Sandcastles Naruto/Sasuke 18+ Romance
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Sandcastles Part 3
A.N. Wow :3 you guys really love me, ^^ Thanks for reading, Enjoy!!
Sandcastles Part 3
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What do you do when the person of your dreams is an utter klutz and is determined to get you seriously hurt or killed? I’ve come to the conclusion, in the two times I’ve met Naruto, that he has tried to get to know me. It’s just that circumstances have made it difficult. Maybe fate has other plans for us? I just need to help it along...
~~~~
Naruto sat brooding: looking at the television without really seeing it. A few weeks ago he hadn’t seen that kid in years - then ‘bang.’ It was almost as if he fell off his cloud directly where Naruto could catch him. Jiraiya didn’t blame his nephew for the incident, but Naruto felt awful about the situation.
Naruto’s uncle worked at the publishing company during the spring and Naruto hated it there. However, on the off chance, he would see the kid again, he decided to tough it out and assist the hermit.
Unfortunately, the teen no longer worked with the window company. Naruto sat, more depressed than ever, ignoring his uncle’s joke ‘to hurry up and get laid.’ The old pervert just didn’t understand ‘love at first sight’ at all.
Naruto sighed, prodding the remote until the screen blackened. He turned to gaze dreamily out the twenty-second floor window. The blue sky above and the busy streets below; ‘you’re out there somewhere...’ He sighed again, pressing his head helplessly against the glass, ‘but where?’
“Jiraiya, we’ve had some mail addressed strangely over the past week and someone suggested I ask you if it belongs to you.”
Naruto glanced back at the receptionist - her pink hair and make-up so didn’t match her turquoise suit. He rolled his eyes when she blew him a kiss, while his uncle thumbed through the letters.
“Hey Kit I think these are for you,” he snickered, and handed the bundle to the secretary.
Naruto’s eyebrows rose. “Why would I get mail here?” He took the offered mail from the receptionist, doing his best not to make eye contact. “Thanks,” he muttered.
“Well, look at how they are labeled,” Jiraiya chuckled - returning to his stack of manuscripts.
“If there’s nothing else Jiraiya..?” she paused at the door. After the white haired editor nod she left, still trying to catch the cute blonde’s blue eyes.
Naruto looked at the first of four post cards addressed ‘To the moron.”
He frowned, glaring at his uncle. “This fits you too! That’s why they sent it up here to begin with.”
“KA! KA! KA!” The editor threw his head back in a barking laugh. “Hey kit, what was the key word you just said? ‘Too,’ wasn’t it? If you want to defend yourself then don’t agree with the insult!” He got to his feet, still laughing, and waved his nephew off as he stepped out. “I’ll be back: I’ve got to go see the big guy.”
Naruto glared after the big editor, frowning; ‘Who’s bigger than you are? Idiot!’
He returned to the post cards, flipping them over. On the back, each had different decorative sand and seashell art. He sniffed, curious about the design; it looked as if it were hand drawn.
Each card had a received date stamped in red by the clerk in the mailroom. Naruto lined them all up by receive date. Tucking the others away, he read the oldest post card first.
~~~~~~~~
To the moron:
Didn’t think I’d run into a klutz like you again. Well, I’m not mad about the water thing, I guess it’s ok since it was a hot day anyway.
I lost my job after that incident and had to get another over at this greasy spoon on Belleview.
I work until one pm on most days, maybe if you want you can come by or whatever? BTW the name of the restaurant is ‘Won 2 e sum-me,’ it’s a family business.
Maybe I’ll see you there?
~~~~~~~~~
Naruto grinned, the boy had signed it with a big swirly ‘S.’ He rocked back and forth on his heels, reading the card again when his watched chimed the hour.
‘Shit!’ Naruto shot for the door. It was already one o’clock. If he hurried, perhaps he would make it to the restaurant before the black haired kid left.
Once outside he hailed a taxi and sat anxiously, leaning over the back seat, looking for Belleview Street. In less than fifteen minutes - which as far as the blonde was concerned could have been fifteen days - the taxi arrived in front of the only ‘greasy spoon’ type establishment on the designated street.
Naruto shoved money at the driver, asking him to wait a minute, thinking that perhaps he could offer the teen a ride. The blonde future-executive shuddered at the thought of Jiraiya laughing at the offer to give the kid a ride. He shook his head; ‘I’m getting as bad as that old pervert.’
The dingy restaurant doors were locked and it didn’t look as if anyone were inside. Naruto pressed his face against the glass, then banged on the door, hopeful someone would at least be inside cleaning. The door read ‘closing at one pm’.
‘How could the workers’ clean and close the place in twenty minutes?’ When hammered again, an old woman prodded him in the shoulder with her cane.
“What you doing to my shop?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I was looking for someone.”
She narrowed her magnified eyes behind thick spectacles and then grouched in a nasally voice, “Who you want?”
“Oh…” Naruto blinked, he didn’t know the black hair boys name. “Uhhh.. he…uh…”
Her wrinkled brow furrowed as she look more intently, “Come-on I don’t got all day, who you looking for?”
His face turned beet red as he broke out in a sweat. He dug the card out of his pocket looking for the teen’s name. “Its…” The card didn’t have a name, just the initial ‘S.’ Naruto blushed and grinned, “I don’t know his name,” he said scratching his head.
The old woman shook her head. “What he look like,” she demanded, her glasses fogging up.
“Oh he’s about this tall,” Naruto gestured, holding a hand up to his nose, and then making more signs for the teen’s narrow frame and wide shoulders. “His hair is really dark! I mean REALLY dark, and he has…” he paused deep in thought his blue eyes glazed over as inadvertently his eyebrow ‘twitched.’
“OH, I know who you talking about!” The old woman pointed at the golden eyebrow.
Naruto could not have been happier. “Really?”
“Yeah,” she nodded.
“Where is he?”
“I fired that bastard last week!”
“WHAT?”
“He too distracts my customers. They all want to grab his ass and not buy food!” The women raised her cane at her storefront. “This is a business, not some massage parlor, that little bastard had to go!”
“WAIT! Don’t call him that!”
“He interrupted my business I call him what I want!”
Naruto bared his teeth as she continued to rant on.
“He call me everyday old lady this, old lady that!” She huffed, “He could at least remember my name! Geesh, what a kid!” She shuffled off. “Ok, you take care now, I got to go home and watch my show.”
Naruto’s face fell, he had been so sure he would find the teen. Then he had a sudden thought, “Hey, excuse me miss, do you know where he’s working now?”
The old woman called over her shoulder without looking back at the teen. “Last I hear he working bowling alley, all my customers say they can go there to grab his ass. That skinny bastard.”
Naruto frowned, just the thought of people randomly squeezing the raven boys buttocks angered him. He turned to see his taxi had left and then, remembering the post cards, he pulled out the next two.
~~~~~~~~
To the moron:
Things didn’t work out with the restaurant so I took a job over at the bowling alley. Sorry if you get this late. I have been very busy trying to keep a job… and my dignity.
The name of the bowling alley is ‘Pinned & Packed.’
Maybe I’ll see you there?
~~~~~~~~
Once again, it was signed with the swirly ‘S’ Naruto was starting to really like looking at. Without a pause, the blonde took flight; knowing where the place was located. It was only three blocks from the restaurant.
A few minutes later, he pushed open the glass doors to the ruckus of early weekend mayhem, panting slightly. It took him an hour to find someone that could tell him if the raven was working tonight.
In the end, Naruto slouched back down at the executive table, glaring at the three post cards. It turned out that the teen had lost the bowling alley job as well. It had something to do with his balls and dropping a bowling ball on a customer’s head.
The third card stated that he had taken a job with a massage parlor, in the ritzy part of town. A place named Under My Palms, which had taken the blonde two hours’ travel. However, they also terminated the raven, for reasons they would not discuss.
Naruto huffed; his uncle looked up from his pile of notes.
“What is it, didn’t get laid?” The hermit chuckled.
His nephew was too tired and frustrated to fume at the old man. He dropped his head on the table with a loud thud, sulking. “I couldn’t find him,” he said weakly.
“Tell me what happened? And let me see those post cards again.”
The teen took a drink from the middle of the table as he explained his ordeal he slouched brooding.
Jiraiya turned the cards over in his hands and then laughed heartily.
“Kah! Kah! Kah!”
Naruto seethed despite his depression he hated when his uncle made fun of him. “What’s so funny now?”
“Naruto you are the biggest moron! Didn’t you read these, he’s playing with you!” Naruto tried to snatch the cards back, but his uncle was too fast. “Give me the last card.”
The blonde blinked then rummaged into his pocket to find the last card folded over at the bottom of his pocket. He blushed, having forgotten all about the final card. “Oh I must have over looked this one.”
“It doesn’t matter, it’s not the message in the card that’s important.” Jiraiya lined up the colorful back of each hard matching the design on all four in a rectangle. When the postcards edges touched, it revealed a hidden message. The message read:
~~~~~~~~
To the Moron:
If you figured this out, I will never call you a moron again. Only way to prove it is to meet me here…
Maybe I’ll see you there.
~~~~~~~~
The ‘here’ in his message on back of the four post cards, pointed to an arrow circling a blank area of sand.
Naruto blinked, “Where the hell is ‘here?’” He looked closely at the card, while his uncle snickered.
“Well you should know, since he didn’t say it right out, and to earn the right for the skinny brat not to call you a moron, I guess it’s probably really simple.” He chuckled. “Look at the message he sent you!”
Jiraiya had connected all the locations, including the fourth that Naruto never made:
Won 2 e sum-me
Pinned & Packed
Under My Palms
Wild n Wet - The final place had been a water park.
Naruto blinked at the notes his uncle jotted down. “So, those are the places he worked.” He said innocently.
The old hermit shook his head again, “You really are a clueless uke, Naruto, and it’s amazing you come up with such sexy stories.” The editor laughed and then doodled on a paper before passing it over to his nephew.
“He wants you, where only you would know. I guess in a way you got game. Probably by accident, or pity, either way it worked.”
The blonde blushed at his uncle, frustrated and embarrassed that he did not get the ‘joke’ the raven was pulling. He read the notes from his uncle. Blue ribbon eyes growing to the size of saucers, it occurred to him that he’d had the same thoughts but brushed them away as perverted. He grinned at his uncle, scratching the back of his head.
“I know where he is, can I use your car? I got a plane to catch.”
[TBC]
Sandcastles Part 3
~~~~
What do you do when the person of your dreams is an utter klutz and is determined to get you seriously hurt or killed? I’ve come to the conclusion, in the two times I’ve met Naruto, that he has tried to get to know me. It’s just that circumstances have made it difficult. Maybe fate has other plans for us? I just need to help it along...
~~~~
Naruto sat brooding: looking at the television without really seeing it. A few weeks ago he hadn’t seen that kid in years - then ‘bang.’ It was almost as if he fell off his cloud directly where Naruto could catch him. Jiraiya didn’t blame his nephew for the incident, but Naruto felt awful about the situation.
Naruto’s uncle worked at the publishing company during the spring and Naruto hated it there. However, on the off chance, he would see the kid again, he decided to tough it out and assist the hermit.
Unfortunately, the teen no longer worked with the window company. Naruto sat, more depressed than ever, ignoring his uncle’s joke ‘to hurry up and get laid.’ The old pervert just didn’t understand ‘love at first sight’ at all.
Naruto sighed, prodding the remote until the screen blackened. He turned to gaze dreamily out the twenty-second floor window. The blue sky above and the busy streets below; ‘you’re out there somewhere...’ He sighed again, pressing his head helplessly against the glass, ‘but where?’
“Jiraiya, we’ve had some mail addressed strangely over the past week and someone suggested I ask you if it belongs to you.”
Naruto glanced back at the receptionist - her pink hair and make-up so didn’t match her turquoise suit. He rolled his eyes when she blew him a kiss, while his uncle thumbed through the letters.
“Hey Kit I think these are for you,” he snickered, and handed the bundle to the secretary.
Naruto’s eyebrows rose. “Why would I get mail here?” He took the offered mail from the receptionist, doing his best not to make eye contact. “Thanks,” he muttered.
“Well, look at how they are labeled,” Jiraiya chuckled - returning to his stack of manuscripts.
“If there’s nothing else Jiraiya..?” she paused at the door. After the white haired editor nod she left, still trying to catch the cute blonde’s blue eyes.
Naruto looked at the first of four post cards addressed ‘To the moron.”
He frowned, glaring at his uncle. “This fits you too! That’s why they sent it up here to begin with.”
“KA! KA! KA!” The editor threw his head back in a barking laugh. “Hey kit, what was the key word you just said? ‘Too,’ wasn’t it? If you want to defend yourself then don’t agree with the insult!” He got to his feet, still laughing, and waved his nephew off as he stepped out. “I’ll be back: I’ve got to go see the big guy.”
Naruto glared after the big editor, frowning; ‘Who’s bigger than you are? Idiot!’
He returned to the post cards, flipping them over. On the back, each had different decorative sand and seashell art. He sniffed, curious about the design; it looked as if it were hand drawn.
Each card had a received date stamped in red by the clerk in the mailroom. Naruto lined them all up by receive date. Tucking the others away, he read the oldest post card first.
~~~~~~~~
To the moron:
Didn’t think I’d run into a klutz like you again. Well, I’m not mad about the water thing, I guess it’s ok since it was a hot day anyway.
I lost my job after that incident and had to get another over at this greasy spoon on Belleview.
I work until one pm on most days, maybe if you want you can come by or whatever? BTW the name of the restaurant is ‘Won 2 e sum-me,’ it’s a family business.
Maybe I’ll see you there?
~~~~~~~~~
Naruto grinned, the boy had signed it with a big swirly ‘S.’ He rocked back and forth on his heels, reading the card again when his watched chimed the hour.
‘Shit!’ Naruto shot for the door. It was already one o’clock. If he hurried, perhaps he would make it to the restaurant before the black haired kid left.
Once outside he hailed a taxi and sat anxiously, leaning over the back seat, looking for Belleview Street. In less than fifteen minutes - which as far as the blonde was concerned could have been fifteen days - the taxi arrived in front of the only ‘greasy spoon’ type establishment on the designated street.
Naruto shoved money at the driver, asking him to wait a minute, thinking that perhaps he could offer the teen a ride. The blonde future-executive shuddered at the thought of Jiraiya laughing at the offer to give the kid a ride. He shook his head; ‘I’m getting as bad as that old pervert.’
The dingy restaurant doors were locked and it didn’t look as if anyone were inside. Naruto pressed his face against the glass, then banged on the door, hopeful someone would at least be inside cleaning. The door read ‘closing at one pm’.
‘How could the workers’ clean and close the place in twenty minutes?’ When hammered again, an old woman prodded him in the shoulder with her cane.
“What you doing to my shop?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I was looking for someone.”
She narrowed her magnified eyes behind thick spectacles and then grouched in a nasally voice, “Who you want?”
“Oh…” Naruto blinked, he didn’t know the black hair boys name. “Uhhh.. he…uh…”
Her wrinkled brow furrowed as she look more intently, “Come-on I don’t got all day, who you looking for?”
His face turned beet red as he broke out in a sweat. He dug the card out of his pocket looking for the teen’s name. “Its…” The card didn’t have a name, just the initial ‘S.’ Naruto blushed and grinned, “I don’t know his name,” he said scratching his head.
The old woman shook her head. “What he look like,” she demanded, her glasses fogging up.
“Oh he’s about this tall,” Naruto gestured, holding a hand up to his nose, and then making more signs for the teen’s narrow frame and wide shoulders. “His hair is really dark! I mean REALLY dark, and he has…” he paused deep in thought his blue eyes glazed over as inadvertently his eyebrow ‘twitched.’
“OH, I know who you talking about!” The old woman pointed at the golden eyebrow.
Naruto could not have been happier. “Really?”
“Yeah,” she nodded.
“Where is he?”
“I fired that bastard last week!”
“WHAT?”
“He too distracts my customers. They all want to grab his ass and not buy food!” The women raised her cane at her storefront. “This is a business, not some massage parlor, that little bastard had to go!”
“WAIT! Don’t call him that!”
“He interrupted my business I call him what I want!”
Naruto bared his teeth as she continued to rant on.
“He call me everyday old lady this, old lady that!” She huffed, “He could at least remember my name! Geesh, what a kid!” She shuffled off. “Ok, you take care now, I got to go home and watch my show.”
Naruto’s face fell, he had been so sure he would find the teen. Then he had a sudden thought, “Hey, excuse me miss, do you know where he’s working now?”
The old woman called over her shoulder without looking back at the teen. “Last I hear he working bowling alley, all my customers say they can go there to grab his ass. That skinny bastard.”
Naruto frowned, just the thought of people randomly squeezing the raven boys buttocks angered him. He turned to see his taxi had left and then, remembering the post cards, he pulled out the next two.
~~~~~~~~
To the moron:
Things didn’t work out with the restaurant so I took a job over at the bowling alley. Sorry if you get this late. I have been very busy trying to keep a job… and my dignity.
The name of the bowling alley is ‘Pinned & Packed.’
Maybe I’ll see you there?
~~~~~~~~
Once again, it was signed with the swirly ‘S’ Naruto was starting to really like looking at. Without a pause, the blonde took flight; knowing where the place was located. It was only three blocks from the restaurant.
A few minutes later, he pushed open the glass doors to the ruckus of early weekend mayhem, panting slightly. It took him an hour to find someone that could tell him if the raven was working tonight.
In the end, Naruto slouched back down at the executive table, glaring at the three post cards. It turned out that the teen had lost the bowling alley job as well. It had something to do with his balls and dropping a bowling ball on a customer’s head.
The third card stated that he had taken a job with a massage parlor, in the ritzy part of town. A place named Under My Palms, which had taken the blonde two hours’ travel. However, they also terminated the raven, for reasons they would not discuss.
Naruto huffed; his uncle looked up from his pile of notes.
“What is it, didn’t get laid?” The hermit chuckled.
His nephew was too tired and frustrated to fume at the old man. He dropped his head on the table with a loud thud, sulking. “I couldn’t find him,” he said weakly.
“Tell me what happened? And let me see those post cards again.”
The teen took a drink from the middle of the table as he explained his ordeal he slouched brooding.
Jiraiya turned the cards over in his hands and then laughed heartily.
“Kah! Kah! Kah!”
Naruto seethed despite his depression he hated when his uncle made fun of him. “What’s so funny now?”
“Naruto you are the biggest moron! Didn’t you read these, he’s playing with you!” Naruto tried to snatch the cards back, but his uncle was too fast. “Give me the last card.”
The blonde blinked then rummaged into his pocket to find the last card folded over at the bottom of his pocket. He blushed, having forgotten all about the final card. “Oh I must have over looked this one.”
“It doesn’t matter, it’s not the message in the card that’s important.” Jiraiya lined up the colorful back of each hard matching the design on all four in a rectangle. When the postcards edges touched, it revealed a hidden message. The message read:
~~~~~~~~
To the Moron:
If you figured this out, I will never call you a moron again. Only way to prove it is to meet me here…
Maybe I’ll see you there.
~~~~~~~~
The ‘here’ in his message on back of the four post cards, pointed to an arrow circling a blank area of sand.
Naruto blinked, “Where the hell is ‘here?’” He looked closely at the card, while his uncle snickered.
“Well you should know, since he didn’t say it right out, and to earn the right for the skinny brat not to call you a moron, I guess it’s probably really simple.” He chuckled. “Look at the message he sent you!”
Jiraiya had connected all the locations, including the fourth that Naruto never made:
Won 2 e sum-me
Pinned & Packed
Under My Palms
Wild n Wet - The final place had been a water park.
Naruto blinked at the notes his uncle jotted down. “So, those are the places he worked.” He said innocently.
The old hermit shook his head again, “You really are a clueless uke, Naruto, and it’s amazing you come up with such sexy stories.” The editor laughed and then doodled on a paper before passing it over to his nephew.
“He wants you, where only you would know. I guess in a way you got game. Probably by accident, or pity, either way it worked.”
The blonde blushed at his uncle, frustrated and embarrassed that he did not get the ‘joke’ the raven was pulling. He read the notes from his uncle. Blue ribbon eyes growing to the size of saucers, it occurred to him that he’d had the same thoughts but brushed them away as perverted. He grinned at his uncle, scratching the back of his head.
“I know where he is, can I use your car? I got a plane to catch.”
[TBC]