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Goodness!
I try to keep the author’s notes to a minimum within the fic and get everything
I have to say about it out before and after the body of the fic, buuuut….ahh! I have so many
things to say! I want to comment on everything!
I’m that kind of kid who talks during movies, too. (Although,
I don’t so much in the theater. I at least have some sort of etiquette!) I talk incessantly during horror movies,
though, so I don’t get as scared by making fun of the background characters and
all around silliness of most horror movies. Although, I saw this one horror
movie in theaters, and not even kidding, even though there were only about 10 people
in the theater and we were spread out, we were all
talking to the screen and to each other. It was amazing. I highly suggest it.
(And then my friend Lisa jumped at this one part and Skittles went EVERYWHERE!!!! :O)
…Ahem. So, anyway, I
just want to say THANK YOU!!!! to
all of my reviewers. :) Thanks a million to Raining-Roses, cadywise,
icyhiei, MarinaDelRay, xJacksonx, Alicefreak, xxemogoddessxx, Irukanooshiri,
Jade Rose, Stupid-Neko, SEXY SESSHY, Nanin (I’m glad I made your day :)), hisoka
kurosaki, write me no lies (Thanks so much for the
tip! I went back to chapter two and fixed it. I have a list of little details
throughout the story, but I guess I missed that one… x.x),
Kirai, Nickles, Word_Slave, Mino (Yay! I love
magic cookies! :)), SamuraiSaaya, Annieme,
and Angel!!!! For serious, you guys
mean the world to me. I wouldn’t be able to get on without you. :)
Also,
so many of you asked, but…the popsicle scene is this
chapter. Don’t worry; their date’s not over yet! ;)
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Chapter 8: I Wish All Sleepovers Were
Like This
Sasuke pulled on Naruto’s hand outside
of the convenience store, urging him to stop. “Ah, Naruto… Do you have any
popsicles at your apartment?”
Naruto stared at him as if he had grown
horns. “Did you have enough at dinner? I’m still stuffed!”
Sasuke grinned sheepishly, wondering if
Gaara’s advice was indeed worth the calories. However, something told him that,
yes, yes it was. “I don’t know… I’m just having a craving. Besides, what else
should we eat if we haven’t fallen asleep and it’s three o’clock in the
morning?”
“Hmm, good point…”
They entered the convenience store, and
Naruto greeted Asuma-san, who was smoking a cigarette and looking rather bored.
“Ah! Naruto-kun!” he greeted back. “You
seem…different. Happier, somehow, if that’s even possible.”
“I have a boyfriend!” Naruto announced.
Sasuke blushed and went to get the popsicles.
Asuma stared after the pale brunette, his smile shining through his eyes. “Ehhh? Really,
Naruto-kun? Well, congratulations. You two make a very cute couple. I
guess now’s not the time to tell you that Kurenai-san and I are getting married
next August, is it?”
Naruto’s face lit up. “REALLY, ASUMA-SAN?!?! That’s great news!!!!
Congratulations, Asuma-san!!!! I knew you had it in
you to propose!!!!”
Asuma blushed and tapped the ash from
the tip of his cigarette into a green ashtray. “Ah, actually, Naruto-kun…Kurenai-san
finally got fed up with waiting for me to ask, so she proposed to me. It was
actually sort of embarrassing, really. She made this huge deal in the middle of
Byakugan about me not having the balls to—”
“EEEEHHHHHH????”
Naruto interrupted, slamming his hands down on the counter and leaning toward
Asuma, who drew back in surprise. “Sasuke and I were at Byakugan!!!! I didn’t see you!!! When were
you there???”
Asuma smiled, knowing that even if he
told the boisterous blonde to keep his voice down, it
would fall on deaf ears…much as his own felt at that moment. “We had
reservations for five and left at around six.”
“Huh, that’s around the same time Sasuke
and I got there… I wonder why Neji didn’t mention it…”
Asuma glanced at Sasuke, who was holding
out the box of popsicles and blushing. “Is that all for you, Sasuke-kun?”
Still blushing, Sasuke nodded before
digging his wallet out of his pants and slapping a few bills on the counter. He
took his change and the box back from Asuma and practically dragged Naruto back
to the apartment.
-
Naruto slid the popsicles into his
freezer as he waited for Sasuke to come back over with sleepover materials. On
the way back to the apartment, he had called Kiba, who said he’d bring Sora
over as soon as he finished taking Akamaru for his walk. Naruto danced a little
jig in the middle of his kitchen, wondering how his day could get any better.
Next door, Sasuke was halfway through
throwing a few things into a duffel bag when he heard moans coming from his
brother’s room. Having rather liked Kisame a lot better than anyone else his
brother had brought home, he had been rather crushed
when they had broken up that morning. However, after hearing the
pleasure-filled moans coming through the walls, Sasuke breathed a sigh of
relief. At least Kisame had at least been decent to the younger Uchiha; no
Kisame meant the possibility of Itachi hooking up with someone like Orochimaru—
He froze when he heard Itachi moan
something that was unmistakably not Kisame.
He shook his head, really hoping he had heard incorrectly. But then he heard it
again.
“D—Deidara!”
Furious that Itachi felt the need to
fuck every bodyguard Sasuke had ever had, he grabbed a few blankets, shoving
them into the duffel bag and shouldering it, and his pillow. He hastily scrawled
a note to his brother about where he would be and left it on the kitchen
counter.
Sasuke painfully realized that the only
reason Itachi fucked his bodyguards in the first place was to have complete
control over his little brother. By marking the bodyguards as his, they would
be more willing to relay every little detail about Sasuke’s life to him—and be
even more willing to help his plan of making his little brother’s life a living
hell.
He let himself into Naruto’s apartment.
Naruto jumped when he noticed Sasuke’s sour expression. “Whoa! What happened?”
“Itachi’s fucking Deidara,” he spat.
Naruto’s eyes widened. “What? No! What about Kisame?
Oh, he’s going to be crushed!”
They were unable to finish their
conversation when there was a knock on Naruto’s door. “A—Ah… Sasuke, just toss
your stuff in my room. I bet it’s Kiba. He said he was
on his way to bring Sora over…”
He opened the door, and the dog thrust
the grey kitten into his arms. Akamaru leaped around Kiba’s feet, trying to get
to the kitten. “Damn dog’s been driving me crazy,” Kiba growled. “He seemed to
think that I was keeping the cat,
even though I explained to him that I
was bringing it for you!”
Naruto rolled his eyes. “Kiba, when will
you learn that Akamaru doesn’t understand English?”
Kiba rolled his eyes back. “When you
learn that he totally does!” He looked down at Akamaru, who had calmed down now
that Naruto was holding the enemy. “Hey, Akamaru, when we get home, I’ll give
you a treat.” Akamaru was halfway down the apartment steps before Kiba could
even blink. “Ahh!! Akamaru!!! Bye, Naruto!!!” In a flash,
Kiba was racing down the stairs after his pet.
Naruto closed the front door with his
foot and nuzzled his cheek against the kitten’s soft fur. Sora purred and
immediately fell asleep in his arms. He knocked a blanket from the couch to the
floor and placed Sora on top of it. She yawned before curling up into an even
tighter ball.
“She’s so cute,” Sasuke whispered from
behind Naruto, surprising himself. When was the last
time he had ever called something cute…?
“Just like you,” Naruto said, turning
around to face his boyfriend.
Sasuke pouted. “I’m not ‘cute.’”
“Yes, you are,” Naruto said before
kissing him.
When they broke apart, Sasuke said, “All
right, fine, I’m cute.”
Naruto laughed. He lay down on the couch
before pulling a surprised Sasuke on top of him. “Comfy?”
Sasuke snuggled deeper into the warmth
that was Naruto. “Mm-hmm. Very.”
Naruto grabbed the remote from where it
had fallen on the floor and turned on the television before absent-mindedly
flipping through the channels. Not really finding anything in particular, he
stopped on a movie channel, resigning himself to watching something that people
in Konohamaru’s age group would enjoy.
“…Are we seriously going to watch this?”
Sasuke asked, turning around to look at Naruto curiously.
Naruto flipped Sasuke the rest of the
way over so that he was laying face down on top of him. “Are we going to watch
this?” Naruto repeated, pretending to seriously think
it over. “The only think I’m going to watch is your tongue going down my
throat.”
Sasuke didn’t wait a second longer
before giving Naruto exactly what he wanted and shoving his tongue as far into
the blonde’s mouth as it could go. He rubbed his
hardening cock against Naruto’s already very prominent arousal, moaning. Naruto
tugged on Sasuke’s shirt, trying to get it off over his head without breaking
the kiss, but failing. While they were apart, Sasuke removed Naruto’s shirt,
too, as well as the black ribbon with the bell from his neck. The moment the
articles of clothing were gone, their lips were locked
once more, and their hands freely roamed over the other’s body.
Sasuke moved from Naruto’s mouth across
his jaw line and attached to his neck, sucking hard. He moved from point to
point adding different pressures in order to hear the varying levels of moans
he was eliciting from the blonde. Finally sated with
the neck, he moved on to the collarbone.
Naruto arched upward when Sasuke’s wet
lips found his left nipple. “A—Ah!! Sasuke!!”
Sasuke used his right hand to play with
Naruto’s right nipple while his tongue, lips, and teeth played with the other.
Naruto was bucking his hips upward furiously, trying to gain some sort of
friction against his aching cock. Once Naruto’s nipples were hard, Sasuke moved
back up to his mouth, cutting his name off mid-syllable.
The movie was already over and another
one had just started when they finally ended their make-out session. They both
had identical lopsided grins, and when they stood up, they found they couldn’t
walk in a straight line without falling over.
“I—I’m going to get a…a popsicle, yeah,” announced Sasuke, giggling.
Naruto, giving up on staying vertical,
fell back onto the couch. “All right. Get me one, too,
please.”
Sasuke stumbled into the kitchen, using
the wall to steady himself more than once. His legs had somehow turned to
Jell-O, and though it was a somewhat unpleasant feeling, it was definitely
worth it. He would kill to feel
Naruto’s lips against his, their warm bodies flush against one another’s, his
hard cock pressed into his stomach—
He grabbed onto the freezer handle to
steady himself, trying to stifle the moan threatening to take over his whole
body. Just a taste, and he was already addicted. If
Brussels sprout companies could harness that sort of addictive power, every
child in the world would eat their vegetables.
He pulled a strawberry- and an
orange-flavored popsicle out of the box in the freezer
and walked a bit more steadily back to the couch where Naruto was once more
flipping through channels.
“Mmm, thanks,” Naruto said as he took
the orange popsicle from Sasuke. He stopped flipping
channels on the Food Network as he struggled to open his popsicle.
Sasuke merely watched as Naruto struggled for several seconds trying to get the
wrapper open, finally succumbing to using his teeth. With a quasi-evil grin,
Sasuke opened his popsicle in one try and slid the
entire thing into his mouth.
Naruto’s jaw dropped as the frozen treat
slid all the way to the back of Sasuke’s throat. He swallowed hard as he
watched Sasuke’s lips curl tightly around the popsicle
as he slid it slowly out of his mouth. He could only imagine his tongue licking
all over the popsicle to get the ice coating off it because when the treat was
fully out, it was much smaller than when it had started.
Sasuke eyed Naruto curiously. “Naruto…
You’re dripping.”
Naruto glanced at his popsicle
and saw a thin line of orange juice running down his hand. He licked the melted
syrup off his hand before sucking on his own popsicle.
He stared as Sasuke deep-throated his popsicle several
more times and thinking of it. As he watched, he subconsciously began sucking
on his own popsicle so hard that it broke apart in his
mouth. Startled, he jumped up off the couch and began fanning his hand at his
mouth, shouting, “Cold! Cold!
Cold!” as best he could with his mouth full.
Sasuke, who had just finished his own popsicle, couldn’t help but laugh as Naruto ran into the
kitchen. Sora looked up from her blanket before jumping up as well and dashing
after Naruto.
Naruto spit the popsicle
into the sink and turned on the warm water. He stuck his face under the faucet
until his mouth had defrosted. Sora mewled at his feet, looking up curiously
with her enormous blue eyes. Naruto smiled down at his new kitten, but froze
when he turned around. Apparently, he had been making so much noise at the sink
that he hadn’t heard a certain black-haired someone walk into the kitchen and
get another popsicle out of the freezer. He groaned as
Sasuke deep-throated this damn lucky popsicle as well,
having to lean against the counter for support.
Sasuke slid the frozen treat from his
lips and stared curiously at Naruto. “Umm… I don’t get it. Why are you looking
at me like that?”
Naruto stared back, his jaw dropping once
more. “Y—You mean you’re not doing that on purpose,
just to torture the shit out of me?”
“…I don’t…think so…” He tilted his head
curiously. “Why? What am I doing?”
Afraid that Sasuke would stop if he told
him, he merely shook his head, rubbing the back of his head anxiously. “No, no,
it’s nothing.”
Sasuke waited a few more seconds to see
if Naruto would say anything else. When he didn’t, Sasuke slipped the popsicle back into his mouth, happily sucking away.
“…I’ll be right back.”
Sasuke watched, confused, as Naruto
suddenly dashed to the bathroom. Sora attempted to follow, but she gave up and
went back into the living room to curl back up on her blanket.
After finishing his popsicle
and watching the Food Network for several minutes, Sasuke grew curious about
why the blonde had dashed off so suddenly. He was also curious about why both
Gaara and Naruto acted the way they did about the popsicle
and had half a mind to kiss the answer out of him. He stood up quickly and made
his way to the bathroom. Steeling himself, he knocked three times.
However, in his rush, Naruto had
forgotten to lock the bathroom door. The door swung open. Sasuke
felt first his face turn red and would have sworn the blush extended all the
way to his toes. Naruto was arched against the
bathroom wall, stroking himself. He probably could have passed this off as
something nonsexual had it not been for his intense orgasm the moment his eyes
locked with Sasuke’s.
“Aaaahh—oh God
oh God oh fuck fuck—”
Naruto grabbed onto the sink for
support, cumming all over the cupboards, letting
Sasuke’s name slip through his lips, even though he tried his best not to—at
least not goddamn right in front of him!
After his world was level again, Naruto
slipped his dick back into his pants. Clearing his throat and trying to pass it
off as if nothing had happened but just as red as Sasuke, he said awkwardly,
“So, uh… I’ll clean up here. Umm… I’ll be”—he cleared
his throat once more—“I’ll be out in a minute…”
Sasuke’s brain shut off. Before he could
stop himself, his lips were pressed against Naruto’s,
his hands were tangled in his shirt pulling them closer together, and his right
leg was between Naruto’s.
They broke apart, panting. Naruto rested
his forehead against Sasuke’s and couldn’t help but smile. “God, Sasuke, I love
you so much… You have no idea what you do to me.”
Smirking, Sasuke took Naruto’s already
hardened cock in his hand. “Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea.”
He pushed his hand slowly up Naruto’s
cock, shivering from the long, deep moan he elicited. Spots flashed before his
eyes when he felt Naruto’s rough, warm hand envelop his own manhood. His head
fell forward onto Naruto’s shoulder. His hand tightened, and he began stroking
faster and simultaneously thrusting into Naruto’s hand.
“Fuuuuck…
Sasuke!!!” Naruto latched his lips on the shorter
man’s neck for a few seconds before pulling off to say, “Fuck, I just came, and
I’m about to cum again.”
Sasuke was panting so heavily, he was
unable to form a complete word. “Na—Na… Fu… Aaaauuunnngggh….
Ha—Hard…er… AAaahh!!”
Without warning, Sasuke came. He threw
his head back and screamed Naruto’s name. The second he finished his orgasm, he
was suddenly on his knees and the head of Naruto’s cock had hit the back of his
throat.
Caught by surprise, Naruto looked down
and came hard at the sight of Sasuke’s nose pressed against his abdomen. “AAAHHhh!! Fuck fuck
fuck Sa—SA—SASUKE!!!”
Sasuke deep throated Naruto until he had
completed his orgasm. Naruto grabbed him roughly by the front of his shirt and
pulled him up, kissing him deeply, loving the taste of himself on Sasuke’s
lips.
Sasuke’s legs gave out underneath him,
and he grabbed hold of Naruto for support. “Oh my God, I’ve never cum so hard
in my life…”
“Me neither,” Naruto answered, kissing
Sasuke’s slightly sweaty hair. “Hey… Why don’t you go climb
into bed, and I’ll clean up in here. Toss your clothes outside the door,
and I’ll put them in the wash, okay?”
Sasuke nodded, suddenly feeling
exhausted. He stumbled into Naruto’s room, removed his clothes, and put on a
fresh pair of boxers before climbing into the bed. He grabbed Naruto’s body
pillow and snuggled against it, loving how it smelled just like its owner.
After Naruto had cleaned up the
bathroom, he took off his own clothes, grabbed Sasuke’s, and dumped everything
into the washing machine. He heard Sora paw around in the litter box and was
glad his kitten had found it. After making sure Sora’s food and water bowls
were full, he stumbled into his room, threw on a pair of boxers, and curled up
in his bed, wrapping his arms tightly around his boyfriend’s waist.
-
Naruto shifted restlessly when he felt
someone straddling his pelvis. He felt a very
wet tongue lick his cheeks, eyelids, nose, forehead…
“Sasuke…?” He cracked open his eyes and
yelped when Akamaru’s tongue attacked him again.
He felt someone grind their hips into
his and heard Sasuke say, “Get up, sleepy head. It’s almost ten o’clock…”
“Wha…?” He
shook his head, trying to wake up the rest of the way as well as trying to get
his face away from Akamaru. “Is—Is Kiba here?”
“Yeah,” answered Sasuke, rolling off him
and (thankfully, Naruto mentally added) bringing Akamaru with him. “Kiba, Hinata, Neji, Shikamaru, and Gaara. They brought
breakfast, but if you don’t get out of bed soon, it will be all gone.” He
blinked, but Naruto was already in the kitchen at the promise of food.
Hinata blushed when Naruto burst into
the kitchen dressed only in his boxers, but the others merely brushed it off as
normal.
“Itadakimaaaaaaaasu!” Naruto shouted before stuffing
several doughnuts into his mouth at once. He grabbed a few muffins and
separated them from the rest. “Nobody eat these!” he
tried to say around the doughnuts still in his mouth. “I’m going to get a shower.
These better be here when I get back!!!”
“Whatever, Naruto,” Kiba called from the
couch. Just go get your smelly ass in that shower.”
Naruto skidded to a halt outside his
room, where Sasuke was sitting on the bed petting Akamaru. The blonde grabbed the dog and kissed him on the head before
setting him on the floor. “A little privacy, please?”
Akamaru seemed to understand, and left the pair alone, presumably to go Sora
hunting.
Naruto straddled Sasuke’s lap and kissed
him softly. “Sorry about the jelly doughnut taste,” Naruto mumbled. Sasuke
laughed, and Naruto realized suddenly how much he loved that sound. Wanting to
hear more of it, he began tickling the brunette
underneath him, who squealed and tried unsuccessfully to push Naruto off him.
“Na—Naruto!” he managed between giggles.
“St—Stop it! I h—hate being t—tickled!”
“Oh?” smirked
Naruto evilly. “Do you?”
The tickling ended with Sasuke lying
back on the bed and Naruto propped up on his hands over him. They were both
smiling, and Naruto placed a light kiss on his nose.
“Ne, ne!” Naruto suddenly
said, his evil grin still in place. “I have to take a
shower. Have you already taken one?”
Sasuke nodded. “Yeah, I woke up at eight
thirty and took one then.”
“Oh. …Want to take another one?”
Sasuke blushed, suddenly understanding
Naruto’s implications. “Oh. Umm… Naruto, I—I don’t
know if I’m…you know, ready…”
Naruto pressed another kiss on his nose.
“Ne, ne, Sasuke, it’s okay. No
pressure. Just know that you’re always invited.” He pulled Sasuke into a
hug. “Just know that I respect your boundaries, okay? And know that I’m, you
know, available for anything,
anytime, anywhere.”
Sasuke hugged back. “Thank-you
so much, Uzumaki Naruto. You mean the world to me. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Sasuke was smirking when they pulled
apart. “Oh, and by the way, I saw the nearly full bottle of peach-scented soap
in your shower. Did Hinata put you up to that?”
Naruto laughed. “Yeah, she did. She even
went out and bought it for me.” He stood up and stretched. “Oh,
Sasuke? Could you do me a favor? Could you go get my mail for me? I
haven’t gotten it in a few days, and I should probably make sure I don’t owe
anyone any money.”
“All right. Where’s the key
to your mailbox?”
Naruto walked over to his dresser and
picked up a silver key and a small fox made out of dango sticks. “Here’s my
key, and I wanted to show you this. I bought this fox from Anko. Isn’t it
cute?”
Sasuke smiled. “Yeah… Yeah it is.”
-
When Naruto finished his shower, he made
his way into his living room and stopped dead in his tracks. “Ano… Why does
everyone look so serious?”
Hinata pointed to his room. “A—Ano,
Naruto-kun… Sasuke came back with the mail, and everything was fine until…
Well, he started looking through a magazine, and his face grew paler and paler
and now—well, you’d probably better go check on him…”
Naruto practically ran down the hallway,
barely getting enough traction with his socks on the hardwood floors. He made
to stop outside his bedroom door, but he slid and crashed into a wall. Sasuke
was on his bed with his back to him, but he looked up sharply when he heard the
crash.
“N—Naruto, is that you?”
“Y—Yeah…” Naruto picked himself up off
the floor and made his way much more carefully into his room. “Sasuke, what’s
wrong? They said you were looking at a magazine—”
Without speaking, Sasuke shoved this
month’s edition of Hiroto’s Progress into
Naruto’s hands. Naruto grinned when he saw an absolutely
fantastic picture of Sasuke donning the front cover. “Hey! That’s great,
isn’t it? You made the cover!”
Sasuke glowered at the floor. “No, go to
page 38.”
Naruto flipped to said page and saw an
article about Sasuke spanning six pages without ad interruptions. He scanned
the article, barely reading as it covered all aspects of Sasuke’s career,
including sections about his other magazine ads, commercials, and his star role
in Insomniac’s Dream. He made a
mental note to go back and read the articles more carefully when he had time
and looked at the pictures. His heart beat faster as he recognized several of
the pictures, most of them taken the day Naruto was there and involved Sasuke
tossing “come hither” looks in his general direction—although, at the time, he
hadn’t recognized them for what they were and thought they were just “model
looks.”
There was a fold-out
picture at the end of the article. On one side, there was an
ad for Insomniac’s Dream, but on the
other side was a picture of him and Sasuke kissing passionately.
Naruto glanced up and saw the scowl on
Sasuke’s face. His heart nearly burst when the brunette
ground out, “Can you believe that damn Hiroto?”
“S—Sasuke…?” he asked, tears threatening
to burst forth. “Are you—are you ashamed of
us? Are you…are you ashamed of us being known to the public?”
Sasuke was shocked. He ran forward and
threw his arms around the blonde’s neck. “Oh God oh
God, Naruto, please please please
don’t cry. No, no, no, no, no, that’s not it at all, Naruto… Of course I’m not ashamed of us! Don’t ever think that! But…” He drew back and looked Naruto square in the
eye. “Naruto, did you read the article or just look at the pictures?”
Naruto nervously rubbed the back of his
head. “Uh… Heh, heh… I was going to read it
later, I swear! I mean, I’m really interested in knowing about your career—”
Sasuke waved his hand impatiently. “No,
you don’t have to read any of that shit. Itachi wrote most of it, I’m sure, so
it’s just fucking bullshit lies. No, Naruto, did you read the part about you?”
Naruto flipped through the article
again. “I’m in here?!”
Sasuke sighed. “Obviously.
They couldn’t just post a picture of me kissing you without making up some lies
to go along with it. Here, it’s after the fold-out picture…”
Naruto scanned the article, growing
angrier and angrier by the second. Most of it was fluff to fill up the space,
but the gist of the article was professing that Naruto was some common street
whore, high school dropout, crack addict. Naruto could live with the lies about
him, especially since they spelt
“Uzumaki” as “Uzumari,” but what really made him furious was how the article insisted that Sasuke
spent most of his time shopping the streets looking for the perfect fuck buddy.
“How could Hiroto do something like this?” Naruto bellowed. “Damn it! Why would he
spread such slanderous lies about you? Your reputation will be shattered!”
“And what about your reputation?” Sasuke added,
gritting his teeth.
Naruto shook his head impatiently.
“Sasuke, no one knows who I am, except the people in this town, and they know this shit is bull. Besides, Asuma-san
is the only guy on this side of the lake that sells Hiroto’s Progress, and he screens every
issue of every magazine, so if I know him, he’s not even putting it on his
shelves. But you—you really have something going for yourself, Sasuke!”
Hinata poked her head around the
doorframe. “Hey, you two. I heard shouting. Sasuke,
are you all right?”
Naruto angrily thrust the magazine into
her hands.
“Oh,” she said. “I remember you telling
me you went to the photo shoot!” She curiously opened the centerfold and blushed.
“Oh—Oh… Umm… Wow… Ah…
Asuma-san sells these, right…?”
“Read the article,” Naruto growled.
She scanned the article, her lavender
eyes growing darker and darker by the second. “THIS IS BULLSHIT!” she roared.
“HOW COULD THEY PUBLISH SUCH LIES?”
Kiba ran into Naruto’s bedroom. “H—Hina-chan! What’s wrong?”
Hinata shoved the magazine into his
hands and pointed at the article. “Read.”
“Aww… Do I
have to? Won’t you read it to me,
Hina-cha-cha-chaaa….” His
request died off when he noticed the scathing glare his girlfriend was sending
his way. “On the other hand, reading is very good for expanding the mind, and I
might learn something from this experience.”
However, once Kiba had finished reading
the article, the others in the room learned several somethings
new. In fact, Naruto was almost tempted to write down some of the swear words
spouting forth from Kiba’s mouth. It seemed almost as if he were going through
the entire alphabet, coming up with rather inappropriate adjectives for Hiroto.
Neji, Shikamaru, and Gaara soon entered
the room, partially curious as to what all the ruckus
was about and partially curious to find out who exactly was a “fucking cuntbag whoreface dickwad” and what exactly that meant.
Hinata took the magazine from Kiba and
wordlessly thrust it into Neji’s hands, pointing angrily at the article.
Shikamaru and Gaara leaned over Neji’s shoulders to read it, and each of their
faces twisted into similar snarls as they progressed through the article.
Naruto, comforted by his friends’ support, slipped his hand into Sasuke’s and
squeezed; Sasuke squeezed back, never having had such a stable shoulder to lean
on before.
Once the trio had finished, Neji flipped
back a few pages. “We’ll find out who wrote this—call Hiroto’s Progress if we have to. It can’t be legal to print such
blatant lies. Ah—look, ‘author not listed.’”
“It’s Itachi,” Gaara and Sasuke answered
at the same time.
“It’s akin to the plot of his older
play, Bartlebee’s Breakdown,” Gaara explained. “Plus, the
style of writing… You can mask your own style, but there are several telltale
signs that never disappear. See how he never splits his
infinitives, even though several times it makes it sound awkward? Modern
writers—especially those who would write for a magazine like Hiroto’s Progress—ignore that antiquated
rule, but Itachi lives by it.”
Sasuke glowered at the carpet. “That, and he’s mad at me because I talked back to him the
other day. Besides, there’s information in there about me that only he would
know.”
“You know who we should call?” Naruto
piped up suddenly. “Kisame.”
Neji nodded. “All
right. Naruto, you and Sasuke get in touch with
Kisame. Meet him in person. You can get a private room at Byakugan where you
won’t be overheard. Gaara, go through and find as much proof in this article
that it is Itachi. Hinata, we’re
going to put pressure on Hiroto to publically denounce this article and unveil
who was behind it. Shikamaru, Kiba… Try to find a news station that will hear
both Hiroto and Sasuke’s side of the story. And remember: make sure nothing of our plan leaks out. If Itachi
catches wind of this, he’ll definitely put a stop to it.”
When the others had left the room,
Sasuke confessed worriedly to the blonde, “Naruto,
when this breaks the news, Itachi—he’ll kill
me. Literally—kill.”
Naruto took Sasuke in his arms. “Don’t
worry, Sasuke. I’ll protect you.”
“Naruto… Promise me Itachi’s name won’t
go public.” His voice jumped in his panic. “You don’t understand him, Naruto.
Itachi—will—kill—me!”
“But…you’re his little brother… Doesn’t
that mean anything to him?”
Sasuke shook his head. “I haven’t told
you the reason we moved, have I?”
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I
feel bad because I’m very positive on vegetables, but Brussels sprouts and the
rest of the cabbage family can just go fuck themselves. Bleck!
Okay,
so, starting next chapter, things get a little angsty…but
it’s very important to the plot—I promise! But, don’t worry. There will be
plenty of sunshine and rainbows. :)
Please
review! Reviews make me really happy. :) No joke,
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bite; feel free to e-mail me or shoot me an IM. :) The next chapter should be
out in about two weeks or maybe a little less. I’ve been experiencing a little
writer’s block lately, but your reviews have made me pick the pace back up a
little. :)
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