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Chapter Two
The Transfer Student

April 25, 2016
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“I don’t know why you’re letting it bother you,” Shikamaru shrugged, “you know how Sakura is. This whole thing will blow over and you two will be back to pissing each other off like usual.”
Elbow to the table, chin in hand, azure eyes clouded with dejection, Naruto gazed out at the sunny day beyond the cafeteria window.
“It felt different this time,” he told the group.
“You always say that,” Kiba huffed with a roll of his eyes, “you two have been breaking up and making up since middle school. I don’t even know why you two stayed together this long to be honest. All you seem to do is fight.”
Naruto turned to glare, though the denial wouldn’t pass his lips. Even he knew it was true. He and Sakura fought ALL the time. Every week, sometimes every day in a single week. That’s just the type of relationship they had. They were fiery, passionate people in their own respect. When two people felt strongly, lacked a filter and gave no fucks about restraint of course they’d butt heads…
A lot…
It wasn’t that unusual, was it?
“Shut up,” he blustered, “you sound like my mom, ‘ttebayo.”
Surprisingly, his fiery, short-tempered mother didn’t think their relationship was so great either. She liked Sakura fine, just…not with him. They were too much alike, they ‘clashed’ rather than ‘meshed’ according to Kushina Uzumaki. She thought a girl that was just like her wasn’t suited for his rough around the edges personality. Directly contradicting the directive she’d given him as a little boy.
‘When you grow big and strong, make sure you find a girl that’s just like your pretty mother, sweetheart.’
Well, unknowingly, he had done just that. Now all of a sudden she’d been ‘joking’ when she told him that. Now he needed a mellow, down to earth girl that was just as pretty as his mother. He was half convinced she’d never be happy with any girl he dated. The few that made it to an introduction to his parents hadn’t impressed the exacting redhead. They either, quote, “weren’t good enough for my son” or “weren’t a good match for my son”. Only the best for her boy. Meanwhile dad told him to go after whatever made him happy, but to really think carefully about who or what he believed would make him happy.
Sakura made him happy, even if his mother wasn’t too keen on it.
Dad had told him his mother was so fussy about him because he’d been so close to dying as a newborn. Premature, underdeveloped with low prospects of survival, that incident had traumatized the otherwise tough as steel redhead. Even though that itty bitty baby had grown into a healthy young man, his mom still saw that tiny baby she’d carried for seven and a half months, struggling to live.
“Your mom’s hot,” was Kiba’s reply.
Blonde brow twitching, Naruto debated if knocking the snot out of his childhood friend in the middle of lunch would net him a three or five-day suspension.
Three days would get him yelled at by mom and lectured by dad.
Five days would get him bellowed at by mom, lectured by dad and the loss of his car for a week.
It was almost worth it.
Almost.
“First of all,” the irritated blonde began, “shut the hell up. Second, that’s disgusting, and if you make me throw up my lunch you’re gonna leave here with a broken arm. Third, what the flying fuck does that have to do with anything?”
“You know how he is,” Shikamaru sighed, “any mention of your mom and that’s the first thought that pops into his tiny little brain.”
“That’s the only thought that pops into his head about any pretty woman,” Choji added from his place next to Shikamaru.
True enough.
Mutt face was more sex crazed than he was, and that was saying something. His libido often got him in trouble with Sakura, she was always dancing away from his hands and blocking his kisses, sometimes outright slapping his face for being too clingy and focused on sex. Kiba wouldn’t live to see eighteen with her. Naruto realized that early on when the girls they grew up with began to “blossom” and the boys around them began to notice. Kiba had been a devout regular on the wrong side of a bitch slap from their newly developed female friends and still he hadn’t learned his lesson.
Naruto doubted he ever would. Most of them were only a few months from adulthood, some already eighteen and yet, Kiba Inuzuka was still a decade behind them all maturity wise.
“What’s wrong with that?” Mutt face shrugged, “everyone’s got their own hobby.”
“Man whorin’ ain’t a hobby.” Naruto deadpanned.
“Says you. A hobby is anything you like doing in your spare time," Kiba told them, ignoring the eye rolls and dismissive scuffs that followed his declaration, before continuing, "you’re one to talk. You ain’t exactly chaste yourself.”
"So what? Me and you are not the same. You go through more girls in a week than I've been with in an entire year."
“That’s cuz you keep wasting your time running after Sakura. You’d be as bad as me if you weren’t so caught up in gettin’ your lights punched out by a girl that’s clearly not as into you as you are her. You’d be sittin’ right next to me in the man whore club.”
Naruto pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Why do we let him sit with us again?” he questioned the group.
The guys around him shrugged.
“Oh shut up,” Kiba said, “you guys would be bored stupid without me. I’m the life of this party. What would a blonde haired masochist, a chubby cheeked garbage disposal, a lazy mostly brain not enough personality douche, a bug obsessed sunglasses wearing stick in the mud, a bushy browed sickeningly upbeat headache, and an emotionally crippled suspected robot, know about fun? You guys need me.”
Silence filled the table then…
“This is your fault. You invited him to sit with us, Naruto.”
The blonde masochist sent the lazy mostly brain, not enough personality douche an incredulous look.
“When the hell did I do that?”
“Back when we were kids and your mom made us a bunch of water balloons to throw at each other at the park. Remember? When we sat down to eat lunch next to the sandbox, you invited him over to eat and let him throw the rest of the water balloons with us. Thanks to you, we’ve been stuck with him ever since.”
Naruto sighed.
“You’re right. My bad, dattebayo.”
Choji cackled while mutt face presented the group with a rude finger.
“Speaking of Lee and Sai, where’d those two go anyway?” Choji questioned.
"You didn't ask about me, Choji."
The deep voice startled the group. They turned to one end of the table to see Shino sitting with his lunch. A lunch that was half eaten, indicating he’d been there a while.
"Fuck Shino," Naruto growled, "you scared the crap outta us. Say something next time!"
Not that he thought the other teen would do it. Shino never announced his presence. He just rolled up to the scene and started talking, not giving a shit who he scared in the process. Naruto was convinced it wasn’t a matter of them not noticing his presence, but more of him sneaking up on them just because he could. His face was usually impassive, but the blonde was convinced he took enjoyment in watching them jump.
“Anyway, Lee hurt his wrist in his sparing match with Sasuke this morning,” Naruto explained, “he’s getting it checked out by the nurse to see if he can participate in practice after school today. Even if he doesn’t get the all clear, he’s probably gonna try and sneak in anyway. That guy doesn’t know the meaning of ‘give up’. And you know Sai, he’s probably outside sketching. I think he was headed out back, either that or he’s in the bathroom.”
“Lee’s still going after Sasuke?” Shikamaru questioned.
“Yep. I keep telling him, if he can’t beat me then how the hell’s he gonna beat Sasuke? Much as I hate to admit it, that asshole is pretty damn good.”
It burned to admit that. In every martial arts club their school had to offer, from primary to now, Naruto had always topped the class. Having trained beneath his father and Godfather Jiraiya, he’d never had much competition until his second year of high school, when Sasuke Uchiha joined. He didn’t know what kinda training that dark haired, dark eyes guy had undergone, but it damn sure gave him a run for his money. They were closely matched and yet somehow, someway, every time they fought, Naruto always had to struggle in order to eek out a victory. He didn’t mind having to work hard to win, he never had, quite the opposite. He enjoyed a challenge, but his problem with Sasuke was his lack of passion for the art of combat and his dismissal of sportsman like conduct. He kept himself separate from his fellow martial arts practitioners. It irritated him to no end, especially since the other man seemed unfazed, unruffled and uncaring throughout every fight. His ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude rubbed him the wrong way to be honest. He was glad that pain in the neck wasn’t apart of their class this year.
The last thing he wanted to do was share space with him before graduation.
Shoot boxing was enough.
“You’re one to talk about not knowing the meaning of ‘give up’. You’re as hard-headed as Lee.”
Naruto exhaled exasperation through his lips.
“Now what the hell are you going on about?”
Instead of answering, the troublemaker nudged his head in the direction of another table. Across the lunch room, Sakura sat among her girlfriends, laughing, eating, not seeming to have a care in the world nor an interest in looking his way. She never looked like she cared when they were on a break. She’d hang out with her bestie Ino, goof around with Tenten and Karui or ignore him with Temari.
He pouted.
“Instead of mooning over Sakura, why not play your hand somewhere else?”
Frowning, the aggravated blonde turned back to Kiba. The shaggy haired teen merely nudged his head towards the lunchroom archway. Another girl had entered the cafeteria. One that was hell bent on avoiding eye contact with any and everybody. He knew what her eyes looked like, even though she kept them perpetually glued to the ground. The whole class had been abuzz when they first encountered those strange pupiless eyes. Many found them kinda creepy, him included. Not that he was one to talk or would ever say so aloud to her or anyone else. He might not have creepy features, but he did have some strange ones. The whisker marks on his cheeks, the ones that made him look like a fox were pretty unique. Not to mention he had a pretty strange verbal tic courtesy of his mother. A lot of kids in this city had unique traits that weren’t really…explainable.
Konoha was a strange place, with a strange background, founded eons ago by strange shinobi. It had a great number among the population with various abnormalities, his own whiskered cheeks were a testament to that.
He was the last person to make fun of anybody’s features.
Freaky though her eyes may be, at the very least he could say she wasn’t unattractive. She was pretty to be sure, beautiful actually. Big eyes, thick lashes, lush mouth, cute little petite nose, but for the missing pupils, she had a stunning face.
She wore the same uniform as any of the other girls, but she filled it out in a way not many could. Dark hair, ramrod straight, swung just below the plump bottom outlined by the deep navy colored skirt, a skirt given extra width by the lush flare of her hips. The simple, short sleeved sailor top, with its crisp white fabric and cute navy bow looked strained by the heavy breasts beneath it and with the sharp intake of her little waist, there was a significant rising of the hem of her shirt that she seemed to try and minimize by buttoning her skirt a bit higher. He didn’t think for a second her skirt was pulled that high out of a sense of fashion like the girls he knew. With the skirt only a few inches from her knees, it left her creamy legs attractively bare. Coupled with those pearly white, knee high stockings with the navy line at the top, she painted a very erotic picture despite the shyness that followed her like a banner.
To say she was sexually appealing was an understatement. He himself wouldn’t be opposed to getting his hands on her for a few hours of extracurricular activity, but that’d be the extent of his interest.
She wasn’t his type.
Hinata Hyuuga was afraid of her own shadow.
A real life dandere.
He liked girls with a lot more spine than she presented.
Sakura was fire and passion, speaking her mind, and swinging her fist at anyone that sought to cross any line she drew, including him…especially him. She was vivacious and lively, never was there a dull moment between them, good or bad. This wallflower looked like she’d wilt the moment anyone breathed hard in her direction. Hardly ideal for someone like him. He was energetic and short tempered, he often stuck his foot in his mouth and didn’t mind swinging his fists either.
She kept her head down as she traversed the lunchroom and sat at the table to the left in the back corner, far away from everyone.
Definitely not his type.
“There’s that hot Hyuuga girl that transferred two weeks ago.”
“Yeah, so what? Just because we’re not together right now doesn’t mean I’m gonna jump right on to the next girl. I’m not giving up on Sakura,” he insisted, “besides, Hyuuga’s not my type anyway.”
“Nobody said you had to give up on Sakura, and how the hell would you know what your type is anyway, you never date anybody long enough to figure that out. It’s always Sakura this and Sakura that. If nothing else, she’ll give you something to do while you wait for whatever the hell you two are arguing about now to blow over. Not to mention I heard from a certain somebody that Sakura does get jealous when she see’s you with another girl, she just doesn’t let you know that.”
He lifted a blonde brow.
Now what he was saying was interesting.
Sakura rarely got jealous in front of him, he was usually the one that got all irritated and aggravated when guys hit on her, it’d be nice to turn the tables and actually see it for himself.
He always repeated the same empty threat every time they broke up. That he’d move on and get with some other girl but had always been too afraid to do it though. He had this fear that if he went that route, if he tried his hand with another girl, Sakura would move on without a care in the world and somehow, that would devastate him more than their frivolous breakups. Sure, he went on a date or ten, messed around here and there when he and Sakura weren’t together and he got lonely or horny, but he made sure she never saw or caught wind of it. Sakura didn’t really extend him that courtesy. She flirted where he could see, even dated a guy or two in their school. Things like that made him feel as though he were more in love with her than she was with him, to quote mutt face.
Maybe he was going about this all wrong. He wore his heart on his sleeve for Sakura and as his friends stated, the two of them broke up and made up faster than most people changed socks. As bad as this fight had been, Sakura always took him back eventually, and even though he was a little bummed out about it, deep down he had no doubt this time would be no different.
But…
Did he really wanna keep repeating the same cycle?
Did he really wanna keep making this easy for her?
To keep having to be the one begging her to come back?
No, not even a little bit.
He wanted her to feel as deeply about him as he did her, he wanted her to beg him to come back instead of the other way around for once.
If she saw him with someone else, if his empty threat wasn’t so empty this time around, maybe the next time they made up she wouldn’t be so eager to breakup with him again. Maybe she’d fear, the way he did, that there would be no coming back next time.
His lips pursed.
“Why her though?” he asked, “she never talks to anybody and I don’t see her wanting to talk to me, let alone go out with me. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever heard her say shit before, dattebayo.”
His brow creased.
Searching his memory, he couldn’t think of a single instance, not even when she first arrived, clutching her bag to her chest, eyes to the floor. The teacher had done the introduction in her stead, and when attendance was taken, she merely raised a hand, rather than call out her presence.
Maybe she was a mute or something.
“Word on the street is she likes you,” Kiba shrugged.
Naruto gave him a disbelieving look.
First of all, he didn’t believe a word of it. Not once had he heard a rumor about the quiet girl crushing on him, nor would he believe it if someone else had told him.
Second, that mutt never did anything without something else in mind, he had to be making this up.
Naruto stared him down.
A beat later, he caved.
“Okay, maybe a few of the guys are bettin’ on whether or not any of us can get with her. Fuck man, look at her. You ever see a girl that hot in our class? Problem is, she doesn’t talk to anyone, she doesn’t have any girlfriends as a go between, and she always runs away when guys get near her. She’s like this elusive, albeit really pretty, damn bird that nobody can catch,” he complained, “but its true ya know, I heard she likes you.”
“From who?” the blonde questioned, “you just said she doesn’t talk to anybody and she doesn’t have any friends.”
“Sakura’s always been pretty popular, but Miss, short, dark and lush here tops even Ino Yamanaka in the sex appeal totem. Whole school’s been talking about her and it’s been irritating the fuck outta a lot of girls. Sakura’s one of those girls, and apparently the busty new transfer student looks at you when you’re not paying attention and has this cute pink on her cheeks. Heard that from Ino, who told Sakura, who looked pretty fuckin annoyed to hear that. ”
“Oh yeah?” he murmured, definitely interested in that last tidbit of information.
Curious blue eyes swung to the girl in question. Dark head bowed, quietly eating a serving of rice, Hinata Hyuuga didn’t seem to be aware of anyone. She looked only at the food in her lunch box. Did she really look at him and blush?
He found it hard to believe.
Not that a girl liked him. He was actually very popular among the female population, at school, at his summer job, walking around minding his business, he got approached pretty regularly. The lone woman way across the room, however, didn’t seem like she’d ever looked a boy in the eye let alone developed a crush on one. She didn’t want to be noticed by anybody, let alone a person of the opposite sex.
“She ain’t my type but at least she’s got good taste.”
Kiba rolled his eyes, “oh please, good taste where?”
“You’re just mad she doesn’t want you sniffing around her.”
“Whatever, shut the hell up. You in or not?”
He shrugged.
If it would make Sakura jealous, it was worth a try, maybe then he wouldn’t be the only one afraid to lose what they had to someone else.
“Yeah,” he shrugged, “probably gonna be like talking to a wall, but at least the wall is pretty.”
“By the way, there’s a ¥20,000 bet if you can get in her skirt.”
“Like I give a shit,” Naruto dismissed, “me and Sakura will probably be back together before I even get anywhere near her skirt, and you know I don’t do stupid ass bets like that anyway. I leave that to idiots like you ‘ttebayo. Don’t come crying to me when you catch something doing that stupid shit.”
That said, he stood up and grabbed his tray.
“The hell are you goin’?” Kiba questioned.
“To go get a new girlfriend, obviously.”
He could feel eyes on his back, not just from his friends, as his long legs carried him towards the back of the lunch room. Always one to dive right in, he sat down in the empty seat opposite her.
“Yo.”
Wide milky eyes stared across the table at him. Disconcerted at being the focus of those creepy eyes, Naruto gave a small, uncomfortable chuckle, his own gaze settling slightly over her shoulder. Until he got used to…looking at her eyes, it’d be best not to gaze into them.
“Sorry to drop in on ya,” he began, “I kinda wanted to talk to you about something, dattebayo. I was gonna do it before we had lunch but I couldn’t find you after class.”
The lie rolled cleanly from his lips, and while he had never been a good liar, he felt like he had done a pretty good job. Though, he couldn’t judge from her reaction. She seemed stunned into silence, whether it was because the rumor that she liked him was true and she didn’t know how to react to the actual presence of her crush, or if he had been right and it really was gonna be like talking to a brick wall.
“You mind being my tutor? When I passed out our test results last week you were the only one with a perfect score. I’m decent at calc but if I don’t start working on it, I’m gonna fall behind.”
That at least was true. She had scored a perfect 20, and he was barely hanging on in calculus.
She was staring at him, her moon colored eyes wide and twinkling. Then she blinked, slow and languidly… Dull pink tinted her cheeks, taking him off guard. He didn’t think for a second it was due to simple embarrassment, nor was it particularly warm in the cafeteria. With the way she was looking at him, he knew.
For once, that mutt was right.
Hinata Hyuuga with the pretty face and freaky eyes really did like him.
He…wasn’t sure how he felt about that to be honest. Wasn’t the first time a girl had had a crush on him, not that he was conceited, but he wasn’t unaware of his own appeal. With his father’s blonde hair and blue eyes, his tanned skin, towering height and martial arts honed body, he knew he was above average in the looks department, and with his new haircut, his features had sharpened even more, granting the maturity of the adult he was six months away from becoming. It never bothered him that girls liked him, nor when they confessed said feelings to his face, but this girl in front of him…
It felt…kinda strange.
Weird actually and not in a good way.
He’d encountered shy girls that liked him before, but Hinata Hyuuga seemed beyond shy. Withdrawn. Sullen. Depressing. Those terms seemed better suited for her. His gaze slid from her disconcerting eyes and clashed incidentally with emerald. Sakura was watching them, and knowing her the way he did, she didn’t look the least bit pleased.
Something else that mutt had been right about.
Sakura was jealous. He turned pointedly back to the quiet girl at the table, throwing on his biggest, brightest, handsomest smile.
‘Get a good look, Sakura-chan,’ he gloated silently.
“I know its kinda sudden, and you don’t really know me from a hole in the wall, but since you’re new and all, and us being classmates, I figured this would be a good way to get help and get to know you better”
More silence and a deepening of the pink on her cheeks. He bit back a sigh. This seemed like it was gonna be more work than it was worth. Maybe he should try some other girl, one that would actually answer him when he spoke to her. Though it probably wouldn’t have as much as an impact considering Sakura was already fixated on the dynamic between him and the one across from him.
“I guess you’re really shy, huh?” he murmured, “I get it. That’s okay. You don’t have to give me an answer right away, dattebayo. Take a day or two and think it over, no pressure. I’ll wait in the library during study hall the rest of the week, and if you show up then we’ll go from there.”
Her gaze skirted from his, and he could see her fingers twining the material of her skirt.
Good grief.
“Well, I’m gonna head back to my friends. If you don’t show up that’s cool too,” he stood, taking his tray with him, “later.”
He may as well have left his lunch with the guys. That hadn’t gone remotely the way he though it would. A tiny bit of conversation, at least enough to make a dent in the fifteen minutes left to eat…clearly that wasn’t happening.
“Jeez Naruto, don’t you know anything about tact, decorum?” Shikamaru asked the moment he reclaimed his seat, “you can’t just bum-rush your way through everything. Use your head for once.”
“Hey Kiba, he’s using those big words again, what’s he talking about?” Naruto questioned.
“Beats me, forgot my dictionary.”
“Idiots.” Shikamaru sighed.
The group laughed. He might have been empty headed during his early years, but Naruto was no dummy. His father had seen to that and his nagging mother had re-enforced it even though, once again, he’d inherited his academic struggles directly from her. He just didn’t have time for tact, decorum or tip-toeing, he never had. Another Kushina trait, but one he certainly didn’t mind. It gave him the confidence he wore like a badge of honor.
“I would ask what she said, but we could see from here her lips didn’t move once,” Kiba said.
“Nope. Not once,” the blonde confirmed.
“So?”
“So what?”
“You know what asshole, quit playing stupid.”
“Hey Shikamaru, the uneducated one is saying something but I don’t understand. Care to translate for me?”
“Nope, got too many braincells to understand that language, sorry dude.”
“Fuckin idiots,” mutt face huffed.
Once he finished laughing, Naruto gave in.
“I told her I needed her help studying calc and to meet me in the library if she wanted to help, then I left, ‘ttebayo. She’s either gonna show up or she’s not.”
“And if she doesn’t?”
He shrugged.
“Dunno, depends on where me and Sakura-chan are, and if I’m in the mood to talk to myself again.”
The group headed back to their homeroom class, parting ways with Sai and Choji as they continued to the designated homeroom of Group B. News was already making their rounds, loud whispers circling the spacious room the moment they returned to class.
“Guess Uzumaki and Hyuuga are about to be the new IT couple,” Yui whispered.
“Figures,” Sara huffed, “he finally starts dating girls from our class and he goes for the big boobed new girl.”
“Right? Talk about bad luck,” she complained, “we’re graduating soon, if he starts dating her nobody else will get a chance before we’re off to University.”
“Well they’re not together yet, maybe I can snag him before he get’s too deep into it.”
“Oh please, if he was gonna date you he’d have done it last year. He and Sakura broke up constantly and not once did he take you up on the offer.”
“You’re one to talk, he didn’t want you either.”
“Oh shut up.”
“Guess this means its officially over with Sakura. He must of broken up with her this time. He’s talking to another girl while she’s glaring at him like she wants to punch him in the face. Did you see her at lunch today? Never seen her jealous before.”
Striving to keep the cocky grin from his face, Naruto strode over to his seat closest to the window, the guys following as they usually did. Lee leaned against the flat surface just before the point where the window jutted out, Shino sat sideways in his assigned desk in front of the blonde, while Shikamaru sat in his own to Naruto’s right and Kiba folded himself into his seat behind him.
“One conversation and the whole classroom’s going crazy,” Kiba chuckled.
“It’s pretty big news,” Shikamaru shrugged, “not just because the new girl let a guy get ten feet near her, but also because this knuckle head never showed an interest in any girl from school. He’s always hidden his little girlfriends outside school grounds in case Sakura sees him dating while they’re broken up. Why, I’ll never know.”
“Good, because you don’t need to know,” Naruto muttered.
“She let Uzumaki sit with her, maybe I should try that,” Mizuki mulled, “if that’s all it takes-”
“Shhh, here she comes,” Shinji whispered.
The entire class seemed to be holding their breath as the dark-haired female clutching her empty food container entered the room. Eyes to the floor, pink staining her pretty cheeks, Hinata found her seat in the last desk to his far right, tucked away in the corner as she had been at lunch.
As he chatted with his friends, Naruto tuned in to the conversations his classmates were having about this new development.
“Can you believe Uzumaki talked to her? She didn’t even run away from him,” Kohaku whispered, “man, what’d he say to get that close to her? I went to say hi to her the other day and she took off before I could open my mouth.”
“Whatever he said was clearly what she wanted to hear. You see her blushing when she came in?” Shoji replied.
“You think he’s being friendly or trying to get with her?”
“I don’t know man, you know he’s alway’s had a thing for Sakura, then again, Hyuuga-san is really…well you know-”
“Sexy,”
“I was gonna say cute, but yeah, that too.”
“He’s gotta be after her. I don’t know a guy that’s not in line to try. No way he did all that at lunch knowing how it was gonna look if wasn’t planning on-”
“Shhh! Sakura’s coming. You wanna get us punched in the face?”
Sure enough, Sakura, Ino, Karui, and Tenten arrived. Three of the quad sent curious looks between the blonde in question and the attractive transfer student in the back of the room the. Meanwhile, the lone, green-eyed female ignored everyone and took a seat at her desk. She looked composed, but from the snappish way she moved, anyone with eyes could tell she was pretty fucking annoyed and he enjoyed every moment of it.
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Naruto sighed as he opened the front door to the house he shared with his parents. Tall, modern and a little on the pricier side, his family home was one of the newer structures on their block. He was all of twelve years old when they moved in five years ago. Though he’d been a whiny pain in the neck during the move, not wanting to leave his the house he’d grown up in, now in his late teens, he was glad for the change. There was a ton of room for a teenager on the way to manhood. He didn’t feel claustrophobic. The entire downstairs basement was his domain. Renovated and modernized, it afforded him privacy, breathing room and an escape from anything and everything that bothered him, big or small.
“I’m home,” he called out as he slipped his shoes off and traded them for his orange slippers.
He was sore from practice and starving as he normally was after. He wandered through the wide archway, and as he entered the living room, he caught the faintest whiff of something delicious. He followed his nose a few more steps to the kitchen. Bright red hair gleaming against the deep green of her dress, his mother stood at the stove, carefully watching whatever concoction she had in the pot she stirred.
“Welcome home,” she greeted with the cheeky grin she’d passed on to him, “wash your hands and chop up those carrots for me would ya, sweetheart?”
He sighed.
“Mom…”
“Alright alright,” she huffed, releasing the wooden spoon and moving towards him, “wash your hands and chop up those carrots for me would ya, son. I swear, the moment you turned thirteen I lost my sweet little boy.”
He sighed internally, already knowing what was coming. He bent and indulged her a kiss to his forehead. He was too old for her to be calling him sweetheart and he was definitely too old for these forehead kisses, though she snuck them when there was no one around, so it was a fair compromise he could live with.
For now at least.
Setting his backpack down on an island seat, he washed his hands at the sink and started cutting the vegetables.
He finished the carrots, moved on to the potatoes and diced the left over celery.
The door opened shortly after and his father called out a greeting, which he and his mother returned.
His phone buzzed his pocket. He took it out, looked at it then put it back in his pocket. Sakura could wait. He always answered her messages the moment she contacted him while she made it a practice to leave his unread for hours.
Another avenue to give her a taste of her own medicine.
“Hey dad, got some time this weekend?”
His dad shook his head.
“Not this weekend. What did you need?”
“Just wanted to get some practice in. Got a match coming up in a couple weeks, ‘ttebayo.”
“Call your Godfather,” his father suggested, “he’s been asking about you for a while now. He misses his Godson. He thinks you’ve out growing him. Too cool to be seen with a big white haired old guy.”
“I know just how he feels,” his mother announced as she stirred the pot, “too cool for Grandpa Jiraiya, too cool for mommy! Thirteen and suddenly he’s too cool for anybody but dad, ‘ttebane!”
Naruto rolled his eyes.
“Pervy grandpa lives way across town in the middle of nowhere, its boring out there and when he does come to visit all he wants to talk about is women and his judo ‘glory days’,” the teen too cool for his family explained, “and I was embarrassed way before I turned thirteen mom. You were always calling me sweetheart in front of my friends, licking your finger to clean my face, hugging me and kissing me in public and patting me on the head back when you could reach it like I was a little kid. It was embarrassing, dattebayo!”
“What was so embarrassing about it?” she huffed, “so I like to show my son affection, what’s so wrong with that?!”
“Wrong time, wrong place mom!”
“Don’t give me that! You fight it even when you’re home! None of your friends were here a few minutes ago and still a simple ‘sweetheart’ had you all bent outta shape!”
“I’m seventeen! What seventeen-year-old wants to be talked to and treated like a ten-year-old?!”
“One that appreciates an affectionate, loving mother!”
“It has nothing to do with appreciation, dattebayo!”
“It absolutely does, dattebane!”
Ever the mediator, Minato Uzumaki placed himself between the two mean mugging hot heads.
“Alright, how about we agree to disagree on this one.”
“No way dad!,” the younger blonde bulked, “the pet names and all the other embarrassing stuff’s gotta stop! I’m turning eighteen this year! I’m too old for all that!”
Minato sighed, and that exhalation told him all he needed to know.
Dad agreed with him.
“Honey, he’s got a point,” his father told his mother, “he’s nearly an adult. If he doesn’t think ‘sweetheart’ and your very loving, very affectionate hugs, that he secretly loves, are making him uncomfortable, then we should respect his feelings on it.”
Naruto pouted.
‘Never said I didn’t like em so it ain’t exactly a secret dad,’ he thought mutely.
“Oh so you’re taking his side!” his mother accused, abandoning the spoon in the pot to fix both men with a glare, “men always stick together huh? I knew I should’ve had a daughter!”
Another teen eye roll at the announcement. His mom wouldn’t know what to do with a daughter if she didn’t take after her in the tomboy department. Having gone to school with and worked alongside girls and women, his redheaded, hot-headed mother almost always came away annoyed by them. Even his friend’s mothers, who she knew and liked, often irritated her with their girly girl ways.
“Now, now,” Minato soothed, taking one of her balled up fists from her hips and giving it a caress, “you know as well as I do that you’re perfectly happy with the son we have.”
“Hmph,” she pouted, dropping her husband’s hand in favor of the stove, “dinners ready.”
Amused, annoyed, Naruto reached for the table wear and started to set the table. Dinner was lively and fun. The debate from earlier was long forgotten in favor of sharing their day. Dad had spent a busy day at the office. A busy state official, his day was usually long, boring and frustrating, at least to Naruto’s mind. The amount of red tape and bureaucratic bullshit Minato Uzumaki encountered gave him a headache. His mom had spent the day trying to motivate a difficult client. She usually taught self defense classes in a group setting but she also gave private lessons. Apparently one of her female clients didn’t want to mess up her hair or break a nail.
“She’s gonna have to worry about broken bones if she doesn’t take this serious!” Kushina declared.
Naruto laughed, both at his mother’s words and his dad choking on his broth.
“Kushina,” he admonished, coughing in an effort to clear his throat.
“I’m serious! My reputation is on the line, ‘ttebane!”
“Why don’t you drop her then mom?”
Violet eyes holding not an ounce of shame, his mother answered him.
“The pay is good.”
This time, Naruto laughed until his sides ached.
“Kushina,” his dad sighed.
“What?!” the redhead giggled, “as frustrating as this woman is, at least she’s paying good money to get on my nerves. Her premium self defense package ended two months ago, she’s paying extra on top of the normal fee.”
“How unethical,” Naruto gasped.
“Eh, business is business.”
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Belly full and satisfied, dishes cleaned and put away, Naruto landed with a thud on his bed.
His room spanned just as much as the upstairs living room, he’d divided it up into sections.
Coming through the door into his bedroom, his exercise and training equipment lined the wall inside a fairly deep grove in the wall. Beside it, his modest bathroom. In the middle, his pretty sizable flat screen Pervy Grandpa had gotten him for Christmas years ago jutted from the wall, facing the back wall. Below it, inside a metal compartment of the entertainment stand, his collection of movies, and videos were stacked neatly along with his gaming system. His bright orange couch rested against the back wall, a window above it and a back door to its right. To the left, a desk and laptop where he studied, did homework and messed around on websites his mother would bash his skull in for. Across from the ‘learning station’, there was a deep nook that housed his queen-sized bed. He’d turned it side ways leaving only one side to climb into bed.
His walls were painted a deeper orange than his couch, ‘to avoid clashing with your couch, ‘ttebane,’ and his carpet was mellow tan that made both sets of orange ‘pop in different ways, dattebane,’. His sheets were black, his bedspread of course orange but with a reddish hue. Several posters lined the walls, trophies and metals hung on hooks and stood proudly on shelves.
All in all, his room kicked ass, and was the number one hang out spot for him and his friends. Settling on his back Naruto pulled his phone from his pocket and read the message his ex-girlfriend left:
BubbleGumGoddess: lemme guess, that lunchroom stunt was u “moving on”?
It was already working. He couldn’t help the shit eating grin as he typed his reply.
Naruto: whats it 2 u? Last I checked u broke up with me. Y do you care what im doin?
It was working extremely well considering her reply was almost instant.
BubbleGumGoddess: u are so transparent.
Like she had any room to talk. She rarely texted him first and considering the first thing she sent was some catty, mocking question about what had happened at lunch today screamed jealousy. And he was loving every moment of it.
Naruto: and ur jealous.
BubbleGumGoddess: you wish. delusional much?
Naruto: u wouldn’t be texting me if u weren’t.
BubbleGumGoddess: I texted u to tell u that ur an idiot.
The amused glee left him, replaced by aggravation. Again with the insults. She always went there.
Naruto: Right. but the ‘idiot’ part was no where in the first text u sent. All I read was a bitchy, sarcastic question from a jealous ex-girlfriend.
BubbleGumGoddess: delusion and stupid.
Irritation furrowed his brow.
Naruto: u want this stupid, delusional guy so what that make you?
BubbleGumGoddess: too good 4 u but willing to settle!
Naruto: and you call me fucking delusional. You know what? I’m not doing this back and forth shit. Be jealous and bitchy by yourself!
“Everything has to be a fuckin’ argument, ‘ttebayo,” he muttered.
He tossed the phone on his dresser, irritated as hell. Well, he was getting what he wanted wasn’t he? The first sign Sakura was jealous and he couldn’t even enjoy it. She wasn’t jealous and wanting to talk things out. She was jealous, bitchy and spoiling for a fight.
His phone dinged.
He ignored it, got up, threw himself on the couch and turned his TV on instead. It pinged again as he flipped channels. Two more pings sounded from the metal communicator before it finally fell silent. He meant what he said. They’d done this song and dance so many times, the bickering back and forth that led to nowhere. She wanted to keep playing this game, then he’d make new rules. He was through taking what she gave, done taking her shit. When he wasn’t around for her to chew out, when she had to sit and watch him spend his time with another girl instead of pining after her maybe then she would learn how to treat him.
Until then, she could enjoy the show.
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