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Chapter List
- 1-Rain
- 2-Lollipop
- 3-Chocolate
- 4-Dinner
- 5-A Normal Day
- 6-Tattoo
- 7-Fireworks
- 8-Cotton Candy
- 9-Eyeglasses
- 10-Sleep
- 5
- 6
- 7
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
For the first time, the
disclaimer comes before the useless bit of babble.

This is early in their
relationship. Poor Naruto is still insecure about his position in Sasuke�s
life. Sasuke, as is damnably obvious from his personality, is certain about his
feelings, so certain that he�s gotten a�
~*~*~*~*~*~
Tattoo
~*~*~*~*~*~
- - - -
�Hey�� a soft voice
murmured, one quiet night.
�Mmm?�
The blond rose a little,
watching his fingers trail over the silky, white skin. It was smooth, soft but
firm, all the muscles trained to perfection. Absolute perfection. Except for�
�What�s this?� he asked,
brushing repeatedly across a wide black band on his lover�s chest. It spanned
the distance from mid-chest to just around his side, his right nipple seemingly
lost in a sea of black. His fingers gravitated around it in an
ever-constricting circle.
The brunette tilted his
head to watch him. �A tattoo.�
�Like Gaara?� he murmured
against the mark, struck by a desire to get it off. Black tongues of fire
branded on the otherwise flawless skin�it was too much like the curse seal, too
much like Orochimaru�s taint. He didn�t want it anywhere near his Prince. He
nuzzled the pink bud to life and looked at it thoughtfully. �Why?�
�So I wouldn�t forget.�
He sighed as the expectant look was transferred from his flesh to his eyes. �It�s
a long story and it�s too bothersome to tell. Let�s just go to sleep.�
�I want to know.� The
blond said stubbornly, pushing the hand off his partner�s eyes. �Tell me.�
�You never asked before.�
�I wasn�t interested
before. Now I am, so tell me.� He pushed himself off the bed, angling his body
over his lover�s, and frowned when the brunette put his arm over his eyes
again. He latched his mouth onto the tattoo-bordered nipple, intent on having
his way.
�You dobe.� Sasuke
grumbled, pushing back the golden fringe to look into determined crystal-blue
eyes.
His lover gave him a
familiar smirk and rolled the captive nub between his teeth, a move he knew
would get him anything. It was unfair to pull out the big guns so early in the
game, but he was always prepared to play dirty, especially if it was Sasuke.
The hand still in his hair fisted as the brunette moaned throatily.
�F-fine!� He gasped out.
The blond smirked again and detached himself after one last suck, and he threw
him a very half-hearted glare. �Manipulative bastard.�
�I always get what I want.�
The smaller one said triumphantly.
�Ha.� But he couldn�t get
angry. The small hand was still spread on his chest and his folded around it,
holding it instinctively, and sappily, over his heart, right in the middle of
the mark. �I got it when I got back from Sound.�
�Why?�
�I wanted to.� He got a
pout, and he knew Naruto didn�t believe him, but he also knew the blond wouldn�t
press him if he really didn�t want to answer.
�Did it hurt?�
He nodded. Despite
everything, the blond was the over-protective one. �The first time.�
�The first�you have more?�
The brunette turned on
his side in answer, facing away from him. He felt the fingertips trace the
figure and smiled. He knew it by heart. After all, he�d drawn the design
himself.
�She�s beautiful��
He smiled again, the action
hidden by the pillow. �Is he?�
He? The blond wondered.
Impossible. The angel was ethereal, but unbelievably sexy at the same time. She
was standing sideways, with her back turned to the viewer, her long legs
encased in white thigh-high boots. White was the ongoing theme. She was wearing
miniscule shorts, white, and a tight tank top that ended just below her shoulder
blades. The extremely detailed wings burst out of her back, spread wide, as
long as she was tall. Her long golden hair was blown by an unseen breeze, and
she was peeking over her shoulder. As a finishing touch, a blood-red ribbon
wound around her body, one end snaking around her right leg, and the other
around her extended left arm. She was as perfect and as untouchable as Sasuke.
�Who is she?�
�He.� corrected the
brunette, still on his side. �Someone I think about all the time. I think of
him as my guardian angel.�
The blond swallowed,
suddenly feeling uncomfortable. Now he knew why Sasuke always wanted the lights
off when they had sex. It was so he wouldn�t see this other love of his life. He
felt like someone had grabbed a hold of his throat and was squeezing slowly. But now that he�d seen, he had to know. He had
to know, even though it would kill him. �Who��
�Why don�t you take
another look?�
He looked back at the
tattoo unwillingly. Perfect form, otherworldly glamour, an unparalleled beauty,
and most definitely a she. How could he compare to this? He gulped and peered
closer. Maybe there was some identifying mark, or a puzzle of some sort, like
it was written into the pattern of her feathers or something. Then his eyes
caught something and he couldn�t believe it, something other than blood red,
golden yellow and stark white, something he saw in the mirror everyday, the
color of the endless sea and sky, an unbelievably, impossible, unnatural shade
of blue.
�That�that�s me��
he whispered in shock, his own blue eyes wide.
�Really?� his lover said,
turning over once again, the angel disappearing under the bed sheets. �What
makes you think that?�
�Her eyes�his eyes�they�re
like mine�why?�
�Possibly because every
time that guardian angel looks over my shoulder, all he sees is you�maybe he�s
always been looking at you and you�ve never even noticed,� he said, looking
firmly at the ceiling.
�Always looking at me��
�You wanted to know why I
got a tattoo. Both times it was because
I was filled with an emotion that was too big to express, and I couldn�t get
rid of it. I got used to bottling it up all the time, and when I wanted to let
it out, I couldn�t. But pain I could deal with, so I had them do this, and it
felt easier when I was done, like I had put my emotions outside me, and even if
anyone saw, it wouldn�t matter because only I know what they mean. It�s like a
promise to myself, something I�m reminded of every time in the mirror.
Everywhere I go, I feel it, because I remember the pain, and the reason why I had
that pain in the first place. I always want to feel it, because it means I�m
alive, it means I have something to fall back on. Even if it�s just pain, I�ll
carry it with me forever, just the pain and the memories I�ll make.�
He cleared his throat, and
it sounded abnormally loud in the silence. �I always want to carry a piece of
you with me, Naruto, anywhere I go.�
He felt the bed shift,
and then a warm body was pressed against him, the scent of apples invaded his
nose, and a small hand was placed on his chest. �Sasuke�if it�s just pain�than
I must have you tattooed in my heart��
- - - - -
The next night, the
brunette came home only to be treated to an almighty slap and the sight of a
radiantly furious, and incidentally shirtless, Naruto.
�What the--�
�You bastard! You didn�t
tell me how much it hurt!�
�What are you talking
about?�
�This!�
It was an angel, all in
black. It stood arrogantly, facing the viewer with an arm in its back pocket,
the black-feathered wings half-closed. The unbuttoned pants were tight-fitting
leather, molded to muscled legs and ending in combat boots with the laces half
undone. The calf-length trench coat, also leather, hung open, exposing acres of
bronzed chest and toned stomach. The
red ribbon was there as well, twining around his left leg and around his right
arm, also quite seductively held in his fanged mouth. It was blatantly male. There
was possibly no way in hell that it could be mistaken for a woman. It was also
obviously Sasuke.
�It hurt like a son of a
three-ton cow! You have no idea how embarrassing it is to cry in the middle of
a body-piercing shop!�
The brunette snickered as
he turned around, and before he got another slap, drew the blond in gently by
the hips and kissed him. And then kissed him again, and again, until he forgot
all about it.
Later, when the night was
quiet once more, he whispered into the sleeping blond�s hair.
�You really are such a
dobe.�
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- - Author�s Notes - - -
Naruto can�t cuss to save
his life. (snicker)
It�d be so cool if
someone drew Naruto the Guardian Angel�and Sasuke the Avenging Angel, if you
want, bound together by the red ribbon of fate (is a shameless sap).
You know the kind of
stories that, after you read them, you go around and then you see something and
you remember the story and squee? I wanted to make a light fic like that about
tattoos, but as always, it didn�t turn out as I wanted and became angsty and
argh. I don�t know if Sasuke�s explanation made any sense. Someone tell me if
it did. I�ve never gotten a tattoo, and I�m too wimpy to try it (that alone
should tell you all that I�m a girl). And I don�t know whether there are really
such detailed tattoos around�
I wanted to make an
impression, dammit!
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