When music melts the heart
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
1,578
Reviews:
109
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 1
Hey here's chapter 1.
I want to thank everyone who reviewed. It will take another chapter before you'll will know who the mystery man is.
And I want to thank my beta Angelic Memories, because without her this story would be terrible to read.
Well enjoy this chapter and please review.
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Chapter one
“See you next time Ayame. Don’t forget to study.” Naruto gave the girl some sheet music she had to learn in time for their next session.
“I will, thank you sensei. Till next week, bye.” The girl grabbed her violin case and walked out of the room.
21 year old Uzumaki Naruto owned a private school for Violin lessons. He started studying the violin at the age of six. The young man grew up in a orphanage after his parents died in a car crash, when he was only 6 months old. One of his teachers in the orphanage was Umino Iruka, a man who became a bit of a father figure for Naruto. He was the one who introduced the violin to the little boy. Little Naruto turned out to be a very gifted violinist and soon he was giving performances.
When Naruto turned eighteen he left the orphanage to live on his own in the city. Though he didn’t have the money to go to college, he did have his talent for playing the violin. He taught a few lessons to potential students from his home. It wasn’t long, just over a year, before his reputation had grown considerably. He couldn’t continue lessons in his own home so decided to start the Fiery String Private School for Violin Lessons. He rented a little studio in the heart of Konoha and soon after the opening his school started to bloom.
Naruto gathered his things and was just about to walk out the studio when his cell phone began ringing.
‘Great, where is that stupid thing.’ He searched his pockets and fished it out. “Uzumaki.”
“Hello Naruto.”
“Hey Iruka-sensei. How are you?“ the young man replied into the reciever.
“I’m fine Naruto, thank you for asking,” came the voice of the older man.
“What can I do for you?”
“Naruto, do you remember that boy Hiroki I told you about? The one who has some trouble adjusting? I was hoping you would consider spending some time with the boy. You seem to know your way with a child’s heart better then anyone I know, so maybe he will open up to you,” the man seemed to be out of options.
“Sure Iruka-sensei, but I only have time in the early evening or Wednesday morning, is that okay?”
“That would be just fine Naruto.”
“If you want I could come by tomorrow morning,” he offered.
“That would be great. How about 9 o’clock?”
“Okay nine o’clock it is. See you tomorrow.”
“Thank you for your help. I’ll see tomorrow,” Iruka ended the conversation.
They hung up after that. Naruto put his phone in his pocket, grabbed his things and walked out the door.
‘I want to go home, take a long hot shower, eat and watch some television before I go to bed.’ He planned in his head.
On his way home he thought about tomorrow. He wondered what happened to the boy to make him so closed up. ‘I hope I can get him to open up a bit.’
Then his mind drifted to someone else who seemed to be very closed. It was his mystery man. He saw him every Wednesday in the park. The stranger would sit on a bench underneath a big tree and listen to Naruto play. He never came from his seat during the time Naruto would play. But he would always be gone by the time Naruto finished packing up his things.
Naruto felt attracted to the man. It was no secret that he was gay. Because the man was always sitting when Naruto saw him, he didn’t know how tall he was, but he estimated the man to be around 6 ft. His shining black hair reached to the middle of his back and contrasted perfectly with his pale complexion. He had a square jaw line, his lips were not full, but not very thin either, his nose was perfect and his eyebrows were accuratly thin. And his eyes were a shade of blue so dark they almost seemed black.
‘If he’s there again tomorrow I’ll make sure to get his name at least.’ He nodded his head. Yes he would do just that.
TBC
I want to thank everyone who reviewed. It will take another chapter before you'll will know who the mystery man is.
And I want to thank my beta Angelic Memories, because without her this story would be terrible to read.
Well enjoy this chapter and please review.
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Chapter one
“See you next time Ayame. Don’t forget to study.” Naruto gave the girl some sheet music she had to learn in time for their next session.
“I will, thank you sensei. Till next week, bye.” The girl grabbed her violin case and walked out of the room.
21 year old Uzumaki Naruto owned a private school for Violin lessons. He started studying the violin at the age of six. The young man grew up in a orphanage after his parents died in a car crash, when he was only 6 months old. One of his teachers in the orphanage was Umino Iruka, a man who became a bit of a father figure for Naruto. He was the one who introduced the violin to the little boy. Little Naruto turned out to be a very gifted violinist and soon he was giving performances.
When Naruto turned eighteen he left the orphanage to live on his own in the city. Though he didn’t have the money to go to college, he did have his talent for playing the violin. He taught a few lessons to potential students from his home. It wasn’t long, just over a year, before his reputation had grown considerably. He couldn’t continue lessons in his own home so decided to start the Fiery String Private School for Violin Lessons. He rented a little studio in the heart of Konoha and soon after the opening his school started to bloom.
Naruto gathered his things and was just about to walk out the studio when his cell phone began ringing.
‘Great, where is that stupid thing.’ He searched his pockets and fished it out. “Uzumaki.”
“Hello Naruto.”
“Hey Iruka-sensei. How are you?“ the young man replied into the reciever.
“I’m fine Naruto, thank you for asking,” came the voice of the older man.
“What can I do for you?”
“Naruto, do you remember that boy Hiroki I told you about? The one who has some trouble adjusting? I was hoping you would consider spending some time with the boy. You seem to know your way with a child’s heart better then anyone I know, so maybe he will open up to you,” the man seemed to be out of options.
“Sure Iruka-sensei, but I only have time in the early evening or Wednesday morning, is that okay?”
“That would be just fine Naruto.”
“If you want I could come by tomorrow morning,” he offered.
“That would be great. How about 9 o’clock?”
“Okay nine o’clock it is. See you tomorrow.”
“Thank you for your help. I’ll see tomorrow,” Iruka ended the conversation.
They hung up after that. Naruto put his phone in his pocket, grabbed his things and walked out the door.
‘I want to go home, take a long hot shower, eat and watch some television before I go to bed.’ He planned in his head.
On his way home he thought about tomorrow. He wondered what happened to the boy to make him so closed up. ‘I hope I can get him to open up a bit.’
Then his mind drifted to someone else who seemed to be very closed. It was his mystery man. He saw him every Wednesday in the park. The stranger would sit on a bench underneath a big tree and listen to Naruto play. He never came from his seat during the time Naruto would play. But he would always be gone by the time Naruto finished packing up his things.
Naruto felt attracted to the man. It was no secret that he was gay. Because the man was always sitting when Naruto saw him, he didn’t know how tall he was, but he estimated the man to be around 6 ft. His shining black hair reached to the middle of his back and contrasted perfectly with his pale complexion. He had a square jaw line, his lips were not full, but not very thin either, his nose was perfect and his eyebrows were accuratly thin. And his eyes were a shade of blue so dark they almost seemed black.
‘If he’s there again tomorrow I’ll make sure to get his name at least.’ He nodded his head. Yes he would do just that.
TBC