Okeydokey, so this was one of my earlier fics that was previously taken down for mature content. This is an edited version. If you feel it needs to be removed again, please PM me and tell me so I can tone it down more rather than have it removed again? Appreciated.
Gripe over. On with the story! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Warning: Contains yaoi and lemons. Also; IS REUPLOADED so some of you out there may have previously read this.
White walls; shiny lino; potted palm trees…this…this was what summer vacation was all about, Naruto Uzumaki grinned to himself as he examined the lobby of the famed Suna Resort; the five-star holiday destination of the year. He could just feel that this was going to be a great vacation; pools, drinks…and a whole lot of babes…It was a summer to make fantastic memories that would last a lifetime!
Suddenly, he flinched as there was a piercing squeal of excitement from somewhere behind him and a flurry of red hair burst into the building, wrapping Naruto in a tight grip and letting out that god-awful shrill noise again.
"Kushina?" A mellow voice remarked from somewhere a few metres back, and Naruto's mother was forced to release her sudden grip on her son in favour of watching her husband struggle with their bags.
"Oh, sorry dear –Naruto, go help your father," she chirped brightly; but in a way that Naruto knew was more an order than a request. He grumbled and earned a sympathetic look from his father as Kushina skipped along the gleaming lino towards the front desk that was currently manned by a tall, slim man with unruly silver hair and a turtleneck that hid half his face. As Naruto managed to drag his suitcase closer, he realised that there was a boy; about his age; sitting behind the desk as well, looking thoroughly bored.
"Yo," Naruto greeted cheerfully as he finally managed to lug their bags to the reception desk. The teenager raised a hand in acknowledgement and sup nodded him, "You work here?"
"Supposedly," the man with the white hair remarked, and was about to add something when there was another excited yell from the front door.
"Kushina?" the cry came, and Naruto turned to see a tall, blonde young woman with her hair in four pigtails running towards them and waving, with a sulky redhead in tow behind her with their bags.
"Temari? Temari, is that you?" Kushina exclaimed in delight, leaping forward and wrapping the younger woman in one of her bone-crushing hugs. The newcomer seemed unperturbed by this. "Temari Sabaku! I can't believe my eyes!" Kushina burst out, stepping back a pace to admire the beauty before her, "…You, young girl, got cleavage!" Temari scowled playfully as Naruto's mother accosted the redhead with a hug; who did not look so pleased, "And you must be little Gaara! Oh Minato, look at them!"
"Mom?" Naruto raised an eyebrow questioningly; seeking an explanation.
"Oh that's right," Kushina smiled, "You would've been too young; your father and I used to babysit Temari and her siblings when they were little; you were still just a baby then! Oh, how time flies; Gaara, you must be what? Eighteen now?"
"Seventeen," Temari corrected, "He was a little younger than Naruto, remember?" The two women grinned at each other, "I never expected to see you here! On holiday?" Kushina nodded, "Kankuro got a job working at the bar here so we thought we'd come and spend summer with him. It seems like a lovely place…" Minato just sighed in resignation and turned back to face the white-haired man, who seemed thoroughly amused.
"As I was saying…" he continued, "I'm Kakashi Hatake, and I'm the supervising duty manager. If you have any queries, feel free to come see me. Shikamaru –" He turned to the boy sitting behind the counter with them, "Will you please escort our guests to their rooms?"
"You work here?" Temari raised an eyebrow sceptically as the bored teenager rose to his feet with a yawn.
" –Sometimes I question that myself," Kakashi rolled his eyes, "Sometimes I wonder why we keep him around…" Shikamaru instantly took several keys off the shelves and headed around the desk.
"…We didn't even sign in…" Temari scowled, hands on hips.
"Reservation for two rooms under Sabaku and a reservation for one three-person suite for Uzumaki?" Shikamaru confirmed lazily with a raised eyebrow, "Rooms 323, 324 and 229," he added without looking at the keys.
"…That's why…" Kakashi reminded himself, "The kid's a genius. Don't need to keep a guest log; he remembers everything. Of course we have to keep a hard copy in case people dispute his word…" He chuckled to himself as Temari looked cross and stuck her nose in the air. Shikamaru raised a hand to signal for them to follow him and Naruto dropped back to fall into step with Gaara.
"…So, you're Gaara, right?" he inquired curiously, eyeing the dark rings around the redhead's eyes and wondering if they were natural.
While Temari and Kushina had been causing a scene at the front of the reception desk, there was a dark haired woman standing at the main entrance with her arms folded; tapping her foot as she waited for her reluctant husband and sons to retrieve their belongings from the car. Finally losing patience, she stepped forward and snatched her husband's cell phone from his hand and hanging up whatever business call he had been engaged in.
"Honey, that was an important –"
"I don't care," she sniffed, "Fugaku Uchiha, this is supposed to be a nice family holiday; and how can we spend time as a family if you're busy with work? And hurry up Sasuke; stop sulking."
"I am not sulking," her youngest son; eighteen; defended crossly, taking his sweet time with dragging his suitcase across the threshold and into the resort, "I don't see why you're doing this, mother; none of us wanted to come…"
"We haven't been on a summer holiday in years," Mikoto Uchiha reminded them, practically having to drag her family through the doors.
"That's because we don't like family time, mother," Itachi; her eldest; twenty-two, reminded her in a flat tone, being less subtle with publicly expressing how much he didn't want to be there.
"Nonsense," Mikoto beamed cheerfully, determined to not let her gloomy family ruin her idea of a perfect holiday vacation, "This is going to be a nice vacation, and you will enjoy it; Sasuke Uchiha, do not glare at me like that –" Sasuke instantly turned his head away and scowled crossly. " –Fugaku, I will give your phone back once we get to our rooms; so the sooner you check us in, the sooner you can be back to your precious work," she finally sighed, once she had realised that the male Uchihas were deciding to be particularly difficult today.
Sasuke's mouth formed a thin line in the effort it took to not pout. He glanced over at Itachi, who he knew was disliking this just as much as he was, but was at least resigned to the fact that they were going to have to endure family trips to the pool and 'bonding time' that their mother seemed to think they needed.
"Oh look, Sasuke, there looks like there might be some kids your age," Mikoto pointed out in an attempt to lighten his mood.
"…I'm not a kid, mother," he muttered back crossly, spying several figures in the room that she could potentially be talking about; there was a blonde up the front with the loud red-haired woman; and a short redhead with them; and over in the corner there was a brunette with long hair arguing with a girl with purple hair. Mikoto sighed heavily. This was going to be some work.
"Neji, stop fidgeting!" Hinata hissed, adjusting her cousin's shirt for what felt like the thousandth time, "It looks fine; that's how it's meant to look!"
"I don't like it, Hinata! It's too…loose and ill-fitting," Neji complained, watching as a family of sour-looking, dark haired males, led by a cheerful female skulked past them, "Remind me again why I'm wearing this awful thing?" He gestured at the loose grey shirt and baggy black track pants that he was wearing.
" –Because we are here to have a normal, teenage summer vacation without the attention of the paparazzi," she sniffed, glaring at him as he tried to adjust the shirt again, "Now, hurry up and go sign us in…"
"I don't know how too," he growled moodily, "…My bodyguards always did it for me…" Hinata stifled a giggle and rolled her eyes despite herself. Poor Neji; he looked so out of place in such casual clothing; his hair pulled back off his face with a bandanna headband. He was so used to the suits and upper-class style of being a member of the next generation of Hyuuga that he didn't know quite what to think.
Hinata was the eldest child of Hiashi Hyuuga; the chairman of Hyuuga Design; an iconic brand in fashion all over the world. It was extremely famous and incredibly successful, and Hinata, her sister and her cousin, Neji, stood to inherit billions when Hiashi passed on the company. Neji's father, Hizashi (Hiashi's brother), was main financial representative and was considered somewhat of a god in the economy. All three children had been centre-stage in the world from a young age, and Hinata had finally demanded that they be allowed a normal holiday where they could just be normal teenagers. She wanted time without the entourage and the hundreds of suitcases of clothes and the people that fawned on her everywhere.
Unfortunately, Neji wasn't overly enjoying normal.
"Stop fussing," she rolled her eyes, making to grab his arm and lead him up to reception when there was a large bang that caused both her and Neji to turn and stare in the direction of the main exit that led deeper into the resort; catching sight of a mop of red hair .
Gaara leapt up in embarrassment, locking eyes with a brunette male across the lobby. He flushed red and managed to stalk off with as much dignity intact as he possibly could. Sasuke just glared at the back of the blonde that had been rude –and stupid –enough to knock into him. Mikoto looked at him sternly and he just snorted crossly. It was the redhead's fault he had to go and trip over his bag like that! Itachi just made a chuckling noise at his expense, to which Sasuke swatted him.
"Boys, no fighting," Fugaku warned and the brothers settled with glaring at each other.
Itachi sighed heavily and turned around, only to suddenly be attacked by a blur of blonde hair as arms were thrown around him and he was practically lifted into the air. He let out an ungraceful 'oof' before being plonked unceremoniously back to the ground. Before Sasuke could react, those same arms were latched around him and he was leaning away from the embrace with distaste.
"…Hello Deidara," he remarked flatly, with as little enthusiasm as he could manage.
"Dei? What are you doing here?" Itachi inquired curiously as the blonde spitfire released his poor, resisting brother.
"Didn't your mother tell you, yeah?" Deidara exclaimed, "Mikoto! How could you not tell Itachi I was coming?"
"I wanted it to be a surprise," she admitted with a smile, "Your father and I were worried that there wouldn't be anyone your age here, Itachi –" Itachi and Sasuke both looked at their father for confirmation but the man just shrugged defensively, indicative of a 'I had nothing to do with it' response.
"How come Itachi got to have a friend invited…" Sasuke complained.
" –Because he actually had friends to invite, yeah," Deidara smirked teasingly, sticking his tongue out and grinning when Sasuke tried to set his Uchiha glare on him.
"He has a point, Sasuke, now behave yourself," his mother reprimanded, and that just pushed her son further into a sulk by his mother claiming he had no friends. She giggled to herself and hurried her family along as the manager; Kakashi; requested they follow one of the employees up to their room.
A girl with pink hair watched the resort-goers ahead of her leave the room with a grin of delight on her face whilst remaining at all times at least a metre ahead of her parents. Maybe this holiday with her parents wasn't going to be so terrible; not with hot guys like that around –and even that guy with the long brown hair didn't look too bad! As long as her parents kept their promise to only be seen with her when completely necessary, Sakura was determined to have the best summer ever!
Kakashi sighed in resignation as he saw a girl with bright pink hair wander up to the reception desk, ogling the Uchihas that had just disappeared deeper into the resort. He had the feeling it was going to be that kind of summer; he could already tell from the small amount of people he had seen. His sigh turned into a small smirk, when he realised that maybe, this could be a little amusing; if given a tad of direction.
"Oh no, Kakashi Hatake, I know that look," Iruka Umino scolded, hands on hips like a mother warning her child, "No mischief this year!"
"Me; cause mischief?" Kakashi remarked, his eyes conveying his mock astonishment at such an accusation, "Never." Iruka frowned for a moment, before deciding that he'd give the older man a chance to prove that he was going to behave.
"All right…" he scowled, "…Just see it stays that way…" He didn't miss the mischievous glint in his co-workers eye though and had the feeling that Kakashi was going to do the exact opposite.
Kakashi's always up to something! Summer vacation should be interesting
xx K