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Different Types of Men Swimsuits
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"Sasuke Uchiha, why the hell are you wearing a mankini?"
Things were definitely not looking up for the Uchiha this fine, Saturday morning — like it ever did, anyways, especially when it involved a certain pink-haired girl standing in his room this moment with a white box in her hands.
The Uchiha nervously glanced at the pinkette through his mirror, hoping he would just for once disappear into a tiny, self-made hole in his backyard.
But, no, nature hated him with a strong passion.
Sasuke stood there in complete and utter humiliation at being caught wearing a mankini. Why couldn't have it been when he wore a speedo.
Why a mankini — for heaven's sake! Why?
He was just standing there, dumbfounded at the thought of his girlfriend finding him trying on a mankini.
Please let this be one of my horrid nightmares! The Uchiha thought, bug-eyed.
But, the Hokages were not looking up for him because the dreaded repeat of the words spewed out of the pinkette's mouth...once again.
"Sasuke Uchiha, tell me why the hell are you wearing a mankini? or heavens please tell me this is just some horrid dream!"
The raven-head gulped, not knowing how to reply as he looked himself back on the full-length mirror. I sure wish it was. He thought soulfully.
It seemed like forever until the Uchiha had the guts to respond to the impatiently awaiting girl.
"U-uh...well..." He said nervously — no, Uchiha's do not stutter.
"I'm waiting, Uchiha." She emphasized, using his surname.
"It was Naruto's fault!" Sasuke exclaimed out of nervousness, knowing this was half-true.
Sakura flushed in anger, throwing the white box aside. "Don't you start blaming this whole fiasco on Naruto, Sasuke!"
She didn't even say '-kun'. His inner thought, deciding to go sulk in the corner.
"But he did!" Sasuke squeaked, something no Uchiha would've done, but this was his girlfriend — Sakura Haruno — we were talking about; the one with slight anger problems and hulk-worthy, inhumane strength.
"No. He. Did. Not." Sakura seethed, pronouncing each word with menace. "He's in freakin' Romania with Hinata and his family!"
Sasuke gulped, backing up against a wall. Crap.
"That baka sent me it via mail." Sasuke muttered, deciding to kill the idiot the next time he sees his whiskered face.
"And you bothered to wear it?" The rosette yelled, jabbing his chest.
The raven-head shrugged. "Yeah...?"
Sakura pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing with agitation before counting down from ten to one. She inhaled a breath of air and exhaled.
"At least have the decency to close your blinds, Sasuke-kun." She said with an eye roll before pointing towards his window.
Sasuke rose a brow, looking at where her finger pointed. He trailed his eyes to see fangirls with hearts in their eyes — thankfully — too engrossed in the Uchiha to decide to take multiple pictures and post a life-sized poster on their walls.
He gulped, sweat-dropping. "Oh."
His girlfriend rolled her emerald-green orbs, flipping off the girls and shutting the blinds closed. "God, Sasuke-kun, be more observant when you dress so...provocatively."
The raven-head smirked. She said '-kun' this time. He thought with satisfaction until a thought struck his mind.
"Were you jealous?" Sasuke questioned with a smug smirk.
The pinkette — who was about to pink up the white box — suddenly gasped, dropping it back down. She faced the Uchiha, red-faced like his favorite fruit.
"Why would I be jealous of multiple fangirls watching your every step, movement, and lifetime when me — your girlfriend — barely sees you for more than three hours a day? I'm not jealous. I'm just pointing out the fact that multiple, annoying fangirls are always on the move for my boyfriend. They have no right to—" Sakura fumed in anger.
"So," Sasuke began, inching closer towards her. "in short terms, you are jealous."
The rosette sighed in defeat. "In words you cannot imagine." Sakura mumbled, falling against his chiseled, naked chest.
After a moments of silence, the pinkette realized something. "You do know that you're still wearing a mankini...right?"
Sasuke chuckled. "Yeah, and it fits tightly on me."
The pinkette couldn't help it; her emerald eyes traveled towards his manhood, where it bulged enormously in the tight mankini he wore.
Sasuke took the lead, but before he could do anything, Sakura pushed the raven away, remembering the white box she found in his mail. She walked towards the place she dropped the box, picking it up.
"What is it, Sakura?" He asked, walking towards her.
"It's something from Naruto." The rosette explained, opening up the box and shifting through the tissue paper to reveal the object hidden in it.
Their jaws dropped as they brought the material up to their eye-level.
"How the—" Sasuke gulped, blushing slightly.
"NARUTO! YOU BAKA!" Sakura yelled. "He's in Romania! How did he get a hold of this?"
"There's a card." Sasuke said, flipping it open.
"What does it say?" The pinkette asked.
The raven-head gulped. "Uh...well...it says...just read it." He said, shoving the paper in her face for her to read.
Hey there, Teme!
Somehow we got mixed up with our
flight tickets and ended up in Japan!
Our hometown, remember? You should
visit here sometimes. It's still amazing!
Anyways, I know you were tempted to
try on the speedo and mankini I sent you
(hehe), so I decided to gift you with a
traditional Japanese Fundoshi(1)! Now,
let's just hope Sakura-chan sees you in
this.
Your best friend,
Naruto
"You're tempted to try this on, aren't you, Sasuke-kun?" Sakura asked with a smirk.
Sasuke blushed, being caught once again. "Hn." He grunted before snatching the material in her hands and walking towards the bathroom.
"Hurry up, Sasuke-kun! You don't want to keep me waiting that long." The rosette said with a devilish smirk.
Sasuke blushed deeper, hurrying the process as he finally stepped out in three seconds flat.
"Someone's a little anxious." The pinkette grinned, eying him up and down with a satisfied smirk before pulling out her camera.
Snap!
"This is so going on my facebook page." Sakura grinned, sticking her tongue out at the shocked Uchiha.
He growled, pinning the pinkette onto his bed. "It better not."
"I'm just joking, Sasuke-kun." She said rolling her eyes as she pecked him on the cheek. "It's going on my bedroom wall after I print out a life-size copy!"
Sasuke's eyes widened.
"By the way Sasuke." She added.
"Hn?"
"Your Fundoshi slipped off."
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(1)Fundoshi | A traditional Japanese style of underwear, sometimes worn as swimwear.