I wanted to see how well I could take on topics that weren't very common. It's a test; to see my own growth and maturity as a writer, as well as a warm-up for a future project that also deals with a sensitive issue. This will be a short, five-chapter story that will be completed within the month (of January).
Disclaimer: I do not own the original Naruto characters, just the plot.
Enjoy!
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Sexuality
Heterosexuality
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Heterosexuality — the most approved form of sexuality, in a way, given how people in society are now expected to be attracted to the opposite sex, because, "That was the way God made things to be."
From birth, a little boy is expected to only care for a little girl, and a little girl is expected to only care for a little boy. It was the way their parents — a man and a woman — felt that things needed to be. As they watched their child grow older and interact with kids their age, their minds were already set on the fact that their child's soul mate would be a member of the opposite sex.
It was almost as if this fact were written in stone.
That was what her parents expected from her, she told herself as she looked across the classroom and her eyes landed on a male whose back was to her. She was supposed to like males — like that boy with the spiky hair.
And growing up, she believed that to be the case.
Yet, lately, she's been beginning to wonder.
Her eyes moved about the classroom, until they landed on a set of females. They were attractive, and her eyes immediately landed on the one with red hair. Her back was to her, as well, and she's begun to stare at it a lot, lately.
She tapped her pencil against her wooden desk, and listened to the sound the metal made as it connected with the smooth and polished wood.
It was odd, she told herself, that she was staring at this girl so often. She was female, and she wasn't supposed to look at this girl in the way that she currently has. She should be staring intently at that spiky-haired boy, not this girl…
The bell rung and she stood from her seat. She collected all of her stuff into her bag and headed for the door.
The spiky-haired boy bumped into her on the way out, and she stared at him. His eyes were like pools of darkness that she wanted to swim in. That's what I should be thinking… right? This is what an attraction is, right?
The red-haired girl soon joined him, and he wrapped his arm around her. It was clear that they were a couple — had been for about five years, now.
She stared at the subtle movement of the girl's hips as she walked down the hall in her boyfriend's embrace. Her eyes narrowed at this. I shouldn't be staring… it's wrong... She said to herself. Yet she couldn't tear her eyes away from the jeaned-behind. Her butt was so toned and tight.
It was no wonder she was considered attractive.
She shook her head, and looked at the couple as a whole; a male and a female.
That was how it was supposed to be.
She's had quite a few male crushes in her lifetime.
A loud blonde that was annoying.
A boy who raised a giant dog from the day it was a puppy.
A timid child with an unhealthy bug obsession (she wasn't sure why this one occurred).
The cousin of a friend of hers...
And now this boy — with the spiky hair and pools of black for eyes. He was an attractive male; just the sound of his last name made the knees of many females to go weak. His looks sealed the deal, though; having inherited the great genes of his family.
He was loved by many, but got claimed by the red-headed girl and was never let go of; nor will he ever be free for the taking.
So she had to hide her crush and snuff out the small flame that has been lit the moment she laid her eyes on him. She believed that this was the reason why she was staring at his girlfriend so often, now. If she couldn't have one, perhaps she could claim the other?
However, there were problems with that — the main being that the girl preferred males more than anything else in the world.
So she resorted to trying to gain the attention of the boy, once again — to make it how it's supposed to be. Because as she walked down the hallways of her school and made her way to the science lab on the fourth floor, she saw that the people in embraces similar to the one of the spiky-haired boy and red-headed girl, followed the pattern of male and female.
No male and male or female and female.
It was set in her mind that she had to find a way to be like that. To be normal. She needed a male — but the only one she currently held any feelings for was the spiky-haired male.
I have no choice. She thought as she entered her class and took a seat behind the happy couple. It's what mom and dad want.
Seduction was not her thing.
She had tried, once, to seduce a much older boy. He held red hair and was cold and distant and yet she believed that somehow, she could get a reaction from him. It had been a failure since her body was not mature, and even now she didn't have the curvy figure that the spiky-haired boy's girlfriend did, but she was more determined now to seduce a boy, than she had been three years ago.
Her timing couldn't have been more perfect; the spiky-haired boy's friend was throwing a party tonight, and all of the school had been invited. Especially her, since the boy once had a crush on her back when she was starting to notice males.
She had dressed in clothing that would make her stand-out a little, and hopefully attract the attention from other males. It wasn't too much, but it also wasn't too little. She made sure to accentuate the curve of her nicely-developed bottom, to draw boy's eyes away from what she lacked at the top.
Hopefully the attention she'd receive would later make her happier and more content with her decision.
Arriving at the party, she walked right in. The door was unlocked and open, and she was forced to squeeze through the dancing bodies of males and females; all the while searching for that familiar spiky hair.
For a moment she was distracted by a boy whom she did not recognize, wrapping his arms around her waist and bringing her in more.
He muttered dirty things into her ear; his breath saturated with the awful smell of alcohol. Yet she put up with it because she hoped that it would make her feel better about her plot. If other boys wanted to be with her, what was stopping the spiky-haired boy from wanting to be with her? She knew that the one whom she was currently dirty dancing with, had a girlfriend, as well; being as how he kept mentioning the girl's name. And while he was surely fully-dedicated to her, he was grinding his hips against her own as they followed the tempo of the music.
After a while, they left the dance floor and he took her up the stairs. It was clear what he wanted, with the way he pulled-out a condom from his back pocket.
They entered a room, and as he got his clothes off she stared at his body. It was lean and muscular, and certainly attracted many females. Yet she wasn't fully-committed to it. She didn't feel the 100% attraction that other girls surely felt.
Maybe because he's not the right one? She asked herself as he came-over to her and began to lift her shirt. I don't like him. Is that why I don't like his body?
She stopped him when he was about to lift her shirt over her head, and said that she had to pee. He was a little upset, but stated that he would wait. She left the room and began to head down the hall, not feeling bad about lying to the male, at all. She stopped halfway to the staircase when she saw the spiky-haired boy and the red-haired girl walking towards her.
It was clear that they were both intoxicated.
The girl's cheeks were rosy, and the boy had a hand on his forehead as if he held a headache. He smirked as they found an empty room, and pushed her inside.
She frowned at this.
Now what?
How was she supposed to seduce him now when he was with his girlfriend?
She huffed a breath.
Perhaps… she should go back to the male whom she had just left, and see if she can become attracted to him, instead? She was close to doing this when she saw the door open, again. The red-head stepped-out; her dress half-way off her body, and she mumbled something about wanting to pee, first.
She saw this as her opportunity.
She rushed to the bathroom door and opened it. She locked it and then held it open for the redhead. When the beautiful girl entered, she shut the door. The girl inside began to pound — clearly too drunk to use common sense on how to escape.
Ignoring the hits against the wood, she walked-back to the empty room. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stood in front of the door; literally just moments away from—
She pushed back the nerves, and entered. It was dark, but the boy's voice in her ears told her that this was to her advantage.
He didn't know that it was her.
She climbed into bed, and he found her body. He removed her clothing and she could feel her skin light on fire as he touched her. She shivered when he ran his masterful tongue along her collarbone, and worked his way down.
He teased her in a way that she fell in love with, and assured her that this was how things were meant to be, and how she wanted to be like.
When he finally entered her, her world spun.
He was an animal. And he made her feel… happy.
But despite all that, something was missing, she found as she lay against the bed during the aftermath. He was fast asleep and her legs were sticky with their mixed fluids. Despite how he made her feel during it, there was no feeling of satisfaction after.
Something was still off.
And she didn't know what.
Sighing, she got out of the bed, dressed herself, and left the room. She called a cab using her cell-phone on her way down the stairs, and reached into her pocket to get the necessary money. Thankfully, she had enough.
A few minutes later, inside the cab, she continued to mull-over the failure that she had just experienced.
She did what her parents expected of her — to be with a male. Yet it didn't feel right afterwards. As much as she wanted to feel as if this was it — this was how she would spend the rest of her life — it wasn't.
Something's wrong. She told herself as she watched the light of the streetlamps go by. Why don't I feel happy? I should be, shouldn't I? After all, when mom and dad do this, they always look happy — but why don't I? Why aren't I happy? Is it because… he's not the one?
Leaning her head against the window of the cab, she exhaled. Despite the warm feeling in her stomach, she didn't feel content with everything that had gone-on.
In fact… she found it somewhat bland.
The male's body was chiseled by God himself, surely it had to be, yet it didn't satisfy her. She found herself craving for something else. A different form.
The redhead's body appeared in her mind.
The lovely curves, the soft-looking skin, and the way that it moved so smoothly and like water. It was definitely an attractive sight, and she found herself itching to touch it.
That was it… wasn't it?
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Next chapter: Homosexuality.
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