Special Person
By: Shimegami
Warnings: Shounen ai, teensy angst on Sasuke's part
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
AN: Well, I recently got hooked on Naruto, so might as well write fanfics
about it. This is just a minor scene. Remember way in the beginning where
Sasuke and Naruto accidently kissed? What did Sasuke think of it later
when he had gone home?
For Real
I flip on the lights after I had closed my front door. Kicking off my sandals, not really caring where they landed, I headed straight for my bed.
A few bumps and one flop later, I lay on my stomach, deeply contemplating my pillow. Today had been exhausting, even if I hadn't admitted it to my fellow gennins.
Gennin. I was officially a shinobi now. All my hard work has paid off. But it wasn't my small triumph of passing that caused thoughts to run through my brain.
It was one small event that had taken place earlier today. I had nearly forgotten it due to the intensity of fighting Kakashi, but now, alone and peaceful, my mind decided to forcefully bang it into my concious mind.
It had been an accident. It was obvious by the way his eyes had widened so slightly right before his lips had pressed mine. He hadn't meant to do it, and I certainly hadn't been expecting it.
Unlike my reaction had stated, the kiss itself hadn't been that bad. I had...almost enjoyed it. But reality had crashed down on me, and I had been mortified.
Bah! Why was I thinking of this now? I stand up swiftly, ignoring the head rush. I march forcefully into the bathroom, and turn the sink tap on full force.
I splash my face a few times, trying to erase the faint red staining my cheeks. It did no good to dwell on the incident. I pause for a moment, catching my reflection in the mirror.
Slanted dark eyes stare at me, black unfathomable pools. Longish black bangs frame my pale face, setting off a contrast of silken night and pearly skin. Red still faintly ran across my cheekbones, the only signal of where my thoughts had been. Water droplets ran rivulets down my face, to reach my chin and drip back into the sink.
I suppose my gently angled face, with its perfect skin and sharp features, is something desirable. I myself hadn't seen why females fawned over me so much. Especially as I hadn't given them any incentive.
I continue the inspection of my face, running my eyes over the features. My face was something I always saw, yet never really studied or paid attention to. It was mere fortune that I ended up with physical beauty.
I wasn't handsome, not truly. My features were too fine, too sharp to be called that. In fact, if I widened my eyes slightly and made my hair longer, I would almost be mistaken for a girl. My features were too refined for handsome, I was more "pretty" or some would say, "beautiful". Well, maybe that explains the female situation. I've often heard that girls like pretty boys, for some reason.
My vision drifted to my lips, and instantly memories of what had happened rushed through my mind. The blush I had fought off returned in double force, spreading over my face and turning even the tips of my ears a faint pink.
I plunge my face into the water, trying to erase all the memories of that incident. I wouldn't think of how soft his lips had been against mine, the way he tasted faintly of ramen and sunshine, and the amazing blue shade of his eyes when they were only centimeters away from my own...
I curse violently, forgetting I was still underwater. My profanities earned my a mouthful of water and some sputtering. I look up to glare at my reflection. The pretty features were now twisted in anger. The eyebrows slanted down over darkening eyes, and my mouth pulled itself into a frown that resembled a pout more. Good grief, I even get mad pretty. Twisting my unintentional pout into a grimace, I splash more water, before finally turning the tap off.
Watching the water drain away, I forced my anger to go with it. It was an accident. He would probably never remember it anyway, even if I would always secretly treasure the few seconds it had lasted. He was so spirited, so firey and determined. Even if I pretended I hated him, I would always try to be beside him. He made me forget about my pledge, and my vengence, and my hatred, even if for a few minutes.
And anyone who could make me forget that, was special indeed.
~Owari...?~ AN: This was intended to be a one-shot, but maybe I can extend it...cause I just love SasuNaru XD. And a few wishes to continue from reviews wouldn't be bad, either....(hint hint)
For Real
I flip on the lights after I had closed my front door. Kicking off my sandals, not really caring where they landed, I headed straight for my bed.
A few bumps and one flop later, I lay on my stomach, deeply contemplating my pillow. Today had been exhausting, even if I hadn't admitted it to my fellow gennins.
Gennin. I was officially a shinobi now. All my hard work has paid off. But it wasn't my small triumph of passing that caused thoughts to run through my brain.
It was one small event that had taken place earlier today. I had nearly forgotten it due to the intensity of fighting Kakashi, but now, alone and peaceful, my mind decided to forcefully bang it into my concious mind.
It had been an accident. It was obvious by the way his eyes had widened so slightly right before his lips had pressed mine. He hadn't meant to do it, and I certainly hadn't been expecting it.
Unlike my reaction had stated, the kiss itself hadn't been that bad. I had...almost enjoyed it. But reality had crashed down on me, and I had been mortified.
Bah! Why was I thinking of this now? I stand up swiftly, ignoring the head rush. I march forcefully into the bathroom, and turn the sink tap on full force.
I splash my face a few times, trying to erase the faint red staining my cheeks. It did no good to dwell on the incident. I pause for a moment, catching my reflection in the mirror.
Slanted dark eyes stare at me, black unfathomable pools. Longish black bangs frame my pale face, setting off a contrast of silken night and pearly skin. Red still faintly ran across my cheekbones, the only signal of where my thoughts had been. Water droplets ran rivulets down my face, to reach my chin and drip back into the sink.
I suppose my gently angled face, with its perfect skin and sharp features, is something desirable. I myself hadn't seen why females fawned over me so much. Especially as I hadn't given them any incentive.
I continue the inspection of my face, running my eyes over the features. My face was something I always saw, yet never really studied or paid attention to. It was mere fortune that I ended up with physical beauty.
I wasn't handsome, not truly. My features were too fine, too sharp to be called that. In fact, if I widened my eyes slightly and made my hair longer, I would almost be mistaken for a girl. My features were too refined for handsome, I was more "pretty" or some would say, "beautiful". Well, maybe that explains the female situation. I've often heard that girls like pretty boys, for some reason.
My vision drifted to my lips, and instantly memories of what had happened rushed through my mind. The blush I had fought off returned in double force, spreading over my face and turning even the tips of my ears a faint pink.
I plunge my face into the water, trying to erase all the memories of that incident. I wouldn't think of how soft his lips had been against mine, the way he tasted faintly of ramen and sunshine, and the amazing blue shade of his eyes when they were only centimeters away from my own...
I curse violently, forgetting I was still underwater. My profanities earned my a mouthful of water and some sputtering. I look up to glare at my reflection. The pretty features were now twisted in anger. The eyebrows slanted down over darkening eyes, and my mouth pulled itself into a frown that resembled a pout more. Good grief, I even get mad pretty. Twisting my unintentional pout into a grimace, I splash more water, before finally turning the tap off.
Watching the water drain away, I forced my anger to go with it. It was an accident. He would probably never remember it anyway, even if I would always secretly treasure the few seconds it had lasted. He was so spirited, so firey and determined. Even if I pretended I hated him, I would always try to be beside him. He made me forget about my pledge, and my vengence, and my hatred, even if for a few minutes.
And anyone who could make me forget that, was special indeed.
~Owari...?~ AN: This was intended to be a one-shot, but maybe I can extend it...cause I just love SasuNaru XD. And a few wishes to continue from reviews wouldn't be bad, either....(hint hint)