Shadow: HOMG! An update that took less than eight weeks? Unbelievable!
Sasuke: Sex?
Naruto: Come on Shadow, now you're just delaying. –pats Sasuke's crotch-
Sasuke: Dobe…. –shifts against hand-
Shadow: -sweatdrop- Look, you guys can't fuck around until Itachi is…..nevermind.
Sasuke: As the main characters of your story, don't we deserve to know what you're going to do to us?
Shadow: No. :D But, I can tell these two. –drags in Neji and Gaara-
Neji: And we're here because….?
Gaara: We were busy.
Shadow: -whispers plot in their ears-
Neji/Gaara: O.o
Naruto: …I'm not even sure I want to know anymore.
Shadow: Ok, now that Sasuke and Naruto are a couple, and I've gotten past enough fluffy fore-play, its time to start what I originally set out to start. Just what is Sakura up to? The plot is changing, characters are being OOC, and confusion will be settling in. Ready? Here we go!
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A tall, dark haired man paced back and forth across the sooty remains of a carpet. He tapped his head with the pencil he was holding, mumbling to himself incoherently. He stopped pacing suddenly, and made a bee-line for the desk on the opposite side of the room. The pencil skittered furiously across the papers scattered every which way across the desk, crossing out sentences, writing and re-writing statements and filling up line after line with words. The pencil went back to tapping its owner's head rather insistently, and the pacing began again.
Only to have the man rush back to his table to erase half of the things he had just written.
Frustration. God, how he hated that emotion. The only emotion that could truly unnerve a person. Frustration made him tense, made him angry, made him unable to think, made him….well….frustrated.
The pencil ceased its tapping, no longer anywhere near the man's head as it had been flung across the room in an effort to release some tension. But the puny clatter of the pencil hitting the murky gray walls only served to fuel his anger.
Itachi was feeling very frustrated.
He had set everything out perfectly. In fact, he'd started all this nine years ago. Only the last few steps still needed to be planned out. And all because of one night, one pathetic little hour, almost everything was ruined. Possibly the only part of this that remained intact was what he had already finished. And that wasn't a whole lot considering what had been planned.
Itachi wandered angrily over to his desk, looking down at the mess. Merely three weeks ago, this desk had been totally visible, with only two stacks of neatly written papers. Now, papers flew in every direction so that the whole desk may very well have been one giant piece of paper without him realizing. The floor around the desk was obscured by the dozens of little crumpled paper balls that had not successfully reached the trash can. God only knew how many pencils surrounded the desk. He had long since broken more than half of his stock into little woodchips.
He glared down at the paper he had been scribbling on. What was once a legible, neat, and clean piece of paper now looked as though a torpedo had hit it. The sides had folded and torn, nothing was legible anymore, what with all the crossings out and re-writing. Holes littered various pieces of the page from times when an eraser had been used too roughly.
The paper was soon no more however, as it was mercilessly crumpled by a pale fist, and sent to the floor to join the horde of ruined paper.
But it wasn't even the fact that his plan had basically slapped him in the face that angered him, although that fueled a good two thirds of his frustration. But the third part was devoted to the side of him that was frustrated with himself for not recognizing such an obvious flaw.
Another paper joined the graveyard surrounding the desk.
If Itachi had needed to measure the size of the flaw, he would have said it was about the size of a breathe mint. He had checked, and re-checked his plan plenty of times; he had had nine years to do so. And he had neglected to see this flaw.
Contacting his experiment had been step two. Step three was supposed to have been getting his experiment to depend on him. But after all the checking and updating he had done, it had never occurred to him that someone would reach his experiment before he did. He had been so confident that everything would work out, he had neglected to see the backdoor in his plan, the one that had a plaque on it reading "What If…".
Had he seen it, he would have been able to lock it, and keep it sealed for good. But because he hadn't, that door had opened infinite gaps in his perfect plan, the loopholes worming themselves in between his carefully written ideas until they were shredded to bits. And he couldn't stop it.
So, he had been re-writing the plan from where he left off, but this time, checking for any and all What Ifs that could occur. But here's where frustration came in to slap him in the face.
Frustration made him second-guess himself.
Which brought him back to his current predicament of pacing back and forth across the room, doubting this would work at all.
Another reason for hating frustration was it brought along the most aggravating side effects. Such as the What If… question. That question was endless. For every answer, there was a "What If" waiting just around the corner to jump in with a steak knife and butcher everything to pieces.
Itachi hated that.
Sighing, he sat on the bed he had recently brought in, and fell back on it, sighing deeply. After a few deep breathes, he knew it would work. Because in the end, if his experiment wouldn't cooperate, he would just dispose of him. Honestly, he didn't even need a living creature to carry out this project, but living was better because it had other things that could complicate the project, which in turn would give him hints on what to fix.
But he liked his new specimen, and he wanted him alive.
Itachi had often considered just killing the boy and using his body as a battery source. Because there is no "What If" to death. Death is death, period. And without a "What If" there was little to no frustration. However, he needed to know what effects his creation had on human emotion, so murder really wasn't an option. Besides, with the Uchiha brat around, it would be hard to kill the boy. Itachi sighed and sat back down at his desk, scribbling furiously again.
Don't worry, little blonde. One way or another, I'll get what I want. I always get what I want.
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Gaara glanced at Neji seductively, straddling his hips, and kissing him lightly. Neji kissed back, and Gaara tried to slip his tongue into Neji's mouth, only to have Neji pull back and turn his head away. Gaara narrowed his eyes in a glare and got up, crossing his arms and looking down at his lover.
"Neji, that's the fourth time in three days. Normally, you're so horny I can't even take three steps without you fucking me into the floor. What's wrong with you?"
Neji smirked, and uncrossed Gaara's arms, taking hold of pale fingers.
"Am I really that horny?"
"Yes,"
"But you love me for it."
Gaara smirked. "Yeah." His face grew serious. "But seriously, what's wrong?"
Neji sighed, and looked away. He really didn't mean to neglect Gaara. But something had been plaguing his mind every since the dance, and he couldn't place it. All he had to go on was strange dreams where bodiless voices whispered bits and pieces of random things. It just made him uneasy.
"Neji?"
Gaara ran his thumb over Neji's cheek gently. Neji sighed.
"I'm sorry. I've just been feeling uneasy lately. I feel like things are going to get rough…..you know?"
Gaara did know. Ever since he had started going out with Neji, a good two years ago, he noticed that his boyfriend seemed to be super observant, so that he could usually predict periods of unease. Of course, they were just feelings. A sixth sense maybe.
Gaara wrapped his arms around Neji, feeling how tense his muscles were. Not saying a word, he pushed Neji, who looked mildly confused, to lie on his stomach. Gaara worked his shirt up, and Neji sat up a little to remove it, before he was pushed down again by the redhead. Giving into curiosity, he looked over his shoulder at Gaara, who was on the other side of the room, fetching a nice smelling lotion. Gaara walked back over to the bed, and straddled him at the hips. Opening the lotion bottle, he moved Neji's silky hair out of the way and squirted some of the cool lotion onto Neji's back. Neji hissed lightly at the cold, but Gaara shushed him gently, working his hands across Neji's back, spreading the cool substance.
"You've been working to hard. Maybe you just need to relax….."
Neji let his eyes close as Gaara kneaded his palms into his back just below the shoulder blades. The redhead moved his hands down, still kneading his palms, all the way to Neji's waist, and back up. He rubbed in small circles across Neji's shoulder blades and massaging his neck and shoulders gently but firmly. Neji moaned quietly at the contrasting feeling of cold lotion and warm hands.
Gaara slowly worked his hands across Neji's skin. Neji began to feel so at ease that he almost drifted off. Almost.
Finally, Gaara removed his hands from Neji's now relaxed back, and lay down beside him, kissing Neji gently on the mouth. Neji turned onto his side and hugged Gaara close, giving into drowsiness as Gaara did the same.
Love you, Gaara.
(Shadow: Last bit of fluff, I swear.)
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Naruto tapped his pencil on the paper before him. Foreign language really wasn't his thing. Math, science, English, and social studies he could deal with, but he just didn't get languages. He sighed in annoyance and got up, deciding to "take a break" (Translation : Stall as long as humanly possible.) and go online. He went over to the computer, clicking the little instant message icon. As soon as he was logged in, he was messaged.
Timeisup: Hey.
NeglectedKitsune: Hi.
Timeisup: You didn't forget did you? About meeting me? When can you come by?
NeglectedKitsune: I didn't. I can stop by in about three days….is that ok?
Timeisup: Yeah sure. Oh, just make sure to wear something black.
NeglectedKitsune: ….ok?
Timeisup: Good. So, then, what's this I've found out? Little Naru-chan has a boyfriend? And it's none other than the boy you claimed to hate, ne?
NeglectedKitsune: How did you know about that? We didn't tell anyone….
To say the least, Naruto was freaked by this. It was true; he and Sasuke had decided to remain quiet about their relationship, mainly because of Sasuke's fans. He was really beginning to regret meeting this guy.
Timeisup: I have to leave. See you soon.
NeglectedKitsune: …bye…..
Naruto signed off, a little concerned. Now that he had Sasuke, he didn't feel so alone, so did he really need Itachi?
He returned to his apartment, and fell asleep on his bed, dreading the morning when he would have to wake up for school.
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"What do you want?"
"Now, is that any way to speak to me? I am helping you after all."
"Whatever."
A girl examined her nails quietly, scowling at the floor. She shivered in revulsion as a rat skittered away into the shadows across the floor. Tossing her pink hair over one shoulder, she looked back up at the dusty room.
The man across the room contemplated her for a minute, before asking quietly,
"How did you find me?"
The girl rolled her eyes.
"I saw you with Naruto in the park awhile back. I was following Sasuke, who was following you two."
"Can't even leave him for two seconds, huh?"
"Cut the crap. You gonna help or not?"
The man's smirk changed to a scowl.
"Bitchy one, aren't you? Yeah I'll help, but Naruto is mine no matter what. Keep it in mind, because if you do anything to harm my experiment, I'll kill you."
The girl rolled her eyes again.
"Look, I don't give a shit about your precious Naruto. All I want to do is get Sasuke. Whatever happens to Naruto after that is not my concern. The only thing I plan on doing to him is messing with his head."
"Sounds like you've thought this out."
"Whatever. Okay, I'll help mess with Blondie's head as long as you get me Sasuke. Deal?"
She held out a firm hand, and the man took it, shook it once, and dropped it, walking back into the shadows. He heard footsteps, and when he turned around again, the girl was gone. He smirked, and walked over to his desk, which he had newly organized just that morning. Opening a small drawer, he pulled out a folded paper. Unfolding it, he took a red pen and made a slash through one of the lines. The previous two lines had lines through them as well.
Get a puppet – Check
"Deal, Sakura." Another cynical smirk, and the parchment was folded up again.
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Naruto walked to his last period class, thankful that the day was almost over. The whole day had been quite tiring.
-FLASHBACK-
"Naruto-kun!"
Needless to say, he was somewhat shocked to be hearing his name used like that. Especially coming from-
"Sakura?"
His long time crush, well at least, until Sasuke, was speaking to him? Was it April fool's day? Was he on Punk'd? Ok camera people, you can come out now….
Sakura giggled and blushed, smiling up at Naruto.
"Hey, would you like to walk with me to my class? I think it's on the way to yours."
Naruto mentally slapped himself several times. What was Sakura doing?
Sakura smiled, pushing her arms together so her breasts looked fuller, some skin peeping out from her low cut shirt. Naruto gulped. He tried to keep telling himself he had a boyfriend, he had Sasuke. But the thought of Sakura was still tempting.
Sakura took his arm, and Naruto walked with her, slightly stunned, to her class. On the way, Sakura kept glancing at him and giggling. Naruto only smile back at her. Eventually, they reached her class, and Sakura leaned up to Naruto, putting a quick kiss on his cheek. Naruto flushed furiously.
Sakura giggled and moved away.
-END FLASHBACK-
And this left Naruto where he was right at the moment, walking towards the last class of the day. Unfortunately for him, he was pulled roughly inside a closet.
"What the---"
A cool palm covered his mouth, and he felt a familiar warm body press up against him.
"Sasuke?"
"Dobe."
The raven nuzzled his neck. Naruto smirked, but wrapped his arms around Sasuke none the less.
"Sheesh Sasuke, one day of having me as a boyfriend and you're already pulling me into closets? You horny bastard."
Sasuke smirked too.
"You complaining?"
"I won't be if you find a way to shut me up."
Sasuke didn't need anymore instruction, pressing his mouth against Naruto's and slipped his tongue into the blonde's mouth. Naruto pressed closer into Sasuke's body as Sasuke pressed him against the wall. They played tonsil hockey for a few moments, before seperating with an audible smacking sound. Naruto meet Sasuke's black eyes.
"Hey let's just skip last period, and stay here."
Sasuke smirked again.
"Come on dobe, we can't. We have a test this period. We can fool around later, okay?"
Naruto pouted, but nodded. He kissed Sasuke lightly once, and then straightened his clothes and hair and walked out, Sasuke right behind him (and totally not looking at his ass the whole goddamn trip to class).
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Shadow: Okay so I lied, more fluff. I can't help it. I like fluff. Anyways, I realize this chapter was virtually uneventful, but I figured it'd be easier to put a filler chapter in rather than put bits of it in other chapters.
Naruto: You know, girls are lucky. They can sleep any way. But guys have to be careful. We'll squish our balls if we lie in an odd position.
Shadow: -awkwatrd silence- ….Kay. And I need to know this why?
Naruto: Cause I lied funny last night. And I sqiushed my balls. And it hurt.
Shadow: -blink- Okay…….I believe the random meter just exploded……..