PAINT MY LOVE
Chapter 1
By: Fujii-Kun
Disclaimer: All the characters in this story are not mine. Not at all, even when I'm dreaming them as mine. And this isn't a profitable story... --sigh-- why can't it just be mine? -- Snatches them from Kishimoto sensei--
Pairing: Ita-Naru and maybe others as well, just wait and see...
WARNINGS: Yaoi story...this is a YAOI story... which means a boyXboy story... You don't like it? Here's an exit door for you... Hmph, like I care. All the flamers will be used for warming me up in my freezing office (damn cold -sneeze-), and a basher??? What is it?? Does it even exist in the first place?? -Ignorance mode ON-
A/N: hi there –waves, waves-, long time no see friends... I hope you are all well and cool. My deepest apologies for the long wait, and I hope that I didn't make you catch cramps or else, hehehehehe... I can't say too much about it, but I won't find or speak of anything to justify my tardiness. Just let me give you a deep bow, a big sincere smile and offer of a few Naru-Head and Ita-Head cookies; to apologize.
One thing: meet my beta: Imperial Mint-Chan... so nice... --hug--
and FORGIVE me for the error that's happened when this previous fic submitted. Dunno why and this time I have some time to repair it hope it wont bunched up again... amen
ONE IMPORTANT THING... I forgot to type it in the prologue. This story, actually, I took it from a novel. I kinda forgot about the title, but I remember some of the story. I use it for this fic, but I changed it, I modified it somehow. Sorry if I offended you all.
So please, don't let my ramblings interrupt you this time...
Enjoy the story!
PAINT MY LOVE
Chapter 1
By: Fujii-Kun
Few first days, pass in a relatively peace and lazy path; no one doing anything rather than introducing themselves to others as well. A few upperclassmen, acting as dorm-chiefs, introduced their patterns and rules such as: "No alcohol, no drugs, no smoke, no gambling, no loud sounds / music after 9 PM, you are allowed to bring your girlfriend, BUT only on lobby area, or, if she really has to go inside your room, you have to open the door. And of course no fights allowed in here... Do not go selling the dorm's inventory either."
The Dorm-chief continued as he looked at the new freshmen. The Dorm-chief was an upperclassman, and had a long black hair with white eyes and the name of Hyuuga Neji. He continued his explanation with a composed tone and manner. According to Naruto, he was quite strict, but not a follow-the-rules-to-the-very-letter type of person. He seemed a very collected person, and very polite, even to his juniors. So far, Naruto never saw him throw a fit at the newbies. He glanced back to the whiteboard in the meeting room, and looked at the few other rules written on it. Tilting his head a little, he watched his other new friends. Some of them groaned lowly at the few rules, but few of them just sat calmly, or maybe dozing lightly, such as Shikamaru who was currently pretending to sleep, as per usual.
Or maybe he's actually sleeping??? Naruto mused.
After all that, the question's and answer's session was finished, they all travelled back to their respective rooms to prepare and catch some rest. Today was Saturday and on Monday, they were due to start their new classes.
It wouldn't be long before they started their classes.
"Are you going to sit there all night long?" Shikamaru rose lazily, eyeing Naruto through the corner of his eye. Naruto who happened to still be seated down upon tiles, still lost in his own private musing, did not realize that the session was over.
"NO!!! I just need to memorize few more things..." He replied vehemently, but ended it with sheepish tone. He grinned to his roommate and said roommate merely yawned in reply. They saw the polite Hyuuga nod his head politely to them before he disappeared out of the room as well. Sighing, he stood up and walked along with the dark-haired man to their room along the corridor. A few boys scattered around to snatch few things from other's room or just loitered around the vending machine in the lobby, juice in hand.
They arrived at their room, and Shikamaru just threw himself onto his bed. While Naruto tried to prepare his things for his new classes, he saw that Shikamaru had just lain down and was watching him pace around the room to find few important things. After Naruto stopped pacing, back and forth, both of them prepared to sleep and Shikamaru saw the blond pull a strange hat from below his pillow again before said blond climbed the bed-stairs.
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The first day ended without any disturbing events happening. They all separated at the University entrance and went to their own buildings and classes. They all chatted amongst themselves, gaining new friends or, for a few, gaining a new enemy as most do in the world. As for Naruto, he would really be able to have fun here, even though he didn't understand what the trends were, nor the code that was 'in' or 'out' in this city as he was from a village after all but, as he saw a TV in the lobby of his dorm, he felt like he could just catch up. He smiled and started to listen to his friends' jokes and jibes. He met a few other guys who weren't living in his dorm, as well as the girls. They chatted, and they really enjoyed tousling his blond hair. He's happened to be the only blond in the class.
The dean finally came, without any excuses or explanations, just walked past through the door and slapped his hands together. Just like that, their class began. Nothing really surprised him now. It's the field that he was used to. At least, he's not the stupid one or so he hoped. Well, he did receive a scholarship after all, right? Now, putting all of his concentration he had in his brain, he began his classes with joy and high-spirit. He stopped after a short while, and threw a big smile towards his other friends around him, and they grinned back to him. Soooo much fun yet he had never thought of it before.
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That was two years ago. The high spirit had almost gone, except for the painting lessons. It was still burning up inside of his chest and firing up in his bones. His friends too were one of the only things he found he could enjoy in this new, unhappy life. That was the reason why he still maintained his sanity in this rat-hole. He couldn't believe it at first. His world had kind of turned upside down now, a little harshly, as the second year of his university course had come. How could he expect this? He did not know anything. He was still receiving the scholarship, but it was only for the university fee. He had to pay for his own needs, such as his dorm, his canvases and his paints. The decision surprised a few others as well, especially the scholarship receiver. Now, because of the University regulations, they have to pay their own dorm-fee. It was hard for Naruto, and also Kiba. They had been counting on that, so they could buy their own sketch paper, pencils, paints, brushes, and now, canvases, as the semester moved on and the lessons advanced as well. They drew onto canvases now. How could they afford that? How could they continue their living in such circumstances? Naruto couldn't ask his grandfather for the money, he didn't want to burden them again. Konohamaru still need his education.
"Hey, you... hands off, Man..." Kiba barked at him in the room they rent for both of them. It wasn't far from the university, but cheap enough for both of them to accommodate. It wasn't the safest place to live either, and not exactly the fanciest, but, at this rate, they couldn't care less. It provided them with shelter and breakfast. It had double beds and quite spacious rooms to put their belongings.
"Don't touch Akamaru like that. He's not food you know... " he said again while putting his bag from his shoulder. Today, Naruto and Shikamaru had a nice day off. But Kiba had to go to the University and finish his classes. Well, he could still hang out with his dorm friends, and ask them for help sometime.
"I'm hungryyy... can I really eat your dog??" He pathetically wailed as Akamaru nipped his hand lightly to warn him and jumped off to greet his master.
"So I've been telling you to take the modelling job. It's not like he gonna eat you, you know. All he needs is for you to dress as a sexy drag, make you pose, and stare at you until he gets some ideas to write his porn novel."
"You mean nearly-nude sexy drag??" Naruto inquired cynically with a raised eyebrow and voice a tone lower.
"It still unnerves me... to think about dressing like that." He said in a low, almost desperate tone. He really felt un-fair to Kiba, whose doing the job at a weekly basis, just to continuing their standard of living. He knew he was supposed to help out as much as Kiba did. At that time, his stomach chose the moment to rumble loudly. Kiba snickered at the sound, but said nothing. Naruto's cheek reddened slightly as he turned his face away.
"I guess it's inevitable..." He said slowly, defeated. He really had no money left, after he paid the boarding fee and for the bare essentials he needed to survive. He could not afford to buy something else other than the cheapest cup noodles, and their money still chopped off for paints and stuff. They counted their money together, and they realized that they didn't have money for next week. He sighed deeply. His stomach reminding him again about it's emptiness.
"Really? Then I'll make you that appointment with him. He's always said that he really wanted you for this job."
Naruto made no sound at all. It was hard to do that as this 'job' wrecked his male pride and destroyed everything his Grandpa had told him about how to live. He knew Kiba had been patient, but, there's a limit somehow. It's just maybe... still far, but he didn't want to push his luck too much.
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"Hey, Blondie, wanna go to the cafe down here with us?" one of his classmate asked him to joining their small gathering, talking about news, deans and trials in the campus. His stomach agreed whole-heartedly with the invitation, but his wallet practically sagged with emptiness.
"Naaah, I can't. Got something to do for now... have fun and tell me 'bout it tomorrow," he said, pretending to grinning widely as always. He waved to them as they walked out the room.
"So... today?" Kiba asked slowly, almost under his breath. He knew Naruto didn't want to do this kind of job, but it was the fastest way without selling your body. And he did it before; nothing happened then so it's safe to assume nothing will happen to either him or Naruto. He didn't get raped by the old man, so Naruto won't either.
"Yeah." Naruto could only nod. He grasped the address paper Kiba had given him last night in his left hand and read the address once again to make sure. He really wanted to shred the paper, but he couldn't. He hadn't got his dinner yesterday or breakfast today. Now he's missing lunch too. The only thing that made him survive this day was the wafer his friend gave to him few moments ago.
He gathered his belongings, and bid Kiba and the dozing Shikamaru a small good bye. He had to put his things to their room first. He walked a little disoriented, thinking about the thing he's going to do. His stomach gave him persistent and enthusiastic encouragement. He entered his flat building, greeted by the owner at the front door. He could only nod, and walked straight to his room. He put his things down and walked again out again, preparing to go to that place.
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Naruto walked to the almost-deserted part of the town. It's not like a ghost-town, just a little bit (too) quiet. It's a not-too-good neighbourhood. Sometimes, junkies wandered around, and, other times, a few dealers. It was quite busy at night, since this place was also a place where brothels sill stood. He watched the almost empty street with caution, and read the signs on the buildings. He walked to a particular building; a flat, almost a studio at the second story, and a bar at the first. He walked through the narrow and high angled ladder, and knocked on the door. He received no answer. After a few minutes, he began to knock again. His nervousness had doubled when he saw that the door was un-locked.
He walked inside, "Excuse me, Jiraiya-San... " he called nervously. He walked tentatively to the room, and saw a small scrap of paper on the table near the front door: Naru-chan, please wait for a while; I have to finish a few things first. Make yourself comfortable, I won't be long. He blinked few times, and decided to check on his surroundings. He saw a double bed across the room, along with big comfy chair next to it. There was also a medium sized table, with lots of papers scattered on it. Naruto saw many written pages coupled with small sketches. His eyes caught a dress on the bed. His eyes bulged as he took in the shortness of it. 'Damn pervert... it's too damn short.'
He picked the skirt and tried it in front of his pants. "Geez..."
Sitting down on the bed, he held his head in both his hand and sighed loudly.
"It's a wrong decision, man. I should've known it. No, I knew it already. I should've never come in the first place. It all a mistake. Very big mistake." he scratched his head in dismay.
He could only sigh again, and think about leaving, when, once again, his stomach warned him against it. He had no choice now so, he decided to change his clothes now, before the old guy back, and ogle at him shirtless. He walked to the bathroom, bringing the clothes along. He changed into the new clothes. It actually fit his size, even the skirt, pretty well, much to his dismay. The white turtleneck covered his chest, and the black leathered mini skirt fell to just 5 cm below his ass. He had a pair of black knee-length glossy boots and a pair of black fingerless gloves. Oh, and let's not forget the blonde waist-length wig, and a white hair-band for his hair. The old man really really prepared his models nicely; he even had a C-cup transparent lacy bra. He looked at the mirror after he was done, only to surprise his own self.
He DID look like a girl. 'It's ridiculous! How come it's possible? I'm a goddamn male... 'He almost strangled himself inwardly in wonder. Now he really understood why the old man had been chasing after him to be his model. He even sometimes bribed Kiba to get Naruto here, but the blonde always managed to run away in the last minute. He really, really looked like a girl. His slender body fitted very well with any imagination of a girl. Not to forget his large blue eyes that stood so brightly out from his face.
He really, really hoped with all his might and all his heart that his grandpa would never have to see this appearance. Not in this life-time. And also, not the way he tried to make money. He would prefer to commit a bloody suicide, rather than looked at his grandpa's sad and disappointed face. He didn't want them to look at him this way, almost selling his body like this.
He slowly walked out from the bathroom, and walked to the seat near the bed. The old man was not here yet. He sat and tried to make his feeling turn lighter, since he felt so nervous and so very reluctant. He had to find something funny to entertain his mind before he broke out yelling and scalping himself in a frantic madness. Well, now he remembered something that was quite funny. His slender complexion was quite fine and matched the drag costume he wore right now, but what about Kiba??? He was more bulky than him and very brash too. What kind of drag costume had the old man prepared for him a few days ago?? Now, really curious, he tried to imagining Kiba in the drag costume and wig. He snickered at the image of a long haired Kiba. Add the turtleneck and mini skirt...
Naaah, that's too harsh. Forget the mini skirt. Leather pants with shin length boots. Yeah... (A/N: hihihihihihi... I'm just mean, am I??) Black leather jacket to cover the boobs section, yeah. And a damn shovel-load of make-up to cover his tattoos on his cheeks. He snickered again. He was so lost in his funny musing; he failed to hear the banging on the door.
"Oi... Old man... Come out." He heard a loud clear voice as loud as the banging hand over the door. "Oi, Jiraiya!!! Get out from your hole now before I call the cops!!!" He started again, staring to sound impatient now, and still banged on the door, even harder now. Naruto was really confused inside. He didn't know what to do. He stood up from the bed quickly, looking at the table, at the chair, at the bed, at the wooden floor, everywhere, to find any clue to face this man. He reeeaallly had no idea. None at all.
Who is he??? What does he want to do?
He panicked. He paced around the room with his eyes still riveted to the door; it was only time before the other man broke the door down. He was confused, either to answer the call or to ignore it. Many 'what ifs' flew around in his brain.
He was still in his 'Panic Mode' rush when the man seemed to find out that the door was un-locked and he immediately barged in like a small tornado, opening the door with a loud BANG. Well, Naruto forgot to lock the door, because he thought that this is not his apartment and what if the owner's come home and find out that his room is locked by a stranger?
What Naruto saw made his heart stop beating and it absolutely made his brain stop as well. His blue eyes widened in surprised and awe. This man, tall, and regal, even with his pale, pale complexion along with his dark hair was so astounding. His lips and his slender figure was the very definition of a perfect man. He wore an expensive suit that complimented his body nicely, as if he had a private seamstress. His long black hair was tied behind his head, and even the angry look upon his face did not falter his elegance. His dark eyes fell onto Naruto and Naruto could see that he was calculating the view in front of his eyes coldly. His lips quirked slightly in cynical way along with his eyebrow and Naruto really felt like his clothes been shredded quickly just by the man's eyes. He could only stand in the middle of the room and try to save some dignity.
"I see that he had changed his tastes." That voice... it's so clear, like a silver bell, ringing trough the room. . He didn't even have to shout. It was very clear. His voice hid something different, covered with sarcasm at high. But Naruto didn't get the point of it. Judging from the way he stared at Naruto's body upside-down and upside again, he found out the hidden meaning of it.
"I'm not the one you think of." He's standing up straight, with a red face, both from anger and embarrassment
How dare he... did he just judge me as a whore????? Oh my goodness, my voice?? Why can't it be more man-like??
"Really? I did not see what's wrong with my judgement." Once again the clear voice came across the room as he walked forward slowly closing his distance to the blonde with a small cynical smile back in place on his lips, his black eyes never leaving the blue blonde's one as he stared at Naruto with his sharp eyes.
Now, he stood right in front of Naruto and, before the blonde could step back to avoid him, the taller man had already stretching out his hand to touch Naruto's blonde hair (the wig) and twirled it slowly. The other hand is moving around Naruto's back, travelling slowly over his clothes. His eyes stopped once again at the miniskirt he's wearing, and he frowned slightly.
"Quite 'high' this time, aren't you? Why do you choose this path?" He asked, softly, looking back at Naruto's blue eyes, but the tone had already changed dramatically. It's not even cold, now it's freezing. He left Naruto gaping in his confused state. He didn't care.
"Why did you do this? Why you choose to be like this?" Now, his hand is not on Naruto's hair. It had stopped in his upper arm, and the dark haired man gripped his arm like vice. So hard, and it hurt. His eyes too had changed. From something's that looked like mild interest, becoming very hard and cold.
"Let go!! I don't have any choice..." Naruto tried to struggle, tried to free himself. He tried to pry the fingers off his arm, but he couldn't. The man seemed to have already glued his hands to Naruto's arm.
"Yes, you do have a choice. What did you do with the money?" he still gripped Naruto's arm, and now, he lightly shook his body. "Did you use the money you earn here to buy some drugs, huh??" Now he's really shaking Naruto's body violently. "No wonder, look at this area." he continued to rambling about 'the girl's' big mistakes.
"St... Stop it..." Naruto's eyes started to go blurry. Now, breathing seems so hard for Naruto. He hardly had any energy to run, as he felt the man still shaking his body. He couldn't stand this.
"Answer me!!" He said in a commanding tone.
"St...op!!! S...to..." he couldn't finish his line, since his vision turned black, and he faded out.
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A/N: show me a little love... please? Hehehehehe...
Sorry I ended this chapter a little weirdly. But I have to finish my other story as well. I have no time anymore. So, sorry for the lateness and hope you could enjoy it.
Here's Naru-Head cookies, enjoy it while reading...
Hugs, Loves, and Cookies
Fujii-Kun
