A/N: Sorry about the (extremely) late update people. I got grounded from my computer for a month after my parents found some… Questionable material on it . So yes, here I am again and here is the next chapter for you. I also wanted to make this one better for you since you've had to wait—I hope it meets the bar . Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Warnings: Ugh… I am slightly mad that I've mad this SasuNaru so fluffy. But I guess the AU makes amends for that and you guys seem to like it. So yeah, maybe some fluffiness, maybe Sasuke will get back into character (j/k). As always the chance for citrus, lime and lemon parts remains. So keep your eyes peeled in case you don't want to read that stuff.
Cerulean Change: Chapter 9
Two forms sat mere inches from each other on a black soft couch. They knew they had time to be alone and both teenagers took advantage of the moments where Anko was absent to act out how they felt after the events from the day before. All the stresses that now weighed on them heavily made the need for sexual escape escalate and consume both prince and peasant. To either one of them the other had no better social status, they felt no higher or lower influence when they were this closeas everything became one. They were on the same level both physically and mental—that is when Naruto stops being loud and obnoxious. And in light of this connection they did just that; connect.
Sasuke leaned in abruptly after seeing Anko exit and captured the blonde's soft lips in his own, starting slow and simple and then eventually pushing in for a more needy touch and caress. Naruto's body couldn't help but immediately react to the warm lips that incased him and automatically his hands grasped his koi's body wherever he could; only wanting to get closer to the burning heat that lived inside the icy cold exterior Sasuke only dropped for him. And for those moments in between, when black pools met cerulean, every little thing didn't matter anymore. Only the heat and electricity between the two unfulfilled souls sufficed to fill in the gaps and complete the molded shape.
And what a shape it was. The rough tan skin and blonde locks mixed as opposite to the creamy pale toned skin and black locks; it created a ying-yang that span around with every second as the polar opposites pulled together in an unbreakable, intangible bond.
Naruto felt so high and out of mind in Sasuke's warmth that he didn't even notice the sarcastic noise and clearing throat from across the room until Sasuke pulled away reluctantly all too soon. Both boys' faces registered what they were doing and who saw it and immediately tinged a slight pink when they turned to meet the gaze of Anko. Without a word they parted embrace and sat on opposite ends of the couch in guilt awaiting her words.
Anko could only smile and laugh at the sight before her. Here were two obviously in love teenage boys (only proving Naruto's story more), one of which she knew very personally and all they could think about was how much she would disapprove of there kissing. Anko placed a genuine smile on her face and walked over to the couch, putting her elbows on the back of it and cupping her chin with her awaiting hands. She tried to make eye contact with Sasuke to let him know with her eyes that she wasn't angry; but he diverted his own and stared instead at the ever-interesting wall. Anko lifted up and put her hands on her hips like a pseudo-mother hen and curled her eyebrows in a fake frown.
"What is your deal? Really, do you think I'm going yell at you runts for a little mouth-to-mouth resuscitation?" Both boys' blush increased after that. "Oh give me a break. It's not like I'm one to judge love or anything of that sort. Don't feel embarrassed about something as simple as kissing, geez."
Naruto cocked his eyebrow at his old friend.
"You...You don't disapprove of—that?" Anko shook her head with a giggle.
"I think it's rather cute actually." And with that, she proceeded to tackle the poor teenager into a headlock and bang him on the head a few times lovingly to further his embarrassment.
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Nighttime phased the dark streets of Camnio into purplish black, with the stars as a canopy to make up for the absent moon. The vagrant wind blew cool gusts into every crevice and stone piece in town to soothe the aches and pains of a hard day in the sun.
Flickering yellowish lights dotted the dirt roadway as families ate peacefully in their homes and wanderers meandered lazily upon the sidewalks of the living city. As a nighttime constant, shops and restaurants stood ready and open even in the waning hours for patrons who had money to spare to feel welcome in presence of extraverts like themselves. All across the business-lined streets you could see men and women laughing and talking; some drunk and wobbling around as lackluster as ever; others high on whatever substance they could find in order to forget their troubles and get lost in the spirits of fun and pleasure.
And yet even with the lively folk, who so accented the dreary cold night as stars on a page of black, you could find shapes and figures of mass looming in the dark corners and alleyways of the town; holding themselves from light as spectators and doing so for a purpose—To be left alone. To consume nothing and be nothing as the shadows they would cast in light.
There was one such figure crouching silently in the shadows of a run-down home, with cloak drawn tightly against its form to darken its presence and forebode any passing fancy to look away in trepidation. Those cold green eyes cut through the heavy air and pierced so easily at the perspicuous scene it set its gaze upon. The countenance of this tall, unwavering form gave away the fact that no matter what it was it was looking for, this one was sure to get it.
'My life and I are about as interesting as dirt… No wonder no one gives me so much as a second look…'
Iruka lay strewn across his couch with his hands in a dramatic pose over his forehead. His legs dangled in slow circles over the edge of the armrest as he mused to himself in his dark front room... How was he going to get the elusive Anko to fall for him?... He simply could not understand how one woman could be so hard to get. That fact, of course, also played her strengths and made him go for her that much stronger. But still. He had been trying for ages (A/N: straight man ages translate to weeks and months ) to get under her skin and she had only recently begun to remember his name and give him the time of day. And even that had taken some feat of persistence.
It had been a game of sarcasm and double entendre sentences since they first met only one short month ago. He sat down after a day's honest work in a barstool, waiting for the usual bar ditz to come and take his order like he expected from every other pub in town. And as the story almost blatantly leads on, he didn't exactly get some ditz to wait on him, but none other than Anko herself. Iruka had seen her before somewhere and recognized her name from conversations of drunken losers chuckling at the thought of a "sweet young thing" doing such dirty work.
Regardless of what others said, as soon as he laid his eyes on her he fell instantly in love. It was, for Iruka in particular, a very rare type of feeling because he was never one for simple romanticism and never thought he would have that childish of a thing happen to him… But damn if he didn't light up inside when she smiled at him. And so, ever since then Iruka made it a point to get her attention one way or another. Finally—and he chuckled to himself when he remembered this—he got Anko to agree to hang out with him by using her own words against her. He tripped her in her own sentence and knew that she couldn't say no. It also seemed apparent to him that she wasn't going to say no anyway. She looked genuinely interested in Iruka and he wasn't going to damper one of his last romantic chances by his own self doubt.
So here he was, trying to place in his mind a correct way to go about getting her without scaring/alienating her by coming on strongly; or not doing anything at all and letting the opportunity fall through his hands. It was a difficult situation to make good decisions with, so Iruka decided that he'd let whatever happen, happen.
…And what about her "company" as she so conspicuously put it. She didn't have another man in her life did she? That would completely shoot his plan to hell if she did. He didn't know her well but it didn't look like she was a family type.
'Oh well… It'd be even better for me if it was just some relative—maybe a nephew or cousin? Definitely not an aunt. Dear god, never an aunt. Or an Uncle… Judging by Anko I wouldn't want to have an uncle of hers breathing down my neck and ruining'
Iruka's lazy musings were put on temporary hold by the knocking coming from his front door. The reveries would have to wait as he rolled his tired eyes and struggled to his tired feet with a grunt…It had been a long day.
Iruka stalked over to the entrance to his humble abode that stood only ten feet away and fumbled with the doorknob to get it open in the darkness of his home. Finally he managed to twist the right piece of metal regardless of whom it was standing at the other side and opened the front door.
Upon seeing the bright smile of the subject of his musings gleam in the dim light of the street Iruka stood up straight to attention and brushed off the imaginary dust from his shirt.
"H-hey Anko! What brings you to this horrible place?" Anko chuckled and shook her head slightly before indulging her friend's idiotic sentence.
"You told me to come and visit you later, remember stupid? And I just so happened to be showing my small friends here the ropes… I thought you'd like to tag along and help, soldier boy." Iruka blush at the sarcastic mention of his job before clearing his throat and noticed for the first time the two boys standing behind his prize. He smiled and nodded at them and they nodded back politely.
"Ok then… Lemme go get ready real quick. I'll be out in a second." Anko nodded and lead the boys to the curb to wait which took longer than usual because of Naruto's injury/complaints.
Sasuke didn't exactly adore the idea at first of meeting new people in Camnio. He thought it was best to keep as low of a profile as possible. But when you stay with a woman like Anko, it is always in ones best interest to agree with her… so he did. She also reminded him of Naruto in so many ways. They both were random and loud and full of over-confidence and not to mention huge egos. He didn't even know her well yet but it seemed that the more time he spent with her, the more she reminded him of Naruto. She was a good thing to have around in general, but two Naruto's spelled out more headaches for him. Sasuke mused to himself more as they sat.
'Damnit… Why didn't I fall for a nice quiet guy like me? Who wouldn't kill my eardrums with every sentence and one who could maybe sit still and stop talking every once in awhile… Oh well, it'll make for great sex later I suppose. GAH, what am I thinking! That boy is doing some strange things to me.'
Before leaving Anko's house that evening, Sasuke remembered his predicament and wanted to make sure that he wouldn't be spotted or recognized by commoners. It wasn't as if the people of Camnio were oblivious to Samnorian royalty and surely he'd be noticed if he walked outside wearing nothing but normal clothes.
"Miss Anko, I insist that we do something precautionary before leaving for town. I'm really not comfortable going out in public totally bare and exposed." Anko cheered up at the polite mention of her name and stroked her imaginary chin for a moment or two before replying with a smile on her face.
"Yeah you're probably right, your highness. And I've got just the thing to help that." Sasuke liked this girl. She wasn't affected by his position at all.
Anko briefly scurried out of the parlor Sasuke was standing in to fish around in her laundry room before returning moments later with something in hand. It was a black cloak type thing that she unfolded and slipped over the prince's head all in one split second. The cloak turned out to be more of a sweater, one that covered like a shirt and had a hood to cover his famous hair and face. It was a normal looking perfect piece of clothing that wouldn't draw attention to him and would still keep his identity safe.
"Does it fit? Good. I'm going to go help Naruto get ready. You should probably be his crutch for the walk since you're more his size." Sasuke agreed readily as she turned to see that the injured blonde had everything ready for the walk.
Sasuke hid it well, but he was actually very excited to see the town for what it was, free from royal blinds and shelters. He wanted to experience the real life as it was lived by all his subjects—including Naruto. And to think, all it took was a little initiative and a great friend and here he was…Free. To Sasuke, everything was going perfectly and nothing could happen to ruin his experience.
It had taken some time to help Naruto out of the house to go to Iruka's because both Anko and Sasuke ended up help the wriggling boy get re-bandaged with clean strips before they left. And even with the new bandages in place it would be a slow process helping him move and walk with all the complaining and yelling he was doing… Sasuke shook his head at the loud-mouth next to him as he stuck his finger in his ear to quell the beating eardrum once more. He then acted as a brace for the blonde boy who finally realized that he'd get to be close to his prince for the walk. The blonde shut up his anger act and placed his arms tentatively around Sasuke and leaned heavily into him, just enough to brush his hips to the other's suggestively.
"SHUT UP AND DO AS I SAY!"
The man's booming voiced echoed unmistakably loud across the walls of the marble throne room. Few of the guards and soldiers ever stayed in the stark, vast room longer than needed—and this one knew he wanted to leave even more than when he entered to do his master's bidding.
"You are just some worthless maggot and you dare to speak to me in a condescending tone?" The soldier in question stood shakily before the throne of the blue robed Sultan without so much as a flea's breath of air to speak with. He knew he had crossed a line with his suggestion and was now spending what he thought to be the last moments of his life trying to take it back.
"N-no sir. What I meant wasn't t-that…" The Sultan Mizukage's electric glare intensified to point where his eyes squinted in hatred.
"Please, oh great clairvoyant one tell me what ELSE you could have meant by that shit spewing out from your wretched tongue! Please, do explain you're reasoning, I for one would like to know your very important opinion." The soldier felt waves of fear wash over him with every sarcastic remark his master added to the sentence. And with the last bit of his will he attempted to reconcile his words.
"I-I simply meant to say that this is an extremely good t-time to go—forth and take what you rightfully deserve… Please brother, understand that I don't want it for my own. I just want to see you flourish in what was supposed to be yours in the first place. I—I'll shut up." The soldier back down from the throne and pitifully bowed to the ground in submission.
"You always were the weak, pitiful one Sancho. You make me sick to share the same blood in my veins as you do—you don't deserve the honor of this family's name. But regardless of your weakness and lack of respect in giving your opinion when I have not asked for it—you do have a point.
Guards, leave us at once and close the chamber door." The stoic statues with spears in their hands peeled themselves from the walls and retreated out the door in an orderly fashion, closing it gently in the process.
Sancho lifted his head slightly in apprehension, resembling a beaten dog ready for another hit. It was never good for him to be in a room alone with his older sibling. More often than not their little 'talks' and 'military intelligence meetings' involved nothing military-related at all. The scars across his body and spirit proved this point even more.
"Brother…P-pleaseplease don't touch me this time. Please, I have an idea that you'd lov" Mizukage kicked him swiftly in the jaw sending him sprawling in the air on his back with a small gash forming on his chin.
"Spare me your insolence boy; I already have a plan… Would you like to hear it?" Sancho knew the question was rhetorical but in light of his sad situation he nodded his head ruefully at the question.
Mizukage smirked at his weak younger brother. The bundle of frightened meat lying before him would never be royal material. All he deserved for his idiocy was a nameless place as a soldier, nothing more. And with this superior thought in mind, the Sultan kneeled to the floor on one knee and crawled on top of the shivering soldier. He placed his mouth and hot breath directly upon Sancho's ear and leaned his larger body against the others before breathing in a low voice:
"I'm going to kill them all…"
I thought you people deserved some sort of cliffhanger . Since when do I not end a chapter with a cliffie? Pfft… Anywho. Please review and gimme some love so I can continue this story. I hope I haven't lost my audience in my absence and if you still are checking for updates (which I really appreciate) then let me know that you care.
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