Must have been blind, thy love
Juliet got it easy
(Part 2.5/3
Actually this was one helluva long chapter so I divided it in two parts,
The original song for this chapter doesn't particularly go with this chapter so I added another for the cheerful tone of this chapie. But I couldn't think of any for this part only so I did what any human and monkey would go in my situation,
I googled it! And came across this really nice number that may not be the most appropriate one for this part but it came the closest to what I could put in so…Ok so maybe this song doesn't really go with the mood of this chapter but I just wanted to add it.
But maybe that's just me.
So listen to Makeup by Everybody Else
Warning: M, boyxboy SasuNaru
Disclaimer: I don't own the beautiful tan ass of the utterly adorable Naruto kishimoto does on paper and Sasuke does in every other sense.)
Like in the first chapter, the chords of the guitar started the day
Du dadu dadu dadu dadu dadu dudu
Cover it up in the bathroom
While you curse the mirror on the wall
You can change anything that you want to
But your hand is shaking when the teacher calls,
One desk away, I am aching to say
"What are you so scared of?"
You're putting on makeup
You don't believe in love
What are you so scared of?
Kushina wasn't worried about how her baby boy would look, he was gorgeous and she wasn't just saying that just because he was her son. It was critical evaluation from the eye of a designer and absolute adoration from the eye of a mother, both combined. Believe it.
Although maybe she over did it with the leopard-print, skin tight, waist-length coat and green skinny jeans accessorized with a golden coloured belt. But that's how she dressed the models on her runaway and it's not like he looked bad or anything in fact the fashion world would've gobbled him up for his sexiness.
Ok bad mental images. Let's not go there.
So they have been shopping for a-while now and Naruto looks just about ready to drop dead and not even have the energy to dig his shallow grave. Mikoto and Kushina had him try everything in the mall at-least it seemed like it. Poor blonde was trapped between too extremely strong women who were more than a little obsessed with him.
Let see how his brain is working right now oh wait (Narrator chuckled) seriously? They had him saying Naruto, brain and working in the same sentence (wipes a tear) classic!
Naruto P.O.V (power of vampire)
Fuck this oh I mean flush this I ain't no women. They had me trying tights! Tights? I am not a girl and neither do I exude the manliness Superman did to be able to pull them off.
I had it when my mom took out cream cotton panties. My God. Panties?
That was even worse than that leopard printed coat look. All the people were eyeing him as if I was a clown. No one was drooling at me like they do for the guys dressed like that on the runaway.
That just goes to show how fake these fashion shows are. No one wears those clothes in real life but my mom insisted on trying to get a maw-dah-ul (like Tyra Banks would say) look.
It was only when Miko-san insisted that she should stop making me her 'fashion' monkey did my mother stop.
I kissed Miko-sans' cheek as a show of eternal gratitude. But eventually we started to find the right track and the right rack (of the wood kind you perverts).
We celebrated on every striking look we created, although I could've gone without seeing Miko-san pat moms' butt more than once. It just reminded me how she used to have a real thing for my mother and it just creeps me out. I mean I'm gay myself so that's not an issue but it's my mom, you know.
I don't even want to start over Dad and Fuju-san. That'll be reserved for later inner rants to an invisible audience.
By the time afternoon rush came rolling out, we were already done. Miko-san had warned that the mall would be too busy on Sunday so we had to go earlier than on weekdays. I had my hoodie pulled up and my slack-ish pair of pants on. Mom had scrunched her nose at my apparel but didn't say much, it would be one of the last times I ever wore anything remotely normal for my taste.
I tried my hardest to keep my spirits up and don't drag down the mood of my mom and my pseudo mother. It had just been two days since the 'incident' and I still couldn't let it go. Just remembering even a second of it made me groan with frustration, embarrassment and hurt. It felt like someone was twisting a knife in my gut and I felt like screaming in my helplessness but I kept up a smile on my face. Mom and Miko-san were like sharks sniffing blood when it came to sensing my mood so I was careful to be cheerful. It just so happened that we had bags full of clothes in our hands, Miko-san was holding most of the bags. They had shopped in every corner of that God for saken mall and I'm pretty sure that my closet would not be able to hold anymore clothes. A lot of the shopkeepers had given us free stuff because of my mom.
They would just try to impress her with a fake French accent and kiss her hands till their 'natural' orange shaded lipstick would wear-off. Miko-san and I just snickered.
I thought we were done until mom and Miko-san stopped the car outside an aristocratic structure with something in French written on the semi-big pink board on the front. It went something like 'Beauté Explosive'1. We got out of the car while the driver went ahead to park it somewhere. Miko-san insisted that the Uchiha family should have drivers especially for her, I told her that she just wants to cover up the fact that she just can't drive.
"It's not my fault that you people drive on the left side and I learnt on the right side!" she always says.
"Excuse me I'm half Japanese so don't you go all 'you people' on me" I would reply.
Mom would smirk and dad would hide behind some papers, he was counted among 'you people'
Anyway I got out to stand in front of that misfit of a building that was eerily silent. Too silent. I may not understand French well enough but I had seen enough chick flicks (curtesy of tyrannical chick flick obsessed mother) to know what would come next. So very slowly I tried to tiptoe away but I had too very strong women blocking all my escape routes, all three sixty degrees, of them by encircling their arms around me. Damn it.
I sighed in defeat and ignored their smirking triumphant faces to move towards my doom. Mom still didn't let up, moving in a weird way along with me, she knew me too well. I moved towards the seemingly innocent doors at the sluggish pace but my mom's excitement did not fade and she walked just as slowly with her arms around me. This was getting ridiculous but who was I to call upon the wrath of a scary woman such as my mother.
As soon as the huge oak-wood doors opened both mom and Miko-san pushed me forward as if afraid that I would make a run for it. They were probably right but I did say I had sighed in defeat right?
The huge doors closed behind as a sign of my trapped state.
I took a look around the place we had entered in to see a side desk and numerous doors in the semi-circle shaped wall enclosing the front side. Mom walked forward and probably informed the seated receptionist of our 'appointment'. The very active girl gave me a look when my mom pointed towards me, she nodded her head with so much force that she resembled a bobble-head figurine for a second.
I gave myself a sweeping glance because I had gotten a little self-conscious but then the blonde girl turned her attention towards mom again and quickly dialled a number. Not a minute later a tall man with long platinum blonde hair in a pony-tail walked out. He went to mom first.
"Kushina, my darling what a lovely surprise" he said in a clear French accent and this time even I could tell it wasn't fake.
"Die-baby" It was so weird to hear my mom say baby, really baby? "How's it been?" Mom was smiling so wide that she genuinely was happy to see this man. Miko-san had stars in her eyes too while looking at the man.
Speaking of whom as mom and he continued their discussion and then scrutinizing my appearance I took a good look at the man. He had a very sensual manly voice which coupled with his feminine physique made him very alluring. Plus he probably was the owner of this wealthy establishment a.k.a a Spa so he was very handsome err pretty I couldn't pick one. He was so androgynous that he gave that guy Robert Pattison a run for his money. Not to mention he was very tall. I found myself blushing at his attention no matter how professional that attention seemed to be. But I knew that I wasn't exactly attracted to him. I preferred more lean built stronger men who exuded dominance like Sasuke. And thinking about him brought stinging pain in the heart.
I snapped out of my analysing thoughts and looked back to where my mom was standing to see Miko-san there as well. The three of them were acting like teenage girls on their first concert. I rolled my eyes at their behaviour and waited patiently to be addressed.
"So you are Naruto" The blond man, Die-baby stated.
I just nodded. "Come here little darling" He called me to him. I looked at the beaming faces of my mom and Miko-san. They nodded rapidly and I wondered if bobble-heads had come back in fashion or something. Were they ever in fashion?
Nevertheless I made my way towards him. He looked at me from top to bottom with those grey eyes of his and then nodded to mom. Mom exhaled a sigh and soon started making her way to the door leading outside. I panicked, where the hell was mom going and Miko-san too?!
"Mom!" I screeched.
Mom gave a slight wince at the tone. "Don't worry honey, we'll come back in time. I have to set up your new wardrobe." What? Did I hear her right "Plus I trust Die-baby, no one can compete with his art"
"And follow everything that he says, remember why we are doing this!" Miko-san added with a wave.
"B-but…"
"Ok honey see you soon" they both blew me a kiss and went way. The oak doors closed again with a thud and I turned around to face Die-baby! What was hell was his real name?
They're cheering outside
But you're rolling your eyes
What are you so scared of?
"What is your name?" I asked with a huff.
"It's Diedara little darling" He purred in that thick accent with a smile.
He clapped and two of his minions came from the door on the extreme right, both women of course. They wrote something in their note-pads and disappeared through a different door.
Diedara dragged me by right arm to room he had come from. I didn't bother taking my arm back, no use being difficult. I saw that the room was huge not like an ordinary office.
"I need a lot of place to practise my art" He said while looking at my hoodie.
I saw that it had a lot of closet doors, empty hanger stands and a lot of mirrors.
I was taking a look around so I didn't notice it when Diedara yanked my hoodie off my head. I whipped around and saw him smile in a creepy way at me.
"Your mother is not to know what comes next little darling. Don't worry I'm not going to do anything to you, that is anything against your will" He said every word while backing me up against the wall. I soon felt my back press into the knobs of the cupboard.
I didn't know what was wrong with me but then again maybe I did. I was a virgin, a virgin when it came to sex, when it came to masturbation and when it came to seduction. My first kiss was with Sasuke but it was when we were nine, I tripped and fell on top of him and our lips touched.
I know it's silly to count that as my first kiss but I do and I always will. I'm not ashamed to admit that I was saving myself for him but now I don't think I'll ever move on if I keep 'saving' myself for him. He is never going to see me as anything more than a friend in-fact I don't think he considers me even his friend anymore.
A finger to my chin broke me from my thoughts. Diedara was looming over me, his nose had come so close while I was lost in my thoughts.
I was skittish, I knew I was. I could feel the heat of his hand, through my clothes, on my waist.
He was skimming his nose along my jaw, my nose, my neck and my ear…
"Were you thinking of him" his husky voice inquired.
My eyes widened and I looked about him in confusion. He just chuckled that sent rivulets down my spine. I was steadily becoming breathless, even the knowledge that this wasn't Sasuke touching me didn't calm me down. Come on I was a sixteen year old hormonal boy who desperately needed some sort of physical comfort not from his parents.
"You know your mother told me everything, and I'm not just going to give a physical makeover but a personality makeover as well. You are going to feel seduction, sensuality and sexual appeal before you understand how to project them" He was placing feather light kisses on my neck while telling me this. I felt feverish and so out of breath just at the small touch.
"Why" I swallowed "Why do I need to learn that?" my breath hitched when he sucked on the underside of my ear.
"Because my little sexy darling you can't move on unless you try and you can't try unless you know how. I've been given the task to make you so desirable that you can get anyone you want. And being sexual is a big part of it. You don't need to be beautiful or breath-taking for that, you just need that look" he placed a wet kiss on my neck "that touch" another on my adams apple.
"You are saying that because I'm not good-looking" my head fell back and my back ached from that stupid knob but my heart was still racing so fast.
He chuckled again and skimmed his nose through my blonde hair which he had exposed by yanking the hoodie back.
"You are so beautiful much more than that Uchiha, he doesn't deserve you and when I'm done with you he will know that for sure, petit mignon" I didn't comment even though it was a lie, Sasuke was by far the most handsome human being and it was me who didn't deserve him, well not like I had him or anything.
He pulled on my hair, making me expose my neck so he traced a trail of kisses from my chin to the part of my neck where the zip of my hoodie stopped him. I noticed too late that the hand on my waist moved to push the zip down so that the hoodie hung by my sides. Before I could protest he had pushed the large piece of cloth off my shoulders and thus my body.
"I don't want to see you cover your body with that hideous thing again" He growled.
"Hey you can't mphm…." He covered my mouth with his.
I knew it wasn't right, this wasn't Sasuke and was a much older man at that but before I knew it I wound my hands around his neck and pushed my face into his. He grabbed me from my waist and growled at my participation.
I wondered about what I had thought earlier, how this man was too feminine for my taste, how he didn't exude dominance of the degree I preferred. But when he grabbed my face hard and forced his tongue into my mouth I gave a moan at the forcefulness and just let him taste me. He tasted like lemon; maybe he drank a lemon drink a lot? He twisted his tongue around mine in ways that I couldn't even comprehend. But I forced the contact to break as I felt that I couldn't breathe.
"Every time you open our mouth unnecessarily I will find a more enjoyable use for it" he licked his lips as he said it and my eyes followed the movement.
I felt myself blush red hot as I realized what he meant. I had thought that I wouldn't ever enjoy anyone else's touch since I loved Sasuke, clearly I was wrong for assuming that.
"Asshole" I muttered. He stripped me till my boxers and I bit my tongue so he wouldn't take advantage of it again as he played with the strap of my boxers. I felt the blush spread throughout my body, his stare was so uncomfortable.
"If I were you I would burn those hideous yellow things you call underwear" and with that said he sauntered away motioning me to follow him.
Truly I didn't understand the purpose of my makeover. I mean it's a whole different thing for girls like getting eyebrows plucked, waxing, hair, teeth, clothes, skin polishing, facial and what not.
What could they do for a guy like me? I didn't have to go through all of that stuff and not much was left to do then.
Anyway I followed him through a door in his office to reveal another large room, larger than his office. It had a door at the far end which I suspected led outside. The room I entered in was the massage room a lot of women and men laid there looking like they were having a wet dream rather than a massage. I mean they were moaning and groaning with closed eyes, so it seemed like it.
They led me through another room to a place that resembled a Japanese Onsen except the rocks acted like a partition so an individual person can stay individual.
Two girls came out of no-where and took off my boxers, I shouted a 'hey' and covered my neither regions when they pushed in the waist deep hot water. I was manhandled by two women into taking a bath, they scrubbed me like I was a filthy rat rather than a young boy. I was touched in places that I didn't know existed, they filed my nails, scrubbed me again and again. After that they rubbed different oils on my body, making my skin look a lot more appealing than it really was, even I took a double take when I saw the effect the oils had. My skin looked like melted caramel and when I rubbed it to my face it felt like caramel too.
They added so much stuff to my hair, massaging through the roots so that I felt relaxed enough to sleep.
But eventually I was told to stand up and they wrapped a bath-robe around me. I wondered if these girls, who were so pretty, should be allowed to work here I mean what if I was straight wouldn't that have been a problem?
I even tried to make conversation with them as they dragged to me to another room but one of them just giggled and the other grumbled under her breath. Wow tough crowd huh.
I met up with Diedara again in his office and the girls went away.
Diedara motioned for me to sit in a chair next to a huge mirror. My neck length wet blonde tresses hung limply across my face.
You got a long walk home
But you've got headphones
Your bangs in your eyes
You need a big shove
What are you so scared of?
I looked at my bath-robe clad self and felt like my eyes looked unusually blonde after the bath but I didn't recall them doing anything to my eyes and my skin was glowing too.
I met Diedaras' eyes through the mirror and he gave me a smirk. Now that I knew what he was capable of, I didn't find him girlish at all. He took out scissors and a few other instruments that resemble scissor to, let me guess, cut my hair.
For the next few minutes or hours he combed and cut my hair. He was so focused on my hair and I was so lost in my thoughts. The noise of his cutting was very comforting. So when he stopped I snapped out of it instantly and what met my eyes in the mirror was totally a different person. I wanted to reach out and touch the silvery surface to see if it was for real.
I didn't turn into an Adonis or anything but I looked so, so nice. My eyes, were they really that big? And I never noticed how tan my skin was. Diedara smirked at my reaction and winked through the mirror. I didn't even blush so lost was I in my own image.
Don't get disgusted, I'm not a narcissist not at all. I just never thought of myself even remotely attractive but just a hair-cut made me realize that I was a little wrong to put myself down so.
I was ok even by my own standards.
"Ok enough staring on your part, I know you are pretty but we have to get through your complete makeover which requires my lessons" Diedara dragged me to his desk , the one that had witnessed when he had tried his hand at successfully seducing me.
But wait what "Lessons?" I asked in a confused voice.
"leçons de seduction that is 'lessons in seduction'" He explained joyfully.
It was weird how he had such a thick French accent but only spoke such little of it.
This thought was the reason why my loud "Lessons of what?!" came out so late
You're putting on makeup
You don't believe in love
What are you so scared of?
And when Diedara opened my bath-robes and snaked his hand along my chest I didn't get breathless like the last time. Somehow I anticipated his intent to make a move.
"Very good little darling I haven't even started with you and your learning already"
What are you so scared of?
(A/N: Ok part of the reason I uploaded this part first is because RikaChan11 scared me into uploading. Hmph
1: Explosive Beauty
And so the second part will be coming shortly since I have to finish SOMETHING BORROWED, sorry for all those waiting for it. I just want to write a good lemon so I'm taking my time so please be a little more patient. And I'll be uploading my first one shot next week! So stay tuned or whatever way you have to know if I uploaded any more stories.
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