All That Glitters ||NaruSasu|| ✔️

A Little Honesty

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It's Thursday and here we are once again: I'm sitting on Sasuke's chest, locking his arms to his side with my knees. He's squirming and I'm whirling punches at him, knowing the girls are gonna hate me for harming his pretty face. "Stop it, Naruto, you stupid brute!" my cousin Karin wails at me like this is all my fault. She kicks me in the back with her stiletto heel and I let out a groan. Yeah, that's definitely gonna bruise.

"Fucking hell, stay out of this!" I shout at her. While I'm yelling, Sasuke manages to wriggle an arm free, using it to punch me in the gut. I fall backwards and he stands up. Angrily, I do the same and we're once again on equal footing. He's in front of me and I'm in front of him. However, before either of us can make another move, Kiba arrives on scene and grabs me under the armpits, dragging me away from Sasuke.

"Dammit, Naruto, you idiot," he mutters. "The principal is going to murder you two."

Sasuke wipes his bloody nose and his eyes narrow at me. "Fucker," he spits.

"Right back atcha," I say, flipping the bird in his direction. When I turn to leave, I pale, noticing Tsunade standing with arms crossed and an explosive expression. "Shit," I mutter under my breath.

"Sasuke! Naruto! My office, now!" she demands.

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I cross my arms, slumping in the seat in front of the principal's desk. Sasuke is seated next to me, looking stoic as ever. What a smug bastard. I just wanna keep punching him, but unfortunately that's the reason we're here in the first place. Across from us, Tsunade rubs her temples. "I swear..." she mutters. "You two need to stop fighting – you're nearly eighteen years old and this has been going on for as long as I've known the two of you... which, may I add, has been since you guys were born."

I roll my eyes, but I know she's right. Tsunade is like the grandmother I never had – or maybe more like a crazy aunt. She hates being reminded of her age, though she looks damn good for an old lady. She's married to my godfather, Jiraiya. He's a writer. My dad named me after the protagonist in one of his books. Fortunately, it wasn't one of the pervy ones!

Me and Sasuke never got along, but the fights only started after we turned twelve. Sasuke used to have the upper hand, but after a series of rather intense growth spurts, I can top him easily... Okay, that came out wrong. I didn't mean top him like that. It's fair game since we're the same height, but Sasuke is slim while I'm broader.

We've known each other since we were born. There are pictures of us together as babies in old photo albums in my living room. There are even some hung on the walls. Why? Because our fathers work together in the same office. Just my luck. Our mothers met at a work event while they were both pregnant – having that in common, they've been best friends ever since. His dad is a bit of a jerk off. I guess that explains where Sasuke gets it. I think our parents wish we would get along, but I can't really see that happening... ever. Not that it matters. Their friendship isn't going to be ruined by the fact that their sons don't get along.

Sasuke's mom is a nurse. I can't begin to explain how many times she's patched me up throughout the years. I'm sure she's done the same for her own sons. My mom, on the other hand, doesn't work. She used to be a secretary, though. I think it's how she met Dad. She quit after they had me. They both agreed I was going to be a handful and didn't want to leave me alone. I don't mind that.

"Naruto," Tsunade continues, staring me dead in the eye, "If this persists, I'll be forced to remove you from the soccer team."

"What?" I gape. "No...!"