Love Bus

By: Creepy-kreme

A/N: It's been 8 years since the last time I opened this account and tried writing. Although looking back at my old work makes me cringe at how bad my grammar was when I started, it brings me back great memories. Through reading and writing here, I met great people, made friends, and learned how to love myself.

I started this years back but never really had the time (and maybe courage) to post it. This chapter is 60% of what it used to. I just fixed the flow and my writing style have changed over the years. I still love this story and I hope to finish it one day. Not sure if I'll be back for real but I just had a sudden itch to write again and share this chapter of Love Bus with you. To everyone who supported me through the years, I hope you enjoy this next bit. This is for you.

SASUKE

When you see me- one thing will pop up first in your mind.

Fear.

Not that I look appalling or donning a full-sleeve of tattoos— but because I'm void of emotions. In a modern sense. I've got that permanent poker face- which I'm sure I have inherited from my parents and unconsciously perfected over the years.

The effect is surely unwelcome. Why? Because when it comes to seduction, it seems one of the most potent forces of nature is the allure of the unknown. And it's something that I unfortunately have been gifted with. A true power and skill indeed.

When I frequent bars, Sober people stare at me while Drunk people ask me "why the face". They're pretty much the same in the end though -with Bartenders following up the questions. Which is probably why half of my friends are them.

Men and women are usually intrigued at things that are "sparkly", but for some odd reason, they are most intrigued by things that are so blank that they end up wondering why it is blank in the first place. Needless to say- despite my predicament of attracting unwanted attention from all genders, I've only really gotten myself like a handful of friends and a big ass load of acquaintances.

With a face like mine -did I mention that my looks are noteworthy?- you would think that I've had all sorts of strong and intimate relationships. But as you'd expect -it's mostly physical. Although they like my face, once they get to know the "mysterious man" better, the seductive spell may well have worn off. They just flat out tell me I'm only fuck-material. I get my hopes up... then it gets shot down in a manner of 5 minutes.

My uniform and badge doesn't exactly help either. Shame.

In most instances, things doesn't even reach "sexy times". Having that stupid blank expression all the time basically kills the chances of getting a double take, especially from men. Probably because they think that the odds of getting punched ruins the perception of beauty.

Platonic romance. Ha!

It happens once in a blue moon. My tender love of 14 and during the spring of my college graduation. Those times were perfect. To think that I was the type of person who held the feelings longer.

Absolutely perfect.

Because of that- I've grown more cautious and apprehensive when it comes to love, but at the same time, numb. Think of a square piece of rock with a surprise center.

Looks really do kill for someone who needs something more.

The bus ride home was, thankfully, peaceful and quiet.

A day at the Konoha Military Police Force is tiring enough on its own, but I haven't been home for at least a couple more because of a stupid case concerning a lunatic who's obsessed with the First Family of Konoha, then add my own father haranguing me on top of that.

I'm beyond 'tired'.

And you know what? Tired doesn't even cut it.

I'm exhausted. Used up. Pooped.

I can think of a lot more synonyms if I only I had the energy. I'm only functioning because of… I honestly don't know. Coffee and will-power, I guess.

Glancing at the front of the bus where the digital displays are indicating that there are eight more stops before my destination and ignoring the driver patiently asking someone outside if he's coming or not, I might as well continue wallowing in self-pity while I'm at it. So, here we go.

They say that Uchihas were blessed with good genes and looks, and they're right. Despite the dark shadows under my eyes and that prickly look of someone who obviously hasn't shaved for days, my reflection in the window is pretty damn fine, if I say so myself. But in the end, I'm still hopeless and alone.

I think the Gods gave me everything but forgot halfway to gift me someone who wants to be with me who isn't my older brother. Or mother, for that matter.

Love failed me.

Well, that's until I saw him.

He's walking down the aisle with bits of snow still perched on top of his hooded head.

Despite useless clothes shielding him from the unforgiving November weather and fatigue outlining him like a plague, his eyes were still as bright as the ocean, hair as golden as the sun -just like his father.

It's him. I couldn't mistake that for someone else.

I've been staring at the picture of the First Family since 6AM 3 days ago.

That's Namikaze Minato's only son. Naruto.

That burst of emotions -emotions I was sure that walked out when I had my first few nights of casual sex.

They came raging back, punched me in the gut, then kicked me on my balls for good measure.

I wouldn't be able to fight the grin the splits my face even if I wanted to.

Love happens once in a blue moon, right?

Savoring what I have now surely isn't a bad thing.

Tbc. (?)

Thanks for reading! I'm planning to fix chapter 1 and make it better and hopefully continue this story soon. Until the next time!