Insomniac's Dream | By : ilikeyoursocks Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1282 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Thanks
a million bajillion kajillion
(yes, that’s a real number :D) times to anyone and
everyone who’s been reading!!! You guys are my life! :)
Also, thanks a million bajillion kajillion
times to everyone who took the time to review. I love you, Kohaku,
zanax, hisoka kurosaki, Nanin, cadywise, aivivi, redfoxmoon, Blondie724, Obtained, neoandtheangrywhiteflag,
darknecromancer666, Mallory, and RaidenSAMAx!!!! Love love muah!!
Chapter 11:
Look, Ma! I’m on TV!
Naruto
entered Kyuubi Bookstore and froze, staring at the man who sat behind the
autograph table. Keeping the man in his sights, Naruto sidled over to Gaara and
Kimimaro. “Ano sa, ano sa…” He pointed at the
white-haired man and practically shouted, “What is that old pervert doing here?!?!”
“Now,
that’s not very nice, Naruto-kun,” Kakashi-san said, coming out of the back
room with two cups of coffee and handing one to the white-haired man.
“Jiraiya-san happens to be an acclaimed author. His series of novels have won
several awards, you know.”
“He
writes smut!” Naruto bellowed.
“There’s nothing acclaimed about that!”
Jiraiya-san
waved his hand in protest. “Nonsense…Naruto-kun, was it? I’ve won three awards
on my latest novel, Love Love Paradise, including ‘Largest Talent’ and
‘Longest’—”
“Yeah,
well, they’re not awards for the actual writing, are they?” Naruto growled.
“And, Kakashi-san, why are you here? You don’t actually read that trash, do
you?”
Kakashi
shrugged. “Who doesn’t?”
Naruto
glanced at the boys behind him. “Gaara-san, Kimimaro-san, do you read the Paradise series?”
Kimimaro
shook his head. “I prefer Chaucer and Poe to smut.”
“What
about you, Gaara?”
“I
don’t read straight porn. And I prefer pictures.”
“See?”
Naruto huffed. “Not everyone reads
that trash, Kakashi-san!”
Kakashi
snorted. “You three don’t count; you work in a bookstore. Obviously, you’re
going to be a little bias toward anything written this century. But the Paradise series has depth! The imagery
Jiraiya uses to describe when Helena-chan and Miroku-kun
are in the janitor’s closet at their office—”
“Whatever,
Kakashi-san,” Naruto muttered. “It’s not like I have a choice, anyway. I don’t
own this bookstore; I can’t control who is invited to
book signings and who isn’t. When does this signing start, anyway?”
Kimimaro
glanced at his watch. “In about five seconds.”
Naruto
glanced out the door and realized the incredibly long line that had suddenly
appeared. He gulped, never having seen this many people at the bookstore in his
life. “S—So I guess that’s why there’s three of us
working today, right? A—Are you sure that’s enough?”
“Iruka-san’s
coming in to work today, too,” Kimimaro explained.
“For
once,” Gaara muttered before heading over and opening the door.
“Shouldn’t
you hide, Kakashi-san?” Naruto asked worriedly. “I don’t think even four of us
could handle a crowd of this size with two
famous people in the room.”
“Three,”
Kakashi corrected with a wink. “I saw your picture in Hiroto’s Progress. Although, I find it hard to
believe that you work in a bookstore by day and whore yourself out by night.”
“It’s
not true,” Naruto growled.
“I
know, Naruto-kun,” he said, chuckling. “I heard you’ll be on TV tonight. Hey, hit me up whenever you’re bored, okay? I gave you my
cell, right?”
“Yeah,
Kakashi-san.
Hey, you’re covering for Hiroto’s
Progress next month, right? I’ll pick up a copy.”
Kakashi
waved before sneaking out the back door. His hand was on the knob to let himself outside from the back room when it turned on its
own. The door opened, revealing a very frazzled-looking brunette
with a large scar across his nose.
“Oh!”
the man yelped, startled, having practically run into Kakashi. “Gomen! I’m late, so I’m in a bit of a hurry and wasn’t
paying attention to where I was going.”
“Ah…
You work here?”
The
brunette nodded. “Y—Yeah. I’m
Iruka. I own this bookstore, but I also teach during the school year.” A look
of realization passed over his face as he finally recognized who
he had almost run into. “Y—You’re Hatake Kakashi-san!!”
Kakashi
pressed a finger to his cloth-covered lips. “That’s why I’m leaving. I came
early to get my copy of Love Love Paradise signed so I wouldn’t have to deal with
any rabid fans. Ano… Then you know Naruto-kun, right?”
Iruka
laughed. “Of course I know Naruto-kun! He’s like a son to me! His father and I
were friends…before he passed away. Naruto was put in
the foster care system, and I would have taken him in myself—I tried, several
times, actually—but I never qualified. Honestly, I would have been better than…
Gomen, I’m rambling. But…how do you know him…?”
“I
met him the other day at a photo shoot,” Kakashi answered nonchalantly. He
realized he had been checking out every inch of Iruka-san’s body…and suddenly
felt his own body begin to respond. “Hey… Iruka-san…
You know, I think those three boys can handle working by themselves. What would
you say to me taking you out for coffee?”
Iruka
blushed. “I—I…” He glanced toward the closed toward that hid the shop from
view. He winced when he heard Naruto’s voice above the din of the crowd. “You
know…this is probably a bad idea leaving Naruto alone…but I think Gaara and
Kimimaro can handle it. All right. Let’s go.”
On
the other side of the door, the three workers were swamped.
Naruto was in charge of keeping everyone in an orderly line, Kimimaro made the
transaction with whomever wanted a copy of Jiraiya-san’s novels, and Gaara was
in charge of helping any customer who wasn’t
a part of Jiraiya’s fan mob.
By
the time the book signing was over at four, the trio
was past the point of exhaustion. Kimimaro and Gaara went amongst the aisles
and picked up any books that had fallen off the shelves and rearranged any that
had gotten out of alphabetical order while Naruto swept the floor. Jiraiya
carried the boxes of unsold books to the back room while Naruto counted out his
percentage of pay. Grabbing the cash, Jiraiya was gone in the blink of an eye.
“You
know,” said Gaara as he reclined against the last shelf, “Iruka-san never
showed up…”
“You’re
right,” Kimimaro added thoughtfully. “He said he was stepping out for only a
few minutes but that he would be back shortly… I hope nothing happened to—”
The
door opened, and a rather disheveled Iruka and Kakashi entered the shop.
Iruka’s face fell slightly when he noticed Jiraiya was gone.
“O—Oh…
So…it’s over is it?”
“IRUKA-SAN!” Naruto
bellowed, pointing an accusing finger. “Where were you? And why are you with
Kakashi-san?!”
Kakashi
grinned beneath his mask before wrapping his arms around Iruka’s waist from
behind. He pressed his cloth-covered lips to the slightly shorter man’s neck.
“I’m sorry I kept him for so long,” Kakashi answered for him. “Iruka-san just
came by to tell you that you could close shop early. That’s good news for you,
ne, Naruto-kun? You need to get ready, don’t you?”
The
broom Naruto had been holding stayed upright for a full second after Naruto had
already left the store. Kakashi watched Naruto bemusedly. “Has anyone ever
tried registering that kid for the Olympics?”
Naruto
felt very awkward as he stood around at Chakra Television Studio. He tugged at
the clothes he had borrowed from Neji, feeling suffocated and claustrophobic.
Usually he thrived on attention and large crowds, but he felt self-conscious
being dressed in someone else’s suit.
Sasuke
came back with two bottles of Evian water. “Don’t be nervous, Naruto,” he said,
handing him one of the bottles. “You’ll be fine.”
Naruto
stared at the water. “Why couldn’t I just have had tap water…?”
Sasuke
snorted. “Yeah, right, Naruto. Like they have any water
fountains around here. Oh, look… There’s Neji-kun and Hina-chan… Oh! And
Kisame’s with them…”
Naruto
watched as Sasuke’s chosen bodyguard of the day, Kakuzu, stormed over to
Kisame. He glanced to the left and watched Itachi stiffen before melting into
the shadows. Itachi had insisted on accompanying Sasuke to the studio, and
Naruto wondered for a fleeting moment if he knew Kisame would be there.
“No,
I’m not leaving,” Naruto heard Kisame growl. “I don’t care if Itachi’s here!
I’ve been hired for the evening by Neji and Hinata.”
They
couldn’t hear what Kakuzu said afterward, but when Neji turned his eyes toward
him, even Naruto’s blood froze. “My father owns Chakra Television, thank you
very much, and you’d best remember it if you ever want to get hired again.”
Naruto
and Sasuke turned around simultaneously to hide their laughs. They saw Kakuzu
storm off to the restrooms and practically fell against each other laughing.
Their moment was interrupted, however, when someone
came to inform them that the show would be starting in a few minutes; Naruto
felt the butterflies come back once more.
“You’ll
be fine, Naruto,” Sasuke soothed, placing a light kiss on his cheek. “It’s just
the evening news.”
“But—But,
it’s live,” Naruto protested. “What if—what if I throw up or something?”
Sasuke
shrugged. “Better than being called a prostitute in a
somewhat well-known magazine, made even more popular with my face on the
cover.”
“Yeah,
I guess you’re right.”
Another
light kiss.
“Come on, you’ll be fine. You even had Neji practice with you a few times,
right? Isn’t that what you told me on the way over here?”
“Yeah,
but—” Naruto’s protest was cut short by Sasuke’s tongue in his mouth.
“You
know, Naruto…” Sasuke’s hand squeezed his ass as he pulled them closer
together. “It’s really not that bad…” He placed his other hand on the blonde’s chest and rubbed small circles. “And afterward…if
you do a good job…we’ll go back to your place…and I’ll give you proper
congratulations. How does that sound?”
“Great,”
Naruto managed to say, finding it harder and harder to focus on the moment. He
suddenly snapped back to himself and pushed Sasuke away. “S—Sasuke, please… I
really don’t want to have an erection on live television.”
Sasuke
snickered and winked. “They only show you from the waist up…” He noticed the
slightly panicked look on his boyfriend’s face and sighed. “All right, all
right, fine…” He placed another light kiss on the corner of his mouth before
grabbing his hand and leading him toward a blonde woman who was beckoning.
“Sasuke-kun!”
the woman shouted, flashing a large, obviously fake smile at Naruto.
“Sasuke-kun, I can’t believe it’s really you!”
“Naruto,
this is Choko-san. She’s anchorwoman for Chakra News.”
Choko-san
reached out and shook his hand. “Nice to meat you,
Naruto-kun.” She looked up and her jaw dropped. “Ano… Is that Neji-kun? A—And Hinata-chan?”
Naruto
glanced behind his shoulder and saw the pair talking and laughing—well, Hina-chan
was laughing—with Kisame. “Yeah, that’s them.”
Choko-san
pushed Naruto out of the way, shrieking, “Neji-kuuun!
Hinata-chaaan!”
“Wow,
she seems a lot nicer on TV,” Naruto remarked, watching as she totally ignored
Kisame in order to kiss up to the Hyuuga children.
Sasuke
snorted. “You have no idea… Most everyone in this business is a complete
bastard…but once you put their face on the big screen, they become a completely
different person.”
Naruto
ran his fingers through Sasuke’s hair. “Well…you must be the anomaly.”
“You
have no idea…”
“What?”
Choko-san
pushed past them once more to get to the news set. From somewhere above,
someone shouted, “Quiet on the set! We’re on in five!”
Once
the cameras started rolling, Naruto felt his stage fright give way to excitement.
His head swiveled from left to right in order to see all of what was going on.
He had never been in a television studio before, especially not when they were
recording live!
“We’re
next,” Sasuke whispered.
Naruto’s
butterflies were back as Sasuke led him by the hand to a large table in front
of a blue screen. In his head, he went over and over what advice and lines Neji
had given him and prayed he wouldn’t forget any of it. When he sat down, Sasuke
gave his hand a comforting squeeze under the table, and he felt a little less
nervous…though not much.
“…and
now to our newest reporter, Kuran-san, for this breaking special.”
Naruto
felt his stomach churn as he saw the screen above his head switch from
Choko-san to the table at which he sat. He was on screen for only a brief
moment, but he felt ready to pass out.
“Thank
you, Choko-san,” Kuran answered from the far end of the table. “Recently, there
has been a lot of spotlight on new and upcoming actor and model Uchiha Sasuke.
In fact, Chakra Television even did a special on Uchiha-kun about a week ago
when Insomniac’s Dream first hit the
theaters. Tonight, we have him here in our studio to clear up some questions
about a recent article in the allegedly homoerotic magazine, Hiroto’s Progress. We also have
Hiroto-san here himself, as well as the mysterious blonde mentioned in the
article and seen in this photograph.”
Naruto
looked back at the small television and saw the picture of him and Sasuke
kissing. It stayed on screen for several seconds before focusing back on
Kuran-san.
“Now,
Hiroto-san,” Kuran continued, “Hiroto’s
Progress is most well-known for its explicit adult content, mostly
featuring men with other men. Can you tell me why you chose Sasuke-kun to be
featured in this month’s issue?”
The
camera was now focused on Hiroto-san, who was grinning
broadly. Obviously having dealt with the press numerous times before, he fell
into the act perfectly. “Well, Kuran-san, Hiroto’s
Progress has grown so much in the past few years that we’ve decided to
expand our market to not only gay men but straight females as well. We’re still
going to picture solely men in our magazine; however, we’re steering away from
the more mature and explicit content in order to appeal to a younger crowd.”
“Why
was Sasuke-kun, specifically, chosen for this transition phase?”
“Well,
Kuran-san, because of Sasuke-kun’s sexual appeal, for one, but namely for his
sudden and booming success in the modeling world as well as with his new movie.
We decided it would be in our best interests to grab Sasuke-kun at the
beginning of his career and ride that wave, using his popularity to boost our
own sales…”
Naruto
began fading in and out of the conversation. He never watched the news because
he didn’t enjoy listening to adults talking to each other and pretending to
care what the other had to say. He snapped to attention, however, when
Kuran-san steered the conversation back toward the article.
“Now,”
Kuran began, his fake grin growing even wider, “after the picture with the
curious blonde gentleman”—the picture of the kiss flashed on screen once
more—“there was a peculiar mention about Sasuke-kun paying for men to share the
night with him. Sasuke-kun, what do you have to say to these allegations?”
Sasuke
scowled at the camera. “I can assure you, Kuran-san, that
I have never paid for sex before in my life. I don’t know where these
allegations came from, but I can assure you that there’s not an ounce of truth
in them.”
“So
you have had sex before, then?”
“I
don’t see how that inquiry has anything to do with the article in question.”
Naruto
could practically see the ice crystals forming in the air at Sasuke’s tone of
voice.
“Which brings us to the man of the hour.” The camera focused
on Naruto, who smiled weakly and, blushing, brought his hand up to scratch the
back of his head nervously. “The article referred to you only as ‘Uzumari.’ Is that your real name?”
“Ah,
no,” Naruto answered. “My name’s Uzumaki Naruto…”
“And
you’re not a prostitute?”
“No!
Of course not! I’m only seventeen! And I’m still in high
school!”
“So
you are still in school?”
“Of
course!”
There
was a glint in Kuran’s eye that frightened Naruto. Sasuke squeezed
his hand once more, and he felt decidedly less nervous.
“Now,
Sasuke-kun,” Kuran continued, “there is one final mystery we here at Chakra
Studios would like to clear up: If Naruto was not there as a call boy when
these photos were taken, what was he
doing there?”
Sasuke
smiled, and Naruto was delighted to note that it was a real smile. “Uzumaki
Naruto and I are dating. He’s my boyfriend.”
Kuran-san
looked shocked. “R—Really? Then, did you hook up because of the photo shoot?”
“No,”
Sasuke answered. He lifted his and Naruto’s intertwined fingers and placed them
on the table. “We started dating a few days before the photo shoot.” Sasuke
coyly used his free hand to guide Naruto’s chin until their lips pressed
together.
Naruto
felt light-headed for the duration of the interview and was glad he wasn’t asked any more questions as he wasn’t quite sure he
would have been able to answer them coherently. He was later surprised to learn
that the interview in its entirety had taken less than five minutes, but for
the moment, he couldn’t help but dance happily back to the limo that had
brought them to Chakra TV.
When
the pair exited the studio, Naruto realized why pop icons needed bodyguard
protection. Every female within driving distance of the studio had appeared at
the door and was trying their best to touch Sasuke on the short walk to the
limo. Kakuzu had his work cut out for him as he simultaneously held off the mob
of screaming girls and shielded Sasuke from the unending flashes of the
cameras.
“Where
did they all come from?” Naruto panted once they were finally inside the safety
of the limo. “And how did they get here so fast?” He jumped as one particularly
voracious female launched herself at the back of the limo and managed to hold
on for several blocks, clawing rabidly at the back window.
Sasuke
shrugged. “I’ve never thought about it before.”
Naruto’s
jaw dropped. “You make it seem like this has happened before!”
Another
shrug.
“It happens all the time. The crowds are usually even bigger—and I’m talking
about before I was in Insomniac’s Dream. Now that I’m a movie
star, I can expect nearly tenfold that many.”
The
blonde winced at Sasuke’s bitter tone. A sudden wave
of panic overtook him when he realized the implications of fangirls.
“Wait… Does that mean we won’t be able to date anymore? I mean, before, no one
really knew where you were, right? But now—they’ve seen you on TV, and if those
were just the fans from within walking distance—”
Sasuke
froze when he felt the blonde grab hold of him, tears
running down his cheeks.
“I
mean,” Naruto continued, burying his face in Sasuke’s shoulder, “since we live
next door, we can see each other whenever we want without worry of fangirls, but…I want to bring you places. I want to show
you off. I can’t stay cooped up in the apartments—I’ll go crazy!”
Sasuke
pushed on Naruto until he was sitting up and looking at him. “Naruto,” Sasuke
placated. “We’ll be fine. I’m used to having stalkers and fangirls.
I can take care of them. They usually just take pictures, anyway, and have me
sign the occasional picture. Besides, if anything…we can go some place far
away…” Sasuke suddenly got a far-off, pensive look to his eyes. He sat ramrod
straight and grabbed Naruto by the shoulders. “Let’s go! Let’s go right now!
Let’s run away together! We can go anywhere—anywhere but here! Let’s go to—to
Sunagakure! No—that’s not far enough—”
Naruto
looked worried. “S—Sasuke, what are you talking about? You can’t just leave
your life here… What about your career? What about
your family?”
Sasuke
scowled. “What career? What family?” He collapsed, an
exhausted pile of bones, into Naruto’s lap. Closing his eyes, he mumbled, “The
only thing I need in this world is you, Uzumaki Naruto…”
Naruto
stared down at the defenseless boy curled up in his lap. He looked so
small...so lost… So like himself…
A
tan finger reached up and lazily brushed a lock of ebony hair away from bone
white skin. He wanted nothing more than to curl up with the love of his life
for all eternity, protecting him from everything the cruel outside world had to
throw at them. Leaning down, he placed a light kiss on his forehead.
“I
love you more than life itself, Uchiha Sasuke…”
Gaara
looked up sharply from the sofa and set aside the magazine he was reading when
he heard the door of Naruto’s apartment open. He sighed in relief when he saw
it was Naruto with Sasuke in tow. “Oh, thank God. I thought Itachi had found a
way to break into your apartment…”
“Speaking
of which,” Naruto said with mild amusement, “how did you manage to get in here?
I thought Tsunade took away your spare key…”
“She
did. I borrowed Kiba’s.”
Kiba
emerged from the bathroom. “Naruto, is that you?” he called.
“Yeah,”
Naruto called back. “Sasuke, too! We were going to
head to his place, but Kakuzu followed us up here, and Itachi told us to clear
out for a few hours.”
Kiba
shrugged. “All right. We can do that. Haku has the
night off and wants to watch the premier of Dancing
Trees with us.”
Naruto
wrinkled his nose. “Isn’t that a chick flick? And why does he always want to
watch movies on his nights off?”
Kiba
shrugged. “You know how he is. But, Zabuza can’t make it, so we’ll actually be
able to talk to Haku for once.” He let out a short, bark-like laugh.
“Who
else is going?” Naruto asked as the four of them headed back downstairs.
“Temari’s
meeting us there, and TenTen. Other than that, just us four
and Haku. Everyone else is busy tonight.”
“Or
they don’t want to watch such a stupid movie,” Gaara grumbled, thrusting his
hands in his pockets and scowling at the ground.
“You
didn’t have to come, Gaara,” Kiba growled.
“Shit!”
Naruto yelped, stopping suddenly when they exited the apartment. “Sasuke, do
you need to tell Itachi? Do you need a bodyguard?”
Sasuke
opened his mouth to answer when Pein appeared from the shadows. “Itachi thought
you’d be sneaking off,” he smirked. “He called me a few minutes ago.”
The
brunette glared daggers at the redhead but didn’t say
anything.
Before
the atmosphere could get any tenser, Haku appeared out of nowhere, his
springtime smile melting the snow away from the wintery atmosphere. He linked
arms with Sasuke and Naruto and led the motley crew toward the theater,
chatting aimlessly all the way. Half a block from the theater, however, he
stopped dead in his tracks. “You know what? Call Temari and TenTen. Let’s go
bowling instead. I have a feeling Dancing
Trees is going to suck.”
Snickering
at Haku’s flippant attitude, Naruto quickly texted the girls about their abrupt
change in plans as they walked two blocks eastward to the bowling alley. “You
were planning this all along, weren’t you, Haku?” he chuckled.
“Of
course,” Haku answered nonchalantly. “Dancing
Trees? Come on! That movie would have sucked ass!”
“I
was kind of looking forward to it.” The boys froze, not having heard Temari
creep up behind them. “Just because it’s a chick flick, Haku, doesn’t mean it
would be terrible.”
Haku
shrugged. “I like chick flicks, actually, Temari. It’s just that this one
looked like shit.”
Naruto
grimaced. Whenever Temari and Haku were together, their tones with one another
dropped several degrees, and it was like watching the Muslims and the Jews
trying to celebrate Christmas. For some reason, these two otherwise amiable
people did not get along with one
another.
“Hi,
hi!”
TenTen chirruped as she bounded toward them. She placed her hands on her hips
and glowered. “You weren’t thinking of leaving me, were you?”
“Of
course not.”
Haku’s smile was back as he linked arms with TenTen and led her toward the
bowling alley.
Temari
harrumphed and mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “whore” yet
followed anyway. Ever curious, Naruto dropped back and whispered, “Hey, Temari,
what’s your beef with Haku? I mean, he’s a really nice guy—”
“Yeah,
until Zabuza’s involved,” Temari spat. “I mean, I’m all for sacrificing
yourself for the one you love, but, damn,
learn when enough is enough!”
“What
happened between the two of you?”
Temari
turned her piercing turquoise eyes toward the blonde.
“Just leave it alone, will you? It doesn’t concern you.” She turned her gaze
skyward for a few seconds before looking back apologetically. “I’m sorry,
Naru-kun. I didn’t mean to snap.” She took a deep breath. “It’s just that…Zabuza
and I were in the same class in middle school…and we were sort of dating. Haku
just can’t get over that.”
Naruto
looked back at Haku, who still had his arm linked with Hinata and chatting
aimlessly. Haku, the jealous type…? He couldn’t
picture it, yet at the same time, it seemed plausible. He made a mental note to
ask Haku about it later and decided against pressing Temari for more
information.
Once
they were inside and were standing in line to pay for their shoes and a game,
Naruto noticed Sasuke hanging back from everyone else and looking slightly
embarrassed. “Hey, Sasuke?” he asked softly, concerned. “What’s wrong?”
Sasuke
blushed and turned away to hide it. “I’ve never…” The rest of his sentence was mumbled, and Naruto couldn’t hear it over the noises of
the bowling alley.
“I’m
sorry… I didn’t quite catch that. What?”
Sasuke
turned back, his eyes closed and his face bright red. Louder than he meant to,
he admitted, “I’ve
never bowled before!”
TenTen
turned around and smiled. “Really, Sasuke-kun? I
haven’t, either!”
He
turned a little less red. “R—Really?”
She
nodded, still smiling. “Really really.” She laughed.
“Don’t worry. We’ll suck together.”
Sasuke
flashed a weak smile. “Thank you…TenTen-chan.”
“Besides,
you should see Gaara bowl!” Temari quipped. “We’ve been bowling since we were
kids, and he’s never bowled above a 100!”
“Is…Is
that bad?” Sasuke asked, confused.
“…Well,
it’s not good.”
Even
though he had never bowled before and his ball rarely hit more than one pin at
a time, afterward, Sasuke had to admit that he had a really
good time. Both Temari and Naruto broke 200; Kiba had 190 points; Haku,
TenTen, and Sasuke were in the low 100s; and Gaara bowled an embarrassingly low
score of 52.
As
they were leaving, TenTen jumped up on a bench so she was towering
over the others. “And now for a post-bowling tradition—!”
“I
thought you had never been bowling before,” Kiba remarked.
TenTen
rolled her eyes. “So? That doesn’t mean I can’t make up traditions! Anyway! Let’s go get ice cream!!!”
Pein
tapped Sasuke on the shoulder and handed him a cell phone, which the brunette took warily. He made several noncommittal sounds
before closing the phone gently; the expression on his face, however, could
have sent the world’s fiercest criminals scurrying for cover.
“What’s
wrong?” Naruto asked, never having seen this sort of expression before.
“Itachi,”
Sasuke snarled. He closed his eyes and brought his anger level back down toward
normal. “I’m sorry, but he wants me to come home. Thanks for inviting me to go
bowling, though. I had fun.”
“You
can’t stay any longer?” Haku pouted.
Sasuke
shook his head, his ebony locks swaying hypnotically with the simple motion. “I
wish I could, but Itachi sounded pretty upset. I have to go back to Otogakure
tomorrow for the movie shoot, and I have to leave around seven to get there on
time.” He surprised himself by having told so much about his life. Usually, he
didn’t offer any sort of explanation, but whenever
Naruto was around…he didn’t feel like acting like his usual callous self.
“Want
me to walk you home?” Naruto asked.
Sasuke
shook his head. “No, that’s all right. I have Pein. Besides, when I get back, I
have to pack and then I’m going to bed.”
“You
sure?”
Sasuke
rocked upward onto the balls of his feet and kissed the blond
lightly on the lips. “Yes, Naruto. I’ll be fine.” He
turned to leave when he felt a light tug on his wrist. When he turned around,
he could only stare into those brilliant blue eyes, full of an emotion Sasuke
hadn’t ever seen before.
“When
will you be home?” Naruto asked worriedly as if he were afraid he would never
see his love again.
“Not
until next Saturday. Well, not this Saturday, but the next one.”
Naruto
frowned. “I—Is it…is it okay if I—I call you? I—I don’t know if I can last that
long without you…”
A
faint smile graced Sasuke’s lips. “Yeah, you can call me…but I don’t know when
my breaks will be. So if you leave a message, I’ll call you back.”
“…Okay.”
Sasuke
turned to leave again when he felt himself being dragged
backward into a strong hug.
“I
love you…”
Naruto’s
words tickled Sasuke’s ear, and he felt a shiver race down his spine as,
simultaneously, his heart skipped a beat before racing forward. He felt a light
blush grace his cheeks when he realized Naruto’s friends were staring. Not
caring what anyone else thought and just enjoying the warmth exuded by the blond, he leaned back into the hug and whispered, “I love
you, too, Naruto…but I really need to go or else Itachi will be pissed.”
“…Okay.”
Naruto
watched the door close behind his lover and was unaware how much time passed
until Gaara quite literally hit him in the back of the head.
“Ow! Teme!!! What was that for?”
Gaara
rolled his eyes. “We’ve been calling your name for nearly a minute. I suggested
leaving you, but the others insisted on waiting.”
“Yeah,
yeah, whatever…”
Okay,
no joke.
Last time I went bowling, I bowled a 42, which was an improvement from the last
time, when I bowled a 36. It would have been a 27, but my friend Dan bowled a
spare for me to put me out of my misery. And the time before that I went
bowling, the ball stuck to my fingers weirdly, and the ball went behind me instead of down the lane. And
I’m sure right now you’re probably thinking, “Aww,
how cute! She was, what…six? Seven?” No. This was
recently. I’m voting age now. (Doesn’t that make you sleep more easily at
night, that my vote can count for the presidential election? ;)) I just really
suck at bowling. End of story. :)
Please
review! :D
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo