Sasuke, the Maid
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It'd been so long since I update; I know and I'm sorry. I lost the plot for the story a year ago, just found it recently. Thank you so much for all of those who'd review my story! I love you all!
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Chapter Two: Enter the Brat
God is punishing him, he just know it!
After all, not only that he was in a…dun dun dun…pink dress—which belonged to Haruto-san—but the sky is pouring cats and dogs, drenching him under the harsh water fall! Sasuke curses his luck, dragging his feet painfully through the puddles ground whilst the stupid pink dress prolongs his already slow pace.
He growls to the sky, praying the rain to stop soon. His luck doesn't improve at all! Somehow, he has a feeling that the rain only comes down harder and harsher than before.
Great! Just great!
And above all that, he's lost! Might as well admit it now, yes, that great Sasuke Uchiha is lost! Once again, let him repeats it, this is god's punishment for stealing Haruno-san's dress—a pink one at that!
But none can really blame him, in the short amount of times given, he couldn't buys his own dress—not to mention, having to be discrete about it. So, all that results in him, Sasuke, sneaking into Haruno-san's room in the middle of the night and steal a measly dress.
But his greatest mistake of all was picking a pink one among all other colours—emerald, sapphire, etc.
And now, he's paying for his mistake. Sasuke looks at the sky again. Silently, he promises to never pick a pink dress again, if god would simply stop the rain. He even promises a large amount of bribes, too.
A thunder strikes. Sasuke gave up. With a huge grow, he walks a random direction, hoping he meet someone soon, a crazy person who would be out side in this weather—wishful thinking.
Well, that wishful thinking got him bumps into a random object—rather a small girl, falling to his behind rather ungracefully. Sadly, the dress was not ruin. Jeez…
Getting on his feet, Sasuke desperately dusts off his dress, getting more and more furious by the seconds. This is not his day!
However, he regrets his words when four larger, commoner-look-alike appears in front of him. The girl quickly cowers behind him.
"Come here brat!" one of them screams, sending a shrill tone through his ears. Sasuke feels even more infuriate when he recognizes the tight grip the girl put on his dress. Even if she is at fault here, he can not, will not, let four men beats one girl.
"What do you want?" he asks, even though it was not for him. One of them looks at him, then dismisses him without a beat before circling around him. Turning around, he feels the grip leaving him unwillingly. The four of them have her in their grasps, shrugging and fighting against the bigger hands, holding her hands and feet.
It is weirder when she didn't even as much as to utters a word, not a scream, yelp, shriek—nothing.
"Let her go!" What gets him angrier is their oblivious to his words, or is it the rain? Nevertheless, he didn't takes time to thinks it over before launching to fighting mode. Quicker than lighting, he slams one of them onto the nearest wall, which he didn't notice until that very moment. Another receives his famous head slam, woozily stumbling backward with both hands over his injured head.
Jumping from his place, Sasuke applies his energy on his feet, kicking both remaining bullies on their face, instantly falling to their feet, clutching parts of their face.
"Aggg…" they grunts on the ground. They recover immediately.
"Comeback here!" Watching as they get to their feet, Sasuke instinctively grabs the girl's hand, dragging them across the ground, away from the four commoners.
"Come on!" he screams when the men catching up. Without reconsider, he slugs the girl onto his left shoulder, pulling his dress up as high as they can and sprints toward the nearest ally. Panting heavily, he drops the girl to her feet, falling onto the ground. A content sigh escapes him as he feels his muscles relaxing.
Bliss…simply heaven.
A ship horn rocks him out of his haven.
"Shoot!" he curses against his breath. He's late! The ship already left.
Not only that, he had no where to go now, beside home. Oh…the humiliation. He can go home, dressing in the hideous pink dress…or in his birthday suit.
The later doesn't seem too bad. At least, he can still keep his head up, unlike the dress. His teacher would never let him live that down.
He is takes aback when a hand is places on his shoulder, shocking him out of his stupor. Glancing over, he comes face to face with the girl, roughly around fifteen he guesses. With a questioning smile, she stares at him. Even with the mud covering her whole body, from hair to the tip of her toes, Sasuke still manages to make out a cute girl—not beautiful like Haruno-san, but cute enough to catches men's attention—numerous of them.
In fact, even he is interest—not that it makes any different.
"I need a job," Sasuke explained without thinking, "but I missed the ship, I suppose." He finishes tersely, saying no more than necessary. Dejectedly, he gets up from the ground. The rain had stopped sometimes ago. Readily making his way toward town, and his house, he wasn't prepares when the girl, with surprisingly tight grips, pulls him toward a certain direction.
"Hey! Wait! Where are you pulling me?" he asks, tripping on his own feet once or twice. He was lucky enough not falling on his arse. A ship soon appears into their view line. He didn't have much time examine the ship closely before the girl continues to pull him toward and aboard.
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"How could you lose him? We're about to leave port!" an irritated Iruka nags, rubbing his temple tiredly. Naruto has causes nothing but trouble again. Why can't he grows up a bit, perhaps matured, marry a nice girl and give him little grandchildren to mooed after? Why can't he act like the adult he supposes to be?
Never mind that now! What importance is that they need to find him soon! He has a deadline he needs to meet and…
"WAAA…." Iruka breaks out of his lines of thought when the door slams open, signalling a certain blonde has finally returns home. Ready a glare, he raises his eyes to met the boy.
However, instead of seeing the timid, guilty boy, he sees his employees on the floor in great amount of pain. A er…girl (?) stands atop of their fallen body with Naruto covers nicely behind her in a protective manner. If it was, in fact, not his employees, Iruka might have applauses her for her bravery. Sadly, that is not the case.
"Who, may I ask, might you be?" he asks, standing up from his chair, looking over to inspects his men. Luckily, they improves rather quickly, standing side by side, staring fearfully at the girl—not to be mean but aren't girl supposes to be a little more…dedicate looking? This one looks like one of those "my mother gave birth to a mutant girl" or something along those lines.
At least Naruto seems attach to her. That's a good thing. After all the maids either running out of his ship or jumping off into the water, anything to escapes his ship as fast as they could from his "demon" child, Iruka at last feels his soul lift. Maybe, the gods has taken pity on him and send an angel (of Hell) to baby-sit Naruto.
Joy! Now all he needs is to find Naruto a suitable mate (and himself!).
"I…um…" She seems nervous. A good trait. He feels very secure with her knowing she wouldn't make any moves on his innocent Naruto any times soon. The last one was thrown overboard for molesting Naruto, personally by him.
"My name is…Sasu-ki…" Iruaka puzzled over the name.
"What does it means?" he asks, couldn't keep the curious out of his tone. She blushed, quite freakishly.
"I don't know!"
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What the heck is this? Twenty-twenty question? Please! Sasuke thought impatiently. He has better things to do than standing there, being interrogate by a commoner—a few classes lower then his. The shame!
Anywho…Sasuke starts fidgeting around nervously when the room turns silence. He wonders what's going on in that man's thoughts—maybe how beautiful he looks today…yeah right! If anything, there's only one word that can describe him—shi-dirty!
He couldn't help but feels the uncomfortable dress sticking on him like a second skin. Thank god there are too many layers on one another, hiding his breast-less chest, and well-muscled body…overall, he bets that he must look hideous, having a too broad shoulder. Shoot!
"Are you sure you're willing to travel among men for the next month?" He looks toward the voice, listening to the man. What the heck is he talking about?
"Ye-yeah?" he blurs without thinking, curiosity got the better of him.
"Great! You're hired!" Sasuke blinks. Before he can think through what's going on, the girl hustles him out the door, once again, reducing him to a blob of ooze flying through space, dragging him through the ship.
They come to a stop in front of a heavy metal door, the typical material for ship. It opens without any creak, unlike his door at home. He hasn't even bothers fixing it in the last year and a half. His brother simply doesn't care.
Tisk!
The room opens into view, showing every details of your average teenager's room—clothes scattering, accessories misplaces (he guesses since there's a few water bottles being hanged on the ceiling and unless that's some type of new art, they aren't suppose to be there!), stuffs like so.
He even sights a bowl of…ugh! Is that spaghetti? What's that…thing…crawling out of the bowl?—Er…never mind—ignorant is bliss…humm….
Whosaa…(or whatever they hum when they do yoga or something)
Making his way into the room, following the girl, they finally stop at the bathroom. Without speaking, she starts pointing at random objects in the room.
"Yeah, thanks," he mutters, watching as she exits the room, giving him some privacy. Quickly taking off his—Haruno's—dress, Sasuke pauses midway when he realizes his lack of clean clothes.
Peeking out the room, he sees the girl sitting in the middle of the room, surrounds by the mass of destruction.
"Um…do you mind…letting me borrow some of your clothes? I…didn't…" Sasuke stops, wondering if he should go on. He didn't have to, since the girl already shoves a buddle of clothes into his hands. Slamming the door shut, Sasuke breaths a heavy sigh.
Maybe it's not too late to return home.
He stumbles when the ship gives a sudden purge forward. The horn blares. He runs toward the nearest window, a small circular shape big enough for his eyes to peek out. The port becomes smaller and smaller by the moment. Sliding to the floor, he wonders whether if he had made the right decision.
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"I'm happy to welcome you aboard, Sasuki," Iruka welcomes warmly, a cheery smile displays on his lips easily. He stares at the young woman, now bathed properly. With the mud and dirt gone, she looks decent enough. Her ink, black hair reaches her shoulder, quite unusual for girls of her age. Her face, though not feminine, gives her a fearless personality, as though she could take the world with her own two hands. But what gets him unnerve was her physical body's appearance. Standing a good six feet (about a foot taller than Naruto), her shoulders are probably broader than Naruto.
His poor child, being compare to a lowly woman! And losing!
But she might have makes a good looking man—such waste.
"I…the pleasure's all mine," she replies, curtsies clumsily. Even Naruto does it better! Iruka thought happily, finally finding a fault.
Too bad his manners are no where near as proper.
"I'm the captain," he boasts, "but you can call me Iruka." She nods, signalling that she hears him. He grins again.
"I hope my son will not give you much trouble." Yeah right, he thought, when Thames freezes over!
But mostly, he keeps his sarcasms to himself.
"Will twelve gold coins work?" he asks politely, already knowing that it's much more than the usual cost, but this is Naruto he's talking about. The last maid wouldn't even take thirty!
She nods, fidgeting with the hem of her dress as if it's the greatest thing in the world.
"When will I meet him?" she requests timidly.
"About…now?" The door busts open as soon as he finishes. His son, Naruto, stands panting. His blond hair stands out from the masses of blackness in the room—water still drips from it. His sapphire orbs flare nicely, happy about something. Iruka's guesses, probably the new maid. He's quite taken by her.
Both stand staring at each other in silence while Iruka observes the both of them. Heck, even Naruto makes a better woman! 'Tis sad!
The urge to hug Naruto overcomes him, but he wills against it. Naruto will give him the cold shoulder if he did.
He falls backward from his chair—tipping on two legs instead of four—when the once thought timid woman shrieks.
"BU-BUT THAT'S A GIRL!"
-To Be Continues-
Bad ending, I know but that's all I can think of right now for the chapter, after so long since I last think about this story that my brain wouldn't let me think properly. Hopefully, this chapter is not much of a disappointment.
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