The Art of Belly Dancing
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Adult +
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2
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1,302
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23
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The Art of Belly Dancing
Kiki-chan: Lately, I’ve become enamored by the thought of belly dancing. I’ve watched so many Sadie videos (if you haven’t seen her on youtube, watch her. She’s amazing).
So one early morning, I thought to myself as I lay in bed, what if one of my favorite characters was forced to learn this cultured dance. And so, this story was born.
Note: there will be a little OCC-ness, but hey, it’s AU, so it’s to be expected.
Enjoy!
“The Art of Belly Dancing”
Springtime had arrived in the large college town of Konoha. Birds were chirping gleefully in trees. The azure sky was littered with lazy, pure white clouds. The sun shone brightly on the happy inhabitants of the town. A breeze brushed by listlessly, rousing bright green leaves and swaying a plethora of blooming flowers.
Oh yes, springtime had arrived in Konoha and somewhere in the picturesque town, one Uchiha Sasuke was considering how many years he would get in prison for committing matricide.
“Nani?” The twenty year old drew back in horror, one arm coming up to cover wide eyes and a gaping mouth. His already pale complexion went completely white, drained of all blood.
Uchiha Mikoto closed her eyes and smiled, one hand coming up in a peace sign and the other, holding the Pamphlet of Doom.
“Mou, Sasu-chan! It sounds like fun, ne?”
Sasuke backed up a couple of more steps, bumping into the low table he’d been sitting at moments before, brimming with childlike innocence and ignorance. Oh, he could recall it clearly now. He’d come down to breakfast where his loving mother had prepared his favorite: golden, crisp made-from-scratch waffles topped with strawberry jelly and served with one small scoop of vanilla. He’d greeted her happily and sat down, cheeks flushed in innocence and happiness at the thought of the treat. Then, to the sound of nonexistent cheerful music, his mother had fluttered about him, serving him his drink, asking if he’d like more and all in all, seeing to his needs. Sasuke, bursting with happiness, had been blinded to the signs.
Unbeknownst to him, his mother had been plotting against him. She’d been scheming to take him down. His own mother! The woman who’d given him life. The only woman in his life he was supposed to be able to trust had betrayed him in the cruelest, most disgusting way possible. She’d sat across him and with a smile—a smile, for Kami’s sake!—pulled out what would forever be known as the Brochure of Death (or the Pamphlet of Doom, the Handout from Hell, etc.) and asked as cheerful as could be, “Would you like to take belly dancing classes with your kaa-san?”
Belly dancing.
Belly dancing.
Sasuke could practically hear the cheerful music in the background screech to a halt and they both stilled, smiling across the table, eyes closed, at each other. The pale boy had calmly set the waffle down on his plate and asked her to repeat herself.
“Would you like to take belly dancing classes with me?”
Oh. His hearing was perfectly fine. In that case…
“Nani?! Belly dancing?!”
Mikoto let a manic little giggle out. He son had practically crawled backwards on his hands at top speed. She jumped up quickly and flounced to bend over in front of him, shoving the Pamphlet from doom in his face. “Why not? It’ll be fun.”
Did she just say-? “Fun? Fun?!” At that point, Sasuke’s words had become nothing more than strangled cries and he’d rushed to his feet and ran past his mother.
And now they stood at opposite ends of the kitchen, staring each other down.
Sasuke flinched as he watched Mikoto wave the brochure around. “It’s supposed to be really good for your health and your sex life.”
Her son’s eyes bugged out and he tried to back away further, only to end up tripping over the low table. In his quest for space, he ended up sending the dishes flying and upending the table. All that could be seen and heard were his flailing limbs and the squawk of horror over the din of crashing dishes. Once more, he crawled back until he hit the counter. A whimper died in his throat at the thought of his mother and father-
Oh God, no. It was too much. Tears were building up at the back of dark eyes from his overactive imagination.
“Why would you say something like that, kaa-san?” The question was practically a wail as both pale, slender hands clutched desperately at dark locks of hair.
Closing his eyes in despair, he missed the (evil) glint in his mother’s squinted eyes. “Demo, Sasuke-kun, my sex life is amazing.” Another loud whimper and a loud ‘thump’ indicated Sasuke trying to beat his mother words out of his head. “I’m worried about yours, musuko.”
The thumping stopped and Sasuke stared at his mother, bug eyed once again. “Nani?”
Mikoto frowned slightly and put the hand holding the pamphlet (of doom) on her hip and pointed at Sasuke with her other hand. “I thought that maybe because you were so young and only in high school that it was okay that you never brought girls home. After all, you were young and didn’t need to be in all that. Demo, you’re in college now and should be hitting your sexual maturity.” With every word Mikoto spoke, blood rushed back into Sasuke’s face and his dark orbs grew impossibly wide as he shook his head slowly in disbelief. “And you still don’t bring any girls home. And then I found the calendar with the buff firemen and figured my Sasuke-chan was gay, but you never bring any boys home either. So now, kaa-san is going to help you get a boyfriend.”
Sasuke became lightheaded. Not only did his mother think he was gay—and so what if she was right?—but she assumed he was bottom (because let’s face it, a gay guy belly dancing is such an uke indicator). And not only did she (correctly) assume he was uke, but she took it upon herself to help him.
“Kaa… Kaa-san… anata..” The younger Uchiha’s voice was a high pitched squeak.
“So it’s set. We’ll take the classes together. Oh,” his akuma of a mother squealed, “I can’t wait!”
If there was one thing to be thankful for, it was the fact that Sasuke’s brain suffered an overload, and he passed out facedown in his favorite strawberry jam and vanilla ice cream.
Kiki-chan: Oh my gosh, I had so much fun with this little story. I was going to make it a one shot but I’ve decided that I love Mikoto too much and I definitely want to see her again. So now, it’s a multi-chapter story.
Sometimes, I wonder about my own sanity (seeing as I was cracking up manically as I wrote this)…
Anyways, review and let me know what you think about this story. Because where there are reviews, there is hot man action. =D
Ja ne!
Glossary
Musuko: my son
Anata: you (formal)
Nani: what
Akuma: demon
If there are any other words you would like translated, please review and let me know.
So one early morning, I thought to myself as I lay in bed, what if one of my favorite characters was forced to learn this cultured dance. And so, this story was born.
Note: there will be a little OCC-ness, but hey, it’s AU, so it’s to be expected.
Enjoy!
“The Art of Belly Dancing”
Springtime had arrived in the large college town of Konoha. Birds were chirping gleefully in trees. The azure sky was littered with lazy, pure white clouds. The sun shone brightly on the happy inhabitants of the town. A breeze brushed by listlessly, rousing bright green leaves and swaying a plethora of blooming flowers.
Oh yes, springtime had arrived in Konoha and somewhere in the picturesque town, one Uchiha Sasuke was considering how many years he would get in prison for committing matricide.
“Nani?” The twenty year old drew back in horror, one arm coming up to cover wide eyes and a gaping mouth. His already pale complexion went completely white, drained of all blood.
Uchiha Mikoto closed her eyes and smiled, one hand coming up in a peace sign and the other, holding the Pamphlet of Doom.
“Mou, Sasu-chan! It sounds like fun, ne?”
Sasuke backed up a couple of more steps, bumping into the low table he’d been sitting at moments before, brimming with childlike innocence and ignorance. Oh, he could recall it clearly now. He’d come down to breakfast where his loving mother had prepared his favorite: golden, crisp made-from-scratch waffles topped with strawberry jelly and served with one small scoop of vanilla. He’d greeted her happily and sat down, cheeks flushed in innocence and happiness at the thought of the treat. Then, to the sound of nonexistent cheerful music, his mother had fluttered about him, serving him his drink, asking if he’d like more and all in all, seeing to his needs. Sasuke, bursting with happiness, had been blinded to the signs.
Unbeknownst to him, his mother had been plotting against him. She’d been scheming to take him down. His own mother! The woman who’d given him life. The only woman in his life he was supposed to be able to trust had betrayed him in the cruelest, most disgusting way possible. She’d sat across him and with a smile—a smile, for Kami’s sake!—pulled out what would forever be known as the Brochure of Death (or the Pamphlet of Doom, the Handout from Hell, etc.) and asked as cheerful as could be, “Would you like to take belly dancing classes with your kaa-san?”
Belly dancing.
Belly dancing.
Sasuke could practically hear the cheerful music in the background screech to a halt and they both stilled, smiling across the table, eyes closed, at each other. The pale boy had calmly set the waffle down on his plate and asked her to repeat herself.
“Would you like to take belly dancing classes with me?”
Oh. His hearing was perfectly fine. In that case…
“Nani?! Belly dancing?!”
Mikoto let a manic little giggle out. He son had practically crawled backwards on his hands at top speed. She jumped up quickly and flounced to bend over in front of him, shoving the Pamphlet from doom in his face. “Why not? It’ll be fun.”
Did she just say-? “Fun? Fun?!” At that point, Sasuke’s words had become nothing more than strangled cries and he’d rushed to his feet and ran past his mother.
And now they stood at opposite ends of the kitchen, staring each other down.
Sasuke flinched as he watched Mikoto wave the brochure around. “It’s supposed to be really good for your health and your sex life.”
Her son’s eyes bugged out and he tried to back away further, only to end up tripping over the low table. In his quest for space, he ended up sending the dishes flying and upending the table. All that could be seen and heard were his flailing limbs and the squawk of horror over the din of crashing dishes. Once more, he crawled back until he hit the counter. A whimper died in his throat at the thought of his mother and father-
Oh God, no. It was too much. Tears were building up at the back of dark eyes from his overactive imagination.
“Why would you say something like that, kaa-san?” The question was practically a wail as both pale, slender hands clutched desperately at dark locks of hair.
Closing his eyes in despair, he missed the (evil) glint in his mother’s squinted eyes. “Demo, Sasuke-kun, my sex life is amazing.” Another loud whimper and a loud ‘thump’ indicated Sasuke trying to beat his mother words out of his head. “I’m worried about yours, musuko.”
The thumping stopped and Sasuke stared at his mother, bug eyed once again. “Nani?”
Mikoto frowned slightly and put the hand holding the pamphlet (of doom) on her hip and pointed at Sasuke with her other hand. “I thought that maybe because you were so young and only in high school that it was okay that you never brought girls home. After all, you were young and didn’t need to be in all that. Demo, you’re in college now and should be hitting your sexual maturity.” With every word Mikoto spoke, blood rushed back into Sasuke’s face and his dark orbs grew impossibly wide as he shook his head slowly in disbelief. “And you still don’t bring any girls home. And then I found the calendar with the buff firemen and figured my Sasuke-chan was gay, but you never bring any boys home either. So now, kaa-san is going to help you get a boyfriend.”
Sasuke became lightheaded. Not only did his mother think he was gay—and so what if she was right?—but she assumed he was bottom (because let’s face it, a gay guy belly dancing is such an uke indicator). And not only did she (correctly) assume he was uke, but she took it upon herself to help him.
“Kaa… Kaa-san… anata..” The younger Uchiha’s voice was a high pitched squeak.
“So it’s set. We’ll take the classes together. Oh,” his akuma of a mother squealed, “I can’t wait!”
If there was one thing to be thankful for, it was the fact that Sasuke’s brain suffered an overload, and he passed out facedown in his favorite strawberry jam and vanilla ice cream.
Kiki-chan: Oh my gosh, I had so much fun with this little story. I was going to make it a one shot but I’ve decided that I love Mikoto too much and I definitely want to see her again. So now, it’s a multi-chapter story.
Sometimes, I wonder about my own sanity (seeing as I was cracking up manically as I wrote this)…
Anyways, review and let me know what you think about this story. Because where there are reviews, there is hot man action. =D
Ja ne!
Glossary
Musuko: my son
Anata: you (formal)
Nani: what
Akuma: demon
If there are any other words you would like translated, please review and let me know.