ANNOUNCEMENT: THIS STORY DOES NOT MEAN THAT I HAVE STOPPED WRITING SASUNARU/NARUSASU - THIS WAS A COMMISSION.

For Linda 3

Well, now I offer you something totally different! This is a het story, OMG! Anyways, the side pairing is still our dear SasuNaru, so do not judge this just because the main pairing is something else. Now we will see how many of you actually appreciate my writing and not just SasuNaru/NaruSasu in my stories. If you like my style, prove it ;D

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: Sakura x Itachi, Sasuke x Naruto

Summary: Our poor virgin Itachi; it is not easy to have a gay little brother and a job at a convenience store. Then he meets a weird guy and along comes a lady in pink, who teaches him the secrets of womanhood? SakuIta, SasuNaru, M - SEX.

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).

Another Second Time Around

I sit behind the counter my face plastered with a stiff and fake smile. Welcome to Stan's convenience store, how may I help you…I keep repeating, though I would like to choke these cheap-arse people, who believe they are God-like since they earn more than me and thus treat me like garbage. All because I work here. Hell, it was not my choice, but I have to earn my money somehow. Fucking Stan…

Well, if it is not that weird dude with the insane eye patch again. He always looks so lost in here even though he comes so often. Not that he buys that much anyway. It is rude to follow people too closely so I merely watch him from the corners of my eyes. Pathetic. How fucking long can it take to choose the toilet paper??? Of course he has to almost destroy the shelf before he makes it to my counter. You could say he is a regular and at my counter too…

Haha, I ran out of toilet paper, he laughs sheepishly. Yeah right, you are just hiding the condoms with the package, but I cannot say that out loud. Instead I open my mouth and say to him that dear Sir - that is not toilet paper but a pack of diapers. He looks at me as if I just told him the meaning of life. No kidding, he smiles then and looks at the pack. Do you need them or would you just like to buy the condoms, I ask him pretty loudly.

Shhh, he whispers and looks embarrassed. I cannot control my tongue anymore as I offer him some porn DVDs after the condom comment and secretly I wish I would get fired so I could leave this shithole. Stan, you suck. The man merely laughs awkwardly and leaves without buying anything. I am sure he will not come back.

I was wrong about two things - I did not get fired, because no one cared and he came back to buy that toilet paper, but without the condoms. You are an interesting guy, he smiles at me after buying his royal butt-wipes. Thank you for choosing Stan the man, I smile so radiantly that he has to cover the only visible eye he has. Stan the fucking man. The next day he is back again. I am Kakashi Hatake, I work as a host, he tells me.

Stan the man says thank you, I say to him after he has paid his things. So, are you like Stan or just his biggest fan, he says, his face full of things I cannot read. Would I work here if I owned this place, I ask him and leave it at that. Thank God, there is the nagging old hag behind him who smells like camomile. Now I prefer her although the smell makes me want to puke. Anything but the eye patch man. Thank you Stan.

That Kakashi person is here again, but now only loitering around. Buy something, I growl at him quietly. You cannot get rid of me that easily, he whispers back and begins to pick out small dried plums one by one. He is doing this really slowly and it makes my head tick like a fucking clock. I want to stick those dried son of a bastard plums down his throat, dip him in camomile and then set on fire. Yet, there he is still picking those annoying things - he has been doing that for the past hour now.

I close the counter and go to him. Dear Sir, Stan would not like you to hang out here, I smile again with that stupid smile I have created for situations like this. It was the same thing last summer when the old fart from next door decided he wanted to pick every fucking little bean with chopsticks he had stolen from this Chinese restaurant. I am the deliveryman of Stan's hate although the guy probably does not even remember he owns this place. Anyway, I would like to think that I am his right hand man who punishes people for wanting to pick anything one by one. God created everything in pairs.

Want to go get something to eat, Kakashi asks when the time of closing Stan's little paradise is nearing. I do not eat, I tell him but then he asks about drinking. Do you have a drinking problem, he continues with curiosity in his voice. No, just with the company I am drinking with, and again that radiant smile of mine. I will wait till you get this Eden closed up, he laughs and a few nasty words leave my lips.

So, now we sit in a bar and I so want to poke his only visible eye with a needle. Are you in love with me or are you just curious about my eye, he asks like it would have been the most normal thing to lust after his eye? What the fuck? I do not swing that way, I say and take a sip from my soda. Whoever said anything about a swing, we are not in a playground, he laughs so hard he almost chokes. Oh, why will he not just die…I need a smoke, come with me, he says nonchalantly. Like an obedient dog I follow.

I never caught your name, he says inhaling the smoke. Itachi Uchiha, I reply dryly. Age, he continues. Twenty-two, I answer and feel like I am being interrogated by the police. Great, I am only two years older than you, let us be friends, he smiles and reaches his hand towards me. I look at it like he had leprosy. Do not be so uptight, this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship, he says through the smoke barrier. I am tired. I reach my hand and shake his; this is really fucked up. I merely grunt and then leave; the best way to avoid everything that comes after that kind of shit. Stan says that a customer is always right - I am just doing what I can in a situation like this. His hand was sweaty.

I walk back home, since the last bus has already flashed its middle finger at me and left without goodbyes. It is two o'clock in the morning before I am safely home in the warmness of my house. What took you so long, Sasuke asks. He is awake and shirtless, drinking milk straight from the bottle. That is gross, I grunt at him while I take off my shoes. Naruto is spending the night, he says lazily as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. Well, it is not, since those two are dating. I am going back to sleep, he yawns and walks upstairs.

It took me some time to get used to the idea that my sweet baby brother was one of those people who find comfort in the same sex. He was never really interested in girls, but he could have picked someone more suitable. Naruto is nice, I have nothing against him - but damn he is loud when they do THAT. I do not know any other gay people so of course I -back in the day- wanted to clear out some possible misinterpretations I might have had.

Like, would it not be better to pierce the heavens with a drill instead of getting that drill deep in your arse? For the first time I felt naïve and childish when he laughed at me. That does not matter; what matters is with whom you are and how you feel. Such deep and meaningful words from a fifteen-year-old. The more I thought about it, the more convinced I was that it was not their relationship that bothered me but the absence of such a relationship in my own life.

I am not into guys, but I do think it would not matter if I was really in love - except I have not been, in love and no less in a bed with someone, naked? No. Sad to admit, but my only friend is my left hand and it can comfort me only that much. God, was I ashamed that my little brother was so much more experienced than me in so many ways. They have been together for two years now, Christ and I have not even had my first taste in anything except random groping in the train me being the victim of big hairy hands. Still makes me shiver.

Morning, oh God, I hate mornings. I walk downstairs in my pyjamas and what do I find? Sasuke and Naruto sitting like newlyweds practically feeding each other cereal. I hate it how Sasuke's laughter sounds like bells, when Naruto tells him something stupid and I hate it how Naruto smiles warmly at Sasuke being grumpy. I totally hate happiness, why would anyone deserve it? I want someone to feed me cereal too and get me milk for my coffee that tastes like tar thanks to Naruto's awesome coffee making skills. Sasuke never complains even though the spoon stands on its own in the coffee, which is against all laws of physics.

So, Itachi, did you score last night, Naruto grins like a little kid who has found his father's porn hide. I was drinking with someone, I reply dryly. Oh my God, Sasuke, your brother has totally found someone!!! He almost screams. Sasuke looks at me suspiciously and then returns his gaze back to Naruto. Virgin eyes, he sighs. What, no way, Naruto awes. Do not talk about my sex-life at the breakfast table, I grunt. Or the lack of it, Sasuke retorts lazily.

Was it a girl, was it, Naruto asks enthusiastically. A guy, I reply and take another sip from the ugly mug. Oh my God, are you batting for the same team as us, Naruto practically yells and Sasuke chokes on his orange juice. No and I do not even know how to play baseball, I reply. Sasuke hits his head purposely against the kitchen counter and cries that I am one stupid fuckface. I mean, you like guys too? Naruto continues while patching Sasuke's bleeding forehead. Hell no, I say raising my voice a little too much. Is he prejudiced, Naruto asks Sasuke now, who seemingly wants to cry some more.

I leave the table to change my clothes, because I actually have to go to work. By the way, my friends are coming over tonight and we are heading out, Sasuke tells me when I tie my show laces. You mean those three freaks, I growl at him. Well, sorry for having a social life you do not have and anyways, Naruto has to go to see her aunt, so this works pretty fine, he smiles slightly. Be sure to keep that Suigetsu kid far away from the fish tank, I do not want my neon tetras to die, because he has the urge to feed them a three course meal with side dishes and a dessert…I murmur. Sasuke laughs, but promises to do so. Stan, protect my fish, please?

ANNOUNCEMENT: THIS STORY DOES NOT MEAN THAT I HAVE STOPPED WRITING SASUNARU/NARUSASU - THIS WAS A COMMISSION.

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