Yes Master
By: Creepy-kreme
Disclaimer: Naruto and the gang is mi... (Splat!) (Booooooo!) Pshhhhh, can't you let a girl dream?!
A/N: Okay. So, I know I should probably be doing the next chapter of OMC (yes! I am... was... working on it... I swear!) and also NG (nope. Haven't even planned about the nex... okay. I will. Now stop glaring people!) but really! I can't concentrate with this Sasunaru in my head distracting me. This scene just popped in my head at 2 in the morning (yea, yea. Me and my insomnia) and I finished writing this around 4. So, can you tell me how the hell can I possibly write a successful Sasusaku and Narusaku if all I can think about is the two boys making love, Sasuke kissing Naruto senseless, groping every inch of... yeah. You don't want me to finish that.
Yaoi. You've been warned.
More notes at the bottom!
"Go out with me."
Uchiha Sasuke just blurted out all of a sudden in the middle of a meal, freezing not only just his friends on their table but also everyone who happens to be in the crowded cafeteria as well.
. . .
There was a long and awkward silence following that. It is as if the time has stopped moving. No one dared to move. No one dared to speak. Heck, no one even dared to breathe. After all, no one would want to miss the chance to witness the Uchiha Sasuke, second heir of the Uchiha bloodline, President of the student council and captain of the basketball team, not to mention the school's heartthrob, asking anyone out. Especially when that anyone happens to be in the male category.
Meanwhile Naruto, in the middle of swallowing his ramen, inhaled a good portion of his food. Kiba, being a good friend and all, tried to help him and patted Naruto on his back. He didn't miss the slight narrowing of the young Uchiha's eyes. Well, no one really did, but of course, with the excemption of a certain young blond idiot. "I-I'm sorry... what?"
"You heard me."
"And why the hell would I do that?" Shocks and gasps could be heard all throughout the place.
"Uhh, because I said so?" He asked as if it was the most obvious thing the world.
"Because... you said so... mm-hmm. Right." Naruto, unsuccessfully trying to contain his laughter, failed to grasp what Sasuke had just admitted to him a few seconds ago.
"Can you... uhm... atleast tell me a reason as to why the fuck should I follow whatever you tell me?"
Sasuke waited for Naruto's laughter to die down before he answered.
"I own you, that's why. Although, it's too bad that it's only just for a week, but I think that'll suffice for now."
All the humor left his person and Naruto slammed both of his palm on the table and pushed his seat back to stand up, making the seat stumble and fall. The sound of his palm and the chair made everyone cringe.
"What?! Who owns who, teme?!"
Sasuke, then, decided that he liked this fiesty side of Naruto... preferably in bed.
"I don't like repeating myself, Dobe." He said as he watched the blond with onyx eyes swimming in amusement. "I said I. Own. You." He liked how the words easily rolled on his tongue.
"Since when exactly did that happen, may I ask?"
"Oh. How polite of you. I see you're already getting the hang of this... servant and master thing, Naruto. Impressive." The Uchiha crossed his arms over the other, making his biceps flex in an 'unintentionally' erotic way and smirked sexily, turning the girls, and also a few boys in the surrounding area into a massive pile of goo.
"Shut it, teme! Answer the damn question!" He said through gritted teeth, trying hard not to get affected by Sasuke's rather obvious... distractions. That guy could look sexy without even batting an eyelash. Hell, he could look sexy even without an eyelash! (Which he find so unfair, now that he think about it.) But when he actually is trying... damn. Just... daaaamn.
"Now, now. That's not how you speak to your master, Slave. I bought you after all. It is quite a lot of money." Sasuke measured the amount using his thumb and forefinger and pinched it an inch apart.
"S-slave?!" The blond asked incredulously, his eyes growing wide. "If this is some kind of a sick joke of yours, Sasuke, then I'm telling you right now, it's not funny."
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
"No. You look like a clown." He deadpanned.
He heard a few snickers from his table probably coming from Sai and Kiba, a barely contained laughter coming from Tenten and Ino, and a soft whisper of troublesome from Shikamaru making Sasuke's calm facade twitch in annoyance and can only narrow his eyes at them in return. He looked up at Naruto again and stared at him. He can't hurt his dobe in public. (Yeah. That's right. His!) Well, not the kind of hurt you're thinking of anyway. He smirked mentally as a picture of a certain blond in shackles and a gag clouded his vision. He licked his lips in anticipation, making every single mouth in the room (yes. Including Naruto) to go dry. But in all honesty, Naruto is the only person who can grate his nerves and rile him up in a matter of seconds and still remain alive to tell the tale. Seriously. Is that what love does to people?
Sasuke could almost swear that he can hear an impending immense headache coming at him like a wildfire. He closed his eyes as he gripped the bridge of his nose, slightly massaging it and sighed.
"Alright..." he opened his eyes once again and stared right into his soon-to-be-lover's eyes. Onyx to cobalt. Cobalt to onyx. All his composure perfectly back in place. "If you don't believe me, you better ask Sakura about this then."
"What does Sakura has do with any of this?"
"She's the Vice-President of the student council and the most influencial person in school. Well, second only to me, though." The raven-haired stated matter-of-factly.
Naruto clenched his jaw and tried to ignore how egotistical that sentence had sounded and proceeded to his question. "And?"
"And I assigned her to take in-charge of the school fest this year."
"And?!"
"And then there's this auction where the highest bidder can buy chosen students who will act as their slaves for a week for a starting bid of a thousand ryo." Naruto stared at him as if he'd grown another head. "Oh. Don't worry. It's for a good cause." He quickly added with a sly smile.
"Can you just get to the fucking point, Sasuke-teme?!"
"And... Sakura sold you to me."
"She what?!"
"Just..." Sasuke sighed again and slumped a little on his seat, "ask her, will you? And can you stop shouting? People are staring."
"They're staring because of you, asshole! And I will shout whenever and where ever I want. I don't fucking care who hears me!"
"That is so like you, dobe."
"What did you just say, teme?!"
Dark aura filled the place for a minute before someone interrupted their glaring contest. And Naruto was thankful for that, because right from the very start, Naruto knew he was fighting a futile battle. He grabbed the table like his life depended on it. Everyone thought it was because of anger. But they're dead wrong. Naruto swear he felt his knees buckle and go weak under the man's intense gaze.
That glare should be illegal!
"Sasuke! Naruto! What the hell is going on?" Sakura shouted as she tried to walk past into the gathering crowd.
"Thank God Sakura! Please tell me what this... this... teme said wasn't true! Please! Please, I'm begging you!" Naruto ran towards her and placed his palm together, as if praying to God.
"Ooohh no... this is about the auction, isn't it?" Sakura asked, anxiously biting her lip.
Naruto, sensing her anxiety, knew it was the bad news she has brought and not the good one he's been expecting.
"Sakura." He urged her, knowing she wasn't going to add anything anymore. At least, not yet.
"Well, remember when you told me you'll help me with something?" Sakura fidgeted.
"Yeah?" Naruto asked slowly and narrowed his eyes. "What about it?"
"Uhh. A few days ago, I learned of this... auction. It was Tsunade-sama's idea. And everyone in the student council, with the excemption of the President," she glanced briefly at Sasuke's direction, who is currently smugly smirking right now, enjoying the show. She had to... no... she must remind herself to beat him into pulp... but decided to do that later and sated herself with just glaring daggers at the man's head for now. "...will choose atleast one student to become a prize." And she looked back at Naruto, contented with the hole she'd bore in the Uchiha's head. "She never told us what the auction would be and she just told us that the money would go to a certain charity. Tsunade-sama said that we had 15 minutes to decide. And, yeah, I... sort-of-kinda chose you."
"That sounds very Pokemon-istic, Sakura." Naruto growled, making Sakura squirm in her place. (1)
"Well, what do you expect me to do?" Sakura asked, exasperated. "Tsunade-sama specifically asked for you and I was the only one who hasn't chosen yet. I had no other choice. I was desperate, Naruto! I can't think of any other friend who would do this for me."
"Well, when you asked me to help you, this isn't what I had in mind! And that Baa-chan, I swear..."
"Oh cummon, Naruto. Please? Do this. For me?" Sakura cut him off, pouted and tried making her eyes wide and teary. She knows Naruto's a sucker for this. And he knows she knew.
"Sakura. I know what you're doing..."
"Please-y please-y?" A little bat of the eye here and there... (2)
He heard the Uchiha snicker and glared at him, which the said Uchiha just ignored.
"You know, I hate it when you do that." He finally said, sighing.
"Pleeeeeease? It's for the children in the foster care. We're raising a fund to build them a new home." And by the look on Naruto's face, Sakura knew just who had won.
"Thank you Naruto! Really!" She exclaimed.
Not waiting for Naruto to reply, she wrapped her arms around him and utter a haste goodbye, saying that she's gonna get killed by Tsunade if she's later than she already was, or somewhere along those lines, and left behind her a gaping Naruto and a smirking Sasuke.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiing!
Hearing the bell, everyone hastily left the cafeteria, leaving behind a still gaping Naruto and an almost laughing Sasuke.
"I really am you're slave now, am I?" Naruto glanced briefly at Sasuke, who just smirked back.
"This isn't just your sick way of revenge, right?" Naruto suddenly asked.
"Hn." Sasuke couldn't contain his grin. Naruto's face was priceless.
"So... you're really asking me out?" The blond inquired nervously.
"Dobe. Who says I'm asking?" He smirked again, before standing up to stride towards the door.
That ego-testicle son-of-a-bitch! How far that guy's egoism can go, he'll never know. That guy has serious problems regarding the amount of hot air in his head.
The blond scratched his head furiously, golden lock shoving on his face. He was out of his wits. He can't think. His mind is mess. Screw it! His mind was already a mess and that guy just said four words and made it even messier! That piece of mother-fuc-
"-I'll pick you up at 6. So be ready. Toodles, baby." (3)
When Sasuke was about to close the door, a shoe flew past him, probably aiming for his head followed by a noise from inside that made him chuckle.
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! You mother-fucking ASSHO-!"
Tbc. (?)
My awesome (psychotic) notes:
(1) trust me. It was pretty hilarious when I said it the first time.
Pokemon-istic... HAHAHAHA! Yep. Still pretty hilarious to me.
(2) uh-huh. Pretty effective if you ask me. My friend does that all the time. I'm a sucker for that too and have yet to find a drug for immunity. Sorry bout that.
(3) Christian Grey isn't the only one allowed to have a trademark bid of goodbye. ;)
1. Hisashiburi. It's been a while people. I know. I know. I'm not gonna spout some lame excuse here as to why I was gone for a loooooooooong time. But you guys have to know that I really really am sorry for leaving my work undone.
2. I don't know if I'm going to continue this. I am (still) currently procrastinating because of the other 2 fics I left undone. So, yeah.
3. But please make me change my mind! I really enjoyed writing this! Enlighten my fingers and my muse (yea you stupid muse! Work! You've been laying around all year long doing nothing, asshole! You're such a jerk for making them wait!).
4. Oh btw. It's my first time writing a yaoi fic so if you see anything wrong here and hopefully in the near future, please kindly point it out to me. (Because I rarely proof-read any of my work. Teehee!) Thank you. I might need a beta for this.
5. Adios, mi amigos mi amigas.
6. Make my brain work and review. Tell me what you think.
Re-read and tried to edit few mistakes I saw... I apologize if there are still some. (3-27-13)
