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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

Ask Neji

'What the hell are you guys doing here? I thought I put down a restraining order! Why have you been following me so endlessly? Yes, my teammate had told me about you freaks. Why in the world do you want to answer your pathetic questions? Excuse me…? I love who? You want to know that? That's it! Get out! I don't care if you have starving children back at home or your life depends on this crazy job, but I had enough! What do you mean this would only five seconds? Fine go on, but too bad your time is up! Just a saying? Alright, fine, you can stay—damn it you're even more stubborn than that Haruno—wait what? That's what you're prying at me about? Want my opinion on her? I think she's annoying. Why? Because I can't seem to be able to stop thinking about her…'

She has a huge forehead. That was he could have said.

Before he could tell, it had happen. A strong pressure had collided on his arm, nearly making him fall over from the comfortable, though hard lacquer furniture. He looked from over the paperback book he was reading, turning irritated at the stupid woman who fell asleep on his shoulder. He lowered his eyebrows dangerously. He didn't want this closeness from someone so immature and stupidly cheerful on his shoulder, especially sleeping, and when someone sleeps no matter how many times they deny it, they would drool.

And that's very unpleasant.

He grimaced she leaned more of her weight on him, slipping her arms around his elbow and nestled close to him like he was pillow. He wasn't a comforting kind of man, and he really was used to all the attention she was giving him. He was still clueless to why she persisted to having a 'fun' day with him because she was so sick of his consistent meditating and training without a break. And so he went reluctantly, only because his cousin made him. She had came over, waking him up so damn early in the morning and he never knew how bored he was until the end of all the fun when she dragged him all over the restaurants, stores, and other unattractive amusements—it was possibly everywhere he went in the Hidden Leaf and he wasn't impressed.

He had only wanted to sit down in one of his rooms and read a book alone, but the girl followed him like a lost puppy and sat stubbornly next to him until he agrees to come out with her again. So he decided to play her game. But he only made it fun for him, when he sat for hours reading while she just sat there and watched him, groaning and moaning of the same kind of boredom he too had suffered through the useless field trip. Now, probably because it was too tiring for her to handle, three hours later she had fallen asleep on top of him and nearly crushed him with her not so nice heaviness.

He shrugged his shoulder back and forth, trying to wake her up and kick her out of the Hyuuga Estate before the afternoon kicks in. He dropped his uninteresting book on the wooden floor, turned to his side where she fell down on his lap before he picked her up roughly by the shoulders and brought her up to the face.

And only then, he realized how close she was to him.

Her head fell down in a snap, making her wide forehead look almost larger in sight and brush against his nose. He clenched his teeth furiously, picking her up in place to sit properly to wake her up. When her head began to move all over the place, he knew this game was getting out of place. And very quickly, her huge forehead smashed against his own.

Whatever happened then and there, he couldn't tell, but it happened. In that moment when their foreheads collided, his hitae-ate fell off and landed on the ground the scurry of their sandaled feet. His white eyes were wide and he felt the bare flesh of his exposed forehead pushed against hers, like a magnet he couldn't let go. He didn't even know if he wanted to. It was like lightning, but so much more quicker, it hit into his brain sending down nervous shocks straight through his spine making him completely attentive how cute she looked up close.

When she slid off by her own weight shifting, he unconsciously traced the finger of the mentally painful scar on the middle of his forehead and trembled at the green cursed seal. But for that moment he felt as if she had released him from his cage. It was a moment's surprise, and he couldn't believe how free and fleeting he felt. It was that shock that caused that emotion, and he wanted to experience it again but he found her head cuddling on his lip with a funny red mark on her big forehead.

And somehow, his face had contorted into a warm emotion when she opened her eyes only a little and she looked up at him confusingly when he pressed his lips onto hers. She was frozen too, then melted in his embrace and she tiredly kissed him back, swirling her hot tongue with his tangoing sensual muscle in an exotic dance. She didn't question this questionable game they played, but her hands slipped slightly into his shirt and felt his taut stomach while he ran his hands up her biceps and into her pink locks. She fluttered her eyelashes, falling asleep on his chest. Then he closed his eyes while he slept with her on the couch.

He couldn't remember a time when he couldn't stop smiling.

Afterthoughts

He was in utter hell, when he stared after her like a weakling. How was she able to give him so much strength after that afternoon nap together? He didn't understand why she had become his confidant. When they woke up, she left him with a smile on her face, he never been more happier than ever before. He never expected to win so much from the game they played, even though now, he didn't know whether it was reality or fiction.

Something about her had ignited a part of him he thought had extinguished a long time ago. He continued playing their games, teasing her and picking on her playfully. But soon, through the blindness of his amusements, it didn't seem to be all that funny for her anymore.

No, she wasn't angry at him because he teases about her forehead. But in some way, she began to slip through his fingers like sand, and even though she didn't know it, he soon realized it was too late when he saw her with other men he couldn't blame. What he felt for her was so much more stronger than anything he had ever felt, and he loved that and he thrived in that. And in her everlasting unspoiled love for the people around her, he had found a sanctuary in it. And he would without it.

She was an addiction after he found out how much she meant to him, and he couldn't bring himself to stop thinking about her. Day and night, he came up with excuses to dodge away from the fact he began to become human. He wanted her warmth, her love, her care because that was what had fulfilled the dead years of his ruined childhood back to pieces. And all the while one by one, men after men came to love her as much, and he couldn't say he was very deserving. It was a madness that drove him crazy. If he were to have her stop crying, and wrecking his life, somehow he would be able to forgive her for causing him all the unwanted jealousy of men who received the same treatment she gave to him.

But all he knew was, her love was now straying when she walked further away from him.

And he couldn't stop her.

To Be Continued