Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Warnings: Contains yaoi, rated M for later on
A/N: This story takes place when Naruto goes off to train with Jiraiya. I realize that that would make him about 13 years old and I seriously doubt that 13 year olds would act like this but whatever :P I think that this story is only going to be two chapters, and I don't really know when I'll get the second chapter out considering I havn't written it yet, but it will definatly be before Christmas. This story is told from Naruto's POV
He wonders why they all look the same; the women he chooses. All of them with midnight hair, enticing him into the darkness, seducing him with an aura of mystery and forbidden pleasure. Their pale porcelain skin lit up by street lights shines like a beacon to him, drawing him closer. Each of the women's features is always similar. Deep cool eyes reflecting the harshness of this world set upon beautiful elegant faces with expressions of apathy. They are thin, perhaps too thin, but he doesn't care. He likes them that way, with their jutting hipbones and small bust. Not too overly womanly. He prefers them to be his height or taller; it's more fun that way. More satisfying to get them off their high horse, to wipe the smug looks from their faces as he controls them. It's an incessant need that he has. One that he constantly tries to moderate but never seems able to. He craves the feeling he gets from dominating them, and he doesn't know why.
Every town and village that he travels to with his teacher he finds these women sub-consciously. His mentor knows all about his dealing with them, and can't fathom why his pupil selects those particular creatures of the night. Especially when cheerful bubbly buxom girls practically throw themselves at him.
They simply hold no interest for him. He finds them frankly unappealing and wonders if he is strange in that way. Perhaps his teacher has just over exposed him to that type of woman. Or perhaps he was never attracted to them to begin with.
He isn't too sure when he first started seeking his midnight companions, he just knows that it's become an inescapable habit. Something inside of him becomes partially whole. Never complete; no, it never completely fills him, but it's enough for now at least. Someday though he realizes that it won't gratify him anymore. How does he know this? He hasn't a clue. It's just a sliver of a feeling in the back of his mind.
He wanders through the brightly lit village bathed in the multicoloured lights streamed across the streets. Banners and confetti line the walls of every building in sight, creating a kaleidoscope of colours. People mill about loud and noisy with un-abandoned joy as they celebrate a better time. Children run amuck shrieking in laughter at things that only they can perceive as amusing. He envies them for it. Envies their carefree innocence, something he never had.
Everyone has celebratory expressions on their faces as they take part in the festivities. Except for him. He trudges amongst the crowds, the villagers' happiness bouncing off of him unabsorbed. In a way he stands out, seemingly passive in a sea of vibrant emotions. He's not in the mood for it. Not in the mood to act joyful, as if he hasn't a thing to worry about in the world.
So then, why is he out? Why is he walking through a festival he has no wish to partake in?
He feels restless. He feels that need and desire that consumes him frequently at night. Like an addict to crack, his addiction for his late night conquests never vanishes. But he won't find what he's looking for here. His choices of women prefer the shadier parts of town, not cheerful streets with celebrations going on.
He sighs and keeps his feet moving past the game venders offering small toys or money as prizes. The games are always rigged but nobody cares. It's all about pointless fun. Old women hold out charms for luck and love that people buy with silly hope that they might work. All of this he pays the barest attention to as he moves by.
Slowly the noises from the crowds dissipate as he walks father away into the less lit parts of town. He wanders aimlessly around the streets looking for signs of life but it seems deserted. The whole town must be participating in the festival. He lets out a little groan and looks up to the dark starry sky. It stares back at him unreadable and immeasurable, offering none of the guidance he could use. He continues his stroll through the winding roads, his feet stepping mechanically over the uneven cobblestones.
Outwardly his demeanour is calm and seemingly nonchalant. His face is a blank slate; the only hint of what's boiling inside him is expressed through his fiery blue eyes. He's starting to become desperate. He needs his fix.
His steps echo through the quiet village as he once again enters a street that is completely devoid of life. But he keeps walking, keeps up his moderate pace. He knows his search tonight will most likely be futile, yet something inside him won't let him stop. He can't bring himself to quit looking; his craving for his midnight mistresses is more intense than ever.
As he turns the umpteenth corner that night, he stops dead in his tracks. His heart seems to pause for a split second, before beating wildly in his chest. The blood rushes to his head as he gazes at perfection.
Leaning against a white washed wall, arms crossed over her chest, she is the most beautiful person he has ever seen in his life. Her skin glows in the moonlight giving her an ethereal look and her raven locks shine like the finest silk. Her eyes fanned by dark long lashes are closed as if she is asleep. He can tell from her profile that her face is beautifully oval shaped with perfect bone-structure from obvious good breeding.
His attraction to her is stronger than anything he has felt before and the intensity of it drives all thought from his brain, leaving him standing there gaping dumbly. He somehow fails to notice that her shoulders are broader than the average woman and that she has a significant lack of bust. He takes a step towards the enchanting creature and the noise causes her eyes to snap open. Dark fathomless orbs flick towards him and hold his gaze.
He knows those eyes. Knows them far better than anyone else's and knows, without a doubt, that this beautiful angel is not a woman.
His face flushes. He tries to make a sound to call out to the person, but the raven-haired beauty pushes off from the wall and walks away. His brain, still fried, doesn't register that the object of his desire is slowly escaping. Not until the haunting perfection disappears around the bend, does his mind finally kick in.
"Wait!" His voice slices through the silence, echoing against the buildings. He runs after the captivating person but appears to be too late. The road is empty once again.
His fists shake in anger and despair as he tries to control his frustration. This can't be happening, he can't have lost his one chance to expel his nightly anguish. Even if he were to find by some miracle, another person that fits his criteria, he recognizes that it would not satisfy him.
Above him the stars shine down innocent and mocking in their incomprehensible way. His eyes shift up to them involuntarily and he curses them, for he has nothing else to vent his frustration on. But then he catches a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye. He squints up at the roof of one of the buildings. A silhouette walks with vicious grace along the top, an enticing lilt to its steps.
He lets out a breath of thankful relief. The familiar outline of the raven-haired vision is obvious, as he has looked upon that person countless of times.
He jumps up effortlessly onto the steep sloping roof and trails behind the stunning boy. The ethereal beauty stops and sits down soundlessly at the peak of inclined surface. He sits down as well with no hesitation. He feels an assured confidence now, that he will have this person. It is foolish perhaps to think this way, but he is determined more than ever.
He turns his head to speak, when an earth-shattering boom rumbles underneath them and the darkened sky lights up with a multitude of colours. Thousands of luminous pinnacles of light rain down over the village. The vivid rays of illumenence cast a brilliant glow over them creating a dazzling image of other worldliness about their features.
A slight pressure is felt against his leg and he sees that the beautiful raven has leaned closer to him. So close that he can smell the intoxicating scent of the illustrious person. It drives him wild and it's all he can do not to jump the alluring beauty.
As if the tempting boy can read his mind, the exquisitely perfect face pivots towards him. Elegantly shaped eyes hold a daring look and luscious pink lips are upturned in a half smirk.
The extremity of his desire is so great that it makes him marvel at his self-control. Although, perhaps it isn't so great after all. He watches interestedly as his arm moves on it's own accord and strokes the side of the familiar flawless face. His hand trails down and firmly cups the other's chin. He doesn't go any further however, as the raven-haired boy pulls away.
A slight contemptuous look is placed across symmetrical features, and it's like a switch has been turned on inside of him. He will dominate this person with a ferocity never unleashed on anyone else before. It will be his ultimate conquest. The one that defines all his previous ones. He does not dare to let himself think what would happen if he should fail to achieve control of the stunning beauty.
His face gives an answering look full of amusement. He pulls the boy up to his feet and holds the beauty possessively. His fingers grip the slender hips hard enough to bruise. There is slight resistance from the lithe body but he holds tighter. Pale fingers clench the fabric over his chest in a contradictory action. He grins inwardly at the brief moment of indecision shown from the raven-haired boy. He knows that it is not something that happens often with this person.
He leans in closer so that there is no space between them left. Their body heat engulfs the air around them establishing their own private juncture in time. He looks hard into the charcoal black eyes, his every feature displaying what he doesn't need to put into words.
You will be mine, you are mine, you always have been, and you know it.
The beautiful boy acknowledges the unsaid statement with a delicately raised eyebrow suggesting defiance.
His blue eyes darken with lust as he anticipates the challenge of bringing the alluring beauty down. He will definitely have fun tonight.