I must say I feel ashamed that it took me so long to write a new story. If any of you readers are still there, I hope this is worth the wait. Personally I like this a lot and it is different (to me at least). This time I used an indirect second person POV as well as the passive tense throughout the story. Both Sasuke and Naruto experience a lot in this story and stuff I have never written about before. I am actually quite excited to hear what you think about this! Enlighten me, dear readers.

Please do not flame (I do not find a reason for it so you better not either). I apologize for the possible misspellings and other errors.

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Pairing: Naruto x Sasuke / Sasuke x Naruto

Summary: A promising basketball player and the guitarist of a popular rock band. A decade of magnetism between them, pulling and repulsion. Will there ever be a future without mistakes, which they seem to repeat one after the other? NaruSasu.

Disclaimer: I have no rights over the characters or whatsoever (do not sue me Mr. Kishimoto), I am just loaning them and returning to the rightful owner (Mr. Kishimoto).

Any Better Than This

As of lately I have been thinking of putting into words this thing we have here - meaning our relationship that has lasted for about a decade or so. I have been thinking things a lot and I still cannot understand this weird magnetism that leads us into repulsion and pulling. It is like we miss each other, because we are in a hurry to find one another anew, and either of us does not know how to stay. Well, at least I thought it depicted us both, but you surely were cunning. I was just blindly your bitch, but I cannot say I hated it.

The first time I ever laid my eyes on you was when we were in fifth grade. You had just moved into our neighborhood and transferred into my class. We hardly got any new kids in the middle of the year, but I think our teacher explained that it was a work related moving. I remember that I and my friends were pondering the reasons and we actually made bets, which was stupid, since hey, we live in a small city – someone would always know.

Kiba's mom told him that there was a new dentist in town, and I mentally high-fived, since I was sure it was your mom. My bet was the only one that was correct. I won some money that I used to buy chocolate covered raisins, which I especially liked. Your mom being a dentist was about the only thing we learnt about you, though soon enough we noticed that you played basketball. I and my friends were never really into sports, and we did not hang out with guys who were, so that world was about as unknown to us as the depth of the Baltic Sea at its deepest.

We had to watch the games, which I did not mind, since it just meant that we did not have ordinary school. I think the girls were more into those games, since they got to see the guys playing without shirts. Somehow you did not fit into that, since I do not remember you ever playing without a shirt. Still, the way you played was well above the average and our team seemed like a bunch of losers compared to you.

The teachers were happy to have a student that could actually play, and I so knew they treated you with silk gloves. Not that you needed any treatment, since you did well in school – especially compared to me. I myself was way more interested in music and playing the guitar than learning about algebra or human biology.

I should have paid more attention to the latter, since I was a late bloomer when it came to puberty and girls. It was a slap against my face to see that you were the first ones to get your growth spurt and altogether you started to look like a man compared to my skinny boyhood looks. In sixth grade all the girls were drooling over you, something which made me feel even more inadequate – gladly I took everything back the next year.

I cannot really put my finger on the precise moment we became friends. I think those kinds of things just flee your mind or maybe there is no such a point. It had to be around Christmas in our sixth grade and the fact that the teacher put us to sit next to each other. I being the stupid old I always forgot my math book that I actually had lost at that time, and thus I had to use your book with you. That was probably the first time that we ever had any kind of a conversation and it was still full of grunts and other weird noises, well, mostly because we were still in class.

Somehow you infiltrated my group of friends and I noticed that you were actually a funny and great company altogether. I used to make fun of your passion for basketball, since I really enjoyed your drooling explanations of the amazingness of the sport. Then I would always snort, make an armpit fart and run away from your anger.

Sixth grade seemed to run out too fast, though happily almost the whole class went to the same junior high and weirdly enough we were not separated. We had a nice and socially active class that played well together. There was no bullying or anything like that, well, maybe some, but it was not that serious. I do remember that no one ever bullied you over the fact that you were smart.

Thoughts? Comments? Anyone?