Rivals Or More? A SasuNaru Story

Chapter 12: Kiss... On The Nose

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Naruto's POV

(Continuation of last part)

I feel so relieved. Seriously.

Not being able to see that 100- ramen- bowls worth smile from Sasuke.

Not being able to touch his actually really attractively shaped and super silky ebony hair.

And not ever hearing a really cutely said thank you from him.

It would be the same as not breathing for me.

I don't know what had come over me, but I had been actually begging to a person who was my rival. Yeah, he was a friend too. But mainly a rival.

So here I was, doing some fun stuff next to him.

Not.

I mean about the stuff. The stuff is more like one of the the most tedious and boring tasks in history. Yeah, yeah, you might think I'm an exaggerating jerk. But what should I do? I am me, and no one can change that.

We are happily wiping the windows, our joy shining brighter that the absolute shine of the window I just cleaned.

Just kidding.

Try wiping these super long as hell glasses. This is a real motivation- breaker task. It shatters your motivation into such tiny pieces, that it would beat the the number of pieces I would have made by breaking the glass out of anger, had I gotten the opportunity. Because wiping this glass is taking forever and I don't know how much more of it I can handle. Man, way to make even a cheerful guy like me gloomy.

So, back to the cute but currently sulking guy next to me. Sasuke's working with a blank face. Well, that's what it might look as to the others. What with him dreaming to become like his 'big bro' Itachi. An Anbu. Being emotionless. He still keeps on going blah blah blah about it. So yeah, he might look expressionless, but I know that he is not liking this anymore than I do.

I know him so well, that I can tell by the signs:

The very slight twitching of his right eyebrow from time to time. He does that whenever he is annoyed. Especially with me. It's like that expression of his is made for me.

The occasional glance in another direction.

The mostly inaudible sighs that you can hear only if you put your concentration to it. And I was concentrating like my life depended on it.

I had learned to read his emotions to be prepared for the time when Sasuke decided to be a Zombie Uchiha. Times like these. Ugh. He was making this task even more lackluster by being like this.

My gaze landed on his hair. The silky tufts shined in the early morning light and had a bluish tint. I hopped down from the ladder I was currently using to clean the windows with a rambunctious whoop and dashed behind Sasuke. Not being able to control the urge anymore, I shove my hands into the heavenly midnight silk, sighing happily when my hands were fully inside his mane.

Sasuke turns around, his eyes narrowed and his cheeks flushed in... I think anger. "Naruto!" He says in that adorable way that only he can pull off. "What do you think you're doing? Get your hands out of my hair!" He cribs.

"No way! I just need it right now to recharge. I'm feeling frustrated," I cry.

"My hair is getting all messy and your hands are dirty from all the cleaning. I just washed it today," he growls.