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Chapter 6: Revelations Of An Uchiha

I pride myself on being the type of guy who can get things done. Being an Uchiha, it kind of comes with the family name. So I find it very frustrating when I'm put in a situation where I can't do anything. For example, my current predicament with Naruto.

BZZZZ

The sound of my cell phone vibrating instantly accelerates my heart rate.

It shouldn't do that.

It didn't used to before…

As I quickly glance at the digital screen, I feel a plummeting sensation deep within my gut when I see it's no other than Neji. With an aggravated groan, I flip the phone open and read the text.

Hey,

Ino wants to know if you'll help decorate for the dance.

Don't get mad at me

Your fault for not answering

Cringing I shut the cellular device and let it clatter down onto my wooden desk. Damn Ino and her stupid dance committee.

She had already texted me five times within the hour!

In fact, every one of my friends had…that is, except for one.

Frowning, I try to put thoughts of Naruto aside as I try to finish up my essay on Macbeth that is due by the end of the week. Clearing my throat, I get to work on typing up my opinion on the proverbial theme of 'corrupting power of unchecked ambition'. Something I could honestly care less then shit about.

Seriously, for being such a laid back teacher, Kakashi could sure find excruciating ways to torture us via homework. I doubt he's even going to read any of these, what with the next volume of Icha Icha Paradise coming out next week.

As the essay on my laptop slowly grows from one page to two, I find myself glancing at my phone for the third time since I've started working.

It is silent.

Something quite rare, mind you.

Usually the annoying buzz of metal over wood assaults my ears every five minutes.

Generally it's Naruto. Either asking me to stop by, pick him up, or bugging me to help him out with his homework.

Without thinking too much, I grab my phone and flip it open; curious as to what was the last text we shared, in which Naruto had responded. I soon find myself scrolling down all the way to the end of my inbox to find that the text he had sent me had been deleted.

That really disturbed me, in more ways than one.

It had never happened before in my whole entire life.

I look up and stare at my computer screen, realizing the fact that I had no messages from Naruto.

For some odd reason, I feel a sense of fear well up from somewhere deep within my gut; a gnawing fear that slowly turns itself into panic.

Pushing out of my chair, I quickly get to my feet and begin to pace about my room in an effort to calm down. As I take in a deep breath, I realize something else.

I've done more pacing in these last two weeks than I probably have had in my whole life.

Angry, I grab the first thing my eyes land upon. The spiral notebook I use for English Lit, filled with all my notes on Macbeth. Curling my fingers around the metal spiral, I pull the notebook off my desk and hurl it hard against the wall. Panting, I watch it hit and fall to the floor with a soft thud.

Silence.

I don't like it.

The quiet.

I don't want to think.

Thinking would result in finding a reason for Naruto's sudden change in behavior…to why he's been avoiding me.

Blinking hard I give my head a good shake before stomping back to my seat. As I touch my chair, I realize that my notebook is on the other side of my room and that without it I can't continue writing this blasted essay.

"Fuck."

I don't have time to think about Naruto.

My essay needs finishing.

Turning around, I go and pick up my notebook from its resting place on the floor. Not surprised to find it still in one piece. I wrinkle my nose –hell, not even a single page had been damaged.

I sigh and run a free had through my hair before returning back to my desk. As I pull out my chair and sit, I push all the fear and anger down before flexing my fingers and turning my full concentration on continuing my essay.

Slowly, two pages turn into three…then four. Finally, I reach my conclusion, ending my essay on page five.

Satisfied I lean back in my chair and smirk.

It's some pretty good bullshitting if you ask me.

Quickly my eyes scan through the bouts of text, making sure there isn't any spelling or grammatical errors that could possibly lower my grade on this paper. I catch a few typos and immediately change them. Then reading through it once more, I decide its fine to print. Turning on the printer, I wait as the damn contraption takes its mother fucking time to print five pages. Inwardly I'm fuming. You would think my dad would have replaced this ancient piece of shit with a new digital printer.

Fat chance.

Pigs would fly before dad would throw something that still functions in the garbage and replace it with something new.

God forbid it.

After what felt like an eternity, I hold the finished product in my hand. Now, I suddenly realize in horror, I have nothing holding my thoughts back from travelling towards a certain blue eyed blonde.

Gritting my teeth, I put away my essay before my anger drives me to crinkle the thing in my fists. Pulling out my folder, I stuff it in before shoving the thing back into my backpack. Once that's over with, I grab my phone and collapse on the bed, eyes directed at the white washed ceiling.

Blank.

Unlike my mind.

The phone in my hand remains cold and motionless, reminding me of exactly what's missing.

"Fuck it, Naruto."

What the hell is going on with you?

You usually tell me what's up without me having to ask!

It's a quality to our friendship that I really quite favor.

So what gives? Why won't you come to me?

The only warning I get that someone is entering my room is the squeak of the fine oak door.

"Hey," Itachi sticks his head in, "Dinner. Mom's calling."

Grinding my teeth I throw my phone at the intruding brother of mine, hoping it hits the weasel in the face, "Fuck you, Itachi!"

"Shit!" I hear my cell phone crash against the wooden door.

Inwardly I groan.

I missed the fucker.

Next time…there is always next time.

All within five seconds, Itachi is at my bed, eyes narrowed into reptilian like slits. I glare right back at him, letting him know that if it's a fight he wants, he's surely going to get one from me.

Through our stare down, I feel more than see Itachi's mood shift, which is…peculiar.

His charcoal eyes soften at the edges and the corners of his mouth relax.

…Strange…

"Are you okay?"

I almost choke on my spit.

Almost.

"What?" I answered back bitingly.

Is he sick or something?

Grabbing my jaw, Itachi brings my head forwards and peers deeper into my eyes, something I find quite unnerving.

"Hey," I gritted out, "Get off me."

"You threw your phone at me, little brother."

I growl, "So what?"

Itachi gives me one of those 'cut-the-crap-I-know-something's-up' looks and flicks me hard in the forehead. Hard enough that the sound give off a soft echo. Instantly I grab my forehead and swear.

Something I would definitely not have done if my mother or father were in earshot.

Uchiha's don't curse…where people can hear you, that is.

"I sometimes have a hard time deciphering what is more important to you," Itachi sits on my bed and lifts his left knee importantly, "Clean underwear or your cell phone."

I blink.

What the fuck?

"Itachi," I rub at my forehead, "You seriously have issues. May I suggest an immediate visit to the nearest mental institution?"

"You're not funny." He doesn't even miss a heartbeat. "You've been acting…different the past two weeks…strange."

Throwing him another infamous Uchiha glare, I mutter darkly, "Now you're stalking me?"

"No," the right hand of Satan said, "You just didn't notice when I substituted your toothpaste with mint flavored yogurt."

"YOU WHAT?"

"See?" Itachi smirked, "Something is up with you."

"YOU!" I glare darkly, "YOU are the PROBLEM!"

"I doubt that," Itachi grins, "I've been around you your whole life. If you were allergic to me, we would have seen some sort of outbreak ages ago."

Grinding my teeth, I turn away and decide to stare at my bedside table.

Which turned out to be a very bad idea.

On it sat a single photo, that of me and Naruto in our basketball uniforms after our championship game. Both of us are standing tall in our jerseys, sweaty as pigs mind you, though that didn't stop Naruto from wrapping his smelly arm around my neck and smiling as wide as an idiot.

I frown.

Apparently noticeably because thirty seconds later, Itachi's grinding voice sounds in my head.

"I haven't seen Naruto around here lately. Where is that little ray of dangerous sunshine?"

Silence.

Itachi stares at me, I can feel it. His pressuring gaze pierces right through the back of my head.

"Get out," I said stiffly, "I'll be down in a minute."

"It's Naruto, isn't it."

A statement, I notice. Not a question.

I groan, "Just get out, Itachi!"

"Now that I think about it," Itachi continues, "That's got to be it. You wouldn't be this distraught over anything else…or anyone for that matter."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I growl, turning and facing the long haired demon from hell.

"Oh nothing," Itachi smiles eerily, causing the hairs on my arms to stand on end. "How about you tell me what's up? Maybe I can do something. I do have more life experience then you after all."

Normally, I would never EVER tell Itachi anything.

But I guess this was bugging me more than I thought.

"Naruto's avoiding me," I end up blurting out, much to my dismay.

"Really?" Itachi lifts an ebony brow at that, "What gave you that impression?"

"He ran from me at the first change he got," I responded sourly before looking down at my bedspread, "Then he barely spoke to me…then didn't speak at all…and I have no idea why."

"Hn."

Scowling, I throw Itachi a dirty look. Not quite appreciating the lack of response after spilling my guts…well, as close to spilling my guts as an Uchiha could. You'd think he'd have more to say after all that prodding and poking. "That's it?"

Itachi tilts his head at me questioningly.

"Great," I throw myself on the bed, focusing my gaze on the dull ceiling.

"So the moaning and panting I heard coming from your room had nothing to do with it?"

That statement alone had me jumping to my feet, grabbing Itachi by the front of his shirt and clamping my palm against his mouth.

"What?" I hissed.

My older brother shrugged his shoulders, as if what he'd just said was nothing out of the ordinary. His glance however…now there was something fishy if I've ever seen it.

That glint.

That all knowing look he's throwing at me, and that disturbing smirk…damn it.

With his right hand, Itachi grips my arm effectively and pulls it from his face. Thus removing my palm from his mouth and allowing him to speak.

"I think you know exactly what I'm talking about," he said matter of factly. "Just be glad that I was the one that heard it instead of mother and father."

Instantly I found myself spitting out, "It's not what you think!"
"Oh?" Itachi smirked, "So you two weren't making out on your bed?"

Embarrassment floods my face and I find myself having to turn my face away…damn you, Itachi. "It's not like that. We were just…practicing."

"Practicing?" Itachi stands to his feet and slowly walked towards my desk, "What for? A homoerotica theater play?"

"No!" Finding myself on the defensive for the second time within a span of five minutes, I decide to come clean. All though I felt my pride deflate as I did so. "We were learning how to…k-kiss."

There I said it.

God, I hope Itachi burns in hell for this.

The look I get from the long haired weasel suddenly makes me feel like an idiot.

Why?

I have no fucking clue.

"Sasuke," Itachi leans against the wall, his disbelief evident in the way he keeps shaking his head from side to side, "Did it ever occur to you…to just wing it like the rest of us?"

The silence that follows proves to be a long one.

I stare at Itachi like he's grown another set of horns, while he continues to stare at me in wonderment.

"Wing it?" I finally say, "You mean…like go in blind? With no information? No expectations?" I cross my arms, "Why would I ever do that?"

"Because that's what normal people do."

Oh.

"Tell me, Sasuke," Itachi continues, "Who's brilliant plan was it practice on each other?"

Without hesitation I answer, "Mine."

"Hn."

He doesn't look surprised.

"And…how many of these 'practice sessions' did the two of you have?"

I lick my lips, remembering instantly. "About two."

"I see," Itachi sighs, though that glint was back.

Which is never a good sign…for anyone.

It means he knows something.

Something that I do not.

"I thought you were a fast learner, Sasuke."

Frowning at him, I answer, "I am."

"Then why did you need extra practice?"

Well that stumped me.

Why did I?

Shifting my gaze to the floor, I find myself slowly disappearing into my thoughts.

After the first practice session, I was fairly confident in my ability to kiss. As was evident from the way I felt and the way Naruto looked. There was a glazy quality to his eyes and a flush to his cheeks, which at that time, had my blood pulsing quite hard. I had wanted to kiss him again…but rationalized that as hormones acting up as the result of the sexual stimulus from our previous endeavor.

Then Naruto suggested extra practice and I jumped at it.

…Why did I?

I didn't need the practice. I was confident in myself.

But I wanted more…

Yeah…I had wanted more.

"Why haven't you kiss Karin yet?" Itachi asked, pulling me out of my revelations.

I look up at him, realizing at that particular moment that I never had a desire to do so.

"Do you even want to kiss her, Sasuke?" Itachi pressed. Then pushing himself off the wall, he walked towards me, face as expressionless at the white ceiling over head. "Have you even ever thought about doing anything with her?"

Our eyes lock and I hear my voice shakily replying, "N-no."

Itachi's features suddenly soften as if he'd been expecting that answer from me. He nods his head knowingly. Then smiling, he whispers, "Want to know a little secret, little brother?"

Slowly I nod my head. The movement causes a lock of hair to fall into my eyes, shielding me from that knowing look.

With a soft chuckle, Itachi leans into my ear and whispers, "You're gay."

I freeze.

"You've never had an interest in girls," Itachi continues as he pulls away, "And the only person you've ever cared about and really wanted to be with was Naruto."

I receive another flick to the forehead but for the first time in my life…I feel no pain, just an annoying pulse.

Itachi hadn't meant it to hurt.

Not Good.

"Now he's not with you…something that has never happened before in your whole life," Itachi said, "And the reason it's bothering you so much…is because you love him."

Okay, stop it right there.

"I do not love Naruto!" I look up at him defiantly, daring him to prove otherwise.

Naruto is my best friend!

I'm not in love with my best friend!

I think I would have known it if that were the case!

"How about I prove it." Itachi stated, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Fine," I mutter, "Prove it to me. Prove that this theory of yours is somehow valid."

"Sasuke," Itachi shakes his head, the smirk still remaining a permanent resider on his lips, "Who said this was a theory? This is fact."

"Hn."

I wasn't even going to dignify that with a palpable response.

"When you two were making out," Itachi began smartly, "Did you get a boner?"

Swallowing the suddenly large amount of saliva in my mouth, I stay as silent as the dead, remembering the hard on I received in our little make out session.

As soon as I had realized it, I had pulled away from Naruto as fast as I could. That memory cross faded into another…one where I had been lying in bed one night unable to fall asleep.

Not something that was unusual…though Naruto's face flooded my mind. However, what followed was definitely something completely out of the ordinary.

My eyes flash open as I inhale a large breath of air to try and steady my suddenly palpitating heart. I shift my stance, alarmed by the fact that my soldier had now become semi erect.

When did I close my eyes?

And since when have thoughts of Naruto made my body so sensitive?

"Okay then."

I glance up at Itachi, forgetting for a minute that he was there.

The uncomfortable look on his face had my face flaming hotter than the sun. Immediately I turn my gaze away.

"I'm going to go try and forget this now," Itachi murmured as he turned stiffly towards the door. "Needless to say, I think I won our little argument."

All I could do was gape in silence.

As soon as the door closed behind him, I slithered down the wall and sat on the floor, mind racing a mile a minute.

Wholly fucking shit.

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Chapter 6: Revelations Of An Uchiha

I pride myself on being the type of guy who can get things done. Being an Uchiha, it kind of comes with the family name. So I find it very frustrating when I'm put in a situation where I can't do anything. For example, my current predicament with Naruto.

BZZZZ

The sound of my cell phone vibrating instantly accelerates my heart rate.

It shouldn't do that.

It didn't used to before…

As I quickly glance at the digital screen, I feel a plummeting sensation deep within my gut when I see it's no other than Neji. With an aggravated groan, I flip the phone open and read the text.

Hey,

Ino wants to know if you'll help decorate for the dance.

Don't get mad at me

Your fault for not answering

Cringing I shut the cellular device and let it clatter down onto my wooden desk. Damn Ino and her stupid dance committee.

She had already texted me five times within the hour!

In fact, every one of my friends had…that is, except for one.

Frowning, I try to put thoughts of Naruto aside as I try to finish up my essay on Macbeth that is due by the end of the week. Clearing my throat, I get to work on typing up my opinion on the proverbial theme of 'corrupting power of unchecked ambition'. Something I could honestly care less then shit about.

Seriously, for being such a laid back teacher, Kakashi could sure find excruciating ways to torture us via homework. I doubt he's even going to read any of these, what with the next volume of Icha Icha Paradise coming out next week.

As the essay on my laptop slowly grows from one page to two, I find myself glancing at my phone for the third time since I've started working.

It is silent.

Something quite rare, mind you.

Usually the annoying buzz of metal over wood assaults my ears every five minutes.

Generally it's Naruto. Either asking me to stop by, pick him up, or bugging me to help him out with his homework.

Without thinking too much, I grab my phone and flip it open; curious as to what was the last text we shared, in which Naruto had responded. I soon find myself scrolling down all the way to the end of my inbox to find that the text he had sent me had been deleted.

That really disturbed me, in more ways than one.

It had never happened before in my whole entire life.

I look up and stare at my computer screen, realizing the fact that I had no messages from Naruto.

For some odd reason, I feel a sense of fear well up from somewhere deep within my gut; a gnawing fear that slowly turns itself into panic.

Pushing out of my chair, I quickly get to my feet and begin to pace about my room in an effort to calm down. As I take in a deep breath, I realize something else.

I've done more pacing in these last two weeks than I probably have had in my whole life.

Angry, I grab the first thing my eyes land upon. The spiral notebook I use for English Lit, filled with all my notes on Macbeth. Curling my fingers around the metal spiral, I pull the notebook off my desk and hurl it hard against the wall. Panting, I watch it hit and fall to the floor with a soft thud.

Silence.

I don't like it.

The quiet.

I don't want to think.

Thinking would result in finding a reason for Naruto's sudden change in behavior…to why he's been avoiding me.

Blinking hard I give my head a good shake before stomping back to my seat. As I touch my chair, I realize that my notebook is on the other side of my room and that without it I can't continue writing this blasted essay.

"Fuck."

I don't have time to think about Naruto.

My essay needs finishing.

Turning around, I go and pick up my notebook from its resting place on the floor. Not surprised to find it still in one piece. I wrinkle my nose –hell, not even a single page had been damaged.

I sigh and run a free had through my hair before returning back to my desk. As I pull out my chair and sit, I push all the fear and anger down before flexing my fingers and turning my full concentration on continuing my essay.

Slowly, two pages turn into three…then four. Finally, I reach my conclusion, ending my essay on page five.

Satisfied I lean back in my chair and smirk.

It's some pretty good bullshitting if you ask me.

Quickly my eyes scan through the bouts of text, making sure there isn't any spelling or grammatical errors that could possibly lower my grade on this paper. I catch a few typos and immediately change them. Then reading through it once more, I decide its fine to print. Turning on the printer, I wait as the damn contraption takes its mother fucking time to print five pages. Inwardly I'm fuming. You would think my dad would have replaced this ancient piece of shit with a new digital printer.

Fat chance.

Pigs would fly before dad would throw something that still functions in the garbage and replace it with something new.

God forbid it.

After what felt like an eternity, I hold the finished product in my hand. Now, I suddenly realize in horror, I have nothing holding my thoughts back from travelling towards a certain blue eyed blonde.

Gritting my teeth, I put away my essay before my anger drives me to crinkle the thing in my fists. Pulling out my folder, I stuff it in before shoving the thing back into my backpack. Once that's over with, I grab my phone and collapse on the bed, eyes directed at the white washed ceiling.

Blank.

Unlike my mind.

The phone in my hand remains cold and motionless, reminding me of exactly what's missing.

"Fuck it, Naruto."

What the hell is going on with you?

You usually tell me what's up without me having to ask!

It's a quality to our friendship that I really quite favor.

So what gives? Why won't you come to me?

The only warning I get that someone is entering my room is the squeak of the fine oak door.

"Hey," Itachi sticks his head in, "Dinner. Mom's calling."

Grinding my teeth I throw my phone at the intruding brother of mine, hoping it hits the weasel in the face, "Fuck you, Itachi!"

"Shit!" I hear my cell phone crash against the wooden door.

Inwardly I groan.

I missed the fucker.

Next time…there is always next time.

All within five seconds, Itachi is at my bed, eyes narrowed into reptilian like slits. I glare right back at him, letting him know that if it's a fight he wants, he's surely going to get one from me.

Through our stare down, I feel more than see Itachi's mood shift, which is…peculiar.

His charcoal eyes soften at the edges and the corners of his mouth relax.

…Strange…

"Are you okay?"

I almost choke on my spit.

Almost.

"What?" I answered back bitingly.

Is he sick or something?

Grabbing my jaw, Itachi brings my head forwards and peers deeper into my eyes, something I find quite unnerving.

"Hey," I gritted out, "Get off me."

"You threw your phone at me, little brother."

I growl, "So what?"

Itachi gives me one of those 'cut-the-crap-I-know-something's-up' looks and flicks me hard in the forehead. Hard enough that the sound give off a soft echo. Instantly I grab my forehead and swear.

Something I would definitely not have done if my mother or father were in earshot.

Uchiha's don't curse…where people can hear you, that is.

"I sometimes have a hard time deciphering what is more important to you," Itachi sits on my bed and lifts his left knee importantly, "Clean underwear or your cell phone."

I blink.

What the fuck?

"Itachi," I rub at my forehead, "You seriously have issues. May I suggest an immediate visit to the nearest mental institution?"

"You're not funny." He doesn't even miss a heartbeat. "You've been acting…different the past two weeks…strange."

Throwing him another infamous Uchiha glare, I mutter darkly, "Now you're stalking me?"

"No," the right hand of Satan said, "You just didn't notice when I substituted your toothpaste with mint flavored yogurt."

"YOU WHAT?"

"See?" Itachi smirked, "Something is up with you."

"YOU!" I glare darkly, "YOU are the PROBLEM!"

"I doubt that," Itachi grins, "I've been around you your whole life. If you were allergic to me, we would have seen some sort of outbreak ages ago."

Grinding my teeth, I turn away and decide to stare at my bedside table.

Which turned out to be a very bad idea.

On it sat a single photo, that of me and Naruto in our basketball uniforms after our championship game. Both of us are standing tall in our jerseys, sweaty as pigs mind you, though that didn't stop Naruto from wrapping his smelly arm around my neck and smiling as wide as an idiot.

I frown.

Apparently noticeably because thirty seconds later, Itachi's grinding voice sounds in my head.

"I haven't seen Naruto around here lately. Where is that little ray of dangerous sunshine?"

Silence.

Itachi stares at me, I can feel it. His pressuring gaze pierces right through the back of my head.

"Get out," I said stiffly, "I'll be down in a minute."

"It's Naruto, isn't it."

A statement, I notice. Not a question.

I groan, "Just get out, Itachi!"

"Now that I think about it," Itachi continues, "That's got to be it. You wouldn't be this distraught over anything else…or anyone for that matter."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I growl, turning and facing the long haired demon from hell.

"Oh nothing," Itachi smiles eerily, causing the hairs on my arms to stand on end. "How about you tell me what's up? Maybe I can do something. I do have more life experience then you after all."

Normally, I would never EVER tell Itachi anything.

But I guess this was bugging me more than I thought.

"Naruto's avoiding me," I end up blurting out, much to my dismay.

"Really?" Itachi lifts an ebony brow at that, "What gave you that impression?"

"He ran from me at the first change he got," I responded sourly before looking down at my bedspread, "Then he barely spoke to me…then didn't speak at all…and I have no idea why."

"Hn."

Scowling, I throw Itachi a dirty look. Not quite appreciating the lack of response after spilling my guts…well, as close to spilling my guts as an Uchiha could. You'd think he'd have more to say after all that prodding and poking. "That's it?"

Itachi tilts his head at me questioningly.

"Great," I throw myself on the bed, focusing my gaze on the dull ceiling.

"So the moaning and panting I heard coming from your room had nothing to do with it?"

That statement alone had me jumping to my feet, grabbing Itachi by the front of his shirt and clamping my palm against his mouth.

"What?" I hissed.

My older brother shrugged his shoulders, as if what he'd just said was nothing out of the ordinary. His glance however…now there was something fishy if I've ever seen it.

That glint.

That all knowing look he's throwing at me, and that disturbing smirk…damn it.

With his right hand, Itachi grips my arm effectively and pulls it from his face. Thus removing my palm from his mouth and allowing him to speak.

"I think you know exactly what I'm talking about," he said matter of factly. "Just be glad that I was the one that heard it instead of mother and father."

Instantly I found myself spitting out, "It's not what you think!"
"Oh?" Itachi smirked, "So you two weren't making out on your bed?"

Embarrassment floods my face and I find myself having to turn my face away…damn you, Itachi. "It's not like that. We were just…practicing."

"Practicing?" Itachi stands to his feet and slowly walked towards my desk, "What for? A homoerotica theater play?"

"No!" Finding myself on the defensive for the second time within a span of five minutes, I decide to come clean. All though I felt my pride deflate as I did so. "We were learning how to…k-kiss."

There I said it.

God, I hope Itachi burns in hell for this.

The look I get from the long haired weasel suddenly makes me feel like an idiot.

Why?

I have no fucking clue.

"Sasuke," Itachi leans against the wall, his disbelief evident in the way he keeps shaking his head from side to side, "Did it ever occur to you…to just wing it like the rest of us?"

The silence that follows proves to be a long one.

I stare at Itachi like he's grown another set of horns, while he continues to stare at me in wonderment.

"Wing it?" I finally say, "You mean…like go in blind? With no information? No expectations?" I cross my arms, "Why would I ever do that?"

"Because that's what normal people do."

Oh.

"Tell me, Sasuke," Itachi continues, "Who's brilliant plan was it practice on each other?"

Without hesitation I answer, "Mine."

"Hn."

He doesn't look surprised.

"And…how many of these 'practice sessions' did the two of you have?"

I lick my lips, remembering instantly. "About two."

"I see," Itachi sighs, though that glint was back.

Which is never a good sign…for anyone.

It means he knows something.

Something that I do not.

"I thought you were a fast learner, Sasuke."

Frowning at him, I answer, "I am."

"Then why did you need extra practice?"

Well that stumped me.

Why did I?

Shifting my gaze to the floor, I find myself slowly disappearing into my thoughts.

After the first practice session, I was fairly confident in my ability to kiss. As was evident from the way I felt and the way Naruto looked. There was a glazy quality to his eyes and a flush to his cheeks, which at that time, had my blood pulsing quite hard. I had wanted to kiss him again…but rationalized that as hormones acting up as the result of the sexual stimulus from our previous endeavor.

Then Naruto suggested extra practice and I jumped at it.

…Why did I?

I didn't need the practice. I was confident in myself.

But I wanted more…

Yeah…I had wanted more.

"Why haven't you kiss Karin yet?" Itachi asked, pulling me out of my revelations.

I look up at him, realizing at that particular moment that I never had a desire to do so.

"Do you even want to kiss her, Sasuke?" Itachi pressed. Then pushing himself off the wall, he walked towards me, face as expressionless at the white ceiling over head. "Have you even ever thought about doing anything with her?"

Our eyes lock and I hear my voice shakily replying, "N-no."

Itachi's features suddenly soften as if he'd been expecting that answer from me. He nods his head knowingly. Then smiling, he whispers, "Want to know a little secret, little brother?"

Slowly I nod my head. The movement causes a lock of hair to fall into my eyes, shielding me from that knowing look.

With a soft chuckle, Itachi leans into my ear and whispers, "You're gay."

I freeze.

"You've never had an interest in girls," Itachi continues as he pulls away, "And the only person you've ever cared about and really wanted to be with was Naruto."

I receive another flick to the forehead but for the first time in my life…I feel no pain, just an annoying pulse.

Itachi hadn't meant it to hurt.

Not Good.

"Now he's not with you…something that has never happened before in your whole life," Itachi said, "And the reason it's bothering you so much…is because you love him."

Okay, stop it right there.

"I do not love Naruto!" I look up at him defiantly, daring him to prove otherwise.

Naruto is my best friend!

I'm not in love with my best friend!

I think I would have known it if that were the case!

"How about I prove it." Itachi stated, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Fine," I mutter, "Prove it to me. Prove that this theory of yours is somehow valid."

"Sasuke," Itachi shakes his head, the smirk still remaining a permanent resider on his lips, "Who said this was a theory? This is fact."

"Hn."

I wasn't even going to dignify that with a palpable response.

"When you two were making out," Itachi began smartly, "Did you get a boner?"

Swallowing the suddenly large amount of saliva in my mouth, I stay as silent as the dead, remembering the hard on I received in our little make out session.

As soon as I had realized it, I had pulled away from Naruto as fast as I could. That memory cross faded into another…one where I had been lying in bed one night unable to fall asleep.

Not something that was unusual…though Naruto's face flooded my mind. However, what followed was definitely something completely out of the ordinary.

My eyes flash open as I inhale a large breath of air to try and steady my suddenly palpitating heart. I shift my stance, alarmed by the fact that my soldier had now become semi erect.

When did I close my eyes?

And since when have thoughts of Naruto made my body so sensitive?

"Okay then."

I glance up at Itachi, forgetting for a minute that he was there.

The uncomfortable look on his face had my face flaming hotter than the sun. Immediately I turn my gaze away.

"I'm going to go try and forget this now," Itachi murmured as he turned stiffly towards the door. "Needless to say, I think I won our little argument."

All I could do was gape in silence.

As soon as the door closed behind him, I slithered down the wall and sat on the floor, mind racing a mile a minute.

Wholly fucking shit.