Kaisoo suru
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Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
1,054
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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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.
chapter 3
Title: Kaisoo Suru
Rating: R… for now
Pairings: eventual Sasu/Naru, Shika/Ino, slight Gaara/Naru
Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, no amount of editing on the part of Viz would make the show safe for children to watch.
“blah” speech
‘blah’ thoughts
-- someplace-- change of setting, time
**blah** flashback
Notes: I thought it might be a good idea if specified everyone’s ages… so yea. Sasuke and the rest of the rookie 9 are 20-21, while Gai’s team is 21-22. So now you know.
--Early Sunday Morning, Apartment—
The silent figure was roused from his almost-sleep state by the movement of the smaller body locked possessively within his arms. He brushed back the sleep-tousled spikes that fell adorably across the tan expanse of his angel’s foreheads. “Cute…” he murmured, his lips brushing the sleeping boys cheek like the softest caress.
‘Evil sun…’ was the first coherent thought that filled his drowsy mind. Feeling the fingers caressing his forehead and the soft content sighs of his bedmate upon his cheek he let a small smile grace his rosy lips. Sighing deeply, he burrowed into the chest of the larger boy. “Mmmm….’m cozy.” He slurred before tipping his head to look into the eyes that greeted him every morning.
“Good Morning Naruto.” A voice muttered huskily into his ear. To sleepy to answer at the moment, he simply began to purr and snuggled into the secure embrace that he knew so well. Naruto stayed that way for another fifteen minutes, at which time he decided that he was hungry. Yawning hugely, he sat up and stretched his tired muscle. Turning at the waist he looked at the young man beside him and plastered a grin on his face. “I’m getting hungry. How ‘bout you Gaara?”
--Sasuke’s Apartment, roughly the same time--
Snarling as he stubbed his toe for the third time on his couch, Sasuke walked into his small kitchen and sighed dejectedly. “Damn couch. I swear the thing is fuckin’ possessed.” Such was his morning schedule. He started to prepare his breakfast-oatmeal- all the while muttering very creative obscenities about evil home furnishings and how they were probably possessed by vindictive fairies that hated people like him.
His ranting was interrupted by someone knocking quietly, but firmly, at his front door. Utterly perplexed he walked towards the door, mentally going over the list of people who would be coming to visit on a Sunday morning. ‘It can’t be Shikamaru, Ino, or Sakura.’ He was very confused. After last night, all of his friends were at home with massive hangovers. Or well, they should be, considering that all of them, except Lee and himself, had been completely shit-faced. He hadn’t gotten drunk simply because he was positive that Sakura would have tied him up declaring it was for his own good. Yea right. She probably would have tried to give him a lap dance or something equally disturbing. Lee… well he didn’t get drunk because he didn’t want to pay for the damages he would surely cause. Although, last night was enjoyable seeing as he got to watch Neji make a complete twit of himself. Who knew that the smug Hyuuga was actually a closet man whore that propositioned anything on two legs. Sasuke had nearly died laughing, that is until the Hyuuga had set his sights on Sasuke. Then it was not funny. Actually it was really kind of creepy and Sasuke sincerely hoped that it never happened again. Once was more than enough for him. Finally reaching the door, he called out for the person on the other side to chill out. Opening the door he nearly had a seizure. Curbing his urge to scream he quietly greeted the one person he most definitely did not want to see. “Hello Aniki.”
--Naruto and Gaara’s Apartment, 10:43 pm--
Gaara watched the little blonde with a small smirk on his face. Shortly after Naruto had asked if he was hungry Gaara had replied with, “Yes, but not for ramen.” He had then licked his lips leering at the blonde. Naruto’s reaction was priceless. He had blushed a shade that was previously unknown to mankind and had then tried to run away. His escape had been unsuccessful seeing as Gaara had been expecting it, so Naurto had simply been caught mid dash and then pulled into Gaara’s chest. As of now, the smaller boy was dashing around the kitchen preparing his morning breakfast of ramen. Gaara was watching the boy from his chair at the table with half-mast eyes, occasionally licking his lips when a strip of tan skin would appear as Naruto reached for something. Chuckling every so often at the blondes antics, he was slowly drawn back into his memories of the first days in which he had met his angel.
** 12 years ago**
Crying. Why was he crying? He was a monster. The lady in charge of the orphanage that he lived in called a monster. A monster was evil. And heartless. So if he was a monster, why was he crying? Why did it hurt when the other children ignored him, or worse stared at him in fear? Why? Why was he a monster?
A young child no more than eight years old huddled in a corner, hugging his knees to his chest in search of a bit of comfort that would surely never come from another human being. He was alone. He was always so alone. None of the adults, let alone the children, would ever come near him. He didn’t have any family, that being the reason he was huddled in the dark room in the first place. He also had no friends. To be so utterly alone and shunned hurt him so much that sometimes at night he would pray to whatever gods that existed to send him someone, anyone. It was all in vain he knew, but he didn’t want to give up completely, not yet at least.
‘Am I really so different from the other children?’ He wondered silently, not for the first time. Sighing, the crimson-haired boy stood up from his lonely corner in the deserted room, wiping away all signs that he had shed any tears and padded over to the door that led to play room. Before opening the door he fixed upon his face the look of cold indifference that kept the other’s at bay. He knew that if he ever showed any of his pain to the other children, or worse the adults, he would probably be taunted or harmed physically. When he was sure that his mask was in place he opened the door and was instantly met by the silence that accompanied his entering any room at the orphanage. Glaring at the hostile looks he received from his supposed caretakers he began to walk sedately over to his favorite area in the room. Gaara never did make it there. No more than three steps into his ‘journey’ he was bowled over by an orange blur that screeched a shrill “Dattebayo!”
Shoving the smaller body off of him, Gaara was preparing his best ‘I’m-gonna-chop-you-into-bitty-pieces-then-tie-them-up-in-a-sack-and-chuck-them-into-a-river’ glare. “Itaii…” the small body on top of him muttered. Gingerly, the smaller- was it a boy? - got up and held out their hand. “Sorry. I wasn’t watchin’ where I was goin.” Taking the proffered hand, Gaara pulled himself off the ground all the while watching the blonde boy with wary eyes. The boy was very…cute. ‘Well that certainly isn’t something I think often.’ Gaara said to himself with a bit of wry humor. Grasping his hand firmly followed by a quick tug, the boy pulled Gaara into a hug, patting him on the back. “Hi! My name is Uzamaki Naruto!” the boy cried enthusiastically once Gaara had been freed from the hug. The blond tilted his head to the side and gave Gaara a sincere smile before saying quietly, “Let’s be friends, ok?”
‘Uzamaki Naruto… he wants to be my friend?’ Gaara eyes widened as he remembered what he had just prayed for the previous night. ‘Could he actually become a friend?’
TBC…_________________________________________________
*sighs tiredly* crap do my wrists hurt… ah well. At least I finished chapter 3. *dances around happily* I hope you like it. The flashback scene was uber hard to write. I keep getting the feeling that all of the characterizations are really off. Blah… Anyways, I was trying to make this chappie longer than the others and I think I accomplished that goal… *nervous laugh* Well, I don’t really have anything else to say except please review because I really want to know if anyone caught any kind of errors grammatically and what not. That and good reviews keep me writing. ^_^ Much love to all who read and cookies to those who review. (heh heh. Bribery works every time.)
Rating: R… for now
Pairings: eventual Sasu/Naru, Shika/Ino, slight Gaara/Naru
Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, no amount of editing on the part of Viz would make the show safe for children to watch.
“blah” speech
‘blah’ thoughts
-- someplace-- change of setting, time
**blah** flashback
Notes: I thought it might be a good idea if specified everyone’s ages… so yea. Sasuke and the rest of the rookie 9 are 20-21, while Gai’s team is 21-22. So now you know.
--Early Sunday Morning, Apartment—
The silent figure was roused from his almost-sleep state by the movement of the smaller body locked possessively within his arms. He brushed back the sleep-tousled spikes that fell adorably across the tan expanse of his angel’s foreheads. “Cute…” he murmured, his lips brushing the sleeping boys cheek like the softest caress.
‘Evil sun…’ was the first coherent thought that filled his drowsy mind. Feeling the fingers caressing his forehead and the soft content sighs of his bedmate upon his cheek he let a small smile grace his rosy lips. Sighing deeply, he burrowed into the chest of the larger boy. “Mmmm….’m cozy.” He slurred before tipping his head to look into the eyes that greeted him every morning.
“Good Morning Naruto.” A voice muttered huskily into his ear. To sleepy to answer at the moment, he simply began to purr and snuggled into the secure embrace that he knew so well. Naruto stayed that way for another fifteen minutes, at which time he decided that he was hungry. Yawning hugely, he sat up and stretched his tired muscle. Turning at the waist he looked at the young man beside him and plastered a grin on his face. “I’m getting hungry. How ‘bout you Gaara?”
--Sasuke’s Apartment, roughly the same time--
Snarling as he stubbed his toe for the third time on his couch, Sasuke walked into his small kitchen and sighed dejectedly. “Damn couch. I swear the thing is fuckin’ possessed.” Such was his morning schedule. He started to prepare his breakfast-oatmeal- all the while muttering very creative obscenities about evil home furnishings and how they were probably possessed by vindictive fairies that hated people like him.
His ranting was interrupted by someone knocking quietly, but firmly, at his front door. Utterly perplexed he walked towards the door, mentally going over the list of people who would be coming to visit on a Sunday morning. ‘It can’t be Shikamaru, Ino, or Sakura.’ He was very confused. After last night, all of his friends were at home with massive hangovers. Or well, they should be, considering that all of them, except Lee and himself, had been completely shit-faced. He hadn’t gotten drunk simply because he was positive that Sakura would have tied him up declaring it was for his own good. Yea right. She probably would have tried to give him a lap dance or something equally disturbing. Lee… well he didn’t get drunk because he didn’t want to pay for the damages he would surely cause. Although, last night was enjoyable seeing as he got to watch Neji make a complete twit of himself. Who knew that the smug Hyuuga was actually a closet man whore that propositioned anything on two legs. Sasuke had nearly died laughing, that is until the Hyuuga had set his sights on Sasuke. Then it was not funny. Actually it was really kind of creepy and Sasuke sincerely hoped that it never happened again. Once was more than enough for him. Finally reaching the door, he called out for the person on the other side to chill out. Opening the door he nearly had a seizure. Curbing his urge to scream he quietly greeted the one person he most definitely did not want to see. “Hello Aniki.”
--Naruto and Gaara’s Apartment, 10:43 pm--
Gaara watched the little blonde with a small smirk on his face. Shortly after Naruto had asked if he was hungry Gaara had replied with, “Yes, but not for ramen.” He had then licked his lips leering at the blonde. Naruto’s reaction was priceless. He had blushed a shade that was previously unknown to mankind and had then tried to run away. His escape had been unsuccessful seeing as Gaara had been expecting it, so Naurto had simply been caught mid dash and then pulled into Gaara’s chest. As of now, the smaller boy was dashing around the kitchen preparing his morning breakfast of ramen. Gaara was watching the boy from his chair at the table with half-mast eyes, occasionally licking his lips when a strip of tan skin would appear as Naruto reached for something. Chuckling every so often at the blondes antics, he was slowly drawn back into his memories of the first days in which he had met his angel.
** 12 years ago**
Crying. Why was he crying? He was a monster. The lady in charge of the orphanage that he lived in called a monster. A monster was evil. And heartless. So if he was a monster, why was he crying? Why did it hurt when the other children ignored him, or worse stared at him in fear? Why? Why was he a monster?
A young child no more than eight years old huddled in a corner, hugging his knees to his chest in search of a bit of comfort that would surely never come from another human being. He was alone. He was always so alone. None of the adults, let alone the children, would ever come near him. He didn’t have any family, that being the reason he was huddled in the dark room in the first place. He also had no friends. To be so utterly alone and shunned hurt him so much that sometimes at night he would pray to whatever gods that existed to send him someone, anyone. It was all in vain he knew, but he didn’t want to give up completely, not yet at least.
‘Am I really so different from the other children?’ He wondered silently, not for the first time. Sighing, the crimson-haired boy stood up from his lonely corner in the deserted room, wiping away all signs that he had shed any tears and padded over to the door that led to play room. Before opening the door he fixed upon his face the look of cold indifference that kept the other’s at bay. He knew that if he ever showed any of his pain to the other children, or worse the adults, he would probably be taunted or harmed physically. When he was sure that his mask was in place he opened the door and was instantly met by the silence that accompanied his entering any room at the orphanage. Glaring at the hostile looks he received from his supposed caretakers he began to walk sedately over to his favorite area in the room. Gaara never did make it there. No more than three steps into his ‘journey’ he was bowled over by an orange blur that screeched a shrill “Dattebayo!”
Shoving the smaller body off of him, Gaara was preparing his best ‘I’m-gonna-chop-you-into-bitty-pieces-then-tie-them-up-in-a-sack-and-chuck-them-into-a-river’ glare. “Itaii…” the small body on top of him muttered. Gingerly, the smaller- was it a boy? - got up and held out their hand. “Sorry. I wasn’t watchin’ where I was goin.” Taking the proffered hand, Gaara pulled himself off the ground all the while watching the blonde boy with wary eyes. The boy was very…cute. ‘Well that certainly isn’t something I think often.’ Gaara said to himself with a bit of wry humor. Grasping his hand firmly followed by a quick tug, the boy pulled Gaara into a hug, patting him on the back. “Hi! My name is Uzamaki Naruto!” the boy cried enthusiastically once Gaara had been freed from the hug. The blond tilted his head to the side and gave Gaara a sincere smile before saying quietly, “Let’s be friends, ok?”
‘Uzamaki Naruto… he wants to be my friend?’ Gaara eyes widened as he remembered what he had just prayed for the previous night. ‘Could he actually become a friend?’
TBC…_________________________________________________
*sighs tiredly* crap do my wrists hurt… ah well. At least I finished chapter 3. *dances around happily* I hope you like it. The flashback scene was uber hard to write. I keep getting the feeling that all of the characterizations are really off. Blah… Anyways, I was trying to make this chappie longer than the others and I think I accomplished that goal… *nervous laugh* Well, I don’t really have anything else to say except please review because I really want to know if anyone caught any kind of errors grammatically and what not. That and good reviews keep me writing. ^_^ Much love to all who read and cookies to those who review. (heh heh. Bribery works every time.)