Disclaimer

The story nor the characters are from my property.

The characters are from "Naruto" by Masashi Kishimoto

This story is an adaptation of the book "The Dare" by Harley Laroux.

WARNING

This story is not intended for anyone under the age of legal adulthood. It contains graphic sexual scenes, including INTENSE fetish, kink, and BDSM-related activities.

This story is intended as fictitious fantasy only.

This story is not intended to be used as a resource for sexual education, or as an informational guide to sex or BDSM.

The scenes within this story are not meant to depict realistic expectations of BDSM or fetish-related activities.

The Kinks/Fetishes Within:

This story contains intense fantasy scenes of hard kinks/edgeplay.

Heavy erotic humiliation, heavy fearplay, heavy painplay, heavy knifeplay, consensual non-consent play (with consent shown), boot worship, spanking, crying, blowjobs, clowns, spit, bondage, light public play, light bloodplay.

Please proceed with caution.

PART I - The Game

A lot of things change after high school. Straight-A students become deadbeats, shy nerds are suddenly married with kids, guys who swore they were going to join the NFL end up joining the Marines instead. People make all kinds of weird decisions once they hit adulthood - like Naruto Uzumaki, for example, decided to start inviting freaks to his parties.

It was late October, Halloween weekend to be exact. The night was cold, an icy breeze whipping up flurries of golden leaves down the quiet suburban streets. Naruto's neighborhood was gated, requiring check-in at the gatehouse before we could even drive our car through. A list of guests had been left with the guard, and he checked it meticulously as I showed him my ID.

"Sakura Haruno, hm?" he said, tapping his pen repeatedly on his clipboard. I gave him a tense, impatient smile, and glanced back at the line of cars that had begun to form behind us. Naruto was known for his massive parties - dozens if not hundreds of guests would fill his parents' massive house, pool, and sizable backyard. That was one thing that hadn't changed after high school: none of us had given up partying.

"And you are…?" the guard glanced past me to the passenger in my Corolla, my best friend since Freshman year.

"Ino Yamanaka," she said, staring down at her phone as she typed. "Do you, like...need my ID or something?"

"No, no, you're alright. So are you ladies headed to a Halloween party?" I could feel the guard's eyes lingering on my body - at least what he could see of it through the window. Both Ino and I had dressed up as angels - slutty, sexy angels. My sheer white bra would've shown off my nipple piercings if it wasn't for the pasties I'd slapped on underneath, and if I happened to bend over in my short satin skirt people would definitely be getting a view of my thong. Our angel wings were small, made of white feathers, clipped to the back of our bras.

"I was getting really tired of this old perv trying to make small talk. I had no doubt he'd already seen our names on the list and was just trying to get us to have a conversation with him. I impatiently glanced back as yet another car pulled into line. The truck right behind us was shaking and rumbling, absolute hell for my ears. Something about the ugly old beast looked familiar...

Then I saw the guy driving, and immediately remembered where I had seen the truck before.

"Fucking Gaara No Sabaku is behind us!" I blurted, as soon as the guard finally buzzed us through. Ino immediately looked up from her phone, turned, and strained in her seat to look into the truck as we left it behind at the gate.

"You have got to be kidding," she said. "Are you sure? I can't see anything with those headlights."

"I saw him. And that's his same old shitty truck."

"You don't...you don't think…" Ino sat back in her seat, giving me a serious look. "You don't think Naruto invited him, do you?"

"Oh God, hell no," I winced in disgust. "Naruto wouldn't invite that weirdo. Not after what happened."

"Remember, Naruto has been on that whole "acceptance for everyone" kick since he took that Philosophy class," Ino said warningly. "And it's not like Gaara lives here. Why else would he be in this neighborhood?"

I shook my head. "No way have Naruto's invite standards dropped that low. Besides, literally everyone from high school is freaked out over Gaara. Yeah, it's been a couple years, but no one really forgets the kid who almost stabbed someone."

Ino folded her arms with a little shudder and I sped up, putting the old truck further behind us. All the houses in Naruto's neighborhood were massive, sitting on wide lawns behind tall wrought-iron gates, shaded by old trees. I could hear the music before I even turned the corner onto Naruto's street. Cars lined the sidewalk, but I managed to find a spot just a short walk away.

"Sooo, like, not to bring up shameful moments," Ino spoke slowly, popping her bubblegum before she went on. "But didn't you and Gaara have, like, a thing?"

I sighed heavily. Why did she have to bring that up? "We made out in the bathroom once, but that's not a thing." She raised her eyebrows at me skeptically. "It's not a thing!"

She made a face. "I mean...Sasuke thought it was a thing."

I scoffed. "Sasuke and I weren't even together. We were so on and off."

"Oookay, but were you on, or off?"

"Apparently Sasuke thought we were on," I rolled my eyes. "That's why he was such an asshole about it."

"Yeah, but I mean, Gaara did pull a knife on him. What kind of freak carries a knife to high school?"

The kind of freak who anticipated my ex's anger and came prepared for it. Sasuke had always been an asshole to Gaara - he'd been an asshole to everyone, but Gaara in particular. He was the perfect victim: quiet, head down, usually dressed in black, with a denim jacket covered in patches. Gaara had run with the Goth crowd, the skaters, even the anime kids. He'd somehow managed to get his foot in every reject group possible. He was a good punching bag for Gaara, especially once he realized that Gaara and I...had... Not a thing, no. But as much as I had teased Gaara - little stuck-up cheerleader that I was - Gaara teased back. We had the misfortune of our lockers being next to each other, so there was no avoiding the sight of his annoying face. There were days we would bicker back and forth in the halls all the way to class, name-calling, insulting, laughing - I wasn't really sure if it was normal to develop a crush on my nemesis, but one thing led to another and…then Sasuke found out that I'd actually kissed Gaara. It was social suicide for me, but it was a great way to piss off my ex.

Sasuke and three friends had cornered Gaara in the boy's bathroom. They'd planned to beat him - Sasuke told me some shit later about "defending my honor." But Gaara had come prepared.

He had to have known what he was getting into when he kissed me: I was Sasuke's ex, Captain of the cheerleading squad, one of the most popular girls in school. I'd tugged Gaara into the bathroom, four days after Sasuke and I broke up, and made out with him against the cold tile wall.

"You know it was all just to make Sasuke mad anyway," I said briskly, re-applying my lipgloss in the visor mirror. He hated that kid. Plus Sasuke had dumped me for Karin Uzumaki! Obviously I had to piss him off.

"Yeah, well, it worked," Ino shrugged. "Sasuke got mad, you got back together, and then you broke up again anyway." She rolled her eyes. "You could've picked someone else to piss him off with. Gaara looks like he'd be into, like...killing small animals."

A sudden, intense urge to deny her assessment rose up in me. I'd said worse things about Gaara to his face, but when someone else said it, it irritated me in a way I couldn't fully understand.

I shook it off. That was the past, petty high school drama. I was better off not dwelling on it. I reached into the backseat to grab my bag, and Ino suddenly clutched my arm.

"Gaara at twelve o' clock," she muttered.

I looked up slowly. Gaara's big truck had pulled over to park in front of us. Oh my god. No...no, he couldn't actually be here for the party...

The truck door opened. Gaara was a tall, slim guy, and he looked even taller in his tight jeans and lace-up leather boots. He was wearing a black t-shirt that hugged his chest and was criss-crossed with some kind of leather straps - a harness? He'd had a mohawk in high school, but now his crimson red hair was slicked back. As he hopped out of the truck and slammed his door shut, he carefully fit a shiny vinyl officer's hat on his head.

"Oh my god, look down, look down, look down!" Ino tried to warn me, but I was too late. Gaara walked past our car and locked eyes with me, freezing me in my seat. He had one white contact in, giving an eerie look to his face, his other eye looking like the darkest sea in contrast. I gulped as he passed, unable to look away, unable to blink.

He grinned at me - a slow, appraising grin. Then he was gone, down the sidewalk toward the party. I sighed, slumping in my seat. Maybe he hadn't recognized me. Maybe he didn't remember me at all! But I could remember. I could still picture Gaara's face when he was escorted to the principal's office. I'd known what Sasuke was going to do, and I'd texted Gaara the night before, the only text I'd ever sent him, telling him not to come to school. He'd come anyway. When all the boys were finally dragged out of the bathroom, Gaara had been the one taken away by the two campus guards. He'd had that big purple bruise on his left cheek, a drip of blood running down his chin from a split lip, and a grim smile on his face.

I felt weird as I thought about it, and squirmed uncomfortably. There was something scary about the way he'd looked, but I couldn't get his face out of my head. He hadn't been afraid. He'd come that day knowing what was going to happen, and pulled a knife on six-foot-three Sasuke Uchiha and his jock friends.

I'd wanted to kiss him again as I saw him escorted off. I'd wanted to text him when I found out he'd been expelled. I wanted to tell him that I was proud he'd defended himself, that Sasuke had deserved the scare, that I didn't blame him for bringing the knife.

I never did. I had a reputation to uphold and Gaara No Sabaku didn't fit into it.

"What. A. Creep." Ino said, shoving open her door. "We're avoiding him like the plague. Hopefully he gets kicked out."

"Hopefully," I muttered, as I slid on my heels. The shoes were strappy and tall, with a white filigree pattern that zipped all the way up to my knee.

I caught my reflection in the car window and smiled. I loved making an entrance.

The walkway up to the house was lined with jack-o-lanterns, candles flickering inside their wide grinning faces. Plastic skeletons hung from the pillars beside the house's entry doors, and fake gravestones littered the grass across the front yard. The thumping bass of a live DJ pounded through my chest as I pressed the doorbell. It was only seconds before a middle-aged woman with vivid red hair and a glass of Sangria flung open the door.

"Oh my goooodddd, Sakuraaaaaaaa!" she screeched, wrapping me in a tight hug that squished me against her fake tits. "And Ino, oh my god, welcome ladies!"

"Hi, Mrs. Uzumaki," I gave her a smile as we stepped into the entryway. Mrs. Uzumaki was the literal definition of a "cool mom" - she was always present at her son's parties, laughing, dancing, and drinking. She was one of those parents who didn't really seem like a parent - but every now and then would drop some wisdom that could only come from decades of experience on the planet.

The pale cream walls and decorative mahogany table in the entry room had been strewn with fake cobwebs, and the light bulbs in the chandelier overhead switched out for blacklights. Lifelike mannequins of zombie babies were tucked into the corners and stared down at us from the stairway. The house was packed, as I expected. There were dozens of people I knew - some friendly, some not. Being captain of the cheerleading squad and dating the football team's star quarterback had definitely earned me some enemies, even after graduation. I knew I hadn't been the nicest person in high school either - but whatever. The past was the past.

Ino and I poured ourselves some drinks and wandered the party, meeting up with friends and making small-talk, admiring the house's creepy decor. Naruto had always made sure to go all-out with his party decorations. The sangria was held in a giant witch's cauldron, the cheese dip had been molded into the shape of a brain, and even the hors d'oeuvres looked like creepy little spiders and severed fingers.

Outside, people dove into the heated pool and played drinking games at the several tables that had been setup to host beer pong and King's Cup. The DJ played on the cobweb-strewn gazebo, wearing a bright red suit and devil horns. The backyard was large, covered with grass, with rows of bushes lining the stone wall that surrounded it.

Near the beer pong tables we finally found Naruto, shot-gunning a beer before he leaped - fully clothed - into the pool. But he hadn't been drinking alone. He'd been chugging alongside none other than Gaara No Sabaku, who tossed aside his empty beer can with a smile and laughed as Naruto went diving.

I felt like I'd stepped into the Uncanny Valley. I'd been a little out of the loop since I started college, but this was all wrong. Why the hell was Gaara drinking with Naruto? Why was he surrounded by people who wouldn't have looked twice at him in high school? Why -

"Why is he staring at you?" Ino said, holding her cup up to her mouth to mask her lips. She was right: Gaara's eyes had fallen on me and he had yet to look away. There was recognition in his eyes, and I wondered what memory came up for him first. Was it me glancing at him in silence as I walked through the halls holding Sasuke's hand? Or was it my face inches from his own before we kissed, as I whispered, "Promise not to tell?"

With a sudden sharp pain in my chest, I wondered if he hated me. Not like I cared about gaining the approval of a weirdo like him, but...the way he was looking at me didn't feel hateful. He seemed curious, his eyes lingering over my face and then down, over my body. Of course he'd stare. Everyone stared. But somehow I still felt...what was this...guilt?

After all, I'd made-out with him and then immediately got back with the guy who'd been bullying him since freshman year. I'd teased him relentlessly, spread rumors about him, laughed at him. If that "didn't make me look like an asshole, I didn't know what would.

"Hey-hey, ladies, welcome!" Naruto ran over, dripping from the pool, offering us high-fives instead of hugs. Gaara's gaze finally broke as Naruto clasped his hand companionably and said, "Nice job, bro. Just not fast enough!"

"This is so fucking weird," Ino whispered. "Since when are they friends?"

I shrugged, trying not to linger on the topic. The more I thought about it, and the more I looked at Gaara, the more awkward I felt. And "awkward" wasn't a normal feeling for me at all.

A round of beer pong had just ended, so Ino and I stepped up to challenge the winners. I had always been a competitive person - whether it was cheerleading or beer pong, I hated to lose. We sank the opposing team's cups quickly, taking them down within a few minutes and getting a nice buzz while we were at it. With the game over, I realized that a small crowd had gathered to watch us play.

Gaara was watching too.

Watching me.