Shut Up and Kiss Me - NaruSasu Romance and HumorRated M
Chapter OneSasuke's P.O.V.
Uzumaki Naruto at thirteen. He was every pervert's dream, and mine. Big blue eyes, fluffy blond hair and small, girlish structure that was unusual for his gene pool (considering he was the spawn of our devilishly handsome Superintendent, Namikaze Minato. I found myself looking at the faculty's year book photos just so I could see that man's God like chin). And I couldn't believe Naruto was such a pussy back then with a beautiful face and body that a third grader half his size could lift with ease. He was also very shy and gave me all the dirtiest thoughts under the sun for that boy.
But then, sadly as fate had its ways of giving me hard times without the "solution" (literally speaking) Minato had announced his leaving right before our grade -and most importantly, that little dish, Naruto-chan- entered into middle school. I was sad, not only because he was going, but man…! The THINGS I could have done to that boy were amazingly pouring into my pleasure gland, making me hard. As a young man, I wasn't supposed to be having such thoughts about an innocent looking boy. But you didn't know him like I would have. His soft voice would have been completely gone after I was done with him over and over again in the locker rooms.
My apologies. I suppose I'd better explain myself to you. Uchiha Sasuke, at your service. Back when I was young I used to think about Naruto every single night before bed and I found out quickly what it was like to "grow up" fast and mature sexually before anyone in my grade. Alas, I never was able to indulge on my sexual fantasies. Before I could even kiss the fucking boy, he was being taken by the hand and bribed with god damned ice cream if he made his goodbye to me quick. And Lord knows that I would have taken him there if his amazingly sexy father wasn't standing behind him… So instead, he waved a goodbye with his tiny hand and smiled softly at me, making my heart thud.
Why yes, I do quite remember that day. His eyes sparkled as he told me something about being a good person to play ball and tag with on the playground, but we all know that I wasn't listening. I looked the boy up and down, noticing he wasn't wearing his school uniform how he had when he actually was enrolled. Instead, it was a baggy orange shirt and faded blue jeans with black converse. I drooled, wishing it was a short skirt and top. Ooooh, with a bow in his hair too…! That would have been perfect.
Maybe I've now become a pervert, entering my last year of high school as a senior and still thinking of having that thirteen year old underneath me. I tried hard not to think of it when I was bored in class, even now.
Sitting in my homeroom before the bell rang, I was rattled out of my current thought process as an annoying buzz sounded around my poor, abused ears. I had been hearing the same loud talk of the women around me who were my classmates for years now. Lucky Naruto-chan, I huffed. But, I had to admit. What they were talking about did intrigue me. I looked behind me at the four women I called friends: Sakura, Ino, Hinata, and Karin. Three of them blushed, but all did the same of forming a tighter sewing circle so I couldn't hear. But they were pretty much idiots, and I loved them all the same. I had excellent hearing, as they obviously didn't know. Or they did know. I couldn't tell. Well, except Hinata. She never really talked much and even if we were friends, it never went so far as to discuss my hearing. But I liked the girl and enjoyed her company, nonetheless. Though her breasts always scared me. G-cups. Yikes.
I acted as if I wasn't paying attention (I am excellent on the stage, if I do say so myself) and heard as much I could, understanding what I was able without hearing the first part of the conversation.
"Did you see him in the hallways? Sooo handsome…!" I heard Sakura's voice whisper hoarsely.
Why, thank you. I thought to myself, being my, admittedly, egotistical self.
"Very…! Has his hair length changed you think? And those eyes…! Much more mature…" Karin purred.
No…I touched my hair. I hasn't been cut yet. And my eyes are quite lovely…~
"Has….his marks become more…p-prominent too?" The soft voice of Hinata asked. "I…believe they have…looking back o-on it now…"
Wait…Marks?
"Maybe. He's so tall too~ And his uniform really brings out his masculinity." Ino sighed softly. I looked down at my uniform. I was barely masculine with a soft complexion, with perfectly groomed hair and a normal teenage body of a male high school basketball star, only a little on the short side.
"Seriously?" Karin gasped. "Is he ripped?" The idiotic redhead asked in a girlish tone. Okay, now I know they're not talking about me. I turned and gave them the look that let them know I was curious. They kept a stone face when looking back. Well, three fourths of them, anyway. And of course, they blinked. I just turned around in my seat and asked with a chocolate voice, "Ladies, might I ask who it is you're gossiping about?" Hinata just looked embarrassed. "We aren't gossiping." I rose an eyebrow at her and nodded. "Well, you seem to be talking about someone. You're stuttering, Hinata-chan~" I smiled. "Maybe you're finally falling for me?" I asked, obviously teasing. Apparently, the others were protective over the subject of the new high school hottie.
"Why would she fall for you? How could that thought even cross your mind?" Ino asked. I gave her a look that she knew I meant nothing by the statement but she didn't phase this time. She just glared. "Ouch, Ino. That really hurt." I held my chest. She rolled her eyes. "It's not about you, that's for sure. Everyone knows you're gay anyway, so what would be such a big deal even if we were talking about you?" She spat towards me. I smiled. "Because, just as everyone knows my sexuality, they also know I don't give a fuck and am an egotistical narcissist." I grabbed Ino's powder cover up and looked in the compact mirror to wink and kiss my reflection.
Sakura rolled her eyes with Ino that time.
"Now tell me." I said, snapping shut the compact and looking back at the four. "Who is the devil of a man you've been talking about-?" Just as I freaking finished my sentence, the damn bell rang. I looked at the clock and glared, moving around in my chair, pouting and crossing my arms. I watched as our math teacher, Mr. Umino, walked into the room, fumbling with his coffee and graded homework in his hands. He had been our teacher even in sixth grade and loved our year so much, he transferred so he could still teach us. He looked exhausted. But who would blame him. It was the start of a new semester and we had just taken our semester finals over our break. Nonetheless he smiled and acted cheery, though, like us, we knew he was exhausted.
"Hey guys." He smiled at us, setting the file down and taking a deep swig of his coffee before throwing the empty cup in the trash and writing something on the chalk board. I closed my eyes and still wondered who they were talking about. No one came to mind. But I knew I shouldn't have closed my eyes. Images of Naruto came back and I smiled perversely. Though thankfully, considering I didn't want to think of him in class, our teacher's warm and fatherly voice welcomed me back to the real world and I looked up.
"We have a new student. Or rather, old student. You may remember him from elementary school, and if not, well, it'll be a good time to meet him." Mr. Umino paused dramatically and wrote the name in Japanese kanji on the board. I almost shit myself as my stomach twisted into knots. It…couldn't have been true…!
I sat up straighter and didn't care who noticed. Mr. Umino smiled at us all. "Uzumaki Naruto, you can come in now." He said, walking to the door. My heart started to pound. Oh, GOD! He must have been a Queen by now if he was a Princess back then! I hoped he was still short…
And of course, fate still hated me after all those fucking years. Uzumaki Naruto…was not only the boy I fell in love with… he was a man now. No. Fucking. Lie.
My jaw dropped. He stood about a half a head taller than Mr. Umino -who was as tall as me- and very muscular. His hair wasn't fluffed, but lazily spiked and he had a smile that made Hinata swoon. I know this because I heard her sigh softly as he looked around the room. He fiddled with his black tie and smiled back at Mr. Umino. "Thanks Iruka." He said. The man just gave him a look and Naruto mumbled an apology. Holy Damn he grew up fast. And his bawls dropped probably six feet in those torturing six years…! I was infuriated and immensely turned on at this point. I flushed and hid my face in my hands. No, no, no…. This couldn't have been possibly happening to me! I groaned audibly and I could feel a few glances my way.
"Why don't you just sit down, Naruto?" Mr. Umino offered kindly and I looked up in time to see Naruto stride with long legs to a spot three desks diagonal from mine and one up. I blushed and kept back a nose bleed. He was probably huge too.
I felt a tap on my shoulder. "That's the guy we were talking about. Ironic huh?" Sakura said in a cruel way. I just hissed a warning.
~TBC
Author's Note: So, as you all know I hate SasuNaru and that entire first part was like the death of me. But it had to be done. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter~ There will be more later. Please review!
