It took longer than I expected, it's so much harder now to find the energy to write after a long day's work, but enough of my complaints, please enjoy this update!


Chapter Nine: A Date Unlike Any Other

It was Saturday when Naruto pulled up to the local restaurant, his date next to him. The lit up sign read Cheesecake factory with big bold letters. One could tell it was a popular place for the young adults much like him, judged by the hoards of them. Naruto had been to the restaurant a few times with his buddies from school. They served good food and their cheesecakes were amazing! It was a great place, not to mention he knew he'd get away cheap enough.

Naruto never really paid much detail to his dates, knowing his looks did most of the job, but there was something about Sachiko that made him want to make an effort. He felt like he needed to impress her. It was a foreign feeling to the blond because in his eyes, most girls had a 24 hour expiration date. He had some really good girl friends, but dating them? Why bother. Sachiko, however, stood out and there was something thrilling about chasing her. He yearned to have her, to see that tight body writhe under him, yet her looks were only average but something about her called out to him, like a sirens call. Nevertheless, in his opinion, a conquest was a conquest, so why dwell on it?

They got out of the car and entered the restaurant. The inside was impressive, the atmosphere cozy and modern. Naruto held back the urge to pat his own back. The place was perfect. He would have her eat out of his hand within minutes. On cue, Sachiko praised his choice of restaurant as she informed him it was her first time there. They got seated fairly quick and their conversation took off right away. Naruto's expectations were high. Surely, this would be a night to remember.

Those were his initial thoughts, but merely 30 minutes into dinner Naruto started to question his previous hopes. Sachiko was a nice girl, but that was it. The more time he spent with her, the less attractive she seemed. The challenging feeling from before cooled with each passing word. As if the image of her was perfect, but the actual person was different. She was timid, a trait Naruto usually happily exploited, but this time it was more of a turn off. She was easy to talk to, their conversation natural as if they were old friends, but it held no spark, no passion.

The more he focused on her eyes, he realized they were not obsidian but a very rich chocolate. It threw him off. She was the epitome of a perfect lay, and before their date, just the thought of her turned him on yet as she sat in front of him, her appeal was no more than the waiter's of whose ass looked pretty nice but she was one of many. Sachiko was one of many.

There was no thrill, no tension. Was he sick? There, right in front of him, sat his wet dream. She was cute and a ghost of perfection yet everything, the tiniest details, did not add up and it unsettled him. The experience was new to him and he already hated it.

"I'm sorry am I boring you?" Sachiko said below a whisper, her face troubled. Naruto berated himself. If he wanted the night to end a success he had to pull himself together. He wore a fancy smile and dismissed her worries. "Of course not. I just can't believe I'm here with you." As expected the girl melted at his words and Naruto cringed. No challenge whatsoever. Where was that expected bite in her voice? She was just like the rest of them. Naruto took a zip from his drink.

When Sachiko excused herself to go freshen up, Naruto swiped open his phone. The blond was not comfortable accepting a loss and to keep the sheen up he texted 'Reeling her slowly in...' to his childhood friend and received a thumbs up. Another message followed attached with a girl flashing her boobs. Go team! Naruto chuckled, the message an inside joke and tucked away his phone in his pant pocket right on time as Sachiko got back. He felt better in one instant.

After dinner they moved on to the movie theater. Naruto had intentionally chosen a romantic movie to appeal to the girl's fantasies about relationships and what not. That way her head would be filled with ridiculous ideas that what the two shared might mean more and she would be more open to the suggestion of taking things further after the movie. It was a well tested theory and even more surprisingly it worked almost every time. Naruto paid for the tickets and snacks and they took their seats in the distant part of the theater. The movie was a total snooze fiesta, Naruto noted, not surprised, and shook his head for the umpteenth time to shake the creeping feeling of sleep from his eyes. He knew he had to do something, else he would fall asleep, and so settled on the most classic of moves. He feigned a yawn and put his left arm around her shoulders. He suppressed a shiver. He still had the funniest feeling in the pit of his stomach. In the dark of the theater he took his time to study the girl once again.

Sachiko seemed great from a distance but up close nothing about her felt right. Even as his hand touched her shoulder, the feeling remained strange. It was nothing of what he had imagined it to be, but what that meant, he was unsure of. It was as if she reminded him of someone but hard to finger point who. Perhaps it was someone he knew or maybe a past lover? He racked his brain for a resemblance of an answer but could not connect her with anyone. Aggravated, Naruto decided it was time to make the next move. He never got this hung up on any other chick, why should he now? His hand moved further down until it brushed up against the girl's boob.

This would be the test. To see if he had wasted his time or money. Either she accepted his advance or she'd storm out. He was in for a nice surprise when the girl put her hand on his leg. Aggressive. Based on her behavior that night her action came unexpected but not the least appreciated. From what he had seen so far she seemed like the go along type but her bold gesture spoke of aggression. He leaned in to kiss her, thinking there might be more to her, but when their lips met, he felt nothing. His body reacted but the inside felt empty. Her hand moved further up his thigh and worked on his belt buckle.

Shielded in the back of the theater, Naruto leaned his head back when she went down on him and he closed his eyes, relishing in the familiar feeling of a tongue pressed against his hard on. He licked his lips, turning out all sound from the movie and concentrated on the pleasure running through him. At first it was pitch black, only him and that delightful feeling, but then suddenly a picture flashed before his eyes. Naruto's whole body jerked once he realized just whom he had thought of. A picture of Uchiha Sasuke, face flushed, entered his mind. Mortified, Naruto pushed the girl off of him, in the process knocking over his drink and causing popcorn to fly everywhere.

"Ouch." The girl complained and fell back into her seat rather awkwardly.

Naruto stared terrified at her when her face warped into that of his enemy. "What's your problem?!" He heard Sasuke's voice say. Naruto emitted a cry of horror and got up from his seat, tucking himself inside his pants. "I- uh I need to go!" He flew the scene before the girl had time to answer. It was not one of his proudest moments but he ran, as fast as he could. He got into his car and sat staring at his own reflection for what felt like hours, trying to make sense of the situation.

Why had he imagined that prick at that exact moment? Better yet why did the mental image of Sasuke's flushed face make him hard? He was not gay and definitely not interested in the transvestite! Furious, Naruto started the engine aggressively, not sure of where he was going but what mattered at that moment was to get as far away as possible from the undying truth that he had just imagined Sasuke giving him a blowjob.

oOo

After fleeing his date and sending a weak text to apologize, Naruto decided to drive back to the dorms. He knew all his friends were at Kiba's drinking and playing soccer on his gaming system. To escape his thoughts and the image of Sasuke, Naruto joined them, eager to take on any of his friends in a friendly game. He gave his friends a hearty greeting, overcompensating for the turmoil he felt inside, and accepted a red cup from Chouji.

"How was the date? It's a little early isn't it?" Kiba teased him once Naruto took the seat next to him. In one instant the mental picture from before appeared before his eyes. "Shut it, dog-breath." Naruto elbowed his friend and chugged down his beer along with the memory. 'I'm just suffering a bad day, tha's it.' He tried to convince himself. Kiba let out a cry of pain and looked to Shikamaru for an answer but the guy shrugged, just as clueless as himself. "Fine." Kiba rolled his eyes and poured Naruto more to drink.

The blond was taught an important lesson later that night as he stumbled down the pathway to his and Shikamaru's house. Kiba lived in the eastern building whilst theirs were closer to the lake, south of the school grounds. It is bad to drink when one is upset. His cheeks were flustered from alcohol and his body seemed to have a magic pull to the left. Shikamaru had left with Neji before him, so Naruto was left alone to find his way back home. It was a tough challenge, especially since the path kept swaying from side to side, but he strode with great confidence nonetheless.

That's probably why he suddenly found himself standing at the lake's shoreline. The water brushed against the tip of his shoes, the water crawling through the thin fabric. He emitted a sound of confusion, thinking he must have blacked out. The night was warmer than it should have been, be it the alcohol or not, but Naruto sat down, just staring out over the glistening lake. The moon hung low and it was peaceful.

His phone was full of texts from Sachiko, asking what had happened. It ranged from angry to needy to forgiving. He deleted them all. In the end she was nothing special. His thoughts wandered to Sasuke. He bit his lip, trying to make sense of the night events. It was easier to think intoxicated. The alcohol numbed the stress, leaving more space for rational thoughts.

Given the girl's resemblance of the Uchiha, it might have been a fluke, him imagining Sasuke, but what if there was more to it? He played with the thought, wrinkling his nose as one particular thought entered his mind. What if his revenge plan to humiliate Sasuke, was something else? What if that was his way of dealing with the strange emotions Sasuke summoned within him? What if he actually liked Sasuke? The silence outside was almost eerie as the silent question hung in the air. That was until Naruto let out a loud laugh. 'As if.'

tbc


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