Disclaimer: Naruto does not belong to me
Warnings: Yaoi
Summary: Naruto is going through seasonal heat thanks to Kyuubi, and our favorite loudmouth's behavior has very curious effects on others as well. Yaoi>>
Pretty Blue Eyes Preface
By: Apple Grace
The air was thick with the scent of upcoming rain; there were fields of tall grass swaying uneasily across the gray horizon, and delicate clusters of vibrant flowers begin to close in anticipation. A young man lay tiredly sprawled out on the ground this very moment. His mass of golden hair was knotted with dried blood and sweat; there were numerous purple welts marring the young man's body but still, he was breathing steadily. He donned tattered clothing; dirt and grime were deeply embedded in its once clean threads.
"I must go home." Murmured the blonde determinedly as he futilely attempted to raise himself several times, only to fall right back onto the hard dirt.
"Maybe I'll just stay here tonight." It wasn't like he had much of a choice anyways. The Chuunin was exhausted from the extra training he recently started taking up, lately his thoughts have been less than pure... and such feelings immediately needed to be stifled with other distractions like getting stronger. A scowl crossed the blonde's features when extremely disturbing questions popped into his mind.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Am I turning into a pervert like Kakashi?
Why do I feel so strangely warm again?
His normally tan skin flushed red at even the mere notion of engaging in intimate acts; he was only fifteen, and the blonde never gave romance a serious chance, save those time with Sakura, who eventually became more of a big sister. The flustered blonde was sure he already experienced puberty, his growth spurt and deepened voice was evidence. He decided to think no more of this; with a painful grunt, the blonde finally managed to stand and begin walking. The burning in his muscles and lungs faded away with each step, he mentally thanked the demon fox for its rapid healing abilities. His journey home became a blur; he saw the familiar houses, dirty glances, and the ramen stand.
"Were have you been Naruto?" He paused mid-step at hearing the cool, indifferent voice that could only belong his bastard of friend. Sasuke Uchina was a Chuunin as well, and if possible, Naruto's former teammate treated him somewhat decently now. He did not know why the change occurred nor was the question asked.
"Busy." Naruto refused to look at the dark haired boy, afraid his body would react in an embarrassing manner.
"You look like shit." The blonde could clearly see that the other was trying to get an angry reaction from him.
"Yeah."
"Idiot." He heard Sasuke's retreating footsteps and felt oddly guilty. It wasn't everyday that the antisocial nin started a conversation with him, circumstances where speaking was involved usually pertained to sparring or light jeering. Naruto continued the path home while muttering colorful curses at his hormones. A drop of wetness splattered on the blonde's nose, soon many followed suit. He watched as the villagers broke into a run when the combination of wind and water became too violent. The blonde understood he could never fall victim to any illness; therefore, his pace remained unchanged.
He opened the door to the small apartment with a hard shove, numerous varieties of plants greeted his eyes causing him to smile slightly. Naruto began stripping his drenched garments when he entered the simply decorated bedroom, completely aware of the distant figure observing him through the window.
"Stupid Sasuke." The blonde suffered when an unwelcome heat blossomed inside his chest. He idly sat on the edge of the mattress with his back facing outside. Naruto wondered why he did not seem to mind that his rival was peeping.
"Stupid Naruto." Amid the unrelenting forces of the storm, Sasuke scrutinized the unusually quiet and still Naruto. Sasuke's gaze lingered on the blonde's bare back, and he could not help but appreciate the way the other's muscles stirred beneath bronzed flesh. Naruto's tattoo of angel wings, which stretched over his shoulders, contracted and released in flight with the slightest movement. He felt a sudden urge to press his own fingers against the golden curls twined over Naruto's nape for it reminded him of a halo. Sasuke wondered when genuine concern for someone turned into peeping.
End Preface
Author's Note: Thanks for reading my story and please review. Sorry about the format, it's my first fanfiction.
Warnings: Yaoi
Summary: Naruto is going through seasonal heat thanks to Kyuubi, and our favorite loudmouth's behavior has very curious effects on others as well. Yaoi>>
The air was thick with the scent of upcoming rain; there were fields of tall grass swaying uneasily across the gray horizon, and delicate clusters of vibrant flowers begin to close in anticipation. A young man lay tiredly sprawled out on the ground this very moment. His mass of golden hair was knotted with dried blood and sweat; there were numerous purple welts marring the young man's body but still, he was breathing steadily. He donned tattered clothing; dirt and grime were deeply embedded in its once clean threads.
"I must go home." Murmured the blonde determinedly as he futilely attempted to raise himself several times, only to fall right back onto the hard dirt.
"Maybe I'll just stay here tonight." It wasn't like he had much of a choice anyways. The Chuunin was exhausted from the extra training he recently started taking up, lately his thoughts have been less than pure... and such feelings immediately needed to be stifled with other distractions like getting stronger. A scowl crossed the blonde's features when extremely disturbing questions popped into his mind.
His normally tan skin flushed red at even the mere notion of engaging in intimate acts; he was only fifteen, and the blonde never gave romance a serious chance, save those time with Sakura, who eventually became more of a big sister. The flustered blonde was sure he already experienced puberty, his growth spurt and deepened voice was evidence. He decided to think no more of this; with a painful grunt, the blonde finally managed to stand and begin walking. The burning in his muscles and lungs faded away with each step, he mentally thanked the demon fox for its rapid healing abilities. His journey home became a blur; he saw the familiar houses, dirty glances, and the ramen stand.
"Were have you been Naruto?" He paused mid-step at hearing the cool, indifferent voice that could only belong his bastard of friend. Sasuke Uchina was a Chuunin as well, and if possible, Naruto's former teammate treated him somewhat decently now. He did not know why the change occurred nor was the question asked.
"Busy." Naruto refused to look at the dark haired boy, afraid his body would react in an embarrassing manner.
"You look like shit." The blonde could clearly see that the other was trying to get an angry reaction from him.
"Yeah."
"Idiot." He heard Sasuke's retreating footsteps and felt oddly guilty. It wasn't everyday that the antisocial nin started a conversation with him, circumstances where speaking was involved usually pertained to sparring or light jeering. Naruto continued the path home while muttering colorful curses at his hormones. A drop of wetness splattered on the blonde's nose, soon many followed suit. He watched as the villagers broke into a run when the combination of wind and water became too violent. The blonde understood he could never fall victim to any illness; therefore, his pace remained unchanged.
He opened the door to the small apartment with a hard shove, numerous varieties of plants greeted his eyes causing him to smile slightly. Naruto began stripping his drenched garments when he entered the simply decorated bedroom, completely aware of the distant figure observing him through the window.
"Stupid Sasuke." The blonde suffered when an unwelcome heat blossomed inside his chest. He idly sat on the edge of the mattress with his back facing outside. Naruto wondered why he did not seem to mind that his rival was peeping.
"Stupid Naruto." Amid the unrelenting forces of the storm, Sasuke scrutinized the unusually quiet and still Naruto. Sasuke's gaze lingered on the blonde's bare back, and he could not help but appreciate the way the other's muscles stirred beneath bronzed flesh. Naruto's tattoo of angel wings, which stretched over his shoulders, contracted and released in flight with the slightest movement. He felt a sudden urge to press his own fingers against the golden curls twined over Naruto's nape for it reminded him of a halo. Sasuke wondered when genuine concern for someone turned into peeping.
Author's Note: Thanks for reading my story and please review. Sorry about the format, it's my first fanfiction.