So I was eating a muffin and…
Title: 02: Muffin (Word provided by![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
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Author: BeccaAmon
Genre: AU
Pairings: Sasuke&Naruto
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply.
AN: Unbeta-ed, Naruto pov
Muffin
He was the quiet guy in our class, Uchiha Sasuke. The smartest one around, but not the most popular. Well, that’s not quite true, he was popular, but I don't think he liked it. He prefered to be alone, he didn’t talk much, and all attempts to talk to him were met with a warning glare or insular silence. I didn't know him, just of him. We went to the same elementary school, and then I transferred to another school in the middle of fifth grade. He was the last person on my mind. Because back then it was the same, I had my own sphere of solitude, and he had his. Funny we never collided spheres and met. Nope, just kept to ourselves. Anyways, when graduation came around and it was time to choose a high school, I picked one, and there he was. His hair was the same black that appeared blue in the sunlight, proud chin turned from the group, and his narrow and silent eyes looking to some distance I couldn’t guess how far.
In highschool, nothing changed. Well, not exactly. I actually had friends, and surprisingly he had some too. I’ve never really thought about it, but now, if I think back, I remember my eyes following him whenever he entered the cafeteria, and then he would find his friends, and they’ll talk around him. He’d talk too, but not much. I’d always thought he was shy or something, but I found out that being quiet didn’t mean being shy.
One day, some idiot decided he couldn’t take it anymore, his girlfriend always making puppy dog eyes at Sasuke. The guy left his seat and headed toward Sasuke, all the while mouthing off and asking anyone who would hear it, what was so good about Sasuke. When he got close enough, he grabbed Sasuke’s shoulder, josling his arm and sending the muffin he had been eating bouncing off the table, and to the floor. The guy didn’t see it coming, we didn’t see it coming. Sasuke turned from his seat, stood up, and planted his fist into the guy’s face. I thought the idiot was going to go flying, but no, he just dropped to the floor, and screamed holding his face. All jaws must have dropped at that moment, and all eyes and ears turned toward him. Sasuke just looked down at the guy, sneered at him, and kicked him out of the way. That day, I discovered that Sasuke wasn’t some shy guy; he was arrogant, strong, and didn’t give a shit. The show being over, I got up to buy something before the lunch lady decided to close shop. Everything else was sold or looked inedible so I made a grab for the last muffin. Wouldn’t you know it, the same time I was aiming for that sucker, Sasuke had been too. Our hands collided, and the muffin must have been scared shitless.
“Hey, sorry,” I had said. I remember it, because it was probably the only time we spoke to each other.
“Whatever,” he shrugged, grabbed the muffin, and left. Bastard.
So, yeah, not a very good memory. But it stayed with me somehow. I still remember that brief warmth his body gave off, standing that close, and I remember his knuckles, red from hitting that guy’s face. And then there was that one rainy day. I had been waiting for the bus and I saw him, standing in the rain, his face to the polluted sky, and looking like he didn’t give a shit about getting sick. There was something about his wet figure that I couldn’t find a word to describe.
Then, graduation day rolled around and he got top scores and I barely graduated. Everyone was taking pictures, signing yearbooks, and giving empty promises of being friends forever and keeping in touch. Sasuke, well, he said his goodbyes to the people that had sat with him all those highschool years, he got dragged into pictures, but there wasn’t anyone there taking pictures of him. No one showered him with praises. He didn’t have a family patting him on the back and saying “good job”. No one. And as he separated from the crowd and walked out of the school gates, I found that word to describe him; he was alone, that’s what he was.
I didn’t see him again after that. I got a summer job, and worked my ass off to earn money and pay my rent. I got into some community college and that was good enough for me. And wouldn’t you know it, I walked into my first class and there he was sitting in a desk like he belonged there. I had thought he would be in some university or finding a cure for cancer or something, but, well whatever right?
So it’s my second term in college and I’m not doing that bad. Sasuke? He’s right there picking at his muffin like it had done something wrong to him. He’s getting up from his seat, collecting his things and I braced myself. It’s now or never. He has his back turned to me and I start walking, fast. A step away, I raise my arms and hug him from behind. I pulled him to me and I heard his gasp, felt it. I buried my face into his hair, and said “Hey.”
I felt his body stiffening, he was collecting his scattered senses, and I let go. I drew back and let him turn fully, and take a good look at who just violated his sphere. I could pratically feel the target circle on my face, but when he saw me, he froze, I think. And losing my nerve, I high-tailed it out of there. Zoom.
I found some isolated park in the campus and laughed the nervousness out of my system, like fucking laughed my lungs out. I don’t know what compelled me to do something idiotic like that. Who the hell hugs a guy out of nowhere? But I had to do it. It was one of those freaky things you couldn’t explain. See? I realized just a week ago that he’s gotten inside me somehow. It was back then, that time with the muffin. Or maybe it was when I left fifth grade, looking back and not knowing what I was looking for or who. Or maybe it had been during first grade, when we had a scuffle at the school yard, because he kicked at my sand fort. I don’t know why or how, but he’s in me deep. Hugging him, I don’t know what it accomplished, and aw shit, I have to see him tomorrow. I laughed some more.
The next day, as I sat wringing my brain over an essay thesis, a muffin planted itself in front of me. I looked up, and Sasuke was smirking down like I was the muffin. He pulled the chair back, the one across from me, and sat down.
“Uhh…” I said intelligently.
“Who the hell hugs a guy from behind? You suicidal?” he asked, arms crossed and eyebrow raised.
“Only before my morning coffee.” I grinned, and he grinned right back…ern, smirked? In a predatory way…aw, shit.
~End
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vayshMuffin
sintariBrief is life but love is long.
empyreal_rainCHILDHOOD FRIENDS
kittychan86comfort
questofdreamscaricature
clayremachiavelli
dani3lrspaghetti
istealboyswings
"I wish I smoked."
"Why?"
"So I would know what to do with my hands..."
kasu0236
Life had always been tough as an orphan, but somehow he had
always managed to get by.
dwessa
"And it hurts my mind to think of
all the stupid things I said;
and if I can change the future,
I would change the past instead"
--Danny Elfman
Title: 02: Muffin (Word provided by
vaysh)Author: BeccaAmon
Genre: AU
Pairings: Sasuke&Naruto
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply.
AN: Unbeta-ed, Naruto pov
Muffin
He was the quiet guy in our class, Uchiha Sasuke. The smartest one around, but not the most popular. Well, that’s not quite true, he was popular, but I don't think he liked it. He prefered to be alone, he didn’t talk much, and all attempts to talk to him were met with a warning glare or insular silence. I didn't know him, just of him. We went to the same elementary school, and then I transferred to another school in the middle of fifth grade. He was the last person on my mind. Because back then it was the same, I had my own sphere of solitude, and he had his. Funny we never collided spheres and met. Nope, just kept to ourselves. Anyways, when graduation came around and it was time to choose a high school, I picked one, and there he was. His hair was the same black that appeared blue in the sunlight, proud chin turned from the group, and his narrow and silent eyes looking to some distance I couldn’t guess how far.
In highschool, nothing changed. Well, not exactly. I actually had friends, and surprisingly he had some too. I’ve never really thought about it, but now, if I think back, I remember my eyes following him whenever he entered the cafeteria, and then he would find his friends, and they’ll talk around him. He’d talk too, but not much. I’d always thought he was shy or something, but I found out that being quiet didn’t mean being shy.
One day, some idiot decided he couldn’t take it anymore, his girlfriend always making puppy dog eyes at Sasuke. The guy left his seat and headed toward Sasuke, all the while mouthing off and asking anyone who would hear it, what was so good about Sasuke. When he got close enough, he grabbed Sasuke’s shoulder, josling his arm and sending the muffin he had been eating bouncing off the table, and to the floor. The guy didn’t see it coming, we didn’t see it coming. Sasuke turned from his seat, stood up, and planted his fist into the guy’s face. I thought the idiot was going to go flying, but no, he just dropped to the floor, and screamed holding his face. All jaws must have dropped at that moment, and all eyes and ears turned toward him. Sasuke just looked down at the guy, sneered at him, and kicked him out of the way. That day, I discovered that Sasuke wasn’t some shy guy; he was arrogant, strong, and didn’t give a shit. The show being over, I got up to buy something before the lunch lady decided to close shop. Everything else was sold or looked inedible so I made a grab for the last muffin. Wouldn’t you know it, the same time I was aiming for that sucker, Sasuke had been too. Our hands collided, and the muffin must have been scared shitless.
“Hey, sorry,” I had said. I remember it, because it was probably the only time we spoke to each other.
“Whatever,” he shrugged, grabbed the muffin, and left. Bastard.
So, yeah, not a very good memory. But it stayed with me somehow. I still remember that brief warmth his body gave off, standing that close, and I remember his knuckles, red from hitting that guy’s face. And then there was that one rainy day. I had been waiting for the bus and I saw him, standing in the rain, his face to the polluted sky, and looking like he didn’t give a shit about getting sick. There was something about his wet figure that I couldn’t find a word to describe.
Then, graduation day rolled around and he got top scores and I barely graduated. Everyone was taking pictures, signing yearbooks, and giving empty promises of being friends forever and keeping in touch. Sasuke, well, he said his goodbyes to the people that had sat with him all those highschool years, he got dragged into pictures, but there wasn’t anyone there taking pictures of him. No one showered him with praises. He didn’t have a family patting him on the back and saying “good job”. No one. And as he separated from the crowd and walked out of the school gates, I found that word to describe him; he was alone, that’s what he was.
I didn’t see him again after that. I got a summer job, and worked my ass off to earn money and pay my rent. I got into some community college and that was good enough for me. And wouldn’t you know it, I walked into my first class and there he was sitting in a desk like he belonged there. I had thought he would be in some university or finding a cure for cancer or something, but, well whatever right?
So it’s my second term in college and I’m not doing that bad. Sasuke? He’s right there picking at his muffin like it had done something wrong to him. He’s getting up from his seat, collecting his things and I braced myself. It’s now or never. He has his back turned to me and I start walking, fast. A step away, I raise my arms and hug him from behind. I pulled him to me and I heard his gasp, felt it. I buried my face into his hair, and said “Hey.”
I felt his body stiffening, he was collecting his scattered senses, and I let go. I drew back and let him turn fully, and take a good look at who just violated his sphere. I could pratically feel the target circle on my face, but when he saw me, he froze, I think. And losing my nerve, I high-tailed it out of there. Zoom.
I found some isolated park in the campus and laughed the nervousness out of my system, like fucking laughed my lungs out. I don’t know what compelled me to do something idiotic like that. Who the hell hugs a guy out of nowhere? But I had to do it. It was one of those freaky things you couldn’t explain. See? I realized just a week ago that he’s gotten inside me somehow. It was back then, that time with the muffin. Or maybe it was when I left fifth grade, looking back and not knowing what I was looking for or who. Or maybe it had been during first grade, when we had a scuffle at the school yard, because he kicked at my sand fort. I don’t know why or how, but he’s in me deep. Hugging him, I don’t know what it accomplished, and aw shit, I have to see him tomorrow. I laughed some more.
The next day, as I sat wringing my brain over an essay thesis, a muffin planted itself in front of me. I looked up, and Sasuke was smirking down like I was the muffin. He pulled the chair back, the one across from me, and sat down.
“Uhh…” I said intelligently.
“Who the hell hugs a guy from behind? You suicidal?” he asked, arms crossed and eyebrow raised.
“Only before my morning coffee.” I grinned, and he grinned right back…ern, smirked? In a predatory way…aw, shit.
~End
**
vayshMuffinsintariBrief is life but love is long. empyreal_rainCHILDHOOD FRIENDSkittychan86comfortquestofdreamscaricatureclayremachiavellidani3lrspaghettiistealboyswings"I wish I smoked."
"Why?"
"So I would know what to do with my hands..."
kasu0236Life had always been tough as an orphan, but somehow he had
always managed to get by.
dwessa"And it hurts my mind to think of
all the stupid things I said;
and if I can change the future,
I would change the past instead"
--Danny Elfman
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