FINALLY! Jesus...I've been trying to write this little bitch for ages! Haha. Well I've written the first chapter and I'm fairly satisfied with it. This is just the beginning, the next chapters won't be so vague.
This story was voted the winner out of all the other stories in the poll I made ages ago. There I called it Expulsion but now I've changed the name to Let it be me, inspired by the song by Ray LaMontagne.
Warnings: Swearing, Sex and possibly Drugs (but not serious drug use)...well they are teenagers.
Hopefully this story will be somewhat funny and not very dramatic and serious...though I can't make any promises. But I want to keep this one fairly light after all the drama of my last story.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story. This is purely for entertainment and for the purpose of improving my writing skills. This little things in bold is a technique used in the Book Thief written by Markus Zusack, one of the best books I've ever read. I looked forward to every moment when I could curl up between the beautifully written pages that smelt of rolled up cigarettes and huge book fires. I highly recommend it.
But that's beside the point, on to my story...
Naruto lay there, the cold and the wet of the hard ground seeping into his skin. His head pounded and his arm felt strange.
This was probably not the smartest of plans.
Noises sounded surreal, as if he were tuning in and out. The roar of the great black Rolls-Royce limousine that towered over him was quiet and muted, yet as Sasuke slid out of the car he heard the sound of its slick doors slam loud and clear though his thumping head. Rushed footsteps neared him, quick and loud like shots from a gun. But the voices, ghostly quiet, were whispered screams aching to be heard.
A shaky hand touched his cheek and heard his name. Slowly he opened his eyes, only just becoming aware that he had closed them in the first place. Sasuke crouched above him, the pale light that pierced the clouds flared about his head and his handsome face was contorted with worry. Naruto swallowed. It was all down to this moment. Everything depended on what Sasuke would say next.
"Naruto! What the fuck do you think you are doing moron?! What the hell! Naruto? Naruto! Keep your goddam fucking eyes open!" The panic in his voice was hardly contained.
Naruto rolled his head to lean against Sasuke's polished leather shoe and smiled. It had worked.
"This is no time to fucking smile you dick."
Of course it is Sasuke.
And his smile broadened. His cheeks hurt. But he didn't say a word, he felt too tired.
"Fuck, you're bleeding!"
I am?
"We've got to get you to a hospital."
Really? Wow…it's worse than I thought…
He felt Sasuke leave his side and go to talk to his driver. They spoke in quick smooth Japanese and Naruto didn't bother to listen to it. Instead he focused on the patter of rain that fell about him. Usually he would scowl and pout at the clouded sky, longing for the crisp blue and bold yellow sun that hung high above California. But not today. Today the loud scurrying rain never felt so perfect. He'd never thought that he would feel that way over something he hated so much. Then again, Sasuke voice always sounded perfect too. But he shook that thought for the time being and decided to wait. And as he lay sprawled across the road, a few feet away from the shining black face of Sasuke's expensive Rolls-Royce, head bleeding and arm twisted, he knew that at last something was at last working out for him.
Strange way to look at the situation, don't you think?
He felt Sasuke come nearer again.
"The ambulance is coming," he said slowly, and Naruto watched as Sasuke raised a pale long-fingered hand and ran it through his black black hair.
Oh good.
"Naruto?"
Yes?
"You're an idiot."
It was a quiet little sentence. There didn't seem to be any insult in the way his lips curved around each syllable. It was almost...friendly.
And Naruto felt his aching cheeks form another happy smile.
Sasuke snorted at the idiot's blissful expression. He was probably concussed. His car hadn't hit him that hard. By the looks of it his arm was broken and he'd probably need stitches. Sasuke rolled his dark eyes and hoped the ambulance ride would be bumpy. The moron deserved the pain for putting him through so much trouble. But that didn't stop his heart beating erratically at the thought of what might have happened if his driver had been going a little faster.
Dobe.
He stood over the man for a few moments then he settled down, upon the ground, next to the idiot he told himself he hated. He looked down at his watch and sighed.
He'd missed his flight to Japan.
The thought seemed to settle in his panic struck mind. And then Sasuke performed one of the most usual reactions for a man like him.
Sasuke's Usual Reaction
He smiled
Not a smirk or a leer or a contempt curl of the lips but a smile; a tiny elegant little thing, stretching his thin lips, curving them up, and making his black eyes sparkle in the dull light.
It was truly perfect.
Then again, Uzumaki Naruto had a knack for bringing out the best in people.
But as you can see I'm getting ahead of my-self. Let's backtrack and move away from the cold dark skies of Britain, where the rain never ceases and the clouds never clear. Let's go back before the oddly enjoyable yet confusing days of Uchiha Sasuke and Konoha's Boarding House, the Japanese Embassy School of the United Kingdom, before Sakura and Kiba and Shikamaru and Ino, before Principal Tsunade spoke her first famous words to our favourite blond, all the way to the United States of America; to California to be exact. Where the warm smell of sand and sea fills the air and the sun shines hot and yellow in the bright blue sky.
Where we watch as the protagonist of this story rustled in his crisp white sheets and pulled his tanned arm over to his alarm clock as it sung
Wake up you son of bitch
I wanna know who you with-
The music stopped abruptly as Naruto slammed his hand down on the clock. Then he yawned and stretched his arms out wide. Bright light streamed though his window and he felt his stiff muscles flex beneath sunrise skin. He smacked his chapped lips, content and rested, then slowly slipped out of bed and sauntered over to the calendar on the opposite wall.
He froze.
Today was the day.
The day Kakashi would arrive.
Five Fun Facts About Uzumaki Naruto
He's seventeen
He lives in California with his guardian Iruka
His parents died when he was very young
He likes to surf and pull pranks
He curses the very day Iruka met Kakashi
You see, the thing about Kakashi is that he and Naruto never really got on. From day one when our happy-go-lucky blond woke up to find all the milk gone and his favourite cereal practically empty and then looked over to see an eccentric silver haired man with a mask covering his face seated happily at the breakfast table eating his cereal, well let's just say it wasn't the grounding for a healthy and happy relationship between boy and man. Kakashi had waved cheerfully at the blue eyed blond but before he could say a word Naruto had let out a wailing war cry and slammed him to the ground, knocking the cereal over in the process. Whilst the strange man was pinned beneath him Naruto had started to scream Iruka's name, along with "CALL THE POLICE!" and "THERE'S A FREAK IN THE HOUSE!"
Fruit loops dripped onto his back and the milk spread through his t-shirt as Naruto struggled to keep hold of Kakashi. Suddenly he was thrown backwards and seated in one of the chairs that surrounded the kitchen table. Kakashi, quick as a flash, was behind him and held his wrists and Iruka came sprinting into the kitchen, hair a mess and someone else's boxer shorts on inside out. Naruto stopped his squirming and stared at Iruka. Iruka stopped his sprinting and stared at Naruto.
There was a long awkward pause.
Until Kakashi decided to ease the tension.
"Hi, you must be Naruto," he sung out cheerily from behind him, "I'm Kakashi. And yes, I did just spend a night of hot, sweaty gay sex with your adopted father. I'm actually quite surprised you didn't hear..."
Needless to say, that didn't help.
Their second meeting was just as successful as the first. And it ended in Naruto dangling from a tree by his left ankle, a few feet off the ground, and Kakashi kneeling beneath him smiling happily beneath his mask, reading Icha Icha Paradise.
That was not something Naruto was particularly proud of.
The phrase third time lucky didn't really work on their third meeting either. Naruto had just returned home from a party, staggering back with a giggling blonde beside him, her hair tied back in a pony tail and her skin glossy and tanned. He'd just met her, a friend of a friend who decided to gate crash. She didn't know him yet, didn't know anything about him, so she didn't hate him yet like all the others. He'd hoped Iruka would still be out of the house but when he opened the door the brunet stood in the corridor, arms folded and a parental frown marring his brow which seemed to shine in the hallway light beneath his ruffled hair pulled back into a pony tail.
"You're late Naruto, I told you to be home ten minutes ago."
Naruto scowled and stumbled a little.
"Sorry mom," he slurred sarcastically and he and his new girl giggled hysterically for a few minutes. They would have continued laughing if Iruka hadn't said, "Naruto! You come home late and drunk and you know I will not allow you to bring your..." he cleared his throat and continued awkwardly, "lady friends home. You're seventeen for Christ's sake. Were you driving in that state?"
Naruto didn't reply, he looked down and shuffled his feet, ashamed.
"But Iruka!" he whined in a nasal voice, "If I don't bring my lady friends," he paused to snigger childishly, the girl joined in, "then where will we have sex!"
Iruka's face reddened and he gave off the impression of a bomb about to explode.
"Go upstairs now," he spat out through clenched teeth, "and I'll take your friend home."
Naruto took a stepped forward to try and plead with his guardian but tripped over his shoes and fell flat on his face. The girl cackled and Iruka clicked his tongue, before stepping briskly over his groaning son and grabbing the girl's hand, pulling her out the door.
The front door slammed behind then and Naruto winced.
Naruto lay there feeling the floor sway like the ocean till he began to feel sick so he heaved himself up off the floor and he stomped upstairs, muttering about grumpy cock blocking fathers that weren't even his real father. On his way to his bedroom he passed Iruka's.
It was open slightly and as he passed he heard a smooth sensual voice,
"There you are big boy."
Naruto's body tensed. He peered round the door, heart pounding.
A very naked and, quite clearly, very horny Kakashi was sprawled across Iruka's patterned blue sheets. Roses were strewn across the room along with, and Naruto tried but failed to repress a shudder, various articles of clothing.
Kakashi, with his one visible eye half closed and head thrown back gasped in a lusty tone, "You left me here for so long, will you just come to bed already?"
Naruto gave a short nervous cough.
Kakashi looked up.
Naruto's face turned a violent shade of red and Kakashi's dark eye widened a fraction. They stared at each other in a horribly awkward silence for what seemed like days. Naruto probably would have run by now if he hadn't been so drunk. But he just felt so slow, so shocked. He couldn't react.
The silver haired man cleared his throat uneasily and said, voice thick with embarrassment, "Can I...can I help you with something?"
Naruto's eyes widened.
And then he ran.
That night he went to sleep to the slapping sound of skin on skin and cries of pleasure.
Stupid Iruka, allowed to have sex when he wasn't.
And so, a few weeks ago, when Iruka had come skipping into the kitchen, face glowing with joy and told Naruto that Kakashi was moving in with them...
Well let's just say Naruto was not amused. In fact his exact words were, and I quote, "Fuck no!"
To which Iruka cleverly retorted by smacking Naruto round the head and saying sternly, "He's coming and you're going to like it. You've had it in for him from the start but not anymore. Oh no! You are going to like him and treat him like another father."
Naruto stood up and glared at Iruka. His usually friendly eyes now cool as ice. With his fists clenched in anger and his face reddening he shouted, "That man will never be MY father! Neither of you will ever be MY FATHER!"
With furious rage still bubbling inside him he turned and fled from the room and out the house, leaving Iruka standing in their kitchen shaking. The brunet slumped into the nearest chair and cradled his head in his hands.
"Fuck..." he whispered quietly to himself, "I'm such an idiot."
Naruto ran. He ran faster and faster; his dusty bare feet pounding into the pavement that lead down to the beach by his house and the wind whipping his hair. His breath came out in ragged gasps and his chest ached.
Why the hell was he so upset? So what if some arrogant asshole was coming to live in the same house as him?
He felt a heavy lump in his throat threatening tears.
Why did he care so much?
He could smell the sea and the pavement was beginning to give way to sand.
Was it because when Kakashi was around it seemed like Iruka didn't care about him?
And Iruka was all he had...well him and
"Old pervert!" he cried, banging his fists on the shaky wooden door of a small hut that lay on the beach.
"Oi!" he called again, "Come out you pervert!"
There was no reply. Naruto pulled away from the salt stained door and let his fists drop helplessly to his sides. Angry tears began to well up in the corners of his lovely blue eyes.
Oh great. Now he was fucking crying like a stupid little kid. He felt like such an idiot. Such a stupid dumb abandoned idiot.
He hurriedly brushed his tears away and had begun to walk back to his house when a sandal smacked him in the back of the head. Deep grunting laughter flowed close behind it and Naruto spun round.
A large faced man with spiky white hair and tanned skin was standing where the sea met the sand, waving his other sandal in his hand, surf board standing upright by his side. He had a bulbous wart on his nose and red tattoos along his cheeks. His skin was wrinkled and weather-beaten and he had a sloppy drunken grin. The man was old, with a fat round belly that jiggled when he laughed and he wore a wet suit that clung close to his skin. Naruto cringed. How he managed to get so many girls was beyond him.
"Hey Jiraya," Naruto said loudly.
The man stifled his laugher and said happily, "What's got you so down kid?"
Naruto shrugged and began to pull off his shirt and kick off his shoes. With his shorts hanging low off his hips and muscled tanned chest gleaming in the sunlight, he darted inside Jiraya's hut to retrieve his own surf board, "Come on old man. Let's go surfing."
Jiraya sent him another sloppy smile and pulled his board out of the sand, diving into the water. Naruto strapped his own to his ankle and followed his old surfing instructor.
He'd known Jiraya for years. When Naruto was twelve he had seen him attempting to ride the little waves in the shallows with a piece of wood he'd found. Jiraya had laughed and strolled up to him, offering surfing lessons. Of coursed he'd agreed and Jiraya didn't regret his decision for a second after that.
The boy was a natural. As soon as Jiraya had taught him the basics there was nothing he could to stop Naruto riding the highest waves in the most dangerous spots and trying to perform the trickiest tricks. Every time the blond would wipe out he'd emerge a second later with a lovable grin stretched across his face, one hand mussing up the wet hair at the back of his head. But there was always something behind his ocean blue eyes when he'd get back on his board and face another massive wave. As if he wanted to see how much he could take till he gets unlucky and cracks his head open on his own board or an undersea rock.
Naruto let out a loud yell as he sped along the belly of a surging wave. Its tip curled round him forming a long tunnel. It splashed and sloshed, the walls of water alive. His whole world was blue and wet and moving. Suddenly the top of the tunnel crashed down on him and he was enveloped in a thick blanket of rushing water. Everything was silenced when he crashed below the surface, bubbles tickled his skin around him and the wave pulled him backwards and forwards. Up and down had no meaning anymore, it was just him in a gravity-less blue world. He opened his eyes under the water, lungs screaming for air. It was clouded with kicked up sand. He squinted and pushed in the direction he assumed was up. In a moment he burst through the surface, the sun blinding his eyes and falling across his wet skin. He smiled and looked around for Jiraya.
"Holy shit! That was amazing!" he cried out to the old man, who grinned back and nodded. Then Naruto laughed loudly. He laughed and laughed and laughed. So hard that his chest hurt and his cheeks screamed mercy. He was so hysterical with adrenaline that he had to wade out of the water and flop on the damp sand, body still shaking with laughter. He realised he hadn't felt this free since he'd first met Kakashi. Scratch that, he hadn't felt this happy in years.
The sun was beginning to dip below the edge of the water and the whole sky was alight with reds and oranges that burnt into a pinky black.
Jiraya soon followed out the water and crouched over the boy, his laughter slowly fading.
"Naruto," he said sternly, almost worried.
Naruto opened his eyes and looked sincerely up at him. The happiness he felt a few moments ago was slowly sinking down as his reality became more real. Jiraya sighed.
"Are you alright?" he continued.
Naruto pulled himself up slightly till he was leaning back on his elbows. He felt grains of sand shift along his back.
"Sure old pervert," Naruto replied, falsely cheerily, "of course I'm alright."
Jiraya looked him in the eyes for a few more moments then said, "You don't have to lie to me Naruto."
Naruto stood up and began brushing the sand off his arms and shoulders, "I'm not lying Jiraya. Listen, I got to go back alright, I kinda just ran out on Iruka but I'll see you around ok?"
Jiraya nodded and Naruto smiled a brilliant smile before leaning his board up against Jiraya's hut, picking up his clothes and heading back home.
Naruto had such a dazzling smile.
Shame it wasn't real most the time.
Naruto sat at the edge of his bed, his hair was still damp from the shower he'd just taken. Kakashi was over so Iruka hadn't come up to him and apologised for being such a dick before, or even asked him where he'd gone, though that much was obvious. Whenever Naruto left the house without his shit piece of metal that some people would call a car, he could always be found at the beach, surfing.
He heard Iruka laugh loudly from downstairs and he could imagine Kakashi's quiet chuckle. He really didn't want him to move in. It would be like there was no Naruto, just Mr. Kakashi and Mr. Iruka, the happy couple. He hung his head in his hands and groaned. He needed to do something, something to stop Kakashi from moving in. He needed a prank and who better to make one than the King of Pranks himself, Uzumaki Naruto!
He shut his eyes for a moment then opened them. His gaze fell upon a pre-published copy of Icha Icha Heaven the final book in the Icha Icha series. Jiraya, the writer of the filthy books, had asked Naruto to read it before he sent it to the publishers because apparently everything depended on this last book. It was the most dramatic, the most exciting, the raunchiest and the sexiest of them all and the ending was crucial. According to Jiraya it was a majorly surprising end. Kakashi was always going on about how excited he was about the last book. Then it dawned on him and Naruto smirked, an evil gleam in his eye.
He knew exactly what to do...
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Uchiha Sasuke grunted as he thrust roughly into the girl before him, who mewled and moaned like a cat on heat. He curled his top lip in disgust. Her tiny body was crushed between him and the dirty bathroom wall of a fast food restaurant. She panted heavily as she ran her hands under his t-shirt and along his muscled stomach. Her soft breast spilled out of her buttoned down shirt and she pressed them against him. He didn't like the feel of them, but that was nothing new.
"Say my name Sasuke..." she moaned, voice sickly sweet, as she lifted her legs and wrapped them round his waist, her underwear discarded on the floor.
The man continued to slam into her. He hadn't bothered to remember her name so instead he violently shoved his mouth against hers, anything to stop her from that stupid moaning. But it didn't help; she muttered his name through his lips. It sounded dirty. He grimaced. He trained his eyes on the corner of the bathroom ceiling. It was blackened and mouldy and he was sure he could make out at least three spiders scuttling about around there. Doesn't the restaurant pay people to clean this place? Do they just not clean up well or does this bathroom attract dirt? His mind trotted off on a tangent, wondering about the whereabouts of these mysterious, inadequate cleaners and a few seconds later it was over. He came silently, face deadpan and bored, his mind on other matters. He might as well have jacked off, it would have been quieter.
He pulled out and peeled the condom of his dick before zipping up his slim jeans, his back to the girl. He was about to walk out the door when she said quickly, "You'll call me won't you Sasuke?"
Slowly he turned around.
Five Fun Facts About Uchiha Sasuke
He, like Naruto, is seventeen
He goes to Konoha's Boarding School in England
His brother lives in Japan
His parent's are dead dead dead
He fucks...a lot
He looked at the girl he hadn't bothered to remember the name of, the girl he'd only just met, the fucking waitress at a fast food restaurant. He studied her big brown eyes, her straightened and highlighted hair, her fake bronzed skin and thick makeup. She shifted uneasily under his intense stare and looked down at his feet. Sasuke lip curled in contempt but he turned his back to her and said smoothly,
"Of course."
When he was outside the restaurant he lit up a cigarette and took a deep drag. As the smoke swirled about his face he ran a weary hand through his hair and walked.
He hated how he always felt so goddam empty.
Please let me know what you think and if it's worth continuing. I hope you liked it and will continue to do so. Haha, how very formal.
The song on Naruto's alarm clock is Wake up by Tim Armstrong. It's perfect for the mood I was trying to set.
I really like Kakashi but at the beginning I don't want Naruto to like him for the sake of the story. Though later you their relationship might improve. Maybe...heh heh.