Crazy Inspirations
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Category:
Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,106
Reviews:
5
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.
Crazy Inspirations
“Crazy Inspirations”
by: WaterShadow
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Naruto. Hell, if I did own Naruto, I wouldn’t be having any of the financial difficulties I’m currently in, due to the fact that most of the money would have been saved for a rainy day. Since I don’t have that nice big cushy pillow to fall back on...well, clearly I don’t own a lot, much less Naruto.
NOTE: I should warn you now; this is a self-insertion, though I won’t be doing anything to the characters (much as I’d like to). This fic is not wholly serious, though most of what I’ve written falls under that category. It’s more of a line of thought as to why some of the stories I’ve written have come into existence in the first place.
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(Behind the Scenes: Problem...Solved)
I keep finding myself here. I like being here, but this is starting to feel a little like overdosing on a good thing.
Today...is a school day, and I’m avoiding homework. Gods bless the Internet. If I want to read, I can just use the computer instead of going to a bookstore and being tempted to spend money. Besides, it isn’t legal to publish fanfiction unless permission is received from the author of the actual story, but I digress.
Fanfiction.net didn’t have updates on the stories I’d been following, but every so often I’d come across a suitable-looking oneshot or three. Since I usually peruse the M section (in Naruto) first, I started there.
I opened one story and read a well-written PWP featuring Sasuke and Naruto having sex, and I noticed that Naruto was on the receiving end. At the time, I had thought nothing of it. Men can have sex either way, after all, so why should it seem unusual? I certainly didn’t think much of it.
Until the next story, which also had Naruto receiving. And the next. And the next...at this point, I was wondering what the hell was going on. One or two of those fics had Naruto not only being the “catcher,” but being downright submissive! What the hell?!
“’What the fuck,’ more like.”
My eyes, which had been staring at my laptop screen with a sort of horrified fascination, snapped to my left. There, sitting on my dresser like some sort of benevolent sprite, was an older version of Naruto.
I glanced down at my book, blinked rapidly, and looked back at my dresser. He was still sitting there.
“Okay, it’s one thing to know I’m insane, but to see the proof?!”
Naruto snorted. “Who cares if you’re nuts? You just had an idea.”
“Good point.” I studied him thoughtfully, trying to keep the appreciative glint off my face. “So, why are you here?”
In the back of my mind, a part that didn’t often get its say in my daily life, it occured to me that I was speaking calmly to a fictional character that only comes alive on TV and in manga. I decided I could live with being insane.
“Well, I’m trying to figure out why the hell people keep writing ‘bout me and Sasuke.” He absently adjusted his hitae-ate. “Neither of us, at the moment, are interested in anyone, much less each other.”
I half-smiled. “Only about two reasons, really,” I replied. “One, you’re both really sexy--”
He blushed.
“And two, the idea of two really sexy guys having sex with each other is a major turn-on.”
He kept blushing darker. I stared at him in stunned fascination. If his being in my room was a hallucination, it was a very detailed one.
“You--you’re all a bunch of perverts!” He yelled, face the color of a tomato.
I shrugged. “You’re going to tell me I’M a sick perv when you’ve imagined two girls going at it?”
“Bastard!” He growled. “Leave Sakura-chan and Ino out of this!”
I smirked. “Who said anything about Sakura and Ino?”
He blustered for a while as I absently realized why Sasuke must love to make fun of him. His reactions were wonderful.
Finally, he regained control of himself. Hopping off my dresser, he looked over my shoulder at my laptop screen, silently reading the last story on there, the one I had been horrified about. He looked at me with those gorgeous blue eyes. “I’m not like that,” he said.
I shook my head. “No, you’re not.”
“I’m not submissive.”
“That’s true.”
“I’m not small.”
I smiled. “Not anymore.”
“I don’t beg.”
“Not in my fics you don’t.”
He turned to me, a look of complete bewilderment on his face. “Why the fuck do they write me like this? I’m not anything like that!”
At that point, I really wished I coudl pat him on the shoulder. I could have, but somehow, I thought he’d send me through my wall. That probably would not have been good...
“On top of that, they have to write us having sex?!”
“Look,” I sighed, scratching my scalp. “I’m sorry the idea of you and another sexy guy having sex makes you uncomfortable.”
He shook his head. “It’s not that,” he said, jumping onto my desk. “It’s not like that bothers me. They’re not really writing me, because they’ll never succeed. No one can.”
I agreed with him. Only the person responsible for writing the charater could actually write the character. Granted, sooner or later the character would randomnly develop its own quirks, but the person with the original concept would be the only one who could actually flesh them out without making the character seem overly different.
“You know what my problem is, Naruto-san?” I asked him.
He smiled a little. “Hey, you speak some Japanese,” he said.
“Yeah, some.” I cleared my throat. “While I admit I like the idea of you and Sasuke having sex--”
He didn’t blush; I figured he was getting used to it.
“--I find it absolutely horrible that you’re always made out to be the uke. You aren’t a submissive person, and writing you that way, for me, feels almost like breaking my own leg because I don’t like the way it looks, or something.” I looked him straight in the eyes, for once not wondering why my glasses weren’t on. “Shinshou o hanaseimas wa watashi no nindo desu yo.”
He smiled wider. “Speaking the truth is your ninja way? I like that.”
“I sure as hell try.” I blushed a little. “Look, I’ll tell you what. While I still intend to write you and Sasuke having sex, would you mind if I wrote something that seemed a little more in keeping with what you’d actually do? I know I won’t succeed fully, but would you mind if I tried?”
He shook his head. “No. In fact, I look forward to reading it.”
I smiled at him. “Thank you!”
“In fact,” he shot at me as he started to disappear, “the sooner you finish the story, the sooner you’ll get back to the homework you were supposed to be doing before you came.”
“You little--!” I started to growl, but by that time, he had already gone. I laughed a little, despite my slight annoyance. “Well, he’s right. Better get cracking. Now, how the heck do I make an aff account?”
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Well, ladies and gents who seem to like my style, that is the basic concept of how I came up with my first posted story here, "Problem...Solved." There will be more chapters to come depending on how much people like this. At this point, I'm writing it more for amusement (and some backstory) than anything else. The main goal is to make people laugh.
Would you tell me if I succeeded?
by: WaterShadow
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Naruto. Hell, if I did own Naruto, I wouldn’t be having any of the financial difficulties I’m currently in, due to the fact that most of the money would have been saved for a rainy day. Since I don’t have that nice big cushy pillow to fall back on...well, clearly I don’t own a lot, much less Naruto.
NOTE: I should warn you now; this is a self-insertion, though I won’t be doing anything to the characters (much as I’d like to). This fic is not wholly serious, though most of what I’ve written falls under that category. It’s more of a line of thought as to why some of the stories I’ve written have come into existence in the first place.
***||***
(Behind the Scenes: Problem...Solved)
I keep finding myself here. I like being here, but this is starting to feel a little like overdosing on a good thing.
Today...is a school day, and I’m avoiding homework. Gods bless the Internet. If I want to read, I can just use the computer instead of going to a bookstore and being tempted to spend money. Besides, it isn’t legal to publish fanfiction unless permission is received from the author of the actual story, but I digress.
Fanfiction.net didn’t have updates on the stories I’d been following, but every so often I’d come across a suitable-looking oneshot or three. Since I usually peruse the M section (in Naruto) first, I started there.
I opened one story and read a well-written PWP featuring Sasuke and Naruto having sex, and I noticed that Naruto was on the receiving end. At the time, I had thought nothing of it. Men can have sex either way, after all, so why should it seem unusual? I certainly didn’t think much of it.
Until the next story, which also had Naruto receiving. And the next. And the next...at this point, I was wondering what the hell was going on. One or two of those fics had Naruto not only being the “catcher,” but being downright submissive! What the hell?!
“’What the fuck,’ more like.”
My eyes, which had been staring at my laptop screen with a sort of horrified fascination, snapped to my left. There, sitting on my dresser like some sort of benevolent sprite, was an older version of Naruto.
I glanced down at my book, blinked rapidly, and looked back at my dresser. He was still sitting there.
“Okay, it’s one thing to know I’m insane, but to see the proof?!”
Naruto snorted. “Who cares if you’re nuts? You just had an idea.”
“Good point.” I studied him thoughtfully, trying to keep the appreciative glint off my face. “So, why are you here?”
In the back of my mind, a part that didn’t often get its say in my daily life, it occured to me that I was speaking calmly to a fictional character that only comes alive on TV and in manga. I decided I could live with being insane.
“Well, I’m trying to figure out why the hell people keep writing ‘bout me and Sasuke.” He absently adjusted his hitae-ate. “Neither of us, at the moment, are interested in anyone, much less each other.”
I half-smiled. “Only about two reasons, really,” I replied. “One, you’re both really sexy--”
He blushed.
“And two, the idea of two really sexy guys having sex with each other is a major turn-on.”
He kept blushing darker. I stared at him in stunned fascination. If his being in my room was a hallucination, it was a very detailed one.
“You--you’re all a bunch of perverts!” He yelled, face the color of a tomato.
I shrugged. “You’re going to tell me I’M a sick perv when you’ve imagined two girls going at it?”
“Bastard!” He growled. “Leave Sakura-chan and Ino out of this!”
I smirked. “Who said anything about Sakura and Ino?”
He blustered for a while as I absently realized why Sasuke must love to make fun of him. His reactions were wonderful.
Finally, he regained control of himself. Hopping off my dresser, he looked over my shoulder at my laptop screen, silently reading the last story on there, the one I had been horrified about. He looked at me with those gorgeous blue eyes. “I’m not like that,” he said.
I shook my head. “No, you’re not.”
“I’m not submissive.”
“That’s true.”
“I’m not small.”
I smiled. “Not anymore.”
“I don’t beg.”
“Not in my fics you don’t.”
He turned to me, a look of complete bewilderment on his face. “Why the fuck do they write me like this? I’m not anything like that!”
At that point, I really wished I coudl pat him on the shoulder. I could have, but somehow, I thought he’d send me through my wall. That probably would not have been good...
“On top of that, they have to write us having sex?!”
“Look,” I sighed, scratching my scalp. “I’m sorry the idea of you and another sexy guy having sex makes you uncomfortable.”
He shook his head. “It’s not that,” he said, jumping onto my desk. “It’s not like that bothers me. They’re not really writing me, because they’ll never succeed. No one can.”
I agreed with him. Only the person responsible for writing the charater could actually write the character. Granted, sooner or later the character would randomnly develop its own quirks, but the person with the original concept would be the only one who could actually flesh them out without making the character seem overly different.
“You know what my problem is, Naruto-san?” I asked him.
He smiled a little. “Hey, you speak some Japanese,” he said.
“Yeah, some.” I cleared my throat. “While I admit I like the idea of you and Sasuke having sex--”
He didn’t blush; I figured he was getting used to it.
“--I find it absolutely horrible that you’re always made out to be the uke. You aren’t a submissive person, and writing you that way, for me, feels almost like breaking my own leg because I don’t like the way it looks, or something.” I looked him straight in the eyes, for once not wondering why my glasses weren’t on. “Shinshou o hanaseimas wa watashi no nindo desu yo.”
He smiled wider. “Speaking the truth is your ninja way? I like that.”
“I sure as hell try.” I blushed a little. “Look, I’ll tell you what. While I still intend to write you and Sasuke having sex, would you mind if I wrote something that seemed a little more in keeping with what you’d actually do? I know I won’t succeed fully, but would you mind if I tried?”
He shook his head. “No. In fact, I look forward to reading it.”
I smiled at him. “Thank you!”
“In fact,” he shot at me as he started to disappear, “the sooner you finish the story, the sooner you’ll get back to the homework you were supposed to be doing before you came.”
“You little--!” I started to growl, but by that time, he had already gone. I laughed a little, despite my slight annoyance. “Well, he’s right. Better get cracking. Now, how the heck do I make an aff account?”
***||***
Well, ladies and gents who seem to like my style, that is the basic concept of how I came up with my first posted story here, "Problem...Solved." There will be more chapters to come depending on how much people like this. At this point, I'm writing it more for amusement (and some backstory) than anything else. The main goal is to make people laugh.
Would you tell me if I succeeded?