Title: Konoha Garden
Chapters: 7? (hope to make it short…but looks like it's not happening)
Rated: NC-17/R
Pairing: SasuNaru, and others
Summary: AU, Yaoi, Naruto is 18, so everyone else is aged correspondingly.
Naruto lives in a brothel run by his aunt, Tsunade. He is talked into cross-dressing as a girl to serve a group of royal nobles one night, and all goes horribly wrong when his identity is found out by none other than Sasuke.
Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto, just want to write out my SasuNaru fantasy and some smut.
Thank you to everyone who offered their beta services. ) Much appreciated!
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Light broke through the sheer curtains, casting a pale glow around the still room. Lying beneath the blankets, Sasuke and Naruto snuggled together for warmth. The pair was entwined in such a way that it was hard for one to move without waking the other. Currently that was the dilemma Sasuke was going through. He had an appointment with Kakashi at the palace to do some taijutsu training with Rock Lee and his father, but he did not want to leave the soft warmth that was wrapped around him. If he had to leave, he didn't want to wake the slumbering blond who was doing the wrapping.
Sasuke sighed in defeat as he looked at Naruto's sleeping face. It was incredible and unbelievable what things he did the night before, and perhaps also the night before that. He still needed to find out what exactly happened on the first night, but his attention was always getting distracted. What surprised him more was that he did genuinely like the blond despite his annoying and ill tempered nature. 'Ill tempered? Ha, who was he to say that?'
Sasuke knew he was a cold bastard, and he knew he was an even a colder one around people. However it was the only way he knew that effectively pushed people away. He didn't need anyone. He was alone and he accepted that a long time ago. Sasuke could not face betrayal from another person close to his heart, which was why he created an armour to drive people away.
His usual stoic mask was replaced with ill concealed expressions that belied his true nature every time he saw the blond. He didn't know whether it was the blond's words or actions that intrigued him so much, but there was, undeniably, an attraction. Perhaps it was because the blond was everything he once desired to be. Whatever it was, he felt his soul respond. Without a doubt, Naruto was the other side of the coin.
But what were they now? Now that they have done such intimate things together, were they lovers? Certainly they were no longer just friends. Sasuke pondered over the issue with a growing sense of dread. Perhaps he should have taken things slower? But last night's activities were not engineered, they just happened. Did Naruto feel the same way? Sasuke stopped breathing when a thought occurred to him. What if Naruto did this with everyone? He clamped his eyes shut as a sharp pain stabbed at his chest. He was not ready for yet another betrayal.
Sasuke shifted a little, attempting to free his leg from the tangled mess of limbs, but Naruto only stirred slightly before pulling him in tighter, determined not to let go of his warm pillow, even in his sleep. Sasuke gave in, and opted to wake the blond instead. He really should get going soon. And possibly get away from the blond who easily messed up his tidy world and think over some things.
Sasuke gently called the blond's name as he shook his shoulder. Naruto stirred and squirmed a little before settling back to sleep, mumbling, "5 more minutes, hag…" Sasuke narrowed his eyes in suspicion. He had a feeling that five minutes to Naruto would equate to thirty minutes or more. So he did the only thing he could think of.
He pinched the blond's nose and covered his mouth. Smirking, Sasuke waited. He looked at Naruto with dismay when the blond failed to produce any immediate reaction. But then, Naruto started yawning and finally he squinted at Sasuke with a frown, still half asleep.
"Sasuke…?" The blond whispered sleepily before snuggling closer, rubbing the length of his body against the young lord. He dipped his head beneath the lord's chin to lick the pale neck from the throat to jaw, "Mmm, Sasuke…ramen…daisuki." The blond continued to administer small bites and licks over the young lord's neck while Sasuke found his heart beating fast and hard in his chest. He knew the blond was dreaming (and probably had mistaken his neck for ramen), but Sasuke couldn't deny the pleasurable sensations that was causing him to shiver, and he found himself quickly aroused.
"Naruto…." Sasuke tried again, feebly. Naruto was now on top of the young lord, and had directed his half lidded eyes to his meal. Their eyes met and a silence passed while Sasuke shifted uncomfortably, his erection now fully awakened. Naruto's eyes slowly widened, coupled with his face rapidly heating up. He was now fully awake.
Naruto wanted to hide, in some dark place where the other boy couldn't see him. 'Oh my god…was I just trying to eat Sasuke's neck?' The blond took on a look between panic and embarrassment. Part of him wanted to hide, while the other part wanted to continue what he was doing. A hardness pressed into his thighs, and he realised with further mortification what he had done, in his sleep no less.
Sasuke blushed prettily before looking away first. Whether he was just as embarrassed or indifferent, Naruto did not get to ponder before Sasuke abruptly pushed him off. Naruto yelped as his world suddenly toppled, and Sasuke got up from the bed quickly. The young lord gathered his scattered clothes and dressed quickly, the whole time avoiding Naruto's hurt and puzzled gaze. As he was about to step out the room, Naruto finally found his voice.
"Sasuke?" He squeaked timidly.
But the young lord didn't turn back, "Don't follow me," was all he said.
Sakura heard someone in the hallway. It sounded like Sasuke, but these days she seemed to see and hear him everywhere. It was too early in the morning for anyone in the brothel to be awake. She peered curiously out her door. It was silent as there wasn't a single person in the quiet hallway. Sakura blew out a breath, berating herself for thinking that Sasuke would be in Naruto's room. It was impossible.
She was about to go back in when the door to Naruto's room opened. Standing at the exit was a boy, or was it a man? His long graceful silhouette spilled over the hallway from the sunlight in the room. His head was bowed, his shoulders were taut, but without a doubt, Sakura knew who it was. Inside the room, a very ruffled looking Naruto sat on his futon, amidst his blankets, staring at the boy at the door.
"Sasuke?" She heard him whimper. 'What is going on?' Sakura pulled her head back and shut the door softly, as the young lord closed the door and started towards her. 'Just what is going on?' The pink-haired girl leaned against her door, eyes wide, mouth agape. But she knew what she just saw. Sakura's eyes hardened, even as tears spilled down her flushed cheeks.
'What was that' Sasuke asked himself stupidly. 'What did I do that for?' Sasuke knew his actions were cold and probably very confusing to the blond, but he needed to get away. He needed time to think properly, without his erection or with his blond lapping his neck. 'Gods, that was nice though.'
Sasuke strode down the hallway and out of the house of pleasure. Blinded momentarily by the light outside, he realised that his appointment with Kakashi was well overdue. Sasuke continued to move down the awakening street with anger for his own stupidity rising with every step. 'What is your problem? Why couldn't you just sit there and talk to him?' Sasuke silently admonished himself. But he knew the answer: he was afraid. He wasn't sure whether the blond would reciprocate his feelings, and he didn't want to bare his raw self so openly again. On top of that, his hard flesh was begging to do the talking.
By the time he reached Iruka's ramen stand, Sasuke was able to regain his composure and steel himself from further self-loathing. He spied his mentor and taijutsu master leaning against the ramen counter, smiling at the owner sweetly. Sasuke strode up to the couple and cleared his throat loudly to get their attention.
"Irasshaimase!" The man behind the counter piped nervously, looking up with relief. He had the look of a trapped animal, with Kakashi who was halfway into the counter smiling at his prey. The grey haired mentor didn't bother to look away from his object of affection, but greeted his master nevertheless.
"Ah, good morning, Sasuke-sama."
Sasuke donned his usual cold gaze. "We're late, let's go."
Kakashi held his arm up, level to Iruka's face. His eyes quickly flickered from Iruka to his watch and back, minimising the time his eyes spent away from the man's face. Iruka, already flushed with embarrassment, squirmed under the leering gaze uncomfortably.
"We're not late. We're just two hours past the meeting time," Kakashi said without any intention of leaving soon.
Sasuke scowled. "Suit yourself," he muttered under his breath before stalking off towards the palace training grounds. Behind him, he could hear a slap and Iruka's voice yelling at Kakashi. Moments later, he was joined by his mentor who sported a huge grin under his mask.
Back in the palace gardens, the golden carps gathered like hungry wolves, devouring every scrap of food he dropped into the pond. Gaara stared off at the shimmering pond, created by the group of carps. He sighed restlessly, and closed his eyes. In his cross legged position, Gaara tried to meditate, pulling himself slowly away from the world and listening for his inner peace. Sounds of men grunting and scuffling floated to his ears. Perhaps even his inner soul yearned for battle, Gaara thought, before realising that the sounds were actually coming from the far right, barely audible over the sounds of splashing water.
Gaara stood up and stared off to the direction where the sound was coming from and slowly followed it. It lead him to a wide empty plain of dirt, save some choices of weapons sitting on shelves around the arena and two green blurs which danced around the vicinity.
"Too slow! Where is that youthful energy! Show me your heart!" A deep voice roared.
"Yes, father!" A younger sounding male replied.
Looking harder, Gaara made out two men, both in weird green jumpsuits that hugged their bodies unattractively, and they looked frighteningly similar. The pair moved at high speeds while throwing kicks and punches at each other.
The older man threw a punch that landed clean against his opponent's stomach and he looked over at Gaara while the younger man doubled over.
"Shounen! Take up your weapons and come spar with us! Let's all burn off that excess energy!"
Having recovered from the punch, Rock Lee stood up and looked at Gaara curiously. "Is that alright, Dad? Sasuke could turn up any minute, and I don't know if this guy is up for it."
"Don't worry about Sasuke, son. Kakashi won't turn up unless he's at least three hours late," Gai replied, giving his son the thumbs-up with his teeth flashing. Rock Lee returned the smile, knowing full well he could trust that pose.
Shikamaru stood outside the princess' room, with a dreary face. It was not that he hated the princess from Sand, but she definitely didn't like him. He pulled his mouth back into a forced smile, and knocked discreetly.
"Who is it?" A faint female voice asked.
"Nara Shikamaru. You don't need to open the door, don't even bother to let me in. I just want to let you know there's a ball tonight where you can meet and flirt."
Temari opened the door and looked at the smiling teenager from head to toe. 'Oh it's him.' She turned back around and sat at the table, leaving the door open, yet not inviting him in.
Shikamaru dropped his fake grin and raised his eyebrows. The man's expression changed so comically that Temari couldn't help but suppress a giggle. He didn't try to enter though, deciding it was safer to stay outside the lioness's den to convey the message.
"There's going to be ball held tonight and there will be many royal nobles there from every family. It's usually held every year for young nobles and ladies to meet. You should probably go." Temari grimaced at the bluntness, but chose to ignore his indifference. 'Wasn't he in the running too? Why isn't he trying to impress me?'
"So what have you got planned for me today?" She asked, hoping to see more of the rich country that will become her home soon.
"Nothing."
"What?" Temari was annoyed again by the man's indifference.
"Don't you need the whole day to get ready for the ball or something? Like a nice dress, make up, hair, nails—"
"Oh goodness, you're right! Send for the beauticians right away!" Temari exclaimed, completely forgetting about her earlier annoyance with Shikamaru. Her mind was now totally absorbed with readying herself to be at her finest tonight.
Shikamaru scowled, and turned to the guard standing outside the door. "Did you hear her?" The guard bowed, and ran off in quickly. He looked back at the princess, but she was no longer there. He could hear her rummaging through her belongings inside her chambers, and sighed. 'Women.'
He nodded to the remaining guard, who closed the door and repositioned himself. Shikamaru turned to the next room. The first prince of Sand opened the door, shortly after the first knock and smiled politely.
"Good morning." Kankurou welcomed him, and moved aside, beckoning him in.
Shikamaru entered and sat down by the table. "Were you busy, your Highness?"
"Please call me Kankurou," The prince offered graciously. "And no, I'm just studying some of your doll ornaments." He gestured to the small doll that sat on the table staring back at them with glassy eyes. Shikamaru resisted a shudder; he personally thought dolls were a little too creepy with those eyes.
"There'll be a noble gathering tonight, mainly to let the princess meet some members of the royal family. Strictly speaking, you don't have to attend, but it is best that you at least make an appearance," Shikamaru said, then smiled at Kankurou. "I'm sure my noble cousins are looking forward to meeting you, both females and males."
Kankurou chuckled at the obvious implication of Shikamaru's words. "I'm dying to meet them all."
Shikamaru smirked, grateful that the prince had taken the joke so good-naturedly. "If you want, I could take you to the doll-masters in town. The best are found here in the capital."
"Great!" Kankurou beamed, completely enthralled by the idea.
"H-his highness left his chambers approximately ten minutes ago. I was ordered not to follow s-so I dared not disobey. The prince w-was…"
"That's fine. If he gets back, tell him that I'm going out with Shikamaru," Kankurou told the stuttering guard. The poor man seemed scared out of his wits, not that anyone could blame him. Gaara is very frightening to strangers, whether or not he tries to be.
"Looks like he's not in. Where could he be?"
"Around somewhere. The guards at the front gate would have told me if any of you left." Shikamaru scrunched his eyebrows together. "Maybe we should try the training grounds," he suggested, as he led the Sand prince towards the botanical garden.
Kankurou's eye lit up, "Yes, that sounds right. He has been looking very restless lately. Maybe he's blowing off some steam there."
There were sounds of running, and Temari's voice broke through the air.
"Hey! Where are you two going? I'm coming too!"
Shikamaru and Kankurou stopped in their tracks and turned to meet the blond princess. "Hey Tem, don't you need to get pampered or something?"
"Yes, the beauticians will be here in half an hour. I've got nothing to do until then. So where are you off to?" She asked, pointedly ignoring Shikamaru's existence.
Kankurou smirked inwardly at his sister's outright display of rudeness. It seemed that the bored looking noble bothered her more than most people. She was usually unaffected, so the effect Shikamaru was having on his sister was interesting.
Shikamaru did not mind that the Sand princess was ignoring him. In fact he was glad that he didn't have to deal with her. He turned away from the conversation and stared at the clouds moving slowly in the sky. He closed his eyes and sighed. It always felt so relaxing, as if time had lagged whenever he watched the clouds.
"Hey you!"
"Stop it, Tem. His name is Shikamaru."
"Whatever. Hey, take us to the training grounds."
Shikamaru looked back at the pair and smiled serenely, his mind having been washed over with peace, "Sure." And he turned and headed towards the gardens, leaving Temari's heart beating a little faster than normal. 'What was that smile?' She thought as she followed the young man quietly.
By the time they arrived, Sasuke found Lee sparring with someone he didn't recognise. This unknown person was keeping his cousin on his toes, barely able to attack. Sasuke looked at Kakashi questioningly, but his mentor seemed as clueless as he was. Kakashi walked up to Gai casually with his excuse for being late ready.
"Yo, this pregnant lady's water suddenly broke so I had to take her to the hospital, and being the nice person I am, I made sure she had a safe delivery before I left."
But Gai was not listening. His attention was focused entirely on the pair of boys currently fighting. "Umm…." Kakashi looked at Gai, waiting for a response. Finally looking at his life-long rival, Gai flashed his pearly whites.
"Your late entrances are so out of fashion now, Kakashi. You really need to go with the times. Being early is the trend nowadays."
"Uh…so when are we sparring?" Kakashi asked, ignoring the comment.
Gai frowned. "Well, I thought we were only going to give Lee some light exercise, but this boy seems stronger than he appears. His defence is tight. Very tight."
Kakashi looked at Sasuke to get his opinion but he didn't need to after all. He could tell that Sasuke also thought that this 'Gaara' character was strong.
"Alright! Break!" Gai shouted to the duelling youngsters. The pair automatically stopped. Sweating profusely from the exertion, they walked over to Gai.
"I'm Rock Lee, the green beast of Konoha, what is your name?" Lee asked, still breathing heavily. He was curious to find out more about this redhead that he failed to land a punch on.
"Gaara," the Sand prince replied. Before Lee could ask further questions, the boy turned and walked away. As he passed Sasuke, their eyes locked for a moment, silently sizing each other up, and then the gaze broke. Gaara walked over to the trio who had arrived and were standing by the door.
"So you really are here," Kankurou said with a smile. His little brother seemed to have found someone to exercise with, and looked somewhat less gloomy as usual.
"Gaara, who's that guy over there?" Temari whispered shyly, pointing at Sasuke.
"The green beast of Konoha." Gaara replied without looking. Shikamaru turned away to hide his smile. He knew fully well who Temari was referring to, and it couldn't have been Rock Lee.
"Huh?" Temari looked perplexed, and looked at Shikamaru. "Hey, why is he called the gree—"
"Princess Temari, your beauticians are here." A guard standing outside the arena bowed.
"He'll be at the party tonight." Shikamaru answered her, with a smirk. She was about to question further, but thought better of it, and scowled at him before following the guard to her rooms. She now had her heart set on being the most beautiful girl at the ball tonight.
"Did you manage to cool down a little? You've been kind of strained lately," Kankurou asked his brother with a little concern. Despite his sibling's icy exterior, he knew that Gaara did care for his family and country deeply, and Kankurou was ready to forgive the attitude so long as he knew that he cared.
"Hey, I know a friend who works at this place that gives really good massages, I could take you there to relax a bit before the party tonight."
'Party?' Gaara shot his brother a questioningly look, Kankurou nodded with a smile.
"Let's go Gaara, Shikamaru's taking us out." Kankurou ushered his sweaty brother along. Gaara took one last look at Sasuke, and left with the others. Something was bothering him.
'He smells….nice,' Gaara thought.
"Hey Lee, maybe we should stop for today. You look really tired," Gai said with concern. Lee checked his watch, and nodded. "Father, I have to go now. I have a meeting with Neji and Kiba. I told you last night remember?"
Gai's eyes widened. "Oh! Yes, son! Ganbatte! I will put in good words for you!" Gai roared encouragingly, his eyes filling up with tears.
"Otou-san!" Lee exclaimed, also getting teary-eyed, hugged his father tightly. He let go and ran out of the arena quickly. Gai turned back to Kakashi and flashed his good guy pose.
"My son's youth is blossoming! Since he's not here, let us begin the 56th fight! I will get my revenge today!" Gai shouted with renewed vigour. Kakashi, who had during the entire scene gotten bored and pulled out his book to read, looked up.
"Do we need to?" Kakashi asked a little exasperated. He was really on a juicy part in his book, but Gai charged at him before he could protest further.
Thirty minutes and one victory later, Gai trotted out of the arena with a happy smile. A moment later, a bored looking Kakashi walked out with his scowling master.
"Sorry, Sasuke-sama. Looks like that Gaara boy stole your training partner and I'm so hungry, I can't move." Kakashi brightened up. "Let's go eat ramen!"
Sasuke threw a death glare at his mentor. "Kakashi, haven't you had enough ramen already?"
"No." His mentor smirked. "Besides, I'm doing research for you!"
"Research! I didn't ask for a ten page report on someone called Iruka!" Sasuke hissed through his teeth. He was still annoyed that he read through the entire report that his teacher gave him. He hadn't gleaned any actual information from it about the blond.
"Ah! But Iruka knows more, so let's go ask him!" Sasuke threw another death glare at his teacher, but decided to follow anyway. The report did mention that Iruka did know Naruto very well.
'Ah…so peaceful,' Iruka thought, as he served his customers. Ever since Kakashi showed up, his virginity had been in constant danger. But today, the dangerous aura that was emitted from that man was gone, for a few hours at least.
Iruka blushed as he remembered how Kakashi doted on him. Even if he said he hated it, Iruka felt himself missing the man's constant presence. Engrossed in his own thoughts, the shop owner failed to register the familiar prickling sensation at the back of his neck that signalled Kakashi's presence.
"Iruka sensei…" Kakashi sighed into the man's ear with hot breath.
Iruka, who had been cutting the vegetables at the time, sliced his finger in shock. "Ah, you're bleeding," Kakashi exclaimed, and then promptly drew the man's bleeding finger into his mouth. Iruka looked more concerned about the man currently sucking his finger than his finger itself.
"Hatake-san! Stop it! And I'm not your sensei!" Iruka yelled, trying to beat the leech away from his finger.
"Uh, dun he so meen, yu sed yud tech me ow to ake rwamen oh, don't be mean, you said you'd teach me how to make ramen," Kakashi mumbled. He was still sucking Iruka's finger, which was no longer bleeding. Iruka saw his chance and yanked his finger away. He gave Kakashi a warning look before grabbing a box of band aids from under the counter.
"Ah, welcome! What would you like?" Iruka asked, welcoming Sasuke. The young lord sat down on the stool, and leaned his elbows onto the counter top.
"Did Naruto come today?" He asked, attempting to sound indifferent. Iruka's eyes widened, and he started frowning.
"You know, now that you've mentioned it, he hasn't shown up today. He comes here at least once a day. I wonder if he's okay….Hatake-san! I can put the band aid on myself!"
Sasuke scowled. The blond's absence probably had something to do with him. It was true his actions were uncalled for. He really should go back and apologise. But apologising was something Sasuke never did. If he went back, he knew his already dented armour would break. He would be vulnerable once again.
'But maybe it's okay to show him my weakness.' Sasuke pondered the issue while Kakashi and Iruka continued to banter. "What's Naruto's favourite ramen?" Sasuke asked suddenly.
Iruka stopped mid-way from pushing Kakashi off of the counter. "Oh, miso. Did you want that?" Sasuke nodded, and Iruka smiled. "Right away, sir."
Sasuke stared off in the direction of Konoha Garden. He wondered what the blond was doing now. He hoped the boy wanted some ramen.
Insistent banging woke Shizune from her slumber, and she groaned while stretching. She had fallen asleep in one of the cubicles from exhaustion last night. Standing quickly, she ran to open the door.
Standing outside were three boys, one of which Shizune recognised as Shikamaru, the noble that Ino was bragging about.
"My Lords, how may I help you?" She asked sweetly.
"Well, Naruto told me you offered excellent massage services here. So we came to try it out," Shikamaru answered. "By the way, is he here?"
"Yes! Please come in!" Shizune ushered the trio inside. The other two boys seemed foreign from their style of clothing. She gave them a flirtatious smile and winked. Foreigners usually meant money, and when they were brought by a noble, it meant even more money. "Please wait here, while I go fetch him." Halfway up the stairs, she paused and turned back to Shikamaru. "Ah, would you like to see Ino?"
Shikamaru blushed, but nodded his approval. Shizune smiled brightly, and continued her journey up to the living quarters. She headed for Naruto's room and banged on it hurriedly. "Naruto!" She hissed, as she continued banging on the door.
The door slid open, and Shizune peeked into the room to see if there were any signs of Sasuke. A puffy-eyed Naruto looked at her and smiled brightly. "What's up?"
"There are three gentlemen here for a massage. One of them is from last time, Shikamaru. The one Ino likes. They want to see you too. So hurry up and get dressed and get your ass down here."
"Kay," Naruto replied softly, still smiling. Shizune could tell there was something wrong with the blond, but she didn't have time to look into it as she hurried to Ino's room.
Naruto was the first to leave his room and make his way downstairs. He had spent the entire morning trying to figure out what had happened that morning, but he always arrived at the same conclusion.
'Sasuke hates me.'
Since he could have asked Sasuke why, it wasn't that thought that hurt him the most. It was that all chances of doing that were slashed when Sasuke had told him not to follow. The whole time was spent fighting with himself, from wondering if he should 'chase him anyway?' or being annoyed and deciding 'to hell with him'. Just when Shizune knocked on his door, Naruto had decided that the first option was the best one. Even though he knew there was potential there for more coldness being turned on him, he wanted to try anyway. After being alone for so long and then finally finding someone who feels 'right' to be with, Naruto wasn't about to let him go. Having made that decision he had felt much better, and now he was ready to meet his next job with full enthusiasm. He couldn't wait to go find Sasuke.
"Shikamaru! Are you here for ME?" Naruto asked his friend when he came into view with all smiles and laughter. Shikamaru blushed slightly before answering. "No, idiot. But my friends are. This is Gaara, and Kankurou. They're from the Sand. Take care of them will you?"
Naruto laughed at Shikamaru's unintended joke. "Yeah, yeah sure. You guys like boys do you?" He teased, wiggling his eyebrows. Shikamaru grunted and chose to ignore the jibe, while Kankurou held up his hands in protest. Naruto giggled at Kankurou's mortified expression. He felt jade eyes boring into him from the side and he turned around to find a boy about the same age with rusty red hair and a tattoo on his forehead. The boy was staring at him with such intensity that Naruto felt a little embarrassed, which was rare since he usually thrived in attention.
"Shikamaru!" Ino screamed as she jumped onto the young lord with Shizune and Tenten following behind. Tenten descended the stairs gracefully and bowed to the foreigners. Having recovered from Ino's tackle, Shikamaru barely managed to introduce the nobles as foreign ambassadors from Sand before being yanked upstairs by Ino.
Tenten and Shizune went to stand by Kankurou and Gaara respectively, and invited them to their rooms. Kankurou followed the graceful girl with no objections, relieved that it wasn't the blond who was providing the massage. However, Gaara remained rooted to the spot, still staring openly at Naruto.
"Ano sa….Shizune is a pretty good masseuse. You won't be disappointed!" Naruto encouraged. 'What is his problem?' He wondered.
Shizune tried once again to urge the redhead upstairs but the young man refused to budge. Shizune sweat dropped, not sure how to handle the moody young man. Seeing her dilemma, Naruto offered a half-hearted suggestion.
"Do you seriously want me to do it?" Naruto chuckled at his own joke, but stopped short when he saw the redhead nod gravely. 'Shit,' Naruto thought.
"That's Naruto." Shizune said to the foreigner sweetly, while throwing the blond a pleading look. "Naruto's the best here. I'll take you to his room," Shizune murmured quickly, and pushed the boy upstairs. She was a little surprised that her plan worked and the boy was finally moving.
Naruto rolled his eyes. 'Not again.'
Sasuke ran as fast as possible, trying not to spill the takeaway ramen as he ran towards Konoha Garden.
'You better feel like some ramen, Dobe.'
TBC. Comments?
Glossary (If I miss some things, or get the meanings wrong, please let me know):
-sama : addressing a master
-san: polite way of addressing someone
-chan: a close and informal way of addressing someone
-baba: rude way of saying grandma
teme: bastard
ano sa: you know
dobe: dead last
usurakontachi: moron of morons
taijutsu: any form of body combat
daisuki: like you lots, love you
Otou-san: dad/father
Irasshaimase: welcome (to the shop)
Shounen: young men, boy