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Chasing Naruto	By : megladon129 Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 3376 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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.

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Author�s note: First, just for the record, I ADORE being
emailed about my story. Second, I�m going to do a �Special Features�
side-runner for Chasing Naruto, including deleted scenes, bloopers, switched
camera angles (ie, different POV on a particular
scene), etc. If you have ideas or requests, please email them to me (as opposed
to putting them in the reviews).

And fyi, Naruto and Sasuke are sophomores in college. They're 19 going on 20 years old.

Enjoy!

* * *

Uzumaki Naruto is sexy.

Or, at least, that�s what he tells himself. Twenty-four
hours a day, seven days a week.

Sakura would know. She�s seen him do it. Resting her hand on
her chin, she watched the spunky blonde across from her at the cafeteria table.
He�d been babbling about some stupid story or another for the last twenty
minutes, and though she�d lost track of what he was talking about somewhere at the beginning, she continued to nod and
make noises of agreement.

To his credit, Naruto is pretty cute... she mused as he
babbled on. Giggling, she shook her head. Not
Sasuke gorgeous, but not half bad, Naruto.

The boy in question paused, looking at her curiously.

�What�s so funny?�

Leaning forward, she gave him a sly grin. �You�ve been
talking your head off for a while now, Blondie. That usually means you�re
hiding something.� The light blush that lit his cheeks at the comment made her
grin. �So? Spill it.�

Smiling nervously, he lifted a hand and scratched the back
of his hair. �It�s nothing, Sakura. Really.�

She just lifted an eyebrow and waited. 5...4...3...2...1...

He sighed. Sakura grinned triumphantly. The Look strikes again!

�So? What�s really on your mind?�

�Well...um...it turns out that a...person I�ve known for a while likes me. Really likes me.� He turned a little red and looked away. �And he�s
not the only one.�

�He??�

Sakura watched in surprise as Naruto winced at his
admission. �You have a guy chasing
after you?� She stared at him. �I didn�t know you leaned that way, Naruto!�

He gave her a sour look. �Two things: one, I don�t lean any way��

�Which is a fancy way of saying you like
boys and girls. Go on?�

�And two,� he
continued in a louder voice, then dropped his voice
back to normal, �there�s nothing wrong with guys liking guys, ok?�

Sakura gazed at him for a long moment before lifting her
chin off her hand, planting that hand on the table, and leaning forward with an
evil grin.

�So...who do you
like, then, Narutoooo?�

�Oooh, no. I�m so not telling
you.� Shaking his head, Naruto folded his arms on the table and pinned her with
one of his few trademark glares. �If I told you, you�d spread it all over
campus in about thirty seconds.�

Gasping in mock shock, Sakura sat back and placed an
offended hand upon her chest.

�Why, Naruto! Give me some credit, will you?� She smirked.
�It�d only take ten seconds.�

When he glowered at her, she laughed and dropped the act.
�Seriously, you know I won�t tell. Who is it?� She tipped her head to the side.
�Maybe I can help set the two of you up.�

Naruto chuckled. �I don�t think I need your help, thanks all
the same. I�ll do just fine.�

�Does he like you back?�

Naruto gave her an enigmatic smile. �Let�s just say that
chances are high.�

She lifted an eyebrow. �Then why don�t you just ask him out?
You�re not the kind of guy who�d just sit back and wait for things to happen.�

�You�re right, I�m not. But that�s the same reason that I can�t ask him out. Not yet.� He looked
away, his face suddenly serious. �There are some things I have to take care of,
first.�

Confused, Sakura made a low noise and propped her chin on
her hand again. Things to take care of?
Like what?

Picking up on her confusion, Naruto gave her a charming
smile. �Don�t worry about it, Sakura. I�ll ask when the moment�s right.�

With that, he glanced at his watch and stood. �I have to get
going. I�ll talk to you later.�

Standing as well, Sakura gathered her things. �That reminds
me. Where do you keep disappearing off to in the middle of the day?�

The blonde simply smiled and lifted a finger to his lips.
�It�s a secret.� He turned and started walking away. �Later, Sakura!�

�Bye, Blondie!� Lightly pursing her lips, Sakura followed
him out of the cafeteria. Naruto�s
planning something again. And if he isn�t telling anyone, it must mean a lot to him. Trotting down the
stairs, Sakura turned to head off to class. Naruto had a habit of setting up
moves in advance when no one thought he was, and it always got him what he
wanted in the end.

Hell, it was how they
had ended up together all those years ago. After she�d realized that her
current boyfriend would actually gamble her away, she�d dumped him and refused
to have anything to do with Naruto, either. Then, later, she�d come to the
realization that he had actually been showing her what a louse the guy was, and
she started to look at him in a whole new light (and the flowers and puppy
faces hadn�t hurt).

It wasn�t until they�d broken up that she�d also realized that Naruto had fully
intended for her to go out with him in the end,
not at the start of things. He was a tricky little bugger when he wanted to be.

Shaking her head, Sakura quickened her stride.

Strange that a guy who
looks so dumb can be so smart.

* * *

Gaara was having a day. Not a good day, nor a bad day, just
a day. If he were a lesser person, he�d either be bored out of his mind or
frustrated.

As it was, Gaara settled for going for a short walk between
his afternoon classes, his hands stuffed into the light jacket he was wearing.
He frowned lightly as he walked, his thoughts revolving around a certain blonde
who was staying frustratingly out of reach.

We�ve been working out
together every day, but I can�t seem to break through to him. His frown
increased. I know for a fact that he
doesn�t consider me anything more than a friend. If things stay this way, I�ll
hardly be a contender for his affection.

Before Gaara could determine a course of action that stopped
shy of demanding that Naruto strip down and screw him, he spotted the object of
his thoughts walking in the opposite direction with a dark blue duffel bag over
his shoulder.

�Naruto,� he called lightly. The blonde glanced up, blinked
at him, and smiled.

�Yo, Gaara! What�s up?� He came to a stop beside the
redhead. �It�s been a while since I�ve run into you outside of the gym.�

Gaara simply looked at him, then at the duffel bag. It
seemed oddly shaped. �Where are you going?�

�Huh?� Naruto glanced down at his bag. �Oh, I was just
taking some supplies back to the room.�

�Supplies?�

�Yeah.� Deciding to change the subject, Naruto looked over
at him. �What about you? What are you doing out here?�

Gaara didn�t reply, his mildly bored expression answering
for him. Naruto smirked.

�That kind of day, huh?� He glanced to the side. �Well, if
you�re not busy, do you want to catch a bite to eat with me? I�m starved.�

Blinking with surprise, Gaara let a small smile cross his
face. �Sure. Let�s go.�

The two walked in companionable silence until they
approached an ice cream parlor. Grinning, Naruto darted inside.

�Oh man, I haven�t had a good sundae in so loooong!� he whined. Snagging a table,
he glanced at the Wall of Fame gracing the left side of the parlor. When Gaara
sat across from him, Naruto gave him a challenging smile.

�Hey, Gaara. You up for a duel?�

The redhead lifted an eyebrow. �A duel?�

Naruto pointed at the Wall of Fame. �If we can eat the
Monster Sundae, we get onto the Wall. It�s eighteen scoops of ice cream, plus
toppings.� He grinned evilly. �Care to see who can finish it first?�

Gaara stared at Naruto for a long moment, his lips slowly
quirking into an answering smirk.

�You�re on.�

Grinning, Naruto hailed the waiter. �Yo! Two Monsters over
here! Pronto!�

The parlor fell silent as an astonished waiter went to fetch
the dishes. Two waiters had to bring them out, the towering mounds of ice cream
casting an aura of impenetrable doom about the store. When the dishes were set
in front of the two boys, Naruto leaned to the side and smirked at Gaara.

�Ready?�

The redhead snorted. �Get ready to lose, Uzumaki.�

�Hey! You�re talking to a human trash compacter here!�
Picking up his spoon, he poised it in front of the sundae.

�Seeeeeet...�

Gaara lifted his spoon in kind.

�Go!�

The rest of the restaurant stared as the two boys dove into
the mountains of ice cream. Naruto�s splattered violently as he shoved the
confection into his mouth, whereas Gaara�s movements were more controlled. Jaws
dropped as the sundaes began to disappear at alarming rates, and a nearby
waiter with a stopwatch was staring at them with an expression caught between
amazed and nauseous.

A part of Gaara was wondering why he was even bothering with
this contest, but since Naruto seemed to be enjoying it so much (if the grunts
and slurping sounds were any indication), he supposed
he could let it slide.

Besides, it was a
challenge.

As he methodically demolished his sundae, a sudden image
plundered his mind: Naruto, spread out on the table, with ice cream and
chocolate syrup arranged on top of him and a come-hither look on his face...

After trying not to choke on his ice cream, Gaara suddenly
found the ability to eat his sundae quite a bit faster.

About five ice cream splattering minutes later, both boys
hit porcelain with their spoons. They scraped out vestigial portions of ice
cream (Gaara calmly, Naruto nearly licking the bowl) and set their spoons down
simultaneously. Applause immediately broke out around the salon, and the waiter
with the stopwatch declared them record breakers and took their names for the
Wall.

Grinning at Gaara with vanilla ice cream and chocolate syrup
smeared on his face, Naruto sat back and laid a hand over his stomach.

�I guess I underestimated you, Skinny.�

Gaara smirked, his face immaculately clean. �You didn�t do
badly yourself, Uzumaki.�

The redhead couldn�t resist smiling at the blonde. The other
boy looked so...content with ice cream all over him...and god, Gaara would give
anything for the chance to clean him up...manually...

Abruptly, Naruto�s face went blank and all of the color
drained out of his cheeks. Gaara started in alarm as Naruto suddenly cried out
and leaned forward, clutching his head.

�Naruto? What�s wrong?�

�GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGH!! My head! It huuuuuuurts!�

Gaara stilled, half out of his
seat. �...Are you referring to brain freeze?�

Naruto whimpered. �Someone do me a favor and shoot me...GAH!�

Torn between amusement and annoyance, Gaara sat back down.
�I�m sure you�ll survive, Naruto.�

�But it huuuuurts!� Naruto
looked up at him, his eyes pathetic. �It hurts really bad!�

Gaara rolled his eyes, debating whether or not to tell Naruto
that if he pressed the tip of his tongue to the roof of his mouth, the headache
would go away. Better yet, I could do that for him. After a
long moment, the redhead leaned forward in his seat and gently pressed his
fingers against Naruto�s temples.

�Here. This should help a little.� He started gently
massaging Naruto�s temples with the pads of his fingers. Naruto melted under
his touch.

�Mmmmm. That feels better,� he
murmured.

Gaara smiled, enchanted with this dependent, vulnerable
Naruto. Considering the fact that all of the time he spent with the blonde was
in the gym, a verified testosterone factory, Gaara didn�t get to see this side
of the blonde very often. He shifted closer to the edge of his seat, sliding
his fingers back into Naruto�s hair�which was surprisingly soft�and gently
kneading the boy�s scalp.

In a doujinshi somewhere, a chibi Gaara was smiling goofily
and holding up a victory sign, hearts dancing about his head.

The little moans that Naruto was giving him did nothing to
pull Gaara�s mind out of the gutter...nor did the enthralled, rapturous
expression on his face. Deliberately keeping his breathing even and his face
controlled, Gaara wondered what else he could do to put Naruto in this state...

You�ll have to excuse the slightly dreamy smile he
developed.

After indulging himself for a few minutes, Gaara retrieved
his hands and placed them in his pockets. He smirked when Naruto lifted his
head and blinked blearily at him.

�Feel better now?�

�Much!� Smiling
happily, Naruto rubbed the back of his head. �It�s nice to know that I�m not
the only one who can give massages.�

Gaara blinked. �You give massages?�

�Yup. Damn good ones, if I say so myself.� The blonde
smirked, leaning back against his chair. �So I guess if you�re too sore after I
abuse you at the gym, I could give you a rub down.�

The chibi Gaara was drooling.

Smirking, Gaara leaned back in his own seat. �I may take you
up on that, Uzumaki.�

Naruto stuck his tongue out at him. �Why do you keep calling
me that? My name�s Naruto. Calling me
�Uzumaki� makes me think of Sasuke when he�s being pissy.�

Immediately, Gaara�s face shifted into a frown. �I am not similar to Uchiha.�

�Like I don�t know that already,� Naruto replied dryly. �But
still, the effect is the same.�

Gaara continued to frown. �Fine, then. I will simply call
you �Naruto� from now on.�

Naruto grinned at him. �Please, do.�

As they began to chat quietly, Gaara inwardly smiled. I will do what it takes to get you to notice
me...Naruto. His chibi self was rubbing its hands together and chuckling
evilly.

And believe me, you will notice.

* * *

Glowering at the wind that had just decided to have at him,
Sasuke fought his way back to the dorm after his last class of the day. His
class had been clear across campus, a fact that rarely bothered him unless
nature decided to pick on him for the day.

Today was apparently one of those days.

Muttering under his breath, Sasuke sought brief shelter
under the awning of an ice cream parlor. He watched as trash was blown past
him, half expecting to see a witch and a spinning house fly by in black and
white. He glanced into the ice cream parlor, debating whether or not it would
be worth his time to try and wait out the brewing storm.

Naruto...was sitting at a booth with Gaara. And they
appeared to be having a very good
time.

The wind forgotten, Sasuke clenched his fists and scowled,
heading back out on the road. Is he on another date?? Jesus! Jealousy went
on a rampage inside him, knocking over buildings and roaring. Is he really that oblivious to my feelings for him? Or does he just not care?

His frown turned thoughtful as he blindly made his way home.
If the other two are going to be so
aggressive regarding Naruto, I can hardly just sit back and watch things
unfold. I�ll have to stake my claim.

A determined expression settled on his face. One way or the other, I�m going to get him to go out with me. And this
time...

He smirked.

This time, I�ll sweep him off his feet.

* * *

It was a happy, sugar-filled Naruto that finally made his
way back to his room, a full-fledged storm beating at the walls of the
dormitory. Humming lightly to himself, he pulled out his key and opened the
door.

Gaara�s a pretty cool
guy to hang out with. Maybe I should invite him out to more stuff. He hesitated,
tossing his bag on the ground. Then
again, maybe I shouldn�t. If he has a crush on me, too, I would only be
encouraging him. Not to mention that Sasuke would probably rip my head off and
shove it up my ass.

Shaking his head, Naruto flopped backwards onto his bed and
stared up at the ceiling, his arms folded under his head. Honestly, Sasuke needs to do something about that jealousy. It�s
flattering and all, but it�s really restricting when you get right down to it.

He frowned up at the ceiling. I guess it amounts to him not trusting me at all.

A few minutes after he�d laid down, a soft knock sounded on
his door as it swung open. Naruto lifted his head, then blinked in
surprise.

�Sasuke?� He sat up. �What�s up?�

The brunette watched him for a long moment. �...How was your
day?�

Naruto gave him a confused look at the odd question (for
Sasuke), but he answered it anyway.

�Uneventful. Class, lunch with Sakura, more class.� He
paused, then broke out into a grin. �But I also got
onto the Wall of Fame at the ice cream parlor today! Gaara and I decimated the
Monster Sundae.�

Sasuke looked away. �You and Gaara...had ice cream
together?�

Picking up on his unasked question, Naruto pouted. �Look, it
wasn�t a date, ok? We were just hanging out.� An exasperated expression on his
face, he mimicked Sasuke�s earlier words. �Is that a crime?�

The Uchiha looked at him at that. His eyes narrowed. �No,
it�s not a crime, it�s just...�

�It�s just what?� Naruto pressed. He fixed Sasuke with an
intense gaze as he waited for the boy�s answer. Come on...just say it
already!

Sasuke looked away. �Nothing. Never mind.�

Dammit!

Irritated, Naruto leaned back on his bed and resumed his
analysis of the ceiling. �Fine then. No problems.�

Sasuke was quiet for a long moment, not moving from his
position by the doorjamb.

�Actually, what I came in here to ask was...� He hesitated
long enough to capture Naruto�s attention, and the blonde lifted his head to
look at him.

�What?�

�...Are you free this weekend?�

When Naruto simply stared at him, Sasuke squared his
shoulders and continued. �I found a Star Wars marathon that I could get tickets
to, if you want to go.�

Naruto gave him a slow, I�m-not-sure-I-heard-that-correctly
blink. �You like Star Wars?�

Sasuke shrugged. �It was revolutionary for its time.� Taking
a soft breath, he pinned Naruto with his gaze. �Do you want to go?�

�Nope.�

Sasuke blinked, clearly unprepared for that response. He
opened his mouth to speak, but he closed it without saying anything, his
expression slightly hurt. Taking pity on him, Naruto sat up.

�I already made arrangements to go home this coming weekend.
Otherwise, I�d jump to go with you.� He tilted his head to the side, watching
as Sasuke relaxed almost imperceptibly. �Do you want to come with me?�

Sasuke stared at him. �What?�

Smiling slowly, Naruto slid off his bed and stood, shoving
his hands into his pockets and walking over to Sasuke. He stopped a few steps
away, leaning against the wall.

�Do you want to come home with me this weekend? I�m sure the
kids will love you.�

�The...kids?� Sasuke continued to stare for a moment before
he caught himself and smirked. �Sure, why not? They can�t be any worse than
you.�

Naruto chuckled. �You�d be surprised. Some of them are
awfully stubborn.�

Sasuke snorted. �I wonder where they learned that.�

�From the best, of course,� Naruto replied easily. �So we�re
on?�

�Yeah, we�re on.�

Enjoying the smile on Sasuke�s face, Naruto shooed him out
the door. �Alright then. Go away, I need to take a
shower.�

Sasuke lifted an eyebrow as he dutifully stepped out into
the hall. �You�re kicking me out this time? You didn�t care before.�

�Yeah, but your tongue was on the floor last time. I decided
to give you a break.� He gave Sasuke a fox grin, loving the shocked expression
that landed on the Uchiha�s face. �Later, Pretty Boy!�

He closed the door on Sasuke�s lightly blushing face, then
leaned against it and laughed.

Oh, Sasuke. You are so much fun to tease.

* * *

Author�s note: Sorry it took so long for the females to
arrive. And about the switched camera angles, so long as they don�t give
anything away, I�ll do what I can. And just fyi, the first person Naruto was talking about with Sakura was Neji.

Special thanks to Lillilly for
inspiring the new take on Naruto�s personality. ^_^
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