Disclaimer: Naruto is drawn and written by a fantastically splendid, wonderfully cute, and very talented manga artist: the Masashi Kishimoto. (And Kishimoto-san, if you are, by the slimmest chance, reading this and somehow understanding the English, please elope with me; I will bring the bags of onigiri.)
Chapter Rating: NC-17 (for very explicit language, situation, and all out smut, for which I thank some close friends who wished to go unnamed for dictating the scene (more like screaming at me: "You can't do the fade out thing here, are you kidding? Let us do the smut!") because, as some of you know, I don't write smut)
Author's Note: All right, some of you were asking in reviews so I thought I'd give a little Dead Last History 101 (for those who need it). I thought I was pretty lucid, especially in this fic, but I've realized that sometimes I'm so out there I'm like Rock Lee running a marathon of youth into the distance while everyone else is like "WTF is rosesareblue on. Huh?"
Okay, so, Sparknotes version of this story: Sasuke is cross-dressing as a high school girl (if you haven't caught onto this one yet, even Sparknotes won't help you). He is an emo bastard, who has issues with his father Itachi (again, yes, I made Itachi his father in this fic) and wants to be an actor. He is going to prove his stuff by acting as a girl throughout high school (I was told by fans that this plot device was like this manga called W Juliet – I haven't read it yet, but I heard it was really good). Though Sasuke hates girls, he gets chummy with brains (Sakura), beauty (Ino), and billionaire (Hinata) (obviously, the rest isn't like W Juliet at all because BL is good). His new friends take him to a concert where he falls in love-and-sexual-orientation-conversion-at-first-sight with the super popular band Dead Last's vocalist Naruto.
Now, Naruto also has had a lot of shit happen to him: He is an orphan. His adopted family includes one bossy Temari, one playboy Kankuro, and especially one Gaara, who did a lot of touchy-feely things with Naruto and taught him a warped version of brotherly love. And though Naruto's been in love with Temari, especially since his parents' death, Temari is a band whore turned Dead Last's Public Relations manager and guitarist Shikamaru's fiancé. Temari only sees Naruto as a kid brother.
Depressed, Naruto ran away and had a chance meeting with, oh my gosh, emo Sasuke that consequently inspired him to pursue his current career in music (revealed in chapter nine in more detail). Naruto still has a lot of emotional baggage though, and is currently dating Ino, the only one of Sasuke's gang who is a Shikamaru's fan. Sasuke, obviously, is not happy about this and sometimes molests Naruto (go figure) and, more often, has explicit wet dreams about him (go figure that too).
The latest turn in the story is Itachi's being a Dead Last fan too (runs in the family, apparently) and Naruto, thinking thanks to some weird explanation on Sasuke's part that the Uchiha clan is Italian, kissing Itachi on the cheek.
All right, that's the rap. Hope this little summary helps those of you who were confused and happy readings for chapter ten. I love y'all!
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By Rosesareblue
Chapter Ten: Possessive Love
It used to be the case that Uchiha Sasuke had one man he hated enough to seriously consider homicide (and very specifically plot out killing in his diary, which he kept for that very purpose – that and pasting in clippings of Naruto close-ups). Now, he had a list of such people.
Of course, the first and foremost was Uchiha Itachi, who, when Sasuke was feeling unusually kind and generous, he just wanted to torture medieval style. The Uchiha heir owed his father a lifetime of feeling inadequate and hating being alive – now more than ever before, following a certain incident in which Sasuke nearly had to manhandle Naruto back into the taxi, while said blond and said treacherous weasel traded smoky, let's-fuck-with-Sasuke's-mind, mysterious looks.
The raven-haired boy was positive that the great Uchiha clan was cursed with its own illustrious blood. Sasuke had sworn he would be the end of a long line of motherfuckers who married their cousins to continue that suffocating lineage by simply being celibate for the rest of his life – and, what with the limited female choices out there, that wouldn't be too difficult. After all, the Uchiha heir had experienced the horrors of the prolonged agony firsthand. Itachi had married a woman he hadn't ever cared for to have a son he would never ever love.
Number two on the list was Temari. The PR manager's role as first love and current emotional baggage in a certain dobe's life was unacceptable. Period. And Sasuke didn't want his idol to be burdened, as he himself was, by something as trivial and meaningless as family – family that really wasn't. Besides, obviously, Temari's crowd had been the source of some fucked up sexual indoctrinations for said dobe… which the Uchiha heir had taken upon himself to undo because he was just so nice like that. Nice, got that?
And the third target was, of course, girlfriend figure Yamanaka Ino.
As it turned out, Ino turned out to be the best thing that happened to one Uzumaki Naruto's school life. Though not as academically successful as Sasuke or Sakura nor as diligent as Hinata, Ino wasn't too shabby herself as far as grades went – always ranking in the top twenty-five percent of their grade. Take charge by nature, the blond girl had sworn to unearth her new boyfriend's grades from the underworld. And despite the fact that Sakura and Hinata were still not on speaking terms with Ino, it didn't deter the two from (very willingly) butting in on the couple's study sessions and delighting in their idol's chuckled thanks for their tutoring. So, with the help of Ino's bossy lecturing, Sakura's perfect notes, and Hinata's patient explanations, Naruto managed to avoid any red letter grades during his midterm exams.
Not only that, Ino was the best hormonal-teenage-girl protection that Naruto could have asked for (aside from, of course, wtf-estrogen-get-away Sasuke himself). The blond girl had no qualms punching noses and kicking shins to work through the female throng to her boyfriend. Once, the blond girl had actually whipped out a can of bug repellant and sprayed it in the eyes of a clinging crowd of girls to elbow past them. And though the vocalist was still horribly unpopular with his male classmates, the Uchiha heir sometimes spotted the blond joking with a group of boys and laughing away their questions about Ino's three sizes.
All in all, dating Yamanaka Ino actually seemed to be a smart, strategic choice for the usuratonkachi, which was what one Uchiha Sasuke had come to believe and, maybe, just maybe, forgive – since his own school life was growing more and more bearable each day: waking up with his idol drooling on his chest, protecting his breakfast from a hungry blond, trading off his mentaiko (which he had for this very purpose) for a heated "brotherly" kiss, finishing off the dobe's homework in five minutes while Naruto perched his head on Sasuke's lap and watched morning tv, walking to school side by side to a point where it wasn't suspicious they were living together, coming close to enjoying the talks with Sakura and Hinata during breaks about the newest Dead Last song, going to his job at the music store, enjoying an Itachi-less house to himself till his uke came home, and, most of all, getting more than a healthy dose of "brotherly" exercise all night (Sasuke was bent on coaxing Naruto to the dark side – even if it meant coaxing Naruto's body first and soul sometime later).
Yes, Yamanaka Ino was just the convenient excuse for the public eye – or so Sasuke had thought till one evening, which started off harmlessly enough. The Uchiha had gotten off from work a little late and had stopped off at a convini for band-aids with little shurikens all over them. (Sasuke didn't think he'd bitten that hard last night in the bath, but Naruto was upset so… what are you going to do?) The raven-haired boy had cracked a smile at the vocalist's scrawled note on the door of his room ("Oi, don't eat dinner. I'm gonna take you out. Miss you. 'Ruto."), changed out of his hideous female getup into an old pair of shorts, stalked into the kitchen to get a snack of tomatoes to tide himself over…
…and found himself meeting the startled eyes of Ino, wearing Naruto's orange bathrobe and eating a bowl of Sasuke's Cinnamon Toast Crunch. In the next second, the Uchiha heir was covered with a spray of milk and half-chewed cereal flakes as Ino spit out her food in shock.
"Oh my god, oh my god. I'm so sorry." The blond girl gasped in embarrassment as Sasuke scowled, reaching for paper towels and simultaneously smoothing his bangs down to obscure his face.
Struggling against natural instinct to ogle as the steaming hot stranger in front of her wipe at his perfectly toned, naked chest, Ino peered instead at her bowl as if it were a crystal ball and wondered out loud, "Is my boyfriend incapable of having non-gorgeous friends or something? Are you a supermodel too? Or the next big actor?"
"Hnnn," was the only reply Ino got. Unable to resist, she darted her head up to see Mr. Sex God pull on a discarded shirt hanging off the back of a chair and blushed accordingly. How did he manage to pull off beautiful and elegant in a ramen stained shirt, anyway?
"What are you doing here?" the raven-haired boy demanded, his oynx eyes darting from the girl's wet hair to his goddamn Cinnamon Toast Crunch soaking in milk.
"Oh, uh…" Ino's blush darkened. "Naruto had to run off to some urgent meeting so he left me here by myself and – "
"That doesn't answer my question, does it?" The handsome boy sneered and something in his voice struck a familiar chord in the blond girl.
She found herself blurting, "Do you know Uchiha Sasuke by any chance? You kind of look like her. She's this really pretty classmate of mine at Konoha Academy…"
Ino trailed off when the boy's glare intensified.
"We might be related," he hissed. "It doesn't matter. Stop avoiding my question: What. The. Fuck. Are you doing in my apartment?"
The blond girl dared turn the color of his favorite food, which, at that exact moment, pissed Sasuke off to no end. "Well, um, that. Fucking. Duh."
"Fucking Naruto?" Sasuke asked.
"Who else…?" Ino attempted to cover her flaming cheeks with her palms and responded to the sheer surprise in the boy's voice with a shy laugh. "Yeah, well, I was surprised too. I thought I'd have to use figurines or something to explain what sex was to Uzumaki Too Naïve To Live Naruto, but – seriously, there was, like, no need. I think that boy invented sex. I mean, I am dating Konoha's most wanted guy so I guess the great ass part was to be expected but – hey, are you all right?"
Sasuke had sat down, hard, in the seat across from Ino. There was a long uncomfortable silence as the blonde girl stirred her soggy cereal around and the raven-haired boy massaged his temples as his world cracked again into little, little pieces before his very eyes (not uncommon when one shared a life with the number one surprising dobe, but really…). Finally, Konoha's Madonna couldn't hold it in any longer and spat out what she'd figured out in that chilling twenty seconds – what her boyfriend couldn't despite months of all that kissing and dry humping.
"Look, does Naruto know he's rooming with a gay guy?"
When the raven-haired boy didn't respond except with an Uchiha Glare™, Ino grimaced.
"It certainly sounds like something Naruto would overlook," the blonde girl mused, before going on to say carefully, "Ne, Related-to-Sasuke-san? It might not be my place to say but… I understand what you are going through."
More angry silence.
"No, I really do!" Ino insisted. "Don't throw stones at me but… I used to be a Shikamaru fan. Or, still am. And, like, I found out rather abruptly that Shikamaru was engaged and kind of lost my mind over it. Then I realized that I might not be true to him after all if I let some of my preconceived notions of him get in the way of my liking him. So, I still like Shikamaru a lot and am glad I do, even after knowing him as a person with a life off stage – a life that I totally don't know about but still… Well, because he's my idol and I can't help but think he's perfect still, despite anything. Don't get me wrong, though, I am not going to cheat on Naruto or anything like that – "
"Shut up," Sasuke snapped quietly, getting up from his seat and heading for the refrigerator in search of tomatoes. "You are noisy."
"Oh… oh, sorry." The blond girl bit her lip and, sneaking a look at her dark companion, cracked a hesitant grin. "But you feel better?"
Though he scoffed at her question, Ino didn't hear a no. Pleased that she could be of very minimal assistance to Sasuke's relative (since Sasuke was the only girl in school who still talked to her anymore), she braved another question, "Hey, should I kinda hint to Naruto that you are, like, really gay? Since, y'know, that only seems fair."
Sasuke actually replied to that one: "Gay? You'll definitely have to use figurines to explain that one to Naruto."
By the time Naruto came home, Sasuke had finished off an entire gallon of ice cream topped off with marshmallows, chocolate covered strawberries, and nachos. Ino, before she'd left, had advised ingesting as many calories as possible – supposedly, this was some female folk wisdom for curing heartaches. Because life in which Naruto wasn't a virgin (check: Naruto wasn't a virgin and still wasn't letting the Uchiha in his pants) didn't really seem worth living, the raven-haired boy had decided to give the voodoo remedy a try, even though he detested sweets.
To his surprised, it actually worked. Two hours later, one and a half of which he'd spent throwing up with his head deep in the toilet bowl, Sasuke felt too sick to contemplate suicide.
That's why when Naruto came home to give Sasuke a friendly slug in the shoulder and ask where he wanted to eat out, the raven-haired boy slurred, so grouchily that the blond eeped out loud, that he never wanted to eat again in this lifetime.
"But I wanted to celebrate!" Naruto pouted, settling down besides Sasuke on the leather couch. "Did you notice our new song topped Oricon charts this week?"
The Uchiha just glared in reply, wondering how Naruto managed to look sexy even while cackling goofily like that. Simply wearing a casual pair of gray jeans and a white t-shirt and leafing his hand through his golden locks, the dobe appeared more fuckable that moment than any porn star before a camera.
No wonder he was such a little slut… and a naïve slut too. Did it really get any more frustrating than this?!
"Oi, usuratonkachi." Sasuke coughed out, "How many girlfriends have you had?"
Naruto's eyebrows shut up on his forehead. After a pause, the blond shrugged. "Well, that's a random question. Uuuuh, twenty something? I dunno, it never lasted long since I realized pretty quick that whoever she was wouldn't help me get over Temari. Ino's my first girlfriend since I joined the band, though. I knew a certain someone would have a cow if I got one, treating me like a baby and all."
Cutting off the blonde's heated muttering, Sasuke demanded, "How many girls have you laid, dobe?"
Naruto shrugged. "Twice that number? C'mon, why are you asking?" The vocalist suddenly sat up, his electric blue eyes twinkling. "Ne, ne… could it be 'cause… you are a virgin? With that face?"
"What about my face?" the Uchiha growled.
"You are pretty damn sexy. Duh." Naruto rolled his eyes. "If you were really a girl, I'd be all over you."
It was the wrong thing to say at the wrong time. In one fluid pull, Sasuke had yanked Naruto on top of him and found the dobe's soft pink lips with his own. The Uchiha darted out a tongue, massaging the fat lower lip for any foreign taste – but all he could feel was the wetness of Naruto's saliva and the heat of his breaths.
"Sem… pai…?"
Instead of replying, Sasuke continued to push his lips against Naruto's in an almost urgent desperation. But these lips were his. They were his. Again and again, the Uchiha claimed his dobe's mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue wrapping, sticking, gliding against the slickness of Naruto's own.
The magic happened when the vocalist, for once, kissed back. Naruto's tongue was pressing, wanting, searching; his arms encircled the Uchiha's neck; his moan burst inside the raven-haired boy's mouth so that it seemed to seep through him in an erotic electric current. Sasuke flipped their bodies around so that Naruto was under him, forcing his hand beneath the dobe's shirt to massage hardening nipples, the rising and falling chest, the slickness of toned muscle…
"Sasu-Sasuke, what's… wrong?" Naruto murmured, cupping the bigger boy's face in his warm hands and meeting dark eyes with his light ones.
"I…"
I feel so lonely.
The Uchiha didn't mean to say it out loud – but he must have, because in the next second a frantic look overcame the dobe's sensual features and it was Naruto who was kissing urgently, desperately, now. The tanned fingers ghosted against Sasuke's skin, pulling at the shirt and pressing against the white, white flesh. And Naruto's lips were like heaven, full and supple beneath his own. Sasuke knew, theoretically, that Naruto was such a good kisser because he was, let's face it, overly experienced, but at the moment he couldn't give a damn.
At the moment, one Uzumaki Naruto was the one kissing Uchiha Sasuke and it wasn't a dream.
Soon, the shirts had come off and the two boys were lying, skin against warm skin. Sasuke felt the hardness of Naruto's nipples with his own, liked the way the blond was crushed beneath his bigger frame, and loved that the dobe was licking the sweat from his neck.
"Still…? Are you still lonely?" Naruto wanted to know, running his hand along the muscles of Sasuke's back.
"Yeah," the Uchiha whispered, burying his face into his idol's neck and wrapping his arms around the slender body – holding fast.
"Why?" Naruto's erotic voice asked worriedly.
"Because I should hate you," Sasuke spoke softly, painfully, into Naruto's skin. "You only do things that piss me off: You are hung up over some bitch manager who doesn't deserve you, you get instantly close with the man I hate most in this world, and you betray me by dating the wrong person, but…"
"Sasuke sempai?"
"I should hate you. And maybe I do… but so much it's messed up my heart into thinking that it…"
In an instant, Naruto was tearing himself away and stumbling off his seat. The wide-eyed dobe trained his electric blue eyes on the dark, dark ones of the pale boy sitting hunched in the folds of the leather couch. Gaping, the vocalist demanded, "Wh-what did you say?"
"My heart thinks that it loves you. And maybe it does – I do," Sasuke answered without a flinch. "I love you, Naruto."
Silence.
Then the blond was babbling now, doubtfully, fearfully, "You can't be serious! We are both guys datteba! The kissing must be confusing you – look, I was only trying to cheer you up since you looked so down, sempai…"
"I'm not your brother. I'm not even really your fan at all, Naruto," the Uchiha said calmly, as if announcing the weather, though the flickering red eyes gave too much away. "I don't want your music or your body even. I just want you. All of you. To keep for me."
"…get out…"
"Dobe…"
"GET OUT GET OUT!" Naruto screamed, hurling everything within his reach at Sasuke. "THAT'S NOT WHAT I… I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN, YOU FUCKING TRAITOR! I TRUSTED YOU AND YOU ARE JUST LIKE ALL THE OTHER STUPID GIRLS WHO ONLY – "
"Who only what, usuratonkachi? Let you pretend that you aren't alone? Let you pretend that there isn't that greedy demon living just beneath your skin because you want them to? Well, I'm done pretending!" the Uchiha interrupted the other's yelling. "I want you because you are the only thing I've ever wanted in my life."
In the next heartbeat, Naruto was slugging him full in the face. Choking up blood, Sasuke lifted a hand to block and had it jerked away by the blond who – kissed him roughly against the torn lip. The vocalist's nails were digging into his back and probably drawing blood, but the Uchiha was more aware of their violent kiss – tinged with the metallic taste of his own blood. One hand fisting Naruto's soft hair and the other holding the small of his back in place, the raven-haired boy sought revenge for the punch by biting down on the other boy's lips without restraint.
Between groans and gasps, kissing and biting, hugging and scratching, the two struggled out of the rest of their clothing. Sasuke forced his fingers into Naruto's mouth and the vocalist sucked them on impulse. Dragging out a trail of saliva, the Uchiha heir shoved them between the cheeks of the blond's buttocks.
"Hey wait! Why am I the uke when you go to school every day in a skirt and a br– "
Sasuke effectively cut off Naruto's protests by rubbing his naked penis against the other boy's. The sensation was painful, hot, sexy, glorious – especially when Naruto cried out in his luscious voice. A groan full and heady. In seconds, Sasuke had lathered his palm with spit and was rubbing it up and down the shaft of his own dick.
"Brace yourself," the raven-haired boy whispered thickly.
Naruto didn't get a chance to respond to the curt warning as Sasuke pinned his leg up and rammed himself inside. Screaming in pain, the blond scrambled to pull the cheeks of his buttocks apart for better access – but the next thrust still wrenched another scream of pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain, pain…
Soon, the saliva lubricant wasn't enough. The Uchiha fumbled for one of the many hidden bottles of lotion the boys kept underneath the sofa and had applied a thick coat in a matter of seconds that weren't fast enough. Because Sasuke couldn't think about anything apart from feeling more of the tight hotness that swallowed at his cock and Naruto thrust even harder against Sasuke because Naruto couldn't think about anything but that Sasuke had said he wanted him and only him and that loneliness felt the same as pain which felt the same as pleasure and lust and Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke…
They came together, Sasuke deep inside Naruto and Naruto staining his leather couch for good.
Naruto begged Sasuke to keep what happened a secret from Ino and the Uchiha generously agreed – in exchange for regular sex. The blond was a little upset with the terms (i.e. sent a spiraling kick to the raven-haired boy's balls, which the heir to the dojo luckily blocked – else he might have been infertile for the rest of his life) and disagreed a little at first (i.e. screamed NOFUCKINGWAY four hundred and twelve times while threatening to report sexual harassment to the police/his lawyer/sober Kakashi), but saw reason when Sasuke eloquently convinced him (i.e. flicked open his cell phone, dialed Ino's number, and actually got to the third ring before Naruto burst into tears and caved).
Since that night, Sasuke and Naruto had sex pretty regularly on that couch. After each time, Naruto would get really embarrassed and insist they sleep in different rooms – though, after three or four hours, the blond would crawl under Sasuke's cover and be screwed thoroughly again before going to sleep. The raven-haired boy was willing to put up with Naruto's in-the-closet issues – as long as said raven-haired boy was in the same closet.
Ino, however, was freaking out. At first, the blond Madonna had been relieved since Naruto's insatiable stamina had been unduly wearing her out. But after three weeks of just two attempts at intercourse – one of which Naruto, that Uzumaki Naruto who had been not only able but wanting to do it multiple times in a row before, failed to maintain an erection – Ino realized that maybe, just maybe, she shouldn't have been so understanding towards her boyfriend's gay roommate after all…
And these were the suspicions she relayed to Hinata (who Ino'd bribed into talking to her with snapshots of a sleeping Naruto) in an empty classroom… too bad that this was the same classroom that one horny Uchiha Sasuke, knowing he wouldn't last through the day, had dragged one squirming Uzumaki Naruto to, well, to obviously do ecchi things to. The two naked boys were literally hiding inside a broom closet while the two girls discussed the new turn of events.
Hinata blinked her large pearly eyes at a glum Ino, "You're saying… that Naruto-sama is actually… gay?"
There was an enormous clatter in the background and both girls jumped. However, when it was followed by a long silence, they resumed whispering.
"Who says Naruto is gay?!" Ino hissed. "I'm telling you I'm worried that he's being seduced by a really hot gay guy that lives in his house like a total stalker and I'm freaked out that it might be working even when he's not really gay because he said he likes me!"
Hinata remained quiet for a few thoughtful moments, finally asking carefully with her usual princess-like delicacy, "How… hot is really hot?"
"Smoking. On fire!" Ino smacked her own forehead repeatedly. "Like, try to imagine if Sasuke-chan were a guy. He said they were distantly related or something."
Another clatter, but this time the girls just ignored it. They were doing a deep analysis here and couldn't be bothered. Girls know how to do hard business. Duh.
"A guy version… of Sasuke-san?" Hinata bit her lip before bursting into helpless giggles. "But that's too weird!"
"Well, it's a hot weird, okay?" Ino snapped. "Ne, Hinata, what do I doooo?"
To that, the other girl spread her hands. "Feel fortunate… that you were blessed with… Naruto-sama's love… for even a short while?"
"No way! That's for Yamato Nadeshiko types like you, all right? This means TOTAL war! My hotness against Mr. Gay Guy's." Ino balled up her fists. "Naruto may be an obnoxious man, but he's MY obnoxious man and I'm not going to give him up to some rooster head who wears too much mascara without a fight!"
A muffled snicker was followed by the muted sound of foot meeting shin.
"Speaking of… too much mascara…" Hinata piped in quietly. "Ino-chan, I don't… I don't know if attractiveness is… the issue at hand. I have…"
With that mumbled statement, the black-haired girl withdrew a glitzy magazine from her Gucci backpack.
"What is it?" Ino flipped open the first few glossy pages and her mouth dropped open in shock. "Ooh la la! Whoooo in the wooooorld is this divine creature?"
"Kiba-san told me… this is… Sabaku no Gaara…" Hinata blushed. "He is… very handsome… isn't he? He models… mostly in Europe… He is… Naruto-sama's adopted brother…"
"Why wasn't I born an European chick so I can buy more of his merchandise?!" Ino wailed, bringing the magazine close to her face and perusing it intently. "Stupid parents who won't immigrate!"
"Is he… more handsome than… Naruto's roommate?" Hinata wondered aloud.
"Hands down, six thousand times more handsome." The blonde girl, ignoring another protesting clatter in the background, nodded fervently. "You are right, Hinata. If this is the kind of face Naruto is used to, hotness is probably not the way to Naruto's heart. Else, Naruto would probably just choose gooorgeous Sabaku no Gaara-san over gay roommate or me."
"They are… adopted brothers… though," Hinata said, over the hysteric storm of even more protesting clattering going on in the background.
Ino snorted. "As if that's ever stopped yaoi goodness before. But, hey, did you say Kiba told you all that?" The blonde's eyes glinted mischievously. "He's really into you, then? Letting you in on this insider stuff. Do ya like him?"
At that, the Hyuuga heir blushed dark red. "No… I… I am Naruto-sama's fan… a-a loyal fan… unlike some…"
Ino cringed. "I'm sorry, all right? Would you let it go already?!"
"And…" Hinata looked down at her feet. "My family wouldn't let me… date… anyway…"
"Oh." The blonde girl frowned in remembrance. "Oh that's right. You have that super strict cousin who won't let you breathe on your own."
"Neji onii-sama… is just worried about me… that's all," Hinata whispered back.
"Just worried? He's like a combination of Asian parent and international spy! I had to sneak you out for your first Dead Last concert – past the hounds!" Ino scowled. "And he won't even let you have any of Dead Last merchandise in your room!"
"Onii-sama… is just worried," Hinata repeated again, more firmly.
"Yeah, well, I'm worried too. Hinata-chaaaaan, what should I do about Naruto?"
There was long pause, before the white-eyed girl said softly, "Sakura-chan told me… not to tell you… this… this important thing we found… so we could… get praised by Naruto-sama ourselves… but…"
"She what?" The blonde girl flared up. "Darn that big forehead girl, she's so – !"
"But…" Hinata interrupted. "I think Sakura-chan… mentioned it when she found out… that I was going to talk to you… because she was worried about you… being so sad lately…"
Konoha's Madonna blinked, caught off guard by that. Finally, she said, "…you think so?"
"Yes… of course. Sakura-san… she researched it for days and days… and finally found an obscure… distributor and… I told… Neji onii-sama that… I wanted a small island off Fukuoka… so he gave me some spending money and… we bought this."
Hinata took out a very pretty box wrapped in slick black and tied up with a big orange silk bow.
"Kiba-san… told me that… even Naruto-sama has yet to hear it… since it was… from so long ago." The black haired girl placed the box in her friend's hand. "Ino-chan… this is… a CD that Naruto-sama's… parents recorded in high school… I think… you can make him… very happy and… maybe be able to tell him… when you give this CD to him… how much you really do care about… him and his music… ne?"
"HINATA-CHAAAAAAN!" Ino blubbered up, before falling into the other girl's arms and bursting into tears. "I love you! I love you!"
Hyuuga Hinata patted the bigger girl tenderly on the back. "Please make… Naruto-sama happy."
Of course the two girls, busy hugging and giggling, couldn't see the stark change of said idol's expression at that moment. Until Hinata had pulled out the box, a half-clothed Naruto had been snickering and poking jokingly as much as a half-clothed Sasuke. Now, the strange, guilty look that fleeted across the tan face made the Uchiha's heart skip a beat…
A/N: Please hang around for another big revelation in chapter eleven. Also, from the next chapter on, we are going to take it more from Naruto's side of things – so get excited.
Also, please, please leave a comment of your thoughts on what happened so far and/or what will happen in the future. I don't write fanfic much anymore and, if I didn't get the support I did from some of my reviewers, I'd probably have already stopped posting on fanfiction. I'm going to run another Rosesareblue's Review and Replied Corner, so I'll hopefully see you there too. SasuNaru Hearts!
Welcome back to Rosesareblue's Review and be Replied Corner. Kukuku. The cast of Dead Last has been tackling the reviews that've come in for chapter ten so far and are excited to reply to some of the questions and concerns. We are going to do more of these, so please post your thoughts!
To Bligy's "I love the fact that Sasuke has spent all this time holding Naruto on this innocent naive little pedestal, and yet Naruto's slept with like... fifty women. THAT made me piss myself laughing":
Kiba: (swarming Bligy with his bandmates) C'moooon, high five, high five!
Chouji: Buhahahaha. Me too, me too!
Shikamaru: (lightly punches Bligy's shoulder) Hey, not bad. Yer all right.
Rosesareblue: (trying to be seen behind the hot musicians and fumbling with her notes) Um, e-excuse me, about your Itachi comment... I wouldn't worry about not seeing him much because in the next chapter I have him in this -
Naruto: (in the background) KEEP YOUR PANTS ON FOR ONCE, SEMPAI! IT'S JUST AN HONEST OPINION!
Sasuke: (struggling) Pissed herself laughing, huh? My prissy little rants? Wants more of Itachi?! LET GO DOBE I'M GOING TO HUNT THIS IDIOT DOWN AND RE-EDUCATE HER WITH THIS! (touts Bligy anti-club pin and pamphlet)
Naruto: You're the idiot, sempai. She's not going to join her own anti-club!
To Jelp's "I wonder - with Naruto so experienced and all, how could he NOT realize what he was getting into with Sasuke?XD He's a dobe, but not that big of a dobe. HE MUST LOVE SASUKE TOO!":
Sasuke: (stalking into Jelp's living room, handing her a clipboard, and plopping down on a nearby couch) My family life is pretty fucked up, I have to say. My mom, who I don't really remember or care to, croaked. My dad is a jackass.
Jelp: (blinking at clipboard) Um, why are you talking to me like I'm your psychiatrist?
Sasuke: (glares) Look, doc. Just prescribe the medication. Oh, and write in some aphrodasiac for the dobe too.
Naruto: (nods sagely in background) That's what you get for being so understanding, Jelp-chan.
To Catastrophic Monsoon's "I was thinking it would be funny if Gaara came back and he competed against Sasuke for Naruto XD":
Sasuke: (to Naruto) Who the fuck is Gaara?
Naruto: My half-brother dattebayo.
Sasuke: (eyes becoming slits) Oh, the one who is described as having a penis that's six thousand times smaller than mine?
Catastrophic Monsoon: (skimming chapter ten) Wait a minute! That's not what it says here!
To Vine Verrine's "It's just a thingy about the mentality of my country and it's culture, but we always say: IF YOU START IT, YOU FINISH IT":
Rosesareblue: Oh, absolutely. In my country, we believe...
Friend: Hey, Rosesareblue, could you do a yaoi fic of Pencil/Eraser?
Rosesareblue: Eh, but I dun ship Pencil/Eraser and I'm supposed to update this other fic.
Friend: A bunch of us are gonna write, like, ten reviews per chapter and also bake you cookies. Plus, I love you.
Rosesareblue: (lopes off screaming) OMG, I TOTALLY DIG PENCIL/ERASER. THEY ARE MY OTP.
Temari: (cringing) She means to say, in her country and its culture, they believe: DO IT IF IT GETS YOU MORE LOVE AND FANGIRL EVERYTHING.
To JOKER-ILF's "But if you ever need help with smut, you could always ask us your lovely reviewers to assist you. We could give you some tips if you ever have ideas. I could pitch some ideas if you would like":
Rosesareblu3: (knocks at JOKER-ILF's door) Hey, I'm this Rosesarewhatevertheheck. (hands over card) I thought I'd take you up since there isn't nearly enough smut in this fic. Get writing, biatch.
JOKER-ILF: (squints at offered card) But this says Uchiha dojo...?
Rosesareblu3: That's just a typo. Now, listen, I like the handcuff thing, so throw some of that in there. Also, have in the middle a part where the dobe screams, "Sasuke, put it in deeper. Way deeper." Are you taking notes or what? I want that part in all-caps, got that?
JOKER-ILF: (squints at Rosesareblu3) You look like Sasuke...?
Rosesareblue3: (glares) Stop thinking about irrelevant details and start thinking about how you are going to put in a rubber tomato and still make it hawt.
To KL Lover's "But now... will Naruto choose to break Sasuke's heart and continue on with Ino or will he break Ino's heart and be with Sasuke? Hm...":
Hosesareblue: (knocks at KL Lover's door and, when it opens, flashes her card) Hello. I am the true fic writer of this story, Rosesaresomethingorother, and I can answer that one. Naruto-chan is obviously going to break Sasuke's heart and continue with Ino because she's such a sweet girl with a perfect body. Duh.
KL Lover: (confused) I could have sworn that card read Yamanaka Flower Shop...
Hosesareblue: (flipping her blonde ponytail over her shoulder) That's probably a trick of this lighting. Look. For some reason, chapter eleven now has some anal sex between Sasuke and Naruto involving handcuffs, a rubber tomato, and a flaming torch thrower. Could you like, write Rosesare- cough, cough, um, I meant write me and suggest that there needs to be a little more Sasuke bashing because he's a homewrecker and also just an insane psychopath that's a threat to all humanity? Please?
KL Lover: (still confused) Rosesareblue looks like Ino...?
Hosesareblue: Ha! She wishes! Oh, um, cough, cough. I mean, don't mind these details and get writing. Chop, chop. You don't want Naruto to end up with that rooster-headed bastard, do you?
KL Lover: Um... (sweatdrops)
And that's another wrap! We are going to reply to more reviews for chapter ten, so please let us know your thoughts on the story if you haven't already or if you want to add something to your comments. Thanks all for your wonderful reviews and support!