TADAH!
Did you wait long? Sorry. But here you go~ (Tadah!) My update~
It's a little crappy so bear with me, my back aches and the chair is to blame. Damn that chair. Oh! Enjoy this guys!
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Hide and Seek
Chapter o2
Naruto Uzumaki hummed silently to himself as he took his time descending the grand marveled staircase leading towards the massive wooden double doors at the bottom. Though he was still steps away from the door, the young blonde could clearly see the random designs engraved deeply into it – No, not random designs, he thought. The carvings followed a pattern of curved lines that all formed an enormous fan – the Uchiha family crest – at the middle. It shone with perfection that glorified the family as it telling each and every one that only an Uchiha can be a Uchiha.
He traced the patterns with his gloved fingers as soon as he got down, not believing what was right in front of him. From afar, the patterns really looked like carvings of the finest quality, but up close and personal, with his fingers on top of the flat surface, the enormous crest was nothing more than a mere painting painted with such skill that it deceives the human eye…even at Naruto's position, He's very close to it yet he cannot comprehend it as a painting. He wondered who on earth managed to paint it.
"If I open this door…" He said thoughtfully to no one in particular, his clear blue eyes stuck on the painting. "If I open this door…I'll probably regret it."
Regret. Now that's an eerie word, it made his tongue tingle as if such a word is an alien intruding his mouth. He doesn't have that word in his dictionary. Naruto had yet regretted anything; he was – and hopes to continue being – a kind of person who lives his life to the fullest. He's grateful every morning he opens his eyes, smiles every time he lifts his body of the bed and begins his day doing his very best at all the things he do. He smiles, loves, and cries whenever there is an opportunity, and he makes sure that at all the things he does, there is no one who will suffer. A mischievous prank stays mischievous, childish and harmless; of course, there are times when negative feelings swell up his chest. He had felt extreme sadness and even despise, but even that disappears at a bowl of Miso ramen. For the blonde, the past is the past; learn from it but never let it ruin what is important. Move on. Just don't mind it, just put it aside and live your present life the way you want to live it.
Ah, Naruto mused. He's wondering how it would feel like to actually do something he knows he would regret sooner or later; he bets it's completely different from doing something you thought you wouldn't regret but ends up regretting it. Will it be awful? Will it be sadder than sad? We'll, he'll be doing something he knows he'll regret forever and ever, so he'll find out soon enough. He just needs to open the door.
Taking a very deep breathe, Naruto closed his eyes and slowly pushed the wooden doors.
o.O
The cool breeze of the wind always seems to relax the youngest of the Uchiha. It somehow brings him a nice soothing effect that he lately needs. It's just wonderful how the breeze seem to caress his pale white skin like that.
Heaving out a satisfied sigh, Uchiha Sasuke leaned forward at the stone railings of the balcony.
It was pitch black, and extremely cold, outside. A perfect evening if he may so himself. Because of the very fine weather, no one seems to have dared lay even a finger outside the safety of the party which was currently happening inside – making the empty balcony his temporary haven.
The music leaked out from the inside and Sasuke can't help but smirk to himself.
There were hundreds of people inside; all gathered around for some stupid event the raven has no interest in participating. The only reason why he was here was because he was the 'guest of honour', the reason why the party came to be, and oh, also because his vacation suddenly took a huge turn and he had to return to America because there had been reported terrorism in the Philippines. He was in the plane going to Bohol then, when the plane returned to the airport. Growing up as an Uchiha, he can't help but be suspicious. And he was right. When he returned home, his mother was planning his birthday party. She was the reason for Sasuke's ruined vacation.
The party is held at the ballroom. Mikoto chose which catering service will serve the party, which orchestra will be playing, what specific music should be played on the specific times, how the room should look, what kind of flowers and curtains should decorate every entrance and exit and windows and corners. She also bought a new white grand piano that was placed at the very center of the ballroom. While she was busy with those things, his father took care of the guest list. He sent invitations to all the family their family knows. From people of the same country to all those in foreign ones. He made VIP flights just to make sure others in abroad would come. And then there was Itachi, the demon – his eldest brother. The fiend was in charge with Sasuke. Apparently, he was the one who gave an indirect idea about all this, and the one who made him do all this – which was attend the party; the demon tried to made him wear a stupid suit too!
That suit was horrible. It was a rainbow coloured suit, and a polka dot necktie. The pants were designed with wavy large and thick lines of red, blue, yellow and green…as if it was a five year old who decorated it. Sasuke threw it away. As if he'll wear that.
The raven head was dressed like a Victorian gentleman, in a long frock coat over a purple silk vest. A square pocket handkerchief embroidered with the initials S.U. protruded from his vest pocket – all the courtesy of Itachi. At least this is better.
"The rainbow suit would probably look better on you, baby brother." A silky voice said.
Itachi, in his dark Zegna suit, came out through the door from the ballroom. He had a smirk that sent shivers up Sasuke's spine.
"Hn."
"Oh dear, did your gorgeous brother disturbed your date with the Shadows?" He inquired.
"Go to hell Itachi."
"I rein the place, baby Sasuke." Itachi chuckled. "Anyway, Mother is looking for you. It seems that your guest had arrived, who knows, maybe you'll no longer have to travel around so much in search of your 'soul mate.'"
Sasuke growled. "Shut up! This was your idea wasn't it? For all I know, you probably manipulated Mother to doing this!"
"Oh please, I inherited this kind of personality from Mother." He informed, "And I quite like it. Just fix up some words that go together and boom! They do what you want, even if you didn't say a word of it."
The youngest Uchiha looked away from him; he was right though, about him being able to manipulate people around him into doing the things he wants…even if he kept his mouth shut. Just give off one idea, use the right words for it and you have creatures crawling on their knees. But there is something strange about all this. It was their Mother who seemed to plan this party, and from past experience, no one can manipulate Uchiha Mikoto. She was expert at doing that and refuses to be the one being used as spawns. So what is exactly happening here? Are the two working together?
"Anyway, this looks like your lucky day," The eldest continued, immediately grabbing the other attention. "It looks like we have a special guest. One served for you." A chuckle came.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow at this. Though he wanted to ignore him, a glint of interest perked up in his mind. "Hn."
Itachi smiled. "Congratulations Sasuke, you're going to get married!"
Silence.
Dim onyx eyes narrowed. He said nothing. The Uchiha has their own way of communicating which most individual do not understand, like what is happening between the two brothers now. Sasuke was staring at his brother's eyes, telling him that he outta go to hell and do it fast with his worthless chattering. He was also telling him that he wasn't interested in whatever it is they had prepared for him, that they need to leave him alone before his temper explodes and he ends up disowning the Uchiha name. He'll be fine without it. With that single but long stare, the raven also told his demon brother that he doesn't plan to commit his self to any relationship, especially not in one that will last forever. He will not marry any woman; it's too much trouble for one in his profession.
Of course, not every single time that sort of communication works…but it's always working for the Uchiha for it is very accurate. They never mistake messages like that, but for Itachi's part, hell with accuracy and correct messages. When he wants to mess things a knot, he will. And he dismissed the original message and made up his own translation, which meant: "Marrying? That would be great, I need someone to live with me, someone I want to sleep and spend my nights with. I want commitment; my profession is very tiring so I need a break. Thanks Itachi." So Itachi stared back at him, saying silently: "Do not be too grateful to me, baby brother. I might grow and halo and begin playing a stupid harp. You know I prefer pitchforks."
"Fuck you."
"Thank you."
"Seriously, fuck you Itachi." Sasuke shook his head. "I don't need a freaking wife! I'm fine!"
"You're twenty-five. Sorry to say this but mother dearest wants you married."
"May I point out that you yourself aren't married?" Sasuke smirked, but immediately regret the words. Shoot! He forgot about that!
"Oh please," Itachi didn't sound offended. "I have my own life to manage, and I have yours to toy."
"Go to hell."
"And besides, Mother has great expectations with you and your bride to be." He emphasized. "Especially on her bride to be. An interesting creature, that human."
"I won't get married."
"You know I won't." He whispered, faintly that it almost escaped Sasuke's hearing: I belong to him, only to him.
Sasuke sighed. No one really knew his older brother except Sasuke, he's the only one who knows how weak he is, how vulnerable. Only he knows, only Sasuke. And he understands him completely. He loves him completely. "Mother is wrong you know. I'm not lonely. I don't particularly hate people. I just dislike how annoying they are. I have friends as well."
"And you are incomplete."
"You can't say that," He smirked. "I am perfectly fine. I love photography, and prefer it over millions of other women out there."
"But to Mother, you are lonely. Just give up Sasuke, she won't give up unless you give it a try." Itachi said. He was entering the doors now, and he paused for a while, and glanced over his shoulder, "Oh, may I suggest? Your guest, baby brother, really, had arrived. An interesting piece of specimen, very unique." His voice sounded amused and, for a moment, Sasuke thought he saw Itachi grin at his direction before he finally disappeared into the midst of crowd inside.
"Hn." was his reply to the door that was shut at his face.
Sasuke sighed a defeated sigh. Like that will happen, but sure, he'll play along but he will never get married. His mother will get tired of her games but not until he plays it. How he wish he can go inside unnoticed…unfortunately, that is the only thing an Uchiha cannot do. He's certain that once he lied a feet inside, a crowd of people will form and lavish him. He sighed once again.
The door slowly opened and Sasuke forced a smile as her mother, lovely in her long silk night gown that hugged all the curves of her body, waved and motioned for him to come to her. Itachi must have told her where she was, and filled her head with lies.
Damn traitor.
"Sasu-chan, come along." Her voice was sugar sweet, "There is someone I want you to meet."
o.O
The very first thing Naruto managed to do was look up, all the while resisting the urge to drop his jaw. It failed.
It took him several seconds to close his glossy light pink lips and took out the breath he didn't even noticed he was holding.
An immense ballroom, bigger than anything the young blonde had ever seen before, was standing before his very eyes. If it wasn't for the hundreds of people standing before it, the ballroom would probably look even more breathtaking as it continues on standing with its beauty and glory remaining untouched by time. An enormous glass chandelier, most likely the size of four to five cars, hung above the center of the ceiling and sparkled in the light that let itself in through a huge glass wall. Taking a second stare, Naruto realized that there above – in the middle where the chandelier hung – was a blue stain glass window that created a perfect sphere pretty much like the moon. No, he thought, it wasn't just blue; it was blue of various lightness and darkness. Naruto can see the stars through it, shinning ever so brightly. It somehow lit the beautiful white grand piano placed at the center of the room right below the chandelier. The sight was more than beautiful.
He felt himself float. The crowd seemed to have disappeared as he caught yet another obra maestra.
The floor was a rainbow of ar. None paid any attention to it as if it was invisible, but Naruto thought otherwise. The floor was enchanting, in tiles and pieces of jewels that ran through the center of the room. Immense white gothic pillars were on every corner of the room, holding up the beautiful ceiling. Every window had silky sexy red curtains and huge flower vase containing flowers which was foreign to him. An orchestra was playing on the elevated patch of the ballroom. The floor in the side looked delicious and the empty lobby at the far side tempting.
Maybe he wouldn't regret this after all; now if he could just head over the lobby without being noticed…
"Oh."
Naruto blinked, throwing a surprised glance at the pink haired woman who bumped into him. She looked somehow familiar…and didn't seem to notice the blonde being there because she continued running until he got into the crowd of young girls and women squealing in delight. Girls… Naruto sighed.
"That was quite a heavy sigh," He heard. "Naru-chan."
Behind him stood a familiar, smug face of none other than Uchiha Itachi, the very reason why he was at the party looking as he is. Boy, it's high time to start regretting.
O.o
"Sasu-chan, all the girls are attractive, won't you agree?"
Sasuke stared at the many girls who were whirling around him with boredom. He has no interest with whatever make-up they were wearing to hide their ugly faces, and he could really care less about their very being. He sighed; he really doesn't have any time for this.
"-right Sasu-chan?"
"Hn." He shrugged elegantly.
The girls giggled. "Happy, HAPPY birthday Sasuke-kun! The best of wishes to you!"
What are they talking about? The raven head isn't registering anything; he refuses to.
Mikoto gently nudged her son; Sasuke stared at her for a long minute and sighed. "What is it?" He whispered.
"Go look for your brother, dear. I think he's taking your gift all for his self."
"He can keep it."
"No. Sasu-chan, your gift is special. Auntie Kushina and Uncle Minato were the ones who…" she thought of a perfect word, "made your gift. You'll like it."
Sasuke shrugged. Suspicious, it really is suspicious. The Uzumaki, the only sadistic people who can handle the Uchiha, has prepared a gift for him? And it's with Itachi? "I don't think I'll like it Mother."
"Nonsense."
"What are you up to? Mother?"
Mikoto tilted her head in a convincing confusion. "What do you mean by that?" She scanned the room, looking for her eldest son. Her eyes glittered. "Ah. There he is. No," She made a 'shooing' gesture. "Go."
The young Uchiha frowned. He had no idea what they are up to, so he might as well follow orders. With a silent sigh, Sasuke turned his attention to the direction where his mother indirectly pointed. And then he stopped dead. The young Uchiha grew still as his onyx eyes glued on his elder brother who was at the very corner of the room; he was at a dead spot.
Itachi was having a rather normal conversation.
Now how can that happen?
He tried to glance at the other side to see the other's companion but was interrupted by a silence brought by the closing of lights. The room became dark, and every single guest slowly began to panic.
But then all heard the tapping of a pair of heels, and all eyes looked towards its source…to the direction where Itachi stood.
And then it was Sasuke's turn to gasp, his onyx eyes widening by a knot.
Uchiha Itachi, his eldest brother, was walking towards the center of the room where the white grand piano stood, shinning as the moonlight touches it. With him was a short haired girl, her right hand grasping Itachi's left. She was shaking, nervous at the attention everyone is giving him.
Wow.
"Oh my."
Sasuke's train of thoughts disappeared. He turned to see her mother giggling to herself. He raised an eyebrow. "Mother."
She ignored him and murmured things to herself – completely aware that her son can hear her every word. It was as if she intended him to listen. "What a really nice surprise! But I do think Fuu-chan would get a little annoyed by what he had done…Ah, never mind him, I guess." She giggled once more. "My my, I never would have thought dear Naru-chan could still look stunning in proper* clothing."
Naru…chan?
Sasuke stared at the scene.
The girl was almost half walking, half running with his brother dragging him. When the two silently passed the place where Sasuke was in, the young raven's heart skipped a beat.
God.
Never in his life had he thought of someone being…beautiful. Well, with his mother as an exception, of course. But aside from her, there is no one that caught Sasuke's attention…
Not until now.
The girl was shorter than he is, and chubbier. It was kinda weird for her to be beautiful in her height. Short people are never beautiful or pretty, they are the ones who can be described as cute. Not beautiful. But the girl who just passed by him looked extremely beautiful.
Her short chaotic cluster of blonde spike had a rose pink ribbon that held a small portion of her hair on the left side showing a shiny fox shaped earing. Because her face hung low, as if in shame, Sasuke didn't see the colour of her eyes, but it was enough for him to see her glossy light pink lips.
A black chocker was on her neck. It formed a parallel line which showed a criss-cross pattern on the middle. Then there was her gown, he thought. A gothic style dress that ran down her knees and moved according to her movement. It was a black – in overall – dress. There were ribbons and laces attached to it, it was ruffled and, basically, a Lolita type of clothing.
The two stopped before the piano and the girl sat at the piano bench. She turned red then, and Itachi chuckled. He tapped his shoulder and murmured something that made her stiff. She then sighed.
The girl closed her eyes and ran her fingers lightly on the keys of the piano. She took a deep calming breathe before opening her eyes and pressing the keys harder; as each note passed with beautiful correctness, she steadily grew more and more excited, the notes rolling off faster and faster until a smile formed her face. She shined wonderfully, her bright blue eyes full with satisfaction and happiness. The notes floated in the air, stunning all in the room. It grew low, then high, and then low again before growing higher than ever. She moved gracefully, happily, until her fingers pressed hard and she stopped. She sighed, and opened the eyes that Sasuke didn't notice she had closed.
The lights came to life and the young Uchiha's heart stopped.
The girl was so beautiful, her hair the colour of the shining sun and her skin creamier that the honey bees work hard to produce.
A loud applause came from nowhere and Sasuke blinked. Everyone was clapping for her; it's only the right thing to give the girl applause for her marvelous piece. He also clapped his hands.
"She's wonderful, isn't she Sasu-chan?" Sasuke saw her mother smiling. "You go ahead, go to those two. I need to explain some things to your father." She walked to Itachi and told him something Sasuke wasn't aware of; he was busy staring at the short haired girl. Mikoto left the two and Itachi smirked at Sasuke's way.
"Why hello." Damn! The damn traitor is coming his way! "Little brother."
Shit.
"You look rather stunned. That's a new."
Shit, shit!
"And I think I know the reason why."
Itachi smirked. It's rather amusing to see his little baby brother looking so flush and dumb-founded and not know that he was looking like that. The magic brought by Naruto~
"Do you really? Sarcasm. Just try and sound sarcastic.
"Why yes, I do." Itachi glanced at the girl who suddenly grew tense. She stood from the bench and walked to them, hiding behind Itachi right after. Sasuke frowned.
"I…Itachi…"
Two pair of onyx eyes looked at her.
"Can I go now?" She asked patiently.
There was something weird in her voice; something that doesn't match.
"What are you talking about Naru-chan?" His voice sounded smug. "Here's the celebrant! Now celebrate." Itachi pulled the blonde in front and met Sasuke's eyes. "Baby brother, meet Naru-chan. Naru-chan, baby brother." And then he drifted away, leaving the two alone.
Sasuke sighed. Then he blinked.
"Hey!" His eyes were wide as it followed the blonde head as it made its escape. "Hey, wait!" He chased after her and managed to grabbed her wrist – which was a bit big for someone her gender. "Naru-chan!"
The girl tensed. She slapped his hands so it let go of her wrist.
"Don't you dare," she hissed. "Don't you dare call me that! Understand it!"
Interesting.
"Hn."
Lifting her head by putting his slim fingers on her chin, Sasuke was taken aback. Deep, clear blue eyes looked straight back at him, mirroring the current emotion she was feeling – irritation. "You're the first one who have ever slapped me, must be an idiot for doing that." He smirked. "Dobe is fine for you?"
She froze. "What…did you call me?"
"Dobe."
"Bastard!"
"Thank you."
Naru-chan growled. "Look, bastard, I really want to leave now…so if you could just-"
An applause rose.
The two turned to the elevated part of the room and saw Sasuke's parents; Mikoto looked pleased while Fugaku seemed troubled. "Without further eudo, please welcome my son – ad the celebrant – Sasuke, and his dance partner, Naru-chan!"
The two stared at each other in complete silence as whispers and murmurs spread throughout the room.
Naru-chan shook her head." Oh no! No! I won't dance! I simply won't!"
"We have no choice," Sasuke shrugged and immediately dragged his dance partner at the center, again. Naru-chan is always dragged at the center. She struggled and whined and growled, but Sasuke only tightened his grip on her. And when the raven head stopped, the short girl bumped her head on his chest.
"Ouch," came with Sasuke's "Sorry."
The lights faded again and there was yet another silence. After a long pause, the orchestra played again and Sasuke asked for her hand. She shook her head. "I won't dance. I can't"
"Just hurry up and take my hand Dobe." He gave a rare pout that made Naru-chan's cheek flame. "And raise your head."
Naru-chan didn't move.
"Dobe."
Still nothing.
"Dobe."
She turned her back to him and was about to walk away when pale strong hands yanked her. She was turned around; one arm was wrapped around her waist while the other gently guided her hands to the right place; and then they began to move. He guided her and she followed him.
"See?" He asked ever so gently, "You can dance. All you need is a little practice."
"Bastard," She looked away and deliberately stepped on his foot.
Sasuke glared at her, and then it disappeared. It was his first time to not be hostile at first meeting. What was happening to him, he wondered. "Are you, perhaps, my gift?" He asked sincerely.
"Do I look like a gift?" She replied sarcastically.
"Yes."
Naru-chan glared and pouted. "Am not!"
"But you do, with all the ribbons in your body; you look like a present made especially for me."
She turned red. "Fuck you."
"Temper, temper." Sasuke mused, turning her and letting her pass in his arms. When she was returning to the original position, Naru-chan twisted his arms. Sasuke flinched. "I don't know how you can irritate me like this Dobe." He received a stomp. "You just seem to be so…idiotic, Naru-chan."
She stomped harder.
"One of a kind, Dobe. You're one of a kind."
Finally looking up, Naru-chan squished his feet and grinned happily, as if hurting Sasuke is her source of happiness. "Thanks bastard raised to the highest power. Now I feel really special~"
He stared at her. She tilted her head.
"What?"
Sasuke reached to caress her cheek, circling the tiny scar he didn't notice before. What happened to her? He wondered. He played innocent. "Is this… a scar?"
Naru-chan flushed, her hand automatically hiding the spot Sasuke touched. Damn. Why was that visible? Make-ups are supposed to be flawless! "It's nothing!"
"No. Let me see it."
"I said it's nothing! The light,,,errr… the dim lighting must be playing tricks on your eyes!"
Sasuke raised an elegant eyebrow. "How much of an idiot are you?"
"I'm not an idiot!"
"Just let me see it."
"I said it's nothing!" Naru-chan blinked. "It's…ummm… it's just a birthmark! That's it, a birthmark!"
"Look at you, dancing with a hand on your cheek. You look even more idiotic."
"Shut up." She sighed and dropped her hand, "Drop the thing on my cheek. Change subject."
"Hn."
Sasuke smirked. He slowly leaned down and narrowed his eyes, moving his face close to her cheek. Naru-chan was so obsessed with hiding it, it made Sasuke all the more curious to find things about it.
The blonde shut her eyes closed. This is not happening, he thought. He's moving closer! The bastard is moving closer!
Taking a deep breathe, Naru-chan moved her lips forward and kissed Sasuke's forehead.
People watching gasped.
Sasuke stopped moving.
The music ended.
Naru-chan cursed. Now the music stops? Dammit!
The lights came back and Sasuke's parents appeared at the elevated part once again. But the celebrant did not notice this; his concern and full attention was in Naru-chan.
Slowly, Sasuke dipped his head down and his lips touched Naru-chan's. It tasted like cherries, delicious. He licked her lips repeatedly until she opened it a little; Sasuke pushed his tongue inside and played with hers.
Mikoto, delighted, began clapping her hands; Fugaku simply sighed as if he knows that his youngest son just did something he won't be able to get out of…though the sigh was most suited for Naruto. Poor boy, being the favorite of the Uchiha isn't really good.
People began clapping, louder and louder.
Naru-chan pushed him away, her face burning scarlet. "You!"
Sasuke smirked. "Well, well. That was nice."
She attempted to run for it but people formed a crowd around them, talking about things she could care less about.
His first kiss! That was Naruto's first kiss! Damn! Damn! Damn!
Run Naruto, run! He told his self. Then there came Itachi, safe and tucked while he's inside a whirlpool of people who just tore him away from Sasuke. He blushed at the name. The blonde blinked hard then saw Itachi waved, and then the lights disappeared completely.
There was audible panic.
Sasuke tried to grab Naru-chan's hand but there were too many people. She was gone. She disappeared.
A few minutes later, the lights returned.
Sasuke scanned the room.
Naru-chan is gone!
Where the hell is she?
"That was such a suspense."
Itachi!
"Where the fuck is Naru-chan?" He was panicking as well; his breathing was hard and his eyes filled with worry.
Itachi raised an eyebrow at him. "Naru-chan? She was with you wasn't she?" He smirked evilly. "Ah. You two are playing 'Hide and Seek'? And it seems you're 'it'. Bummer."
"Damn it! Itachi!"
"How should I know her whereabouts?"
"You know! I know you do!"
"No." He shook his head, "I simply don't."
Damn liar.
Sasuke sighed. He touched his forehead where the blonde had placed her kiss moments ago.
This is just like Cinderella, he thought. But instead of a glass slipper, the princess left the prince a kiss.
O.o
Mind and heart racing, Naruto struggled hardly to keep on running and running.
Damn.
Damn!
DAMN!
What the freaking hell did he just do back then? And what the fucking hell did that bastard did in return? Of the entire hellish thing to do, why a kiss?
"Calm down Naruto. Calm down."
Yes, stay calm. He's in disguise isn't he? And Sasuke stays in a hotel, right? They won't see each other anyway… and even if they do, the bastard won't notice him. He won't! Surely the Uchiha won't, he's a 'nerd' at home so suspicion won't rise!
Oh man. This is so screwed up.
Clenching his chest to steady his beating heart, Naruto glanced meaningfully back. He sighed, and ran again.
A few moments later, the young blonde slammed his door close and slumped down it.
To be Continued…
Yup, * , by PROPER, she meant "In the Lady's attire." Haha
Ohhhh…this one is long! Haha. I'm sorry if this isn't well made, SOMEONE blackmailed me to finishing it while the OTHER kept on bugging me about…well…finishing this. Haha.
Oh! I didn't know Naru-chan was a cosplayer! Buwahahahaha!
