Dear readers,
Yet another note and yet another teaser. That's right, this chapter of Right Kind of Wrong is on the other page too. So yes, that means more yaoi goodness I'm not taking the chance to put on here. Just remember, go to my profile, click on the link there, and find the story for all the uncensored goodness.
Before the teaser I must say thank you, thank you much for all the reviews! I'm so happy with all the positive feedback I'm getting for this fic, especially since it's still being reposted, but it's really nice to get comments from everyone who is either reading it now or reading it again. For those who have read it you know that this is the chapter where I left off. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, and once again, thank you for the reviews. After this the fic will officially be completely new.
Enjoy the teaser:
Did you see him? Who is he? He looks hot! Gaara was ready to see Sasuke since all the girls said that about Sasuke. He was inclined to agree, of course, you'd have to be blind not to be able to see that the boy was walking sex.
But Sasuke was not the walking sex that was being addressed, no this was another type of sex. A sex that promised hours of sheer pleasure and record amounts of orgasms. And only one walking sex could pull that off.
Itachi. Itachi was at the school to be a "nice" big brother and visit Sasuke. And hot damn, he was still as dangerously good looking as Gaara remembered.
Itachi was, to make a long story short, an older looking Sasuke, to a point that you could mistake him for his younger brother. He had a taste for black, and maybe that was where Sasuke had gotten it from. Itachi had his hands shoved inside of his pockets, a long, flowing, what was dubbed as a "matrix" style trench coat blowing open in the wind. Itachi had a very delicious obsession with leather, especially tight leather that made it look like he was wearing paint and not pants. Silver chains looped around his waist, a few of them caressing his leg after falling free from their belt loop of a prison, and a tank top hid his chest from the viewing public yet gave teasing glimpses of a cream colored stomach. His hair was tied back in a neat ponytail, never even given the chance to run free down the Uchiha brother's back.
And after all of that, there was still one thing that absolutely demanded that you stopped and paid attention.
The eyes.
Once upon a time ago Itachi's eyes were a normal black, but ever since Gaara had met him those black eyes were hidden by surprisingly blood red contacts. Red eyes, one would think, would be weird to see on anyone. Red is a color your eyes are when you cry, when you rub at them too much, and when you get pink eye. But to willingly have your eyes be red? To be honest, Itachi would look weird with "normal" eyes. No, he needed piercing red eyes, and nothing else.
Itachi walked past Gaara but spared him a glance, and that uncaring expression had gained a smirk. A smirk of recognition, a smirk that actually had Gaara just stare and lose the ability to speak.
And just like that, Itachi was gone. And just like that, Gaara knew that things between Sasuke and Naruto were going to come to a screeching halt.
That's all for the teaser. Go to the other page noted in my profile to read the rest. Finally, I'm caught up with where I left off in this story! Hope you all enjoyed this part.
Ja ne,
Chibi