Bear in mind that I put this story as completed because it's just full of oneshots. Or maybe some of them are connected to each other, depending on what stories I might write. This is pretty much my excuse to write different AUs though. But I might be a lazyass and rarely update it, so…don't wait up on me…(hence why it's considered as completed).
"That one asshole costumer that always comes in 5 minutes before the store is about to close" AU
Warnings: Umm lime and swearing, as usual.
Disclaimer: Once upon a time, I discovered an anime shop in London, and I was totally fangirling the whole time. Got myself a keychain of Itachi and one of SNK, and then I realize that I'm never gonna be able to claim them as mine. This is not my characters. This is my plotline.
A: An asshole like Uchiha Sasuke
After working in this convenience store for six months as a part-timer, it feels like it's a natural thing to do - muttering "Welcome to the store!" whenever the bell chimes, waiting behind the counter for customers to finish browsing through the store, scanning all those stuffs they buy under the machine and cheerfully saying, "Please come again soon!" before they walk out through the door. It's more or less like it's been engraved into my mind and I automatically keep on saying that, whether I realize it consciously or unconsciously.
However, in this 'same old, same old' routine of mine, there is also another thing that has never failed to occur during my time working in here. That would be the fact that some asshole has decided to come into the store precisely 5 minutes before I close it. And I mean it literally, he always comes exactly at 11.55 pm, no matter the time, no matter the days, no matter if it's inconvenience to the workers working here.
And today is, apparently, not an exception. I glance at the clock placed near the cash register and by the time it reaches 11.55 pm, my eyes lazily trail over the front door, waiting for the usual businessman to make his entrance. He enters the shop, looking straight up at me and smirks, all the while loosening his red tie over his suit. Screw saying my usual lines, this is no time to be polite. "Damn it Uchiha, I'm dead tired and super exhausted, will you just please grab your damn drink and leave as soon as possible?"
"You're supposed to choose either dead tired or super exhausted; there's no meaning in using them twice in a sentence. They mean the same thing, you know?" is what he answers.
My eyes twitch and the urge to strangle him has never been this strong. "Ha ha, I don't work in here to perfect my grammar you bastard! Fuck you!"
"Mmhm, maybe I'll fuck you once you finish your job tonight?"
"You wish you could, asshole!"
"You're right. I wish I could."
That manages to shut me up. Of all the things I thought he would say, that was the least one on my mind. Was he serious or is this one of his jokes? But Uchihas don't joke, he had said. Shit shit shit shit was he serious? I glance at him to voice my thoughts only to find that he's currently walking towards the drink section, grabbing the chrysanthemum tea without any hesitation. I snort, finding the whole situation funny. Here we are, having the stoic Uchiha Sasuke as the epitome of perfection - not like I'll ever admit it to his face - in our store and the only thing he ever buys is the tea. I would have never imagined it; I would have thought that a person like him would get more into coffee rather than a canned tin of sweet tea, it doesn't really suit his appearance, but I kind of find it adorable. Kind of.
Then again, why wouldn't I? The first time I met Sasuke was during a rainy night. He was standing outside of the convenience store, brushing some of the water drops away from his suit. I presumed that he didn't have an umbrella, so out of pity, I lent the store's umbrella for him to use. He looked at me as though I was one disgusting creature, but nevertheless took the umbrella and walked away from his spot.
It was just a spur of the moment. I had the habit of saying whatever comes into my mind, and that time wasn't any different. I was feeling irritated towards the guy who had the decency to look down at me just because I was a no one and he was apparently someone with high credibility. "Yeah sure, just go and run without saying thank you, why don't you? Asshole! You ungrateful bastard! Sheesh I hate guys like you!"
He stopped in his track, and for once second, I thought he was going to beat me. Instead, he walked back towards me, grabbed me by my collar and kissed me under the rain. "This ungrateful bastard is at your service from now on," he paused, glancing at my name tag, "Uzumaki Naruto."
And just like that, my life from that day's onwards filled with nothing but Uchiha Sasuke coming late at nights just to be an annoyance towards me. Although recently, it's more or less like a friend's visits (with extra, extra flirting on top of it). I had never questioned him why he had kissed me that first night. Or why he keeps on coming back to the store and sometimes talk about his day when I don't even care to know about it. I don't even bother to question myself as to why my heart is pounding at the sight of him, or why I seem to look forward towards his visits every night.
Sasuke has that smooth raven hair that would definitely feels good to run my fingers through, and those ebony eyes that seems to suck me in whenever I stare at him...like right now. His face holds little to no emotions, but if one carefully observes him, they would notice how his eyes seem to speak on a whole different volume. Whenever he's annoyed or pissed, his eyes would narrow dangerously and it feels as if he's putting on a death glare that seem to pierce through anyone's chest. If he's entertained though, his eyes would have this glint of mischief, and right now, it looks like his eyes seem to darken even more than possible.
"Oi, what are you staring at?" Sasuke waves a hand in front of me, and only then I notice that I've been totally ogling him. Shit, damn it. This totally not-so-secretive-crush - as kindly told by Kiba - that I habour towards him is killing me slowly. I'm pretty sure my face is red by now, and I decide to focus my attention on doing my job as a cashier instead. However, before I can further take the item from his hand, he grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. "Or perhaps..." his voice drops a few octaves and I can't help but to gulp audibly when he leans forward slowly, as if testing to see at what point would I draw the line at, "You see something you like?"
God, fucking damn it. It should be banned how sexy his voice can get. And here I thought his normal voice is sexy enough. This is something else, fuck I'm so doomed.
"Naruto?" he whispers my name against my lips and damn it, the way my name rolls perfectly from him makes me feel all tingly and shits that I've never experienced before.
"Yeah?" I reply, failing to resist the urge to lick my lips. He follows the motion with his eyes, his hands move to grab the back of my head and to change the angle slightly so he can crash his lips onto mine without further ado. I moan at the foreign feeling, my own fingers running through his hair (and yes, it's as smooth as I had imagined it to be) to pull him closer; only a wooden desk separating us from getting too closer.
"Um, yeah, okay this is awkward..." an awkward laughter fills the room, and Sasuke pulls back from kissing me and glaring at the brunette standing not far from us. "I just...wow, I mean...wow."
Sasuke snapped, taking this chance to truly send a death glare at the intruder, "What do you want, Inuzuka?"
I clear my throat, trying my best to hide my embarrassment and instantly snatch the tea from the desk to scan it under the barcode scanner, all the while trying to avoid from looking at him.
"As much as I love that these sexual tensions are resolved, it's already quarter past twelve and I would appreciate it if you would close the store now, Naruto." Kiba smirks, laughing when Sasuke growls at him.
"Ah yes, right...yes, of course. I'm just...um you know, just - eeeek!"
Sasuke shuts me up by kissing me roughly, before it turns into one of those passionate kisses that I've seen on movies. He bites on my bottom lip gently, silently seeking permission and I grant him without hesitation. I don't know whose moans is louder, because all I can feel is Sasuke's tongue on mine, biting and sucking on it playfully and turning me into this mess before Kiba has to forcefully pull us apart.
"Damn it! Get a room guys! Naruto, just close this store now so I can go back home and you two can finally fuck like rabbits!"
Sasuke groans, taking his tea and gives me one last peck on the lips. "I'll wait for you outside."
I nod absent-mindedly, not being able to process the string of events that happened tonight.
"Did I...did we just kiss?" I ask Kiba, whose face looks so disturbed on so many levels.
"Fuck yes you did. Now I can't get the image of his tongue inside your mouth out of my mind. Fuck you! Fuck Sasuke! What are you guys even doing making out in the store? Damn it Naruto, as much as I support you, I don't need to see that! Fu - "
"Alright alright, shut up Kiba. I'mma close this store now." I sigh, licking my lips and taking in Sasuke's taste. Well, what do I know, him being the last customer of the day isn't so bad after all.
That escalates quickly...
Did you guys get the reference I make with Kishimoto's habits of piercing through people's chest? Check if you manage to find where is it. ;)
I actually wanted to combine this AU with this "You're a store clerk and oh shit I just spotted my ex please let me hide behind your desk-thing" AU (yes, I kinda intend for it to be M-rated), hence the reason why I have Sasuke waiting outside but it's late and I have an appointment tomorrow. Although I might just edit this and fulfil my cravings of having Sasuke sucking on Naruto's dick while his ex is in the store searching for painkillers.
