When Naruto kisses Sakura, he can't but to think how different it is.

Not different from kissing another girl-, (Because this is his first kiss with a girl, not his first in general though.)

--But a boy.

Though he thinks the one in the classroom, on the table, -An accident-, he tells himself, should not be count, because it was a kiss with a guy, dammit!

He's not supposed to remember it because, Hello? A kiss with a guy? It's supposed to be an unwanted memory that should never be brought up ever again.

And he's not supposed to remember the stupid kiss with Sasuke because he's having his first kiss-kiss with a girl. Sakura no less!

But the more he tries to forget the more it occupies his mind so it's no wonder it is in his mind all the time.

And he remembers.

And it was so much different from this.

His lips weren't gentle nor as soft and plump as hers.

They were thin and tight and warm and his eyes didn't glimmer like hers when he looked at them.

They flared with confusion and suprise and hate because who would have expected to have a total moron on their face when they were calmly ignoring the very same person who they were now kissing.

Naruto, who had his mouth liplocked with Sasuke, couldn't help but hate Sasuke even more as he saw that even from that close, the girlishly pale skin didn't have any blemishes and he couldn't even blackmail Sasuke for being a bad kisser because, for God's sake, it wasn't even a real kiss!

They both had pushed the other off and tried to gag the others taste away. Naruto -the taste of rice and tomatoes and toothpaste- and Sasuke -the taste of miso ramen-.

And both couldn’t help but to think that that was their special (Well, Sasuke doesn’t think much of kisses anyway.) first kiss, and it’s supposed to happen with someone you like. And certainly not one of the same gender who you also hate with all your might.

Naruto quickly spits on the floor because he has something sharp in his mouth and notices he now has a part of his frontal teeth missing.
But he has some satisfaction (Even when the girls and Sakura come and beat him to pulp.) when he sees Sasuke wiping off blood from his, now open, lip.

Everyone thinks they know Sasuke is a womenizer and has bed (More like kissed because they are 12, dammit!) with more women (Or men. Someone might say.) than he can count but Naruto knows better.

Naruto knows Sasuke has never even not-kissed anyone.

Naruto once dragged him away from the bridge leaving a depressed, turned-down Sakura drawing circles in the wood and asked why Sasuke had to be such an asshole ignoring Sakuras pleas for a date. She's so pretty too!

Sasuke had slapped his hand away and told him he didn't have time for relationships or 'stupid dates'.

But Naruto also knows that Sasuke would never let anyone close enough.

Then again, Sakura is not Sasuke and he wasn't too suprised when three years later, after sparring with him Sakura asked Naruto for a date.

Naruto doesn't know how many times he had asked her and how many times she had rejected him for him but had agreed nontheless.

But when Naruto looks down at Sakura, who has never, never looked prettier, and who looks up at him with such an serious face, he can't help but to hope she was taller, her face paler and her hair and eyes were black, and that she was a man. And when Naruto thinks about Sasuke, looking lost, he realizes something.

But he is three hours too late.

And when they stand at her door, it's a beautiful night and he can see the moon looking down at them, there's something that Naruto hopes nothing more that she won't say.

"Let's meet again."

But she says it.

And she smiles.

And he grins.

But not because he wants to.

Because no matter how much he wants to believe she is--

(Wants her to be.)

She is not him.

And somewhy.

He thinks the kiss he had with the boy--

Was so much more important than this one.