Wide of the Mark
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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1,223
Reviews:
44
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter Three
Chapter Three
The cart rumbled through the gates of the district, left open for such a purpose. Sasuke’s gut twisted at the confirmation of the Hyuuga’s family sign cresting the backs of the gate-guards. The jolt of the cart stopping made the queasy feeling in his stomach raise a little higher as they were all encouraged to jump down off the back, some girls immediately attending to their hair and clothing as if Neji himself was going to come sprinting out of the house and inspect them instantaneously on arrival.
Sasuke frowned at them, grumpy with the unfortunate turn of events.
No, this would be a long and drawn out process, each girl pampered and prettied to look her best, dressed in the finest silk kimono, hair and make-up attendants waiting on hand to add final touches. And Neji would not make the selection himself, it would be the head of his clan, his Uncle, Hyuuga Hiashi of the Main Family, that would make the choice.
He knew this because the Uchiha had a very similar tradition. In fact, almost every prestigious clan in Konoha had a certain way of finding prospective mates for their heirs. He vaguely remembered a troupe of young girls being brought to the house for his father to peruse over for Itachi to wed. Apparently, none had sufficed, they hadn’t been good enough for the pride of the Uchiha clan. Their father had started to range further a field and probably would have found a decent girl, if not for…for…
Sasuke screwed his eyes shut, willing the memories away. Now was not the time to be thinking of such things. He had to get out of this mess.
“Now, dear! Don’t screw your pretty face up like that! What will Hyuuga-sama think of such an angry young girl! You’ll have no chance at all!” An elderly woman chided him gently as she took Sasuke’s hand in one of her own, her skin soft and wrinkled as she led the Uchiha to a rack of kimono.
Sasuke glanced around him, slightly startled. While he’d been thinking, it appeared they’d all been led to a single room, with screens partitioning off each part. Girls had been paired with a woman to dress them before they were sent onto others for their make-up and hair.
The woman gently pushed Sasuke into a chair before turning to the rack and making selective noises under her breath which Sasuke vaguely heard.
“Now…which one for you...I know there’s one…now where was…Ah! Here it is! This will be stunning with your complexion!” She grasped a hanger and presented an elaborate kimono in white and gold.
Hyuuga colours. Sasuke suppressed a grimace. He hated wearing too much white.
The lady noticed his look of distaste and seemed offended as she placed it back and resigned herself to finding another.
Several varying designs came and went, all turned down by the stoic Uchiha. He wondered briefly, if they couldn’t find something to dress him in, maybe he would be allowed to go home. Distantly, he thought of his groceries, baking in the sun outside, the tomatoes he had bought earlier, ripening and becoming unusable in the heat. His eyes drifted over the rack in front of him till a tiny flash of familiar colouring caught his eye. He leaned closer.
“That one…” He whispered, his voice husky with unuse.
“Hmm..? Dear? Which one? Have you found one?” The woman seemed overjoyed that the fussy maiden seemed to have discovered something to her liking. Sasuke suddenly realized his mistake in participating and tried to cover it up, but the elderly woman was having none of it and kept pestering him till he pointed it out. She wrinkled her nose at his selection.
“But…but it’s so…plain! Hyuuga-sama will never take notice of you in such a thing!” She complained, wondering why such a drab kimono had been left to sit with the others. It was so ordinary looking.
Sasuke nodded, feeling it would be better to stay out of the limelight.
“Yes. I like that one.”
The woman sighed wearily and lifted it from the hanger, gesturing for Sasuke to stand and remove his clothes. He did so somewhat hesitantly before realizing that the woman didn’t know he was actually male, hiding in a fake skin, and that she would have seen everything he had already.
She dressed him hurriedly, muttering comments about how time was short and the other girls were already getting their hair done and how the young master should be glad that such a willful young girl wouldn’t catch his Uncle Hiashi’s eye.
Finally, Sasuke was dressed and turned to view himself in the mirror, vaguely shocked by his reflection.
A wisp of a girl stood there, her dark hair falling in her eyes as she brought up a pale, delicate hand to push it away. Dark eyes, framed with long lashes scanned slowly down her body, eyeing the kimono. Dark blue, with only a tiny smattering of decoration around the cuffs, the obi, and along the bottom edge in red and white.
Uchiha colours.
He nodded again, satisfied. There was no way he would stand out in something like this. The woman beamed at him in the mirror, seemingly glad that he looked better than she thought he would. Then she suddenly wrung her hands and glanced back into the main room. She made gesturing motions with her hands and ushered Sasuke out into another hallway.
“Come now, girl! We must have your hair done! There’s not much time!”
The reluctant Uchiha let himself be led and seated, ignoring the new lady prodding and pulling at his hair as another dabbed at his face with a substance on a small sponge. He bore the attention like he did everything else, disregarding the way his heart picked up when they were all lined up to be filed into a room for inspection.
He stepped forward, following the girl in front and trying to ignore the whispers and excited giggles of the young girls surrounding him. Half an hour or so and he could be on his way home and enjoying his cereal.
What a day this had turned out to be, and he’d just wanted to find something to eat.
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Hope you're all enjoying this - the story does go quite slowly and I'll try to be regular with updates, but I can't promise anything. Although as terribly 'old-hat' as it sounds - reviews do help me along, knowing people want to know what happens next is additional inspiration!
The cart rumbled through the gates of the district, left open for such a purpose. Sasuke’s gut twisted at the confirmation of the Hyuuga’s family sign cresting the backs of the gate-guards. The jolt of the cart stopping made the queasy feeling in his stomach raise a little higher as they were all encouraged to jump down off the back, some girls immediately attending to their hair and clothing as if Neji himself was going to come sprinting out of the house and inspect them instantaneously on arrival.
Sasuke frowned at them, grumpy with the unfortunate turn of events.
No, this would be a long and drawn out process, each girl pampered and prettied to look her best, dressed in the finest silk kimono, hair and make-up attendants waiting on hand to add final touches. And Neji would not make the selection himself, it would be the head of his clan, his Uncle, Hyuuga Hiashi of the Main Family, that would make the choice.
He knew this because the Uchiha had a very similar tradition. In fact, almost every prestigious clan in Konoha had a certain way of finding prospective mates for their heirs. He vaguely remembered a troupe of young girls being brought to the house for his father to peruse over for Itachi to wed. Apparently, none had sufficed, they hadn’t been good enough for the pride of the Uchiha clan. Their father had started to range further a field and probably would have found a decent girl, if not for…for…
Sasuke screwed his eyes shut, willing the memories away. Now was not the time to be thinking of such things. He had to get out of this mess.
“Now, dear! Don’t screw your pretty face up like that! What will Hyuuga-sama think of such an angry young girl! You’ll have no chance at all!” An elderly woman chided him gently as she took Sasuke’s hand in one of her own, her skin soft and wrinkled as she led the Uchiha to a rack of kimono.
Sasuke glanced around him, slightly startled. While he’d been thinking, it appeared they’d all been led to a single room, with screens partitioning off each part. Girls had been paired with a woman to dress them before they were sent onto others for their make-up and hair.
The woman gently pushed Sasuke into a chair before turning to the rack and making selective noises under her breath which Sasuke vaguely heard.
“Now…which one for you...I know there’s one…now where was…Ah! Here it is! This will be stunning with your complexion!” She grasped a hanger and presented an elaborate kimono in white and gold.
Hyuuga colours. Sasuke suppressed a grimace. He hated wearing too much white.
The lady noticed his look of distaste and seemed offended as she placed it back and resigned herself to finding another.
Several varying designs came and went, all turned down by the stoic Uchiha. He wondered briefly, if they couldn’t find something to dress him in, maybe he would be allowed to go home. Distantly, he thought of his groceries, baking in the sun outside, the tomatoes he had bought earlier, ripening and becoming unusable in the heat. His eyes drifted over the rack in front of him till a tiny flash of familiar colouring caught his eye. He leaned closer.
“That one…” He whispered, his voice husky with unuse.
“Hmm..? Dear? Which one? Have you found one?” The woman seemed overjoyed that the fussy maiden seemed to have discovered something to her liking. Sasuke suddenly realized his mistake in participating and tried to cover it up, but the elderly woman was having none of it and kept pestering him till he pointed it out. She wrinkled her nose at his selection.
“But…but it’s so…plain! Hyuuga-sama will never take notice of you in such a thing!” She complained, wondering why such a drab kimono had been left to sit with the others. It was so ordinary looking.
Sasuke nodded, feeling it would be better to stay out of the limelight.
“Yes. I like that one.”
The woman sighed wearily and lifted it from the hanger, gesturing for Sasuke to stand and remove his clothes. He did so somewhat hesitantly before realizing that the woman didn’t know he was actually male, hiding in a fake skin, and that she would have seen everything he had already.
She dressed him hurriedly, muttering comments about how time was short and the other girls were already getting their hair done and how the young master should be glad that such a willful young girl wouldn’t catch his Uncle Hiashi’s eye.
Finally, Sasuke was dressed and turned to view himself in the mirror, vaguely shocked by his reflection.
A wisp of a girl stood there, her dark hair falling in her eyes as she brought up a pale, delicate hand to push it away. Dark eyes, framed with long lashes scanned slowly down her body, eyeing the kimono. Dark blue, with only a tiny smattering of decoration around the cuffs, the obi, and along the bottom edge in red and white.
Uchiha colours.
He nodded again, satisfied. There was no way he would stand out in something like this. The woman beamed at him in the mirror, seemingly glad that he looked better than she thought he would. Then she suddenly wrung her hands and glanced back into the main room. She made gesturing motions with her hands and ushered Sasuke out into another hallway.
“Come now, girl! We must have your hair done! There’s not much time!”
The reluctant Uchiha let himself be led and seated, ignoring the new lady prodding and pulling at his hair as another dabbed at his face with a substance on a small sponge. He bore the attention like he did everything else, disregarding the way his heart picked up when they were all lined up to be filed into a room for inspection.
He stepped forward, following the girl in front and trying to ignore the whispers and excited giggles of the young girls surrounding him. Half an hour or so and he could be on his way home and enjoying his cereal.
What a day this had turned out to be, and he’d just wanted to find something to eat.
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Hope you're all enjoying this - the story does go quite slowly and I'll try to be regular with updates, but I can't promise anything. Although as terribly 'old-hat' as it sounds - reviews do help me along, knowing people want to know what happens next is additional inspiration!