Don't Let It Go To Your Head
Naruto, Romance/Humor
Rated: K+
Chapters: 1
Words: 2,478
Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto, Fefe Dobson, or Kagura...actually I kind of do. Kagura, that is, and the other OCs.
Summary: Some people, like Kagura Fukushima, are pretty stubborn when it comes to accepting their feelings. And some people, like Sasuke Uchiha, find that attractive. Sasuke/OC
Name: Kagura Fukushima
Age: 13
The hot overhead beat down on your and your best friend, Midori Hirano, as the two of you pushed your way through the crowded streets of Konohagakure. You had your arms crossed over your chest and your grey eyes swept the area restlessly. Beside you, Midori blew strands of her long green hair out of her face continually.
Up ahead, you noticed a large crowd of squealing girls. You rolled your eyes, wondering if there was a puppy or some new trinket that held their attention.
"Ne, isn't that the Uchiha kid? Sousuke or something like that?" Midori asked. You turned to see her on her tiptoes, trying to use every inch of her diminutive height to see over the heads of the crowd.
You shrugged and looked at the group as you drew even with them. Your eyes picked out a shock of black hair, sticking up at the back of someone's head. The next moment black eyes caught yours, stopping you in your tracks. Midori ran into you with an exaggerated "oof!" At this range, you could clearly hear the squeals.
"Sasuke-kun!"
"Look over here!"
"C'mon, Sasuke-kun, I'm better than them!"
You rolled your eyes at that, breaking free of the onyx gaze.
"Gura-chan?" asked Midori's curious voice from beside you.
You looked down at her. She was looking up you, her grey eyes lit with curiosity and occasionally flicking over to give the Uchiha a pointed glance.
You turned on your heel, fighting down a blush. "What?" you snapped, relieved that your voice didn't shake, "C'mon, Tomoi-sensei doesn't have all day."
Dragging a giggling Midori, you continued on your way to meet your lazy but impatient sensei and male teammate.
Even before reaching the third training ground, you could see a man with shaggy black hair leaning against a tree, grumbling up at the clouds as he chewed harshly on a grass stem. Beside him, laying in the grass, was a boy your age with long, light brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. His navy blue eyes were closed; he looked content.
"Finally!" Tomoi-sensei snapped as you and Midori stepped through the trees. You noticed that he didn't bother to straighten up.
Eiji opened his eyes and sat up. He spotted you and Midori and flashed on of his open, friendly smiles. You made a face, wondering-not for the first time-how such a laid-back and easygoing person could become a ninja.
"Alright, get started," Tomoi-sensei snapped, his mood soured by having to wait, "Today I want you to practice focusing your Chakra into your limbs to strengthen attacks. Don't make than face, Eiji!"
Sighing, you followed Midori as she skipped over to the targets. She always got more cheerful when Tomoi-sensei was pissed off; you weren't sure whether it was because she enjoyed irritating him or because she trying to make up for his bad mood.
The three of you trained for hours. About halfway through, Tomoi-sensei wandered off, muttering something about consulting Kakashi-sensei. An hour later, Midori and Eiji left together, joking around and drooling over dreams of ramen.
When your body finally gave out, you flopped back on the hard ground. For a while, the only sound was your ragged breathing. Then the soft rustle of footsteps moving through the grass reached your ears.
You quickly reigned in your breathing and rolled into a crouch, watching the lengthening shadows between the trees. Suddenly, a figure appeared in the opening. Your eyes widened-it was Sasuke Uchiha.
You recovered quickly. Standing, you twisted your features into an expression of mild amusement.
"Uchiha? What do you want?" you asked casually.
He rolled his eyes. "It's Sasuke, not 'Uchiha'," he corrected. To your surprise, he looked slightly uncomfortable behind his usual mask.
"Whatever," you retorted without malice.
"You're Kagura Fukushima, aren't you?" he asked.
Your eyes widened again. He knew you? "Eh-yeah," you answered wi forced confidence.
He smirked. "People know you," he said, as if reading your mind, "You're Midori Hirano's best friend."
You made a face. Of course, everyone remembered ace students like Sasuke and Midori. "Unless you have a good reason for me to stick around, I'm leaving."
Sasuke looked surprised, but didn't say anything. You squished down your disappointment and stalked past him, resisting the urge to slow down next to him.
Your thoughts were occupied as you rushed through town, heading back to the apartment you shared with Midori. You barely noticed her calling out to you from Ichiraku, with Eiji and Naruto seated on either side of her. Instead, your thoughts were full of Naruto's teammate. You hated to admit it, but you could see why such a large percentage of Konoha's young, female population was enamored with the kid.
The next day you were walking to the school with Midori when your plans were disrupted. You and Midori had promised Iruka-sensei that you would help him with his new class. Instead, you now found yourself facing Sasuke Uchiha as he stood in the middle of the street, his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face.
"What do you want?" you asked gruffly.
Midori looked back and forth between the two of you. Before you could stop her, she skipped away, grinning.
"Midori!" you yelled after her, feeling your face contort with rage.
Sasuke chuckled, drawing your attention to him. He was still smirking, his eyes lit with amusement. You glared at him, hoping to mask your nervousness. Rather than wait to see what he wanted, you decided to just keep walking.
"Going somewhere?" Sasuke asked as you attempted to pass him. His arm lashed out and he caught your wrist. He glanced to the side at you, still smirking.
You scowled and looked away, but some part of you resisted the instinct to pull your arm away. "What do you want?" you asked again.
His smirk softened into a small frown. Instead of answering, he let go. Feigning disgust to cover your disappointment, you hurried after Midori.
"So?" she asked with a mischievous smile as you caught up to her, "What did the Dark Avenger want?"
You just stared at her for a moment, surprised. "Dark Avenger?" you question.
She shrugged. "Why not? I mean, everyone knows he's got this vendetta thing against Itachi-kun."
As exasperated sigh escaped your lips. "You've still got a crush on him, huh?"
She shrugged again. "I wouldn't say that. But I do prefer him to his stuck-up little brother."
You made a face she couldn't see. "Why are we talking about the Uchiha jerks anyway? Come on, Iruka-sensei's waiting."
"Someone's always waiting," Midori muttered sarcastically. You ignored her.
Inside the classroom, Iruka-sensei was waiting with his class. To you surprise, Sasuke was there too, his smirk back in place.
"What the hell?" Midori asked, her voice betraying less shock than you felt.
"Oh, Midori-chan, Kagura-chan. There you are." Iruka-sensei smiled, noticing the two of you. Sasuke's smirk widened.
"Sasuke-kun came by and offered to give us a little more help," Iruka-sensei explained, gesturing to the boy. He looked right at you; his expression didn't change.
"So what are we helping with?" Midori asked, trying to disguise her smirk as a smile. You scowled. Manufactured sweetness was practically oozing out of that demon's pores.
"I need you three to help these guys aim. Unfortunately, I can't help everyone at once, and none of you have any missions." After giving instructions, Iruka-sensei turned and led the way to the training field outside. Midori skipped along behind him, and you tried to keep close to her. Sasuke trailed the class, and you could feel his eyes practically boring holes into your back.
The kids dispersed as you reached the training field, leaving you standing with only Midori and Iruka-sensei to protect you from Sasuke. You gulped audibly, causing Midori to snicker.
"I'm gonna go help those guys," she announced, pointing to a group standing by the targets.
Iruka-sensei nodded his approval and left to help another group. Midori skipped away to her chosen victims, grinning. You were left alone.
The soft crunch of gravel alerted you to Sasuke's presence. Controlling your panic, you turned to him. As usual, the smirk was in place.
"What. Do. You. Want?" you asked slowly and firmly. You were sick of his stubborn refusal to answer.
He seemed to understand your frustration. This time, his gaze was steady and serious as he met your eyes. "You," he replied.
With that, he walked off to join students who were craning their necks to see what Iruka-sensei was showing his group. You gaped after him, too surprised to even react when Midori burst out laughing at your expression.
Every day for the next few months, Sasuke would join you when you ran your errands. At the very least, he would walk with you on your way to a place. Every time he would show up, Midori would disappear, smirking. You soon grew to accept his presence and even managed to enjoy it. His interest in you only increased as you relaxed, though you still tried to deliver scathing comments on a regular basis.
You weren't surprised that Sasuke's group of fangirls were furious with you. You couldn't even walk down the street without receiving a minimum of seven glares-Midori counted for you, of course. You rolled your eyes at each of your best friend's reports, but the other girls' envy secretly pleased you.
"Hey, Fukushima!" a voice yelled at you one day. It was August, and the heat had put you in one of your infamous bad moods. As you and Midori turned to see Sakura Haruno and Ino Yamanaka, you let out a groan of frustration and exasperation.
The two kunoichi were glaring at you. It was obvious that they had shown up to confront you about Sqsuke-why else would the rivals team up? You glared at them, hoping it would warn them away. They hesitated, but they weren't deterred.
"Well, have fun," Midori chirped. She shrugged and skipped off to the side of the road, where she stopped to watch the showdown. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Eiji appear from one of the shops nearby and join her.
"I want you to stay away from Sasuke!" Ino announced as she stomped up to you.
"No, I want her to stay away! Don't try to act like he's yours, Ino-pig," Sakura interjected, turning on her companion.
You sweat dropped. They weren't united after all.
"I'm not acting, Billboard Brow!" Ino argued back, "Don't even pretend you could catch him; you couldn't catch the eye of a blind man if you tried!"
You eyebrows raised. That wasn't a bad insult, coming from Ino. You shifted to your other foot, settling in to watch the show.
"How boring. They always do this." The breeze carried Midori's monotone voice to you. You turned to look at your teammate. Midori looked bored, an expression that always preceded her walking away from something.
True to form, she straightened up. Eiji followed suit, and you suddenly found yourself watching their retreating backs.
"Hey, you guys!" you shouted after them, startling Ino and Sakura out of their argument, "Get back here! You can't leave me!"
Midori turned to wave, but then they were gone. Unfortunately, Sasuke's fangirls were still there, and you had just drawn their attention back to you.
Before they could speak, a familiar voice interrupted the hostility.
"Yo," Sasuke called as he approached from behind your self-proclaimed adversaries.
Both kunoichi froze, then spun around to face their idol. Sasuke ignored their adoring cries, his dark eyes fixed on yours.
"Go away," he told them. He was still looking at you, but it was obvious that he meant his worshippers.
You couldn't help but feel somewhat offended as they slunk away. Did he think you couldn't take care of yourself? Was he actually under the impression that he had to protect you from his pathetic teammate and her weak rival?
Angered by your thoughts, you turned on your heel and stalked away. You could hear him hurrying after you, confusion in his voice as he called your name. You ignored him as your feet carried you to the third training ground.
"Kagura, wait!" Sasuke snapped, finally catching your arm.
You pulled it away, your lips drawing back into a snarl. He was in front of you now, confusion, hurt, and irritation battling for dominance in his eyes. "Go away, Uchiha," you grumbled, averting your eyes.
"It's Sasuke," he corrected you, as he had months ago. You felt tears prick your eyes and bit your lip to stop them.
He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around you. You stiffened. Your body refused to let you pull away, but you managed to hiss at him. He drew back, surprised.
"What's wrong?" he asked, hurt coloring his voice.
"You don't have to protect me from anybody, much less weaklings like Sakura and Ino," you snapped, forcing yourself to glare into his eyes.
His expressioned softened; he actually smiled. "I wasn't trying to protect you," he explained, drawing you close again, "They just annoy me."
You let yourself relax this time. A grin stole across your features-you probably should have known that was the case, but the August heat made it hard to think sometimes. As Sasuke stroked your hair, you rested your head on his shoulder.
The two of you remained silent as the light bled out of the sky. The first stars were twinkling in the darkness above before Sasuke spoke again.
"Kagura..." he said slowly, his fingers coming to rest within your thick silver-blue hair, "I...I like you."
Your eyes widened even as a grin stole across your features. You couldn't respond for a moment, and your silence clearly agitated Sasuke.
"Kagura?" he asked worriedly, "Do you...like me?"
You smiled up into his anxious expression. "Don't let it go to your head," you told him. As his face relaxed into a relaxed into a relieved smile, you leaned in and kissed him.
"Ne, Gura-chan!" Midori called as she ran up behind you the next day, "Did yesterday ever get better?"
You just smiled to yourself and kept walking, a now-bewildered Midori trailed in your wake.
"Kagura? Hey, Kagura! Answer me!"
