Disclaimer: If you value your mental health…do not read =)
All you fan girls, i´m sorry if I hurt your feelings :L
Just to inform you, this is not finished, i´m leaving the ending up to a friend =P
Enjoy, while your mentality is still intact.
Naruto…the orange wonder. One may wonder how he was ever christened a ninja, for when in hiding, his yellow vibrant hair, mixed with his fruity jumpsuit, was about as subtle as Russel Brand and his love for hairspray. However, for me, he was my everything, for when the sun was hidden behind the gloating presence of my massive erection, he would be my everlasting light.
The name is Sasuke, Sasuke Uchicha, and I am Naruto's bitch.
At least, I like to think I am. For, at night,I transform into what I could only dream about being his body, and sit for hours, glaring and my reflection in the mirror, touching myself, invading every orifice with an innate smile spread from cheek to cheek. Well, when I say myself, I imagine it's him. I imagine that they're his. For there was a reason for the saying, 'What's mine…is his.' I imagine I will sleep well tonight, for the view of the Uzumaki residence was oh so clear and I could see him…I could 'be' with him…I could watch him. But that wasn't enough for me. My libido was the highest it had ever been…and I wasn't going to let it go to waste.
I quickly grabbed what I had been calling my 'emergency' pack, and leapt out the windows, heading in a straight line, towards his house. I cast my newly developed technique, one I had only tried on that dog users; Kiba I believe his name is, "trustworthy" dog. How loyal that bitch turned out to be. I chuckled as I considered the fact that he was now under my spell. I suppose you can say that he was now…my bitch. I could do with him as I pleased.
I entered his home, only to find a long black hair on the floor and for once, it wasn't mine. I shuffled a little further into the apartment, only to find a purple hooded jacket, some, what I could only describe as netting and lingerie. I looked towards his bed…and gasped.
Hinata was there, naked as a mole rat, her curves flaunting at me, reminding me that she was what he wanted…a GIRL. I felt cheated on. However, something told me this wasn't the whole picture. I activated my sharingan, only to find that Naruto's chakra was idle; he was not awake.
I walked forward from amongst the shadows. She gasped, her eyes bulging and frailly attempted to cover herself. I grabbed her wrist, and threw her at the harsh chill of the metal pole, strategically placed from the night before. From my pack, I pulled out a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs and fixed her and her god forsaken curves to the metal. I let out a satisfactory small chuckle, a half assed grin intoxicating half of my face.
"Now it´s your turn to watch…"