Disclaimer: Naruto rightly belongs NOT to us but to its original creater
Disclaimer: Naruto rightly belongs to Masashi Kishimoto
Author's note: Thanks to those lot who read and kindly reviewed! I've been told that this story is rather cute, looking back; I guess the writing style is cute. Um, yes, I'm trying out a different writing. Sorry if some want more detailed. Anyways, this story is a trial, I won't be deleting it, but it could take time before I update. Please review after the end of the chapter if you liked it, it encourages me to write more! The more, the faster update! But I honestly don't mind even if people don't, as long as they read, I'm content. The suggestion box is still open if you people have any ideas!
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Chapter 2 – Dress to Impress
Awful start of the day.
Rule # 4 – Keep Safety lock on closet.
Second Attempt: (Summarized By Naruto) Sakura-chan always liked her men in light and/or dark outfits.
(But as revenge for the first attempt, Naruto changed his tactic ways)
Chirp, chirp, chirp!!
Argh.
Onyx eyes lazily opened.
Another day meant another attempt to woo her heart. He sighed.
It was rather ironic, the situation, that this time he was the one following her. He would've spent his days training if it wasn't so serious.
Sasuke rolled over his side when he was greeted with an eye-sore.
An orange/black blubber, ((who tried to look hidden)), crouched over to his closet door, giggling impishly.
…Nice way to look concealed…
The Uchiha sighed in exasperation, quickly grabbing a kunai and aim where his line of vision could only see which was Naruto's –
"AAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!"
He gracefully rolled out of bed, stepping over the rolling body that was tightly clutching his kunai that proudly stood up from his behind.
"I knew I should have worn a metal protection back there as well!"
Annoying idiot.
And it was the morning as well.
"Hey, bastard. Is that a way to greet your best friend?"
Ignore.
The 18-year old Uchiha casually strolled into his domain, pouring himself tea before making his way to his closet.
He tried to pry it open.
Jingle, jingle, jingle!
Sasuke frowned.
He tried again.
Jingle, jingle, jingle!
Dead-set line formed on his lips.
"Ehehehehehehe!"
Glare.
One of these days… Uchiha will torture the girlish Uzumaki just so his octaves would go low for once before turning back into his normal high squeak permanently…
"Ehehehehehehe!"
That day would be soon.
"Asshole…what did you do to my clothes?"
"Ohohohoho, Sasuke-bastard. This is revenge!"
"…"
"I was almost drowned by the alligator after dealing with Hyuuga!"
"…"
"Well, you see. There's this crazy animal lover still seemed to be a bit angry at me and decided to help Hyuuga steer me in the direction of where I hung his lovely furball."
"Too bad he failed."
Naruto grinned cheekily, "Whatever bastard, for the next 24 hours, you'll have to go looking the way Sakura hates the way men dress!"
He didn't like the sound of that.
Uchiha's, frankly, don't care how they dress.
As long as the Uchiha symbol fan was proudly sewn at the back, he'd still look desirable.
Sasuke didn't really bother, as long as bothersome people would keep away.
However…
"…looking the way Sakura hates the way men dress!"
... That was a problem.
Maybe something little as that won't upset her?
Sasuke shook his head. It was Sakura, he was thinking about and she is a girl. Apparently whatever was in store, she would not like it. He cringed at the mental image of her turning away from him.
He calmly turned towards his closet door and kicked with little effort.
It was empty.
"…Dobe."
Snicker.
"I knew you would do that! That's why I transferred all your clothes into a safe hiding place!
Scowl.
His eyes bled red.
"Err…I did save ONE outfit for you."
He glowered, his Sharingan still spinning when he walked into his large closet space and nearly sent a chidori up that dead-last's ass if he hadn't fled.
Not that outfit.
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Uchiha's are used to be the center of attention.
Sasuke grew up with people looking at him as his role-model.
Who wouldn't?
He had the body of a Greek God, moved with elegance of a panther and his presence had an air of arrogance yet superiority.
They knew it was all true.
But now…this one day after his returns a few days ago… some glared, some swooned and others just collapsed at the sight of him.
'I am going to kill that dobe.'
It was the same line repeating in his head to keep from lashing out.
His muscled body was exposed by a white haori that loosely hung from his arms. Tied around his waist was a thick, rough purple wrap that secured another layer of black cloth with loose black pants from his thighs that then tightened to his ankles.
That
Bastard
Orochimaru.
Making him look like a fucking ballerina with that God-knows-what thick, rough lumpy purple sash…
'I am going to kill that dobe, I am going to kill that dobe, I am going to kill that dobe, I am going to kill that dobe, I am going to kill that dobe, I am going to kill tha-'
"Sasuke-kun?"
'Fuck.'
He didn't bother to turn around.
Sasuke heard her small gasp and…a small laugh?
Uchiha's do not get laughed at.
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Rule # 5 – Anyone who insults the Uchiha's would die a very painful death.
Exception: If it's the girl of his dreams, then ignore this rule.
However: Naruto would apply to this rule.
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When she finally walked in front of him, one of her eyebrow was raised with a humorous smile. He didn't know if it was a good or bad thing.
Good thing: She didn't look away in disgust or glare.
Bad thing: Sakura just plainly laughed at him.
Answer.
Kill the dead-last.
"Sasuke-kun…lovely morning, isn't it?"
Oh, now that just made it worst.
Her eyes were clearly not talking about that, instead those charming green irises took in his form. She had crossed her arms, amused at his scowling face. Sakura's eyes danced with mirth, wearing a slighter shorter, he noticed, skirt than all her others. He frowned, glaring at some who dared look higher than her knees. "You clearly woke up at the wrong side of the bed today, Sasuke-kun."
'I did.'
She laughed at his face suddenly turned blank, silently answering her question. Despite her laughter at him, Sasuke found it as a pleasant melody. Her eyes then took time to observe him, "New attire?" It was the same attire he wore when he fought against Konoha; it made him a bit uncomfortable. Sakura might not like bad memories back especially since he was trying to win her affection…
Sakura remembered what he wore, it always looked funny but the situation was so serious she didn't dare to. Her eyes followed the outline of his clothing, the loose, white long-sleeved haori that proudly displayed his toned muscles, in which she took time to look at silently before her orbs looked at the rest of the clothing from the waist down-
"Ahhahahahahaha!"
That was just insulting.
"S-Sa-Sasuke-k-kun, w-why do you-" – laugh – "l-look like-"
Wait a minute.
She stopped. He raised an eyebrow.
Is that purple he was wearing?
Oh, yes he was.
She suddenly glared; he was wearing a part of Ino's color.
Sakura did not like the color purple. Sure, they are best friends and both moved on…but she still didn't like purple.
It reminded her of the crazy, gay bastard who broke her team apart.
And he was wearing it.
Without another word, she walked away.
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Poof!
"Ehehehe, bastard! Sakura-chan laughed at you!"
Hmmm, he's here now.
To kill or not to kill?
Poof!
"Yo, my old students."
Damn…eye-witness.
"Hey, old man. You fool people with your 30-year old look when you're actually-"
"Hey! I beg to differ when I'm actually!" – pause- "Oh dear, Sasu-chan. That's a very ghastly…outfit. Are you trying to impress Sakura like that?"
'--I'm going to kill the dobe and the old man. I'm going to kill the dobe and the old man-'
Kakashi shook his head and observed him. Sighing, he explained, "Sasuke…Sakura doesn't like purple." He waited until it sunk in and Sasuke drew his blank gaze at his purple sash, "It reminds her of some bad things in her younger teenager years. Sakura told me once she found black and white as an attractive color. So now, she likes her men dressed in white or black or both-"
"Just like Hyuuga and Sai!"
Twitch.
The Uchiha didn't like Hyuuga.
He found the artist tolerable.
But since they both wore the colors Sakura liked on her guys, his tolerance on the fake replica dropped a notch.
"Heh, poor Sasuke-teme, Sakura-chan won't even look at you today!" Naruto snickered, not at all ashamed. "Unless you find the rest of your clothes, Hyuuga is going to get Sakura-chan!" His face was still tanned dark and a large bandage spread on his cheek with small bandages decorating his face and arms. And he knew there were more on his body.
Hmm, not bad, Hyuuga.
But an Uchiha can always do better.
And he wasn't not going to lose one of the chances today just because of an outfit.
The things he goes through for her.
"Oh my, Sasuke. If you needed help you could've just asked me." The infamous copy-nin grinned, "Ask me anytime if you need knowledge for techniques!"
He pushed an orange book out, humbly displaying its contents.
Ugh.
He was surrounded by idiots.
The Uchiha heir snapped his eyes shut and the Sharingan threateningly glowered at them.
Sasuke calmly took out a kunai.
They gulped.
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Sakura, apprentice of the Hokage and best friend of Naruto Uzumaki and Ino Yamanaka.
Currently single and one of Konoha's beautiful ladies.
She walked down the streets, peacefully, smiling at some people who greeted her. It was pretty quiet and she strolled through the mild busy sidewalks of Konoha –
Bam!
"DAMMNIT, BASTARD! I JUST WENT TO THE HOSPITAL YESTERDAY!"
Boom!
"NOOOOOOO!! MY PRECIOUS COLLECTION!!"
--because she was hungry and craved for ramen. She shook her head at the immaturity of those boys. Honestly, can't they just grow up?
She took a vacant seat near the corner, patiently waiting for her order and glanced outside the window.
Ring, ring!
"Welcome to Ichiraku!"
Her emerald eyes glared once again at the purple sash that wrapped around his waist as he calmly stood beside her table.
"Sakura."
The pink beauty rolled her eyes at his one-word greeting. Nonetheless, she shouldn't act so immature…
But, dammit, she hated purple.
In his hand was a kunai, ((which she noticed was slightly bloody and had a small shred paper at the edges)), and she watched with confused interest as he slashed at the eye-sore sash, letting it crumple to the floor along with the useless black cloth. Her eyes widened.
What was he doing?
With the purple sash gone, the white haori hang loosely from his body, like an open robe and she admits that he had a very nice, toned body ((better than Neji-san's, she mentally noted.)). Sasuke then took the kunai and cut the tights at his legs letting his black shorts free and loose that reached to his knee, just like his old black shorts.
She stared.
That was a very sexy improvement.
Black eyes smugly smirked at her reaction.
Sakura coughed and turned away, embarrassed that she was caught staring at Uchiha Sasuke.
He wasn't named a prodigy for nothing.
The last Uchiha occupied the seat in front of her, his eyes still on her.
Her order came and she still had enough courage left to casually talk to him, though her eyes sometimes strayed to his exposed chest at times. She talked about training but was distracted because of him and Sasuke was glad.
He leaned back and heard her small squeak and grinned haughtily in his thoughts.
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A bloodied almost-kunai-filled-in-his-body Naruto sat beside a weeping copy-nin. Both were silent, watching the scene play out in front of them. Sakura was definitely blushing and Sasuke won her attention this day.
"My precious…books…last copy…."
Shikamaru casually strolled in front of them and stopped, bemused at the two.
Naruto glared, "…You'd better pay back for this or I'll tell Ino about the pictures you asked from me."
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Second step: Complete.
Success Rate: Caught, but countered nicely. (For the rest of the day, she couldn't look at him properly in the eye)
Progress: A small glitch but is getting there.
(Note to self: Kakashi's book MIGHT be proved to be helpful in the future.)
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How two prodigies (Uchiha and Hyuuga - mostly Uchiha) deal with jealousy.
Third Attempt: Get rid of obstacles. In how Uchiha Sasuke gets rid of the men around Sakura. Target: Lee.
Rule # 6: When a sexy, smart, top ninja and clan prodigy sets his eyes on Sakura: DO NOT INTERFERE!!
Preview:
--Naruto's point of view--
My day is gooood!
First off:
Lee was Hyuuga's and Sasuke-teme's target.
I was THANKFULLY ignored.
Tenten was glaring at them very, very, very angrily with Lee by her side. She was supporting him with his arm around her shoulder; half standing and half-limped.
Ooooh.
I heard Sakura-chan gasp.
Double Oooooh.
"Lee! Oh my, let me check on him, Tenten!"
The bull with horns nodded as Sakura quickly rushed towards the duo.
I smiled when Hyuuga and Sasuke-bastard winced. Heh, don't like it when Sakura-chan touches (not that way!) other men...
Uhh, yeah! It's gonna center on Sasuke's slow, but getting there, progress but there's a certain obstacle in the way, provided by Naruto as per revenge on Uchiha and Hyuuga from the last chapter and this chapter (from Sasuke). I'm gonna split it into two parts, if it gets too long. Oh yeah, the Kazekage is also involved. XD Well, if you want another plot, don't hesitate to tell me!