Wouldn't You Like To Know
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Category:
Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
1,066
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Staring
“Wouldn’t You Like To Know”
by: WaterShadow
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto, or the mind who came with Naruto, the esteemed Kishimoto Masashi-san. My drawing talent basically extends to clothes design. Female clothes design. If I had drawn Naruto, it would not sell as well, nor would it have a need to be translated. Hell, it probably wouldn’t sell at all; people wouldn’t pay money to see a bunch of mannikins wearing strange clothing.
QUICK NOTE: This is written out of a slight bit of frustration at the eternal question I seem to keep coming across in fanfics that have to do with boys loving other boys...for those of you who’ve read my one-shot entitled “Problem...Solved,” it’s not that question.
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The sounds of cloth rustling filled his ears. Leather, mesh, and cotton moving together made a very distinctive sound, difficult to miss and even more difficult to counterfeit. Dimly, he registered the sound of a lot of water falling into more water, but he couldn’t pay attention to it.
I’m not sure why getting undressed is so enthralling at the moment, but it is.
He couldn’t seem to pry his eyes away from the hands absently pulling down zippers, unfastening buckles, removing the cloth concealing the body whose skin was the same shade as the hands.
Wait a sec...why the hell am I watching Naruto get naked?
Uchiha Sasuke was a lot of things, but he didn’t think being a voyeur was one of the things in his job description. Though, am I technically being a voyeur if we’re in the same bathroom, at the same onsen, with barely enough room to turn around as it is? And is it my fault that the idiot takes forever to get undressed?
Something in him cheered at that thought, but it was quickly squashed before it could utter more than a choked-off squeak of celebration. “Dobe, you done yet? We’re not going to a party.”
“Yeah, yeah, keep your pants off, bastard,” Naruto replied, folding the formerly concealing cloth with a care to keeping it unwrinkled. “I’m almost done.”
“Good, hurry it up.” Not like the hot spring’s going anywhere, but still, he takes longer to get naked than some girls do to get dressed...
“Not like the spring’s going anywhere,” Naruto retorted, echoing Sasuke’s earlier thought. “Fine, I’m done now. Happy, Mr. Stick-Up-My-Ass?”
Sasuke chose not to comment on that insult. “Ecstatic,” he replied dryly, tossing a towel at the blond. “Let’s go.” White makes his skin look darker...interesting.
Passing a mirror, he paused imperceptibly to take in his reflection, but he knew Naruto would have missed his hesitation. He saw what everyone else saw; pale (but not deathly) skin, starless-night colored hair and eyes, and a slimly muscled body criscrossed faintly with the scars of his profession. His lips were only slightly darker than his skin, and his cheekbones and face structure were (if his fans were to be believed) “almost too perfect for words.”
I don’t think that the theatrical squeals and shrieks should be included in that assessment.
He knew also that, in direct comparison with Naruto, that white only made his skin look paler, almost as if he were a walking corpse. He’d heard people commenting on how strange it was to see Naruto walking next to him, that together, they complimented each other perfectly.
Until he opens his mouth and I start smirking...but it seems to work even then.
It didn’t precisely explain why he was making such a detailed study of Naruto’s body back in the closet the onsen staff so charmingly called a “dressing room,” but it seemed to satisfy Sasuke for the time being. He is my rival, after all. It is only the mark of a good shinobi to know all he can about his allies and enemies.
Stepping into the pool, Naruto gave him a strange, oblique look (oblique for the dobe, anyway...). “What’s got you so quiet?”
“I’m usually quiet, moron,” Sasuke replied, taking a seat next to his friend.
Naruto rolled his eyes. “Not that kind of quiet, idiot,” he said in the tone of voice reserved for those who knew. “I mean the kind of quiet you are now. Something’s bothering you.”
Someone care to tell me why the blond fool’s waiting like that? “Hnn,” he said at length.
“That’s it? ‘Hnn?’” Naruto can do a pretty credible impression of me when he wants to... “You can do better than that, bastard.”
A longer silence ensued.
“You know, generally, people say what’s bothering them when given an opening like the one I just gave you.”
“I’m not ‘people,’ dobe,” Sasuke said, putting his arms on the ledge, putting his head back, and closing his eyes. “I don’t have to say what’s bothering me.”
“Fine, asshole,” Naruto said. Sounds pissed, but not overly so... “Be like that. See if I care.”
“Hn.”
Companionable quiet settled in between the two jounin shinobi as they soaked the day’s aches and pains out of their muscles. Stringent training regimes being what they were, they were both pretty exhausted, though Sasuke knew that Naruto had (and would continue to have) more energy than him after training.
The offer to come to the onsen from Naruto had come as a welcome suggestion. Since they had both bathed beforehand, it had not been a problem to come here simply to soak. And it feels very nice...
“Hey, bastard?”
“Yeah, moron?”
Slight pause. “Happy seventeenth birthday.”
He remembered... Strangely touched, Sasuke found, to his surprise, a small lump in his throat. “Thanks, dobe.”
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I seem to have returned. Hello again, everyone. I hope you are all enjoying your Christmas break from school, work, or whatever obligations have been plaguing you.
For those of you who know my style, my stories often spawn from my irritation at themes of stories/fanfics that I find somewhat incomprehensible. This might not be as funny as some of my previous work, but I hope you'll like it just the same. Updates will not be as frequent as they were for "I Don't Think You Understand," but I will do my best to not leave you hanging.
A happy holidays to you all, and be safe!
by: WaterShadow
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto, or the mind who came with Naruto, the esteemed Kishimoto Masashi-san. My drawing talent basically extends to clothes design. Female clothes design. If I had drawn Naruto, it would not sell as well, nor would it have a need to be translated. Hell, it probably wouldn’t sell at all; people wouldn’t pay money to see a bunch of mannikins wearing strange clothing.
QUICK NOTE: This is written out of a slight bit of frustration at the eternal question I seem to keep coming across in fanfics that have to do with boys loving other boys...for those of you who’ve read my one-shot entitled “Problem...Solved,” it’s not that question.
***||***
The sounds of cloth rustling filled his ears. Leather, mesh, and cotton moving together made a very distinctive sound, difficult to miss and even more difficult to counterfeit. Dimly, he registered the sound of a lot of water falling into more water, but he couldn’t pay attention to it.
I’m not sure why getting undressed is so enthralling at the moment, but it is.
He couldn’t seem to pry his eyes away from the hands absently pulling down zippers, unfastening buckles, removing the cloth concealing the body whose skin was the same shade as the hands.
Wait a sec...why the hell am I watching Naruto get naked?
Uchiha Sasuke was a lot of things, but he didn’t think being a voyeur was one of the things in his job description. Though, am I technically being a voyeur if we’re in the same bathroom, at the same onsen, with barely enough room to turn around as it is? And is it my fault that the idiot takes forever to get undressed?
Something in him cheered at that thought, but it was quickly squashed before it could utter more than a choked-off squeak of celebration. “Dobe, you done yet? We’re not going to a party.”
“Yeah, yeah, keep your pants off, bastard,” Naruto replied, folding the formerly concealing cloth with a care to keeping it unwrinkled. “I’m almost done.”
“Good, hurry it up.” Not like the hot spring’s going anywhere, but still, he takes longer to get naked than some girls do to get dressed...
“Not like the spring’s going anywhere,” Naruto retorted, echoing Sasuke’s earlier thought. “Fine, I’m done now. Happy, Mr. Stick-Up-My-Ass?”
Sasuke chose not to comment on that insult. “Ecstatic,” he replied dryly, tossing a towel at the blond. “Let’s go.” White makes his skin look darker...interesting.
Passing a mirror, he paused imperceptibly to take in his reflection, but he knew Naruto would have missed his hesitation. He saw what everyone else saw; pale (but not deathly) skin, starless-night colored hair and eyes, and a slimly muscled body criscrossed faintly with the scars of his profession. His lips were only slightly darker than his skin, and his cheekbones and face structure were (if his fans were to be believed) “almost too perfect for words.”
I don’t think that the theatrical squeals and shrieks should be included in that assessment.
He knew also that, in direct comparison with Naruto, that white only made his skin look paler, almost as if he were a walking corpse. He’d heard people commenting on how strange it was to see Naruto walking next to him, that together, they complimented each other perfectly.
Until he opens his mouth and I start smirking...but it seems to work even then.
It didn’t precisely explain why he was making such a detailed study of Naruto’s body back in the closet the onsen staff so charmingly called a “dressing room,” but it seemed to satisfy Sasuke for the time being. He is my rival, after all. It is only the mark of a good shinobi to know all he can about his allies and enemies.
Stepping into the pool, Naruto gave him a strange, oblique look (oblique for the dobe, anyway...). “What’s got you so quiet?”
“I’m usually quiet, moron,” Sasuke replied, taking a seat next to his friend.
Naruto rolled his eyes. “Not that kind of quiet, idiot,” he said in the tone of voice reserved for those who knew. “I mean the kind of quiet you are now. Something’s bothering you.”
Someone care to tell me why the blond fool’s waiting like that? “Hnn,” he said at length.
“That’s it? ‘Hnn?’” Naruto can do a pretty credible impression of me when he wants to... “You can do better than that, bastard.”
A longer silence ensued.
“You know, generally, people say what’s bothering them when given an opening like the one I just gave you.”
“I’m not ‘people,’ dobe,” Sasuke said, putting his arms on the ledge, putting his head back, and closing his eyes. “I don’t have to say what’s bothering me.”
“Fine, asshole,” Naruto said. Sounds pissed, but not overly so... “Be like that. See if I care.”
“Hn.”
Companionable quiet settled in between the two jounin shinobi as they soaked the day’s aches and pains out of their muscles. Stringent training regimes being what they were, they were both pretty exhausted, though Sasuke knew that Naruto had (and would continue to have) more energy than him after training.
The offer to come to the onsen from Naruto had come as a welcome suggestion. Since they had both bathed beforehand, it had not been a problem to come here simply to soak. And it feels very nice...
“Hey, bastard?”
“Yeah, moron?”
Slight pause. “Happy seventeenth birthday.”
He remembered... Strangely touched, Sasuke found, to his surprise, a small lump in his throat. “Thanks, dobe.”
***||***
I seem to have returned. Hello again, everyone. I hope you are all enjoying your Christmas break from school, work, or whatever obligations have been plaguing you.
For those of you who know my style, my stories often spawn from my irritation at themes of stories/fanfics that I find somewhat incomprehensible. This might not be as funny as some of my previous work, but I hope you'll like it just the same. Updates will not be as frequent as they were for "I Don't Think You Understand," but I will do my best to not leave you hanging.
A happy holidays to you all, and be safe!