Naruto Hime

Disclaimer: Naruto was created by Masashi Kishimoto not me!

Warning: BoYs In LoVe WiTh OtHeR bOys, Foul Language, Out-Of-Character-ness.

Main Pairing(s): Sasuke x Naruto, Ino x Hidan, Itachi x Hinata.


Chapter 10...

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Kisses, Queens, and Everything in Between

Sasuke placed his hands on either side of the Naruto's shoulders in order to steady himself.

Naruto didn't pull away, but he didn't respond either.

It was a five second kiss. Sasuke counted.

Sasuke slowly stepped back.

Naruto had paled considerably.

While outer Sasuke was cool and calm, with an otherwise expressionlessly exterior. Inner Sasuke was running in circles, pulling his hair out and screaming profanities at the top of his lungs. In four languages. And some of them Sasuke hadn't even heard of.

"Say something." Sasuke's voice was barley above a whisper. Naruto gave him an odd look.

"Twice in one day. Why is it that I can't attract girls?" Naruto half muttered to himself while looking somewhere past Sasuke's shoulder.

"That's not what I meant."

Naruto nodded, his eyes meeting Sasuke's.

"What do you want from me Uchiha?" he asked.

What did he want? A relationship? Was that it? Sasuke wasn't sure. Sure he was attracted to Naruto but he couldn't envision himself being his... boyfriend.

"I'm not sure."

"Well, do you like me?" Naruto asked blandly.

"I don't know," Sasuke said lamely.

"Then I'll excuse your little slip-up and we can return to our lives," Naruto said in a business like tone.

Sasuke didn't say anything.


When Naruto and Sasuke emerged from outside and back into the dark hotel lounge, they found everyone gathered around the stage where Deidara stood under the heavy beam of a spotlight, holding two large envelopes in his hands.

Naruto sighed, letting out a low hiss of air from his nose. He chanced a glance at Sasuke but the cool mask was back in place and it was too dark to see the emotion in his eyes.

"Ladies and gentleman, it is now time to announce the King and Queen of tonight's ball," the DJ announced. There where a few excited whispers as girls took each other's hands.

Sasuke stood by the door, not bothering to join the large crowd and Naruto saw no reason to leave his side.

It also had to do with the fact that he was now avoiding a certain red head that had jumped him after the fashion show.

Naruto frowned at the memory and returned his attention back to the stage.

"This year's senior ball queen is…" Deidara said hurriedly opened the envelope. He skimmed over the name, squinted, flipped the envelope over to look at the back then looked behind him.

"Well who is it?" Ino screamed from the audience.

"Hinata?" he murmured into the microphone confusedly.

Naruto suddenly felt pity for the pale eyed girl as almost every set of eyes (that knew her) turned to stare at her. Hinata looked like she'd just been caught stealing a cookie out of the cookie jar. Her eyes were wide and her face resembled a tomato, minus the stem.

"Yeah! Hinata!" Naruto shouted, clapping loudly. Sasuke gave him a strange look but he ignored it. He whistled loudly and continued clapping. He was joined by a few people and then as if someone had turned up the volume to a radio the audience broke out into excited screams and cheers.

"Go on," Sakura encouraged pushing Hinata lightly towards the stage. Still looking like a deer in head lights, Hinata carefully lifted up her gown to climb the steps.

Deidara slipped a white sash over her head followed by a bouquet of red roses, and finally a large diamond tiara was placed delicately on top of her head.

"Congratulations," Naruto shouted excitedly. Hinata nodded dumbly, her face had turned a lighter shade of red and a few people stepped closer just incase she decided to faint.

"Now for the moment you have been waiting for." Deidara cleared his throat and flipping over the second envelope.

"This year's senior ball king is…" He tore the envelope open then paused. "Itachi Uchiha!"

There was a shock wave of cheers and whistles as Itachi made his way up to the stage.

Grinning, Deidara slipped a white sash over Itachi's shoulder then handed him a golden scepter, and finally a large crown was placed delicately on top of his head. Itachi stood next to Hinata while the "paparazzi" took pictures of them.

They both settled into the golden thrones that had been placed on stage just for them. Itachi waved a hand for the DJ to start the music. Some people scattered back to their tables as dance music blasted out of the speakers.


The dance went on with a few contests and more bump n' grind music. At some point Naruto had floated away from Sasuke and over to where Kiba and some of his friends sat.

"Will the King and Queen please start the final dance of the night," the DJ said.

Sasuke, who had migrated to a near by table, looked around.

It was over!

He held back the urge to jump up and dance with joy. Sasuke pulled himself immediately to search for Naruto. He wasn't sure what he wanted to say but all he could think about was how it felt when he had covered Naruto's lips with his own.

He hadn't realized he'd moved until he almost ran into a smirking Itachi who was leading a blushing Hinata by the hand down to the dance floor. Soon after, the DJ played the final slow song of the night.

Watching every motion

In my foolish lover's game

On this endless ocean

Finally lovers know no shame

Sasuke quickly side stepped Ino who looked like she was grinding on Hidan rather then slow dancing.

Turning and returning

To some secret place inside

Watching in slow motion

As you turn around and say…

It was starting to get hard to get around the dance floors with the amount of couples that flooded it. His eyes had darted away from Neji and Ten-ten when he finally saw Naruto.

My love

Naruto had his hands on Sakura's hips and their bodies where a fair amount of space apart. They danced in a semicircle until Naruto was facing Sasuke.

Take my breath away

Their eyes met.

Take my breath away...


Naruto sat at the kitchen table ignoring the quite conversation going on between his father and Kyuubi. Kushina stood by the counter reading a section of the paper while nursing a cup of coffee. Their voices where dull buzzes at the back of his mind since the majority of it was occupied with thoughts of the kiss he had shared with Sasuke.

Kushina and Minato exchanged glances when Naruto sighed deeply for the tenth time that morning. He poked the remainder of his food with his fork. He had managed to wolf down three waffles and one slice of beacon but had lost his apatite soon after his mind started to wander.

"Who are you thinking about?" Kyuubi asked from across the table. The glazed over look disappeared from Naruto's eyes as they snapped to Kyuubi, narrowing dangerously.

"None of your business," Naruto mumbled. He pushed his plate of eggs away, stood up, and walked out of the kitchen. Kyuubi watched him go with a frown on his face. Kushina mistook the frown for a look of disappointment.

"Just give him more time. He'll come arou-"

"Have you told him yet?" Kyuubi interrupted, startling Kushina.

"No," Kushina sighed.


If one where to be walking down the halls of Konoha Art Academy Monday morning one would encounter a frightening sight.

Sasuke Uchiha was in a good mood.

On a Monday.

In the morning.

Sasuke marched with great vigor down the hallways, raising an eyebrow when he saw a teacher give him a wide eyed look before ducking into the nearest classroom.

Over the weekend he'd made up his mind to pursue Naruto. If things didn't go well then he'd know that he wasn't emotionally attracted to the blond. Then, maybe he could finally get a good nights rest.

As usual, everyone was out of their seats socializing and Kakashi had yet to show up.

Sasuke walked right up to Naruto's desk where he was scribbling music notes furiously across music scales.

Sasuke placed his hands on either side of the desk and leaned in closer.

"Naruto."

"Sasuke," Naruto responded blandly.

When Naruto spoke, Sasuke's memory was whipped clean and he forgot everything he'd planned on saying.

He tried to ask his 'inner self ' for help but all he found was a note saying: OUT TO LUNCH.

Sasuke ended up standing in front of Naruto's desk, giving him a frightened look that could have easily been mistaken for one of his death glares.

Sasuke was never good at displaying his emotions very well.

Naruto sighed, and sat back.

"Was there something you needed?" he asked.

"Go to the movies with me tomorrow." It was the first thing he could think of.

"Like on a date?" Naruto said slowly.

"Yes."

Naruto frowned. "Sasuke I don't think-"

Panic set in. He hadn't prepared himself for rejection.

Sasuke's inner self peeked around the corner. 'Convince him Uchiha!' he called.

"I'll pay for everything."

"That's not it, it's just…" Naruto trailed off avoiding Sasuke's eyes.

"Just what?" Sasuke interrupted angrily.

"We barely get along already, I don't think it would be a good idea."

"Then we'll get to know each other," Sasuke said firmly.

Naruto met his eye this time, a wiry smile played across his face.

"Your strangely persistent for an antisocial bastard you know that?"

Sasuke smirked.

Naruto chewed the end of his pencil. "I'll think about it."

Sasuke nodded and left to take his seat.

Naruto turned back to stare back at the music notes that he had scribbled on his paper, trying to make sense of the emotion raging through his chest. He couldn't seem to keep his heart rate down.

He was glad when he saw Kakashi walking casually into the room.

Good, maybe school would take his mind off of a certain dark haired teen. His eyes widened however, when he saw someone else following Kakashi into the room.

"Class we have a new student," Kakashi announced, bringing the volume down to a low murmur and finally to silence.

"It's like looking at a Sasuke version of Naruto," Kiba whispered.

"Go ahead and introduce yourself," Kakashi said cheerfully.

"Nice to meet all of you," the boy said politely. "My name is Kyuubi."

Naruto felt everyone's eyes on his face but he refused to acknowledge their curious glances.

All he could concentrate on where the icy blue eyes that held his in an almost unspoken challenge.