A Sexy Jutsu
By Mukumuku
Disclaimer: It's not mine, it's his! (Point to Kishimoto-san)
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Of all the people I care about, Naruto, why am I in love with you?
Why does everything about you invade my senses?
Your loud, pervading voice echoing through the halls, demanding a rematch.
The scent of your sweat after you train desperately in an effort to become stronger. Stronger than me.
Your tendency to get in my face when you're angry and my inability to ignore it any longer.
The way you attack me when we spar... The anger, power in each punch, kick, and ninjustu you throw just to get closer to me.
And most of all the way your mouth tastes. Had you brushed your teeth that day I would never known.
Every human quality that I hated had driven into my mind. Ironic the fact is that it drove me to obsess a little. Notice things I would never knew when I bothered.
The lingering taste of Naruto that one could never wash out of their mouth.
My mouth, to be more precise. If was not the taste, it was the memory of what tasted like it, anything that moved in my mouth reminded me of it.
Haunting me like a ghost.
I found myself suffocating, drowning without it.
And now when you fade into the background, I can't forget you. Like you're been permanently imprinted into my mind. I find myself searching for that rare person that is born once every thousand of years or so.
Naruto Umazaki.
How can you be so cruel as to tempt me? What they say is true; you are the devil.
I watch as Naruto wiped his hands clean on the apron and glide towards me. He's starting to move more smoothly, like an animal and less like Naruto.
Ugh. I'm already making reference to him. I feel like kicking myself. I can't separate the two of them anymore. And Naruto knows it too.
"Sasuke," he says in a low voice, "do you know where the next Chunnin tournament will be held." My head snaps up, Naruto looks a little startled by my sudden movements lately. I can't blame him for being nervous or jumpy. There are so many things that he has to worry about. Most of all, the genin team I asked him to take up this year. He's grown to love them and he's treating them as if they were his own kids, I'm relieved and jealous. But I've heard that Naruto is a ruthless, mother hen who trains his genin hard.
Harder than Kakashi.
And they love him to death.
I lower the cup, pushing a bang back in place. "It's taking place in the ____ village."
He looks tiredly at his cup, "oh," he replies. The sound fades as if he never spoke.
I laugh inwardly. He doesn't like tea that much but he always makes it when I come over as if it was a Sasuke repelling ritual. Even during dinner. It's odd. The brand of tea he uses always tastes a bit different than the ones in the village, I wonder to myself where Naruto has gotten the recipe but I'm not in the mood to pry today.
He finishes refilling my tea and takes a seat across from me, I never knew Naruto drank tea. It must be a trait that he picked up from somewhere.
Probably not from someone, a book, perhaps. I can't imagine it. Naruto, over a book, stressing over every detail of the meal he cooks. I look at my empty plate, it really shows or perhaps I'm in love. Who knows really?
But then again, I'm noticing there are more plants growing around the room. Small clusters of herbs and tomato plants lined up on a clean windowsill. The place is cleaner and there's hardly anymore ramen packages in his cupboards. Books neatly place to the side.
When did Naruto get reading glasses? They're beside their case. It looks too neat for Naruto.
Naruto is beginning to change and adapt. Perhaps in the end he had little choice but to submit to the human trait. Remain, as he was, a loud-mouthed kid or become a responsible adult. But that still doesn't change how the older generation is treating him. I don't know much about the incident with the 9 tails fox and him being Naruto, but what I do know is that people still see Naruto as a threat and.
I shake my head. I could never ask Naruto of it. I could never lose Naruto like that.
He must be used to it now. All these years of rejection.
To think, of all people he rejected me in the beginning.
Heh, I'm not the type of person who you can't escape from easily. My face is all over the town. People talk about me all the time. Hell, my face is on the side of a mountain. What more do you want in life? It was Naruto was the person who really grew on you, like moss. I would have lost him if we never became silent rivals afterwards.
Just like back then.
Naruto has been looking out the window. He probably wants to be outside now. His eyes snap back to mine, I look into his beautiful eyes. "Are you enjoying your tea?" He asks.
"It's a little to hot," I comment mischievously, "you're improving, it's not longer cold."
Naruto, if you don't fight back you'll be snuffed out. You'll die, and that's what they want. I want to grab him and drive it into him. I only have myself to blame, my lips bleeds as I try to find another source to direct my anxiety.
Naruto is fuming inside. I'm glad that he's really trying his best, but I can't help but rile him up. I worry if I wake up one day Naruto will be a completely different person. Someone I don't know anymore. I don't want lose the one I love or forget all things that me love him.
I'm scared to love, I'm afraid of what love will do to you but I want what it gives me. I look at my fork, twisting it in my fingers.
"Sas. Sasuke." He's looking at me worried.
I realized I forgot to thank him for the meal, dinner had been so quiet that I forgot that I was having it Naruto not another Kage or business partner. "Naruto. thank you for this meal," I give him a small smile to reassure him. "Your cooking has improved as well as your tea."
He jumps from his seat, ah, so this is what he wanted to hear. He slides back into his old bragging slouch, his grin alive as he speaks proudly. "Really! How I did I do! I've been reading a lot of books! And I---"
"It's average." I feel evil.
He slides out of his seat and stares at the ceiling. "But I worked so hard!"
"Naruto, what type of recipes are these?" I pointed to my empty plate with a fork at my fingertips.
"They're the local culinary dishes." Naruto recites like a parrot that thinks he knows what he's saying.
"They're not suited for you," I snap back, he's taken by surprise like I slapped him out of thin air. Perhaps I'm being a little too cold. He sits back in his seat, upset. "You should pursue something else."
He looks at me angrily; I can hear his soft whispering. "You should be grateful I'm even cooking for you!" He snorts. "You arrogant bastard."
He looks out the window, away from me again. "Naruto." He looks at me, mainly because he, even though he's angry, still cares about what I have to say. "Next time. Cook me something spicy."
"Huh?" He looks at me for a long time as if I asked him to run away with me and have ten kids.
"The local dishes. They lack something."
"Is it because I'm a bad cook?" He replies, expecting an unappreciative outcome.
I shake my head, "no, they don't taste like you."
I push my chair out of my way, my schedule cleared for the week. I loosen my clothing a little, just to heat up the room.
In this relationship, if I never pursued Naruto he would have never loved me back. Just as how Naruto came into my life by becoming my rival. If he hadn't I would have never known.
"Sasuke!" He protests, "I'll. Er, get sick." I ignore him forcing him to him bedroom. Not like he took a bite tonight anyway. "Sasuke!" His lips were silenced when I kissed him, like in many cheesy romance novels piled on Sakura's desk.
He tastes like spicy ramen.
Naruto sits at his end of the table with no escape in sight he can't run or worm his way out. "You're been eating ramen behind my back again. No wonder you lack you usual endless appetite," I smirk.
"Sasuke," he chokes out.
"Naruto."
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"Sasuke! You look happier. Who did you have sex with?"
"Do you want to be fired?"
"Awww. C'mon boss! That's unfair!"
"Stop prying."
"Sasuke, c'mon! Tell us what got you into such a good mood today."
"Leave him alone," Sakura pushes the pests out of the room and open the window letting a clean gust of wind in. It makes the room feel cleaner... Nicer. "All taken care of, Lord Hokage."
"Thank you Sakura." Turning my head and looking out my window, I spot Naruto in his element, walking towards his genin. He reminds me of someone.
Not Kakashi.
Nah.
He looks up from his students and waves at me, jokingly blowing me a kiss.
Naruto.
I'm blushing. Sakura pokes my cheek and I let her get away with it.
My eyes move to the hall of Hokage portraits, he looks.
He looks like the forth.
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By Mukumuku
Disclaimer: It's not mine, it's his! (Point to Kishimoto-san)
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Of all the people I care about, Naruto, why am I in love with you?
Why does everything about you invade my senses?
Your loud, pervading voice echoing through the halls, demanding a rematch.
The scent of your sweat after you train desperately in an effort to become stronger. Stronger than me.
Your tendency to get in my face when you're angry and my inability to ignore it any longer.
The way you attack me when we spar... The anger, power in each punch, kick, and ninjustu you throw just to get closer to me.
And most of all the way your mouth tastes. Had you brushed your teeth that day I would never known.
Every human quality that I hated had driven into my mind. Ironic the fact is that it drove me to obsess a little. Notice things I would never knew when I bothered.
The lingering taste of Naruto that one could never wash out of their mouth.
My mouth, to be more precise. If was not the taste, it was the memory of what tasted like it, anything that moved in my mouth reminded me of it.
Haunting me like a ghost.
I found myself suffocating, drowning without it.
And now when you fade into the background, I can't forget you. Like you're been permanently imprinted into my mind. I find myself searching for that rare person that is born once every thousand of years or so.
Naruto Umazaki.
How can you be so cruel as to tempt me? What they say is true; you are the devil.
I watch as Naruto wiped his hands clean on the apron and glide towards me. He's starting to move more smoothly, like an animal and less like Naruto.
Ugh. I'm already making reference to him. I feel like kicking myself. I can't separate the two of them anymore. And Naruto knows it too.
"Sasuke," he says in a low voice, "do you know where the next Chunnin tournament will be held." My head snaps up, Naruto looks a little startled by my sudden movements lately. I can't blame him for being nervous or jumpy. There are so many things that he has to worry about. Most of all, the genin team I asked him to take up this year. He's grown to love them and he's treating them as if they were his own kids, I'm relieved and jealous. But I've heard that Naruto is a ruthless, mother hen who trains his genin hard.
Harder than Kakashi.
And they love him to death.
I lower the cup, pushing a bang back in place. "It's taking place in the ____ village."
He looks tiredly at his cup, "oh," he replies. The sound fades as if he never spoke.
I laugh inwardly. He doesn't like tea that much but he always makes it when I come over as if it was a Sasuke repelling ritual. Even during dinner. It's odd. The brand of tea he uses always tastes a bit different than the ones in the village, I wonder to myself where Naruto has gotten the recipe but I'm not in the mood to pry today.
He finishes refilling my tea and takes a seat across from me, I never knew Naruto drank tea. It must be a trait that he picked up from somewhere.
Probably not from someone, a book, perhaps. I can't imagine it. Naruto, over a book, stressing over every detail of the meal he cooks. I look at my empty plate, it really shows or perhaps I'm in love. Who knows really?
But then again, I'm noticing there are more plants growing around the room. Small clusters of herbs and tomato plants lined up on a clean windowsill. The place is cleaner and there's hardly anymore ramen packages in his cupboards. Books neatly place to the side.
When did Naruto get reading glasses? They're beside their case. It looks too neat for Naruto.
Naruto is beginning to change and adapt. Perhaps in the end he had little choice but to submit to the human trait. Remain, as he was, a loud-mouthed kid or become a responsible adult. But that still doesn't change how the older generation is treating him. I don't know much about the incident with the 9 tails fox and him being Naruto, but what I do know is that people still see Naruto as a threat and.
I shake my head. I could never ask Naruto of it. I could never lose Naruto like that.
He must be used to it now. All these years of rejection.
To think, of all people he rejected me in the beginning.
Heh, I'm not the type of person who you can't escape from easily. My face is all over the town. People talk about me all the time. Hell, my face is on the side of a mountain. What more do you want in life? It was Naruto was the person who really grew on you, like moss. I would have lost him if we never became silent rivals afterwards.
Just like back then.
Naruto has been looking out the window. He probably wants to be outside now. His eyes snap back to mine, I look into his beautiful eyes. "Are you enjoying your tea?" He asks.
"It's a little to hot," I comment mischievously, "you're improving, it's not longer cold."
Naruto, if you don't fight back you'll be snuffed out. You'll die, and that's what they want. I want to grab him and drive it into him. I only have myself to blame, my lips bleeds as I try to find another source to direct my anxiety.
Naruto is fuming inside. I'm glad that he's really trying his best, but I can't help but rile him up. I worry if I wake up one day Naruto will be a completely different person. Someone I don't know anymore. I don't want lose the one I love or forget all things that me love him.
I'm scared to love, I'm afraid of what love will do to you but I want what it gives me. I look at my fork, twisting it in my fingers.
"Sas. Sasuke." He's looking at me worried.
I realized I forgot to thank him for the meal, dinner had been so quiet that I forgot that I was having it Naruto not another Kage or business partner. "Naruto. thank you for this meal," I give him a small smile to reassure him. "Your cooking has improved as well as your tea."
He jumps from his seat, ah, so this is what he wanted to hear. He slides back into his old bragging slouch, his grin alive as he speaks proudly. "Really! How I did I do! I've been reading a lot of books! And I---"
"It's average." I feel evil.
He slides out of his seat and stares at the ceiling. "But I worked so hard!"
"Naruto, what type of recipes are these?" I pointed to my empty plate with a fork at my fingertips.
"They're the local culinary dishes." Naruto recites like a parrot that thinks he knows what he's saying.
"They're not suited for you," I snap back, he's taken by surprise like I slapped him out of thin air. Perhaps I'm being a little too cold. He sits back in his seat, upset. "You should pursue something else."
He looks at me angrily; I can hear his soft whispering. "You should be grateful I'm even cooking for you!" He snorts. "You arrogant bastard."
He looks out the window, away from me again. "Naruto." He looks at me, mainly because he, even though he's angry, still cares about what I have to say. "Next time. Cook me something spicy."
"Huh?" He looks at me for a long time as if I asked him to run away with me and have ten kids.
"The local dishes. They lack something."
"Is it because I'm a bad cook?" He replies, expecting an unappreciative outcome.
I shake my head, "no, they don't taste like you."
I push my chair out of my way, my schedule cleared for the week. I loosen my clothing a little, just to heat up the room.
In this relationship, if I never pursued Naruto he would have never loved me back. Just as how Naruto came into my life by becoming my rival. If he hadn't I would have never known.
"Sasuke!" He protests, "I'll. Er, get sick." I ignore him forcing him to him bedroom. Not like he took a bite tonight anyway. "Sasuke!" His lips were silenced when I kissed him, like in many cheesy romance novels piled on Sakura's desk.
He tastes like spicy ramen.
Naruto sits at his end of the table with no escape in sight he can't run or worm his way out. "You're been eating ramen behind my back again. No wonder you lack you usual endless appetite," I smirk.
"Sasuke," he chokes out.
"Naruto."
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"Sasuke! You look happier. Who did you have sex with?"
"Do you want to be fired?"
"Awww. C'mon boss! That's unfair!"
"Stop prying."
"Sasuke, c'mon! Tell us what got you into such a good mood today."
"Leave him alone," Sakura pushes the pests out of the room and open the window letting a clean gust of wind in. It makes the room feel cleaner... Nicer. "All taken care of, Lord Hokage."
"Thank you Sakura." Turning my head and looking out my window, I spot Naruto in his element, walking towards his genin. He reminds me of someone.
Not Kakashi.
Nah.
He looks up from his students and waves at me, jokingly blowing me a kiss.
Naruto.
I'm blushing. Sakura pokes my cheek and I let her get away with it.
My eyes move to the hall of Hokage portraits, he looks.
He looks like the forth.
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