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Bonds	By : TakaRei Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1518 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own any character from Naruto, it all belongs to Kishimoto Masashi. I am not making any money from this fanfction.

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A/N: So, this is my first time actually writing down all the perverted stuff that's been keeping me from my studies lately (and usually, since I became an obsessed SasuNaru fan). After a lot of SasuNaru yaoi and lemons, I bring you my first take on it! *badum-tss* Don't be too harsh on me, this is actually my first yaoi fan-fiction, even though I've been a yaoi fan for ages.

Chapter 1 – How It Came To Be

I was walking to school like every day. The weather was nice, soft summer breeze was ruffling my old, worn-out orange jacket and the sun was shining. And then, like every day, something had to ruin it.

I saw his smug face in front of the school gate. Did he have to ruin my day so soon? I wonder why I even ask myself that. Of course he has, he’s Uchiha Sasuke, goddammit. And, as always, he was surrounded by his pack of followers, fangirls and fanboys. He had quite a lot, actually. Well, why wouldn’t he? He wasn’t a ragged, poor, orphan blonde like me. Everyone loved Uchiha Sasuke. And he enjoyed every second of it. I passed his fan heard when my ear caught a snide comment: “It’s him. The troublesome blond.” I let it pass me. I didn’t care what the girl was saying. It was obvious she was craving Sasuke’s attention, and what better way to get it, pointing out the obvious? *sarcasm*

Like I care. Every day in this fucking school is like a nightmare. Heck, I enjoy nightmares more! For all the people in this school, I’m just another big blob in the neatly written text. A big blob with blond hair and a record of bad behavior.

I’m Uzumaki Naruto. Eighteen. Blonde. Tanned. Orphan living with his only uncle. And a constant problem to almost everyone around me. And also gay as anyone can be.

I already entered the classroom when I heard someone yelling from the hall: “Faggot!” I just continued into the classroom and right to my seat in the back. One of the bearable things in this school was my seat. I could stare through the window all I wanted, and at least during class, nobody bothered me. Actually, there weren’t many people who’d mess with me. A loud-mouthed muscular blond who failed a year and was known for taking care of things with his fists – there were a few who’d actually bother me. But, I knew how to shut them up. I don’t even know why does it still bother me. It was usually my short temper that got me to those situations in the first place. But you won’t see Uzumaki Naruto admitting he was the one to blame. So I fought, and that got me a pretty thick file in the principal’s office. I think that soon they’ll have to get another one.

But there was this thing, this person, that bothered me above all others. Uchiha Sasuke.

I don’t even know why. Aside from the snide comments I got from his so-called friends, he never even took notice of me. It was like I was a part of the wall or something. Never spoken a word, never even made an actually eye-contact, but something about this guy was so unnerving. Maybe I was just jealous. I’ll never be the kind of guy that he was. A millionaire’s son, very smart, very spoiled, with perfect grades and perfect hobbies. And very popular with the ladies and gents. Naah, who’d like that, anyways?

Not that I wasn’t attractive. During my years of troubled behavior I’ve found a few admirers of my own. There was that weird looking, black haired, emotionless guy with a nice stomach – Sai. I always noticed him looking at me from a far during the previous years. And then when he finally finished school (he was a senior) he approached me and we kinda got it on. Hot guy, nice abs, very agile, doesn’t talk much (better for him, his mouth was dirtier than mine) and a good fuck. We keep in contact from time to time, but it’s nothing serious.

Unlike my ex – Gaara. There you have a time bomb, set to blow off any second. A red haired pale beauty he was, he was also the one to get my mind fucked a number of times. For the two years we’ve been together on/off, I witnessed every mood-swing he had and every personality change he went though. Always silent, always wearing that weird black eye liner on his piercing green eyes… Tempting, to put it that way. But messed up. But I actually got to bond with him. When you spend so much time with someone, you can’t not share experience and become close. And we were very close. I actually enjoy spending time with him even now, more than half a year from our brake-up. He actually got better since he’s not with me. Makes me wonder if I was the one to mess him up in the first place. That pale-eyed Neji guy is really taking good care of him. When he was with me, he was almost always depressed and in a bad mood. When he wasn’t, he was usually hyperactive and we fucked like rabbits. But then his depression would kick in and I’d have to hide all my razors and knives if I wanted to bring him to my place. Neji talked him into getting some help, and Gaara’s therapy is going good for now.

Talking about the pale-eyed, there was always his sister. The junior, Hyuuga Hinata. A shy dark haired creature, always looking at me from down the hallway, and seemingly always blacking out when I got too close. Not that I was interested in her. She’s cute and all, but she’s a girl. One time, she fainted as I was passing by and I took her to the infirmary. See, I’m not such a bad guy. So I stayed there for the whole second period to make sure she was okay. When she finally woke up, she was so flushed, her face looked like a tomato. It was the first time we actually spoke. And in the end she kissed me. It was a sweet, dry peck on the lips, but non the less, a kiss. I kinda wanted to give her a shot, but after a few dates I knew it wouldn’t work. We remained friends, and she finally doesn’t faint when she’s around me. She’s actually the only female friend I have in this school.

The other ones I usually hand during the school time are the inseparable friends for life – Akimichi Chouji and Nara Shikamaru. Chouji the Fatass - although I don’t call him like that in person, I don’t want to get stomped (even a well-built guy like me wouldn’t stand a chance against him) and Shikamaru the Troubled – I call him that since he always complains how everything is so troublesome and boring. He’s the one who actually has grades as bad as I do. And it’s too bad, since he’s so smart, just too lazy. But who am I to judge? I’m stupid and lazy. But still, they are the only ones that don’t really care about me being gay and being such a pain in the ass.

There is also that Kiba guy, from another class, who I always see walking his huge dog Akamaru in the park across from my apartment. Occasional “Hello” and “How are you?” don’t really count.

Aside from them, there is only my uncle – Iruka and his strange “friend” Kakashi (my uncle in hell wouldn’t admit he’s gay, although I can clearly hear them in the other room at night) and the Ichiraku Ramen attendants (I’m their regular customer) that I have any contact with.

Not a really interesting life, huh?

But anyways, this Sasuke guy, he’s really driving me nuts. I can’t put my finger on it quite yet, but there is something strange about him. Nobody’s that flawless.

After another day of dozing-off with Shikamaru at the back of the classroom, the classes were over and I decided to go get some ramen for myself and Iruka. Kakashi was out of town, so I could finally spend some quality time with my uncle, and have a good night sleep, without anyone’s head being banged against the wall.

I was walking in the direction of the Ramen shop when suddenly something hit me over the head. Hard. My vision got blurry and I started losing balance. When I turned, I saw a dozen of guys – drop-outs and some gang-members, and one of them was carrying the baseball bat that was the cause of the piercing pain in my skull. I didn’t even know half of those guys!

-         What the fuck it wrong with you? – I yelled. I didn’t remember beating any of them in the past, although I knew some of them were just usually unfriendly like this.

The one with the bat that seemed like the leader laughed while they were cornering me to a dumpster near by.

-         You’re seriously asking me that? Is he serious guys? – he turned to his pals, making a face.
-         We’re the ones that should ask you that, you little faggot. – the other answered.

Another one on the right added:

-         We’re gonna beat the crap out of you, you homo. You’re disgusting.
-         And even pretending you’re a tough guy… Your kind is the worst! – added the leader.

They surrounded me and they were closing in. I didn’t see any openings to run and trying to fight all of them off would only result in my own demise. And reasoning with these guys won’t do. There was nothing I could do. So I raised my fists and prepared myself to be beaten to a pulp. When the first one came at me, I moved my right hand in the motion I knew in the back of my mind, and like at home with my punching bag, my fist landed into his stomach.

This just angered the rest of them. They started coming at me, and in no time, two were holding me in a dead-lock and the leader was raising his bat to my face.

-         I’m gonna do you real good you pantsy. Let’s see how your boyfriend will like you then.
-         I don’t have one. – I grunted. Oh great Naruto, that’s really gonna help.
-         Oh, what did you say? – he asked, pretending he didn’t hear me.
-         I said, I don’t have one! – I jerked my way out, releasing one of my arms and trying to kick the one with the bat at the same time. It resulted in me getting grabbed by the neck by the other guy that was holding me.
-         I’ll teach you a lesson you ass-fucker! – the leader yelled as he raised the bat over his head.

This was going to hurt. I closed my eyes.

But the pain never came. When I opened my eyes, I saw a tall dark haired figure with a bokken pushing his way through the mass of bodies. The leader was knocked out in front of me and the rest, bewildered by the sudden appearance started dispersing, running from the reach of his wooden sword. I got hold of the guy that was holding me and swung him to the ground over my head. He screamed as he hit the ground but managed to trip me on his way down. The rest were already running in different directions and the tall figure approached me, standing over the remaining guy on the ground. The guy’s face was dead-pale as he saw who it was.

-         Run. – I heard a cold stern voice, and the gang member instantly stood up and ran away.

When I looked at my savior’s face, I froze.

It was Sasuke.

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When I recovered from my initial shock I noticed Sasuke offering me his hand. I gave him a confused look.

-         Well, aren’t you gonna get up? – he asked me. Now I realized why he was offering his hand. I was still on the ground. I grabbed it clumsily and he raised me.

Our eyes met and our faces were so close. I instantly moved backwards. He had that self-confident smile again. I looked away.

-         I presume even you know that it’s only polite to thank me now. – it was more of an order than a question.
-         Thank you. – I muttered, not looking at him. It was something in his eyes. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.
-         No problem. I suppose even for a well formed guy like you, so many of them were a problem. You’re lucky I was there to save your ass.
-         I was okay by myself, y’know! I was just preparing my strategy how to beat them all in one turn. – I pouted. I knew he could see through my mask.
-         You don’t really seem as the planning type. – he played along. – Can you walk?
-         Of course I can! – I jumped in the spot, showing off.

My leg protested and I lost balance. The sharp pain was the only thing on my mind when I started falling down. And there were his hands to catch me. He held me up, looking me straight in the eyes. Sky blue ones and deep black ones.

He smirked.

-         I guess you can’t after all. Let me take you home.

And without uttering another word, supporting my body on my left side, he started walking.

-         Hey, I don’t need your help! I didn’t need it in the first place!
-         Oh really? – his eyes narrowed. – Like I care dobe!

There was no protesting. He just kept dragging me.

-         Where do you live? – he asked, looking around the street. The sun was low in the sky, a deep orange color illuminating everything around us. My favorite color.
-         Umm, few blocks away. – I hopped on one foot. – This way.

And that’s where it became awkward. Walking (well in my case hopping) down the strangely empty streets, in complete silence, it soon became really weird. I kept giving directions and in ten minutes time we were standing in front of my building.

-         So this is. – I muttered. I looked at him, observing his face.

This was actually the first time I got to see him up close. Flawless, pale skin, piercing black eyes, defined lips and dark raven hair… He looked good. Hey, what the hell was I thinking just now?! That’s Sasuke!

He was observing my building. Then he turned and looked around the park on the other side of the street.

-         Sit down with me for a moment, will you?

I nodded and we sat on the closes bench. A warm summer breeze started blowing, ruffling his white shirt.

-         So, what did you want? – I asked. I just wanted to get out of there. His presence was making me uneasy… No… Something else. But what?
-         I’m just waiting for your gratefulness. I did take you home after I saved you, right?
-         What? You must be kidding me, I already thanked you once!
-         That half-assed thanks doesn’t count. – he was persistent, I’ll give him that.
-         Well that’s all you’ll get. – but I was a stubborn mule myself.
-         You now owe me one.

I stared at him. Owed? Uzumaki Naruto doesn’t owe anything to anyone! Well, except that money I needed to give back to Gaara next time. This was different! I didn’t ask for his help! And now I owe him?

-         Nobody asked you to interfere.
-         They would’ve killed you in the spot. Nobody’s that tough.
-         Except you, right? – I was sarcastic.
-         Except me.

Was this guy for real? Could he be more conceited?

-         Well, aren’t we modest?
-         Let’s see then.
-         What?
-         How you’ll gonna settle your debt to me.
-         I don’t owe you anything!
-         Let your leg rest, it seems it’s just a bit sprained, and then, for the weekend, come over to my place.
-         What?!
-         I’ll give you one chance to buy out your debt. We’ll fight, and if you win, you’re not in debt to me anymore.
-         And if you win?

He smirked again.

-         You’ll just have to wait and see.
-         Hey, I’m not gonna lose to some spoiled rich boy!
-         We’ll see Naruto.
-         Hey, how do you know my name? I don’t remember telling it to you in the first place.
-         We go to the same school.
-         So what, I don’t know half of the people there.
-         Then let’s just say I noticed you.

He did? At that moment I felt my cheeks starting to burn up, and trying to mask it, I shouted:

-         I’m not going to lose to you Sasuke!!

He was a bit surprised, but smiled anyways.

-         So you’ll come?
-         Of course I will! One doesn’t get the chance to kick the ass of a rich brat every day. Especially you, with your gang of followers.
-         So you noticed me to?
-         Who wouldn’t mister High-and-mighty! With all those jerks around, praising you, no wonder your ego is sky high.
-         Okay. So it’s a deal then. But let me tell you one thing dobe… I won’t lose. Definitely.

And with that determination he got up and turned.

-         See ya in a few days dobe!
-         Hey idiot, you forgot to tell me your address!

He turned down the corner and I couldn’t see him anymore.

Well great! Now, not just that I thrown into this, but I had to find where the idiot lived.

Still, I can’t wait to kick his conceited ass. Uzumaki Naruto never backs out on a fight! He’ll be sorry for starting this.

That was the moment I smiled. This was going to be fun…

I had no idea how much.
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