Hey everyone,

Here is my newest fiction. I hope you enjoy it. It's my first fiction written in first person, so tell me what you think. I can change it to third person.

I will be posting two more new fictions. The one/two that get the most reviews, I will continue.

So, this is a pilot. Please tell me if it is worth continuing with it or not.

Beware; Yaoi, SasuNaru, spanking, and more.

Chapter 1, "The curious friend"

Today, I received a letter from Naruto. It has been sitting on my coffee table untouched since then. I've really wanted to open it, to see where life had taken his relationship with Sasuke. Yet, I hesitated. Throughout my few years of life, I discovered that the ending or the destination constantly distorted the facts of the journey. So, the minute I open the letter, the validity of my memories and judgments in telling their story would be soiled for ever. For that reason, I have decided to write their story before opening that sealed envelope.

I don't know where I should begin, but I guess it all started the day Naruto proposed to me. We were seven years old then. The adorable dummy stood infront of me with one of these rings you win from Gumball Machines, and shouted it out loud for the whole class to hear. I punched him. I punched him then I cried. I honestly believed that he was mocking me.

For the next twelve years, he stalked me relentlessly. I saw him every time I peeked to my left or right. Although I always retorted with resentment, he made me feel special. I will leave it at this since this story is not about me.

Anyway, I was in a frat party when a guy put his hand where it didn't belong. I was a bit drunk, but I fought back. Girls, never drink too much, or you might just end up flimsily punching a 7 feet tall hunk as he tries to rip your pants off. Luckily for me, Naruto was there as usual.

"Leave her alone!" The blond shouted at him, tossing a spiked drink at the back of the guy's shaved head. "Get your hand off of her, or I will break it."

Sparing the details, I ended up driving Naruto to the hospital. He gave as well as he took, but he still ended up with two broken arms. Apparently, the guy's frat brothers weren't very fond of Naruto threatening their friend.

Over the next month, I shadowed him night and day. I felt so guilty that I wanted to cry myself to sleep every night, but he was there to cheer me up. Typical of me, I made it all about myself. One day, I decided I was going to repay him. I send him a text message saying:

Your bed tonight. Bring protection.

Yes. Yes. I know what's going through your minds. You think I was a w***e. Well, you're not wrong. But I was nineteen, an undeclared freshman, and just out of a home were sex was referred to as 'the bad thing we shall not talk about' by both of my parents.

That night, he walked in terrified expression on his face. He tried to act confident, but I knew him better.

"S-Sakura," He chuckled nervously. "Are you sure you want to have s-s- t-do- this."

"..."

"B-by this I mean," He took a deep breath. "Hmm, this- s-sex. You and me. I will be awesome and everything, b-b-b- you are a girl."

"So?"

"A girl! You have to watch reputation."

Then, I didn't really care for status much. "We are not living in the nineteen thirties Naruto. So, are you going to take off your clothes, or are you waiting for me to change my mind?" I spat.

"I thought you liked Sasuke," he commented as he started to take off his clothes slowly. He had so many layers on, it felt like it took forever before I could see his well sculpted tanned abs. I remember thinking about how hot he was, regardless how lame he usually acted.

"I am practicing for him."

"Don't you want to save your-"

"I already had sex before, Naruto!" I hissed looking away.

"It doesn't mean you are not as specia-"

"Just take your pants off!"

He licked his lips and nibbled on them nervously, hands hooking around the hem of his pants and pushing downwards. I will save you the details of the next few minutes, but by the end of it, he was sitting by the edge of the bed brooding.

"I-I- don't know- This never happened to me before!" His hands flew in the air.

"It's okay. It happens. You were nervous," I mumbled feeling mortified for him, and a bit uncomfortable personally.

He sulked more making me feel guilty. "May be, it happens. I swear. I mean... Well, may be you were focusing on me too much." I honestly don't know what that meant, but I said it anyway.

"M-May be. Yeah. Because I am a considerate lover, I focused too much on you." He replied. I was almost sure he didn't know what he was saying as well.

"Yeah. Plus, may be you- you know, with yourself- too much. I heard it can do that."

"N-No! No. No. No!"

"Okay, may be it's because you are in an unfamiliar place, or may be you have unrealistic expectations from watching porn and reading erotica," I replayed what the professor in the psychology class said earlier that day about erectile dysfunction.

"I-I don't watch porn!" His voice cracked as he got up and headed for the bathroom, escaping our conversation.

"Really? I thought all boys did."

"I don't like it."

"So... Magazines?"

"No! Stop talking about it!"

"I just want to know."

"It's personal."

"Tell me, and I will shut up about it," I followed him to the bathroom, and watched him splash his face with icy water.

"Fine. I use my imaginations."

I paused for a second, "So, what kinds of things do you imagine?"

He looked at me in horror.

"Don't be a prude, I think about sex all the time."

His face was almost tainted in blue after my comment.

"Breathe," I sighed. "Just think of me as your guy friend or something."

"But you are a girl."

"No, I am Kiba Inuzuka."

"I can't talk to Kiba about that-"

"Ehm ehm, it's 'you' not Kiba."

"Fine, I can't talk to you about that, Kiba, because you-"

"I am Nara."

"Who you are is not the problem?"

"So what is it?"

He turned away from me, "I don't know."

"Do you like guys?"

He started coughing. I honestly thought his lungs were going to come out. I marched towards him, and started tapping on his back to help him breath.

"I am not into guys!"

"Fine."

"I am not!" I could have sworn the whole complex heard his splitting screech.

"I believe you."

"I am not gay! I am not! I like guys- girls-I mean girls. I like girls not guys."

I blinked a few times trying to take in all the confusion, "Fine you like girls. But I would like you better if you liked guys anyway."

"Why?" He squeaked in a seesaw voice. "Girls are better. They have... hmm... stuff. Stuff to hold," he motioned with his fingers forcing me to roll my eyes.

"Don't guys have stuff to hold as well."

He stuttered for a few seconds before screaming out, "I like vaginas!"

For some reason, that was when I was sure Naruto was gay and in denial. I really didn't think any guy, gay or straight, was comfortable saying the V-word. Yet, I was sure no straight guy would be willing to shout it to the girl of his dreams.

"And tits!" He corrected.

"May be you like both girls and guys-"

"I don't like guys."

"I mean my psychology professor says that some researchers suggest that there is an innate bi-sexuality in all of us."

"I don't like guys."

His answer was the second clue. That morning, all the straight guys I told that statement to responded by asking if I would be willing to try something with another girl. So, why wasn't Naruto thinking of me kissing cute little Hinata for instance?

"Fine, you don't like guys..." I walked back to my bed. "I think Kiba has been working out lately. Don't you think so?"

"Kiba is a health freak," he spoke naturally, calming down. "He goes for runs with Akamaru everyday."

"Oh, well, it shows. I am not really into freshmen, but my friend was just saying how he is the most do-able freshman," I commented trying to see how he would respond to that. I could have never prepared myself enough for his answer.

"Kiba? Not Sasuke Uchiha?"

I paused for a few seconds trying to convince myself of lying, "Oh, Sasuke is hot and everything. But Kiba... His butt looks so yummy." 'Sorry Sasuke,' I thought.

"I think Sasuke has a better b-" he froze. "I- I mean from what I heard. Girls like Sasuke's b-b-butt more 'cause it's fir- I don't know why girls like him!"

"Well, hands off him. He's mine!" I waved my index in the air. "Dibs!"

He started laughing tensely, "I hate him."

"I think that would be called 'reaction formation'. A concept in psychology in which someone expresses the opposite attitude towards something because he feels insecure-"

"I hate that psychology class! Stop trying to over analyses everything. It's just PSYC 101!" In retrospect, I did go over board with the psychological stuff that semester.

"Fine, I won't talk about psychology anymore, closet case. I was just trying to help you-"

SLAM

I stared at my door for almost five minutes after he had stormed out. I felt guilty for hurting him. Yet, I grasped something; I was going to repay him for looking after me, by getting him to realize his true feelings towards men.

I also decided that Sai would be the best gay guy for the job. The man was like the straight-converter. The rumor was that he had slept with four guys from the on-campus abstinence club, including their president and faculty sponsor. He was UN-stoppable.

I called Sai that night, and offered him two-hundred bucks if he would get Naruto to make out with him. The next week, he waited for me outside of my ARIC class sporting a blue and yellow bruise.

"He shouldn't see you around me," I whispered angrily while scanning the surroundings for any ridiculously bright orange shirts.

"Six-hundred," He rested his hand on his waist.

"You must be kidding me. You already agreed-"

"I didn't know his boyfriend was a little too jealous when I said yes to two hundred."

"Boyfriend?" I squinted my eyes.

Should I continue?