Disclaimer: (sighs) why do you think I'm writing fanfiction? Because my name is Masashi Kishimoto and the rights to the Naruto manga and anime belong to me? Or because my name is not Masashi Kishimoto and the rights to the Naruto manga and anime doesn't belong to me? I honestly can't draw either, so that should make the question easy to answer.
Written in Naruto's POV, 1. person
Pairings: Eventually GaaraNaruSasu
One of those days: Chapter 3: "Survival Lessons, part 2"by: Souvraya
You understand my despair, ne? At least I'm used to be around Sasuke. I normally manage to concentrate, and I normally don't make a bigger fool of myself than I usually do.
But with Gaara…?
I haven't seen him for a very long time, he is genuinely scary, and I'm already put out by being around Sasuke all the time.
Not that I'm complaining. I would never complain about being around Sasuke. Even though he makes my brains go completely useless. Brain-mush.
But Gaara is worse.
Now I'm at home. Trying to get my brains and libido under control again. Simpler said than done…
I'm trying hard to stop thinking about the things I could do with those to in my bedroom. Trying hard to stop fantasizing about their bodies…
I've never seen Gaara without both pants and shirt, but I have sparred with Sasuke in hot weather…
It's no good for me, cause Sasuke is bound to win then. You think I can concentrate on fighting when I can admire Sasuke's nice, sweaty chest? I think not…
Maybe I should just be grateful I haven't seen Gaara more undressed than I have… He'd have sliced me into thin beefs before I had time to do anything more than drool and stare. Hell, I wouldn't get any further than staring and drooling no matter how much time I got. He's just edible… Just so… sexy!
Ah. Damn! Me am very happy me am at home. This would get very embarrassing in public. But to think of those two… naked…
Akh! Nose bleed!
I think I'll just take this show to my bedroom… and my bed… and much less clothes…I am now seriously wondering if I should dare to leave my apartment again or if I should just stay in where it is relatively safe and the only thing that can unnerve me is my own fantasy.
It's safer in the context that I can't run into Gaara or Sasuke here. I mean, what would they have to do at my apartment? Now that would be the day… Gaara and Sasuke… in my apartment…
And here we go again… I'll just leave before it becomes completely impossible.
So here I am, roaming the village, hoping beyond hope that Sasuke or Gaara shall happen by and talk to me. Cause right now, I am not going to talk to them. That would just be disaster. I swear it would.
Because, you see, I don't think I have my brain all back yet, just small pieces and scraps of it. It's disturbing… And the rest will go if I have to talk to either one of them. And that's it…
Of course, if they approach me, it might go better. Hopefully… So I just have to wait.
Uchiha Sasuke three o'clock… And headed here. Kami only knows what he wants with me. It's not as if he usually talks to me unless he has to.
"Hey." He spoke to me!
"…hey…?" Brilliant… I normally manage to stay at least partly focused around Sasuke. Guess that encounter with Gaara evaporated the rest of my senses.
"…" He just looked at me.
"…what d'you want?" Oh yeah, go for hostile… sob I'm just so fucked… by Sasuke… oh yes plea… (NO BRAIN! GET OUT OF THE GUTTER! NOW!!!)
"Let's spar."
"…huh…? Here?"
"No baka. Forest."
"Oh. Forest. Ano… ok?"
I've been invited to the forest! By Sasuke! Just the two of us!!!
SUGOI!!!
TBC
A/N: Finally… Long time this took, ne? There were supposed to be some lime or something in here, but don't think I could ever manage this. Maybe the sparring will come to something… .