Gamble

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“Books aren’t for reading they’re only useful if they have illustrations.”
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I knew I was here for a reason, but I couldn’t honestly remember what that reason was. I know for a fact I was repressing. I was repressing like a first time porn viewer. You know it’s not a bad thing because it’s a fact of life but the act looks disgusting at first, all that fluid and shit, but after that porn is just great. There is also the act of getting caught you know, waxing the gun, so to speak. I still couldn’t understand why I was sitting here, past repression thing excluded, there should be a logical reason but nothing was coming to mind. This was becoming normal and the thought alone made me shiver. I actually knew where things were located and the basic floor plan. I had been in this school for what was it, four years now, and I had never graced this area in my career.

Libraries and Naruto are not meant to mix like milk and vinegar. Hell I knew what a card catalogue was and that’s just freaky.

I had been in this room twice in one month. What was that about thirty-five months, six hundred and forty-two days, fifteen hours, thirty-two minutes and forty-seven seconds of library abstinence? That had to be some kind of world record. Actually, It had taken a whole hour to find the library my first time around. The school is freaking huge. Now, I have to tell you, I am exceedingly glad I hadn’t run into anyone.

And that’s probably why I’m in the library.

Again.

See, nobody in his or her right mind would look for me here. Sure, they can speculate but then they’d think they’d gone crazy. Naruto in a library? Never. So, that’s where I currently reside. I had planned earlier to try and do my homework but math was not connecting with my brain and history was, you know, in the past where it should be. History was in no means connected with the present so I had decided to repress my past.

Nothing had happened.

Nope, nothing.

So, in this library with its musty books and shitty computers, I did the only thing that made sense for me at the time. I pulled out the porn. Well, I was crafty about it. Then again it was a technique past down through the ages by the general male community, which I was starting to doubt existed because they all seemed to be leaning away from women.

But anyway, the technique was simple and is as follows:
Step 1: Grab musty old book. (Make sure it’s not to boring don’t want to cause suspicion)
Step 2: Insert porn magazine.
Step 3: You have yourself a convenient cover. (Good job! Pat yourself on the back for a job well done!)

I, the great Naruto, was staring down out a marvelous pair of boobies when a hand landed on my shoulder.

“ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!” I shut the book as quickly as possible and swiveled in my chair.

“SHUT UP!” A chorus of students and the disgruntled librarian yelled at my outburst.

“Gaara! Didn’t anyone ever teach you to, you know, uh, knock?” I blushed, I know, I could feel it.

“Interesting reading material Uzumaki. Has it taught you anything of importance for your academic education?” Gaara slid the porn magazine out of the musty history book, ‘Canadian History,’ not conspicuous in anyway. I watched for a minute as Gaara flipped through the pages.

“Of course it has! I am acutely aware of the female anatomy, and have come to appreciate the epitome of beauty that god has created: The female. Secondly, I have learned that my dick still has function and stands at attention to do my biding.” I nodded to Gaara with a smile and missed the pointed look down at my special area.

“You wearing underwear today Naruto?” I blinked at Gaara who was again looking at the magazine and scratched the back of my head.

“Yeah, of course, why wouldn’t I be?” Then it hit my like the magazine that was whacked across the side of my face. “Oh, that, yeah I’m wearing them. That reminds me I should return the pair you lent me.” I watched as Gaara looked back in the magazine.

“You can keep them Uzumaki, they were new ones anyway.” Gaara glanced at me from the corner of his eyes.

“After I go through the trouble of washing them too!” I snorted. “Well good, it is the nicest thing that has ever graced the beautiful package, that is Uzumaki Naruto’s glorified penis!” I all but shouted this. Gaara snorted.

“Will someone shut that kid up!?” Someone shouted from somewhere in the library.

“I’m sure my boxers are the only stimulating thing you have Uzumaki.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know that my hands are ten times better than anything you or anybody else can do for me, no matter what Sasu…” I stopped in shock. REPRESSING, NARUTO, repressing. I glanced up at Gaara and saw the scariest thing I have ever seen in my very short life.

Gaara eyes had narrowed to the point where the black eyeliner had enhanced the green orbs of his eyes until them seemed to glow. The kanji for love on his forehead, for some odd reason, seemed to be intensified in the moment. His scowl was enough to have a lesser man drop dead. Babies started to cry, and mothers screamed in fear. Men hid for their lives and animals ran through the forest in absolute terror. Birds took off from the open window and a kid walking by our cubby space almost pissed himself.

Tumbleweed rolled by.

“What were you going to say Uzumaki?” The porn magazine was all but forgotten on Gaaras lap.

Hmm, what a shame.

“Uh, no matter what sashimi does to my stomach?” I tried to muster my courage for the obvious lie. One voice inside of my head was cheering me on, another cried out in anguish to let out all my emotion and cry like a little girl, ‘Sasuke’s a bad, perverted man!’ “Yeah, you know, raw fish, eww.” I finished lamely.

He was still glaring but it had lessened, which was a great relief. A heard his hair screech forward towards me and watched as the porn fell to the floor.

“Gaara you gonna pick that up?” I looked back up and caught sight of his face; well it was very hard to miss. Why you ask, because it was two freaking centimeters away from mine! I tried to pull away further since my personal bubble had been invaded, again. Gaaras hand slipped behind me and laced through the hair at the nape of my head. “Uh, Gaa…” I was cut off as a pair of lips captured mine. I made the mistake of attempting to protest with a mouth over mine. His tongue slipped forward and explored in my mouth for the second time. I felt him shifting and didn’t realize when he got up to push me onto the table.

“Nngh, Gaara.” He spread his legs with his own and wedged himself between them. I felt his hands scale down my shirt and slip up under it, trailing the sides of my shirt up with his hands. His mouth descended on mine again and I gasped.

Gaara was so bloody hot!

He pinched a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I couldn’t help but arch my body off the desk, away from his questing fingers; at least that’s what I told myself. His mouth found mine again and his left hand fisted tightly in my hair. I felt his tongue flick across the crease of my lip and then bite into my bottom lip. He soothed that with another stroke of his tongue, and then pushed the wet muscle past my slacked defenses to roughly stroke against my tongue. My hands were clutching against his t-shirt at around this time. A hand wheedled its way down my rock hard abs and past to the zipper of my orange shorts. I could hear the zippers descent tooth by agonizing tooth.

I could also vaguely hear a gasp from near by.

Gaara lifted his head away but did not disengage his body from mine; he just sort of turned his head to the side. I was only vaguely aware that a trail of saliva was sliding down my chin. I couldn’t have possibly known that my lips were a red colour, that my hair was tossed and messy, that a flush graced my cheeks, that my eyes were a dark indigo in colour and shined with lust, that my abs were on full display, and that I was actually hard.

Hard as a frigging rock!

I glanced in the direction that Gaara was and noticed a girl that was vaguely familiar to me with her hand in front of her mouth. There was an awkward twinkle in her eye that scared me more than Gaara’s look of death.

“What?” Gaara voice entered the small space, promises of a slow, torturous death to the person who interrupted, dripping off of every word.

“N-n-nothing!” She scuttled away at high speed. At her departure I sat up and placed a hand against my forehead. Gaara was now standing between my spread legs.

“She’s going to spread this in about zero point five seconds. I doomed!” I cried out to the heavens. Gaara snorted and picked up the dirty magazine.

“You know Uzumaki, girls like these don’t interest me. Do you know why?” Gaara put the magazine on the desk and smiled secretively at me.

“You like girls with smaller boobs?” I inquired. Please, please, say you like girls.

“No, my interest lies with a different organ all together. It just so happens I like you as well Uzumaki. Don’t let Uchiha touch you again or I’ll have to tie you away from the world. Your mine.” Gaara gave me a slow chaste kiss on the lips before leaving our secluded space, that wasn’t as secluded as I first thought.

What the hell was happening in this school? Was some weird virus going around that I wasn’t informed about?

Please, say virus!

I was seriously not cheering for this virus.

I got down from my desk, perch, and make out spot thing and reorganized my appearance. Well I tried too.

“Holy fucking shit!”

I jumped.

A resounding shut up was heard from the library again that day.

I looked to the entrance to my cubby space and saw none other than my best bud Kiba.

“Hey, dog-breath.” I smiled at him.

“Is the apocalypse coming or something?” He leaned against one of the stacks casually.

“Why do you say that?” I looked over at Kiba. It was always weird seeing him without his canine companion.

“Well, how do I describe this in a way that you’ll get it.” Kiba looked around and tapped his finger against his tattooed cheeks. His eyes lit up suddenly and I was sort of scared at the maniacal gleam in them. He grabbed a kid I had never seen before in my life and turned him to face me. I could see from the look on his face that he was probably scared and most likely not in the same grade as us.

“Do you know who this is?” The kid nodded slowly. “And?”

Silence.

“Kiba, what the hell are you doing?” I sighed and ran a hand through my make out hair.

“This is Uzumaki Naruto.” He looked at the kid pointedly.

Silence.

“He’s in a library.”

Silence.

And then a piercing scream filled the atmosphere; the kid threw his books up into the air and ran for his life.

I looked up at Kiba in disbelief. D-d-did that really just happen?

“See, you being here, perfect sign of an apocalyptic event.” Kiba stated smugly. He took Gaara’s old chair and slid it over to the table to rest his feet on. He spotted the porn magazine and pulled it to him, flipping through the pages.

“Okay, okay, I get it. Uzumaki Naruto in a library is a record-breaking event. Now, what do you want?” I asked flopping down into my seat.

“Well, for one congratulations. You are now inadvertently a hero to all women and some men for your exploits.” Kiba smiled knowingly at me.

“Huh, what did I do?” I couldn’t think of anything awe-inspiring I had done recently. Unless you could count having three of the schools most noted, eligible bachelors craving your attention. But I was almost certain that would induce hate into the masses. What else could I have done? Unless they finally noticed just how awesome I am.

About damn time.

“You’re kidding me? You didn’t see it? I knew it was your doing, but anyway, Herbal essences launched their new campaign. The new poster boy for Herbal happens to be one Hyuuga Neji and I know you’re the only one who could make Neji do something like that.” Kiba smiled at me as I gapped at him. “Actually I think his fan squad tripled in the span of a minute with the launch of the commercial. Missy’s never been used for anything better. I have to say, Neji was hot. You lucky bastard, you got the live performance!”

I started laughing.

Neji is going to kill me!

That’s when we heard it. It started as a small rumble in the earth and then we heard the rising roar of voices. Kiba launched at me and we held each other tight and cowered when we heard the screams and trembling of the earth.

Something was going on. Something earth shaking.

Neji rounded our corner panting heavily a flush on his face and a pair of lacy pink panties dangling from his hair. He didn’t notice us for a minute but when he did his eyes sparked in recognition.

“You!” Neji charged towards me and Kiba jumped as far away from me as humanly possible in alarm. Oh, you bastard! I glared at him as Neji grabbed me by my collar. I had no friends; they all desert me when dangerous males come my way.

“Yes?” I batted my eyelashes innocently.

“This is all your fault! Do you have any idea the hell I’ve been through these past few days! No, of course not! You haven’t been followed by hoards of people throwing stuff at you that you’d rather haven’t had ever seen. You ruined me.” Nejis head fell to the groove of me shoulder and I tensed up.

I looked at Kiba for help but he was nowhere to be seen.

Gone.

Vanished.

Left me with Neji.

Alone.

I was so going to kill him!

“Ah, Neji, there’s a pair of panties in your hair.” I supplied to him. I was being nice after all; I’m a nice guy. He carefully extracted the panties from his hair praying to whatever gods would listen that they were not used. He grabbed the porn magazine and threw them inside.

“I’m buring these.”

“But my magazine! That’s one of my best issues!” I pleaded to him, but he shot me a look.

“Uzumaki, this is a lot less then what you deserve. I plan to punish you as much as possible. Remember you owe me for this.” Neji sat down and pushed the porn as far away from him as possible.

“But, you were the one who…” He shot me another look.

“Naruto, me grabbing you do not equal this at all. You haven’t had to get groped by strangers young and old. Hell, if I didn’t know that I’d groped you I’d swear you’d never been groped before.” Neji sighed and stretched out his shoulders.

“Look, what you know.” I mumbled.

“What was that Uzumaki?” He looked over at me and I blushed.

“Nothing.”

“Well, anyway. I’m planning to get you back for this and when I find something equal to what you did to me you have to comply.” Neji got up and checked around the stacks and sighed in relief. “Later, Uzumaki.”

I slumped down in my chair. I wonder what Neji could possibly come up with. It wasn’t like having a fan club was a bad thing. I then heard shrieking and rampaging from the hallway.

Or, maybe I am mistaken.

I tried to relax, but today was turning into another day that I would rather repress. I shivered and slumped on the desk, my face facing the oping to my study area.

“Sasuke-kun!”

I bolted up so fast I think I saw stars, or my new roommate Sai, same thing.

I ran up to him and pulled him into my cubicle.

“What’s the big idea Dickless, miss me already?”

“Do you know how to flirt?” I asked him, bits of my brain slowly flowing out of my ears.

“What?” Sai looked at me confused.

“Okay, I’ll sum this up quick. There’s this guy Sasuke who I lost a bet to and I don’t want him to see me. If he comes by here I need him to, I don’t know, think I’m unavailable?” I nodded to myself that sounded intelligent to me.

“And what do I get out of this?” Sai asked leaning back in his chair.

The shouts of ‘Sasuke-kun!’ were getting louder.

“I don’t know what do you want?” I looked at Sai a little nervous. Hell I just met the guy.

A small smile graced his lips. “I just want to see if you even have anything in those horrid orange shorts.”

I gapped at him. He wanted to see me pantless?

The shouts were really close now.

Were the men in this school deranged?

“Yeah, yeah, fine!” Because apparently I was as well.

I heard footsteps and felt a hand forcibly grab my hair.

And I was kissed for the second time that day. Sai was methodical about his approach and slowly increased his pressure. Sai increased his pressure and pushed his tongue into my mouth. A part of me floated away with the wind.

Oh, hell with it!

I drew my hands up and circled his neck pulling him closer. I felt him tug at my hair and got the hint. I move forward and straddled his lap and gasped when I felt something poking me. Now, that was too big to be a pen.

He’s not hard, hesnothard, nothardnothardnothard!

He grinded into my upper thigh and I almost blanched.

He was harder than Michael Jackson in Disneyland.

“Having fun Uzumaki?”

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Alright, I'm evil. Just to let you know this stuff just spews out whenever it feels like it. I have a vague idea of what I'm going to do with each chapter but that's about it.

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