Naruto - a Narnia rewrite? (Naruto fanfic)

Chapter Eightteen- Sasuke

"Ah ah, anything means anything." he said, letting go of me and folding his arms, a smirk on his lips. I was tempted to run away, then. "And I've decided, anyway."

I stared at him, morbid curiosity imploring me to ask, "What?"

"Go on a date with me." my jaw dropped.

"What?!" I exclaimed, and he didn't reply, "You're joking, right?!"

"No, I'm not." Sasuke replied, "And you have to, anyway."

I twitched with astounded annoyance, "Who says I do?!"

"Well, I could always go back to ignoring you..." he said offhandedly, turning away.

I was shocked. The nerve of this guy!! But he had me beat.

I caught his arm, defeated. "Couldn't I just buy you some tomatoes instead..?"

"Nope."

"Fine..." I sighed heavily, and sat back down on the porch decking. "You're evil, y'know?"

He just smirked. "I know."

We just sat there in silence for a while, until I said, awkwardly, "So, when's this, uh.."

"Date?" he offered helpfully, and I scowled at him.

"Yeah, date, gonna be, exactly?" I asked. Sasuke paused.

"Tomorrow evening?" he asked, and I nodded.

"Guess I only have a day to live, then." I said, laying back and folding my hands behind my head. Sasuke looked at me, confused, so I elaborated, "Your fangirls aren't going to like me very much if they see me with you."

"They won't touch you." he said, kind of fiercely, reminding me of why I put him in the top three of my 'Sexy Shinobi' list, back when I was still a normal teenager. That thought made me blush lightly, and I couldn't help but think- would a date with Sasuke be so bad? I mean, he was kind of emo and I was convinced that he had some major perverted tendencies, but he was hot, caring, and genuinely a good guy. Plus, many girls would probably kill to be in my position.

It's funny how a life-changing decision such as that one could be made in an instant.

Silence reigned again, but this time, he broke it. "How did you know about the tomato thing?"

I laughed; it seemed so trivial after what we had talked about before.

"Dude, I know everything about you." I said, sitting up and wiggling my eyebrows suggestively. "Your height, your weight, your shoe size... everything." I paused, and laughed again at his freaked expression, "In the least stalkerish way possible."

Sasuke stared at me, then shrugged and turned away, clearly trying to hide his blush, "At least I know you're not a fangirl."

"Psh, please! I'm no fangirl!" my tone of dismissal changed, and I gave him a creepy grin, "I'm something much, much worse."

I suddenly shivered, and noticed how dark it was getting.

"I should be going home. It's getting late." I said, standing up and straightening my skirt.

"Okay." he replied, watching me get up, then getting up too. He followed me out of his house, and I laughed.

"You know, if you wanted to walk me home you should have just said, rather than tailing me." I pointed out. Sasuke shrugged, eyes on the sky.

When we reached my house, it was intensely awkward. Well, for me, at least.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow, for our..."

"Date?"

I scowled at him and he smirked; he liked teasing me with that word.

"Yeah." I turned, opening the door to the apartment complex, and glancing over my shoulder. "Well... night.."

He nodded, and started walking back to his house. I shut the door behind me, then trounced up the stairs to the flat. I knocked on the door and Jack let me in.

"Well? Did everything go all right?"

"Mmh." I mumbled, heading straight to my room, too tired to say anything more.

I fell on my bed with a thump, exhausted. This had been a very emotionally tiring day.

I closed my eyes, and very soon my consciousness faded.

So this had started as me apologising, and ended as a date with Sasuke, huh..?

Who'd'a thunk it?

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So!! A date with Sasuke!!

Wonder who suspected this? Nyeheheh.

Lol, I'm a liiiiittle hyper on skittles right now.

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