This Means War (Naruto): #62 - Ignored instinct
Title: This Means War
Author: scarlet_ivy
Rating: G
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing/s: SasuNaru-ish
Theme: #62 - Ignored instinct.
Genre/s: General
Warning/s: AU, university life
Words: 814
Summary: I should’ve known that the unexplained incidents were no accidents.
Disclaimer: still don’t own anything
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This Means War
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I was woken by my internal alarm clock at 6 A.M. sharp, same like every morning, though it was a Sunday which meant no classes. What was surprising was that the bed on the other side of the room, although messy, was already made. The dobe woke up earlier than me? And on a Sunday, no less? There was something off about that that nudged at me mind, almost as if it was telling me to look closer and unravel this strange mystery. I shook my head to get rid of my curious thoughts. No time to worry about that. I had a date - well, not a date date, but you know what I mean - with Neji in a few hours and I had to get ready. Better be early than late.
I climbed out of bed and walked to my closet, pulling out the outfit I had picked out the previous night. Usually, I changed in the bathroom since the dobe tended to make perverted comments or jabs at my sexuality, but since he wasn’t here this morning, I decided that I would just change in the room and save myself the trouble. I exchanged my dirty boxers, that being the only thing I had been wearing at the time, for another pair and slipped on a white undershirt, navy sweater, and jeans.
Next stop was the bathroom. I grabbed my cell with me as well, remembering that Neji had asked me to call him last night. I somehow managed to brush my teeth with one hand and started to reach for my bottle of hair gel, dialling Neji’s number. My hair had always been unruly, sticking out at the oddest places, especially after bed. I slathered a generous amount of the sticky substance on to my fingers and combed them through my hair while waiting for Neji to pick up.
“Hello?”
“Neji? It’s Sasuke. You wanted me to call?”
Neji said something, but I was distracted as I concentrated on my hair crisis. It was only after a couple of swipes of gel that I realized something was horribly wrong. I looked closely at the gel on my fingers and cursed.
“-Ke? Sasuke? What’s wrong?” Neji’s voice sounded worried over the phone.
“Nothing,” I grumbled. “Sorry, I think I’m going to be a little late. I’ll see you later.” I hung up and cursed again. Someone had replaced my hair gel with glue, and now it was all over my hair. Damn I needed to get this stuff out, it’s starting to harden.
Clothes were gingerly peeled off, folded, and put to one side for later wear as I stepped into the shower. I scrubbed furiously at my hair, trying to wash the glue out of my hair. After five washes of shampoo and three washes of conditioner my hair finally felt clean. I dried myself quickly and put on my clothes. This time, I was careful to check the contents in the new bottle of gel before applying it in my hair.
Finally, after looking at the mirror and feeling satisfied with my appearance, I grabbed my phone and keys off my table and headed out the door. I opened the door and suddenly, a lot of something wet fell from above and drenched my recently dried body.
I should’ve known that the unexplained incidents were no accident. This is what happens when I ignore my instincts.
Water dripped from the ends of my hair, forming small puddles on the hallway floor, as I glared at the upturned bucket and string hanging from the back of the door, willing it to spontaneously combust. Nothing happened, and the couple of people, maybe three or four, out in the dorm hallways - it was ten in the morning on a Sunday, after all - stopped what they were doing to stare at me. Whispers went around as they saw my drenched state. I directed a harsh glare at everyone, daring them to comment. Gazes were averted, and they cowered away.
The door was slammed behind me as my angry footsteps echoed in my empty dorm room. I yanked the dobe’s closet door open, intending to give him a taste of his own medicine, but ended up being toppled down by piles of blankets falling on top of me. I pushed the white duvets away roughly, scrambling over the mess to stare at an empty wardrobe. All that was left was a single post-it note on the back wall.
“Morning teme. I knew a gay bastard like you would try to sabotage my clothes first. Did you like my presents? No need to thank me. - Naruto.” A chibi Naruto was drawn at the corner of the sheet with its tongue sticking out and fingers out in a ‘V’ shape.
I growled angrily and crumpled the piece of yellow paper in my closed fist.
This means war.
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A/N: LOL. Hope you enjoyed!