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Warnings: Yaoi, possible OOCness, profanity, violence, etcetera. If anything on this list offends you, that's your problem. Find another fic.

For Your Love

Chapter 3: Advice and the Teen in Green

Neji was unsure if what he was about to do was a wise thing. He was going to do it, though, in order to save Naruto from Sasuke. He doubted to Uchiha heir would appreciate the blonde like he would. He saw no reason to worry about Gaara. That was one person who didn't have a clue. Sasuke was the real threat.

Sasuke would use the blonde. Ignore him except to take what pleasure he could get.

So, in order to rescue Naruto and show the loud ninja what love truly was, he was going to have to shed his pride. He had been hoping to woo the blonde slowly, but Sasuke's actions had proven that the Uchiha heir was ready to make his move, so he must rise to the occasion. Honestly, he hadn't been aware that Sasuke even liked Naruto.

Grimacing, Neji steeled his resolve. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

He knocked on the door in front of him.

The Hyuga could hear movement from inside, scurrying towards him. With a flourish, the door swung open, and the ninja behind it posed dramatically.

"Lee," Neji said, before his team mate could even throw out a greeting, "I... need your help."

The teen in green blinked.

Slowly, a smile formed across the startled ninja's face, and before Neji could react, his arm was in a ridiculously strong grip as he was pulled into the house.

Neji couldn't help the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

It looked to be a dark day for the Hyuga Branch House.

Gaara wasn't sure how he felt about trees.

Not that he felt much, anyway.

He knew he liked sand. He suspected he liked Temari. He liked Naruto. He wasn't sure about trees.

Temari was the one that suggested he come. She had said it'd be good for him to wrestle around with someone who had a demon stuck in them, too. He wasn't sure why she had winked at him.

Even so, he had taken her up on her advice. So far it had proven... enlightening.

Apparently he wasn't the only one interested in Naruto. Although he wasn't quite sure what his interest meant. Temari, who had become unnaturally perceptive, had said that his interest was romantic. She had tried to tease him about having a crush, but he didn't know what a crush was, so it was ineffective.

Romantic. Adjective. Of or relating to romance. He had then proceeded to look up romance. Romance. Noun. A love affair. Ardent emotional attachment or involvement between people; love.

Gaara had then burned the dictionary.

Two and a half weeks later he headed out for Leaf. Temari said it was good that he was finally going to do something about his obsession. He hadn't seen it as an obsession. Just a preoccupation with a blonde haired shinobi from Konoha that had started a few years back.

Why shouldn't Naruto entertain his thoughts? It was only natural since the blonde also had a demon sealed away within him. It was only natural that he feel some sort of warped brotherhood with the teen. Albeit, a brotherhood originally founded on bloodlust, but it worked for him.

Then of course, when he had happened upon the blonde swimming...

Gaara had perched on a tree and watched, eyes growing wide. Naruto had grown since they had first met... grown rather nicely. The kyuubi's keeper was taller, broader... eyes not quite as round as they had been, hair still unmanageable... His jaw was more angular than rounded, fingers longer, arms more muscled, same smile.

Gaara had been captivated. Watching the blonde swim, skin exposed, water streaming off him, had caused strange stirrings in his stomach. Not unpleasant.

His body had done several interesting things.

Fortunately or no, he had been somewhat educated when it came to sex. Kankuro had eagerly lectured him on some finer points, as well as providing diagrams (Gaara hadn't a clue why the puppet master had possession of those), and several magazines. He learned more than he had ever wanted to know. When his brother had shown him his stash of forbidden materials, Gaara had arched a brow at the sheer volume.

As such, Gaara received what was turning out to be a very important education. If he was a different person, Gaara would thank his older brother, but he wasn't. Instead, he would show his appreciation by not killing him. At least not brutally.

Of course, his realization of his preference for the blonde meant that he should bed him. He wasn't quite sure how to get Naruto there, but he had no doubts that he would figure something out. How hard could it be to seduce someone?

It happened all the time in the videos Kankuro had given him. It was simple. You said some things that didn't make much sense, but as long as you used the right intonation in your voice, you could get anyone into bed. He had also discovered from these videos, that it worked on anyone. It turned out that the entire human population was really just looking for opportunity.

So, Gaara took it upon himself to create such an opportunity. This meant, of course, a little breaking and entering, but he wasn't the type to be concerned about that, anyway.

Sasuke ran a tongue over his lips. He felt good. He felt very good. He felt like running back and doing it again.

He hadn't expected to ever really make a move on Naruto.

Except for Neji. Neji had showed up and shown interest.

Sasuke scowled.

So he had to act. He'd be damned if he'd just hand over his very loud teammate over to the Hyuga. It, however, threw his previous plans off course. He had been very subtly working on Naruto, inconspicuously prodding the blonde to make a move. For if Naruto made the first move, Sasuke would have none of the blame.

Now things were going to have to be a bit more complicated. He wasn't sure when he had even noticed that Neji had an eye for Naruto, but he had felt jealously flare up when he had finally figured it out.

That had been where they were at –fighting over the blonde without bothering to acknowledge why. Now, he had the upper hand. If he wanted to beat Neji, he'd have to strike hard and fast.

Then, as of this morning, there was Gaara.

He honestly didn't know where he fit into the equation. The arrival of the Sand nin had been completely unexpected.

Gaara obviously had some sort of interest in Naruto.

The nature of the interest was a complete mystery to Sasuke.

Stopping, Sasuke realized he had reached his own house. He could eat lunch, it was about noon and... he grimaced, he could change his clothes and clean his wounds.

Damn you, Neji!

With a slight snarl, he ascended the steps, vowing to beat the Hyuga into the ground.

As he pulled open his front door and headed for the bathroom, Sasuke realized there was one person he had forgotten.

Kakashi.

That one had thrown him for a loop. Granted the jounin was a pervert, he certainly hadn't expected to compete with him. However, he didn't perceive much threat. Kakashi was a pervert, yes, but Naruto was starved for love... and attention. He was sure that Kakashi would give him plenty of attention, but as for the former...

Sasuke smirked. He knew his teammate better than the rest of them, he was certain.

He shrugged out of his clothing and began to fill the tub with water, sitting on the edge while he waited.

When Naruto had run into him... and knocked him over, he had been wailing about his eyes. Something about a pervert, pink aprons, and losing the virginity of his eyes. Seeing as though the last time he had seen Naruto before that, he had left with their sensei... Just what had Kakashi shown him?

Frowning, Sasuke shut off the water and slid into the tub.

Things had gotten very complicated.

Leaning back, he started to close his eyes, when something caught his attention. His eyes snapped wide open as he stared.

There was a squirrel on his showerhead.

"Aargh!"

Naruto was confused. He laid on the grass where his rival, his arch nemesis, had kissed him. All in all, he had managed to conclude that it was a very un-Sasuke-like thing to do. If there was something in the water, he hoped to heaven it was diluted by ramen. He was suddenly very thankful he drank milk.

There was, of course, the incident with Kakashi that paled in comparison to this. It was rather insignificant now.

However, that was not to say that Kakashi was in the clear.

Naruto had a new goal in life. Sometime, when he was strong enough, maybe before he was Hokage, maybe after, he would personally kick Kakashi's ass.

Sasuke's too.

"Bastards," Naruto spat, seeking to place blame.

Gaara... he still wasn't entirely sure what that was about. Gaara was... strange.

Neji... Neji was... currently in the clear, though he was marked down for suspicious behaviour. In fact, the only two people he had run into today that had acted normally were Sakura and Hinata.

Well... technically Kakashi had acted normally, for himself, but that fact was pointedly ignored.

Naruto sighed and picked himself up off the ground. He needed someone to talk to. Someone who would listen, who would offer sage advice, who would hopefully know what to do.

He knew just the person.

"Gai, Kakashi said slowly, "You are the master of Love."

Gai smiled brilliantly.

"Then you know what you must do."

Kakashi nodded solemnly.

"By the way, since I helped you, do you mind telling me who she is?" Gai asked, genuinely curious.

"Not a she, Gai."

The green clad jounin blinked, slightly surprised. He had not known that about Kakashi.

"Then," Gai began slowly, "who is he?"

"Naruto," the copycat ninja replied lightly.

The master of Love stiffened. This was... this was... he didn't even know what this was!

"Naruto... your student." Gai stated, as if unsure he had heard right.

"I don't know of any others," Kakashi replied, standing up, "Well, thanks for your help!"

"This is your student! You can't chase after your own student!"

Kakashi stopped and tilted his head. "Why not?"

"Because it's wrong!"

"There's nothing wrong with love, Gai," Kakashi returned happily, disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

Gai stood there a moment, gaping. Then he sat back in his chair and began to rethink his ideals.

Kakashi reappeared inside the Yamanaka flower shop. After placing an order to be delivered, he waltzed outside, going through the advice that his rival had given him.

Going to Gai had been a stroke of genius, but then, Kakashi was considered a genius, so it made sense.

Pausing outside the doorway, the copy nin glanced up at one of the many trees littered throughout the streets of Konoha.

"Hello again, Gaara."

The sand nin nodded slightly in reply.

"You seem to like trees."

"Do I?"

Kakashi smiled through his mask, "Yes."

"Then I must."

Little did the prodigious Kakashi know that this was one less thing for Gaara to wonder about. Even if he had known, he wouldn't have cared. He might have been mildly surprised that someone such as Gaara would wonder about his feelings towards trees, or anyone for that matter.

"I've decided I like him," Gaara said, unexpectedly.

The sharingan user raised a brow, though it was difficult to tell, and cocked his head to the side. "Who?"

"Naruto."

"I see."

"You like him as well," Gaara observed.

Kakashi shrugged indifferently, neither confirming nor refuting the sand nin's claim. He waited for Gaara to say something more, but the red head remained silent. For a moment the two merely stared at each other, before Gaara vanished.

The jounin instructor furrowed his brow. Competition. Albeit, clueless and unskilled competition, but it was still something to keep in mind. Truthfully, the only thing he had on Gaara was that he was no longer clueless. Kakashi, however, admitted to himself that this was a field he was unskilled in.

He half suspected that was why Naruto had run screaming from his home.

He'd have to apologize. Or deny it.

Best to deny. Avoid the subject, if he could.

Naruto spotted his target, not surprised at the location.

"Jiraiya!"

The sennin spun around, a blush staining his cheeks as he turned from his peephole at the bathhouse.

"I need your advice."

Sasuke stared at the squirrel.

The squirrel stared back.

Sasuke glared at the squirrel.

The squirrel stared back.

Sasuke lunged at the squirrel.

The squirrel ran like hell.

Thus began a naked run through the Uchiha mansion.

Sasuke crashed through his house, chasing after the rodent, madly diving for it as it dashed away.

The dark haired teen grit his teeth and increased his speed, trailing the terrified furry forest creature into one of the many unused rooms of the main house of Uchiha.

He did not know why the squirrel was in his house, nor did he care, but it was soon to be a dead squirrel.

He had lost sight when the mammal had careened off the hallway into the master bedroom, and found himself panting in the doorway, eyes raking across the room.

Some noisy animal jittering directed his attention to the closet, his gaze resting on the top shelf.

For a moment, beady black met sharingan red.

Then Sasuke charged.

In a brilliant display of animal acrobatics, the rodent gymnast soared over the Uchiha heir, knocking a box down onto the enraged boy's head in the process, which then obscured his vision, causing him to run into the wall.

Bouncing backwards, he was infinitely grateful that no one had been around to see that, living or dead.

Dazed, he found himself on the floor, pink and white paper falling all around him almost like snow.

The contents of the box.

Out of mild curiosity, possibly brought on by a concussion, he grabbed one of the creased sheets and his eyes widened.

All traces of rodent death and rodent fury erased from his brain.

The bedroom had belonged to his parents. Consequently, the box had also been theirs, along with the box's contents.

What he held in his hand was something of momentous importance.

Love letters.

Neji repeated what he had just heard. "Flowers."

"Yes!" Lee replied, enthusiastically. "They're very important!"

"...and chocolate."

"...and?"

"Poetry..." Neji grimaced, "and undying declarations of love."

"And of course, you must woo him with song!" Lee added, posing dramatically as he said it.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I am! I learned from the best! Master Gai!"

There was an uncomfortable silence that only one of them noticed as Lee went starry eyed. Neji, fortunately, was used to it.

Though, he really couldn't understand the extreme degree to which Lee idolized their instructor. For whatever reason, Lee was of the opinion that Gai was the epitome of some sort of warped ninja perfection.

Neji respected Gai, but he never wanted to be like Gai.

Coughing slightly, Neji was able to pull Lee from his silent idol worship.

"Is that all?"

"No! There's much more! Do that first, though. Then we can move onto to harder stuff!" Lee proclaimed, face going gravely serious.

Neji could vaguely feel beads of sweat forming as he hurriedly left, leaving Lee to himself.

"I wonder who he likes, anyway?"

A/N: Squirrel plot device.

Well. Another chapter done! The next one is even started! Yay!

I have to say not too much happened in this chapter. Don't worry, I'll toy with Naruto's sanity a little more through the clever use of young male ninjas. And Kakashi.

Then of course, the squirrel. I didn't actually have a plan for it when I first added it. I just liked the idea of Sasuke taking a bath while a squirrel watched him. I'm really not sure how I feel about that. Anyway, said rodent served its rodent purposes. Enough of my driveling. REVIEW!