Kenthos: I want to thank you all for the reviews! They're the inspiration that fuels my writing when I think I should just throw out the keyboard or burn my pen.
Minato: Yeah, but there's one thing we want to make perfectly clear about our fan fiction.
Kenthos: I, Kenthos, promise to finish all stories I'm working on. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES WILL I QUIT MY WRITING. EVEN IF IT TAKES AWHILE FOR ME TO UPDATE I WON'T GIVE UP.
Minato: Hopefully we won't lose our internet anytime soon. That would be a major setback for us. Anyway, here's the long anticipated chapter of Love Sick!
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Kyuubi felt his mind numb from shock as he felt Naruto's lips touch his, the blond pressed firmly against him as they hit the ground, the demon able to feel every contour of the vessel's hot and damp body. Naruto's arms shot out to catch himself, his hands planting themselves firmly onto the slick tiled floor, one pinned on either side of the demon's head. The blonde's right knee was slammed between Kyuubi's legs, holding his lower body up. A few more inches up and there would've been trouble.
The red head was frozen with shock as his body refused to listen to his brain's frantic commands to dislocate himself from the hot human above him. His senses were alive with Naruto's presence as the mouth watering scent that was Naruto mixed with the fruity aroma from the shampoo and body wash, the smell sneaking into his nostrils and Kyuubi could practically taste the anbu on the tip of his tongue. They were chest to chest, their bodies perfectly symmetrical as their hearts beat against each other, their pulses racing with fear, shock, and lust. Naruto's hair lay flat as little water droplets fell from the tips of his hair, landing on Kyuubi's hot skin before sliding down his cheek and down to his neck.
Their eyes were as wide as saucers before they quickly separated, Kyuubi shoving Naruto off and Naruto throwing himself off the man, only to fall on his ass as both sputtered and wiped frantically at their lips. For a human Naruto didn't have any luck in romance but he sure as hell could attract accidental kisses, the ninja made a face at the memory of his similar experience with Sasuke when they first became genin. Yuck! However…..this had been much different…his fingertips brushed over his still warm lips, the foreign taste tingling on his skin as his tongue automatically scraped against them to taste more. As Naruto sat in a daze Kyuubi got up and steadied himself against the wall, shaking with visible anger as his clawed hand balled up in a fist.
A plethora of different emotions, thoughts and feelings crashed down on him like a tsunami, his body stiff except for his tightening hand. For one indescribable moment, it was like he was kissing his beloved once more, her soft lips on his as they embraced on the night of their mating. Old wounds opened as anger, depression and a long time hurt ran rampant as memories of his former mate, and love of his immortal existence swirled in his mind, his heart aching. This felt like a betrayal to her, kissing another even if it was an accident. His lip bled as his fang dug into it, the physical pain numbing the inner turmoil of his heart. And you know what the worst part was? The one thing that truly boiled his blood? It was the small fact of the matter that made Kyuubi want to bang his head through a wall. He had liked it. He fucking liked it!
The day his lover died he swore he wouldn't love another on such a level, even if he ended up alone for all eternity. Kyuubi just couldn't move on. Naruto lowered his head in shame and fear as the demon glared at him, Kyuubi too caught up in his emotions to think straight. His voice was cold as ice as it bounced off the walls in a deadly tone.
"Don't. Ever. Do. That. Again."
The anbu's hair stood on end; both on his head and neck, but found his head automatically moving up and down in a frightened nod. He had crossed a line that was not meant to be breached-even if by accident- unintentionally deepening the rift between them. Barely contained rage-filled footsteps stalked out of the room, a door slamming in the main chamber signaled that Kyuubi left to let out steam.
His shoulders sagged in sadness; it wasn't like he planned that or anything. A slow sigh passed through chapped pink lips before Naruto's hands latched onto a nearby shelf and shakily clambered to his feet, a few cracks from his bones sounding in protest to the movement. He was getting out of shape; ugh Naruto didn't even want to think about how stiff his limbs were on the outside. There were nurses and people that were supposed to move your arms and legs when you were in a coma to prevent muscle loss, but even with his gained popularity there were still those that had a grudge. It would be his luck to get a nurse that completely ignored his bodily needs.
What happened earlier? Usually he would've shouted back at Kyuubi, not sit there like a quiet little mouse and take it. That's what happened every time they argued and by the end of it both would be hoarse from yelling and would barely be able to speak for the next few hours. So what was different this time around? Did the kiss really affect him that much? Naruto touched his lips again as a small blush dusted over his whiskered cheeks. Stop that! The blond shook himself out of his thoughts….*coughfantasiescough*, no, Kyuubi DID NOT like him, after all he blew his top when Naruto kissed him right? So trying to go after him for a relationship definitely wouldn't be one of his better ideas.
Naruto used the wall as leverage to steady himself before limping back to the couch, watery foot prints slicking up the tiled floor and soaking the spongy carpet as he walked. Wait…..what was he going to do for clothes? Kyuubi took his to get cleaned and he couldn't exactly go around naked either. Naruto paused in mid step as he got into his signature thinking pose, arms crossed across his chest, eyes squinted shut tight that reminded one of a fox and plump lips protruding in a pout like gesture as he thought. Well….this was his mind right? Maybe he could control the environment around him??
Concentrating hard, he imagined himself wearing the leaf's signature jonin outfit, save for the shoes and vest. The sopping wet towel fell around his ankles with the material landing with a heavy wet flop. As Naruto scrambled to put it back on he paused as he felt material sticking to his still damp skin, out of the corner of his eye he spotted a sleeve on his arm that connected to the shirt clinging to his skin while he felt the baggy blue jonin pants twist around his legs. He flushed a hot red while his right eye twitched at his own forgetfulness. He had forgotten underwear. Suddenly his pants didn't seem too spacious as he felt a pair of red boxers appear when he conjured them up in his mind. Much better.
Naruto's muscles contracted and loosened as he stretched, a loud yawn escaping him as he scratched himself. The hot bath and ramen beforehand was making him sleepy. After rubbing some at his eyes Naruto climbed onto the couch and laid on his side so his face was facing the back of the furniture, his head nestled in the corner. His thoughts grew distant and far in between as he felt his consciousness fading.
'Baka Kitsune........... I didn't mean to kiss him.......hope he's not too mad…you never piss off someone that makes……ramen as good as he does…..'
Ah yes, where would Naruto be without his new favorite ramen chef? It was like a piece of heaven in every bite of Kyuubi's homemade secret ramen recipe. Ever since that first taste the human had been trying to wrestle the recipe away from the demon, only for the red head to laugh and say Naruto would have to earn the right to learn how to cook it. Needless to say Naruto sulked for awhile before jumping up and bouncing around the demon to find out how he could earn it. Only for the man to say he'd show it to him when he had free time. When didn't he have free time?! All thoughts stopped as he drifted off, his mind taking a short break from everything.
With Kyuubi
Despite what Naruto believed Kyuubi wasn't as far away as he assumed. The earlier sound of a door slamming was Kyuubi stomping into his own bedroom and shutting the door hard. The chamber was rather spacious and possessed no other entrances other than the one Kyuubi just came through, giving him more privacy as all he would need to do would be to place a lock on the door. Which he hadn't needed….until now. On the right side of the room there was a large king sized bed, its wooden headboard pushed up against the wall. Suspended above the bed was fixture that held a black see through curtain that circled around it, giving the sleeper privacy.
The bed itself was decorated with silky pure white bed sheets while a crimson comforter and a navy blue blanket were spread on top. An array of multiple pillows lined the headboard each a different size, shape, color and material and all of them were centered on the largest pillow in the bunch. Across from the bed was a large mahogany desk and matching chair, the desk full of drawers and boards stacked and nailed on top of the desk formed shelves. (Like those desks that have shelves on top for other stuff and drawers inside the desks) Stacks of paper flooded the desk while some drawer compartments were stuffed shut. A variety of writing utensils such as pens, pencils, quills, brushes and markers were scattered across the wooden surface while one black ink pen lay on the floor from falling off.
In the small space between the bed and the wall was a cubby hole that was full of blankets, sheets, more pillows and comforters. To the right of it was a fireplace that was cemented to the wall, the red and orange flames inside it never dying as they bathed the room a warm glow. In the corner of the room by the desk was a closet full of clothes while portraits and pictures lined the walls. Kyuubi sat at the edge of his bed, his head in his hands as he thought. He didn't have the right to yell at Naruto like that, it was just an accident. The demon wasn't supposed to lose control like that; he wasn't supposed to have emotions at all. That's what humanity thought anyway, the truth of the matter was…demons had feelings too. They had thoughts, emotions, loved ones, families, and opinions….but no, that was always overlooked and people saw them as mindless killing machines that got a kick out of drowning children and eating humans. Disgusting. If he ate anyone it would be the foolish people of this village that's who.
It hurt so much. Too much. A simple mishap reduced him to this emotional mess that he was now. After all, he swore he put that behind him didn't he? That he would mourn over her in silence instead of showing his weakness over her death? Kyuubi sighed tiredly as he turned, gazing longingly at a large portrait hanging over his bed. The painting depicted a man and a woman, the man holding the female tenderly to his chest as they gazed lovingly into the other's eyes, as though they were the only ones that mattered and their worlds would be crushed if they were separated.
Without a second thought, Kyuubi stood up on the bed and walked toward the wall, the springs in the mattress not daunting his footwork. His crimson eyes were glazed over with the pain of loss as he ran a delicate finger over his deceased mate's cheek, wishing that she was with him again instead of immortalized in this painting. Kyuubi's heart burned with longing, the demon unable to tear his eyes away from the image as he elegantly lowered himself into a sitting position on the bed Indian style.
He would apologize to the human outside tomorrow he thought distantly; red eyes glued to brush stroked blue ones. Naruto's eyes were so much like her's was…..in more ways than appearance. A flash of intuition crossed over their features when they saw through his lies, their eyes held a fiery passion and conviction that made you want to follow them to the ends of the earth…..when saddened they dulled as tears pooled at the bottom, a drop never spilling unless in the privacy of solitude.
Kyuubi could never really compare them to each other, both were exact opposites. She was sweet and soft spoken unless enraged or stubborn, he was loud no matter what. He was light….while she was the personification of dark beauty. Both loved helping others even when they came up short in the end because of it. At first when he was getting to know Naruto he felt the blond was naïve and a fool. He let people walk all over him like a welcome mat and he still called them his 'precious people'. The demon's first thought had been this. Oh great, I have a golden boy for a vessel, one that was dumb enough to not know he was being used. But Naruto always knew when he was being used for other purposes and did it for the greater good. If his friends were happy, so was he. Kyuubi thought that philosophy idiotic, Naruto couldn't make everyone happy without making someone miserable. It held no logic whatsoever.
The kitsune didn't understand when Naruto popped into his thoughts but didn't bother to think about another topic as he continued to think about the two that occupied his thoughts. For the rest of the night, Kyuubi simply stared at the portrait while his mind basked in the memories of his love and Naruto, before relenting to sleep, Naruto's blue eyed face appearing on the back of his eyelids, the smiling face the last thing he saw before the darkness of sleep engulfed him.
Kenthos: Sorry it took awhile to update folks but I had some serious writer's block. I apologize if I wrote that Kyuubi was gay somewhere in previous chapters I could've sworn I did but I don't know. He is bi people…at least in this fic he is.
Minato: We're sorry this is shorter than usual but we decided to focus on these two for now.
Kenthos: Also, does anyone have any ideas for a title for my Death Note/Naruto crossover? If so, pm it to me. We apologize for any errors.
Minato: Read and Review please!
A past Love places a barrier between two lost souls, will Kyuubi give love a shot and open up to our favorite ninja or will he close himself off further into the dark reaches of his heart? Only time will tell.