All Of Me: A Naruto Fanfiction
Summary: "They were doomed from the start. They were surrounded by a cloud of deception. In the end, there could only be him . . . and there could only be her." SasuNaru, fem!Naru, AU.
WARNING: SasuNaru, fem!Naru, rated for cursing and future scenes.
DISCLAIMER: Come on, do I look like I own Naruto?
Chapter One: For Whom the Bell Tolls
"Good morning, sunshine!" A cheery blonde woman greeted her son, roughly tugging on the covers that hid her beloved. A muffled moan resonated throughout the room as she persistently played tug-of-war with him, the quilt making a remarkable replacement for the supposed rope.
This was the routine of Uzumaki Naruto – or Naru, for short – a proud twenty-three year-old single mother who strived to be the best – not to mention annoying mom – any kid five miles from where she stood could ever have. Of course, her young son, Uzumaki Sora, would certainly digress and endlessly complain about how troublesome his mother was.
But then again, the child was a mere three year old, and all three year olds hated their mothers when they weren't getting what they wanted.
"Mommy," Sora complained, curling up into a ball once the covers were no longer in his possessive little hands. "I don't wanna."
Naru simply grinned evilly, "You don't get up now, Mommy's not gonna feed you your pancakes."
The little ball twitched.
"And what a waste; Mommy even made sure to put extra butter in there with your favorite maple syrup and strawberries!"
"I'M UP!" Like a bolt of the lightning, Sora jumped out of bed and hurried down the stairs where he knew his favorite breakfast awaited him. Laughing to herself, Naru held her stomach and began folding her son's Star Wars sheets like a proper, well-mannered mother would.
But Naru was Naru, and anyone who knew Naru would certainly attest to the fact that she was never well-versed in manners.
Frustrated when the sheets appeared to be in an odd shape, Naru simply clumped it together, growling, "Goddamn, motherfucking sheets won't fucking listen to my mother-"
"Mommy!" Sora shouted from below, "You owe me three and a half dollars!"
"Dammit!"
"Four and a half!"
Naru smacked her lips together before angrily dumping dollar notes into Sora's third, rapidly filling 'Swear Jar.'
Breakfast with the Uzumakis was a loud, chaotic affair that could only mean that this particular breakfast was indeed with them. No other household was as loud or enthusiastic as the blonde mother and her dark-haired son.
"Get changed, Sora, baby! Grandpa Jiraiya and Granny Tsunade don't like to be kept waiting!" Naru fondly ruffled his hair, giving him a quick peck on his cheek as the little boy stretched on his tippy toes, eagerly placing his dishes into the sink.
Watching her little son run up the stairs, Naru couldn't help but feel the ghost of arms encircling her waist. She closed her eyes, relishing the painful memory.
And as her brief moment of vulnerability passed, Naru forced her façade of infallibility to snap back into place.
"Jesus Christ, Naru, what have you been doing to my grandson!" Tsunade smacked Naru upside the head as the blonde woman grinned unabashedly. "Look at him! He's even more adorable than he was the last time!"
"The last time being yesterday," Naru laughed. "Just admit it, Granny. Even your Unholy Ice Queen-ness cannot resist my son!"
Sora blearily blinked at both blondes before ducking into his mother's coat. "Mommy, I don't want you to leave."
Naru's heart tightened into a knot. She forced a smile and said, "Mommy will be back in a flash," just like how her own father had once told her.
Tsunade gently picked Sora up from his mom's protective arms. "She'll be back before you know it, buttercup. Now, don't you wanna go wake up your Grandpa Jiraiya?"
"GRANDPA JIRAIYA!" And as simple as that, Uzumaki Sora was once again distracted. The mess of raven-colored hair bounced excitedly as the boy tried to escape his grandma's cage of arms. Tsunade merely laughed and set him down, both grandmother and mother watching as the object of their whole hearts ran up the stairs.
Turning to the younger blonde, Tsunade wrapped Naru in a death-defying hug. "Good luck today, honey."
"Thanks, Granny."
And with that, Naru trudged off, not minding that she was already twenty minutes late for her job.
Uchiha Sasuke was not, under any circumstances, a patient person. Gritting, he checked his phone for the umpteenth time, already hating that she was clearly twenty minutes late – and still counting!
"Where's that annoying girlfriend of yours, brother? Time magazinewaits for no one." Uchiha Itachi growled, pissed off and thoroughly irritated with the fact that his brother's girlfriend decided to be late now, at this very moment, when said brother and his girlfriend's faces were about to be imprinted on the front page of the historical magazine.
And Sasuke being the unemotional block of ice that he was, responded, "Hn."
Itachi's palm met his face.
"I am super duper sorry that I am so late! My driver got stuck in traffic, so I had to fire him, and then had to find another driver last-minute! Oh, Sasuke-kun, please forgive me!" Haruno Sakura cried, bursting into the room with her army of hairstylists and make-up artists marching behind her.
Sasuke cringed.
It wasn't that Sakura was bad – although admittedly, she was – at learning Japanese honorifics. He was just bothered by how she pronounced it. "Sasuke-kun?" she tilted her head to the side, pink hair swaying as she stared at him confusedly, "Sasuke-kun? Are you even listening?"
"Yes, I am."
"Oh! What a relief! Hinata, get me my chair and some chamomile tea – I can't do a photo-shoot without my chamomile tea!" Sakura said, or more aptly put, ordered.
Young Hyuuga Hinata, being a freshly graduated university student on an internship, smiled weakly and hurried to meet her boss's demand.
Itachi smacked Sasuke upside his head. "I don't know what you see in her, but whatever it is, it better be good for us to put up with this shit."
Sasuke sighed and turned around, heading towards his personal changing room.
There, in the solace of the empty, quiet space, Sasuke closed his eyes and began reminiscing his better days, where things – although twice as chaotic and frustrating – was indefinitely more enjoyable.
But as every good memory arose, Sasuke couldn't help but shut them down. And with them, so was his heart.
"Tell me a story, Mommy!" Sora demanded of his tired mother.
Naru smiled, clutching her child closer to her side as she ran her fingers through his dark hair. "Well, what kind of story do you want?"
Sora took a while before answering, "Something romantic!"
"Oh, well, let's see . . ." Naru cleared her throat, "There once was a couple, completely different from each other -"
"This doesn't sound romantic."
"Would you let me finish?!" Naru teased him, ruffling his hair.
Sora huffed and waited impatiently for Naru to continue.
"There once was a couple, completely different from each other. The boy was proud and arrogant; the girl was loud and bubbly. At first, they hated each other. It was the typical hate-turns-into-love situation, where they became best friends before realizing they were falling deeply into love.
"Although the road to being with each other was tough and trying, it was worth it. They'd found their soul-mate within each other, and nothing was ever going to keep them apart. They were him and her.
"The boy and girl grew up to be respectable adults. They were dysfunctional and fought often, but never forgot their undying love with each other. It was always going to be him and her, and they were stubborn, always going against their parent's wishes for them to separate.
"You see, baby boy, the man's parents held too much pride – they wanted their son to be with a woman of class, of name . . . of respect. They wanted him to be with a woman whose name was recognized internationally, not one whose name related to fish cake."
" . . . fish cake?"
Naru smiled, haunted, "If said in Japanese, yes. Would you like Mommy to continue?"
"Yes, please!"
"Okay, then. The pair went on to get married, and as the man's parents rejected the woman, they too rejected their son. They disowned him, and the father made sure his son was miserable at work. See, both father and son worked under the same company, the father being the head, and the son being the next in line for the throne.
"And the man wanted that so much – power. He wanted power, baby boy. It was the only thing that rivaled his love for the woman. His father made sure he spent every waking moment at the office, he made sure that every single minute he had was spent working. He made sure the man no longer had time for the woman.
"The woman, left alone, could only wait at home with a cold dinner. Every night, she prayed to God that he'd bring him back, that he'd come in saying, 'I'm home,' but he never did. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and the woman no longer saw the man except for a few times.
"But that was okay. As long as he was fine, as long as he was alright, she would be as well, because they were him and her. One day, the man came back home, finally on time. The woman was absolutely pleased! She'd missed him terribly, and that night was their night, the very first night that they got together.
"Instead of a present . . . they got into a fight. This was the beginning of their end. Now, every moment the man spent at home was spent yelling and screaming, throwing things as the woman fought back equally hard, shrieking about how he no longer cared about her.
"Eventually, they decided to end it. You see, baby, they were doomed from the start. They were surrounded by a cloud of deception. In the end, there could only be him . . . and there could only be her." Naru finished her tale.
"That's . . . not . . . a romantic . . . story . . ." Sora struggled to finish his sentence as he drifted into his own dream world.
Naru stared up into the dark ceiling, her heart breaking as she whispered, "No, it's not, sweetheart. It's not."
A/N: I hope whoever's reading this would stick around and leave a review! I really, really like the plot I have for this story, and I really wish it won't go to waste. Anyway, it's my first time writing, so please tell me if I completely suck and need to rewrite this, or if I'm doing a pretty good job (if you do that, I'll make sure Naruto glomps you in your dreams *smiles*).
With that said, I strongly encouraged anyone who's reading this to leave a review! Reviews equals encouragement, and with encouragement comes a next chapter. So please, please, PLEASE, (I'm shameless, honestly, I am) leave a review! :)
Ja!
-Aron