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Penname: LiveLoveLaugh

FanFiction Story: Sleeping Princes

Summary: They called her a slut, a whore. Sweetheart. Even lucky. Life goes on, as one by one she passed every man in her life. She had a chance to sleep with every one of them, too. But…who said anything about sex? Sakura-factor One-shots

Presenting Rock Lee

'I loved her the moment I saw her. Do I continue? Oh! Alright, then. Wait a minute, what are you saying? Oh! Oh…yeah. Yes, yes, I can tell many of people out there in the audience would scoff and whisper mean things about me, but, hey, don't say that—well, what I'm trying to say is that I love her very much. I fell in love with her at first sight. Unbelievable isn't it? And I used to be like all of you out there, never having the time of the day to think about such things read off a lovey-dovey book, but that doesn't mean I don't believe in love! No! But I was always the one training hard with Gai-sensei to strengthen my body in the arts of Taijutsu to the calling sounds of my determination and hard work. And you know what? I did get to beat a genius, actually many geniuses. But I never thought I could have seen the day when hard work wouldn't matter when you love her. She's this very special fine woman, and I dubbed her my precious someone. Yes, I didn't believe in love at first sight. I didn't give it much thought. But the moment I met her, I discovered I was wrong all along…'

He held her tightly to his body. The Green Beast couldn't help his actions, he just wanted her as close as possible. She was sleeping on the left side of his very small bed, so she wouldn't be cold next to the window. He did have the shutters closed, he even checked if the windows were tightly closed too, but the weather was oddly cold. She only wore her undergarments and his giant over-sized green tee shirt over her beautiful body, he shook when her bare foot brushed over his calf immediately causing him to think about her health. His arms tightened fiercely, hopefully her body would accept his heat. He wanted her to be warm as possible, so she wouldn't be sick—there was a bad flu bug coming around the area he had read about, and he most certainly won't like her to catch that!

"…Lee-san, you're hurting me…" she whispered tiredly, absentmindedly tapping on his shoulder. She fluttered her long eyelashes and yawned. She had no idea what she said when she fell asleep, cooing like an infant against his strong build. She must have been very exhausted.

He trembled slightly, loosening his hold on her. The influenza spread wasn't the only reason why he wanted her so close.

He looked down on her, and couldn't remember how long it was when he didn't stop for an instant without thinking about her. About her pretty smiles, her blushes, her hair, her everything. He loved her uniqueness, even if her unique qualities are far from his. She was a delicate angel, with a strong potential of becoming an equally strong kunoichi.

When he couldn't seem to hold back, he moved over to push his lips on her temple. He was very soft, causing her to sigh against his pajama top. He lowered his eyes affectionately, and through these long seconds, he would show her how much she meant to him. His thick signature eyebrows brushed against the shorter bangs of her pink hair, he moved his lips over her charmingly wide forehead and over her slender normal-sized eyebrows. His lips crawled down her nose to the tip, moving over to the warm cheeks. He pulled away in awe, he was still having a hard time believing she didn't pull away from his motives but instead leaned closer. He stared deeply at her with his round cartoon black eyes, his head pressed against the pillow he rested on with his bowl cut messy in a cute way, she had told him before she fell asleep.

She smiled adorably, and parted her lips to press on the collar of his sleeping top. He looked at her, blinking slowly.

He loved her since the day he met her. He loved her so very much, it would hurt even more to let go.

He was a desperate man with desperate needs. He wanted to know if she had the same feelings for him as he did for her. No one could really call them just 'feelings' that he felt everyday when he looked at her. He knows she's a very attractive woman, no matter how much she neglects it, and he knows the looks of strangers when they look at her. Even though he tries to deny it, but he already seen her with other men. No matter how much he didn't like it, he didn't want to hurt any of them because of his repressed bundle of anger and jealousy.

And he most definitely didn't want to hurt her.

The young man, the proclaimed ugly duckling was now a beautiful swan. He was a Prince Charming in disguise. He was gallant knight in shining armor riding on a steed to rescue the love of his life. He had a heart of gold, he was too nice for his own kind. His pure love was handed to her all wrapped up like a Christmas present with a giant bow and shiny wrapping paper, just waiting for her to open it up. But with all that, with all those qualities, it never seemed to be enough for her.

Or the fact she didn't seem to want to accept only his love.

He shut his eyes, but he couldn't sleep, he was desperate. He wanted her to want him, to take him in her arms. He wanted her to do all the things for him as he would for her. If he had to, he would lasso a moon and drag to her apartment. If he had to, he would climb mountains. If he had to, he'll let her go if she asked him to. He'll do anything for her, anything, absolutely anything—

"…go…to sleep…" she whispered absentmindedly, and he obliged.

Afterthoughts

He stood out there like a lovesick fool, haven't got a clue on how to handle a crying woman. Her mother just died, and he fucking just stood there with the rest of the idiots. He was burning with desire for her, and she walked pass him with tears in her eyes. He could have just offered her his umbrella. He had done that so many times before, he didn't mind walking in the rain—it would be like a training session, or something. But she was always a kind person and would walk with him together.

But no, today was different.

And he struggled with himself to run after her. She was soaking wet, she was going to get sick, and it would be his fault. She was walking away, and when she passed by him unfazed by his presence, he trembled inwardly. He wanted to do something, he wanted to come to her side with an embrace, talk to her, and just be there for her for now. He glanced depressingly when she walked so far away now, he had to turn around to see her retreating back.

But he didn't. He didn't move at all from his spot. He wanted to do something, anything, but he challenged himself with his pride with the men. He tried his best to mend his faces with the faces of theirs. He was just like them sadly. He just stood there with the other group of men, all whose faces were stone and a slight frown had marred their placid faces. He felt so cold, like the night he slept next to her. He wasn't applying that she was unloving or anything harsh, and insulting, he was only mentioning that the weather was eerie and strange.

Just today's. When he watched the love of his life walk away, and even though she didn't ask for it, the message was clear then and there. She wanted them for their comfort, including his, and she wanted to be with all of them. But she couldn't. She shouldn't.

He thought sadly, regretting the jealousy deep in his soul.

Maybe he didn't have a heart of gold, after all.

To Be Continued