Warning: 1) This will DEFINITELY be Yaoi!!! (Although not for the first
couple
chapters) That is Yaoi as in shonen-ai. Boy love, etc. If
you get squeamish, offended or nauseated I recommend you find
something else to
read.
2) This story is going to be LONG. As in L-O-N-G ass long.
3) Not beta'd. Read at your own peril.
Pairings: Sasuke x Naruto...maybe others, I dunno yet.
Note: I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I just like to read
Naruto fanfiction so I thought I should contribute something...
and yeah, this WILL be SasuNaru... Eventually...I take a while
to get there, but I get there. Trust me.
Disclaimer: Naruto= not mine. Thanks for the reminder.
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Naruto sat beneath the shade of the towering oaks that lined the genin training ground, hunched over and oblivious to everything except the small box that he clutched in his hands.
"Stay down, dammit!" he muttered between clenched teeth as he smashed down yet another rebellious corner of the brightly colored paper with a calloused thumb. The blonde glared at the cheery pattern printed onto the paper, its rainbows and stars that seemed so friendly in the store now clearly mocking him. He huffed indignantly, blowing a few golden strands of hair out from his eyes. Even inanimate objects were underestimating his strength now and he was seriously tempted to just reinforce the tape with charka and be done with it.
Except that seemed like cheating.
Naruto swore incoherently under his breath. He'd been warring with the damn wrapping paper since that morning and his patience was wearing thin.
If only he hadn't been losing...
The blonde sucked in his breath as he removed his thumb and counted to ten. Nothing happened. He exhaled in relief, a broad smile already forming on his face. But before he could even let out a whoop of victory another corner sprung into the air, exposing the plain surface beneath.
Naruto blinked. Once, twice, three times...
"Teme!" he roared in frustration, hurling the box at a nearby tree. It made a dull, satisfying 'thunk' as it crashed against the wood. Panting heavily from his efforts, the blonde glared at the parcel a moment before crossing his arms in self-righteous approval. But his face fell, his moment of triumph cut short, as he remembered the gift inside.
"Kuso!" he shouted, scrambling frantically towards the box. He scooped the item into his hands, inspecting it carefully for any outward signs of damage. He couldn't decide whether he was relieved or irritated when he found none.
"What are you doing here, dead last?" a condescending, though mildly amused voice distracted the blonde from his inspection. Naruto's head snapped up, his cerulean eyes narrowing at the sight of Uchiha Sasuke standing not ten feet away, a patronizing smirk smeared across his face.
"What does it look like, asshole?" Naruto replied acidly. He was going to leave it at that but thought better of it. The smart ass would probably find a way to make fun of him if he did. "I'm wrapping Sakura-chan's present."
"Oh, is that what you call it?" the genius ninja asked, looking down at the blonde, his hands shoved deep inside his pockets. "I thought you were beating the crap out of it."
Naruto stuck out his tongue in reply as he plopped down beneath another tree and began his attack on the newest insurrection. He hunched over the box yet again, determined to ignore the Bastard's presence.
"You better hurry up, dobe," Sasuke chided, still standing beneath the trees. Naruto didn't lift his head but he could *hear* the smirk in his teammate's voice. "Sakura's party started twenty minutes ago."
"Ah, yeah. I know," he replied casually, eyes still fixed on the present as he focus diligently on wrapping the object in his lap, but for an instant his fingers fumbled and paused in their task. "I wasn't invited."
Sasuke stared. Not invited? How could Naruto not be invited? He was Sakura's teammate. Dead Last must be confused again. After all, if it weren't for him Sakura wouldn't even be *having* a birthday party; Sakura would be dead. The dobe had to be confused. But... people did hate him for some reason. Especially the adults. Maybe it was possib-
"I don't even like birthday parties, anyways," Naruto said, interrupting Sasuke's thoughts when the silence finally became unbearable. "You have to wear those stupid hats, and play those stupid games, and plus you have to be so *polite*," he made a face. "It's really not that fun."
Not that the blonde would really *know*. Since technically he'd never actually *been* to a birthday party before. But seriously, how fun could they be? Playing pin-the-mask-on-the-ninja had to get old pretty fast. Right? The blonde took a deep, calming breath as he smoothed out the wrinkles on the front of the box. It was only marginally successful. He refused to cry. Especially in front of Sasuke. This was a horrible day. First the damn present wouldn't let itself be wrapped and now Naruto couldn't even *mope* in peace! Why did Sasuke have to be *there* of all places anyway? After all, Sasuke had *definitely* been invited to the party; he should be there, not at the training grounds bothering Naruto.
The blonde's head snapped up.
"Why aren't you at Sakura's?" he asked, genuine confusion etched across his features.
The raven haired ninja stiffened, his eyes flickering slightly as they filled with a shadow of emotion. And for a moment an expression that was neither coolly indifferent nor smugly superior crossed his face. It almost looked... it almost looked... It almost looked like he stubbed his toe. And then it was gone again, replaced by the stoic, 'I'm-so-great' expression he usually wore.
Frankly, Naruto didn't know what the hell to make of it.
"I don't like birthday parties," Sasuke explained simply as he strode past the blonde and onto the training ground.
Naruto clenched his fist as he watched his rival walk by him and into the clearing. How could the teme be so selfish?! Sure he didn't want Sasuke alone with his beloved Sakura-chan without him there. It wasn't much of a secret that the pink haired ninja -for reasons that defied all human logic- had a massive crush on him. If Pretty Boy didn't show, Sakura was sure to disappointed. No one should be sad on their birthday. Especially not Sakura- chan. The blonde seethed. Didn't Sasuke realize how great he had it? He had the looks, the skills, the adoration.... And he was hurting Sakura-chan with it -on her *birthday* of all days- and he couldn't care less.
That Bastard.
"Sasuke, you Bastard!" Naruto screamed as he bolted off the ground, his hands fisted at his side and his face flushed in rage. "How could you do this to Sakura-chan?!?!" he demanded. The raven haired ninja turned to look at Naruto, his face as calm and uncaring as always. That indifferent stare pushed the blonde over the edge.
Sasuke barely had time to react as a hurtling blonde mass speed towards him. He dodged the attack, escaping with only a minor hit to the arm. Naruto, however, was knocked to the ground by a well placed roundhouse. Sasuke smirked slightly as his opponent sat up from his position, sprawled on the ground. A small trail of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.
"You selfish bastard," the blonde muttered as he wiped the blood from his mouth with his sleeve. He glared up at the raven haired ninja, his eyes hot with anger and his voice quivering from the force of some unnamed emotion. "You could at least have gotten her something! Anything!"
Naruto looked down and refused to lift his gaze from the ground as got to his feet and retrieved the present (now slightly battered, but not too much worse for ware) from the clearing floor behind Sasuke.
The raven haired boy said nothing, his face a mask of indifference, as he watched his teammate head towards the edge of the training grounds.
"She does it for you." Naruto said without turning around to face his rival. His voice was calmer now, but there was still an extra strain behind it. "Every year. She's always gotten you something. Always..."
Sasuke shoved his hands deeper into his pockets as he watched the blonde retreat into the shadows of the forest, presumably back to Kohona. He frowned as he walked towards the center of the training grounds, and pulled out a kunta. He threw a few at the training posts for a few minutes, trying to erase Naruto's anger from his memory. He was determined to get some practice done, but the accusation in those cerulean blue eyes refused to be forgotten.
"Kuso," Sasuke muttered bitterly as he gathered up his belongings and followed after the blonde moron.
Damn that idiot! He hated it when Naruto made sense. It was just....wrong somehow.
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My first Naruto fan-fic. I know it's crap and totally OC but what ever. Please review, I haven't actually read the whole series and I've never seen the anime. Oddly enough, I've read the first 2 volumes and the last 8. and not in order either. So I may be ~slightly~ confused. Anyway, if you think it's crap, let me know. So I can bludgeon you with a blunt object... just kidding!! (erm...mostly) ^_^
-Jiro
chapters) That is Yaoi as in shonen-ai. Boy love, etc. If
you get squeamish, offended or nauseated I recommend you find
something else to
read.
2) This story is going to be LONG. As in L-O-N-G ass long.
3) Not beta'd. Read at your own peril.
Pairings: Sasuke x Naruto...maybe others, I dunno yet.
Note: I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I just like to read
Naruto fanfiction so I thought I should contribute something...
and yeah, this WILL be SasuNaru... Eventually...I take a while
to get there, but I get there. Trust me.
Disclaimer: Naruto= not mine. Thanks for the reminder.
------------------------------------- *M*A*K*E* A *W*I*S*H* ---------------- --------------
Naruto sat beneath the shade of the towering oaks that lined the genin training ground, hunched over and oblivious to everything except the small box that he clutched in his hands.
"Stay down, dammit!" he muttered between clenched teeth as he smashed down yet another rebellious corner of the brightly colored paper with a calloused thumb. The blonde glared at the cheery pattern printed onto the paper, its rainbows and stars that seemed so friendly in the store now clearly mocking him. He huffed indignantly, blowing a few golden strands of hair out from his eyes. Even inanimate objects were underestimating his strength now and he was seriously tempted to just reinforce the tape with charka and be done with it.
Except that seemed like cheating.
Naruto swore incoherently under his breath. He'd been warring with the damn wrapping paper since that morning and his patience was wearing thin.
If only he hadn't been losing...
The blonde sucked in his breath as he removed his thumb and counted to ten. Nothing happened. He exhaled in relief, a broad smile already forming on his face. But before he could even let out a whoop of victory another corner sprung into the air, exposing the plain surface beneath.
Naruto blinked. Once, twice, three times...
"Teme!" he roared in frustration, hurling the box at a nearby tree. It made a dull, satisfying 'thunk' as it crashed against the wood. Panting heavily from his efforts, the blonde glared at the parcel a moment before crossing his arms in self-righteous approval. But his face fell, his moment of triumph cut short, as he remembered the gift inside.
"Kuso!" he shouted, scrambling frantically towards the box. He scooped the item into his hands, inspecting it carefully for any outward signs of damage. He couldn't decide whether he was relieved or irritated when he found none.
"What are you doing here, dead last?" a condescending, though mildly amused voice distracted the blonde from his inspection. Naruto's head snapped up, his cerulean eyes narrowing at the sight of Uchiha Sasuke standing not ten feet away, a patronizing smirk smeared across his face.
"What does it look like, asshole?" Naruto replied acidly. He was going to leave it at that but thought better of it. The smart ass would probably find a way to make fun of him if he did. "I'm wrapping Sakura-chan's present."
"Oh, is that what you call it?" the genius ninja asked, looking down at the blonde, his hands shoved deep inside his pockets. "I thought you were beating the crap out of it."
Naruto stuck out his tongue in reply as he plopped down beneath another tree and began his attack on the newest insurrection. He hunched over the box yet again, determined to ignore the Bastard's presence.
"You better hurry up, dobe," Sasuke chided, still standing beneath the trees. Naruto didn't lift his head but he could *hear* the smirk in his teammate's voice. "Sakura's party started twenty minutes ago."
"Ah, yeah. I know," he replied casually, eyes still fixed on the present as he focus diligently on wrapping the object in his lap, but for an instant his fingers fumbled and paused in their task. "I wasn't invited."
Sasuke stared. Not invited? How could Naruto not be invited? He was Sakura's teammate. Dead Last must be confused again. After all, if it weren't for him Sakura wouldn't even be *having* a birthday party; Sakura would be dead. The dobe had to be confused. But... people did hate him for some reason. Especially the adults. Maybe it was possib-
"I don't even like birthday parties, anyways," Naruto said, interrupting Sasuke's thoughts when the silence finally became unbearable. "You have to wear those stupid hats, and play those stupid games, and plus you have to be so *polite*," he made a face. "It's really not that fun."
Not that the blonde would really *know*. Since technically he'd never actually *been* to a birthday party before. But seriously, how fun could they be? Playing pin-the-mask-on-the-ninja had to get old pretty fast. Right? The blonde took a deep, calming breath as he smoothed out the wrinkles on the front of the box. It was only marginally successful. He refused to cry. Especially in front of Sasuke. This was a horrible day. First the damn present wouldn't let itself be wrapped and now Naruto couldn't even *mope* in peace! Why did Sasuke have to be *there* of all places anyway? After all, Sasuke had *definitely* been invited to the party; he should be there, not at the training grounds bothering Naruto.
The blonde's head snapped up.
"Why aren't you at Sakura's?" he asked, genuine confusion etched across his features.
The raven haired ninja stiffened, his eyes flickering slightly as they filled with a shadow of emotion. And for a moment an expression that was neither coolly indifferent nor smugly superior crossed his face. It almost looked... it almost looked... It almost looked like he stubbed his toe. And then it was gone again, replaced by the stoic, 'I'm-so-great' expression he usually wore.
Frankly, Naruto didn't know what the hell to make of it.
"I don't like birthday parties," Sasuke explained simply as he strode past the blonde and onto the training ground.
Naruto clenched his fist as he watched his rival walk by him and into the clearing. How could the teme be so selfish?! Sure he didn't want Sasuke alone with his beloved Sakura-chan without him there. It wasn't much of a secret that the pink haired ninja -for reasons that defied all human logic- had a massive crush on him. If Pretty Boy didn't show, Sakura was sure to disappointed. No one should be sad on their birthday. Especially not Sakura- chan. The blonde seethed. Didn't Sasuke realize how great he had it? He had the looks, the skills, the adoration.... And he was hurting Sakura-chan with it -on her *birthday* of all days- and he couldn't care less.
That Bastard.
"Sasuke, you Bastard!" Naruto screamed as he bolted off the ground, his hands fisted at his side and his face flushed in rage. "How could you do this to Sakura-chan?!?!" he demanded. The raven haired ninja turned to look at Naruto, his face as calm and uncaring as always. That indifferent stare pushed the blonde over the edge.
Sasuke barely had time to react as a hurtling blonde mass speed towards him. He dodged the attack, escaping with only a minor hit to the arm. Naruto, however, was knocked to the ground by a well placed roundhouse. Sasuke smirked slightly as his opponent sat up from his position, sprawled on the ground. A small trail of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.
"You selfish bastard," the blonde muttered as he wiped the blood from his mouth with his sleeve. He glared up at the raven haired ninja, his eyes hot with anger and his voice quivering from the force of some unnamed emotion. "You could at least have gotten her something! Anything!"
Naruto looked down and refused to lift his gaze from the ground as got to his feet and retrieved the present (now slightly battered, but not too much worse for ware) from the clearing floor behind Sasuke.
The raven haired boy said nothing, his face a mask of indifference, as he watched his teammate head towards the edge of the training grounds.
"She does it for you." Naruto said without turning around to face his rival. His voice was calmer now, but there was still an extra strain behind it. "Every year. She's always gotten you something. Always..."
Sasuke shoved his hands deeper into his pockets as he watched the blonde retreat into the shadows of the forest, presumably back to Kohona. He frowned as he walked towards the center of the training grounds, and pulled out a kunta. He threw a few at the training posts for a few minutes, trying to erase Naruto's anger from his memory. He was determined to get some practice done, but the accusation in those cerulean blue eyes refused to be forgotten.
"Kuso," Sasuke muttered bitterly as he gathered up his belongings and followed after the blonde moron.
Damn that idiot! He hated it when Naruto made sense. It was just....wrong somehow.
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My first Naruto fan-fic. I know it's crap and totally OC but what ever. Please review, I haven't actually read the whole series and I've never seen the anime. Oddly enough, I've read the first 2 volumes and the last 8. and not in order either. So I may be ~slightly~ confused. Anyway, if you think it's crap, let me know. So I can bludgeon you with a blunt object... just kidding!! (erm...mostly) ^_^
-Jiro