Our blue-eyed cute Blondie is a senior high school third year, and is introduced releasing his 7th book. Yes, he's no dobe to you. He is but a best-selling romance author, showing his geniuses at his young age of 17. Now let's go meet his lover, no wait, lovers I mean.

Warnings: AU. Homosexual romance, homophobes not admitted. Shotacon for this chap. OOCness. uke Naru! Uzumaki Naruto Harem XD and R&R

Disclaimer: Naruto Series is neither Rin-kun's nor yours, unless you're Masashi Kishimoto-sensei, but so what, what Rin-kun only wants to have is Uzumaki Naruto, still sux for Rin-kun huh?


"Giving Him Their Loving"

Part 3: Bitter Yesterday, Sweet Today

Story by Rin-kun

3,764 words

First Person POV

I could never forget the face and features of my first, present, future love— my only love. Those silky golden hair that I so much want to run my fingers along; those gem-like glistening azure eyes that is incomparable to any gems at all that I want so much to own and stare at for all eternity; that high-bridged nose that goes perfectly with his facial package; that peach colored pouty lips that looks so soft and sweet which I would love to feel with my own; that warm and soothing voice that calms, encourages, strengthens, his voice that makes me feel and so much more; my love's every being that I so much want to possess solely. That is my love, Uzumaki Naruto.

I am in-love. I have been for more than half of my life span now. I haven't acknowledged it at first but now I do, and I have decided to pursue that love.

After ten long, agonizing, lonesome years I am finally back. Back to where I left my love, and my undeclared feelings for that love. This time for sure I will have my happiness for I am no longer that ugly, unrespectable, unworthy being of yesterday.


Flashback

There they go again. These spoiled, unrespectful, rich brats who don't know how to hold themselves back. Although I am rich, such as them, but really, don't their parents teach them any manners? It's been like this since, and there's no sign of this ending. Spoiled brats always calling me names, always ganging up on me, always treat me like some ex-con, always, always.

"Hey fat-ass! Have you gone deaf, or have you got no pride for yourself even." came from some frilly looking girl, I won't look at her I don't hear her is what I've been telling my self all the time.

I can hear the rest of the kids calling me names at the background, they were circling around me, around the fat six years old me. Some of the boys, and even girls, started to push me and physically assault me. It's always during class breaks that the same thing would always happen, I've always been wondering if they've all got nothing better to do than bully me. This time, though, we're at the open school grounds.

I couldn't believe it, these brats don't know any off-time, and they're already at it so early in the morning, early like seven fucking twenty in the morning. I was so pissed that I've been mentally cussing them. I've been holding back for way too long, but today, these spoiled brats would so fucking regret what they've been doing to me. I'll show them, and I'll show them hard. But just then-

"Stop!" a righteous voice came from somewhere. And this halted the spoiled brats' actions to look for the intruder.

Two men in black pushed through the crowd of bullies around me, and stopped in front of me. From behind the M.I.B. was a blonde boy my age, the one who just save me or rather is saving me, a blonde I haven't seen before. Though his face looks angry, I'm guessing it's because of the scene that just happened; he is one pretty kid that I would have mistaken a girl if it weren't for the boy's clothes he wears.

"What is wrong with you people?" the blonde boy, my savior, said eyeing the bullies around us, they've been quiet since he came. "Can't you see you're hurting him? What did he ever do to deserve this, someone enlighten me so." he continued, shouting so that everyone around would hear him.

No one dared speak, nor move, I'm guessing they're more afraid because of the MIB behind him, his bodyguards I presume? I, too, just stood there staring at my savior. I realized he's prettier when looked at long enough.

"How come you all turned mute? You were so noisy before I came." he said and indeed he's right, the spoiled bullies been awfully quiet, maybe I should bring my body guards too from now on. "Well, I hope this silence means you're all willing to listen. This boy here, like you, is a human person, like you, with a heart and a body that can feel pain, like you." he said and paused to eye the surrounding people. "I hope you all get what I'm saying. And should you not get it and I caught you again, which I doubt since I would inform the principal about this and have the teachers keep their eyes on him," he jerked his head to me. "Whoever does get caught, will answer to them." he moved to the side to have us all get a better view of the MIB, who looked like twin towers to us little kids, and just then the bell rang.

As if on cue all the other kids ran to their rooms, more like ran for their lives, which left me alone with my savior and his side kicks, he then got in front of me.

"I hope you're alright, are you?" he asked, his voice full of concern. "Oh don't worry about them. They don't bite, well unless I told them so." He said jokingly, I know he's just trying to lighten the mood.

I was about to say my thanks when one of his MIB reached for his shoulder and told him: "You'll be late." in a very low voice. I saw him nod and whispered bye to me. I was still in a bit shock that I only followed him with my eyes, motionless, speechless. And when he was out of sight, I realized I had made the biggest regret of my six years of earth life: I didn't get his name. I didn't even said anything, no thank you, no nothing. I started cussing myself for being the big fat idiot that I am, and then the second bell rang and I ran to my classroom.

Arriving in my classroom, I let out a sigh of relief seeing that I am not yet late, or rather that our teacher is late as usual, more so than usual. I then proceeded to the farthest back desk, to my assigned chair and sat my self. I set my bag inside my desk and then the door opened and in came our ever tardy teacher, Hatake Kakashi.

"Good morning class." our dearest teacher greeted.

"Good morning Kakashi-sensei." chorused us, his students, as we stood up and bowed to greet him.

"You may all be seated." he said and waited for us to sit as he continued. "I know I am late, more late than usual," the stupid girls and some boys snickered. "But, I have a reason, a valid one that is. New student, you may come in." he called and the door opened again and entered a blonde boy, I heard some of my classmates gasp.

A blonde boy? That's, that's him, my savior. I was dancing the happy dance in my head then I heard Kakashi-sensei say introduce your self and I came back to reality and listened attentively. I even got my notebook and pencil to take notes of him.

"My name is Uzumaki Naruto." he began. "The same age as every one of you, mostly. I came from Kansas. I transferred here due to my grandfather's wishes, he's a close friend of the school owner. But I do find it here to be a good place for learning." he said emphasizing the learning part and eyed some of my classmates that he might've recognized from earlier, and he turned to me last and flashed me a heart-warming smile. "It's nice to meet you, please take care of me." and he bowed politely.

"I hope you all befriend our new person here, and I have no doubt you would, seeing how charming he is." Kakashi-sensei said teasingly, earning giggles from the girls, and I inwardly giggled too (1). "Okay, where to place you." our sensei scanned the classroom for a vacant seat, and I saw him look directly beside me and. "Okay you go take the seat beside that cuddly bear there." Alas! The only vacant seat the one beside me, and Naruto started towards me, I mean the seat beside me.

"It's nice to see at least someone familiar." he said and smiled to me when he passed by me, and then settled himself and his stuffs.

Then Kakashi started with his lesson. I would steal glances beside me, and each time I'd get a glimpse of him, his face always straight forward, listening attentively to the discussion. And the rest of the class just passed by, me feeling lightheaded with the presence of a blonde beside me.

It's break time. Usually, I would be eating alone, inside the classroom alone, on my desk alone, while my classmates would either be happily playing outside, often times, or would be bullying me inside, most of the times. This time is one of those often times, or maybe they would be playing elsewhere never to bully me ever again, all thanks to this blonde sitting beside me.

"Um, are you okay?" the said blonde asked concerned waving a hand in front of me. I didn't realize I was spacing out, but who would realize they're spacing out, just then.

"Oh, I am. I'm okay." I said to him and he gave me that smile, again, and I kinda blush, a bit.

"That's good. Um, come to think of it, I still haven't got your name."

"I'm Akimichi. Akimichi Chouji."

"Chouji. I see." he said, this time with a grin. And him knowing my name was the start of our friendship, a very special and tightly bonded friendship, at least for me that is.

Nana-chan, what I call him, was my very first friend, aside from my parents' friends' children, I don't consider any of them friends truthfully. He's my first and only true friend. I don't consider him my best friend, though, since there isn't any comparison. We've become very close and have been friends for almost a year. Sure, unlike me, he's gotten a lot of friends, but he still spends most of his time with me, which makes me very happy and feel very special.

We're always seen together, ever since we met. Since the day that Nana came, I haven't been bullied by anyone no more. We've known a lot about each other, and I wanted to have a younger brother like him. I wouldn't want Nana to be my brother, though, because he's, for me, more special than that, I know there's something more special than blood bonds, I just don't know what it is yet.

I've known that he's a complete orphan, he told me that the grandfather that he has now isn't a blood relative but he treats him as one, and I'm very grateful to his adoptive grandfather. I've been also told by him that he is into writing and that he's written a short story, I've read it and I'm amazed because he can already write like that even though he's still a couple of months short to be seven years old. I know much about him than any other people do, and I always smile at the thought. And he knows about things about me that no else know, he's that special to me— the only one who's special.

I was wondering and part worried why Nana wasn't in school today. He haven't been absent in class. When I came home, one of our maids was tasked to a message for me, she says it's from Nana and he sounds sick and that he is sick.

I've been to Nana's place a couple of times already, as he has been to mine. I quickly got to the car and told the driver to get me to Nana's place, he was reluctant at first but then gave in saying he's never seen me this concerned or aggressive for someone before, and I was surprised my self being all worked up for someone, well he's no someone since he's my most special person.

I arrived at Nana's manor and saw his grandpa, first hand. He seemed to know about me, because he said Nana's been telling him about me, about us. He looked real worried pacing back and forth, his long messy gray hair swaying with his every turn, in their living room, but that was before I came in. He told me he has to go overseas but he's too worried about Nana in his fever, but he can now go at peace because of me, he said. He's in a real hurry and left right after our little chat and I rushed to Nana's room.

There he was laying on his oversized princess-like, the comfiest looking and feeling, bed, his equally soft blankets draped over his fragile yet unbelievably strong small body. I got beside him and looked over his adorable feverish form. His chest dropping up and down together with his moderate breathing, I was a bit worried there in thought of him not breathing. His long, thick, lovely blonde lashes hiding those impossible blue eyes, red shade ran across his nose reminding me that he's running a fever.

I woke up the next morning tucked in a foreign bed, apparently Nana's bed since there he was sleeping adorably next to me. I didn't meant to sleep the night in here, but then, I'm glad I did. I reached a hand out to Nana's forehead and glad that he isn't hot any more, the fever gone. I then got out of the comfy bed.

"Chou-chan," I heard from behind, I then turned to the blonde who sat up.

"Did I wake you up?" I asked, and he just nodded a no. "Get back to sleep, see you at school then?"

"Okay, but!- …where are you going?"

"Home."

"Why? You can eat and bathe here. I'll lend you my clothes."

"Nana-chan," I sighed then. "As much as I'd love to, I can't. That would be like- like we're married or something." I really love to do things together with him but, it just feels weird like this, but not in an awful or in a bad kind of weird.

"So?"

"We're seven, I mean I'm seven and you're still six-- we're kids and we're both boys."

"What if we are, if it's with you it'll be like we're brothers. And I've alwa-"

"No…" I don't know what else to say so I walked out. I cut him off knowing what he's about to say, I didn't want to hear it from him.

I've known since we've become close that Nana treats me like a brother, a brother and nothing more. He's only been treating me better than anyone else because he sees me as a brother, I know that, I can see that. I was his first friend at school at the place he just moved in, his seat mate, and he felt a bond, I do too. I'm happy that he thinks of me as someone dependable and close as a brother, but I want more.

I don't want to be his brother, I want to be more, and I want him to want me just as much. This new and foreign feeling, it's scary. I've never felt this before, and I don't even know what it's called. I'm not too much alarmed though, I am not, I'm still too young and I know someday I'll be able to comprehend what this feeling is.

Nana arrived earlier than I did, I found him already seated on his chair as I entered the classroom. Today's a Friday, and I won't be able to see him for two days, or maybe I will. He just sat there, as if he didn't saw me. And I just took a seat, I wanted to apologize but I just don't know how to voice it out.

"Chou-chan," he suddenly said softly, thank god he isn't that mad or is he even mad. Of course I heard him. "Are you mad?" he asked, with his head down, his blonde hair covering most of his face, covering his eyes that always shows his soul. He paused, as if waiting for me to answer, but I didn't. "I just don't want to cause you any inconvenience. I know you stayed up to-"

"I'm not." I cut him off. I wanted to say sorry first, but I was just too scared, that he's upset, to speak-up, but now I'm not. "I would never be." I said with conviction, and I knew he knew what I meant. The bell rang and then our sensei entered so our talk got cut off.

Of course we made up, but I don't think we did have a fight for us to make up. But whatever, at least whatever did happen made us even closer to each other.

It was running great between Nana and me, I thought I'd be spending the rest of my life with Nana by my side. But then our happiness, my only happiness, has to end.

My father and mother told me we'd be moving to Los Angeles, excitement shined on their faces. They said it was something unavoidable and that we would surely visit here once in a while, and it's something about father's position in the company. I on the other hand felt my world crumble below my feet, and for a brief moment there was only darkness. My attention snapped back to reality when my mother started shaking me. And just when I thought nothing could be worst, she told me that we'd be leaving Saturday of next week. Fuck. That's Nana's seventh birthday. I probably would be giving him his best birthday gift ever. What am I suppose to tell him: Hey let's have a double bash on your birthday. Your birthday party and my farewell party, cool right? Very nice, awesome indeed, not!

The day before I leave, a day before Nana's birthday, a day before I leave on Nana's birthday and kami knows when I'd return. My nights have been sleepless, they've been the worst. I've been hopeful that this has only been a bad dream, but I couldn't even sleep so how could I even wake-up if this was really just a nightmare. I tried my hardest not to show how stressed-out I am in front of Nana, and I guess hard work does pay off, Nana doesn't have a clue that I'd be gone by tomorrow. Just when I was contemplating on whether or not I would tell him about my leaving, I got a call from him.

I reluctantly drove to Nana's place, well my driver did (2), and when I got to their garden and saw Nana there, that was it. This is now or never.

I told him my family and I would be leaving for Los Angeles early tomorrow. He was, of course, sad but nonetheless spitting words of encouragement which I knew he meant all that he said, he always does. And I know he's right. That someday, somewhere, we'd meet again. And when we do, nothing between us will change and it'll be just like I was away for mere minutes, and we'd laugh all day like we always do. That he assured me and that I believe in, coz like he'd always say: believe it.

Early we are at the airport the next day. I was sad, and surprisingly a bit happy. The reason for that bit of happiness, need I question? Uzumaki Naruto, Nana-chan. Yes, he wanted to see me off, he told me yesterday, and so here he is right by my side. Of course I haven't forgotten about his birthday, his seventh birthday. I clutched the box that's in my pocket, I've been wanting to give this to him since yesterday, and so I pulled it and pushed it to him. He gasped upon opening the box, there inside is a blue gem necklace (3). I grabbed it from his hand, and moved behind him to put the glistening gem around his neck. He stood there, speechless. His eyes and the gem matched perfectly, almost.

"Do you like it?" I have to ask and he shook his head and answered a soft "very much". I hugged him, I hugged him tight wanting to feel more of his heat, wanting to feel more of him. "I was right," I whispered softly still hugging him. "Your eyes are uniquely incomparable. So beautiful." I just got the need to tell him that. And as if on cue, a lady's voice echoed through the airport, announcing to the passengers that there's now 10 minutes 'til the 6:45 Los Angeles flight, and we have to get going— time to really say goodbye to Nana-chan— for now.

"I'll see you soon." Nana-chan said, I smiled, he did too. Yes, this is no goodbye. We'll be seeing each other, on that hand's reach… soon.


I remember clearly, like it just happened a few moments earlier: Your smile. The last that I've seen, your lovely encouraging smile, made me look forward to seeing you again, to look forward for this day. And I didn't miss to see that tear either, that trickled down your smooth cheek, it showed me all the more that you feel for me coz you'll miss me.

I cursed the first few days in that new place, I did. But more so than remembering that bitter yesterday of the days without you, I look forward to the sweet today that I would spend and will be spending with you.

Sure my days away from you were lonesome. But thoughts of you would always keep me going. I've become someone now. But not just someone, as they say. I am who I am now, I have what I have now, and I do what I do now, all because of my burning need to be a perfect match to the beautiful you. And the question that's been bugging my mind and heart since before, now, now I know. And it is that I love you, it is love. I lust for you. I desire you. I care for you. I'm truly madly deeply in-love with you, and I'll be forever in-love with you, and only you alone… my Nana-chan.

So just stay where you are. I'm almost there, to claim you.


TBC


A/N:

(1) flashback: Chouji giggles ---- they're kids, remember

(2) rofl this is just a laughable, I rolled really, just imagine a six year old Chouji driving lmao cute and hilarious, thanks for explaining your self Chou

(3) the necklace --- yeah so I changed it, what do you care, you're always welcome to write your own ff

R&R! thank you for reading, and i am grateful for the reviews i've received thus far, please keep them coming

so i have browsed through pictures of Chouji, and now i feel real stupid, i mean what was i thinking when i decided to make him a model and in this fic he's a real famous model, gawd was i even thinking. but hey, this IS a fanfiction, i can write whatever i want and make whoever a real different person, right? so just imagine Chouji to be model-ish, it's not that hard right? RIGHT!?

next chapter, Part 4: So We Meet Again

SPOILER: ...and then comes Sasuke