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Effusive	By : RougeFugitive Category: Naruto > General Views: 1038 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Effusive
- 2-Sunshine and Icecream
- 1
- 2
This is future and/or AU. 14 years into the future.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Definition from dictionary.com
~/~/~ POV change
~+~+~+~ Scene change
~`~`~`~ Time skip

Effusive: (adj) 1. Unrestrained or excessive in emotional expression. 2. Profuse; overflowering.

With orange and pinkish hues coloring the sky the sun set over Konoha leaving the day behind. Despite the growing darkness of the sky the citizens of Konoha are still bustling about; some in romantic bliss, some bitter or lonely, and some content. For today is Valentines Day in Konoha and mostly everyone is celebrating; except the young Hokage, who was still busy in his office.

Meanwhile, a returning team, made up of one jonin and three genins, enters the Konoha gates and speaks amongst each other momentarily before parting ways. The team’s leader, the jonin heads wearily to the Hokage tower to give report of the mission.

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As it seems, due to the holiday not many ninja are on guard around the village and the growing night felt relaxing. You feel calm and content to be amongst the thin crowd of Konoha people that evening and grateful to be back from the long mission where your team had to protect and escort an important client to an important place.
Cutting through town you could see that there are mostly teenagers out this evening seeming to be on dates, having group dates or whatever teenagers did on Valentines Day together these days. On the other side of the village, the Valentines Day festival is being held and at the thought you become reminiscent of your very first date at the Valentines Day festival years ago. The gunpowder stench from the fireworks, the sweet taste of the candy apples and the beautiful, sparkly fireworks darting and bursting across the sky are still fresh in your mind. Those memories came along with the awkward first kisses shared on your porch at the end of the night.
It brought a smile to your face to remember it, but it would do no good to approach the Hokage in a nostalgic trance when you’re supposed to be reporting a mission.
You enter the Hokage tower and pick up your pace on the way to the Hokage’s office. As pleasurable as it felt to have a nice stroll through the Hokage Tower and a nicer and longer chat with the Hokage you could only think of going home and sleeping in for the next two days as soon as possible; to hell with Valentines Day and food.
You tiredly reach the top of the last flight of stairs and saunter towards the Hokage’s office. A very familiar bug was slowly crawling off the wall, onto the floor and into a crack between the wall and floor. That’s strange; you didn’t see any Aburame clan members outside on guard… You pause when the Hokage’s office doors swings open and Neji Hyuga strides out.
The Hyuga’s face held no emotions or hints about what the meeting could have been about, which was pretty usual for him. He was probably apart of the other few groups of ninja just returning home today. He returns your greeting with a polite nod at passing in the hallway, and you glance back at him as he exits before knocking on the Hokage’s door. You didn’t know the guy very well and had been on a mission once with him before and since then accepted his cool demeanor as his personality.
At the brief, muffled reply from the Hokage inside of the office, you enter and shut the door quietly behind you. You bow respectfully on entrance and open and retrieve the mission report out of your knapsack.
“Lord Hokage.”

You close your knapsack and patiently wait for the Hokage to acknowledge your presence. He sat at his desk seeming to be in deep thought as he reads over a document and scratches his head underneath his hat.
“Lord Hokage,” you say louder, finally managing to get his attention.
He looks up from the documents, and grins at you before setting aside the documents, and gesturing for you to sit down in the chair in front of his desk. You do so, and hand him the mission report wordlessly.
“Welcome back, how was your mission?” He asks beginning to scan over the report.
“It went well. We were attacked along the way by thieves, but we ran away and delivered the package safely.” You say summarizing the lengthy mission.

He mumbles under his breath lowly while scanning your report, and you barely comprehend, but decide not to question him. He picks up the document he was reading earlier and holds it beside your own, seeming to be comparing them and in deep thought again.

You take the moment to study the Hokage’s face; it was rare to see him so focused on his work. His bright blue eyes, which had deepened with age and past experiences, glanced back and forth between the two papers steadily examining every detail of each. His whisker marks still claimed both sides of his face, deeply-set on his cheeks. He chewed his lip thoughtfully, brows furrowing as he glared down at the two reports. He scratches underneath his hat again, causing it to tilt to the side and a bit of his spiky blond hair to poke out.

You glance down from his face to your report in his hands and down to his desk. His desk was a bit cluttered, with papers lying out of place, an empty ramen cup set off to the side and an Icha Icha Paradise book open and lying cover up on a stack of papers. Off to the side of his desk, you notice a balled up bag of potato chips beside the small, nearly overflowing trash can, which suddenly reminded you of a certain part of your mission.

You look back up to the Hokage as he mutters to himself again, and wearily glance towards the wall to the five framed Hokage’s pictures. For two dead guys the First and Second Hokages were cute… You pause at the Third’s picture.
You had only met the Third once or twice as a kid when you were still in the academy. You were also in the same class at the academy as his grandson, and had actually dated Konohamaru a good while back. That was pretty much all of the interaction you had with the Third and his family. It has been nearly fourteen years since the Third’s death, and only recently had the Fifth retired and given her position to the Sixth; none other than Naruto Uzumaki, the near identical clone of the Fourth.

You look away from the pictures, back at the frowning Hokage and to the side impassively. You shift slightly to get more comfortable in your seat and begin to play with the ends of your hair. It looks like you’re getting split ends, but it’s a bit hard to tell since the room was only lit by candles and the curtains are closed. For the sake of your hair, you decide to go to the drugstore tomorrow and pick up a shampoo and conditioner that worked on moisturizing and preventing split ends; the shampoo and conditioner you were using presently didn’t seem to be taking affect.
You blink, and finally notice the Hokage calling out your name, and you look up at him and smile sheepishly. “Sorry.”
“Stop thinking about me naked already, geez, we’re supposed to be talking about the mission.” He scolds, waving his index finger around at you.
You arch an eyebrow at his reprimand, but nod anyway. “Yes, Lord Hokage.”
“How was the second part of the mission?” He asks a bit more serious now.
“It was just as you expected.” You answer, narrowing your eyes. You pause and begin to tell him about the part of the mission the genin on your team didn’t know about.
“Alright, good investigating,” he praises when you’re finished. “You’re dismissed.”
“Yes, sir,” you stand up and bow respectfully before sitting back down and digging into your knapsack.
Naruto slides open a drawer behind his desk and slides the reports inside, and closes it. He looks inside of the empty ramen cup momentarily and then picks it up and tosses it to the trash can. You grab and pull out a heart-shaped, shiny, hot pink box of chocolates and hand it to Naruto.
“Happy Valentines Day, Naruto.” You smile as he takes the heart-shaped box.
“Oh yeah, it is Valentines Day, isn’t it?” He remembers, looking surprised and grins. “Thanks, I’ll just put this in with other big pile of Valentines Day gifts I got today.”
You frown and reach out to snatch the box back, “well then, if you already have so many gifts, then you don’t need mine.”
He quickly holds the box out of your reach, “no!”

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes and reach back into your knapsack, pull out a bag of potato chips and hand it to him. “Pork ramen flavored potato chips straight from the Land of the Waves.”
He gasps, grabs and sniffs the potato chip bag longingly, “how I missed you!”
“I missed you, too.” You mutter sarcastically and close your knapsack.
Naruto stashes the bag of potato chips in his robes, removes the Hokage hat, gets up, and moves around his desk to you quickly. Just as you stand up, you get pushed and pinned against the Hokage’s desk with Naruto at your back burying his face into your neck from behind.
“You don’t have to be jealous, I missed you, too.” He murmurs against your neck and wraps his arms around your middle and pulls you against him.
“I’m not jealous of a bag of potato chips.” You reply and fidget in his hold.

He kisses over the nape of your neck, holding you closer and slowly pressing you forward to bend over his desk. You blush lightly, and attempt to pull away from his embrace.
“Naruto, get off me. I’m tired and I just came back from a mission.”
“Come on, ____, you weren’t tired from the last mission.” He says and nibbles on your earlobe.
“That was different, the last mission was shorter and there wasn’t anything extra. Stop it.” You say and grab his hand before it could slip into your clothes.
“Fine, fine,” he stops and loosens his hold on you enough so you could stand properly.
You feel slightly disappointed that he isn’t pursuing it any further and decide that you just aren’t as tired anymore. “And you know I don’t feel comfortable with them watching.” You say, gesturing to the five Hokage pictures hanging on the wall. All five Hokages seemed to be staring at the both of you, and in the dark it seemed as if the Fourth’s somber stare had turned into a leer.

Moments later, with the five Hokage pictures turned face down, you find yourself sitting on top of the Hokage’s desk kissing Naruto ardently. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down closer to you and deepening the kiss. He breaks the kiss and hastily shoves half of the papers off of his desk to the floor and you scoot farther back, and lay back on his desk pulling him on top of you. He climbs on top of his desk over you, and attacks your neck with kisses and bites and wastes no time as he begins to tug at your clothes.
You panting lightly, and tilt your head to the side allowing him more access to your neck. Digging your fingers into his thick, blond mane you glance sideways and quickly do a double take at what you see. A bug, very much identical to the Aburame clan bugs, crawls out from under Naruto’s Icha Icha Paradise book and onto the desk. You pale, and shake Naruto’s head to get his attention.
“You’re the Hokage, how could you not notice that?!” You whisper loudly as if you just found out you were being spied on.
“What?” He looks up and notices the destruction bug crawling over his desk with slight surprise. “A destruction bug.”
“Yeah, I can’t believe neither of us noticed it until now.” You mutter, frowning at the bug. Especially since there was a genin from the Aburame clan on your team, speaking of which. “Shinako, the Aburame girl on team, she must have planted it on me during the mission and never took it off.” You say, thinking of the small, quiet ten-year-old who liked to play with her bugs.
“Nevertheless,” Naruto mutters and snatches the bug out of the air once it takes flight. “It’s kinda creepy.”

He walks to the window and carefully lets the bug fly out. The bug doesn’t fly far and only flies back to crawl over the outside of the window. Naruto suspiciously peeks out the window before closing the curtains.

“I’m sure she meant no harm.” You say sliding off his desk and fixing your clothes. Shinako was a bit quiet sometimes, but her intelligence and determination made up for it. There was no reason to think that Shinako would want to harm her dear teacher.
He shrugs and glances at his desk, “so you wanna…?”
“No, I’m going to go home and go to bed.” You reply and pick up your fallen knapsack.
“Alright,” he sighs.
You smile, kiss him gently and walk to the door. “See you at home.”
He waves as you walk out and turns and pulls the bag of potato chips out of his bag. “Stupid bug.”

~+~+~+~

On the other side of town the Valentine’s Day festival is still going on strong. Candy apples, popcorn and cotton candy are being devoured like cake at a birthday party. Balls are being thrown at glass bottles, mallets are being slammed on scales and kisses are being sold at the kissing booth. The dunking booth and the wet shirt contest had somehow become interrelated and the most of the women made note to stay away from the dunking booth.

In the heart of the festival many people gather and wait eagerly. It was heard that the new Hokage would make speech during the Valentine’s Day festival, but he wouldn’t be present that day. In the center of the crowd, a small swarm of bugs fly down and land on their owner’s hand. It was also heard that the Aburame genius had developed a new way to use his bugs and decided to test it out now. A single bug flutters from his hand to a short distant into the sky and the Aburame genius mutters under his breath.
At first quiet muttering is heard, but not from the crowd below; somehow it was being projected from the bug.
“Naruto, get off me. I’m tired and I just came back from a mission.”
“Come on, ____, you weren’t tired from the last mission.”

The astonished crowd below gawks at the bug. Not only was the bug somehow projecting sound other than the regular buzzing, but this was not the sort of speech they were waiting for…
A sigh is heard. “That was different, the last mission was shorter and there wasn’t anything extra. Stop it.”
“Fine, fine.”
A pause and then, “And you know I don’t feel comfortable with them watching.” Several moments later soft panting is heard.

Shino takes that moment to quiet and call his sound-projecting bug back to him. The shocked crowd stays silent for a good minute or two, before a howling laughter suddenly explodes from near back of the crowd.

~`~`~`~

That afternoon, the next day you went to the drugstore as planned to get more shampoo and conditioner. You had slept in for breakfast, and nearly for lunch, too, if you hadn’t remembered that you would have to go out and train your team today. And it wasn’t as if you scheduled it today, they, the genin on your team, requested that they train today and complained that you didn’t do enough to train them. The little Hyuga girl had the nerve to complain that you spaced out and played in your hair too much. As if you’re a narcissist or something!

Naruto had slept in too, and is still sleeping… Today was one of his rare days off, since it was Valentine’s Day festival week, of course. It seemed the only reason he pushed making Valentine’s Day a real holiday and a whole week long was just so that he could have an off day himself, one day out of the whole week. It was a ruse disguised as a plan to raise ninja spirits, especially for the ninja women.

In the hair care isle of the drug store you scan each bottle carefully and pick the shampoo and conditioner that most suits your hair. You pause at the men’s hair care section and decidedly pick up Naruto a few bottles. There had to be something here they could help his problems.

You carry the hair products to the cashier and you smile when the teenage boy blinks at you and blushes hotly as if coming out of a daze and puts your shampoos in a bag. You pay the boy and take your bag.
“C-c-come again!” The boy stammers as you exit the store.

Ah, to be young and hormonal again… Though you’re only twenty-three years old, which in you’re opinion wasn’t that old and you were still a bit hormonal, too.

You open and sniff the bottle of shampoo you bought for Naruto and sigh at the refreshing, energizing citrus scent. As you walked through the village it didn’t go unnoticed to you that you were getting stares, and wasn’t the regular ‘damn, she’s gorgeous/hot/drop-dead sexy’ stares you expected from men, but women were staring, too, and whispering. About what, you had no idea. Maybe it was another rumor, and maybe you’d been spotted at a pub or a strip club. In a few hours, or a few days it would all be forgotten eventually.

~`~`~`~

You sigh, and rub the sweat from your brow. The extra training the genin requested was over, and between bouts of genjutsu, taijutsu and bugs, they had managed to make you break into a sweat. Though it wasn’t the focus of the training you were still proud of your team; they were steadily improving everyday. Especially the Hyuga girl, her taijutsu attacks were getting more and more vicious everyday. You were never a talented taijutsu user, and compared to the rest of the team it wouldn’t be long before you would have to stop sparring with her on a basic level.

Frowning, you pick up your bag of shampoos you stashed carefully in a bush. You turn, about to poof away, but pause seeing the small, bug user in front of you. You smile nervously, hoping the Aburame girl didn’t want to train for an extra hour or two.
“Shinako, training is over you can go home.”
She nods, and begins to turn away, but stops facing you partly. “___-sensei, I know what you did last night. With the Hokage.”
You stare at the girl surprised, so it was her bug.
She casually summons a bug from her sleeve, and murmurs a few words underneath her breath you fail to catch. The bug flies over your head and begins to speak, but only it was your voice and not a shrill buzz.
“Naruto, get off me. I’m tired and I just came back from a mission.”
“Come on, ____, you weren’t tired from the last mission.”
A sigh is heard. “That was different, the last mission was shorter and there wasn’t anything extra. Stop it.”
Paling, you stare up at the bug speechlessly. “Oh my…”
“Fine, fine.”
A pause and then, “And you know I don’t feel comfortable with them watching.” Several moments later soft panting is heard.
She recalls the bug and gazes at you impassively. “Yes. And Sensei, there’s a few things I would like you to do for me.”
“Are you blackmailing me, Shinako?” You ask the normally sweet and quiet girl incredulously.
“It’s whatever you want to call it, but if you want to keep this information quiet you will do as I ask.”
Recovering from the shock of your night being recorded, and your prized little genin blackmailing you, you nod slowly. “Alright, what do you want?”

~`~`~`~

You unlock your door, enter your apartment and kick off your shoes a bit agitated. Damned little brats, first, one calls you a narcissist and now the “innocent and quiet” one tries to blackmail you.

Shinako’s plan hadn’t gone the way she desired. After making you swear that you would do as she asked and telling you what she wanted, which weren’t too bad, especially for blackmail, you gave her a lesson that you hadn’t taught to the other two genin on your team. Lesson forty-five: Do not bully/harass/blackmail Sensei. She didn’t know the rule beforehand, so you were easy on her. However, if such a thing would happen again she wouldn’t be just limping home next time.

Frowning, you set your bag of shampoos on the coffee table and sit down on the couch. There was only one genin on your team that you could still call “nice and sweet,” who was the Kurama boy, of the Kurama clan. You could only hope that there was no sudden evil he would whip out of his pocket and attempt to slaughter you with, unlike the Hyuga girl and Shinako.

Speaking of Shinako’s pocket of evil, it wasn’t as if you were having a secret affair with the Hokage. Though, it may seem to be sort of a secret, it’s much more private than to be called a secret. It wasn’t a secret among friends and it was more than an affair. If the ten-year-old had the balls to destroy the privacy of her own Sensei, then so be it. You weren’t ashamed or afraid for loving Naruto. However, the Aburame girl would have to know that she will learn Lesson forty-five everyday until she’s not on your team anymore.

Naruto walks out from the kitchen, yawning and scratching his belly holding a bowl of cereal. His hair is even messier than it normally is and he’s only wearing his boxers and a t-shirt. He sits down beside you on the couch and takes note of your expression.
“What’s wrong with you?” He asks, munching on his cereal.
You sigh and shake your head, “nothing.”
He sets his bowl of cereal down on the table warily. “Are you sure?”
Comically bursting into tears, you fall into his waiting arms. “How do you know me so well?!”
He sighs, and pats your back, “it comes with the territory.” He wasn’t as surprised as the first time you fell into his arms sobbing.
“Shinako hates me!” You sob, and once calmed down you tell him of the Aburame girl’s blackmail.
“It’s always the quiet ones.” He says not at all shocked by the girl’s blackmail.
“Shut up, loudmouth.” You snap in defense of your beloved student.
“Hey!”
“Sorry,” you say and snuggle into his chest. “It’s just that I didn’t expect this from Shinako.”
He shifts his arms around you to pick his bowl of cereal back up and notices your bag of shampoos. “What’s in the bag?”
“Oh!” You sit up and grab the bag. Naruto quickly shifts his bowl of cereal in his hands to prevent it from spilling at your sudden move. “I bought you new shampoo.”
“Come on, I want to use this now!” You say, taking the bag and pulling him to the bathroom with you.
“Hey! Wait a minute! My cereal!” He cries not having much luck saving his cereal from spilling.

~`~`~`~

Sakura was pissed. She was at the festival last night and she heard the Hokage’s “speech.” Despite, the new Hokage’s stupidity and carelessness, and the idiots cackling about it afterwards, she decided not to let it ruin her fun, romantic night with Lee. But, today the romantic night was over and she’d be damned if she let the new Hokage slide. So with Shino, by force, at her side she went looking for the Hokage. He wasn’t at the Hokage Tower or his own apartment, so there was only one other place he could be on his off day…
Sakura knocks none too gently on your apartment and glances behind her shoulder to make sure Shino hadn’t escaped.
Laughing, you quickly exit the bathroom and close your robe securely. You gently rub your damp hair with a towel with one hand and unlock and open your door with the other.
“Hi Ms. Sakura, Mr. Shino,” you smile brightly. “I hope you didn’t wait long, I was in the shower, sorry. What can I do for you?”
“We want to speak to Naruto.” Sakura says, looking around you and inside your apartment suspiciously. Her agitation seems to get the better of her civility, though Shino nods in greeting.
You arch a brow at the older woman, and remove the towel from your head. “And you think he’s here? I haven’t seen him since yesterday.”
“You mean since this,” Sakura says and looks at Shino. Shino nods and a single bug flies from his finger and above Sakura’s head. You had the feeling you knew what was going to happen next…
“Naruto, get off me. I’m tired and I just came back from a mission.”
“Come on, ____, you weren’t tired-“
“Alright! I don’t want to hear anymore!” You interrupt and Shino calls back the bug. “How did you get that? Did Shinako tell you?”
Sakura frowns and tells you exactly what happened last night, which included her romantic date with Lee, the Hokage’s speech, Shino’s the amazing bug recorder, and the retards laughing in the back. You feel much more than a little embarrassed at the fact that probably more than half of the village heard you telling Naruto to get off of you because you were tired. So that was probably what all the stares earlier that afternoon were about, and here you thought it was just about your reputation.
“Naruto! Get your ass out here right now! I know you’re in there!” Sakura yells irritably. Naruto was still probably hiding in the bathroom.
“Ms. Sakura, I know you must be mad, but please don’t yell. There’s a resident who has newborns in the building, they only sleep during the day and she’d be very sad if they were woken up by your loud, booming, unpleasant voice.” You smile politely. “Please come in, but remember to remove your shoes on the way in.”
She glares at you, and holds Shino back as he begins to walk inside. “No thank you, we’d rather wait out here.”
“Ok, I’ll tell Naruto you’re waiting for him as soon as he puts on some pants.” You close the door and glare at it momentarily before walking back to the bathroom. Outside Sakura huffs, how dare you insult her?
You two didn’t know each other very well and never spoke to each other often. This was most likely the longest conversation you have ever had with each other. You knew her as the strong-willed young female ninja that Naruto used to have a crush on and she knew you as the female ninja who had been branded by your peers as a slut.
Your reputation was as a young woman who had skipped from bed to bed every night, which as a majority was false. You had only ever “skipped” from one or two or perhaps three beds and afterwards you had for some reason been deemed as a slut who’s slept with every guy you’ve ever dated. Sakura was most likely believing the same thing was happening between Naruto and you right now.
A few minutes later, Naruto steps out the apartment fully clothed, though hair still a bit damp. He grins at Sakura sheepishly, and rubs his fingers through his wet hair.
“Sorry.”
“It’s about time.” Sakura complain and glares at the blond.
“I was busy.” Naruto defends, and rubs over his dripping hair with a towel. “And besides, it’s my day off. Why didn’t you guys come inside?”
“That bitch you’re sleeping with…” The inner, dark Sakura grumbles, but no one hears that Sakura. The outer, happier Sakura replies instead. “We’d rather stay outside.”
Naruto blinks, “oh, and Shino?”
“Shino’s here to tell you about your speech at the festival, go ahead Shino.” Sakura answers and nods to Shino.
The bug genius sighs and once again summons his amazing voice-recording bug, which replays the short conversation just as it had the previous night. Naruto stares at it in shock and Sakura whacks him upside the head.
“Shino says he came to your office and told you about his bugs and you agreed! You have no excuse!”
Naruto rubs his bruised head, thinking back on the following day and retracing his steps. Last night, he left the Tower, almost had sex in his office, and discussed a mission with two jonin. In the afternoon, he finished a ton of paperwork, and had an early lunch time and forced a shadow clone to finish doing the paperwork for the remaining time. He could trace all the way back to breakfast, but he was sure he’d remember if Shino came to his breakfast table in the morning talking about his bugs, though it had gotten a bit blurry after almost having sex in his office. The only way that Shino could have talked to him in his office yesterday was with the shadow clone…
“I forgot, sorry Shino.” Naruto says guiltily. It was better to admit that he forgot, than that he wasn’t there at all.
Shino nods accepting his apology. No harm done to himself anyway.
“Now that that’s over with…”
“It’s not over yet.” Sakura wasn’t ready to let Naruto go just yet.

~`~`~`~

After the pink haired medic nin had chewed Naruto out, she and the Aburame genius had finally left. The Hokage was hereby banned from any sexual activities in his office, scolded for being forgetful, and scolded him for not noticing that he was being spied on. After all, it could have been an enemy and if it was, the village would have been in danger because of it. To which, Naruto questioned how that conversation could put anyone in danger, and no less interest an enemy unless said enemy happened to be a voyeur, and earned himself another bruise upside the head.

Inside of your apartment, you sit on the couch brushing your hair softly. It had already dried completely during the length of time Sakura had spent scolding Naruto. Once Naruto reenters the apartment you lure him to you with a fresh, hot cup of ramen. As he munches on his ramen, you patiently try to brush out his tangles.
“Naruto, isn’t the festival going to be tonight, too?” Happily slurping up his ramen, he nods in affirmation. It was a good thing you made more than one cup because his hair just wasn’t so easy to tame today. “Lets go, as a couple, since we’re not much of a secret anymore. And you did say you wanted to do something special for Valentine’s Day.”
Again, Naruto nods carelessly and moves onto his second cup of ramen. The privacy and sneaking around were your idea anyway. This was the same for whatever he agreed to during or right after sex.
“Yay! I’ll go you a clean shirt. Oh! You can wear the one I bought you a few months ago!” You say, and go to your bedroom cheerfully. “And try to brush your hair!”

~`~`~`~

That night, the stars winked down on the lively Valentine’s Day festival until the early hours of the morning. Tonight was the last night of the festival and at the dawn of the new sun the romantic/spirit week in Konoha would end for all the romance and fun happy women. Fortunately, all the underage youngsters at the festival would have to eventually leave because of their bedtime and at that point all the romance and fun can really begin for the adults.
However unfortunate or fortunate it may be, presently, the night is still young and it wasn’t bedtime yet.
In the crowd of adolescent and adult festival goers, you and Naruto had parted ways after you spotted one of your favorite students, Shinako in the crowd. Naruto met up with Shikamaru, Kiba and Choji and found a grill that’s surprisingly serving booze while the underage youngsters are still awake.
After thoroughly stuffing his face with barbeque, Kiba passes Akamaru his plate. The nin dog, of course had his own plate of barbeque, but he liked to chew on the bones, too. Kiba sniffs the air, there was a pleasant citrus scent in the air for the whole time he’s been at the grill and there wasn’t any citrus grilled meat on there menu. It almost smelled like shampoo…
“Dude, stop scenting my hair!” Naruto complains, and bats Kiba’s face away from him.
“You’re using women’s shampoo!” Kiba accuses, laughing.
“I am not, its guy’s shampoo. And why the hell are you sniffing my hair?!” Naruto was already creeped out that Kiba was sniffing his hair, but was becoming pissed off that he was accusing him of using women’s shampoo.
“Why the hell are you using girly, sweet-smelling shampoo?!”
“I didn’t have a choice! ___ bought it for me.” Naruto admits looking down into his empty plate conflicted.
Shikamaru tsks, “that’s how it all starts.”
Naruto looks up at Shikamaru bemusedly. “What do you mean?”
“That’s a nice shirt. Who bought it for you?” Shikamaru asks, seeming to have it all figured out already, but willing to break it down for his slower friend.
“___.” Naruto glances down at his shirt and grins.
“You’re whipped.”
Naruto takes a few moments to put together just what Shikamaru was telling him and beside him Kiba wipes his eyes nearly falling out of his chair with laughter. Below him, Akamaru gnawed on his bones and hoped that his owner wouldn’t fall on top of him. Beside Shikamaru, Choji polishes off another plate of barbeque and orders more. At the grill, the owner swelled with pride, it wasn’t everyday that the Hokage came to his grill with his friends, enjoyed his barbeque and talked about his love life.
“I’m not whipped!”
“Yeah right, if she’s buying you shirts and shampoo, she’ll start buying you pants and underpants, if she hasn’t already?” At Naruto’s silence and shifty glance to his plate, Shikamaru goes on. “And you’ll be following her around and agreeing to her every word, which is probably the case already.”

Shikamaru sighs. It was a sad day when the Hokage was whipped and hog-tied down by a woman, but who knows? It probably wasn’t too late.
“Just because she buys me stuff doesn’t mean I’m whipped! And I don’t follow her around and agree to her every word.” The blond defends.
Finally calming down from his laughter, and wholeheartedly agreeing with Shikamaru, Kiba makes the crackling sound of a whip.
“I’m not whipped!” Naruto glares down at his plate, and notices that it’s empty and orders more. “Besides, if I am, though I’m not, at least I’m getting laid.”
“Naruto!” Parting from the crowd, you near the blond’s side soaking wet and crossing your arms over your chest. “Mr. Choji, Shikamaru, Kiba.” You nod, greeting them all and they all give their separate greetings.
Kiba quietly makes the crackling whip sound again and Naruto glares at him before turning to you. “What happened to you?”
“Some lecher tricked me into getting into the dunking booth, dunked me, and then put me into a wet shirt contest without my permission!” You say pissed off. “Do you believe that?”
Apart of him was quite curious about your ranking in that contest, but from the expression on your face he guessed that how your sopping wet shirt clinging to your equally wet breasts and hardened nipples looked wasn’t the first thing on your mind at the moment. He gulps.
“Uh, that’s terrible…?”
“Yes, it is!” You agree, and pull him from the booth. “Lets stop that dirty lecher before he can do it to another girl!”
“Wait a minute!” Naruto grabs his plate of barbeque quickly before you can pull him away from the booth and into the crowd.
Shikamaru sighs and watches you drag the Sixth off into the distance to the dunking booth. “Too late.”

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From the creator of The Highest High. I decided to try my hand in some Naruto and it's exactly how I wanted it to come out. Naruto seems to be the right amount of clueless about certain things, and you're just the right amount of qualities I tried for you to be.
And guess what, I didn't even have to add a single OC- oh that's right, Shinako Aburame, the Hyuga girl and the Kurama boy. The Kurama clan is mentioned in the filler episodes. The Kurama boy is the son of Yakumo Kurama in this story. I'm not sure what Yakumo's age was at that time, I just hope she wasn't 12 years old, too... And, Shinako isn't Shino's daughter. And the Hyuga girl, who hasn't been named yet, isn't Neji or Hinata's daughter. Or Hanabi Hyuga's... Since, she would just be too young presently in the story anyway, to mother an 11 year old.
This story doesn't really... Stab Valentine's Day in the heart and give it to you for a romantic, bloody gift... I didn't really try for that. If not for the festival and the chocolate...
Anyhow, this will most definately have a sequel for White Day, dattebayo!

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