Kimi he

君へ

To you



To you, who’s too far away from me to reach.

I’ve been wondering who you are – who you really are – ever since the first moment I’ve met you. You won’t tell me, so how am I supposed to know you?

I’ve been watching you – every movement of yours – for an eternity, it seems. Yet I can’t see your real self, no matter how much I’ve been watching you.

I’ve been listening to you – to everything you say – like a prayer and hoped to gain your trust. But you don’t trust me neither would you tell me anything.

And I’ve been wondering whether you feel the same towards me.

How am I supposed to know you if you’re hiding your true self?

How am I supposed to see you behind that mask of yours?

How am I supposed to listen to you if you won’t tell me anything?


Please, even if it’s just for a short, vanishing moment in time…
Turn to me.



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危ない歌

A dangerous song

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When Naruto opened his eyes he expected bright sunlight flooding his vision, but it never came, instead his room was pitch dark. Did he wake up too early? Did he oversleep and it was night again? Naruto wondered. He tried to get up, only to find that he couldn’t move.

“Huh?” Now, the kyuubi holder was even more bewildered. He struggled and stretched out his arm to reach the bedside lamp he assumed was on his right, only to knock his head against something hard when he turned around.

“Ouch!” Naruto exclaimed loudly, cursing his own clumsiness. He should have known that there was a… err… what was it he knocked his head against anyway? He carefully felt around for any clue what was now right in front of him. It was hard, he could tell, and smelled like… The blond sniffed at the thing in front of him when he was suddenly caught in a tight hug and pulled closer. Naruto struggled against the suffocating tightness. What the hell was that thing?!

“Good morning,” Naruto stopped his struggling immediately. The thing could speak? Wait! Which things were able to speak? His alarm clock didn’t speak; neither did his radio, seeing as it was turned off. Robots could speak, couldn’t they? Did someone put a robot in his bed to play a trick on him?

‘No, that can’t be it,” Naruto thought, taxing his brain to find the answer to what was in his bed except for him. What did he know?

…

Damn, it was too tight to think! Those arms around him were holding him too tight.

‘Arms?’ Naruto blinked, knowing the answer was close at hand. ‘It speaks, is solid, has arms and…’ The blond gasped ‘… is pulling me in a suffocating hug.’

‘It’s human!’ Naruto concluded, resuming his fighting after realising that someone was lying in his bed next to him.

Sasuke didn’t loose his grip on the blond, hugging him close to his own pale body. He chuckled softly and snuggled closer to the blond, resting his head in the crook of the tanned neck and breathing the blonde’s scent in deeply. “Usuratonkachi,” the dark haired young man whispered against the other’s skin, fighting the urge to bite down on the slender neck and drawing blood from it, instead he settled for licking it.

“Sa-Sasuke?!” the blond yelped when he felt the wet organ on his neck, licking it. His hands rested on his dark haired friend’s chest, trying to push him away. However, the kyuubi vessel’s strength left him all too soon when he found that one of the raven’s hand left his back and reached around him, stroking his left side.

The kitsune vessel snorted before he burst out laughing eventually.

“Hahahaaa… Sa-Sasuke! Stop! Ti-ti-tickling is a-ahaha against the rules! Uahahaha!!!”

Sasuke was taken aback. He didn’t expect that reaction — he wanted to hear sounds of pleasure escaping the younger boy’s lips. He wanted to hear his pleas, yes, but for him to continue not to stop because the blond was ticklish.

He bit down on the smaller boy’s neck angrily, breaking the skin and drawing blood. Naruto gasped in pain. ‘What is going on?! What is he doing?!’ Naruto screamed in his mind. Sasuke didn’t seem to care. The blonde’s blood was intoxicating. The raven haired vampire moaned in pleasure as the sweet blood ran down his throat. Swallowing the delicious liquid, he pulled back again, not wanting to kill his prey.

“You taste so good,” the raven murmured against the other’s skin breathily before he licked the warm, crimson liquid from the younger man’s neck. Naruto shuddered; he was afraid of the other male. Since when did Sasuke bite? Then something happened that caused the fox vessel to forget everything around him. His fear, his questions, even his doubt vanished into thin air when Sasuke’s hand found its way to the hem of the younger one’s boxers and didn’t hesitate to crawl beneath the thin article of clothing.

Naruto stiffened when he felt Sasuke’s cold hand on his flesh. ‘This isn’t supposed to happen! It can’t be happening!’ The fox vessel tried to deny the situation even existed, however, it was rather hard to pretend that it was all just a nightmare when the raven’s hand grabbed his limp member, giving it a light squeeze and earning a shocked yelp from Naruto.

The kyuubi vessel struggled harder, wanting — no, needing — to get away from the raven.

“Sa-Sasu-kee!! S-stop, please! L-l-let gooo!” Naruto begged; trying to get away from his raven haired counterpart, wincing. He only succeeded in the other male licking his neck again, though.

“Unngh… Plea-please, Sa-suke,” the kyuubi vessel pleaded more when the raven began stroking his awakening male organ, feeling that that was extremely wrong.

Sasuke wasn’t impressed at all. The thought of stopping his ministrations seemed so ridiculous as he focused on pumping the tanned flesh in his hand to full erection.

It didn’t matter to him that the blond pleaded for him to stop or that it was too early for doing that already. The only thing that mattered was that he wanted something precious to him, something to hold on, the blond. Thus he had to mark the blond as his own, solely his. He was possessive, yes.

Naruto moaned as the pace of Sasuke’s hand on his hand picked up. His member, now fully erect, started to spill little shots of pre-cum. The milky liquid lingered on the top of his member, right in the small slit. The raven suddenly found the viscous essence extremely interesting as he lowered his head to the blonde’s crotch, missing the frightened look in the younger boy’s blue eyes.

‘This is wrong… so wrong!’ Naruto thought frantically.

Sasuke opened his mouth, but before he could take a tentative lick the kyuubi vessel found his strength again and kicked the raven in the shoulder sideways, sending him to fly straight in the wall. His eyes – now glowing a dark crimson – narrowed on the dark haired vampire angrily for a brief moment before Naruto got a hold of himself again and his eyes returned to their azure blue colour again. The kitsune vessel ran out of his apartment, grabbing some pants on his way outside. Nothing mattered much – the only thing that mattered to the young blond now was the idea of getting away from his raven haired team-mate.

The door shut loudly behind the retreating blond, leaving the dark haired vampire to look at it in awe as he rubbed his abused shoulder.

“He’s stronger than he appears to be,” the young vampire mused, slightly astonished. “Oh, dear little one. It doesn’t matter where you’re running to. In the end, you’ll come back here, to me.” Sasuke smirked predatorily; his sharp canines glistening in the dark. He would wait.

Meanwhile the blond kitsune vessel fumbled with his trousers in an attempt to put them on without slowing down his running pace. It was in vain though as he tripped and fell to the ground, the sandy road intercepted his fall and made it a little less painful than it would’ve been if the road was paved.

Naruto groaned. Here he was, half-naked in the middle of Konoha early in the morning and unable to return home. Thank goodness, the road was deserted so early in the morning.

The kyuubi vessel got up, pulling his trousers in one swift movement on. A shirt would’ve been nice, but unfortunately he forgot to take one with him. It’s not as though he had had a lot of time to think about which clothes he should take with him.
Maybe he should ask one of his friends whether they would be nice enough to lend him a shirt, an orange one ideally.

Naruto thought for a while. Who should he ask?

The girls were left out since they were… um… girls and had… let’s say… girlish clothes.

Kiba? He would make fun of him as soon as he got there.

Chouji? There was an obvious difference in their size.

Shikamaru? Naruto could almost hear the brunette saying “Troublesome”.

Rock Lee? Green?!

Shino? That guy was still offended because he hadn’t recognised him right away when they first met again.

Neji? …Um. Hm… That might not be such a bad idea. He wouldn’t tell anyone that he knocked on his door half-naked early in the morning. Besides, Naruto was sure that he was awake anyway so he wouldn’t have to deal with his guilty conscience for waking one of his friends up at dawn.

It was decided then. Naruto would ask Neji for a shirt.

“Yoshi! Let’s go!” Naruto beamed with joy and ran off in the direction of where he assumed Neji lived in. Maybe, just maybe, it’d have been better if he had known where Neji lived exactly, but all roads lead to Rome, or in this case: the Hyuuga mansion, don’t they?

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Finally, he arrived at the Hyuuga compound, the huge mansion standing there in all its glory, illuminated by the rising sun it looked like a sanctuary. Surely, this was the place where someone would rescue him and give him a shirt and the fox vessel knew: this person was going to be Neji!

Naruto sneaked into the compound, trying not to make any unnecessary sounds and masking his chakra. He just wanted to talk to Neji, not to his uncle or Hinata or the whole Hyuuga clan. It wouldn’t be great if they all saw him without his shirt. Hinata would faint for sure and they all had to go to the hospital to check on her. No thanks, no more people than necessary should see him like that.

Sensing Neji’s chakra in the training compound, Naruto walked carefully towards it. He was alone.

‘Great!’ Naruto beamed happily when all of a sudden a kunai flew past him.

“Eep!” the kitsune vessel was shocked.

“Next time, I won’t miss!” Neji shouted angrily.

‘He knew I was there?’ Naruto’s eyes widened, then it struck him: the Byakugan. It wasn’t that clever to sneak in when your opponent could see (almost) everything around him.

Naruto stepped out from his hiding place – there wasn’t any need to hide any longer – and faced the young brunette.

This time, it was Neji’s pale eyes that widened comically. The young Hyuuga just stood there, staring at the half-naked blond in front of him.

“You’re good,” Naruto broke the awkward silence between them, “with the kunai, I think.”

That helped Neji to get a hold of himself again and he quickly regained his composure. “What are you doing here?” he asked calmly.

“Umm… Well… As you can see, I could use your help.” Naruto looked his brunette counterpart in the eye, hoping he would understand. When the Hyuuga didn’t move but only stared at him, the blond continued, “I… need a shirt.”

“I see that.” The brunette replied, his gaze never leaving the blond.

‘And he’s supposed to be a genius?!’ Naruto huffed in annoyance. “Could you lend me a shirt then?” the blond paused for a moment before he added a quiet “Please.”

“Hn.” Was the brunette’s sole reply.

‘Damn stereotypical answers!’ the kitsune vessel fumed silently. Why did he only know boys whose vocabulary was reduced to a “Hn”? They were nice, well, most of them, but that habit of them was annoying.

“Come with me,” Neji said suddenly, pulling Naruto out of his anger.

“Huh?” now it was Naruto’s turn to answer in a one word reply.

“I said ‘Come with me’. You can’t expect me to give you my shirt, now can you?” Neji asked mockingly, fighting the urge to smirk at the blond.

“U… un,” Naruto nodded. He could understand Neji’s logic only too well, seeing as he was also half-naked. With a shaky step forward, the young kitsune vessel followed the brunette into the Hyuuga manor, admiring the huge building silently; oblivious of the danger of being alone with Neji in the same huge building.

They finally arrived at Neji’s room. Although it was slightly smaller than the other rooms in the mansion, Naruto figured that his whole apartment could fit in it - probably even his whole apartment complex… Damn these rich guys!

“Please wait a moment,” the Hyuuga turned away from the demon vessel and walked over to his wardrobe, looking for a shirt that could fit the skinny blond. When he had finally found something, he tossed it to Naruto.

“Here. Try this on.” Neji said indifferently.

Naruto eyed the shirt warily. It was a simple white shirt, similar to Neji’s. ‘I see. He only has that type of shirt; except for the fact that this one is washed with Mister Clean. It is so white… You could ask yourself ‘How much more white could it be?’ and the answer is ‘None; none more white.’’

“Hey! Hey! Naruto!” Neji called out annoyed. He had tried to draw the blonde’s attention for five minutes already. What the hell was wrong with the smirking fox vessel?

“U…Huh?” Naruto blinked confusedly, staring into Neji’s pale eyes.

“What the hell are you doing, moron?! Put the shirt on already!” The Hyuuga snarled, angry at the fact that the blond had ignored him so obviously up to now.

“U… un.” The whiskered youth nodded. Why did he think about such stupid things? Why was he this distracted? Why didn’t he just put on that shirt? Why was he asking himself so many questions? Why was the word Why invented if not for the purpose to be answered? Who invented it anyway? Chuck Norris? Naa… Doubt it.

Naruto’s train of thoughts was derailed when Neji decided that he had had enough. The Hyuuga seized the shirt Naruto was still holding in his hands and put it on the lithe tanned body forcefully himself.

“WHA- WHAT?!” the kitsune vessel tried to comprehend what was going on, but when he found that he wore the white article of clothing he had clutched in his hand before, he relaxed; Neji had dressed him. He laughed lightly.

“What is so funny?” Neji enquired.

“Oh… hahaha… Nothing much… hihi… I didn’t think you would lose your patience anytime.” Naruto slid down to the floor, holding his belly from laughing so hard at the thought of Neji – Naruto thought of being one of those legendary ice princesses (… figure skaters) – losing his patience because of such a small, unimportant thing like being ignored by the blond demon vessel.

‘They are all so used to ignore others but can’t stand to being ignored themselves. How ironic,’ Naruto thought, unable to control his laugher anymore.

A vein popped on the Hyuuga’s forehead, annoyed at the loser’s laughter, he crouched to face the blond ‘canned laughter device’.

“Oh really? You should be glad I’m still able to control myself – unlike you. Now, would you kindly shut the fuck up, loser?!” Neji snarled but found that that didn’t stop the blonde’s laughter at all.

“That’s so great! You can snarl!” Naruto managed to say between his laughter.

‘Just shut up! Shut up! Shut him up!!!’ Neji’s mind was only set on his determination to stop the blonde’s fit of laughter as he leaned forward quickly, closing the small distance between them.

When their lips locked, Naruto’s fit of laughter ceased immediately, much to Neji’s gratification. Naruto, on the other hand, didn’t move at all; he just sat there, petrified with horror.

After a few seconds, Naruto’s senses kicked back in and with them his leg kicked out, hitting the brunette’s stomach.

Neji grunted in pain, holding his stomach, when he was kicked so hard.

The blond stood up quickly, panting. “What the hell is wrong with you all?!” He exclaimed harshly. “Why the hell are you all trying to do… such things to me?! I AM NOT GAY!!! I don’t care if you are, but I like Sakura-chan!” With that the blond ran like lightning out of the house, leaving the Hyuuga complex.

‘Uh… I don’t want to think about the day when I must give him the shirt back …’ Naruto mused worriedly. ‘Stupid perverts! Stupid Sasuke! Stupid Neji! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!’

The church-clock struck one o’clock, reminding the demon vessel of something very important in the progress.

‘I am meant to be in baa-chan’s office by now!!!’ The blond ran for his life to get to the Hokage’s office in time. Only God knew what the blonde, bosomy woman would do to him if he were late and not Kakashi to excuse it!

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Panting, he arrived at the Hokage’s office. He had run on top of his lungs to get here on time.

He knocked, waiting for the blonde woman’s answer to allow him in. The kitsune vessel was late and, despite the fact how unusual it was for him to knock on a door instead of just knocking it down, he didn’t want the older woman to knock him out. Jiraiya had told him once what Tsunade did to him when he, as he called it, did some research, and the old perverted sannin was very explicit in his description. It must have been a bloody massacre. The kyuubi vessel was terrified by Ero-sennin’s words.

“Come in!” he heard a voice from the other side of the closed, wooden door. He pushed the door handle, swallowing the lump that had built in his throat, as he entered the circular room.

“You wanted to talk to me, baa-chan?” Naruto asked charily, testing the mood the old woman was in.

“Yes, I did. I have a mission for you.” Tsunade said sternly, looking straight into the young boy’s blue eyes.

“What is it?” Naruto asked curiously.

“There have been various reports on murder in Konoha recently. The dead bodies didn’t have much in common, except for the fact that they were all exsanguinous. Each of them had two little holes in their throat, but otherwise there weren’t any injuries found. The latest corpses were found just a few hours ago in the mortuary.” Tsunade replied, stopping to let the information in the blond young boy in front of her.

“It’s an S-Rank mission because we don’t know whether it’s just one murderer or more, but one thing is for sure: Whoever killed those people is very dangerous. You’ll work in a team of five. Meet them this afternoon at three o’clock at Konoha Gate. Don’t be late.” She handed him some information she had written on several sheets of paper over.

“Good luck on your mission.” The legendary sannin smiled kindly. “You’re dismissed.”



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Author’s note:

Hello again to another author’s note.

So that was the fifth chapter of “Kimi he”.

Did you like it?

Did you hate it?

Did you even read it?

Oh well, I believe that you at least read it, since you’re reading the author’s note.

I went to the doctor’s today to ask for a referral (I wouldn’t have done this if it had been my choice in the first place).

My doctor’s reaction was the typical “Oh my god” statement, including that nice look I hate most, and… oh well; at least I got that damn referral.

I wrote my English test on Monday (the last one for this semester).

Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to finish properly.

My teacher thinks that we can do 10 tasks (various free texts included, of course) in one hour.

She doesn’t know what people can do in one hour.

I did my book review and even though I was prepared for several questions I wasn’t prepared for such stupid questions.

I know that Loveless is a little bit complicated to understand at first, but… argh!

I was faced with some interesting clichés which were like “Manga are supposed to be funny” and “Are all manga like that?”

I didn’t think they would ask questions like these. I thought they’d ask questions regarding Loveless itself, but not manga in general.

My reply “You can’t compare manga like that. Each one is different” didn’t work.

So now they are stuck with the idea “Once you know one manga, you know each one”.

They wanted me to do a book review for a normal novel, regardless of whether I find that many manga are better in emitting feelings than 1000000 words could do.

Of course, there might be a novel outside there that is able to do the same, but, unfortunately, I haven’t read it yet.

So next time I won’t put so much effort in my book review (I drew several images, copied 300 pages altogether with information regarding Loveless, Yun Kouga, a small comic I drew to introduce Loveless, and, of course, a reading; and I even tinkered cat ears!)

Did they appreciate that? No!

So my next book review will be about a normal novel; boring, but a normal novel *yawn*.

I’ll probably pick one I really hate a lot; a really boring one.

Just because I want them to know the difference between me doing a book review for a book I like and doing a book review for a book I hate.

I’m resentful and that means I’ll try to euthanize them with my next book review.

Note: you shouldn’t do anything unique if your class is like mine.

It’s like casting pearls before swine.

The only good thing was that I was able to keep up my reputation.

It’s better if they don’t know anything else beside that.

I feel so stupid.

I was told that it could be that the informatics club I attend might be cancelled from our school since the teacher is most likely going to quit teaching this December.

Everyone else in my class cheered when they heard that (they aren’t in the informatics club, but he also teaches Physics, so they were happy about that.)

It was as though I was surrounded by children instead of adults.

Stupid brats!

It might sound even more stupid, but I really need Informatics.

They force me to learn French and economics without offering me a subject like art or a regular informatics class, so I attended the informatics club.

Yes, I admit it: I want to be the best at least in one subject.

Not the second or third best, so I chose informatics.

I’m calculating. *shrug*

Within 4 weeks I was on the same level as the ones who took informatics for 3 months (informatics is only once a week).

It feels as though I’m on the same low level than before when informatics is cancelled.

One of my new favourite phrases:

お前が近くにいるのをいいことにベタベタしやがって！！

(Omae ga chikaku ni iru no wo ii koto ni betabeta shiyagatte!!)

(= What the fuck are you up to taking advantage of his proximity to cling to him like a wet T-Shirt?!)

And just in case you’re wondering why I wrote this: I have no clue as well.

I just found it funny, I guess. =)

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