Chapter 8

Disclaimer: The title Naruto and anything that has to with it belongs to Kishimoto-sensei. But Uzumaki Naruto's ass belongs solely and wholly to the great Uchiha Sasuke.

Hurray! It's another chapter. Forgive this miserable excuse of a writer. Thanks for the reviews ^^

A/N (Mistakes in Chapter 6) The total chromosomes in the human body is 46, making it 23 for each sex cell. I should've checked it earlier. Thanks for pointing it out, TenshiXXX. This is one reason why reviews are a great help. My apologies ^^;

"I've had enough!"

Chouji and Kiba stopped laughing when Naruto suddenly shouted out of the blue. Shikamaru, per usual, just looked at the blonde with his ever-since-the-day-I-was-born-bored face.

Another set of footsteps halted, the source is the same as Naruto's self appointed stalker, Uchiha Sasuke.

What coincidence? Fuck the laws of random concurrence. There was a limit on how much a person can call something a coincidence. After three weeks and four days, Naruto's denial and slowness had caught up with his mind. And he reached his limits.

The blonde admitted to himself that his analyzing skills are far from top-notch. He noticed that something was wrong with his surroundings. And the wrongness was the appearance of Uchiha in every fucking place that Naruto was in. He didn't want to make any assumptions so he disregarded it at first. But the actor appeared to many times around him for his eyes and emotions to handle.

He stomped toward the raven-haired boy, dropping his faded black and orange body bag on the corridor. The east wing is almost empty, with the exception of the five students.

"What the hell do you really want, bastard?" Sasuke was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed on his chest.

"I can't seem to get what you mean, dobe," to emphasize his point, he mockingly raised his left eyebrow. This irked Naruto more.

"YOU KNOW WHAT I EXACTLY MEAN, YOU STALKING BASTARD!" the blonde clenched his fists. He wanted to ground that smug handsome face into fine tiny pieces.

"Don't act like you don't know what I mean. Stop following me."

Sasuke smirked, "So you do have a brain. As for my intentions, I believed I've made myself clear on my first day here."

Of course Naruto remembered. Remembering exactly made a blush appear on his whole face. Sasuke just smirked at the reaction, black eyes glinting of something that he only knows.

"Stop playing with me. I d-don't know what you are trying to get at but spare me with your stardom-related trivialities," the blonde took a deep breath to calm his trembling nerves. The recollection of the deed that he rather forget but a deed that he obviously liked even though he tries to deny it at every point makes him want to really turn into a hermit and live in the deepest reserves of Mt. Everest. Being in front of the actor whom Naruto had done the action to didn't help in the least in the rambling of his confused emotions.

That's why he had decided to turn a blind eye to Uchiha. Anything that makes him confused and his emotions have a riot is not good for his well-being.

He was pulled back from his thoughts when he heard some movements. Sasuke had pushed himself off the wall. He bowed a bit close to the slightly smaller boy and with a serious face told him, "Maybe my words were not enough. I'll prove it to you then."

"Ho—mmmph!" It was too late to react.

Sasuke's lips landed on Naruto's. The topaz blue eyes widened and the blonde froze in shock. Those thin, warm soft lips began moving, sucking on the plump bottom lip. The tongue slipped inside, taking advantage of the orifice in agape. The muscle swiped at every nook and cranny, then playing with the blonde's own tongue, urging it to respond. Strong arms enveloped the crook of his lower back, holding Naruto closer to the raven.

At times, the body tells what the person denies. Naruto's body pushed what his logic was screaming at that moment, and responded to the invader's desire. He imitated the movements, thought it was a bit clumsy since he lacked experience. He tasted traces of mint and the tangy taste of tomatoes, which he liked. His mind was overwhelmed with the repeat of the sensations from weeks ago. Everything was swirling with fusions of colors, his body and a large part of his mentality liking what was happening.

Everything just felt so right. Kissing his self-proclaimed rival filled a void in his heart.

A hand grabbed his ass through the confines of his clothes and Naruto gasped at the sudden sensation of his front rubbing against another surface. He had completely forgotten about his friends, who were all shell-shocked at what was occurring right in front of their poor eyes.

His breath was shorting out and before he suffocated, he pulled out. The redness on his face returned once again when he saw a thin trail of saliva between them break. There was a very satisfied and smug look on Sasuke's face.

Reality once again with its cruel ways hit the unfortunate boy. This time with a very hard coconut that suddenly grew in the corridor.

He had kissed Uchiha. Again. Or was it the other way round? But whatever may have had happened, his fears and doubts resurfaced once again.

"Does that make my intentions clear? You liked that, didn't you?"

That confidence that he hated so much radiated from the actor. Naruto was cornered right now. He was frightened by his own reactions.

How a frightened and cornered prey reacts in this situation? Either he faints in fear or gives in his predator.

But Naruto didn't do any of those. Instead, he pushed Sasuke out and punched him straight out in the face, making the teenage star fall on the floor. He would for the second time deny that this had happened. Self-denial was the best excuse besides ignorance.

And he quickly turned on his heels and ran like hell from this place.

He's now seriously considering the trip to Mt. Everest. Meeting a yeti on the way is more acceptable than facing Uchiha himself.

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Fuck, that'll surely bruise.

Sasuke rubbed his left jaw which his dobe had hit. But the kiss was worth it. The response meant that Naruto was attracted to him a bit. This gave him hope to pursue the blonde. His efforts would probably pay off.

"Didn't know that you were interested in Naruto that way," he turned his head and glared at the lazy face of Nara Shikamaru, the class genius. The glare was intensified by his jealousy over the fact that this guy, and the two other boys who were still pale from shock, get to spend more time with Naruto. From the observations of his stalking, the four were very close, possibly friends for a long period of time.

"I should have guessed from your stalking activities."

Sasuke never had friends. Friends are quite troublesome. They ask you questions like if you were fine, they always visit when you are sick, they throw surprise birthday parties and they always look for the best of your interests.

He believed that those actions were just for show. Who would do anything without expecting anything in return? That's why he avoided having friends.

He was handsome, famous and rich. They all loved him for that. And he despised them for that.

"I don't want to butt in your personal life, but this is my friend that you are involving. One careless stunt like that, you'll never know what might happen," dull black eyes stared at him unnervingly. He could not tell if it was a warning, a threat or a simple statement.

"Are you threatening me?" Sasuke pulled himself off the floor and dusted his pants. The two faced off, sizing one another.

"I'm stating a fact. I might sleep 99 percent of the time but I value my friends. Naruto's had enough from people like you."

Like him? "What do you mean?"

Shikamaru yawned and scratched his chin lazily, "None of your business or mine either."

There was clearly more to the blonde than he was showing. Sasuke would discover it sooner than later. He put his hands in his pockets and with a straight, deadly serious face he told something that probably surprised the other boy.

"I'm not the type to kid around. I am serious," he turned his back and headed to the clinic. It was a small bruise but it hurt like hell.

Naruto never hesitated on doing things. His vision of people were simple; either he liked them or hated them. The probability that he was on the hate list was higher than the rate of reproduction in the country, which was 5 babies per death.

The blonde might have a simple outlook but that's all that there is to it. He judged them for what he sees in them, not on what makes them on the outside.

He sees Sasuke for what he is. And Sasuke loved him more for that.

According to some behavioral psychologists, the kind of love that teenagers feel lean mostly on physical attraction due to the onset of puberty and hormones. But Sasuke didn't need to visit a quack doctor to confirm his feelings.

Know thyself. No one best to assess your own self than your own.

He loves Naruto. Love simply is (1).

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Troublesome would not suffice to describe the situation.

How could Shikamaru give an adjective to Naruto being kissed by his most hated person on the face of the planet, Sasuke? But that didn't seem to be the case since his friend had kissed the actor back.

His genius brain cells were having a hard time analyzing the circumstances since he didn't know the starting point of all of this. But he knew someone who could enlighten him. He looked at Kiba who was still pale and was having hard time breathing, almost suffocating the whimpering dog brother of his. Chouji's half-chewed chips were decorating the floor. This mentally grossed Shikamaru out.

He walked towards the two, dragging Kiba by the collar of his uniform. Akamaru happily jumped out of his master's deadly clutches.

"Shikamaru, what in Playboy's naked babes are you doing?" the brunette struggled but easily resigned to the dragging. He scowled heavily.

Chouji followed munching on another bag of chips, "Where are we going?"

The genius used his right thumb to point at the dog-boy he was hauling like a sack of potatoes, "We have to discuss something. Dog-breath needs to fill me out on a few details in regards with what just happened."

There was just one thing that was absolutely definite about everything.

Sasuke was serious on whatever this was.

Shikamaru ignored Kiba's threats and string of curses. He had a vague idea of what this was all about.

The kiss perhaps had something to do with Aphrodite and her troublesome son, Cupid and his arrows.

Naruto had thread on grounds of uncertainties.

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Sakura came from another meeting of their SASUKE fan club. Classes were already over and a few students were still lingering on campus, probably the studious types or the lovers who were looking for a quickie. She rolled her eyes in annoyance. She spotted a very familiar figure walking. Her heart skipped in jumping ropes in excitement. How she loved fate right now!

"Sasuke-kun!" she waved happily and ran quickly to the side of the man of her dreams, illusions and fantasies. Inner Sakura was urging her to kidnap the actor and bring him in an abandoned warehouse and turn her illusions to realities. Of course no maiden would act like that in the front of her prince but she was still tempted.

"Hn." Sasuke kept on walking and ignored the pink pain of his life.

"What happened to your face?" Sakura gently touched the bandaged jaw.

It must be painful; she thought when she noticed the small cringe that her Sasuke had produced. Little did she know it was far from pain.

"An accident," he curtly replied.

Sakura wanted to hug this perfect man to comfort him. He was really handsome, especially with this small distance. Then she realized that the two of them were alone. No girls were in sight.

Fate had clearly had given her this chance to make Sasuke hers. The boy was all for her taking!

"So are you going home?" She sweetly smiled.

"Hn." was the response she got. The girl took it as a positive response, and continued chattering.

All the answers she got were 'Hn' and nothing. But this was part of being Sasuke, all silent and mysterious. This drove her persistence to get his attention.

"Naruto's really annoying! I'm sorry if he keeps on insulting you," the raven-haired boy stiffened a little. She smiled, finally having his attention. He must also be annoyed with the blonde.

"He gets on my nerve every time. He's clumsy and an idiot most of the times," she had a thoughtful look on her face before continuing, "But he's really funny. His pranks are the best. Don't fall for his cuteness. He might suddenly turn into you.

The girl didn't notice the darkening of her companion's aura. Naruto was nice even though she was mean to him. They were good friends during the first year before he had spouted that nonsense of liking her. She could not return the feelings back because Sasuke was the only one for her.

And she continued talking, intent on making Sasuke know more about her and then make him fall in love with her.

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Sasuke wanted to jump on the nearest cliff available just to avoid Sakura. What if her favorite foods were anko dumplings, umeboshi, and anmitsu? He couldn't bring himself to care.

But when she started talking about Naruto with irritation, the name that only mattered to him; he wanted her to shut up. Talking bad things about the love of his life was taboo. Her expression changed when she talked of the blonde's positive side, akin to fondness.

Sasuke was missing a point on the relationship of the two. Aside from Naruto liking the girl and Sakura physically harming the blonde, was there something more?

That unknown connection was making him feel insecure and so jealous, which was not part of his Uchiha make-up. Being with the girl and talking about Naruto in such way emphasizes the point that he might not get the blonde's love.

It was frustrating. This was the first time that he had felt so…inadequate.

He rubbed his paining chest, forgetting his earlier confidence when Naruto had kissed him back. This hurt more than his bruise.

Love hurts.

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"Naruto, get out from under my desk," Iruka impatiently tapped his foot with arms crossed at his chest.

The blonde suddenly charged at the faculty room and dived under his desk, making the older man spin in his swiveling chair. He was used to some of his sort-of-adopted son's ways but there was clearly something wrong for him to stuff himself in the small space.

"Naruto what's wrong?"

"I don't wanna talk about it!" the blonde yelled.

He was going to pull the boy out when he heard the sliding door opened and Shikamaru emerged. The teacher pointed to his desk. The boy pulled out a yelling and struggling Naruto and carelessly pulled him out, hauling him out of the office.

"Help, Iruka-senseiii…!"

"You're it, Naruto. Play with us fairly."

Iruka shook his head. He could hear the yells and the dragging sound from the corridor slowly fading.

Teenagers and their hobbies.

"So this was because of a stupid bet?"

Naruto dumbly nodded his head. He was sitting with his legs sprawled on the floor, fidgeting. Shikamaru yawned and looked at the blonde in boredom. His friend surely knows how to attract the most troublesome trouble there is.

The other boy was clearly confused about his feelings. Kiba sure had a knack of screwing a lot of things in his friends' life. What made the genius befriend that dog-lover again? Oh right, his lack of friends and his mother's meddling with it.

He was going to use his IQ to resolve his friend's dilemma. He got his cell phone out and dialed a few buttons. After a few minutes, Kiba and Chouji appeared with a squirming bundle in tow.

"What the hell is that, Shikamaru? Don't tell me your genius finally bordered on insanity?" Naruto looked at the bound and gagged human that was on the floor. He looked at the two who both shrugged their shoulders, motioning that they know nothing.

"Who the hell is that?!"

Shikamaru stood from his seat and sluggishly walked towards their hostage, who was curiously not showing any signs of struggle or panic. Just as he thought, this person suited his plans.

"This is Gajin Sai, an upperclassman. He's a weird boy who goes both for girls and boys."

"That creepy guy who calls me 'dickless'? What is his business here? What if he finds out who kidnapped him and reports us to Tsunade-baachan? I don't want to be involved in this vital-organs smuggling business!" the blonde was panicking, looking both left and right for an escape route.

"Naruto, shut up. I have no plans of ripping his organs or that sort. As for being discovered, he's blindfolded, bound by the hands and plugged in the ears. His here for one thing." Shikamaru rubbed his temples. He had resorted to methods like this to helped Naruto. The blonde will cooperate.

"Now, Naruto…" he looked at those panic-stricken eyes. This was a very hard task but he was not a genius for praises and displays. He was a man of silent, and if the events required, forceful actions.

"Cooperate."

"Kiss this guy."

First it was Kiba. Now it's Shikamaru. Poor Naruto, what kind of friends are they? Forcing you to kiss guys. Tsk,tsk,tsk. Oh well, more fun for the fan girls.

1) Love simply is. A quote from Paulo Coelho's The Witch of Portobello.

2) "Gajin" is Japanese for painter.

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