The Sound Flowing Through These Cables
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I've got a golden ticket
Hello SasuNaru fans,
I'll make this short. This whole story is inspired by the music I listen to. I don't want to call it a songfic, but music plays an important part. I'll be updating at least once a week, I have enough ideas and enough written already to handle that schedule. A bit of a slow start but hopefully you'll like it anyway.
Bebop out.
Edit! Thanks to the amazing Chelsi who is now doing beta work on this story I am reposting this chapter with some edits. Nothing too big. The edits for the next chapter are a little more drastic.
Bebop out.
The Sound Flowing Through These Cables
Sakura Haruno jumped around a little apartment in Boston. “It’s happening. It’s actually happening!” she cried out, she ivory face blushing as pink as her hair. Her friend Ino Yamanaka jumped off a messy bed, poke-a-dot bra straps peaking under her aubergine summer dress. Grabbing Sakura’s hands, Ino looked down at her friend, a piece of blond hair slipping from behind her ear. “I told you I would come through with the tickets!” As Ino stood with her arms crossed and chin held high, she added an “Oh ye of little faith,” earning an annoyed glance from Sakura, who broke away from her friend and continued her victory dance through the bedroom, her plaid miniskirt twitching.
Naruto Uzumaki rolled his eyes from the comfort of his orange recliner as he listened to his friends scamper around his home, his finger idly plucking a note on his acoustic guitar. “I don’t know what the big deal is about the stupid show,” he mumbled as he paused to brush pale bangs from his eyes. Shortly he found himself pressing the top of his head trying to push out the pain of a sudden assault. “Sakura!! What the fuck?!”
Sakura settled down on the floor in between Naruto’s legs shaking her hand out lightly in an attempt to dull the sting from the wack to her friend’s head. “Naruto, it sickens me how lame you are. I only hope that after seeing Akatsuki in person you fill finally understand why they are the greatest band ever.”
“Oh my god, Itachi’s so hot!” Ino squealed, sitting back down on the bed.
“I will have Sai’s babies,” Sakura stated, holding her knees to her chest and glaring with determination at nothing in particular. After a moment of firm daydreaming while listening to Naruto continued strumming and plucking, Sakura turned and looked up at the blond boy. “Which one do you think is hotter? Or are you a Gaara fan?”
“What do they look like again?” Naruto asked, putting on an innocent air as he scratched his face.
“Oh, come on Naruto.” Ino scolded, flipping her hair away from her blue eyes. “Don’t be such a loser; just answer the question. I know that you know what they look like. We’ve been ranting about them for, what? Over a year?”
“Don’t remind me,” he sighed, dropping the innocent act. “They’re all emotionless vampires. I don’t know what all the fuss is about. From what I’ve heard their music sucks.”
“Blasphemy!” Sakura yelped, jumping away from Naruto and over to Ino on the bed.
“I bet you’ve never really listened to anything they’ve done, have you?” Ino asked. Naruto avoided eye contact, not wanting his eyes to give away that she was right. “You’re like those people who constantly dis Harry Potter without even reading it. You’re just trying to be cool by not following the crowd when the truth is that after you see them tonight you will be a ravenous fangirl—er guy, just like everyone else.”
Naruto had had enough of this. So what if he hadn’t really listened to Akatsuki before? He didn’t need to hear their shitty-ass house beats to know that they sucked. Just look at them! They were a bunch of feminine, “emo” sex-addicts who would shrivel up and die if they ever ventured into sunlight. But it was pointless to argue with those two, they would just end up running in circles. To save himself the trouble Naruto just sighed in defeat.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Naruto set his guitar down and passed the two girls on the bed as he walked to into his closet. “So are you guys going to pick out something for me to wear or what?” The two girls looked at each other and grinned.
*****
Much to Naruto’s chagrin he just couldn’t stop his fingers from tapping to the dance beat pumped out of his car speakers as a confident husky female voice hissed at him. “So delicious. It’s hot, hot. So delicious. I put them boys on rock, rock. So delicious. They wanna slice of what I got. Fergalicious.” A frown creased his brow even as his head bobbed slightly to the sound. Naruto had refused to listen to Akatsuki on the way to the show in an attempt to cut down the amount of their music he would be force fed that night. Of course, this declaration was met with strong resistance and voices were raised until a settlement was reach stating that no Akatsuki would be played in Naruto’s car, but in turn he had to listen to whatever other music the girls wanted to play. They know I fucking hate this song. Whenever it comes up in a club I drag them out of there. I shouldn’t even be here! Naruto’s frown only deepened as he continued to listen to the definition of “Fergalicious”.
He tried to keep his eyes on the road and off of the bubbly female forms attempting to sing and move in what he imagined was supposed to be a sexy fashion. He couldn’t help but mope at the fact that he had been dragged into yet another situation he didn’t care for. I need to find new friends he thought, but quickly scolded himself. He had been best friends with Sakura and Ino since he could remember. They have always done everything together and Naruto knows he too has been guilty of pulling the friendship card to coax them into doing something with him that they would rather not. This show means a lot to them and they really want me to share tonight with them. I should be happy I have people who care enough to even make an effort to share their experiences with me.
“Okay, I think we’ve tortured poor Naruto enough,” Sakura said from the passenger seat, “we’ll put on something you like.” and shortly The Decemberists could be heard from the speakers.
“I honestly don’t think you’ve every looked hotter, Naruto!” Ino piped up from the back seat, leaning forward and making sure her voice was heard over the accordion’s tune. Naruto couldn’t help but snort at his friend. “You’re just trying to butter me up for something, aren’t you?”
“Why would she do that?” Sakura asked while pressing a manicured nail to her bottom lip, “you’ve already agreed to come to the show with us, be our chauffeur/designated driver, and let us crash at your place tonight. We already have everything we want from you.” Naruto took back what he thought earlier about the girls wanting to share an amazing night with him. They were just using him. Naruto pouted.
“It was more like I was complimenting our work as your stylists,” said Ino. “I thought gay guys were supposed to have a special ‘fashionista’ gene or something. Then you had to come out and shatter my stereotype completely.”
“Oh, shut up. You would cry if you couldn’t dress me anymore. Plus, you love checking out my studly, scantily clad figure.” Naruto teased. Sakura couldn’t help but giggle. Ino did treat Naruto like her own life-sized Ken doll. And let’s face it, he is hot in that surfer kind of way. Naruto always acts like it’s such a pain but she knows he loves that they make sure he always looks drop dead gorgeous.
“She wouldn’t cry. You would,” Sakura stated, poking a brawny shoulder, “if we didn’t step in you could very well still be wearing that nasty orange track suit from middle school.”
“Ewwww!” Ino cried from the back.
“And we all know you would still be a virgin if we didn’t help you shape up. You were a mess,” Sakura finished.
Naruto couldn’t help but admit she was probably right. His first time started out with a comment about his AX shirt. What was that guys name again? Deidari? Deiara? Something like that. He took a quick glance down at the outfit the two had dressed him in for tonight. His dusky black denim jeans hit him really nicely on the ass and the thin navy Henley with the sleeves pushed up hugged his frame. A black leather cuff graced his right wrist and a plain silver ring sent to him from a middle school pen pal was ever constant on his right index finger. It was cool looking in its simplistic way and it was a good conversation piece if only to talk about what kind of kid would send something like that. He thought it was a really weird thing for a pen pal to send but then again what did a 12-year-old care? He only wrote his pen pal a couple of times before he got bored with it and some little kid in Japan never heard from his ass again
“Naruto! You passed the exit! You idiot!” The sudden screech from Sakura caused Naruto to jump and his knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. He couldn’t help but grind his teeth.
“UGH! Sorry! Sorry! But you don’t need to bust my eardrum! I shouldn’t even be going to this fucking thing!” Naruto snapped back in retort.
I'll make this short. This whole story is inspired by the music I listen to. I don't want to call it a songfic, but music plays an important part. I'll be updating at least once a week, I have enough ideas and enough written already to handle that schedule. A bit of a slow start but hopefully you'll like it anyway.
Bebop out.
Edit! Thanks to the amazing Chelsi who is now doing beta work on this story I am reposting this chapter with some edits. Nothing too big. The edits for the next chapter are a little more drastic.
Bebop out.
The Sound Flowing Through These Cables
Sakura Haruno jumped around a little apartment in Boston. “It’s happening. It’s actually happening!” she cried out, she ivory face blushing as pink as her hair. Her friend Ino Yamanaka jumped off a messy bed, poke-a-dot bra straps peaking under her aubergine summer dress. Grabbing Sakura’s hands, Ino looked down at her friend, a piece of blond hair slipping from behind her ear. “I told you I would come through with the tickets!” As Ino stood with her arms crossed and chin held high, she added an “Oh ye of little faith,” earning an annoyed glance from Sakura, who broke away from her friend and continued her victory dance through the bedroom, her plaid miniskirt twitching.
Naruto Uzumaki rolled his eyes from the comfort of his orange recliner as he listened to his friends scamper around his home, his finger idly plucking a note on his acoustic guitar. “I don’t know what the big deal is about the stupid show,” he mumbled as he paused to brush pale bangs from his eyes. Shortly he found himself pressing the top of his head trying to push out the pain of a sudden assault. “Sakura!! What the fuck?!”
Sakura settled down on the floor in between Naruto’s legs shaking her hand out lightly in an attempt to dull the sting from the wack to her friend’s head. “Naruto, it sickens me how lame you are. I only hope that after seeing Akatsuki in person you fill finally understand why they are the greatest band ever.”
“Oh my god, Itachi’s so hot!” Ino squealed, sitting back down on the bed.
“I will have Sai’s babies,” Sakura stated, holding her knees to her chest and glaring with determination at nothing in particular. After a moment of firm daydreaming while listening to Naruto continued strumming and plucking, Sakura turned and looked up at the blond boy. “Which one do you think is hotter? Or are you a Gaara fan?”
“What do they look like again?” Naruto asked, putting on an innocent air as he scratched his face.
“Oh, come on Naruto.” Ino scolded, flipping her hair away from her blue eyes. “Don’t be such a loser; just answer the question. I know that you know what they look like. We’ve been ranting about them for, what? Over a year?”
“Don’t remind me,” he sighed, dropping the innocent act. “They’re all emotionless vampires. I don’t know what all the fuss is about. From what I’ve heard their music sucks.”
“Blasphemy!” Sakura yelped, jumping away from Naruto and over to Ino on the bed.
“I bet you’ve never really listened to anything they’ve done, have you?” Ino asked. Naruto avoided eye contact, not wanting his eyes to give away that she was right. “You’re like those people who constantly dis Harry Potter without even reading it. You’re just trying to be cool by not following the crowd when the truth is that after you see them tonight you will be a ravenous fangirl—er guy, just like everyone else.”
Naruto had had enough of this. So what if he hadn’t really listened to Akatsuki before? He didn’t need to hear their shitty-ass house beats to know that they sucked. Just look at them! They were a bunch of feminine, “emo” sex-addicts who would shrivel up and die if they ever ventured into sunlight. But it was pointless to argue with those two, they would just end up running in circles. To save himself the trouble Naruto just sighed in defeat.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Naruto set his guitar down and passed the two girls on the bed as he walked to into his closet. “So are you guys going to pick out something for me to wear or what?” The two girls looked at each other and grinned.
*****
Much to Naruto’s chagrin he just couldn’t stop his fingers from tapping to the dance beat pumped out of his car speakers as a confident husky female voice hissed at him. “So delicious. It’s hot, hot. So delicious. I put them boys on rock, rock. So delicious. They wanna slice of what I got. Fergalicious.” A frown creased his brow even as his head bobbed slightly to the sound. Naruto had refused to listen to Akatsuki on the way to the show in an attempt to cut down the amount of their music he would be force fed that night. Of course, this declaration was met with strong resistance and voices were raised until a settlement was reach stating that no Akatsuki would be played in Naruto’s car, but in turn he had to listen to whatever other music the girls wanted to play. They know I fucking hate this song. Whenever it comes up in a club I drag them out of there. I shouldn’t even be here! Naruto’s frown only deepened as he continued to listen to the definition of “Fergalicious”.
He tried to keep his eyes on the road and off of the bubbly female forms attempting to sing and move in what he imagined was supposed to be a sexy fashion. He couldn’t help but mope at the fact that he had been dragged into yet another situation he didn’t care for. I need to find new friends he thought, but quickly scolded himself. He had been best friends with Sakura and Ino since he could remember. They have always done everything together and Naruto knows he too has been guilty of pulling the friendship card to coax them into doing something with him that they would rather not. This show means a lot to them and they really want me to share tonight with them. I should be happy I have people who care enough to even make an effort to share their experiences with me.
“Okay, I think we’ve tortured poor Naruto enough,” Sakura said from the passenger seat, “we’ll put on something you like.” and shortly The Decemberists could be heard from the speakers.
“I honestly don’t think you’ve every looked hotter, Naruto!” Ino piped up from the back seat, leaning forward and making sure her voice was heard over the accordion’s tune. Naruto couldn’t help but snort at his friend. “You’re just trying to butter me up for something, aren’t you?”
“Why would she do that?” Sakura asked while pressing a manicured nail to her bottom lip, “you’ve already agreed to come to the show with us, be our chauffeur/designated driver, and let us crash at your place tonight. We already have everything we want from you.” Naruto took back what he thought earlier about the girls wanting to share an amazing night with him. They were just using him. Naruto pouted.
“It was more like I was complimenting our work as your stylists,” said Ino. “I thought gay guys were supposed to have a special ‘fashionista’ gene or something. Then you had to come out and shatter my stereotype completely.”
“Oh, shut up. You would cry if you couldn’t dress me anymore. Plus, you love checking out my studly, scantily clad figure.” Naruto teased. Sakura couldn’t help but giggle. Ino did treat Naruto like her own life-sized Ken doll. And let’s face it, he is hot in that surfer kind of way. Naruto always acts like it’s such a pain but she knows he loves that they make sure he always looks drop dead gorgeous.
“She wouldn’t cry. You would,” Sakura stated, poking a brawny shoulder, “if we didn’t step in you could very well still be wearing that nasty orange track suit from middle school.”
“Ewwww!” Ino cried from the back.
“And we all know you would still be a virgin if we didn’t help you shape up. You were a mess,” Sakura finished.
Naruto couldn’t help but admit she was probably right. His first time started out with a comment about his AX shirt. What was that guys name again? Deidari? Deiara? Something like that. He took a quick glance down at the outfit the two had dressed him in for tonight. His dusky black denim jeans hit him really nicely on the ass and the thin navy Henley with the sleeves pushed up hugged his frame. A black leather cuff graced his right wrist and a plain silver ring sent to him from a middle school pen pal was ever constant on his right index finger. It was cool looking in its simplistic way and it was a good conversation piece if only to talk about what kind of kid would send something like that. He thought it was a really weird thing for a pen pal to send but then again what did a 12-year-old care? He only wrote his pen pal a couple of times before he got bored with it and some little kid in Japan never heard from his ass again
“Naruto! You passed the exit! You idiot!” The sudden screech from Sakura caused Naruto to jump and his knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. He couldn’t help but grind his teeth.
“UGH! Sorry! Sorry! But you don’t need to bust my eardrum! I shouldn’t even be going to this fucking thing!” Naruto snapped back in retort.