A Subtle Seducing

A big thanks to my Beta!! She's the best (hug)



Author's note: English is not my first language, so please forgive my mistakes.



Thank you to all my reviewers and for your patience! And a special thank to Lady Valtaya who put up with all my whining lol

Thanks to those who pointed out mistakes... but I still don't understand how that site is working T_T sorry!



I realized I made Kisame blue (like in the manga) but since I'm writing an AU I decided to change that part (as my dear Beta pointed out, if she saw a blue man walking past her front door she would run for it lol), so now Kisame is a dark-skinned man.



A Subtle Seducing 3



They were still at it. It had already lasted for a good month. Both men were getting a little cranky as they both waited in vain for the other to make a move.



Every morning, as soon as he entered the metro, the blonde would trap his hedgehog but would not touch him. That was phase 2. Since the raven had talked to him, he had stopped his molestation but made sure to make him know that he was there; watching him, inhaling his scent… he knew it would push him to speak, to ask what the hell he wanted.



He would then force him to give him his name… he died to know what to call this gorgeous man, what to whisper in his ear, what to growl possessively, what name to stifle in his dreams as he came in the mist of passion. Unfortunately it seemed he had underestimated his opponent a little.



The bastard (because right now that was what he was, a damn bastard of a hedgehog), simply stood there, nose buried in his book as if Naruto wasn't behind him. He was so close that the other man had to feel his warmth, yet so far at the same time since their bodies didn't even brush. It was so damn frustrating! And still he wouldn’t talk! Naruto waited, hoped, got paranoiac… each time the raven would so much as slightly open his mouth, the blonde would freeze, heart going berserk as he insanely wished for the silky dark voice to make itself heard. But every time he was thwarted, the raven would only be breathing, nibbling on his lower lip or darting a pink tongue over his dry lips.



It drove Naruto crazy, he wanted to smash him against the wall and extract sounds from him. He didn't care that there was people around. He wanted to taste his creamy skin, to brush it and make it shiver. As the raven nibbled his lip he wanted to be the one doing it, as a pink tongue darted out he wanted to catch it, battle with it and make it surrender.



Finally with their little game, the one he was torturing was no one but himself.



--



"Juugo?," called Sasuke, knocking at the door of his left door neighbor.



It opened a crack to let the giant, but shy silhouette of a man show.



"Yes Sasuke?" he asked, puzzled at seeing him at his door.



Usually he was the one who came to ask for help when he felt his split personality coming out. Just like Kimimaro, Sasuke had a presence and look that calmed him down, and if it was too late he was able to overcome him without too much damage. So to see Sasuke at his front door made him a little uneasy. He didn't know what to say and the dark-haired man seemed rather annoyed.



"I have a request," began to explain Sasuke.



"Did you lose your keys?"



"No," snorted the Uchiha.



He wasn't one to lose his keys and if that had been the case he would rather go see Suigetsu for assistance. After all, the man had a knack for breaking into his house. It would be better than to have Juugo smash the door. In fact Suigetsu was the current problem.



"I just need you to take care of a very annoying fish."



"Oh."



It had to be Suigetsu. If Sasuke had come to him, it had to be serious. Last time he had come with such a request, Juugo hadn't been home. When he came back… screams and yells resonated in the corridor in front of Suigetsu's apartment. Juugo had been so worried he had broken down the door to find the young man taped to his chair. Yes, taped. With packing tape. Each wrist neatly taped to the armrests, ankles to the legs of the chair, and torso to the back of the chair with so much tape you could barely distinguish the arms from the torso. To put the icing on the cake, Sasuke had made sure to leave a glass of water in front of Suigetsu, just out of reach. Torment of Tantalus.



Another time, when Juugo had refused to drag Suigetsu out, saying that he hated violence, the raven had gone out shopping. Juugo had naively thought it was to calm down… but he had underestimated the avenger in the Uchiha. He had came back from God knows where, with a baby conger eel… and released it in Suigetsu's bath. Sasuke had make some scientific calculations and found out that since his bath was for at least 3 people (hence why Suigetsu "invited" himself), electrocution by eel wouldn't be deadly. He had also grabbed the eel just in time to prevent it from biting Suigetsu and sending him straight to the hospital for a long, long time.



So at having Sasuke at his door once again asking to take care of an annoying fish, Juugo didn't think twice and dashed to the raven's bathroom.



"And if you other self wants to drown him, don't hesitate," advised Sasuke, strolling behind the white-haired man.



But of course Suigetsu wouldn't let himself be evicted so easily, and Juugo was just too nice to grab him by the neck and throw him out. Sasuke was never known to be a patient man, especially as of lately. So he calmly put on gloves and an apron, and then dropped methylene blue (1) into the water and completely submerged Suigetsu in it… they would have a blue neighbor for at least two good weeks.



--



"Naruto stop that," groaned Kiba.



In Sakura's time the blonde hadn't bothered Akamaru. He hadn't insisted in making him smell her perfume and then take him for a walk around where he had first seen her. No, because he knew her name and address. But with the hedgehog he didn't and so he kept trying to make Akamaru find him and it was starting to wear Kiba's patience thin. It was one thing to pester him, but to pester his dog was a whole other thing!



"But I need to find him!" tried Naruto, giving him a pleading look.



"No. Akamaru is tired. You've been around this area so many times already, he won't find anything," deadpanned Kiba, before adding "and no need to make an ass of yourself by kneeling and clinging to my leg, I won't change my mind."



Naruto started pouting and opened his mouth to retort, but before he had the chance, Kiba had snatched Akamaru's leash and started walking towards the train.



"And don't start with the 'you're not a real friend' speech, Naruto," he warned, picturing vividly Naruto's pout in his mind.



Feeling a little magnanimous he slowed down and added, "I will let you use Akamaru if you manage to get his real scent. Buying perfume isn't enough to have a dog find him you know."



Naruto pounced on Kiba, grinning like a fox as he passed his arm around his friend's neck.



"You're the best!"



--



Itachi was looking at his foolish little brother working like a madman on his thesis. He had his earphones screwed in his ears, how he managed to concentrate with music was a mystery Itachi had not yet solved. Books and notes were scattered around him, on the desk, the floor, the chair next to him. His nimble fingers ran on his laptop’s keyboard, a hand absentmindedly turning pages form time to time, or scribbling notes on the post-its adorning the screen. Between his lips rested a pencil, rarely used but continually chewed on.



He was worried. Sasuke had always been studious but lately it was a little too much and he couldn't keep out of his mind the fact that Suigetsu was blue. Kisame had nearly died laughing upon seeing the man with his new skin color. He kept giggling about it, commenting on how it changed to lighter blue with each passing day.



It wasn't the first time Sasuke was in a vengeful mood and Suigetsu deserved it. He was proud of his otouto's inventiveness… yet… it was like when he "blushed" by turning whiter. He could blush like everyone else, but when it was really serious he shifted to the whiter thing. It was the same for the avenger mood; it meant he needed to relieve too much stress and Itachi had a feeling it wasn't due to his thesis.



The knock resounding in the silent apartment didn't make the brothers jump, one was expecting it, and the other too concentrated to notice. Even Suigetsu sneaking in to take a bath wouldn’t have disturbed him (not that it would happen anytime soon, at least not for as long as Suigetsu was blue).



"The door is open," called Itachi, not even acknowledging Kisame's presence with a glance.



"Itachi-san," greeted the black man, giving him a small file.



The older Uchiha went through it, impassive before giving it back to his partner. The latter setting it on fire and ate what hadn't been burned. No evidence left.



"No smoking in here!" growled Sasuke, stretching like a cat, before going back to his work.



"Sure," replied Kisame, grinning.



Itachi tapped his fingers on the armrest, his eyes glued to his otouto's back. Finally he gave a fleeting look to the shark man sitting on the chair next to his.



"Eight o'clock tomorrow morning then," nodded Kisame, a contented and amused smile playing on his lips. It was going to be fun, really fun.



--



"He's so fucking stubborn," growled Naruto, pacing around the small table where Kiba and he were having breakfast.



They were mostly alone, which was a blessing, when you had a hyperactive blonde cursing about his so-called subtle seducing not going as well as planned. The few people around so early in the morning were either not completely awake yet or were simply used to Naruto's loudness by now. After all him and Kiba ate at the same place, same table every time. Usually they would only eat breakfast together once in a while, but since phase 2 of seducing the hedgehog had been launched they had shifted to a daily routine. Kiba had to admit he was more than curious to follow it through to the end. For once it wasn’t bringing him too much trouble! And Naruto had stopped coming back all beaten up; on the other hand he was so frustrated it hurt.



"I'm not worried, his stubbornness is nothing compared to yours," pointed out Kiba, sipping his coffee.



"Exactly! I will bring him down!" exclaimed Naruto, making a sweeping movement.



He looked just like Lee in his "spring of youth" bouts, fire burning in his eyes and all… Kiba idly wondered if the "nice guy pose," with the flashing smile, would be sent his way. If so, he better pull out his sunglasses, he wasn't looking forward to being blind for at least 5 minutes. But then again, when one was molesting a raven in the train and trying to corner them to divulge their name, one wasn’t really fitted for a nice guy pose, right?



Naruto was so lost in his rant and Kiba in his musings about whether or not to put on his sunglasses, that they didn't notice someone slipping on a chair at their table. Neither did they become aware of the silence that had fallen around them, nor of the presence of an imposing black man not too far away.



They were dumbfounded as their eyes settled on the dark haired man, lounging on his chair as if he owned the place, legs crossed with an ankle resting on his knee, a hand distractedly brushing his pants to make their fall perfect. They blinked as he was the spitting image of an older hedgehog, with longer hair and definitively a lot more impressive and threatening. The hedgehog was a wild-cat and this man was a predator.



Survival instinct finally kicking in, they took in their surroundings. People at the next table had disappeared and there was a black shark-looking man standing not very far, legs slightly spread to guarantee more stability, arms behind his back like a bodyguard, watching them out of the corner of his eye.



The bit of hope at seeing Sai coming their way was soon crushed as the dark-haired predator slowly stretched his arm and turned his thumb down. He hadn’t even looked at the shark man. His gesture had been enough to make him step in Sai's way and engage him in conversation, soon taking him away. One minute later he was back at his post. Naruto and Kiba gulped and turned to their unplanned "guest."



When the latter was sure he had their attention, he locked gazes with them, joining his hands before him, elbows resting on the table, before giving them the scariest half-smile they had ever seen.



"Good morning, gentlemen," greeted the silky voice, sounding a little deeper than the bastard's, feral.



Kiba crossed out his earlier "for once it wasn’t bringing him too much trouble" thought.



--



And here they were, again. He was cornered at his usual spot, a tanned arm next to him and a toned body, oozing warmth right behind, so close that breathing almost made them touch. But they didn't. That was the problem. The pervert simply stood there, breathing down his neck but not doing anything. Sasuke had to admit that it was even worse than being molested, because he didn't know what to expect and he disliked that, very much.



Not being one to be in denial for too long he had came to terms with the issue. Yes, the tanned perverted dude had caught his attention; yes he actually had liked being so nicely molested in the train and yes he wanted more. But he would be damned if he came down without a fight. Uchihas didn't surrender. So, whatever the moron wanted with his I-am-not-doing-anything-but-piss-you-off-by-standing-behind-you, he wasn't going to get it.



And a moron he was. Sasuke sent subtle messages his way, breathing a little deeper so his back touched the perv’s chest, licking lips that weren't really dry and so on. But noooo, the damn man didn't get a clue. Well someone who chose molestation as a wooing method sure wasn't subtle and had to be a total dork, so after all it wasn't that surprising.



Still he refused to make the first move. It was bad enough that he was in a position of weakness. He had to find a way to turn the tables on him. Uchihas weren't easily taken in. He might have to ask Itachi for a bit of advice, but that would be his last resort. He liked settling his problems on his own… speaking of his aniki, he wondered why he and Kisame had left home at the same time as him. Itachi was on vacation and he usually enjoyed his time off by reading a nice book in his bed. Whatever or whoever had made him go out, better start praying…



--



And praying was exactly what Kiba was doing. Things were crystal clear: this man was the hedgehog’s relative, most likely his brother. He had to be here because of a certain blonde’s "subtle" seducing. He had to be pissed off and Kiba was going to be accused of being an accomplice. Even if he didn't believe in God he sure as hell needed his help right now.



"Inuzuka Kiba, Uzumaki Naruto."



Kiba's mouth nearly hit the table. How? Who was this guy? Following Naruto here would have been possible… but to know their names? There had to be something more to this guy and that was forgetting the shark-dude still surveying their surroundings, visibly amused.



"Who are you?” he growled, more bark than bite.



"It's irrelevant," replied their interlocutor, "what you…" he was looking at the still standing Naruto.



Kiba almost whined at the coldness in his tone, but he wasn't one to back down. Before the guy could finish his sentence he was on his, he hoped, not too visibly shaking legs. Those guys were scary as hell but it wasn't as if they could do something bad to them, especially not out in public.



"We don't have any business with you! Now get lost! Come on, Naruto and shut your trap," ordered Kiba, dragging his friend with him only to be stopped dead by the black man's massive form, baring his weird pointy teeth in a smile. Holy cow.



"Ttt ttt ttt, how impolite of you to give Itachi-san the slip, you're going to piss him off and I wouldn't do that if I were you. He can get pretty vicious and as fun as that might be I would hate to break your legs. It would be too much trouble to blow up the cafeteria to cover it up."



Kiba gave a shaky laugh and obediently went back to his chair, collapsed on it and staid rooted to the spot. He wasn't ready to take the risk. Naruto followed suit, constantly turning his head to check on the shark man.



"So watcha want? I'm not into drugs or anything, you know," asked Naruto.



The man named Itachi, leaned in his chair. "As I was saying before being interrupted, what you are doing to my little brother quite matters."



Kiba had been right. He was one of the hedgehog’s relatives. They were dead! Since he was deemed an accomplice he was going to be judged and executed before even being able to explain that he had nothing to do with all this. It was all Naruto's dumbness’ fault! He was too young to die! He couldn't leave Akamaru behind.



"What's his name?" screamed Naruto, slamming a hand on the table, face coming rather close to their guest’s.



Kiba wondered if throttling Naruto would intercede on his behalf, because right now his hands were itching to snake around the moron's neck and squeeze the life out of him. But he had so much life in him it wouldn't even kill him!



"That is for you to find out," replied the dark-haired man, smirking.



Kiba blinked. Did that mean what he thought it did or was fear making him hear things?



"I sure as hell will!" assured Naruto.



He puffed his chest out, but retreated to a safer distance from his interlocutor, motivated by the shark-man twitching at his proximity to Itachi.



"I'm going to win him over! That’s my goal and I don't go back on my word! Believe it!" Naruto went on.



"Really?" asked the feral man, "and then?"



Naruto blinked. Then? Was the man dense or something?



"I will go out with him! What a question. It's not as if I could have caught his attention any other way," pointed out the blonde, thinking it was evident.



The raven glanced at a depressed Kiba who nodded. Yes, Naruto was that kind of a moron. Seducing the hedgehog to make him his boyfriend was his only purpose. But this guy would never believe it, right? And they were going to be fed to the shark dude with the build of a tank.



"I see," stated the Bastard's big brother.



He had barely started to move back his chair when the black man was next to him, pulling his chair and giving him his coat.



"Is everything settled Itachi-san?"



The latter gave a curt nod; pushing in his chair he gave Naruto a half smile.



"For next semester you might want to enroll in 'Clues to Understand Michel Foucault'," he advised before turning to Kiba, who paled. "I'm counting on you to keep your friend in check," he ordered.



Kiba banged his head on the table. How was he supposed to do that? They were speaking of Naruto, Naruto. As he pulled his hair out he heard, and he knew it was on purpose, the dark man tease the smaller one, but it was truly a threat meant for them.



"So is your beloved otouto in good hands?" he asked, voice laced with mirth, as if not expecting an answer he went on, "good thing for them. You would have made their life a living hell for daring to approach the kid with bad intentions. Not that I would mind…"



"Kisame."



The shark man gave a low chuckle and they disappeared behind a corner.



"He has a very classy brother, don't you think? And the black guy looked fun," said Naruto, grinning like a fox.



Kiba banged his head again. He was doomed.



--



Sasuke dropped his bag near the door and checked his clothes for tomorrow that sat quietly on the chair in front of his bed. His routine was finished but it was still too early to go to bed. Maybe he should work a bit more on his thesis but it seemed his mind needed some rest, he was getting nowhere right now.



Tapping his fingers on his arm he wondered what he could do to keep his mind off things. He didn't want to think about a certain train-pervert because he was going to get hot and eventually hard… that wouldn't do. He was getting so frustrated lately; at least when he had been molested he could relieve some tension now it just built up in him. He shook his head and decided that he would organize all his papers instead. He was in the middle of it when his brother and his ever present partner entered the room.



"What are you doing, little brother?" asked Itachi, straddling a chair.



After giving the older Uchiha some dango, Kisame dropped on the couch. From there he had a good view of the two dark-haired beauties.



"Throwing away unnecessary papers," replied Sasuke shrugging.



Looking at the trashcan next to Sasuke, Itachi frowned at seeing a bank statement poking out.



"You're not throwing away important papers with your name on them, are you?" he asked dryly, wondering how his otouto could take such a risk.



"It's not as if someone is going to rummage through my garbage, aniki."



"You never know, otouto plus you're related to me, it is a possibility," admonished Itachi.



Sasuke sighed. He knew his brother had a risky job that forced him to be careful but come on, sometimes it was just too much. Even if he had had quite some scares already. After all, his parents had been murdered and he had been dragged into some nasty things by that pervert Orochimaru and then by his uncle Madara, but Itachi had always kept a good eye on him. It had been a rather difficult time; especially since Itachi had been accused of a lot of things. They had only recently gotten back to a real brothers relationship. Ever since then Itachi had been very careful with him and openly protective, sometimes a little too much. Too bad it hadn't discouraged Suigetsu.



"I don't have a shredder," pointed out Sasuke, "nor a chimney, so I can't burn them."



Itachi shook his head and motioned for Kisame to come. The latter grinning as he did so.



"Don't burn them, it would be suspicious and you don't need a shredder."



Sasuke's eyes grew a little wide as he saw Itachi grab one of his papers and give it to Kisame. The man folded it, put it in his mouth, bit down, and slowly pulled it out, shredded. Then he simply gulped down the parts that had gotten stuck behind his sharp teeth.



"I wonder if Suigetsu can do that," pondered Sasuke, smirking.



--



Naruto entered the train and smiled fondly. His little hedgehog was waiting for him, a book in his hands ready to be molested. Because today was a special day, to hell with phase two. He had a far better opportunity coming up today. He had followed the advice he had received: he had registered for “Clues to Understand Michel Foucault." His first lesson was today and he would learn his bastard's name, even if it meant stealing the little paper they had to fill out for the teacher. He grinned; with that paper he would learn his name, his address, his e-mail, his phone number…



Cracking his knuckles in anticipation, he reached his prey and flushed himself against him, hugging him from behind, hands gently rubbing his hipbone and blocking his arms at the same time. He enjoyed very much the gasp that followed.



Knowing making a scene would make him lose all chances to win over this proud beauty, he stepped back a little. Grinning like a fox after catching its meal, he pulled out of his bag a long coat that he draped over his arm. He then grabbed the bar next to his tensed hedgehog. The coat made a nice curtain that would prevent people from seeing anything. Of course their face and part of their shoulders were still visible, and he couldn't use his arm anymore, but it was the best he could do.



Gently he cupped the raven's ass in his free hand, rubbing up and down softly. This time he dared press slightly against the covered entrance, brush between the somewhat parted legs. He felt his hedgehog shift and pressed him down against the wall and bar.



"Don't worry, with my little curtain, the girl sitting asleep over there and the crowded train no one will see. Just keep quiet and everything will be fine," he whispered using this opportunity to lick the shell of his ear.



He felt him fight down a shiver and grinned. It seemed his hedgehog had some pent-up desire just waiting to be teased. Such an invitation couldn't be refused. He pressed his hand back to his previous place, fingers teasing the cleavage and going down to taunt the raven's precious parts. Then he went back up, thumb caressing the ass cheeks in small circles.



"What do you want?" snapped a perfectly controlled voice.



He was a good opponent, just making Naruto want him more. Feeling bolder, he glided his hand up the man's shirt, teasing the muscular stomach.



"Your name," he answered, giving a fast nibble to the raven's neck.



A stifled moan, that somewhat resembled a "no," answered him as he pinched a nipple, rolling it between his fingers until it hardened. He stopped as they reach a stop and more people engulfed the train car, pressing them closer.



"What? Scared?" taunted the raven, pushing his ass against Naruto's crotch.



He growled lowly and began to rock his hips in time with the train rocking while his palm stroke between the raven's legs. His hold on the bar tightened as he heard the hitch in the dark-haired man’s breathing. He could feel the shivers running down the raven's spine as his legs buckled ever so slightly.



"I will never surrender," assured the Bastard, nipping at the fingers that had ventured toward his lips.



This man loved being in control, to be cornered like that and rendered powerless had to piss him off to no end… and arouse him. But he was treading a thin line here, if he pushed too much, he would lose the game. He had to give him enough freedom. For the moment he wasn't being rejected but it might come. He had to tread carefully, especially since he wasn't fond of the idea of a trip to the hospital.



"Don't surrender then. I will tame you and make you mine," answered Naruto, letting him feel and hear his lust, his possessiveness.



"You wish," snorted the hedgehog.



The raven leaned on the bar as Naruto kept rubbing and teasing him. With trembling fingers, Naruto opened the mirror he had purposely slid in a wristband on the arm that was holding the bar. This way he could see the dark-haired beauty's face without his own being seen. He had his lips parted to help him breathe, eyes closed but face perfectly neutral otherwise, as if he was just resting while waiting for his stop.



Naruto was loosing control as he ground against that hard ass, too excited to care if he actually came in a train. Not that he actually did. A strong hand snatching his away and an elbow nudging him none too nicely in the stomach brought him back to earth.



"Such lack of control," remarked an amused voice, so natural it was unnerving, "I don't want my pants to get stained, perv."



Naruto grinned wildly. Damn, this man was good. So he thought he was in control huh? He knew damn well he wasn't the only one having a raging hard-on, but he would grant his bastard this small victory… then he would make him pay the price, twice.



"Thanks for the treat," smirked the cocky bastard, leaving the train as they reached their stop.



"See you later, hedgehog," purred Naruto in his ear, giving a last teasing lick before disappearing in the crowd.



--



Sasuke had freshened up a little in the bathroom until he deemed he looked presentable. Damn that pervert! He hadn't needed that this morning! Even if he had to admit he had liked it… a lot. It seemed that the moron knew just how to get under his skin and arouse him. It could be interesting to try something with him… obviously he wasn't a simple train-pervert. He was his only prey and it went farther than simple molesting.



Still today had been a bad time for nearly making him come. Fortunately he had been able to kill his hard-on by thinking of a naked Karin calling him to rejoin her in her bed. It always worked. If worse came to worst he would have had to picture a bunch of naked fangirls.



He used a paper towel to dry his face and checked his appearance on the mirror; not that he cared, but today was important. He had to make a good impression; looks were key for that.



"Hedgehog," he murmured as he looked at his spiky hair.



Sasuke hadn't had time to eviscerate the moron for giving him such a crappy nickname since his mind had been too busy pondering the "see you later" part. What had he meant by that? Shouldn't it be "see you tomorrow?” That had gotten him foxed.



Looking at his watch he noticed that he didn't have time to ponder the question any longer. He was being expected and he liked arriving at least 5 minutes in advance. Being late meant you were at a disadvantage.



With a frown in place, he entered his classroom, assessing with a curt glance all the students sitting there, waiting for their teacher. He hoped they wouldn't be too noisy and stupid, he hated that. At least he wasn't the only one early.



--



"It might be a trap you know!" exclaimed Kiba, looking around to make sure there was no black-shark-dude or sexy-feral-man nearby.



"Tsss you heard him, I have his blessing to court his lil' bro," grinned Naruto, licking his lips in anticipation as they walked toward their classroom.



"You don't have his fucking blessing, dude! He threatened to make our, our, life a living nightmare and asked me to keep an eye on you!" reminded Kiba.



"Oh, don't be a scared puppy, Kiba," teased Naruto, only earning a growl from his accomplice in spite of himself.



"And what’s got you in such a good mood?" inquired Kiba suddenly having a bad feeling.



"I got to molest him so nicely this morning," replied the blue eyed blonde, rubbing his hands together, looking a lot like his uncle Jiraiya right now.



"You what?" choked Kiba, punching Naruto on the shoulder.



"Shut up, dog-boy, we're here," informed Naruto, pushing the door of the "Clues to Understand Michel Foucault" classroom.



As soon as he found a spot, he didn't lose a second to look around in search of a breathtaking face with fathomless black eyes, or for spiky hair. He felt disappointment crash on him when he didn't see him. That wasn't possible; he wasn't one to be late! He could picture him arriving 5 minutes in advance… and he was on the train this morning! And even if he might have had to go relieve himself in the bathroom (Naruto was so good, after all), he should be there already.



Had that Itachi guy really tricked him? But why? Damn, had he been waiting for this day! It wasn't fair! He had even thrown out the window phase 2 of the plan in favor of this! Damn it all to hell! He was going to make that hedgehog his no matter what. And it wasn't a bit of delay that would stop him. He was Uzumaki Naruto for God's sake!



He distantly heard the sound of chalk screeching on the blackboard but didn't turn. He didn't care about this lesson, and he didn't give a damn about that teacher's name. He wanted to know somebody else’s!



"Oh God, Naruto, look!" hurriedly whispered Kiba.



Grumpily, Naruto turned toward the blackboard and felt his jaw dislocate. He blinked, rubbed his eyes, stared, and grinned. If he had only known! That was why people hadn't been able to help him figure out the bastard's identity… he had asked around for a student. But his mystery guy, Sasuke Uchiha, was a teacher, a grad student.



--To be continued--



(1) It's hard to take off your skin and it's not dangerous. It used to be used for medicinal purposes (you ingested it). It can also be used to clean your aquarium and make the water a nice blue.



Finally! It was about time I finished this chapter!

I really enjoy writing this story, even if it's kinda hard to keep it funny. I hope you still enjoy it! Next chapter should have a nice lime.