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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Category:
Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
943
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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older brother; he also knew that the family business took them away from the
compound for long hours and she was left with just him at home. Soon, he
learned that to be the main reason as to why his mother was half-heartedly
trying to get him to stay; though he knew he loved his mother very much, that
he was a Mama’s boy, he needed a place to go in order to work with his paints.
He had argued for weeks with her that the beach house he had purchased was in a
quiet neighbourhood and would allow him to work without bother.
After a week of moving in, he concluded that he had been right.
But he was also wrong.
Sasuke missed his mother’s interruptions. When she came into his room to give
him homemade snacks, lean against the door and engage in some local gossip with
him as he worked, and her comments that always encouraged his muse.
After a while, Sasuke found himself living in a modest-sized house that was way
too quiet for his taste with blank canvases leaning against the walls, easels
set up in front of his windows, paint tubes and paint brushes of various
colours and sizes scattered across the floor, and not a clue on what to paint.
However, Sasuke rediscovered his inspiration and muse when a blond idiot with whiskers on his face and more cheerful than children moved into the house beside his. The next time he went to visit his mother, Sasuke told her of how much he absolutely loved the beach.
...And the blond idiot of a neighbour (who Sasuke was going to ask out once he
got back).
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This is rather short, but I like it regardless. Um, enjoy, I suppose.
Rated: I’d say G.
Pairings: SasuNaru hinting near the end.
Warnings: Um, I don’t think there’s anything to be worried about. Well,
except that Sasuke admits to being a Mama’s boy, but we already knew that.
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By: Istas
older brother; he also knew that the family business took them away from the
compound for long hours and she was left with just him at home. Soon, he
learned that to be the main reason as to why his mother was half-heartedly
trying to get him to stay; though he knew he loved his mother very much, that
he was a Mama’s boy, he needed a place to go in order to work with his paints.
He had argued for weeks with her that the beach house he had purchased was in a
quiet neighbourhood and would allow him to work without bother.
After a week of moving in, he concluded that he had been right.
But he was also wrong.
Sasuke missed his mother’s interruptions. When she came into his room to give
him homemade snacks, lean against the door and engage in some local gossip with
him as he worked, and her comments that always encouraged his muse.
After a while, Sasuke found himself living in a modest-sized house that was way
too quiet for his taste with blank canvases leaning against the walls, easels
set up in front of his windows, paint tubes and paint brushes of various
colours and sizes scattered across the floor, and not a clue on what to paint.
However, Sasuke rediscovered his inspiration and muse when a blond idiot with whiskers on his face and more cheerful than children moved into the house beside his. The next time he went to visit his mother, Sasuke told her of how much he absolutely loved the beach.
...And the blond idiot of a neighbour (who Sasuke was going to ask out once he
got back).
End.