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Chapter 4: Something's Not Right

Racing up to my room, I fling my backpack against the wall before throwing myself on top of the bed. The springs give an annoyed creak as I adjust myself on the mattress. Staring up at the ceiling, I kick off my sneakers and focus all my attention on that single dark spot on the left. It has always been there, a little mark of impurity on my spectacularly white ceiling. Folding my arms behind my head, I let out a large sigh.

The sprint back home did very little to cease the thoughts slowly eating away at my brain. They continued to float around tauntingly, as if trying to drive me crazy with their persistent flickering.

I frown, biting my lip as I do so.

If I concentrated hard enough, I could still feel Sasuke's lips pressed against mine. Oddly, that little memory of barely fifteen minutes ago made my whole body suddenly ignite. Lifting my fingers to my mouth, I trace the contours of my lips, feeling the soft texture. Images of Sasuke panting atop me immediately rush to the forefront of my mind. Swallowing thickly, I close my eyes, bringing the touch of Sasuke's body against mine back. If I focused hard enough, I could feel his hand tentatively rubbing my thigh…feel his hair tickling my face and his knee pressing against my…

The sound of my cell phone ringing had me automatically sitting up, eyes wide. Looking down at myself, I came to the startling realization that my pants were no longer as loose as they were supposed to be. Panic set in instantaneously as I disbelievingly stared at the tent my erection had created.

With a shaky hand, I reach for my phone and grab it, snapping it open.

"Hello?" I answer weakly.

"Yo, Naruto!" Kiba's voice explodes from the other end, "Dude, I finally got it!"

"Got what?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

"Valley of the Pharaohs!" Kiba yells excitedly, "Are you free now? Because I can come over and we could play it on your Xbox. I can be there in like five minutes!"

The dilemma of my hard on was instantly pushed to the side as I tightened the phone in my grip. That game had just come out and I had been dying to get my hands on it. Ever since Kiba and I had seen it advertised, we both counted down the days to its release. Unfortunately for me, I didn't have enough money to buy it the day it came out. Stupidly, I wasted most of my cash on the date with Sakura.

Cringing, I remember walking into that heavily perfumed store known as Abercrombie and Fitch, sitting on my ass for about thirty minutes while Sakura flitted about the store before gathering all the things she wanted.

I had walked out of that store eighty dollars poorer than I had come in.

"Kiba," I licked my lips, "Get your ass over here as fast as you can. I'll start up the system."

"Alright!"

:::

"Shoot them!" Kiba barked as he thrust his controller forwards, "They're going to kill us!"

I made my avatar grab the sword of Sakhmet and swing it around, chopping off the head of the closest mummy. Green bile exploded on the screen as the bandaged Egyptian zombie fell to the ground, disappearing in a puff of yellow smoke.

"Kiba! On the left!"

Cursing, Kiba nearly dropped the controller as his fingers expertly pushed the buttons to rid himself of the menace. They were surrounding us, and we were running out of life points.

"Damn it, Kiba!" I grit my teeth, "Use the scepter of Ra! I'm going to die here any minute now! The mummies are breathing out acid!"

"Shit!" Kiba hissed as his eyes remained focused on the screen. Within two minutes, our game was over.

Grumbling to myself, I throw the controller to the floor and slap my cheeks.

Level seven was proving to be harder to beat then we originally thought. Sitting up, I scratch my ear before reaching for my phone.

We had already lost three times in that level…it was starting to get annoying. How the hell do you get passed the damned mummies with acid spit? Looking down at my LED screen, I growl.

It's already half past ten.

"Well this sucks," Kiba says beside me as he lies down on the carpeted floor, "Fucking mummies…"

I nod in agreement.

"I wonder if Sasuke has gotten past this level yet."

Almost immediately, I feel my body freeze involuntarily.

"I mean," he continues, "He's good at these kind of things, always figuring out how to get past difficult obstacles. Do you know if he got the game?"

Kiba turns to look at me and frowns. His eyes taking on a look of curiosity as he sits up and stares at me. Swallowing, I divert my gaze to the ceiling, looking for my little black dot of comfort.

"Hey," he says, jostling me slightly, "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing."

"Che," coffee black eyes squint as his lips thin, "Naruto, you're staring at the ceiling."

I blink, "So? What, am I not allowed to stare at my own ceiling?"

Kiba scoffs, "You only stare at it like that when you've got something on your mind that's bothering you."

"Are you watching me?" My mouth drops open, "What are you, some kind of twisted stalker friend?"

He throws me a dirty look and I gulp.

Crap.

Just like a dog grabbing hold of a scent, when Kiba catches wind of something that interests him, he'll pursue it until the other party is so sick and tired of him that they'll give do anything he wants if he'll just leave them alone.

"It's really nothing," I state, licking my lips, hoping that the assurance in my voice will dissuade my nosey companion.

Oh how wrong I was.

Before I even had a chance to get my hands up, Kiba grabbed me by the waist, threw me to the ground and locked my arms and legs together with his own long limbs.

"Spit it out," he growled.

"Bite me."

Again, I should remember that Kiba is a rather animalistic person. Yelping, I twist my shoulder away.

"Don't bite me, you ass!"

"Tell me!"

"There's nothing to tell!"

"Liar," Kiba tightens his hold.

"I'm not lying!" I holler, trying to loosen his grip. Unfortunately for me, Kiba seemed to have arms made of steel.

What did his mother feed him for dinner, steroids?

There is no other logical explanation as to why his damn arms are so fucking huge!

You always lick your lips when you lie," Kiba said stiffly, "Quite an obvious tell if you ask me."

I stop moving about, eyes narrowing into perfect reptilian slits, "So that's how I lose all my poker games…why the hell didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Why would I ever tell you?" Kiba frowned, "I like winning."

"Jerk!"

"Tell me!"

"No!"

"Naruto!" Kiba squeezed tighter, pushing the air out of my lungs, "Tell me!"

"Okay, fine!" I howl, "Just let me go! I can't fucking breathe!"

Kiba's arms automatically go lax around me and I lunge away from him, shooting him a disapproving glare. He shrugs his shoulders at me and folds his arms, all ears.

"I waiting," he smirks.

Grumbling under my breath, I situate myself into a comfortable position, "Just remember, whatever I tell you is to remain a secret between us and will never leave the four corners of this room, got it?"

Kiba nods excitedly, moving closer.

"Right," I sigh, "You know how Sakura and I have been going out for some time now…"

He nods, "A year."

"Yeah," rubbing the back of my neck nervously, I cast my gaze downwards, "I haven't kissed her yet."

"What do you mean?" Kiba's brow furrows in confusion.

"I mean what I said," I slump, "I haven't kissed her."

"I've seen you kiss her."

"On the lips," I hiss.

"Oh."

"Yeah," I bite my lip, "I want it to be the most amazing thing when I do though…so I've been researching…kissing techniques…"

"That's lame."

"Shut up!" I whine, "I'm not a particularly good kisser."

Kiba grins, putting his hands up in defense, "Okay, okay!"

"You've kissed a lot of girls, right?" I ask him.

"I've kissed a few," he wiggles his eyebrows, "And then some."

Rolling my eyes, I grumble, "Don't want to know."

He laughs, "Once at a party, I even kissed a dude. Though to my defense, I was piss ass drunk and the guy was a cross dresser. I didn't even remember it…Shino showed me the pictures later, proof." He shuddered.

"You don't remember?"

He shakes his head, "Kind of glad that I don't. I mean, it's weird."

I never should have said it.

I realize it now, but at the moment it sounded like a good idea. Get some practice in to boot.

"Kiss me."

Kiba's eyes snap towards my face, "What?"

"I said kiss me," I repeated, "I'm curious."

"Are you shitting me?" He furrowed his eyebrows, lips turning down into a frown, "That's gay."

"No it isn't," I say quickly, "It's just an experiment."

"I don't experiment."

More determined, I push forwards, "Why? You not confident in your sexuality?"

"What? No!" Kiba barks, "I'm one hundred percent straight! Fact of life."

"Then you have nothing to worry about," I conclude, folding my arms. "Unless you're chicken."

Kiba's eyes narrow.

Perfect.

"I'm not a chicken."

"Looks like you are to me," I say in a singsong voice, agitating him further.

"I am not!"

"Prove it."

Fine!" He growls, coming closer to me. Eyes dangerous, "But if anyone finds out about this, I'm going to kill you and bury your body where no one will find it."

"Like hell I would tell anyone about this!" I say, "Do I look like I want people thinking I'm gay?"

He stares at me for about a minute then shakes his head. Looking back up at me, he licks his lips, "It's just an experiment."

"Correct."

"Okay."

I see his adam's apple bob as he swallows thickly. Slowly, his face comes closer to mine and I start to feel the warmth of his breath against my lips. I look up into his eyes. They seem determined and…a bit curious as well. With one hand, I reach for his shoulder and close the gap between us. His lips pressing against mine.

I feel the pressure, the wetness. But unlike my kiss with Sasuke, there is no tightening in my stomach. No tingle in my lips. Nothing.

Opening my eyes, I draw away and let my hand fall from its resting place.

Kiba licks his lips as he looks at me, expression unreadable.

"Well?" I ask, "Did you feel anything?"

He shakes his head.

I sigh, "Me neither."

"That's good then," he stands to his feet, "Means we're two completely straight individuals."

"Y-yeah," I nod, standing as well, "Since we didn't feel anything."

"And I think you kiss fine," he says quietly, "Nothing to worry about."

"Ah," I blink, "Thanks…"

"Right," Kiba sticks his hands into his pockets, "Listen, I'm going to head back now. Class tomorrow…"

"Oh!" I slap my forehead, "Crap, I forgot about that."

Kiba chuckles, "No worries." He walks over to the Xbox and removes his game, "I'll see you tomorrow then, okay?"

"Yeah," I nod as we leave my room and go down the stairs. Heading to the front door, I watch as Kiba gets into his car, giving me a short wave before driving off. The red back lights blink at me as he turns the car around.

I remain standing there in the doorway, long after his car has disappeared from view. Confused beyond belief.

Why did I feel something when I kissed Sasuke?

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Chapter 4: Something's Not Right

Racing up to my room, I fling my backpack against the wall before throwing myself on top of the bed. The springs give an annoyed creak as I adjust myself on the mattress. Staring up at the ceiling, I kick off my sneakers and focus all my attention on that single dark spot on the left. It has always been there, a little mark of impurity on my spectacularly white ceiling. Folding my arms behind my head, I let out a large sigh.

The sprint back home did very little to cease the thoughts slowly eating away at my brain. They continued to float around tauntingly, as if trying to drive me crazy with their persistent flickering.

I frown, biting my lip as I do so.

If I concentrated hard enough, I could still feel Sasuke's lips pressed against mine. Oddly, that little memory of barely fifteen minutes ago made my whole body suddenly ignite. Lifting my fingers to my mouth, I trace the contours of my lips, feeling the soft texture. Images of Sasuke panting atop me immediately rush to the forefront of my mind. Swallowing thickly, I close my eyes, bringing the touch of Sasuke's body against mine back. If I focused hard enough, I could feel his hand tentatively rubbing my thigh…feel his hair tickling my face and his knee pressing against my…

The sound of my cell phone ringing had me automatically sitting up, eyes wide. Looking down at myself, I came to the startling realization that my pants were no longer as loose as they were supposed to be. Panic set in instantaneously as I disbelievingly stared at the tent my erection had created.

With a shaky hand, I reach for my phone and grab it, snapping it open.

"Hello?" I answer weakly.

"Yo, Naruto!" Kiba's voice explodes from the other end, "Dude, I finally got it!"

"Got what?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

"Valley of the Pharaohs!" Kiba yells excitedly, "Are you free now? Because I can come over and we could play it on your Xbox. I can be there in like five minutes!"

The dilemma of my hard on was instantly pushed to the side as I tightened the phone in my grip. That game had just come out and I had been dying to get my hands on it. Ever since Kiba and I had seen it advertised, we both counted down the days to its release. Unfortunately for me, I didn't have enough money to buy it the day it came out. Stupidly, I wasted most of my cash on the date with Sakura.

Cringing, I remember walking into that heavily perfumed store known as Abercrombie and Fitch, sitting on my ass for about thirty minutes while Sakura flitted about the store before gathering all the things she wanted.

I had walked out of that store eighty dollars poorer than I had come in.

"Kiba," I licked my lips, "Get your ass over here as fast as you can. I'll start up the system."

"Alright!"

:::

"Shoot them!" Kiba barked as he thrust his controller forwards, "They're going to kill us!"

I made my avatar grab the sword of Sakhmet and swing it around, chopping off the head of the closest mummy. Green bile exploded on the screen as the bandaged Egyptian zombie fell to the ground, disappearing in a puff of yellow smoke.

"Kiba! On the left!"

Cursing, Kiba nearly dropped the controller as his fingers expertly pushed the buttons to rid himself of the menace. They were surrounding us, and we were running out of life points.

"Damn it, Kiba!" I grit my teeth, "Use the scepter of Ra! I'm going to die here any minute now! The mummies are breathing out acid!"

"Shit!" Kiba hissed as his eyes remained focused on the screen. Within two minutes, our game was over.

Grumbling to myself, I throw the controller to the floor and slap my cheeks.

Level seven was proving to be harder to beat then we originally thought. Sitting up, I scratch my ear before reaching for my phone.

We had already lost three times in that level…it was starting to get annoying. How the hell do you get passed the damned mummies with acid spit? Looking down at my LED screen, I growl.

It's already half past ten.

"Well this sucks," Kiba says beside me as he lies down on the carpeted floor, "Fucking mummies…"

I nod in agreement.

"I wonder if Sasuke has gotten past this level yet."

Almost immediately, I feel my body freeze involuntarily.

"I mean," he continues, "He's good at these kind of things, always figuring out how to get past difficult obstacles. Do you know if he got the game?"

Kiba turns to look at me and frowns. His eyes taking on a look of curiosity as he sits up and stares at me. Swallowing, I divert my gaze to the ceiling, looking for my little black dot of comfort.

"Hey," he says, jostling me slightly, "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing."

"Che," coffee black eyes squint as his lips thin, "Naruto, you're staring at the ceiling."

I blink, "So? What, am I not allowed to stare at my own ceiling?"

Kiba scoffs, "You only stare at it like that when you've got something on your mind that's bothering you."

"Are you watching me?" My mouth drops open, "What are you, some kind of twisted stalker friend?"

He throws me a dirty look and I gulp.

Crap.

Just like a dog grabbing hold of a scent, when Kiba catches wind of something that interests him, he'll pursue it until the other party is so sick and tired of him that they'll give do anything he wants if he'll just leave them alone.

"It's really nothing," I state, licking my lips, hoping that the assurance in my voice will dissuade my nosey companion.

Oh how wrong I was.

Before I even had a chance to get my hands up, Kiba grabbed me by the waist, threw me to the ground and locked my arms and legs together with his own long limbs.

"Spit it out," he growled.

"Bite me."

Again, I should remember that Kiba is a rather animalistic person. Yelping, I twist my shoulder away.

"Don't bite me, you ass!"

"Tell me!"

"There's nothing to tell!"

"Liar," Kiba tightens his hold.

"I'm not lying!" I holler, trying to loosen his grip. Unfortunately for me, Kiba seemed to have arms made of steel.

What did his mother feed him for dinner, steroids?

There is no other logical explanation as to why his damn arms are so fucking huge!

You always lick your lips when you lie," Kiba said stiffly, "Quite an obvious tell if you ask me."

I stop moving about, eyes narrowing into perfect reptilian slits, "So that's how I lose all my poker games…why the hell didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Why would I ever tell you?" Kiba frowned, "I like winning."

"Jerk!"

"Tell me!"

"No!"

"Naruto!" Kiba squeezed tighter, pushing the air out of my lungs, "Tell me!"

"Okay, fine!" I howl, "Just let me go! I can't fucking breathe!"

Kiba's arms automatically go lax around me and I lunge away from him, shooting him a disapproving glare. He shrugs his shoulders at me and folds his arms, all ears.

"I waiting," he smirks.

Grumbling under my breath, I situate myself into a comfortable position, "Just remember, whatever I tell you is to remain a secret between us and will never leave the four corners of this room, got it?"

Kiba nods excitedly, moving closer.

"Right," I sigh, "You know how Sakura and I have been going out for some time now…"

He nods, "A year."

"Yeah," rubbing the back of my neck nervously, I cast my gaze downwards, "I haven't kissed her yet."

"What do you mean?" Kiba's brow furrows in confusion.

"I mean what I said," I slump, "I haven't kissed her."

"I've seen you kiss her."

"On the lips," I hiss.

"Oh."

"Yeah," I bite my lip, "I want it to be the most amazing thing when I do though…so I've been researching…kissing techniques…"

"That's lame."

"Shut up!" I whine, "I'm not a particularly good kisser."

Kiba grins, putting his hands up in defense, "Okay, okay!"

"You've kissed a lot of girls, right?" I ask him.

"I've kissed a few," he wiggles his eyebrows, "And then some."

Rolling my eyes, I grumble, "Don't want to know."

He laughs, "Once at a party, I even kissed a dude. Though to my defense, I was piss ass drunk and the guy was a cross dresser. I didn't even remember it…Shino showed me the pictures later, proof." He shuddered.

"You don't remember?"

He shakes his head, "Kind of glad that I don't. I mean, it's weird."

I never should have said it.

I realize it now, but at the moment it sounded like a good idea. Get some practice in to boot.

"Kiss me."

Kiba's eyes snap towards my face, "What?"

"I said kiss me," I repeated, "I'm curious."

"Are you shitting me?" He furrowed his eyebrows, lips turning down into a frown, "That's gay."

"No it isn't," I say quickly, "It's just an experiment."

"I don't experiment."

More determined, I push forwards, "Why? You not confident in your sexuality?"

"What? No!" Kiba barks, "I'm one hundred percent straight! Fact of life."

"Then you have nothing to worry about," I conclude, folding my arms. "Unless you're chicken."

Kiba's eyes narrow.

Perfect.

"I'm not a chicken."

"Looks like you are to me," I say in a singsong voice, agitating him further.

"I am not!"

"Prove it."

Fine!" He growls, coming closer to me. Eyes dangerous, "But if anyone finds out about this, I'm going to kill you and bury your body where no one will find it."

"Like hell I would tell anyone about this!" I say, "Do I look like I want people thinking I'm gay?"

He stares at me for about a minute then shakes his head. Looking back up at me, he licks his lips, "It's just an experiment."

"Correct."

"Okay."

I see his adam's apple bob as he swallows thickly. Slowly, his face comes closer to mine and I start to feel the warmth of his breath against my lips. I look up into his eyes. They seem determined and…a bit curious as well. With one hand, I reach for his shoulder and close the gap between us. His lips pressing against mine.

I feel the pressure, the wetness. But unlike my kiss with Sasuke, there is no tightening in my stomach. No tingle in my lips. Nothing.

Opening my eyes, I draw away and let my hand fall from its resting place.

Kiba licks his lips as he looks at me, expression unreadable.

"Well?" I ask, "Did you feel anything?"

He shakes his head.

I sigh, "Me neither."

"That's good then," he stands to his feet, "Means we're two completely straight individuals."

"Y-yeah," I nod, standing as well, "Since we didn't feel anything."

"And I think you kiss fine," he says quietly, "Nothing to worry about."

"Ah," I blink, "Thanks…"

"Right," Kiba sticks his hands into his pockets, "Listen, I'm going to head back now. Class tomorrow…"

"Oh!" I slap my forehead, "Crap, I forgot about that."

Kiba chuckles, "No worries." He walks over to the Xbox and removes his game, "I'll see you tomorrow then, okay?"

"Yeah," I nod as we leave my room and go down the stairs. Heading to the front door, I watch as Kiba gets into his car, giving me a short wave before driving off. The red back lights blink at me as he turns the car around.

I remain standing there in the doorway, long after his car has disappeared from view. Confused beyond belief.

Why did I feel something when I kissed Sasuke?