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 8
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Theatrical clapping started the moment Sasuke and Naruto stepped back on stage. They glanced over to find the director moving towards them, emerald eyes glittering with mischief and delight. "Our two lovebirds have finally returned. Wonderful!"
"Did you just say lovebirds?!" Naruto sputtered.
The director patted Naruto on the head with a smile. "Oh my dear, Belle. Your beauty is only matched by your ignorance."
Naruto grinned. "Thanks! Wait- hey!!"
Sasuke rolled his eyes. Dobe.
"Alright you two. I think we will call it a night. Make sure you are back first thing tomorrow though. As they say, the show must go on" he said with a flourish, waving around a handkerchief that had appeared out of nowhere.
"Wait, where is it going?"
The director blinked at the clueless blonde. "Oh sweet Beast, you truly have your hands full with this one- don't you?"
Naruto looked back and forth between the amused director and the horrified Sasuke. "What is he talking about, Sa-"
The Uchiha grabbed his wrist and pulled him away. "Come on- let's go."
"Sasuke! Wait, dammit! If you make me trip I'm going to punch you right in the fur vest!"
The director watched the boys leave the auditorium, eyes shining. He chuckled lightly to himself as the blonde continued to shriek random nonsense at the shockingly patient raven.
"Kakashi was right", he muttered to himself, "they really do make a perfect Belle and Beast."
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Sasuke dragged Naruto away from the infuriating director and straight to the dressing rooms. He grabbed Naruto's clothes from the shelf nearby and pushed them into his hands before shoving him into one of the stalls.
"What is your problem?!" Naruto shouted at him.
"Just go change." Before I lose my mind..
Sasuke wasn't sure he could stand seeing Naruto in that freaking outfit for another second. Not without making an even bigger fool of himself.
"Ok, ok- jeez."
Once the blonde was safely behind the curtain, Sasuke grabbed his stuff and stepped into his own stall. He quickly changed out of his furs and slipped back into his Uchiha clothes. He stepped out and a moment later Naruto joined him.
"Satisfied?"
No. "Hn."
Naruto rolled his eyes and walked off, and Sasuke moved quick to accompany him.
"What are you doing, Teme?" he asked, his voice heavy with exhaustion.
"Walking you home."
Naruto stopped, and Sasuke stopped with him. The blonde narrowed his eyes. "I don't need you to walk me home."
"And yet, I'm still going to."
The blonde stared at him suspiciously. "Why?"
"Because you're a dobe."
Naruto growled and threw out a fist, but Sasuke caught it easily. "Stop calling me that!"
Sasuke just stared at him, making the blonde feel self-conscious. "You can let go now.." he muttered.
Sasuke lowered his arm, but kept his hand wrapped around Naruto's fist.
Naruto glanced down at his trapped hand. "You're being weird again."
"What would you have done if I hadn't shown up?" Sasuke whispered, his eyes locked onto their hands.
Naruto tilted his head. "What are you talking about, Teme?"
Sasuke's head shot up- "don't you get what they were trying to do? Those jerks were going to attack you!"
"And if they did I would have kicked their ass!" Naruto shouted back, over-confident. As usual.
"You don't get it, Naruto."
"Just because I have to play some freaking chick in a play doesn't mean I'm some helpless maiden, Sasuke." The Uchiha looked up into his deep blue, determined eyes. "I'm a shinobi too, you know. I know how to fight back."
"I know." Sasuke released his hand and turned away from him. "Let's go."
They walked out of the building, and headed down the road to Naruto's apartment, when the blonde finally broke the silence. "You're being really weird today, Sasuke."
"Hn."
"Why..?"
Sasuke sighed, pushing his long ebony hair back with rough, restless hands. "I don't know."
"Maybe it's because you're playing a Beast", Naruto thought out loud.
Maybe it's because you're playing my Belle.
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"Places, people, placesssss" the director sang out. Several people applauded, and the man took a moment to curtsy before rushing off.
Naruto yawned loudly as he shuffled onto the stage, adjusting his disheveled robe as he walked.
"Dammit! Obey me, dress!"
"Naruto. Naruto, darling!" the director swatted at his hands.
"Hey!"
"Please don't ruin the silk."
"Ughh!! But it's not listening!"
Sasuke raised an eyebrow as he observed from the other side of the stage.
"Ok, ok, here's what we'll do. Miranda! Miranda? Mirandaaaaa!"
"Miranda!!" Naruto shouted.
Sasuke stifled a laugh.
Miranda, a short girl with huge round glasses, a reddening face, and most of a sewing kit strapped to her arm, stepped out from behind the curtain. "Did someone call for me?" she asked timidly.
"Are you Miranda?" Naruto asked.
She nodded.
"Then yes."
"Miranda, love. Let's help our dear Belle, hm? Oh, umm-where is my Beast?"
Oh god.. he's up to something. I can feel it.
"Ahh, there he is. Sasuke, come join us. Yes, quickly now."
The Uchiha stepped forward, warily. I don't trust this man. He looks far too happy right now.
"Alright, Beast, sweetie- I need you to stand in front of Belle. No, right over here." He grabbed Sasuke and pivoted him over to face the blonde about five feet in front of him. "There we are. Now, I need you to stay just like that."
Sasuke's eyebrow twitched, but he said nothing.
"Wonderful. Miranda- you know what to do."
The girl nodded and without a word removed Naruto's apron and pulled open his silk robe.
"What the hell!" Naruto yelled, grabbing at the silk wrapped in her hands.
Sasuke just stared. He could feel his face turning sharingan red, but he couldn't look away.
Naruto had nothing on underneath his robes besides a pair of light blue boxers. Sasuke's eyes slid down his toned chest and lean waist, to the tight cloth beneath, before crawling back up his body to refocus on his face. He saw the director out of the corner of his eye, saw his eyes shine with amusement, and took a hurried step back.
"Ah-ah" he said, "I need my Beast to keep our sweet Belle hidden from the rest of the stage. You wouldn't want him getting too much attention now, would you?"
Sasuke glared, but stayed at his post.
"Dammit Lady! Let go of the damn thing!"
"Sir, I need to-"
"I'm freaking naked! Give me my freaking dress back!"
"Naruto!" The blonde looked up, just now realizing that Sasuke was standing there, watching the whole thing. "Just let her help you."
The blonde pouted, his face flushed with embarrassment. That, combined with his near nakedness stirred something deep in Sasuke's gut, something that, he was absolutely horrified to find, was making his pants tighten. Sasuke grabbed his script and pretended to fidget with it to hide his lap, while Naruto chilled out enough for Miranda to adjust his robes and tie the apron back around his waist.
"Well done, Beast. You truly have a way with our dear Belle. Alright" he clapped again. He's always freaking clapping. "- time for rehearsal!"
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"Alright, my dear Beast- you can go ahead and have a seat. Belle darling, stay there. We are going to have you perform some scenes with our new Gaston."
"New..?"
"Let's just the last one couldn't keep his hands off the dresser's drawers."
Sasuke's eye twitched.
So, who's playing Gaston?
Sasuke stepped to the side of the stage and drew out the script from his back pocket. it. He shuffled through it and his eyes sharpened when he skimmed through their scenes together. What the fuck is this?!
Naruto looked over and waved at someone entering the stage. "Oh, hey Neji! I didn't know you were in this play too."
A sharingan activated, unnoticed in the dark, as the brunette approached his co-star. "Yeah, I'm playing Gaston now."
"Ok you two. Find a spot by the fountain. We'll start at the top of page two. Anddddd action!"
"Hello, Belle" Neji said in his deepest voice, propping a leg up next to the blonde.
"Oh.. uh- Bonjour, Gaston."
Sasuke glared at the brute as he ripped the book out of Naruto's hands. "How can you read this?" he said with clear disgust. "There's no pictures!"
Naruto jumped to his feet and snatched the book back. "Some people use their imaginations."
He moved around Gaston, when the brunette suddenly pushed him up against the wall of a nearby shop. He propped himself up on one elbow, while he grabbed Naruto's chin with his other hand, lifting his face.
Sasuke took an unintentional step forward, eyes burning.
"Time you get your head out of those books, Belle-" he breathed, "and paid attention to more important things." He leaned closer, smirking. "Like me."
Naruto starred at Neji, absolutely horrified. "Wh-what?!"
"How about you and me go for a little walk. I'll show you my... hunting trophies."
Blue eyes widened. "I-"
Sasuke snapped. He stormed across the stage, sharingan spinning, teeth clenched. He grabbed Neji roughly by the shoulder and shoved him back.
"What hell, Uchiha!"
"Fuck off, Hyuga!"
"Woahhhhh! Woah, woah.. ok, gentlemen. Lets take a little break. Let's all just.. take cold baths and eat some protein."
Ignoring the director and the rest of the damn theatre troupe, Sasuke grabbed Naruto's wrist and dragged him away, growling across the stage like the Beast that he was.
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Author Note:
~ Because all great love stories need a jealous lover, preferably the beastly kind. ;)
And to buzzk97- omggggg I laughed so hard at your comment. Nutmeg. I just- I just can't. That one freaking got me. XD I'm so glad that you're enjoying the story!