and walked the few yards to his and Sasuke's house. Better said mansion...or maybe even castle, as huge as the cottages were here.
In front of the gate to his home, Gaara stopped and waved goodbye to me. I returned the greeting and then trudged on to Sasuke's home. I stopped in front of the huge iron gate and rolled my eyes once again when I saw the enormous house with the meter-long driveway in front of it. One could really overdo it.
I pressed the bell and when the butler - the butler! - asked who was there, I gave my name and after a few seconds the gate opened. Although one might expect such a filthy rich and conceited family to treat a runaway blond faggot like me with haughtiness and disgust, I was sorry to say that Sasuke's parents were genuinely nice. They were not blinded by their money and welcomed me with open arms every time. To be honest, they weren't arrogant either, that was just their sons. Had they probably done something wrong in their upbringing.
I trudged up the gravel-covered driveway, cursing softly to myself because it was still cold as hell and I could actually be in my room right now if that douchebag Sasuke wasn't playing sick.
I arrived at the front door - rather front gate - and rang the bell. For some time nothing was to be heard, then steps sounded. Shortly after, the door opened, but to my surprise, it was not the butler standing in front of it, but a tall man with long, jet-black hair that fell down his back and covered his right eye, giving him an overall wild appearance. His skin was pale and his visible eye jet black. He had a muscular and athletic body, tucked into a pair of black jeans and a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, allowing me to see his muscular forearms.
I gulped. Shit, this guy looked hot!
A smile appeared on his face and at that sight it finally clicked in my head and I heaved a sigh of relief. Uchiha.
"You want me to guess? Uchiha Madara, right?" My voice clearly showed how bad-tempered I was. I would have loved to turn around and go home. I really didn't feel like meeting this guy now. He was in America all the time and when I came to Sasuke, I had to run into him of all people.
My counterpart raised an eyebrow, then he bent far down to me. Too far. I wanted to back away irritated and annoyed-these guys didn't know privacy either-but his next words-and his voice-froze me in mid-motion.
His voice was a deep purr and brushed rough across my skin, giving me goosebumps. "You're way ahead of me on that one. May I know your name too, cutey?"
I stared at him wide-eyed.
Oh man, my life really sucked!