Pairing: SasuNaru
Disclaimer: Kishimoto-san created Naruto. I'm just a hopeless American fan of it x3. So, don't sue. Like lawyers read fanfics anyway.
A/N: I had to write a fanfic. And, since Snowed In's on hold until I get an idea, This is what I made xD. It'll be 3 parts. The first part is Naruto's POV. Second part is Sasuke's. Third is in Third Person.
Excuse any OoCness, seeing as this is my first Naruto fanfic ^^;.
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'First Kiss'
A.K.A.
'The Assignment From Hell'
Part I/III
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With a wide yawn and an attention span not focused at all on the teacher I was thinking of everything but school. Ramen, mainly. Today was Tuesday…and that meant teriyaki ramen. The best, if you ask me. Well, beef's better…but…
It was then that the teacher started scribbling on the board. Squinting and forgetting about food, I watched as the words formed. 'First Kiss?'
"Ebisu-sensei? Why did you write 'First Kiss' on the board?" I heard Sakura-chan inquire, and half figured she was panicking.
"Today for homework, you are to write a composition." Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, the black lenses flashing as a strange grin crossed his face, Ebisu-sensei continued. "…On your first kiss."
Three bodies suddenly went rigid, and one of them was mine. Shit. First kiss? Mine was with that bastard, Sasuke! And he and Sakura-chan obviously seemed to remember that immediately!
Ebisu-sensei and his crack assignments. How was he worthy of teaching Konohamaru when his writing assignments were more perverted than Kakashi's ideas? Well…maybe not THAT bad…but hey, who knows?
Scowling, I sank down in my seat, hearing the collective groans of my fellow classmates. Half of them probably hadn't even been kissed before. By anyone.
Though Ino looked quite pleased with herself as the bell rang, striding out first ahead of everyone.
Hell. She'd probably had enough kisses to fill in for the whole rest of the class.
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Getting home, and after finishing off about ten cups of instant beef ramen (because I thought I deserved something extra special), I decided to begin my homework. Then it hit me. I can't tell Ebisu-sensei that the first person I'd kissed was a guy. I mean, hell. They all already think I'm weird enough, don't they? Granted, half of them had seen it. But if I wrote about it too…
Chewing on the end of my pencil, I studied the blank paper in front of me hard. What was I supposed to write, anyway? That Sasuke's mouth tasted like miso? That I'd had it on my mind for the rest of the day? And the day after? That I felt weird after it? That everyone who had seen had laughed ('cept for Sakura-chan. She was horrified)? That after a while…I started dreaming about it?
Wait a minute.
I paused my thinking, eyes widening slightly. Shit. I had actually –liked- kissing that bastard. No. No. No!
Shaking my head furiously, I dug my nails into my hair, nearly knocking my chair backward because of my movements. Was I going insane? How was that possible? I was thinking about…liking…kissing Sasuke. Uchiha Sasuke. The most egotistical bastard in all of Konohagakure.
You know…it really wasn't that bad of a kiss, even if it was Sasuke…open mouthed…clumsy…and tasted like miso…
"No way. I do not like Uchiha Sasuke."
Sighing, I decided there was no way I would ever be able to get this assignment done. Especially if, as all of our sensei's always told us, it had to be truthful. This just wasn't fair.
Once more trying my hand at writing something onto the blank page, I just decided to not put much thought into it, and write…what I felt like writing. Hehe. That would work.
Maybe, I could hide Sasuke's name. Then, hardly anyone would know, right? Ebisu-sensei wouldn't have a clue…and everyone would just think I had some sort of…well, crush. Right? Yeah! That would work.
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Ebisu-sensei stood at the front of the room, everyone's papers in his hands. I watched him apprehensively, occasionally glancing the way of Sasuke. He looked similarly tense, though I could tell he was trying to hide it. I wondered if he'd turned in an essay. I knew a few people hadn't, like Chouji. Sakura hadn't turned one in either, I noted. Then again, that was a no-brainer. Some people probably just didn't think they wanted to admit they hadn't gotten a kiss yet. After all, most preteens had.
Broken from my thoughts, I heard Ebisu-sensei's voice break the silence, followed by him clearing his throat. Rooting through the pile, he pulled out an essay. I knew from the ramen fluid stains…that it was mine.
Shit.
"First one. 'My First Kiss'. I'll keep names a secret, because some of you probably don't want your secrets out."
Relief. Mildly, at least. Meh. They couldn't tell my writing style, could they? Oh man…I hope not.
Clearing his throat once more, Ebisu-sensei began reading my paper, looking mildly bemused.
"My first kiss was with this one person. It was in the classroom, and kinda an accident. See, I was bumped by this guy, and bam. Next thing I knew, my open mouth was on someone else's open mouth, and half the class was staring. This one girl was yelling though. Apparently, it was that one person's first kiss too…
At the time, I'd spit and sputtered. Then found the nearest water source. Because that person tasted like miso. And, well, the fact that now I know what that person tasted like in the mornings wasn't something to brag about. Then, at least.
They had been just as…well, in disgust as I had. Or embarrassment…or both. We never did bring that up again, now that I think about it. Heh. Shame…
What I mean by that, is that…well, I liked it. I dunno why…or how, but, somehow now that I think about it, that one person isn't that bad. That person's kind of a complete ass sometimes. Sometimes I want to smack that person. Other times…
Well, other times, I find that person…something that I really admire. That person's a lot like me, in ways. Sort of an outcast…in their own eyes, at least. But, I don't think they realize they're a lot better than a bunch of people out there. Hehe. Another shame, if you ask me.
I guess sometimes first kisses can be messy and regrettable later on, but mine was messy…and regrettable at the time. Now…I guess it's not that bad."
Feeling my cheeks burning red, although the gaze of the class was drifting curiously around, chatter muttering 'who's was that's?', despite my obvious appearance, I stole a glance Sasuke's way. To my surprise, he was staring back at me, this sort of stunned look on his features, mouth slightly opened.
His cheeks too had red on them. Was he angry? Or was my imagination right…and he was blushing?
Quickly looking away as I sunk deeper in my chair, I heard Sakura's death threats being ushered from the seat in the tier behind me. She knew that had been mine.
Ebisu-sensei smiled at the essay, tucking it away to the bottom of the stack. Everyone's ponderings upon who had penned the essay subsided, still no one aware of whose it had been. Filing through, he pulled the next essay from the pile.
And as soon as I heard the title, I knew it was Sasuke's.
…TBC…
A/N: That was that x3.
Oh, and I can't explain Ebisu teaching, or written assignments either xD. Just pretend, alright?