I do not own Naruto or anything of it.
I just enjoy writing about the characters and the fantasies in my head.
Disclaimer: Sasuke and Naruto have basically switch characters, Naruto is cocky and older while Sasuke is shy and innocent with a kind heart. There will be plenty of lemon time between the two, trust me.
OC.
He was stubborn, stubborn as a bull.
Everything around him seemed so lively, so filled with joy and happiness. He was a pessimist that child, ever since he was a young boy; born with such a beauty that could silence a room, but a haunting stare that could leave you breathless. Alone, living in a modest New England town like mansion; the front yard blossomed with strikingly green grass that seemed to dance with every breeze. The walkway up to the home was paved a pale red, patterned with lines that resembled wrinkles on a human face. The crystalized glass double doors opened up to an enormous walkway that led to a fully equipped kitchen. Boarding it was a dull living room, furnished with nothing but a laptop and futon . The rest of the house was baron, only a closet filled to the brim with clothing and shoes were there.
It was as though the owner of the home planned to move away at some point; however, the young man who owns the estate doesn't plan on leaving. Rather, he sees the bleak emptiness as a welcomed blanket, shielding him from the conflicting outside world.
Seventeen years, seventeen long tiresome years that child has walked the face of this planet. Always alone, never cared for, he had to fend for himself. A resentful father buying a home on the outskirts of Konaha Boarding school of the Arts; he refused to have his son even gain a nip of a chance at friendship. Dormitory living was off limits, staying on school grounds after the bell rang for school wasn't even expected of the child.
Wake up.
Go to school.
Go to the library.
Go home.
Repeat the cycle.
His life was dull, filled with an empty void that he had not the faintest idea of how to fill it. People regarded him as a mystery; many don't even understand how his grades are so outstanding. Others regard him as a mute. They all brand him with the same label however.
F R E A K.
No one dares to talk to him; no one tries to sit near him. When he walks into a room, silence ensues. At least until he reaches his destination, then finally, the chatter and laughter returns to occupy the previous silence. He doesn't loath anyone; he doesn't feel the slightest ill towards anyone for anything done to him. No matter the horrid prank or whispered rumor, he simply blames himself. He always blames himself.
He truly believes that he is at fault for everything that has gone wrong in his life; in all actuality, his heart is quite warm and big. But that characteristic is hidden by a shy, misunderstood youth who is too afraid to speak up and reach out.
Glancing out the window, clothed in loose denim skinny jeans topped with a navy hoodie, he cleans his hugely overbearing spectacle glasses. Gifted with beautiful profound charcoal like eyes that are tainted by messily heavy black liner that each morning smudges across his pale beautiful face, this young child uses his glasses as a shield. A shield against people getting too close, when he's too nervous, he brushes his glasses all the way up and shelters him behind the imaginary force field created. He is counting the minutes, counting the seconds for the bell to ring and free him from this prison, school.
"Uchiha-san, good job! You earned the top score on last week's test!" The teacher exclaimed sarcastically as the entire classes turned around and gifted him with looks of scorn. Sasuke Uchiha was his name, an unfortunate case for that will haunt him later on…
RING! RING! RING!
Chairs thrash against desks, hurried whispers coming from eager mouths as the students of room 201 discussed upcoming weekend plans with each other and rush outside the doors. As always, Sasuke is left all alone. He always waits for the bustling students to leave, to give him enough time to make it home in one piece.
The price?
Glares directed to him by an irked teacher who can't even handle the sight of him; let alone be stuck within the same room as him. Muttering a quick apology, Sasuke grabs his satchel and runs out of the room. He keeps running, he runs through girls and guys alike.
Guys and girls.
He's never really associated with them on a good note. However he's never been attracted to either, he doesn't even understand what those feelings are. He has an understanding about the human anatomy and sex, yes of course. However, the book definition is all he can interpret from, feelings of love and sexual frustration have never befallen on him.
At least, not yet…
"FREAK." "RUN BOY RUN."
The catcalls and whispered rumors fly about him as he speeds down the hallway and bursts through the front gates. He hops onto his locked bike and tries to ride away, but only falls, hard, onto the pavement. He forget to unlock the bite but those around him didn't car; rather, those around him simply laughed at his expense as his cheeks flushed an unruly red and he hurriedly unlocked his bike. Not even a moment later, he sped away.
Sped through couples.
Sped through families.
Sped through traffic.
All the way to his welcoming driveway as his lips curved into a slow smile. He dropped his bike onto the freshly cut lawn as he ran through the door, seemingly ignoring that the door was unlocked when he ran through it. An aroma of freshly cut and cooked chicken brew ramen filled the home as he took a deep whiff and his stomach growled in reply.
Astonishingly, the young man still hadn't realized that he wasn't home alone.
He was a mix of exhausted and satiated as he stripped down into loose fit boxer briefs that hung off his shoulders as he walked into his master sweet.
The shower was already on.
He figured that he must've forgot to turn the water off when he left that morning, since he woke up late and got out in a rush. The wasting of water aside, he wouldn't worry about the water bill till after a soothing shower. He opened the bathroom door as he stepped inside the welcoming steam and soothing warm water.
"Ahhh…." He moaned as he soaked it all in, through his pores and into his heart.
"Mmmm…what do we have here?" a deep husky voice questioned as tan arms wrapped around a slim waist and Sasuke was face to face with a tall, slim but muscular blond god of a man. Pearly white teeth smiled down at him as his backside was stroked casually.
"You must be the young master." The man whispered into Sasuke's ears as his face erupted red.
"AHHHHHH!"
This young boy's life may never be the same, neither will his innocence.
THANKYOUUUUUUUUUUU for reading(:
This is my very first multi chapter story and I'll be updating several times a week, this one is going to be lengthy hopefully. I hope you like it. Poor Sasu, NOT.
I want a hot man in my shower D:
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