A/n: Here's chapter 2! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! - reviews make me happy.
Meant To Live for More
Chapter 2: Not In the Script
Naruto couldn't help but grin when he got to see Sasuke in full costume for the first time, but at the same time couldn't help but think. 'Daamn Ino did a good job! Sasuke-bastard almost looks…cute. If he were a girl I mean, cause well youknowwhywouldIlikeanassholesasuke, I'mnotgayorsomethin.'
He was snapped from his thoughts when he saw Sakura from the corner of his eye. She was half hidden behind one of the painted trees off to the side mouthing his lines. He nodded slightly to Sakura. His attention was back on the smiling Sasuke. "Now princess, is it not true a man cannot live without his heart?"
Sasuke strode out of the doorway completely, past Naruto, and was now on the front of the stage looking out over the audience. The spot light following his every step. "Silly prince, a man cannot function without A heart. It does not have to be his own." He looked over his shoulder at the blonde, the black locks from the wig draping over his shoulder in silky waves.
The prince raised an eyebrow. "Amused by the wits that the princess possessed he posed one last question." The speakers echoing Sakura's voice. She had a microphone back stage for the scenes that needed narration, when her appearance on stage was not needed.
"Tell me then princess, if I may not have my heart, whose heart will I be given, so that I may have pulse in this dead man's veins?" Naruto walked up beside Sasuke as he spoke. Sasuke turned to look at him, his eyes a glitter from the on shinning lights strung across the ceiling.
"I give you my own heart, dear prince…" as he spoke his voice was both quiet, and sincere. That single line had so much feeling in it, as if the two really were…in love. Naruto tried his best to keep his blush at bay, but to no avail, Sasuke was a very endearing girl.
Now was the hardest part of the play. The only spot that even Sasuke, who was known for never being intimidated, was rendered unnerved. Naruto took a hold on the Uchiha's hand. "I couldn't ask for more…" was his reply as their faces drew closer.
'Why did it have to be the dobe?'
'Ugh! I hate this part! Bet Sasuke-teme likes it and is just playing like his grossed out. Heh.'
'Just look at it this way. If I puke…it'll be all over Naruto…'
They drew closer, inching almost painfully slow, some people in the audience on the edge of their seats waiting for one of the most anticipated parts of this whole affair. After travels that led down an endless path and constant battles with the knight, the princess's heart being the prize, the prince would finally have…
Ino, alone with all the other girls backstage couldn't peel there eyes away. "I love this part…" one squeaked.
"How close are they planning to get? I don't want Sasuke to smudge his lipstick. It took me forever to get it on him." Came Ino's input.
"I hate this part actually," came Temari's voice. The other girls looking at her in utter disbelief. "He gets sooo close and then the knight has to come along and…OH MY GOSH!"
Sasuke was not happy with the situation. This was not what was rehearsed! Temari was supposed to bust in a while ago. They were almost actually kissing!
'Where the hell is sh-'
A plastic sword spun behind Naruto's head narrowly missing him, before landing in the aisle with a thump. He jumped in surprise. 'What the hell? That wasn't in the script!'
He jerked his head in the direction the sword was thrown and his blue eyes met green.
Temari stood on the balcony of a tower off to the left of the stage, a smirk played across her pale lips. "Did you really expect me to leave it at 'only a prince can marry the princess'?" She held onto the banister and threw her legs over, landing with a soft thud. "I don't care what your rank may be, but I swear on my crest, as long as there is blood in my veins." She pointed a small dagger at Naruto. "You, 'dear' Prince shall not win fair lady's heart."
Naruto drew his sword a grin plastered on his face. This would be his favorite fight scene. He remembered rehearsing it on his free periods with Temari in the empty math room, each one discussing moves and eventually getting sick of the sentence 'You know what would be cool…' but using it every time. Temari couldn't stop smiling, as well, as she rushed forward displaying her best battle call. "DIE!"
The prince ducked as the dagger swung over his head, bringing his leg around to take out her ankles. She cart wheeled off to the side successfully evading the attack. She could clearly remember the enormous bruise she had gotten trying to pull that off in the English room, only to find the desk was not as far off as she thought it was.
Sasuke gasped dramatically as he ran down the steps and off to the side of the auditorium. "Come on PRINCE!"
"So eager to die, knight!"
Temari stood at the edge of the stage, her back to the on looking audience, as Naruto rushed at her. One second before the sword would have poked her in the chest she back flipped off of the stage landing a few feet away. Naruto jumped down after her chasing her up the aisle, causing the people in the first few rows to turn around to watch.
Temari thrust her dagger at Naruto, who back hand sprung, dodging her blow. Another memory. Temari had no problem pulling off flips and such. She was in gymnastics, but teaching Naruto…was a different story. The two grinned like fools once he pulled it off and ran at Temari his sword making contact with Temari's side.
"Point." The prince said smugly, before Temari's foot made solid contact with the side of his head causing him to tumble over, hitting someone's chair. The two had decided they would actually fight to improve the quality of this school play of theirs, saying that only making it look like they were hitting each other made it seem so…well fake.
"Point!"
The Prince stood as the knight looked. He glared over at her. "I will win this!"
"This dagger will insure your defeat!"
The two rushed head long at one another weapons drawn. The intent of killing the other in their eyes until…
"Stop!" Temari's face was replaced with Sasuke's. The princess had jumped in between the two rivals. He staggered on his feet slightly leaning into Naruto, whose eyes widened in shock when he discovered where the blade of his sword had sheathed itself. In the gut of Sasuke was a blade. Well, not really it was a retractable plastic blade…but it worked well as a prop. The knight was also shocked to find his dagger in her back.
The three stood still, in a pretend shock. Sasuke fell into Naruto who had caught his slim form in his arms. His blue eyes narrowed over at Temari who still had not moved. The knight spoke.
"Why must she meet such an end…?"
"Go home before the kings men come in search of his daughter's murderer…" Came Naruto's shaky voice.
"And what will become of you?" Her green eyes now directed at the prince who stood holding his bleeding love.
"Me? Why I will be left to rot in her father's dungeon."
"What?"
"I wish to be close to her…" He held Sasuke bridal style as he made his way back towards the stage. Temari scoffed.
"Let me assure you, her soul will not rest in a dungeon!"
"That dungeon is within a tower, reaching for the sky. That is as close as I can be to her as long as my soul is held down by this body…by my unforgivable sin." Naruto looked over his shoulder, now on stage, at the knight who was standing in the aisle. "I suggest you go to confession, there is room for only one man who dare slain the one he loves."
The curtain drew to a close and Temari ran out of the exit at the end of the aisle. When she swung the doors open she ran into someone sending them tumbling backwards and causing her to trip. "I am so sorry!" When she looked up from the white tile of the school hallway she saw a stunned Shikamaru.
"How troublesome." He got to his feet and helped Temari up.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be back stage?"
"I can't sleep back there with your big mouth reciting lines, besides…I wanted to give you this." He held out a white rose with a tag on it. "I couldn't drag around a big assortment…that would be a real pain, I got this instead."
She smiled and read the tag:
Dear Temari,
Congrats on your first play. You did a great job in rehearsals, and even better tonight.
Only you could pull off being a man.
Her smile faltered after she read the last line, but was still grateful, the only problem was when she looked up from the tag, he was gone.