A.N: Unbelievably, dear readers, - this was inspired by a candy commercial. I saw this weird ass Snickers ad, got this rabid bunny, and simply could not deny the hyperactive hare. I hope you all enjoy it 'cause I loved writing it.
This Kiss
This, I think, will probably be written off as being spontaneous. I have no doubt that this will be considered yet another of my few but ever-dramatic deviations. All the villagers will think this was a sudden decision - decided solely by my desire to rebel. Nevertheless, I will always know the truth - this was in no way spontaneous. I have been thinking of doing this, dreaming of doing this actually, for years and years.
At first, I denied it. I thought I had gone crazy. I swore this was another of my brother's sick tricks. Itachi lives to cause me misery and this has been nothing but wonderful, torturous misery. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately? I'm not sure actually) I realized rather quickly that this was not Itachi's style. He delights in torturing my mind - not my heart.
It was that kiss - that perfect accidental kiss - that showed me that this was no illusion. I was in love with the single most blond person in the whole village. I was angry, freaked out, and more scared then I had ever been before. So I ran. Perhaps I knew - at least subconsciously - that running would be an exercise in futility. Perhaps not. However, it was not long before I returned from Orochimaru - knowing that absence certainly makes the heart (not matter how retched) grow fonder. I tried to give you up - cold turkey - but I am addicted and I now know it.
I found that I could never, ever run from you. Even when I was countless miles away, all the thoughts that littered my mind were of you.
Everyone will think I am being spontaneous by kissing you. But that simply is not true. I have longed for your soft caramel colored skin for as long as I have known you. A sleepless night spent thinking of you, followed by a strenuous spar spent (on my part) staring at you weakened me. This would have been fine if I had not glimpsed it. A pout, so childish and immature and so utterly you, gracing those pink lips of which I have been dreaming. The expression wasn't even intended for my viewing - but view it I did. The moment I saw the pout I knew I was doomed.
No longer could I deny myself. No longer could I deny your power. I will act out my part as the demanding bastard - stealing a kiss whether you like it or not (but I pray to any and all higher beings that you will enjoy it.). All those who see me kiss you (and all those who hear of it via gossip) will call it spontaneous. Just another ploy to defy the path set for me. You will probably think this kiss was spontaneous too - and I'll let you think that. You are a weird kid and the idea of me being spontaneous will probably turn you on - you little dobe.
But I will always know the truth. Nothing about this kiss was impulsive for I have wanted you for as long as I have lived. And as I walk up, I think I will smile - not smirk. Smile, a real and true smile. The sort of smile that only you are allowed to see grace my face because you are the only one worth it. You will back away like a terrified child (as you should be - even the simple mental image of stoic old me smiling is enough to startle Neji), I will stalk you like a fox, the villagers around us will stare, and it will be so wonderfully ironic how the roles have all been mixed. One way or another I will trap you and it won't be nearly as hard as it would have - had you been truly conscious of the situation.
Then, I will kiss you.
And oh Naruto - how nice it is to be home again.