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Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
1,067
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Hot Water
Thank you for the reviews received thus far! I'm glad to be back! I'm curious though...why is it that I can update every day while I'm in college, yet dawdle when I'm at home? One of these days, I'll figure it out, but until this, updates will have to continue being semi-regular. I'll make sure the wait is no longer than a week, though.
As depressing as it is, I don't own Naruto, though he'd be the sunshine in my life if he ever became legal.
***||***
Nearly two meters tall. A physique that was impressive, even among shinobi of similar rank. Lips tilted in a faint, unconscious (but well-meaning) smirk that often drove women to distraction. To top it all off, a sense of fashion that never failed to catch the eye.
All of this summed up equals one Uzumaki Naruto.
However, the smirk was mysteriously absent from the description for today. Damn them. Damn them all. Shameless, the lot of them.
For a shinobi, Naruto was only barely above the average for flexibility, but often that extra degree of motion was enough to save his life. Where an average person would only be able to move in an 90 degree range (supposing that this was the usual case), a ninja would have to be able to move in at least a 110 degree range if he or she hoped to survive becoming a chuunin.
Seeing the pile of gifts standing in front of Sasuke’s door, Naruto figured that getting through it without knocking anything over would make Sasuke a hero among ninja for bendiness virtually unheard of since Jiraiya-sama had published his first illustrated Icha-Icha Paradisu book.
Naruto didn’t need the Byakugan (or the Hyuuga who came with it) to know what was in some of those packages. Ero-sennin showed me where that package came from, and I think that shape is like the furry-looking wristbinders that restrain people in some of the countries near here. That other one’s fairly innocent, a book, but for all I know, it’s the complete guide to mastering sex positions, with drawings to help achieve them. The black one...whoa, now that’s from an expensive jewelry store; whatever’s in that box could probably pay my rent for a month, if sold!
For one, transcendent moment of his life, Naruto sincerely contemplated becoming a ninja thief. It would have been easy, considering the pile of considerable money just being wasted sitting on Sasuke’s porch in the early morning Konoha sun, with no eagle-eyed kunoichi standing guard waiting patiently for movement inside the Uchiha’s apartment...
...or from someone like me who is standing here wide open for the kunoichi presumably hidden around here to drill with kunai...
Naruto decided around then that he would neither steal from his friend or stand around waiting to be killed by a Sasuke-fanatic, so he left.
I know it’s his birthday today and all...but getting him a gift isn’t right, since I know exactly where most of those are going, which is right back where they came from, or into the trashcan. It also occured to Naruto that more than one of those gifts (from either festivals, Valentine’s Day, or occasions like Sasuke’s birthday) often found their way into Naruto’s own home, given him by an unrepentant Uchiha.
The book, if it’s what I think it is, looks interesting, anyway.
No, he knew that getting Sasuke a gift was out of the question, because whoever he showed favoritism to, in the times when he received presents, got attacked in various unpleasant ways.
At any other time I’d welcome the thought of a ton of girls running after me, but I don’t feel like dodging sharp things, fists, or feet, or being on the receiving end of jutsu, or harsh words...
It was simpler just to avoid the whole fiasco. Wish I had learned that a year ago.
So, what was to be done? He was getting along better with Sasuke than he ever had before, but what would be a nice way to...demonstrate that he too celebrated the day Sasuke had come into this world without making it all gooey and girlish?
Well, I’ll be training with him anyway, so...after that?
With a grin, he came up with what to do for his stoic friend. The onsen would be perfect. We’ll be sore anyway, and hot water cures most things, so why the hell not? I’ll even pay; I got my paycheck last week, I’ve still got plenty left over--
Naruto decided that the onsen it would be.
***||***
Hot water and friends...it doesn’t get any better than this...
Naruto was happy. Happy that he was with Sasuke, who was currently pruning in the hot water next to him. Happy that the training had gone so well. Happy that no obnoxious Sasuke-fanatics had popped out of the bushes with cameras.
...this almost seems surreal. He did one of the only things he could think of to dismiss the illusion that he was dreaming.
He splashed water at the currently-oblivious Sasuke.
Sasuke spluttered as the overly-warm water landed on his face. “Dobe!” He growled. “What the hell was that for?”
“Sorry,” Naruto replied unrepentantly. “You were still for so long I thought you’d died.”
“Moron,” Sasuke grumbled. “You can’t even hear me breathing?”
“I can, but that could be faked.”
“Idiot.”
“Jackass.”
Naruto sighed. I think I just got happier. We’re snarking at each other. It’s so perfect...
“Hey.”
“Yeah?” What’s he want now? It’s so peaceful right now...
“Thanks for taking me here.”
Wow, he thanked me--wait a second. Uchiha Sasuke doesn’t thank anyone! Shit, where’s my kunai? “You sure you’re Sasuke?” Naruto asked warily, but with a bit of humor. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you thank anyone.”
Through the steam, he heard Sasuke sniff. “There’s a first time for everything.”
“And you just JOKED!” Naruto squeaked. “Who the hell are you?!”
“Oh, shut up, dobe.”
“Bastard.”
This is such a good day.
***||***
Let the cluelessness begin.
I don't know what it's like to have an insanely powerful demon sealed inside my abdomen, but being ostracized for reasons you didn't know about until you were a bit older (and the damage had been done) would, in my opinion, kind of drive thoughts of romance out of one's head. I don't think Naruto would be the exception to this, though he certainly is the exception to a lot of things. Right now, he's probably just soaking in life (and hot water) with a friend as he'd probably never been able to do in his life, and that would make him happy.
Besides, this is me. Did you really think I'd throw them into bed together in one triumphant declaration of mutual adoration and let them screw each other senseless? Nope. I'm meaner than that.
Happy soon-to-be New Year to you all! ::walks away looking for the fizzy cider::
As depressing as it is, I don't own Naruto, though he'd be the sunshine in my life if he ever became legal.
***||***
Nearly two meters tall. A physique that was impressive, even among shinobi of similar rank. Lips tilted in a faint, unconscious (but well-meaning) smirk that often drove women to distraction. To top it all off, a sense of fashion that never failed to catch the eye.
All of this summed up equals one Uzumaki Naruto.
However, the smirk was mysteriously absent from the description for today. Damn them. Damn them all. Shameless, the lot of them.
For a shinobi, Naruto was only barely above the average for flexibility, but often that extra degree of motion was enough to save his life. Where an average person would only be able to move in an 90 degree range (supposing that this was the usual case), a ninja would have to be able to move in at least a 110 degree range if he or she hoped to survive becoming a chuunin.
Seeing the pile of gifts standing in front of Sasuke’s door, Naruto figured that getting through it without knocking anything over would make Sasuke a hero among ninja for bendiness virtually unheard of since Jiraiya-sama had published his first illustrated Icha-Icha Paradisu book.
Naruto didn’t need the Byakugan (or the Hyuuga who came with it) to know what was in some of those packages. Ero-sennin showed me where that package came from, and I think that shape is like the furry-looking wristbinders that restrain people in some of the countries near here. That other one’s fairly innocent, a book, but for all I know, it’s the complete guide to mastering sex positions, with drawings to help achieve them. The black one...whoa, now that’s from an expensive jewelry store; whatever’s in that box could probably pay my rent for a month, if sold!
For one, transcendent moment of his life, Naruto sincerely contemplated becoming a ninja thief. It would have been easy, considering the pile of considerable money just being wasted sitting on Sasuke’s porch in the early morning Konoha sun, with no eagle-eyed kunoichi standing guard waiting patiently for movement inside the Uchiha’s apartment...
...or from someone like me who is standing here wide open for the kunoichi presumably hidden around here to drill with kunai...
Naruto decided around then that he would neither steal from his friend or stand around waiting to be killed by a Sasuke-fanatic, so he left.
I know it’s his birthday today and all...but getting him a gift isn’t right, since I know exactly where most of those are going, which is right back where they came from, or into the trashcan. It also occured to Naruto that more than one of those gifts (from either festivals, Valentine’s Day, or occasions like Sasuke’s birthday) often found their way into Naruto’s own home, given him by an unrepentant Uchiha.
The book, if it’s what I think it is, looks interesting, anyway.
No, he knew that getting Sasuke a gift was out of the question, because whoever he showed favoritism to, in the times when he received presents, got attacked in various unpleasant ways.
At any other time I’d welcome the thought of a ton of girls running after me, but I don’t feel like dodging sharp things, fists, or feet, or being on the receiving end of jutsu, or harsh words...
It was simpler just to avoid the whole fiasco. Wish I had learned that a year ago.
So, what was to be done? He was getting along better with Sasuke than he ever had before, but what would be a nice way to...demonstrate that he too celebrated the day Sasuke had come into this world without making it all gooey and girlish?
Well, I’ll be training with him anyway, so...after that?
With a grin, he came up with what to do for his stoic friend. The onsen would be perfect. We’ll be sore anyway, and hot water cures most things, so why the hell not? I’ll even pay; I got my paycheck last week, I’ve still got plenty left over--
Naruto decided that the onsen it would be.
***||***
Hot water and friends...it doesn’t get any better than this...
Naruto was happy. Happy that he was with Sasuke, who was currently pruning in the hot water next to him. Happy that the training had gone so well. Happy that no obnoxious Sasuke-fanatics had popped out of the bushes with cameras.
...this almost seems surreal. He did one of the only things he could think of to dismiss the illusion that he was dreaming.
He splashed water at the currently-oblivious Sasuke.
Sasuke spluttered as the overly-warm water landed on his face. “Dobe!” He growled. “What the hell was that for?”
“Sorry,” Naruto replied unrepentantly. “You were still for so long I thought you’d died.”
“Moron,” Sasuke grumbled. “You can’t even hear me breathing?”
“I can, but that could be faked.”
“Idiot.”
“Jackass.”
Naruto sighed. I think I just got happier. We’re snarking at each other. It’s so perfect...
“Hey.”
“Yeah?” What’s he want now? It’s so peaceful right now...
“Thanks for taking me here.”
Wow, he thanked me--wait a second. Uchiha Sasuke doesn’t thank anyone! Shit, where’s my kunai? “You sure you’re Sasuke?” Naruto asked warily, but with a bit of humor. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you thank anyone.”
Through the steam, he heard Sasuke sniff. “There’s a first time for everything.”
“And you just JOKED!” Naruto squeaked. “Who the hell are you?!”
“Oh, shut up, dobe.”
“Bastard.”
This is such a good day.
***||***
Let the cluelessness begin.
I don't know what it's like to have an insanely powerful demon sealed inside my abdomen, but being ostracized for reasons you didn't know about until you were a bit older (and the damage had been done) would, in my opinion, kind of drive thoughts of romance out of one's head. I don't think Naruto would be the exception to this, though he certainly is the exception to a lot of things. Right now, he's probably just soaking in life (and hot water) with a friend as he'd probably never been able to do in his life, and that would make him happy.
Besides, this is me. Did you really think I'd throw them into bed together in one triumphant declaration of mutual adoration and let them screw each other senseless? Nope. I'm meaner than that.
Happy soon-to-be New Year to you all! ::walks away looking for the fizzy cider::