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In the Mountains	By : Ljiljana Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I have new beta reader for this story; she has an account on
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is a delightful girl, and she was also fast; I am very grateful she agreed to
help me. You should be, too.

Chapter 6

I love kids.

They don�t ask you fifty-seven times a day if you�re feeling
well, they don�t send you conspiratorial looks, and they don�t giggle at your
discomfort when strangers are staring at you. They are nothing like Iruka,
Sakura, or Ino, and I had a wonderful time watching ninja movies from the
eighties with them. There was a lot of jumping around and yelling, commenting
about the nonexistent plot and laughing � I wish everything could be as simple
as interacting with children.

To be honest, I think they were enthusiastic enough about the
classes, probably because there was nothing much to do that far away from
civilization. And because they were mostly boys, and boys always fight. I have
no idea what Neji and Tenten were on about with the whole demonstration thing,
but I was not willing to question them. Not aloud, anyway.

On the day of my first class, when it finally rolled on, two
extraordinary things happened: Sasuke was late, and I was asked out on a date.

But let us start at the beginning.

As usual these days, Sakura was the one to wake me up. Iruka
was disappearing all the time, except for meals. He would take one of his
books, an umbrella � just in case, and probably to protect the book, not
himself � and wander off in an unknown direction. I think he enjoyed being in
the mountains much more then the rest of us did; I can�t even remember if he
had an actual vacation before. It made me happy that I was the one who got us there.
It was about time to start giving back what I got from him.

I woke up with a wildly-grinning Sakura bent over me.

�Come on,� she said. �Get up. It�s a big day today.�

That was the precise reason to stay in bed, if you ask me. The
�big day� involved doing things I wanted very much and didn�t want to do at
all, like wrestling around with Sasuke. It was kind of scary even thinking
about it. What if he got too close and I froze? What if something inappropriate
happened? What if we ended up fighting for real and he won? Thinking about all the things that could go wrong, I
groaned and turned away from Sakura. She smacked me in the head.

�Up! We need to find you something to wear.�

That got my attention, just enough to mumble, �Kimono.�

The door of the closet shrieking was the only response for a
few seconds. Then Sakura said, �I threw that away yesterday.�

�What? You did what?�
I asked, much more awake now. Kimonos are not cheap. I was saving money for
months to buy that one.

�It had a big hole on the side. I don�t know how we missed
it before.�

I was tempted to call her a liar. There was no hole as much
as I could see yesterday when I double-checked the kimono, but what could she
possibly gain from throwing it away?

I ended up in some sweatpants. They are not, technically,
bad for this kind of thing, as long as you can move without problems. I�m used to
my hakamas, though; they were much more loose. I always feel like everyone is looking
at my ass without them, which is ridiculous but knowing it is not shaking the
feeling away.

That�s to say, my day started in a very shitty way. The second surprise that waited for me after
breakfast was that everybody gathered in the hotel dojo to watch our first
training. If I wasn�t nervous before, now I would have to be.

The kids were sitting down on the mats and waved when I
walked in. I had no time to bond with them properly, because Tenten and Lee
were always dragging them somewhere, but I think I did a wonderful job the
previous night. I knew the names and, more or less, which name went with which
kid.

Shikamaru and Chouji were always together, best friends. They
seemed to me more mature than their age (thirteen and twelve, respectively),
and they were much calmer and quieter than the rest. The loudest one, the one
who reminded me of me but with dark hair, was Konohamaru. He was always
yelling, always running and jumping. From what I saw when he was imitating
things we were watching previous night, he was also talented in the martial
arts. I think the red-headed girl that was always with him was Moegi, but I couldn�t
remember what name belonged to the other boy.

Tenten was, as always, with kids, just a little on the side.
I expected her. She told me she was planning to use the fact I was there to
learn how to kick Neji�s and Lee�s asses because she never managed to do that
when they were kids. It was probably not
a good idea to teach someone how to beat your boss, but in my opinion, Neji
deserved it. Besides, you can�t seriously teach someone how to fight
efficiently in just a couple of months, even if you try.

Lee was nearby, ready as always to help. I think I somehow
forgot to tell you more about him, not that there is much to say. I liked him.
He was energetic and nice, and it seemed that he developed a rather intense
crush on Sakura. In turn, she was not very nice to him, but that seemed only to
fuel his feelings. Tenten told me he thought love had to be earned.

There were some people I vaguely recognized from around the
hotel, and there was also the Sabaku family, with Gaara in-between his
siblings. This time, they were all looking at me. Three sets of eyes on you
from that family? Very stressful, trust me.

Sakura, who came in with me, went to sit with Iruka and Ino.
Neji was just a few steps away with � I was surprised to see � Hinata, and he
looked annoyed. Sasuke was�nowhere. Maybe
he�s dressing or something, I tried to comfort myself. I felt like I was
taking some test or something.

Neji approached me and stated pointlessly, �Sasuke is not
here.�

�He had an emergency
call from the village,� Hinata explained. �I�m so sorry.�

The pang in my stomach was all disappointment, I�m afraid.
No matter how loudly I claimed this was all a bad idea, I was kind of excited
for the opportunity to stand across from Sasuke with this real chance of winning,
even if it was only a demonstration.

I tried to shrug it off as unimportant. �It doesn�t matter.
Let just do this,� I said, and my side-vision caught Sakura�s.

Bright lights blinded my sight for a moment. I couldn�t
believe it never even occurred to me to just make her do this with me. She
certainly had the experience, and I knew the way she moved well. It was the
perfect solution. I was very happy for a moment or two, and then I remembered
that she had a skirt on that morning. Damn, all those people would not like to
wait for me to make her go change now. Not to mention that Neji was probably there
to see if he wasted his money on me.

�Should I ask Gaara?� Neji asked.

I nodded. Neji went over and talked quietly to Gaara. Temari
laughed aloud and looked at me with a raised eyebrow, as if to say, I can�t believe you agreed to this. I�m
planning to fall of my chair laughing.

Gaara calmly (as if he was not always calm) stood up and
walked over to me.

�Neji said you need some help.�

I courageously made eye contact and smiled. �Yeah, I was
planning to do a little demonstration for the kids. With Sasuke.� On Sasuke�s
name, there was the first hint of expression I ever saw on Gaara. He slightly frowned. �But he had some
emergency, so Neji thought you could help.�

�Fine.�

�But it�s only a demonstration. We can�t really�fight,� I
had to say. I didn�t think he was stupid, or that he didn�t know what that word
meant, but I still needed to make sure.

�I know that. I will do whatever you ask of me.�

Okay, you have to admit, that sounded a little sexual. At
least, that�s how my brain insisted on translating it.

Be professional! I
scolded myself and turned to the kids.

�First of all, it looks like we have a much bigger audience
than I expected. Let�s hope they�ll have a good time watching you guys trip
over your own legs.�

Most of the kids laughed.

�Hey!� As I thought, Konohamaru was on his feet in that
instant. �I won�t trip over my legs! I learned many things last night, so I can
kick your ass right now!�

He sounded so much like me at that age, I just had to smile.

�You�re going to get your chance later. For now, I�ll show
you things we are going to learn in the next couple of months. Go sit against
the wall, as far as you can.�

They listened, and not only the kids. Everybody in the room retreated,
leaving Gaara and me in the middle of the room alone. All of the nerves melted
at that point. I had a job to do. Besides, I wasn�t like I had to let this guy
touch me if I didn�t want him to.

�What do you mean �things we�re going to learn�?� Konohamaru
asked. �You are going to teach us how to fight, right?�

�No. I�m going to teach you how not to get beaten up.�

�It�s the same thing.�

�No, it�s not. You don�t have to hurt someone to avoid
getting hit yourself.�

I gave a small nod to Gaara, and before I could open my mouth
to explain what he should do, he swung a fist in my direction. I took a single
step back; that was enough to avoid his attack, but I couldn�t help noticing
that he meant it. If his hand had connected, I�d have probably ended up on the
floor in great pain.

Right. Good or not, I couldn�t show any techniques to the
kids using him.

�You just stepped back,� Konohamaru informed me. �Anyone can
do that.�

�Yes, but if your timing isn�t perfect, you can end up hit,
or the person attacking you will see that you moved and adjust their movement
to match yours.�

Luckily, Gaara was rational enough to go slower this time
around, so we demonstrated how it would look like if I moved back too slow, and
then how it would be if I moved too fast. Then I showed them how they could
avoid the attack in some other ways, like stopping the hit with one of their
own by changing their direction.

�The easiest and most efficient tactic,� I said, �is to
simply get out of the way. It is also the only way not to get hurt, because no matter
how strong you are, getting in the way of someone�s punch is going to sting.
This also goes for the kicks.�

We did a series of these. Gaara was good, patient and
concentrated. I had to wonder if the first blow was an accident or some kind of
test.

�What if they manage to hit you anyway?� That was Shikamaru.

�Then there is nothing you can do, aside from learning how to
not fall directly on your back. That would only make things worse. For one,
you�ll hurt yourself, and then you won�t be able to get back on your feet to
avoid the rest of the attack.� Of course, if you wanted to attack you also had
to learn to fall correctly, but I needed them to come to that conclusion on
their own. I was not, strictly speaking, allowed to teach them how to make more
damage. It wasn�t possible to explain to someone as young as these kids were that
there were better ways than to hit back.

Rolls were the first fun thing I learned, so I figured it
might be fun for them too. Gaara, following perfectly, made a mock hit, and I
rolled back, ending on my feet.

�So the very first thing we are going to learn are falls.
But if I do my work well, you�ll never even need them.�

Rolls were extremely good for the stomach muscles, but I
doubted those kids had a need to work on their looks as we, people in their
early twenties and in need of a romantic partner, do.

�But,� Konohamaru wailed, �I want to learn how to hit
someone!�

A strong and clear voice interrupted, almost making me jump from
the surprise.

�I have no desire to treat internal bleedings on you kids.
If you hit someone, he will be sent to the hospital or back home, and you will
scrub toilet seats for the rest of the summer.�

Oh, that sounded just like Sasuke. Kakashi�s threats of a similar
kind never worked on us, so why in the name of God did he think it would work
on them? He probably thought he had more authority,
but that wasn�t the way to make the kids listen.

�And,� I added, as if it�s perfectly alright for him to interrupt
my class in that manner, �don�t ever be late for my class, or I will make you
run laps around the park. It�s only a shame I don�t have that authority over
the hotel staff.�

�I like the idea,� Neji said from where he was standing.

�I�m not a part of the staff,� Sasuke, who was already next
to me, said. What, he thought we were talking about him? Hah! �And I�m here
now.�

How awful of him to think I would discard Gaara just because
he was here now! Of course, I had to
do exactly that. Gaara was a fighter, and a good one too. Alas, he was street-taught
with no conscious knowledge about proper techniques, which I needed to show
right then.

Instead of answering to Sasuke, I turned to Gaara. �Thank
you so much for your help.�

�We will talk later,� he said instead of accepting my
thanks, and he sat beside his siblings once again.

Wondering if he was going to ask for something in return, I
turned to the kids. �Once we�re done with the basics, we will move on to the
real fighting techniques. Look carefully if you don�t want to miss anything, because
this will go much faster now.�

Sasuke had his eyebrows up in
question. We were standing in the middle of the room, and my nervousness twisted
into excitement. I couldn�t help it. Not once had I forgotten his least
favorite technique that � by pure accident, of course � had the same name as
me. I grinned.

�Uzumaki.�

Sasuke smirked, probably at my
predictability, but his left hand was already on my forearm with his right one
griping my shirt. I let him give me some surge of speed while he tried to throw
me over his right shoulder. I stepped forward, putting my right leg over his
knee which was very low, as he needed to almost crouch for the shoulder-throw.

It gave me the advantage I needed,
and when the throw failed, I rolled back, dragging him with and over me. That
is why the technique is called �Uzumaki� (which means whirlpool): because I
made Sasuke roll with his feet over his head to end up flat on his back, where
I bent his left arm in an unnatural, slightly hurtful lock.

The part of the technique, when done
right, is to, while your opponent is flying over you, kick him in the groin,
but as much as I didn�t want Sasuke to use that part of himself with his wife,
I decided not to make him scream like a little girl in front of all this
people. It would be too funny. I would have never managed through the end of
the class laughing that much.

The technique went down perfectly. It felt real. It felt as
if Sasuke tried and failed the throw. It felt as if I had to work hard to gain
my advantage even though I knew perfectly well that he gave it to me for free. It
felt good.

And, damn him, he smelled
good.

From the delight and adrenaline, I couldn�t help it. I had
to say it. �Sasuke,� I stretched the last letter of his name in a quiet little
wail, �you�re rusty.�

He jerked, trying to turn to me, but I still had his arm in
the lock, and there was no way for him to move away. With his free hand, he hit
the floor twice, hard and fast. His wrist in my hand and his hip against my
thigh felt nice, warm. I had no choice, though. I had to let him go. Before he
could say anything or (God knows it was possible) attack me for what I said, I
turned to the kids, all business.

�What was the most important part in what you just saw?� I
asked them. Sure, I picked up the teaching technique from Kakashi � don�t tell them anything, just show them and
make them see it for themselves � but if it was working for him, it should
work for me, too. I knew for a fact it was easier to remember something you
worked for.

It was only couple of guesses, all of them so stupid I won�t
bother repeating them for you, until Shikamaru sighed heavily and said, �He hit
the floor and you let him up right away.�

�That�s right,� I said, impressed. That kid was pretty
bright, wasn�t he? �And I want all of you to remember it. If you find yourself
in an uncomfortable position or in pain, tap the floor as the sign for your
spar partner to let go. It won�t do any good for either one of you if you don�t
give that sign. You can get seriously hurt, and your partner can�t get the
feeling of how far he can go without facing the consequences.�

Right on schedule, Konohamaru cried, �But that�s admitting
they won!�

Next to me, Sasuke said quietly, probably only loud enough
for me to hear it, �That sounds familiar.�

I ignored him.

�If someone is holding you so you can�t move or do anything
about it, if somebody is hurting you, then they indeed won. Not admitting it is
wasting your time � time you could be spending on learning how not to let them win the next time around.�

I had no real hope Konohamaru would accept that. It took me
years and many visits to the hospital until I started hitting the floor myself (with
Sasuke out of the picture), and he was so like me back when I started going to
Kakashi�s lessons. The others would get it though, and I was glad for that.
Hopefully, Konohamaru would not find a rival � I guess that would be the right
word for it � as I did in Sasuke all those years ago. That kind of thing can be
complicated, make him stubborn. I made a plan to pair Konohamaru with
Shikamaru. That boy was smart and, more importantly, lazy - that would work.

When I turned back to Sasuke, I knew he hadn�t forgotten
what I said before. He was practically glaring at me with his mouth slightly
open, as if he was about to start breathing fire. Was it very wrong of me to
push him right into the next technique without the warning to distract myself
from the surge of lust that shot through me before anything showed?

He followed smoothly without a pause. Either he was not
surprised or not as rusty as I said he was. We did Kakashi�s standard
demonstration combo of techniques without even talking about it, on the edge of
the real fight all the way through, but never actually stepping over it. I was
not about to tell anyone my leg hurt because Sasuke was not beneath using my
weakness against me, or that I bent his arm slightly more than necessary for
the demonstration because he deserved what he got. There was a variety of small
things like that, but nothing serious. What we were doing was not a fight, but
it was not all that benign, either. In all honesty, it felt more like a tug-of-war
than anything else, with just enough competition in it to make things
interesting.

When it was over, kids were staring open-mouthed, so Neji
was right for asking for the demonstration after all.

I was sad. I hadn�t felt so good, so alive in a very long
time. I had to snap out of it, so I quickly instructed the kids to show me how
well could they do a roll. Except from
the occasional explanation I gave or slight murmuring of the children, the room
fell silent. As the time went on, people were starting to walk out.

Lee and Tenten were working with us. Iruka disappeared, but
Ino and Sakura were there. Gaara was standing next to Temari, and Sasuke was
talking to his wife.

When the class � my very first class � was over, most of the
kids were able to do a decent fall back. They would have to work much more for
that knowledge to become instinct, but the important part, the right way to do
it, they had down. I had to say, I was very proud of what we accomplished that
day.

While the kids were sent to take a rest and shower, I caught
a glimpse of Neji�s smug face. Busy cursing him silently, I hadn�t heard anyone
approaching, so the sound of Gaara�s voice from my right startled me.

�The circus is coming to the village this week.�

�What?� I asked, confused. The circus was coming? �Gaara?�

�I said we would talk later.�

So he did. I just knew he had something in mind, but what
did the circus have to do with anything? I hoped he wouldn�t make me walk on a
rope over the lions for his entertainment to pay him back for his help, or
worse, dressing like a clown and riding a one-wheeled bicycle.

�Okay,� I said, feeling the need to prompt him. �Circus?�

�A real, Russian circus. We should go see it.�

�Are they good?� I asked, because I knew nothing about the circus.
The actual usefulness of the question was that it stalled time, giving me the
opportunity to wonder if he was asking me out, and if he was, what one wore to
the circus.

�Yes,� Gaara answered. �We should go.�

�You and me?�

�Yes.�

Well, I did say I�d try. And there it was, a perfect
opportunity. The circus!

�Okay.�

Gaara nodded and glanced to the side. I followed his gaze
and caught Temari giving Gaara a thumbs up, grinning wildly. Confused, I
started to turn back to ask about her weird behavior and something warm and
slightly wet was all of the sudden there, firmly attached to my left nostril.

That, my dear friends, was the first gay kiss I ever got in
my life.

For a couple of seconds we were standing there, frozen. Then
Gaara stepped away, and informed me, �On Friday.�

He walked away, but I couldn�t make myself unfreeze. That�was
not too bad. In fact, it was kind of nice, but it would probably be better if
he managed the check. Or my mouth. Maybe we�d try it again Friday. I was kind
of looking forward to that.

Of course, if I had any idea about all the things waiting
for me in the almost-week until that date, I would have gone to bed that same
second, because that night was the last full night of sleep I got for the rest
of the summer. Who knew a guilty conscience could be so unnerving?

When I came to, there was just Sakura and Ino with me in the
room, both laughing so hard, they had to clutch their stomachs. I didn�t feel
it was that funny, but I let them do
as they wanted. If I complained, they�d only laugh harder anyway.

When they calmed down, Sakura showed me the camcorder she
had in her hands.

�I brought it to record your first class and the
demonstration,� she explained. That perverted girl, she wasn�t even hiding the
fact she wanted to record me and Sasuke fighting! �Too bad I couldn�t catch
that kiss as well.�

How did she manage to miss something like that? It sounded
nothing like her. Sakura had an eye of a hawk and claws of an eagle. I was relieved,
mind you. As far as kisses go, that one could have gone better. I could have
returned it or something. Gaara kissing my nose is not something I wanted to
watch for every birthday and Christmas for the rest of my life. But it was
really nothing like Sakura to let something like that slip past her, so I had
to ask:

�Why couldn�t you?�

She gave me a devilish smile that said I just walked right
into the trap.

�I was busy recording Sasuke�s reaction to it. Do you want
to see it?�

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