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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male › Naruto/Sasuke
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Adult
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Chapter Two
Author's note: I do not own NuvaRing, Mirena, the World Cup, or the FBI (boo). Kiba's mean in this chapter and uses a homophobic slur. I think he's genuinely a nice guy, but this is the way his character is developing for the purposes of this fanfiction. He's not a rabid homophobe in this story, but it does crop up occasionally. You have been warned.
I can’t concentrate. The guys are over. Not only that, the World Cup has been on. Right now it’s Colombia and Honduras. Then, England plays Japan.
Of course the guys are loud. Of course the TV is loud. Hinata meanders through the room, a flat, dark, round tray heaped with sashimi in one hand and a flat, round, dark plate heaped with cookies and cupcakes in the other. Once the dishes are down on the table, the guys descend like vultures. Ino and Sakura rush in with more food as Hinata leans for and whispers to me, “I pulled a muscle in my neck from last night, Sasuke.” She blushes deeply and I smirk, telling her to put something on it. She smiles and retreats into the kitchen.
Sakura and Ino pause their jabbering long enough to loudly suggest I’m hitting my girlfriend. “The phrase ‘man-hating dykes’ comes to mind,” Kiba hollers, hoisting Akamaru’s front paws onto his shoulder so he can hold him better. “Kiba,” Chouji hisses, mortified. “Calm down,” I raise my voice over the noise. “Sakura and Ino are still angry because I’m dating Hinata and not either of them.”
“How long has it been?” Laughter erupts as Sakura and Ino blush furiously. They do this every time the two get together. It gets old. I’m not hitting Hinata. Ino and Sakura aren’t lesbians. They’ve been upset ever since I kissed Hinata in public—what—a year ago. It really has been that long. They need to get over themselves. “GOAL!” The Honduran fans scream as the rest of us howl in temporary defeat. More plates and trays are carried into the living room. I try again to focus on my schoolwork. Hatsumomo begins to bawl. Hinata curls up next to me and diligently focuses on her own essay as the baby reaches her usual, FBI-could-use-this-as-harsh-interrogation levels. Lucky Akamaru. The white, soft-coat Jack Russell terrier puppy, at two years old, has brown, floppy ears and a brown pirate eye and was born completely deaf. He doesn’t hear the baby. Kiba cradles him anyway. Temari rushes to hush her baby. Behind her back, everyone shoots Shino a glare. He clenches his jaw, refusing to look any of us in the eye.
A commercial for Mirena birth control comes on. Temari claims she’s on it. Everyone thinks she’s lying except for Shino. He’s eventually going to marry her. Poor guy. Hatsumomo falls quiet and Temari scoops her up. Shino follows them out the door. As it slams behind the couple and their baby, everyone cheers. Rude, yes. Warranted, absolutely! Akamaru whimpers. Kiba cuddles him as a comfort.
“Hey, everybody be quiet so Hinata can finish her essay.”
“Yeah, she’s not faking her way through graduating like the rest of us are,” Shika remarks.
“Shut up, Sasuke! You’re just being nice so you can fuck her later.”
“Up yours with a sandpaper-coated spike, asshole.”
The others groan. “Hey, let’s leave Sasuke alone for awhile. Pass the sashimi.”
“Poor Shino.”
“Yeah.”
“Pass the milk.”
“Heap the food in front of Chouji so he doesn’t have to keep asking for it,” Gaara pipes up. Laughter ripples through the studio condominium. “Seriously, does anyone know if it’s his kid?”
“She shows up a year and a month after their one night together, says the four-month-old is his and demands to move in. Bitch.”
“Strong language, Sakura.”
“Oh, shut up, we all know she is,” Ino growls. “He should’ve fled the country to escape her skanky ass.”
“Hey,” Chouji protests again. He dislikes her as much as the rest of us, but he can’t stand to hear anyone insulted. We stop. Colombia scores a goal. After the cheering dies down, Kiba can’t resist saying some more stuff. “If you love your girl, you’ll get her some pills or a prescription for NuvaRing. If you love your guy, you’ll take those pills or put the ring in your vagina. Use condoms too…STDs probably suck.”
“And if you’re gay?” Neji asks. Everyone looks over at him. He shrugs. “Use condoms…STDs probably suck,” Kiba repeats. “So who are you dating?” I ask Neji. “Shika.”
“Oh.” Nobody cares. We watch the rest of the games, talking and cheering loudly. Colombia wins against Honduras and Japan wins against England. Japan plays Colombia and wins, much to everyone’s loudly expressed delight.
That night, I ask Hinata about her pills. She’s taking them regularly but is switching to NuvaRing.
I can’t concentrate. The guys are over. Not only that, the World Cup has been on. Right now it’s Colombia and Honduras. Then, England plays Japan.
Of course the guys are loud. Of course the TV is loud. Hinata meanders through the room, a flat, dark, round tray heaped with sashimi in one hand and a flat, round, dark plate heaped with cookies and cupcakes in the other. Once the dishes are down on the table, the guys descend like vultures. Ino and Sakura rush in with more food as Hinata leans for and whispers to me, “I pulled a muscle in my neck from last night, Sasuke.” She blushes deeply and I smirk, telling her to put something on it. She smiles and retreats into the kitchen.
Sakura and Ino pause their jabbering long enough to loudly suggest I’m hitting my girlfriend. “The phrase ‘man-hating dykes’ comes to mind,” Kiba hollers, hoisting Akamaru’s front paws onto his shoulder so he can hold him better. “Kiba,” Chouji hisses, mortified. “Calm down,” I raise my voice over the noise. “Sakura and Ino are still angry because I’m dating Hinata and not either of them.”
“How long has it been?” Laughter erupts as Sakura and Ino blush furiously. They do this every time the two get together. It gets old. I’m not hitting Hinata. Ino and Sakura aren’t lesbians. They’ve been upset ever since I kissed Hinata in public—what—a year ago. It really has been that long. They need to get over themselves. “GOAL!” The Honduran fans scream as the rest of us howl in temporary defeat. More plates and trays are carried into the living room. I try again to focus on my schoolwork. Hatsumomo begins to bawl. Hinata curls up next to me and diligently focuses on her own essay as the baby reaches her usual, FBI-could-use-this-as-harsh-interrogation levels. Lucky Akamaru. The white, soft-coat Jack Russell terrier puppy, at two years old, has brown, floppy ears and a brown pirate eye and was born completely deaf. He doesn’t hear the baby. Kiba cradles him anyway. Temari rushes to hush her baby. Behind her back, everyone shoots Shino a glare. He clenches his jaw, refusing to look any of us in the eye.
A commercial for Mirena birth control comes on. Temari claims she’s on it. Everyone thinks she’s lying except for Shino. He’s eventually going to marry her. Poor guy. Hatsumomo falls quiet and Temari scoops her up. Shino follows them out the door. As it slams behind the couple and their baby, everyone cheers. Rude, yes. Warranted, absolutely! Akamaru whimpers. Kiba cuddles him as a comfort.
“Hey, everybody be quiet so Hinata can finish her essay.”
“Yeah, she’s not faking her way through graduating like the rest of us are,” Shika remarks.
“Shut up, Sasuke! You’re just being nice so you can fuck her later.”
“Up yours with a sandpaper-coated spike, asshole.”
The others groan. “Hey, let’s leave Sasuke alone for awhile. Pass the sashimi.”
“Poor Shino.”
“Yeah.”
“Pass the milk.”
“Heap the food in front of Chouji so he doesn’t have to keep asking for it,” Gaara pipes up. Laughter ripples through the studio condominium. “Seriously, does anyone know if it’s his kid?”
“She shows up a year and a month after their one night together, says the four-month-old is his and demands to move in. Bitch.”
“Strong language, Sakura.”
“Oh, shut up, we all know she is,” Ino growls. “He should’ve fled the country to escape her skanky ass.”
“Hey,” Chouji protests again. He dislikes her as much as the rest of us, but he can’t stand to hear anyone insulted. We stop. Colombia scores a goal. After the cheering dies down, Kiba can’t resist saying some more stuff. “If you love your girl, you’ll get her some pills or a prescription for NuvaRing. If you love your guy, you’ll take those pills or put the ring in your vagina. Use condoms too…STDs probably suck.”
“And if you’re gay?” Neji asks. Everyone looks over at him. He shrugs. “Use condoms…STDs probably suck,” Kiba repeats. “So who are you dating?” I ask Neji. “Shika.”
“Oh.” Nobody cares. We watch the rest of the games, talking and cheering loudly. Colombia wins against Honduras and Japan wins against England. Japan plays Colombia and wins, much to everyone’s loudly expressed delight.
That night, I ask Hinata about her pills. She’s taking them regularly but is switching to NuvaRing.