Imitating Myself
Imitating Myself
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Imitating Myself
By: Late-Sleeper
Beta-reader:
would be rated NC-17
Chapter 1: Planningstyle='mso-spacerun:yes'>
“What did she tell
as he shook his head and sighed at his friend
stupidity. He couldn’t
embarrassment in such a long time. Really, this stupid love affair…or should he
say one-sided love affair, should end, for Naruto’s sake…and for his sanity’s
sake.
Naruto groaned out loud and slammed his head on
the table earning him some unwanted attention, glares, surprised glances,
raised eyebrows from nearby patrons of the restaurant and an infuriated sigh
from a pineapple head genius. “She said that she doesn’t like me.”
“So? She always tells you that.” Kiba rolled his
eyes at that statement earning him a glare from the not so bubbly blond beside
him.
“…and that she would never, ever like me….”
“Again. So?” Another rolling of the eyes ensued.
Shikamaru gave a loud sigh…or was it a growl.
Seriously they had this conversation everyday…it’s like a ritual for them to
end the day by discussing
up in a total rejection. “You really need to give us something new Naruto. She
always says those things…but you never, ever give up. So what are you fuming
about this time?”
“Gee! Such great
a lowly employee like me.” An open mouth and a raised brow was all he got for a
reply. “…and with her beauty she was destined to be
like ‘Uchiha Sasuke’…”
Kiba slammed his hand on the table gaining yet
again curious glances, hateful glares, and shocked looks from nearby customer.
“She really did it this time. What was that about lowly employee??” Kiba slung
his right hand on the shoulder of a startled Naruto and gave a cheeky grin on
his way. “She really needs to come down to earth. A good prank would be just
the thing to give Little Miss Princess a taste of reality.”
“And what do you propose we do?”
“Make her fall in love with a lowlife like you!”
A grin. Raised brow. Confused look.
A grin. A raised brow. Very confused look.
A strained grin. An annoyed look. A face of
realization.
“Hey! What do you mean lowlife?! She didn’t say
that. She said lowly employee.”
“Stupid! That what she was implying.” Kiba
sneered.
“Did not.”
“Did to.”
“Not. Asshole!”
“Was to. Ramen-brain.”
“Fuck You Dog breath!” And that started World War
III. Fists were flying everywhere. Kicks were being dodged with accurate
precision. An upper cut was launched hitting someone on the gut knocking some
air out of the
poor blond. A kick on the groin was the blonde’s answer sending the dog boy
down on his knees…che! There goes the lineage of the Inuzaka. Growls and snarls
could be heard allover the restaurant.
A vein was beginning to throb on Shikamaru’s head.
A migraine was beginning to erupt. “ENOUGH!”
The two idiots were frozen on the spot as
Shikamaru slammed both his hands on the table sending once again attention of
the whole crowd to their table. The two were
move even an inch that may further aggravate the genius wrath. A mad Shikamaru
is really scary.
“So Kiba, what do you planning for this so called
reven…I mean prank?”
In a flash the two separated
again at their
table. “Yeah Dog-breath, tell us your oh-mighty plan to take over the
universe.” Naruto sneered earning him a growl from the dog boy.
“Enough Naruto.”
“Che. I’m helping you here ramen-baka. Well if you
really want to know…” Kiba gave leer at Shikamaru’s way. “We’ll make Sakura
fall in love with a lowlife…”
Growl.
“But how?”
“By impersonating the Uchiha.”
Raised brow. Indecisive look.
“You mean to say that a man would pose as the
Uchiha and make
Sakura fall for
him and when she does we let out the truth…”
Kiba nod vigorously and grinned at his brilliant
idea. “…in front of everybody.” Silent devilish snickers could be heard.
Naruto look at his two friends
plot for world domination… err I mean an
up at what the dog boy was saying…really a mad Shikamaru is scary…but an evil
plotting Shikamaru is way terrifying than having your body chopped into pieces.
“That’s not going to work.”
Kiba glared at Naruto for interrupting their
intellectual conversation. Really, can’t Naruto be grateful enough that he was doing
such length to avenge him? It’s not that he wanted to spite the pink bitch
because she shooed him like a dog yesterday…really there’s no malice here.
sake.
“Sakura would definitely know it’s a fake Sasuke.”
Shikamaru rested his head on his palm. Sigh,
another peaceful day wasted by troublesome conversation. “…but she never met
the Uchiha again after he moved away, right? I’ve heard that the Uchiha had
evaded all media coverage’s and photo shoots, so practically nobody, well except
for the high society, know his face.”
“That’s right, tell it to him Shika.” Kiba put out
his tongue at the blond earning him a jab at his right.
“So even if she had
someone that would match up to his traits. So what the hell
elementary? I’ve heard when we move here he was the prince of your school.”
Kiba snorted at that. “Lucky for him I move in a
few years after he left or else he would
Naruto and Shikamaru both rolled their eyes at
that.
“Well Sasuke-teme is a bastard. He
most pitiful human being that’s why girls go gaga over him. He always wears
dark clothes to match up his black stupid hair and fucking eyes.”
“Oh, you mean to say that he is handsome. A silent
type of guy who girls swoon over. A raven head with
“…yeah something like that.” Naruto snarled
annoyingly. “You know I got this funny feeling you planned this
Guilty face. Trying-to-not-look-guilty face.
Annoyed glare.
“Fine. So where do we fine such guy?” Naruto
sighed in defeat.
Shikamaru pointed a finger at a raven guy wearing
a ‘Konoha Auto-repair shop’. “Well that guy in that automobile repair shop
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