Ok finally time for chapter 4.
Sooo… last chapter I got a review asking who Sakura would be with and then I remembered that I hadn't even thought of that. I had planned to start thinking about that when I got to that chapter but because of that review I was like "eh what the hell, I'll do it". So I decided that Sakura will be paired with Itachi. Here are a few reasons:
First, something will be revealed later that makes it ironic (I love irony).
Second, in the manga Riju (Sakura's character) falls in love with the guy who plays Mizuki in the TV adaption of Shunsuke's (Sasuke's character) books. So since Itachi is the murderer in Sasuke's paintings I just thought it would be cool.
Third, Itachi needs love too. (and he obviously won't get it from Naruto since this is a SasuNaru).
Ok so there you have it… oh and if you hate the ItaSak (I personally have never read one and have no prejudices against it) then sorry but if it's any help there won't be much of it, just a little.
Ok enough of my rambling.
Warnings: Language, a few boyXboy kisses (-_- and they aren't between the preferred pairing), and implied masterbation (=^-^=)
Disclaimer: No I do not own Kirepapa or Naruto cuz if I owned Naruto then all the bad crap that's been happening in the manga recently would not be there.
--Chapter 4—
Naruto hunched over his desk, a pencil in his hand. Sketches had continued to fall forth from his mind since that day five days ago. The only problem was the fact that none of them were ones he would even consider for a painting, his reputation would be ruined.
The two shinobi, obviously, no longer had any qualms with each other because of their… err… activities. After that first sketch of the two of them kissing it had become as if Naruto's brain was adamant about them this way.
The sketches had become a bit perverted. It had started out "PG-13" but now, it was "R" and beyond. He had drawn so many that he no longer blushed at the sight of his own creations and it was starting to piss him off.
What the hell was wrong with him? Had he become some sort of super pervert or something? Where was his sanity?
He glanced down at his latest sketch and groaned. Another one. He promptly shut the sketchbook and pushed it away from him.
He arched his back and he heard a few pleasing 'pops'. The position he had been taking to draw was killing his back. With a sigh he let himself fall back onto the floor.
His cerulean eyes searched the ceiling; the pale plaster looked unbelievably boring. The wooden floor beneath him felt cold and hard. In fact the entire room felt horribly depressing. Perhaps because this had been where he had touched him.
A shiver ran through his body. It had done that every time he let his thoughts return to the teen. He, personally, had not seen the dark haired man in five days but that did not mean that he hadn't come over.
Sasuke had continued to visit Sakura but the moment that Naruto would hear his voice floating up from the front door, he would sneak off to his studio. After a while though he started to visit less and less. Now Naruto hadn't seen him in two days.
Sakura was none the wiser and went on with her normal days, she had even started to visit Sasuke's house instead. This had pissed Naruto off to no end but he had been unable to do anything about it, he couldn't tell her why he was so against it.
So life had returned, somewhat, to the way it had been but Naruto couldn't help but feel strained. He knew now that he had feelings for Sasuke, strong feelings, but his devotion to Sakura's happiness kept him from acting upon those feelings. All he had to do, he decided, was keep his distance and let the initial heat from Sasuke's touches cool down. Once he got himself under control he could return to plotting the boy's death for his constant presence in Sakura's life.
He felt his heart suddenly throb and he winced. To distance himself was easier said than done though, he wanted to see him. But he couldn't, because he knew that if he did then there would be no turning back.
God! Why did things have to become so complicated? He had been so content with his life, he got to torture the teen and Sasuke, in turn, got to act unfazed by the older man's antics.
He was pulled out of his musings by the familiar sound of Sakura returning home from school.
"Papa, I brought a friend over!" Naruto winced, his mind automatically returning to Sasuke.
"Good evening Naruto-san!" that voice wasn't Sasuke's. He was quickly off the floor and making his way towards the front door.
In the doorway stood two people. One was the figure of his daughter and the other was an only vaguely familiar boy. He had short black hair that fell into his just as black eyes. His skin was almost sickly pale and he wore a nauseating smile that didn't seem to quit. (Quick A\N: totally not Sai bashing, this is just how he looks to me).
"Ah! There you are Naruto-san" the pale teen said, that smile still there.
"Papa, you remember Sai-kun don't you?" Sakura smiled and realization clicked in his head. Now he remembered this kid.
If Sasuke and Sai had been competing to see who could stand Naruto's abuse the longest, then Sai came in second. Naruto had seen this teen come around for four years.
His eye twitched, he had thought that this one had finally given up when he stopped coming around about two months ago.
"Of course I remember Sai" he flashed his one-thousand watt smile "Where have you been" 'and why the hell did you come back!?'
"I was out of the country. My uncle fell ill and I went to take care of him." His smile still in place. Sakura turned to the boy.
"I hope he's ok" she got a nod as a reply then turned to her father "we'll be in the living room"
"Ok. I'll bring you two something to drink" he got a "thanks" from Sakura and the two teens walked down the hall to the living room.
He glared at the back of the boy's head. That brat had to have the worst luck; he came back on a day that Naruto was feeling particularly malevolent. He was going to rue this day.
Naruto stood in the kitchen, hunched over two cans of soda. He cackled as three white pills from an inconspicuous glass bottle (A/N: if you don't remember this bottle go back to the first chapter) slipped into the can of Coke, the can of Sprite was left untouched (Sakura couldn't go a day without a can of Sprite).
This was only the tip of the iceberg, that kid wouldn't know what hit him. He cackled louder.
"Is something funny, Naruto-san?" a voice pulled him out of his evil thoughts. He spun around and came to face the boy he had been plotting against.
"Nothing that would interest you" Naruto said sweetly "would you like your drink now?" he added his smile to the question.
The teen didn't answer, he stood in the doorway, staring. He seemed to be thinking something over, his black eyes trained on the blonde. Sai was silent for a few more seconds before he took a breath and spoke.
"Naruto-san, I-" Naruto's eyes narrowed and his voice became cold.
"If you're trying to get my permission to go out with Sakura, then don't. She's off limits" he almost growled.
"NO! That's not it!" he raised his hands in defense. "Naruto-san, I'm trying to tell you that it's you I like" The teen stepped forward and trapped Naruto against the counter. A feeling washed over him, his head yelling at him that something wasn't right. Then, without warning, the kid leaned in and his lips crashed down onto the older man's. Naruto froze and they stayed like this for a few seconds before Sai finally pulled back, his eyes yearning.
The blonde faltered. 'What?' He stared, wide eyed, at the boy.
"AH FUCK, not again!"
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Naruto sat in his studio, calmly and quietly slamming his head against the wall!!!
"What (slam) the hell (slam) is wrong with today's (hard slam) youth?" He pulled himself away from the wall and fell back (for the hundredth time) onto the floor. He groaned as a pain began to throb behind his eyes. Great just what he needed, a headache!
He closed his eyes; he couldn't stare at the ceiling any longer. He needed a drink… or two.
After Sai had admitted to liking him, Naruto had promptly kicked the boy out and slammed the door in his face. Sakura had been shocked at her father's rash behavior but was unable to vocalize her protests when the man stormed off into his art studio.
He sighed; Naruto knew he would have to apologize to her… maybe when he calmed down a bit.
Pearly white teeth snagged onto his bottom lip. Sai's confession had reminded Naruto so much of Sasuke that he had been unable to breath. That bastard had to always be in his thoughts. Damn Sasuke, damn him a million times over!
A pair of onyx eyes floated into his mind. The dark depths were gorgeous when he was aroused. A blush sprinkled Naruto's face; he had seen Sasuke aroused more than once and it had always been for him. His eyes had gazed so passionately at him, his flushed skin looking so good he had wanted to taste it. His parted lips had been swollen, red, and moist. A shudder ran through the blonde and his fingers clenched.
Sasuke's hands had been so hot, his fingers long and slender. His legs were firm, his thighs powerful. His chest was toned and his abdomen had been unbelievably hard. God, what the hell were they feeding kids these days?
Naruto stifled a moan that rose from his chest when he felt heat pool in between his legs. The jeans he was wearing were suffocating and his shirt felt tight. He couldn't stand it, his hands moved quickly over the zipper of his jeans and his hands dipped into the front of his boxers and grasped his heated flesh. His back arched and his eyes fell shut.
"Sa…suke…"
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"Papa, is everything ok? You look really tired" Sakura asked as she set dinner down on the table. The blonde jumped in his seat.
"Oh… err everything's fine Sakura-chan. Just been working really hard on this latest painting" he sent his daughter a smile, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. He had been having dreams lately and not the fuzzy bunny filled kind either. Sasuke had official taken over Naruto's dream land and, for the past few nights, had been doing the kind of stuff to him that would make anyone blush. This was the reason why he was so tired; he hadn't been getting any proper sleep.
He leaned back into his chair and let his hands rub his eyelids to relieve the soreness that had collected there. He listened to the soothing sounds of Sakura's quiet movements as she moved around the table and kitchen. It was enough to make him fall asleep… well he would have fallen asleep if the sound of the doorbell hadn't abruptly shaken him into complete consciousness.
"Who could that be?" she spoke to herself as she untied her apron and made her way to the front door. The sound of the door opening and Sakura's sudden nervous sounding voice had Naruto on his feet and walking towards the door.
"I-Itachi-san! What are you doing here? If you're looking for Sasuke-kun, then I don't know where he is." The name of the older Uchiha made Naruto's body run cold and it stopped the man in his tracks. Unfortunately he had heard it too late and he now stood in the hallway, in perfect view of the pair standing in the doorway. They hadn't noticed him yet.
"Actually, I came here to speak with your father." The pale man wore a face of quiet kindness. 'Pft yeah like that was even real. This guy is such a faker'
"Papa? Why do you wanna speak with him?" she looked at the man curiously. Naruto slowly started to retreat backwards. He reeeeeealy didn't want to face any member of the Uchiha clan right now.
Unfortunately his movement had attracted the pair of black eyes to him. He almost winced when he saw those eyes gleam menacingly.
"Naruto-kun" he turned his head fully towards the blonde "I came here to talk with you. Would you mind coming with me for awhile so we can speak?" He had his hands stuffed in his pockets; he was the embodiment of aloofness. He wanted to glare, but Sakura would question it.
"Sorry, Uchiha-san, but Sakura and I have just sat down for dinner." He gave the other man one of his sweet smiles. Itachi didn't seem fazed, but it was Sakura who spoke up next.
"Don't worry about that" she smiled at her father "I'm sure that Itachi-san has something important to say" an emotion flashed in her eyes, it was cross between admiration and something else. Naruto had never seen something like that on his daughter and it shocked him. He should know every emotion that Sakura possessed.
All the man was able to do was nod and dazedly walk out behind Itachi.
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"Are you alright Naruto-kun, you haven't said a word since we left?" Itachi's low voice reached the blonde though the fog in his head. Cerulean eyes turned upward from the white-top table before him to the man sitting across from him.
Itachi sat calmly, his legs crossed with a cup of coffee in front of him. His coal-black eyes observed the blonde with an air of interest that bordered on hunger.
"He said that he found it almost amusing and that he…" His eyes turned deadly "finds you intriguing" the teen's fists clenched "Naruto-san, he wants you."
Naruto felt a blush creep up onto his cheeks and he quickly looked down again. His tanned hands gripped the glass that held his drink. The reddish-orange color of his iced mango juice looked up at him, the glass still completely full. He leaned forward and pulled the stripped straw in between his lips and sucked, the tangy flavor slid across his tongue and he almost sighed in pleasure.
He pulled back from the drink and then slowly began to construct a tower out of the salt and pepper shakers that sat to the side of the table. Then he began to rearrange all the little packets of sugar depending on color. When he was done with that he began to take in his surroundings. Itachi had taken him to some café that Naruto had never noticed situated only a few blocks from his house. They sat outside under a large green terrace umbrella. Then he returned to his drink.
After a few more seconds of procrastinating, the artist finally decided that he should get it over with and see what the older Uchiha sibling wanted.
"You said you wanted to talk, here's your chance, talk" He knew it sounded kinda rude but it wasn't as if he wanted Itachi to like him.
"I wanted to ask you something" he leaned back into his chair "it's been on my mind since the last time I saw you" he paused, as if to build suspense.
"Well, out with it already!" his patience waning. The man continued to watch him in silence, before finally…
"What is your relationship with my brother?" it was said so casually asked that Naruto, whom at the time had been taking another sip of his drink, sprayed mango juice across the white table. Amazingly, none of it hit Itachi.
"Wh…what?" the blonde said in between coughs.
"Upon meeting you in my brother's room a week ago I realized that there were a few things…" he paused "…off about the whole situation in which I found the two of you."
Naruto audibly gulped.
"Then there is the fact that ever since then my brother has been acting different. Even more so two days after I met you in his room, when he returned from your residence."
Itachi leaned forward, eyes calculating.
"What makes you think that any of that has to do with me?" he glared. The man didn't reply, he just continued to watch the blonde. "WELL?!"
"What is your relationship with my brother" his tone sent chills downs Naruto's spine.
His mind went reeling in a million different directions and it was all because of this man before him. He despised this man, loathed him. No… it wasn't just this man, it was Sasuke also, hell it was the entire Uchiha family. It was people like them who believed that they could posses everything that they desired. It would be him, he decided, who wouldn't give them anything unless they earned it!
"Your brother and I have no relationship, whatsoever"
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Naruto looked ahead as he walked towards his front door, Itachi at his side. The man had volunteered to 'walk him to the door'. 'Pft, as if this was a date'.
Silence hung over them. A familiar feeling started to wash over him. It was strange, in a creepy 'watch your back' kind of way, he had only ever felt this way when he had been alone with Sasuke and/or Sai right before they… AH CRAP!!!
He was roughly pushed against the side of his house, his mouth being occupied by the lips of a very pushy Uchiha. How the hell did he always end up in these situations? His poor abused lips!!!
"Ge-mmf thm fumk ofmf mmm!!" (translation: 'Get the fuck off me!!') He pushed savagely against his attacker but the man wouldn't budge. This wasn't right; Itachi wasn't the one whom he would allow to touch him. The only person who he would allow to touch him was…
His eyes were suddenly stinging and he felt the distinct feeling of wetness sliding down his cheeks. Just great, that's exactly what he needed, Itachi seeing him cry!!
"Get the hell away from him!!" a sudden cry and Itachi was instantly off of him. Cerulean eyes looked around wildly and found the Uchiha a few feet away on the ground, a bruise forming under his eye.
"Don't ever touch my father against his will!" that got the blonde's attention. Shocked eyes landed on the pink haired girl standing next to him, fist raised. She had punched Itachi!
Sakura stood panting, her light green eyes burning with rage. Naruto nearly gasped, he had never seen her this angry. She stood in a somewhat crouched position, as if to attack again. Silence resounded between the three people.
Slowly a smirk slid onto the brunette's face.
"This is definitely an interesting family"
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"Here! Take it and leave me to wallow in my own messed up life!" Naruto dramatically let himself slump onto his couch, the soft material soothing his aching body.
"Why the hell is it already wrapped up? You usually let me see the work right after you've finished" Tsunade held the package in her hand questioningly, the newest addition to the "Shippuden" series.
He wasn't sure how he had made the three week deadline but he had, with only a day to spare. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that he had locked himself in his room since that whole 'Itachi Incident' (or so he had started calling it). He turned his attention back to the blonde woman.
"Ehh… I was just…?" he shrugged and hoped she would drop it. Of course the gods apparently don't like him and decided that Tsunade would become suspicious and take this time to RIP OFF THE WRAPPING PAPER!!!
The moment he saw her do this he was up and running for the door, but her exclamation of joy distracted him and he went head first into the wall instead of the door right next to it.
"OH! I can't believe it!" she squealed.
"Believe it" the man sighed (A/N: LOL had to do it. ttebayo!)
"You took what I said to heart" she wiped away fake tears "You've made me very happy!" she crouched over the blonde still lying on the floor and offered a hand to help him up.
"Whatever" he took her hand and pulled himself up "It's your fault that I couldn't think of anything good enough. It was your damn deadline, I didn't have enough time" he huffed.
"Oh come on, this is brilliant!" she motioned towards the painting. His eyes ran over the thing that had been plaguing him for two weeks. When he had locked himself in his room his sole purpose had been to forget the 'Incident' but it had inadvertently meant that he hadn't paid any attention to what the hell he had been painting. It had started out OK but by the last few days, things had started to get a little sketchy.
The painting before him wasn't as bad as the hundreds of almost pornographic sketches he had been drawing. In fact, this was quite tame compared to them.
The two shinobi stood in the rain (why rain always seemed to be in these kind of situations, he didn't know). They were drenched, their hair heavy with rain and their clothes sagging with the weight. As per usual, they were cut, bruised, burned, and in every other way showing that they had just survived a battle. They looked tired. Little puffs of air were visible rising from their mouths and thin wisps of vapor rose from their bodies as if they were giving off heat. Those parts had been just fine; they hadn't warned the blonde when he had been painting what the outcome would be. This brings us to the 'sketchy parts'.
The blonde shinobi was leaning against a tree (to get out of the rain presumably), his eyes half lidded. The raven haired shinobi stood under the same tree, his hand resting on the trunk next to the blonde one's head and he was only centimeters from kissing the other ninja. They stood so close to each other that this scene could, in no way, be interpreted any differently than an intimate moment.
Naruto had been mortified when it had been finished, and he would have redone it if he had had the time. He had been unable to anything about it so he quickly wrapped it up and hoped that he would be halfway to Kyoto by the time she opened it. No such luck.
"Just take it away already and let me physically feel it as my reputation is shattered" he felt his chest become heavy in defeat.
"Don't talk like that. This is art and everyone knows that every artist will make something that will be either controversial or completely different. Nothing will happen to your reputation that won't be for the evolution of your art." She smiled at him with motherly affection. He still couldn't believe her.
"Yeah right. I bet Satsuki Ueha never did anything controversial" he grumbled, too somber to care that he had just mentioned Sasuke in any shape or form. Tsunade was quiet for a few moments.
"Hmm, I guess that you don't know then" his eyes rose to her questioningly "I thought that you of all people would know the news, you being 'her' biggest fan and all" she looked to be thinking something over.
"What? What's happened to Ueha-san?" he watched her carefully. Tsunade sighed.
"Satsuki Ueha has declared that 'she' is discontinuing the "Avenger" series" she looked down at him gravely. Naruto's body went numb, his mind on overdrive. 'What the hell Sasuke!?'
Suddenly, his body was moving. He ran towards the front door, not even noticing Sakura walking in and her usual call of "Papa, I'm home!" He didn't even hear Tsunade yell "Wait! At least tell me what this one's named before I take it to the gallery!"
He only stopped at the door long enough to pull on his shoes and he was off down the street. Naruto ran the entire way to the dark haired teen's house; he hadn't even realized yet that this was the first time in 17 years that he wasn't even thinking about his beloved daughter at all.
--Chapter 4 end--
OK don't kill me!!! T-T I know it's a cliffhanger but I had to end it here so that you can have a whole lemon near the beginning of the next chapter. In the Kirepapa manga this chapter continues on to where he gets to his house and they have this whole confession moment and stuff starts to happen only for it to be cut up by the end of the chapter. So I decided that this way you won't get the confessions and stuff only just so you have to wait a week for the conclusion.
Sorry if this one was kinda crappy, for some reason I really wasn't feeling this one and I had to force myself to finish it. Maybe because this is pretty much just a filler chap. Oh well it happens to all of us.
Well that's all for today… hope you liked it
Till next time…
Ram of the forest