90
Stepping onto the electronic scale Naruto waited for it calculate his weight. He was feeling hopeful since he had started a new diet that cleansed his body, and he had never felt better. Plus, the fat that had been on him had literally dripped off of his body in days.
He smiled to himself when it beeped, and looked down.
100 lbs.
It was mocking him.
He went nuts in the closet, he called the weight closet, because he didn't want to chance Sasuke seeing how fat he was, and leaving him on the spot. He thrashed his body around like a contained tornado, and gave himself bruises from running into the door handle, and his arms flinging out around him.
When he was done he was crouched down in the dark breathing hard, and trying to keep the tears at bay.
"Naruto, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Sasuke. Just perfect."
"We have to get ready for my mother's banquet tonight."
"I'm not going," Naruto mumbled.
He could hear Sasuke's exhausted exhale. "You promised her that you would come."
"I said I would try my best, but I can't go. I'm still too fat."
The door opened, and Naruto stared up at Sasuke's angry face.
"And who said that Naruto, because you are perfect the way you are," Sasuke tried to say persuasively pulling up his blonde boyfriend.
Naruto pulled away, and walked towards the bathroom in his towel. "Sasuke," he began behind the closed door, "I'm not perfect. I'm fat, and ugly, but I wouldn't be if you let me get the operation."
The door received a bang of frustration, and Naruto ignored it searching for his box of laxatives.
"Why do you keep saying that? I love you the way you are. Fuck, I loved you even more before when you had some fucking meat on your skinny ass bones."
"You think I don't notice how your family always invites me over when they want to push some new girl, who is skinnier than me, on you on the off chance that this relationship was just a fluke. That bitch Sakura was skinnier than me, and that Ino chick. Your parents were just being really mean with her. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a gorgeous face with no blemishes or scars, and a nice skinny body. She was the skinniest one too. Told me she was 90 lbs.," Naruto rambled chewing on the whole pack of chocolate laxatives, and pulling put his scar cream.
"Fuck them, Naruto!" Sasuke really didn't know how he could take it. All this insecurity. "I love you, because of who you are."
"Yeah, and that's why it took you two years to finally introduce me to your parents. That's why you gave me a book on etiquette for me to read, and a DVD to watch?"
"I didn't want you to be vulnerable to anything they might say."
Sasuke was giving up.
"Whatever. Just go to your fucking dinner party, and if your mom asks where I am tell her I am at home because I don't want to see her fucking face. And it would be ice if you could give your dad a kick to the shin."
"Naruto," whispered Sasuke from his side, "you're fucking crazy."
Naruto lay down on the floor doing reverse crunches cursing himself for the "conversation" he had had earlier with Sasuke. He really did love him, but the world he came from was perfect, and that wasn't Naruto. In order to not lose the one he loved Naruto knew what he had to do: become perfect, but it was so hard.
90. That was his dream goal, but he wasn't fucking reaching it.
He stopped to take a large gulp of water. He knew better than to let himself get dehydrated when taking laxatives.
He didn't want to hurt Sasuke like he knew he was doing he just knew that Sasuke would get him to stop, and then his obsession with being perfect wouldn't be able to stave off the insecurities of all the perfect women begging, pleading, and whoring themselves to be where he was: in Sasuke's bed as his lover.
He worked a little harder on this set of crunches.
Perfect.
Finis