Disclaimers: I did not create Naruto nor did I make Beauty & The Beast- a sad fact, but still a fact. This is purely a SasuNaru fanfic using someone else's characters.
Beauty & The Beast: A D-Rank Mission
Chapter 3
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"Cue Belle singing and walking on stage." When nothing happened, the director peeked over his shoulder and cleared his throat. "Belle?"
"Naruto- hello? That's you! Go!" Sakura angrily whispered, still salty about the casting call.
"I'm not doing this."
"Yes. You are."
"I. Am. Not. Doing. This."
Kakashi stepped in behind the aggravated blonde. Bending down he whispered in his ear, "so, you'd rather have it marked on your record that you failed a mission?"
Naruto huffed loudly. "But Kakashi-sensei! This is so embarrassing.." he looked down at his costume, pulling at the dainty fabric.
He wore a blue floor-length robe, almost the exact color of his eyes, with a soft white apron tied around his waist. The deep v of the robe revealed a lean, sun-kissed chest that kept Sasuke from blinking like how people do. The look was an alluring fit, and still just feminine enough to fit the part. Sasuke would know- he hasn't looked at anything else since Naruto put the tantalizing thing on. Christ- get ahold of yourself he silently chided himself, I mean could you BE anymore obvious?!
"You look wonderful Naruto" Kakashi replied, earning himself a death glare from a certain Uchiha. "Besides- isn't it your ninja way to never back down from a challenge?"
Naruto rolled his eyes. "Fine.."
"Good boy." He tousled Naruto's golden locks, and Sasuke saw red. Literally saw red. He took a few deep breaths, reining in his spinning sharingan.
Kakashi watched the jealous teen, a smirk teasing the corner of his eye. Oh this is going to be fun.
Blushing a lovely shade of pink, Naruto stepped out onto the stage, a book clutched to his chest. "Little townnn.. it's a quiet village. Everydayyy like the-uhhh!!"
Naruto's foot caught in the fabric and he landed square on his face. The group stared at him, Sakura struggled and failed to hold back a victorious laugh, and Sasuke rolled his eyes. Freaking dobe.
Naruto jumped to his feet, glaring at his feet. "Dammit!I'm going to kill this stupid outfit!"
The director clapped his hands. "Alright people- from the top. Belle, darling, watch your step."
"Pfff.. not my fault. Making me wear this damn thing.." he mumbled as he shuffled back to the other side of the stage.
On his second try, Naruto's voice cracked and he had to start over.
On the third try, he knocked another actor down as he moved through the village set-up, which in turn knocked over the cardboard bakery and the little cart in front of it, scattering fake baguettes everywhere.
On the fourth try, Naruto fell off the sliding ladder in the bookstore. He had been trying to throw his arm out as the ladder swung to the slide, but apparently put too much "umphh" into the gesture and went flying.
"Nnn! Dammit!" he groaned, pushing himself up. His tousled hair hung low around his face, brushing against his eyelashes as he looked down. His robe had slipped down one shoulder, and raised slightly up one leg as he sat up on the floor.
Sasuke felt something stir deep in his gut, and he bit his lip hard to contain it. Oh my god.. why is this happening to me?
"Old Man Director?" Naruto called from his place on the floor, legs out to the side, robe still draped low.
"We'll, I don't love that name.." but he headed over to the blonde anyways. "What is it my Belle?"
"Maybe you should have someone else play this part.." Naruto sighed. "I don't think I'm very good at this."
"Hmm.." the director knelt down in front of the despondent blonde. "You know- I've heard talk all over town about the Uzumaki kid who never gives up. Who's always happy and positive and full of life." He peered down at him through his spectacles. "Where is that vibrant kid now?"
Naruto's head shot up. "Well yeah! But.. don't you want a girl for this role?"
The director glanced over towards the Beast, who was watching them very carefully. "I think that you will make the best Belle for our Beast, Naruto-dear."
Naruto stared at him in confusion. "Wha-?"
"Sasuke!" the director suddenly called. The raven-haired teen tensed. "Come here please."
Sasuke looked at the disheveled blonde then at the director, eyeing him suspiciously as he walked over. The man rose to his feet and pulled Sasuke closer. "Great. Now- help our little Belle to his feet, and we will have you two practice some of your lines together."
Up close Sasuke could see the freckles on Naruto's smooth tanned shoulders. They led a tempting path down his arms and sprinkled lightly across his bare chest. Sasuke swallowed thickly and kept quiet, not trusting his voice.
"Uhhh! I don't need his help!!" Naruto jumped to his feet, eager to show how much he didn't need help.
Too eager.
With his robe hanging off his shoulder there was more on the floor, meaning more to trip on.
Naruto's bright blue eyes widened as his foot slid across the silky fabric, and he went flying back. Sasuke tried to grab him when Naruto's foot connected with his and shoved him off his feet, and the two plummeted to the floor.
Naruto landed hard on his back and his head slammed down with a solid thud. "Nnn!" He groaned. "What the fu-" a whoosh of air escaped his lips as Sasuke dropped on top of him.
Sasuke pushed himself up on his forearms and glowered down at the blonde mess. "What the hell, Naruto! Why are you so-"
-sexy, his mind murmured. Naruto's face was flush, his lips slightly parted, a look of pained surprise in his eyes.. oh my god- is this turning me on?
He went up on his hands and knees and looked back down, locking into memory the loose robe, the tousled hair, the face that constantly haunted his wet dreams despite his clear instructions not to.
He hardened his face, Uchiha style, and rose to his feet. Averting his eyes, he held out his hand. "Come on, Dobe."
Naruto frowned at the nickname, but reached out his hand and let Sasuke pull him to his feet. "Thanks" he muttered, not looking up.
"And fix your robe." Before he could stop himself, Sasuke gently pulled the material back over Naruto's shoulder, his fingers lightly brushing against forbidden skin. He smiled softly, "such a dobe."
Naruto looked up in surprise. Why does Sasuke sound like that? Why is he-? He gazed up at his pale face as his fingers slowly pulled away. What.. what is this?
"Belle! Beast! I want to see some action!"
Both boys blushed and quickly turned away from each other.
"Alright- castle looks great! Woah- hey! Gaston? Are you.. are you freaking drunk? Why is the dresser crying?"
The Beast and his Belle quietly slipped away towards opposite sides of the stage.
"Ok, and how is it that no one understood that Chip has to have a chip in it?"
They both squeezed past an assortment of tired cast and jumbled props, and made their way out of separate exits as the director raged on.
"And where the hell is my rose?!"
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