IDTYU Side Stories
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Category:
Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
953
Reviews:
1
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.
IDTYU Side Stories
“Hidden From View”
by: WaterShadow
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto, or Sasuke, or Kakashi, or Sakura (I’m straight anyway, so I wouldn’t want to own her unless I needed a building leveled), or Iruka, or anything remotely anime-related, unless you could the manga currently taking up space in my storage cage or my dresser drawer. Kishimoto-san, your creations are safe from me.
NOTE: these are scenes from “I Don’t Think You Understand” that I did not put into the main story (mainly because I’ve just thought of them). It is extremely helpful to read that story first so that you get the context, but I don’t really think it necessary. There; I just did my first not-so-shameless plug.
Let the mayhem begin anew.
***||***
In a sparse but tidy apartment’s living room, there sat a simple-looking table. The table was old enough to not remember its former life as a tall, glorious tree, but it retained many of the same qualities of lustrous beauty even in death. Surrounded by pieces of itself in the form of chairs, it was the center of the room. Upon its smooth surface sat a strange centerpiece of scrolls, each one tied shut with a blue, two-toned ribbon. Elegant kanji danced up the sides of these scrolls, but the table was, of course, unable to read them.
In its life after death, the table knew gentle, infrequent use. Often, hard things that clinked were placed upon it, and a chair was pulled out to seat a bipedal, impractically soft form of what the tree-cum-table knew was a human. Few scuffs told the story of its life, and what stains there had been were carefully wiped up soon after discovery.
So, when the table received a few new scratches and a surprisingly hard fist slamming into its surface, if it could have recoiled in shock, it would have.
***||***
“What...the hell....is THIS?!”
The scroll, having previously fallen from nerveless fingers, rolled a little across the surface of what had previously been a near-unmarred table as Kakashi stared in shock at the diagram that had been inside it.
What the fuck am I supposed to think about this? It was far from being Icha Icha material, but the uncompromising bluntness of the drawings of two men have penetrative sex were somehow far more blush-worthy than even the newly-discovered-to-be-racy pornographic novels Kakashi toted around.
More than ever, Kakashi found himself sincerely regretting not having taken classes that had nothing to do with killing and everything to do with creating. None of his missions had even given him an inkling of what he felt he needed to comprehend this drawing.
I...have to do this...with Iruka?
The images on the paper were disturbing, to say the least. Neatly squared off into four sections depicting various acts of sex between two people of the same gender, it held most of the things he’d innocently (I don’t feel innocent now, that’s for sure) imagined doing to Iruka, or having Iruka do to him. The upper right corner held a small, step-by-step process of preparing the receiver (oh, wait, I read this in an Icha Icha bok...I think that refers to the uke) for what was to come.
I’m not sure if penises are supposed to proportionally be that big, though...,
One image in that portion of the diagram caught his eye. The final one in the series of instructions, it finished with the dominant one (his mind proclaimed him to be the seme) pushing his erect dick into the uke. Subconsciously, Kakashi pulled his mask down so he could lick his lips. Is it warm in here?
With the exception of that one time of forced sex with the woman he had been sent to intercept, he had had no prior experience with penetrating someone else. He remembered the feel of the woman’s insides quite well, but he knew, from simple biological fact, that a man’s anus didn’t stretch as well as a woman’s vagina. That woman’s vagina was pretty stretched out anyway; couldn’t really feel much, but it was okay.
He bent again to the drawings when another thought (part of the rapid succession of them) came up. What is Iruka going to feel like when we--?
Suddenly, with the speed many high-class jounin did their damndest to achieve, he raced for the bathroom. He did not want to have to scrub cum stains off of his poor table and the floor for the third time this week.
~~~()()~~~
Three hours earlier...
“Aren’t you done with that yet?”
“Patience, patience. Konoha wasn’t built in a day, and this won’t be done in one either.”
“Yeah, yeah. That’s what you said over the last three copies.”
“Those were drafts, dammit--”
“Would you two stop arguing for five minutes?!”
Sasuke, bent over his paper with a very delicately-tufted brush in his hand, and Sakura, bent over the table across from him, looked up to see Naruto bristling slightly from his seat on the couch.
“I mean, it’s a damn diagram,” he went on, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “Kakashi-sensei’s a genius. We don’t need to show him precisely where Kunai A is supposed to go into Eye Socket B here--”
“It,” Sasuke interrupted evenly, “needs to be perfect.”
“And why the hell is that?”
“Boys,” Sakura interrupted, “do you both remember the first time you had sex?”
Both of them winced.
‘Yeah,” Sakura said, pointing a finger first at Naruto, then at Sasuke. “Exactly. You don’t want either Iruka-sensei or Kakashi-sensei subjected to that, did you?”
Naruto hung his head a little. “He didn’t bring lube,” he muttered at the floor.
“He didn’t try foreplay,” Sasuke mumbled to the diagram.
“So now you want this to be okay for the both of them, right?” Sakura thought that it probably would be okay whether or not the diagram was perfect. Kakashi-sensei could research the rest if he felt the need, but she was also touched at the subtle devotion Sasuke was showing in making sure there were no possible places for screwups in the...well, screwing.
“Yes,” Naruto muttered. “Sorry, Sasuke. I am now resigned to the fact that however long you take will not be too long when it comes to our teachers.”
Sasuke did not deign to dignify that with a response. Sakura smiled softly in spite of herself. At least now I’m not going to have to beat their heads. Still, I do wish Sasuke would hurry the hell up...
~~~()()~~~
As stated in the disclaimer section above, these scenes are things I've thought of either before or after I wrote the story some of you may have read, entitled (again, as said above), "I Don't Think You Understand." Please note that a lot of these things were not put into the story because I didn't initially think of them, nor will they be added now. Think of this as embellishing the actual story, since it received such positive enthusiasm. Besides, they make me laugh :-).
Most of the shorties here will show things from alternating points-of-view, go into more depth about certain scenes, and stuff like that. Tell me what you think, please!
by: WaterShadow
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto, or Sasuke, or Kakashi, or Sakura (I’m straight anyway, so I wouldn’t want to own her unless I needed a building leveled), or Iruka, or anything remotely anime-related, unless you could the manga currently taking up space in my storage cage or my dresser drawer. Kishimoto-san, your creations are safe from me.
NOTE: these are scenes from “I Don’t Think You Understand” that I did not put into the main story (mainly because I’ve just thought of them). It is extremely helpful to read that story first so that you get the context, but I don’t really think it necessary. There; I just did my first not-so-shameless plug.
Let the mayhem begin anew.
***||***
In a sparse but tidy apartment’s living room, there sat a simple-looking table. The table was old enough to not remember its former life as a tall, glorious tree, but it retained many of the same qualities of lustrous beauty even in death. Surrounded by pieces of itself in the form of chairs, it was the center of the room. Upon its smooth surface sat a strange centerpiece of scrolls, each one tied shut with a blue, two-toned ribbon. Elegant kanji danced up the sides of these scrolls, but the table was, of course, unable to read them.
In its life after death, the table knew gentle, infrequent use. Often, hard things that clinked were placed upon it, and a chair was pulled out to seat a bipedal, impractically soft form of what the tree-cum-table knew was a human. Few scuffs told the story of its life, and what stains there had been were carefully wiped up soon after discovery.
So, when the table received a few new scratches and a surprisingly hard fist slamming into its surface, if it could have recoiled in shock, it would have.
***||***
“What...the hell....is THIS?!”
The scroll, having previously fallen from nerveless fingers, rolled a little across the surface of what had previously been a near-unmarred table as Kakashi stared in shock at the diagram that had been inside it.
What the fuck am I supposed to think about this? It was far from being Icha Icha material, but the uncompromising bluntness of the drawings of two men have penetrative sex were somehow far more blush-worthy than even the newly-discovered-to-be-racy pornographic novels Kakashi toted around.
More than ever, Kakashi found himself sincerely regretting not having taken classes that had nothing to do with killing and everything to do with creating. None of his missions had even given him an inkling of what he felt he needed to comprehend this drawing.
I...have to do this...with Iruka?
The images on the paper were disturbing, to say the least. Neatly squared off into four sections depicting various acts of sex between two people of the same gender, it held most of the things he’d innocently (I don’t feel innocent now, that’s for sure) imagined doing to Iruka, or having Iruka do to him. The upper right corner held a small, step-by-step process of preparing the receiver (oh, wait, I read this in an Icha Icha bok...I think that refers to the uke) for what was to come.
I’m not sure if penises are supposed to proportionally be that big, though...,
One image in that portion of the diagram caught his eye. The final one in the series of instructions, it finished with the dominant one (his mind proclaimed him to be the seme) pushing his erect dick into the uke. Subconsciously, Kakashi pulled his mask down so he could lick his lips. Is it warm in here?
With the exception of that one time of forced sex with the woman he had been sent to intercept, he had had no prior experience with penetrating someone else. He remembered the feel of the woman’s insides quite well, but he knew, from simple biological fact, that a man’s anus didn’t stretch as well as a woman’s vagina. That woman’s vagina was pretty stretched out anyway; couldn’t really feel much, but it was okay.
He bent again to the drawings when another thought (part of the rapid succession of them) came up. What is Iruka going to feel like when we--?
Suddenly, with the speed many high-class jounin did their damndest to achieve, he raced for the bathroom. He did not want to have to scrub cum stains off of his poor table and the floor for the third time this week.
~~~()()~~~
Three hours earlier...
“Aren’t you done with that yet?”
“Patience, patience. Konoha wasn’t built in a day, and this won’t be done in one either.”
“Yeah, yeah. That’s what you said over the last three copies.”
“Those were drafts, dammit--”
“Would you two stop arguing for five minutes?!”
Sasuke, bent over his paper with a very delicately-tufted brush in his hand, and Sakura, bent over the table across from him, looked up to see Naruto bristling slightly from his seat on the couch.
“I mean, it’s a damn diagram,” he went on, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “Kakashi-sensei’s a genius. We don’t need to show him precisely where Kunai A is supposed to go into Eye Socket B here--”
“It,” Sasuke interrupted evenly, “needs to be perfect.”
“And why the hell is that?”
“Boys,” Sakura interrupted, “do you both remember the first time you had sex?”
Both of them winced.
‘Yeah,” Sakura said, pointing a finger first at Naruto, then at Sasuke. “Exactly. You don’t want either Iruka-sensei or Kakashi-sensei subjected to that, did you?”
Naruto hung his head a little. “He didn’t bring lube,” he muttered at the floor.
“He didn’t try foreplay,” Sasuke mumbled to the diagram.
“So now you want this to be okay for the both of them, right?” Sakura thought that it probably would be okay whether or not the diagram was perfect. Kakashi-sensei could research the rest if he felt the need, but she was also touched at the subtle devotion Sasuke was showing in making sure there were no possible places for screwups in the...well, screwing.
“Yes,” Naruto muttered. “Sorry, Sasuke. I am now resigned to the fact that however long you take will not be too long when it comes to our teachers.”
Sasuke did not deign to dignify that with a response. Sakura smiled softly in spite of herself. At least now I’m not going to have to beat their heads. Still, I do wish Sasuke would hurry the hell up...
~~~()()~~~
As stated in the disclaimer section above, these scenes are things I've thought of either before or after I wrote the story some of you may have read, entitled (again, as said above), "I Don't Think You Understand." Please note that a lot of these things were not put into the story because I didn't initially think of them, nor will they be added now. Think of this as embellishing the actual story, since it received such positive enthusiasm. Besides, they make me laugh :-).
Most of the shorties here will show things from alternating points-of-view, go into more depth about certain scenes, and stuff like that. Tell me what you think, please!