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teamwork, 1st part of ch2-- naruto, narusasusaku
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kayryn666 ^__^
There are things i still want to edit, so this isn't the final version, just so you know. If you have comments, things that don't quite fit, or bits of characterization that you find weird, please tell me so I can make it better ;p
Previous chapter:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/askerian/90779.html
Sasuke really hoped that his little speech was enough to calm Sakura down, because he didn't know what else to do and if she started to cry he would ... he would... he didn't know what he would do, which was why he hoped so hard she wouldn't. There was no way he would babble on about feelings and team bonds a second longer. It was -- unmanly. And eventually the conversation would drift to his own feelings... He did love Sakura, but he was aware that it was not the way she wanted to be loved and he wasn't quite enough of a bastard to tell her that bluntly.
Not anymore.
He gave her a quick glance before looking away, embarrassed. That heart-to-heart talk was so... girly.
Naruto was discretely glancing at her, then at him, like a puppy who's not sure he did something wrong but is looking sorry all the same, just in case. He was covered in scratches and bite marks, though Sasuke could have sworn that this particular set of scratches on his hip had been bleeding last night; he remembered well, he had licked it clean--uhm.
He was ogling Naruto.
He was fucking ogling Uzumaki Dead-Last Naruto.
And crap, but there was a lot to ogle. A lot more than when they had been kids, that was for sure. That broad chest, these wide shoulders... that six-pack... That... Tattoo? When had Naruto gotten a tattoo around his bellybutton?
It was faded, as if old, and hard to see clearly-- the symbols around the main spiral were impossible to read-- but Sasuke didn't remember seeing it before.
And he was still ogling and he should stop before his eyes drifted anymore south, but he couldn't.
Naruto was a natural blond.
He was in the process of pretending it hadn't happened when there was a loud knock at the front door.
"Naruto! Open the door."
Sakura yelped, and the boys jumped on their feet. What was Kakashi-sensei doing here?
And Sasuke didn't like the tone of his voice or the urgency in that knocking.
"Naruto!!" Kakashi was trying the handle now, and it was locked, but seeing his determination, it wouldn't stay that way for long.
Clothes. Now. There was no way he'd let anyone see him naked, especially not the waking-up-after-a-good-hard-fuck kind of naked.
He rolled off the bed, grabbed his shorts and put them on, and then, just because they were in reach, he threw Naruto his awful orange pants. Sakura's dress was nowhere in sight.
He was still looking for it when the front door was kicked open.
Naruto was still hopping rather ridiculously on one foot as he tried to get his other foot in his pants when Mitarashi Anko strode in the bedroom, followed at a more leisurely pace by Kakashi-sensei and Sarutobi Asuma-sensei. Which meant the three jounin had a rather good frontal view of his body and the love bites decorating it. Sasuke tried not to curse the too-slow moron. After all, with Sakura still naked under the blanket and the smell in the messy room, they didn't need a clearer picture.
Asuma's ever-present cigarette fell off his lips. He caught it back in midair, but it was only to wince as the hot tip burned his hand.
"... Crap."
Sasuke had a feeling he wasn't bummed about his cigarette.
The adults were staring at the three of them, especially Naruto --who had finally managed to get his pants on-- and Sakura -- whose scarlet face clashed horribly with her hair; he hoped she wasn't going to have a stroke. They were trying to look expressionless, but... Anko looked angry and a little bit disgusted, Asuma's jaw was still hanging, and Kakashi was a little too blank. Sure, an eye didn't express a lot, but exactly because it was hard to look at his face for clues, Sasuke had learned to interpret the slightest narrowing of his eye, the barest frown.
Kakashi looked like Zabuza had come into their lives again. A sort of "I really don't WANT to fight that guy, but I must. And someone's going to die and it won't be me" expression, serious and sad and determined. And pissed off by the fate that made such a waste necessary.
He exchanged a quick glance with Asuma, then lifted his hand to quiet Anko when she opened her mouth. Sasuke didn't want to hear what she had been about to say. Her contempt-filled glare was good enough.
"Sakura, get dressed and go with Asuma. Sasuke, go home. Naruto, we have to talk to you."
Kakashi left the bedroom, catching Anko's shoulder to pull her out after him. The woman glowered, but followed, and Asuma closed the door after them.
Naruto's hands balled into fists, and he glared hotly at the door. Once again, his eyes flashed crimson as he growled angrily.
"What right do they have to barge in like that--"
"Naruto."
Sasuke was mildly relieved to see his eyes return to their usual color and the pupil abandon that slit cat-eye shape. He didn't know why it was happening-- he had a feeling this was NOT what the sharingan quite looked like when emerging-- but he did know that he didn't want either of the teachers to see.
"Calm down. Something bad is going on. Keep your cool."
He found Sakura's dress finally, but the seam was ripped, as if someone had lowered her zipper all the way down as quickly as possible and then kept going. He gave it to her anyway, along with a length of rope to tie it closed around her waist. Biting his lip to make himself keep quiet, Naruto looked into his dresser and pulled out a large, orange sweater. Ordinarily, she would have screamed bloody murder to be dressed in that horrible, flashy color, but she looked too mortified to protest.
Sasuke didn't even think of looking away while she was changing. After everything that had happened between them, it seemed stupid to bother. And neither of them was in a state to perv about her lithe body or her small, perky breasts, or the fact that her hair color was apparently natural.
He gave them both a stern look.
"We stay calm. We listen to what they want."
We share the info later, he mouthed silently. He was pretty sure the adults were listening in. His teammates both seemed to get it, because they nodded.
"I'm still pissed off that they barged in my home uninvited like that," Naruto grumbled, but his eyes stayed sky blue.
"They must have a reason," Sakura commented softly. "They must be thinking that it's good enough to justify it."
Neither wondered out loud if that reason would be good enough for them.
"Sakura, are you finished?"
She was tucking a few kunai under her shirt. Naruto frowned, then went to help her, slipping his hands under the sweatshirt casually to angle them properly so that they wouldn't be seen. Sasuke saw her blush, but she didn't protest.
The black-haired teen approved. She had the right idea. Something bad was going on, and it couldn't hurt to be armed. He got his own weaponry back from where it had spilled from his pouch, regretting that he had only been carrying his usual kunai and small shuriken.
"Okay," Sakura said after taking a deep breath.
Naruto leaned toward her and kissed her lips gently. She closer her eyes briefly, a fleeting expression of gratefulness on her face.
Contrary to the both of them who responded with anger and/or aggression, Sakura always responded to danger by stress. And neither of them knew where Asuma would take her nor why, and she needed the support. His decision made, Sasuke strode forward and touched her shoulder gently, and when she turned toward him, he brushed his lips against the corner of her mouth just like Naruto had done.
"We're a team," he whispered quietly, reminding them both as much as reminding himself that they had backup. They had guarded his back so many times without conditions. He was not about to abandon them, even though the teachers' orders made him think that his teammates were in a lot deeper than he was.
Blushing slightly, Sakura leaned against him, and Naruto punched his shoulder gently. He punched him back, his other hand patting Sakura's back awkwardly. He hated, HATED these emotional occasions, but for some reason he didn't move away.
Kakashi knocked briskly at the door once again, ending the moment.
"Are you ready?"
Abandoning them, Naruto opened the door, his chin lifted up stubbornly.
"Yeah. Now what do you want?"
Asuma gave his still bare chest a dubious glance, but didn't comment.
"Haruno, come with me," he asked quietly. He was trying for a reassuring look, Sasuke could see it, and looked more embarrassed and worried than angry. He was a better choice to accompany Sakura to wherever they wanted her to be than Mitarashi Anko, because the bitch was still glaring at her as if she was something disgusting she had found on the bottom of her sandal.
Sakura nodded quietly and after a panicked look at both of them, she followed the bearded man out, holding herself around the too large orange sweatshirt for reassurance.
Naruto and Sasuke exchanged a long look, then Sasuke stepped toward the door. He would have asked what was going on, but he already knew that he wouldn't be told. Kakashi-sensei had his stubborn "this is grownup stuff" frown firmly on.
He ignored Anko as he walked past her. He wouldn't have minded slamming her against the wall and promising a painful beating if she ever dared to look at Sakura-chan like that again, but he didn't fancy being reported to the ANBU; he knew that, while officially forgiven, he was still being kept under watch since his desertion to Orochimaru. That and she would probably keep doing it anyway just to spite him, because she had too much will and not enough sense to know when she was outclassed.
He walked out of the building slowly, casually, as if nothing special had ever happened in that small apartment, and as if twinges of pain for every step he took didn't remind him how forcefully Naruto had slammed into him last night. For a second, he could still feel that hard, burningly hot length searing his flesh, giving him pain and pleasure and a few hours of oblivion. And the seam of his short chafed against his abused butt-- FUCK!! His boxers were still on top of Naruto's chest of drawers. No wonder he felt a draft. He hoped Kakashi wouldn't notice any embarrassing stains.
Forcing the soreness --and what had caused it-- out of his mind, he slipped in the shadows of a small backstreet, letting his clone go on to the Uchiha estate. He had known that copying the Kage Bunshin would be useful. None of the ninja lurking in the shadows would be able to tell it wasn't really him.
Now, to find a good vantage point to see what was going on in Naruto's apartment.
kayryn666 ^__^There are things i still want to edit, so this isn't the final version, just so you know. If you have comments, things that don't quite fit, or bits of characterization that you find weird, please tell me so I can make it better ;p
Previous chapter:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/askerian/90779.html
Sasuke really hoped that his little speech was enough to calm Sakura down, because he didn't know what else to do and if she started to cry he would ... he would... he didn't know what he would do, which was why he hoped so hard she wouldn't. There was no way he would babble on about feelings and team bonds a second longer. It was -- unmanly. And eventually the conversation would drift to his own feelings... He did love Sakura, but he was aware that it was not the way she wanted to be loved and he wasn't quite enough of a bastard to tell her that bluntly.
Not anymore.
He gave her a quick glance before looking away, embarrassed. That heart-to-heart talk was so... girly.
Naruto was discretely glancing at her, then at him, like a puppy who's not sure he did something wrong but is looking sorry all the same, just in case. He was covered in scratches and bite marks, though Sasuke could have sworn that this particular set of scratches on his hip had been bleeding last night; he remembered well, he had licked it clean--uhm.
He was ogling Naruto.
He was fucking ogling Uzumaki Dead-Last Naruto.
And crap, but there was a lot to ogle. A lot more than when they had been kids, that was for sure. That broad chest, these wide shoulders... that six-pack... That... Tattoo? When had Naruto gotten a tattoo around his bellybutton?
It was faded, as if old, and hard to see clearly-- the symbols around the main spiral were impossible to read-- but Sasuke didn't remember seeing it before.
And he was still ogling and he should stop before his eyes drifted anymore south, but he couldn't.
Naruto was a natural blond.
He was in the process of pretending it hadn't happened when there was a loud knock at the front door.
"Naruto! Open the door."
Sakura yelped, and the boys jumped on their feet. What was Kakashi-sensei doing here?
And Sasuke didn't like the tone of his voice or the urgency in that knocking.
"Naruto!!" Kakashi was trying the handle now, and it was locked, but seeing his determination, it wouldn't stay that way for long.
Clothes. Now. There was no way he'd let anyone see him naked, especially not the waking-up-after-a-good-hard-fuck kind of naked.
He rolled off the bed, grabbed his shorts and put them on, and then, just because they were in reach, he threw Naruto his awful orange pants. Sakura's dress was nowhere in sight.
He was still looking for it when the front door was kicked open.
Naruto was still hopping rather ridiculously on one foot as he tried to get his other foot in his pants when Mitarashi Anko strode in the bedroom, followed at a more leisurely pace by Kakashi-sensei and Sarutobi Asuma-sensei. Which meant the three jounin had a rather good frontal view of his body and the love bites decorating it. Sasuke tried not to curse the too-slow moron. After all, with Sakura still naked under the blanket and the smell in the messy room, they didn't need a clearer picture.
Asuma's ever-present cigarette fell off his lips. He caught it back in midair, but it was only to wince as the hot tip burned his hand.
"... Crap."
Sasuke had a feeling he wasn't bummed about his cigarette.
The adults were staring at the three of them, especially Naruto --who had finally managed to get his pants on-- and Sakura -- whose scarlet face clashed horribly with her hair; he hoped she wasn't going to have a stroke. They were trying to look expressionless, but... Anko looked angry and a little bit disgusted, Asuma's jaw was still hanging, and Kakashi was a little too blank. Sure, an eye didn't express a lot, but exactly because it was hard to look at his face for clues, Sasuke had learned to interpret the slightest narrowing of his eye, the barest frown.
Kakashi looked like Zabuza had come into their lives again. A sort of "I really don't WANT to fight that guy, but I must. And someone's going to die and it won't be me" expression, serious and sad and determined. And pissed off by the fate that made such a waste necessary.
He exchanged a quick glance with Asuma, then lifted his hand to quiet Anko when she opened her mouth. Sasuke didn't want to hear what she had been about to say. Her contempt-filled glare was good enough.
"Sakura, get dressed and go with Asuma. Sasuke, go home. Naruto, we have to talk to you."
Kakashi left the bedroom, catching Anko's shoulder to pull her out after him. The woman glowered, but followed, and Asuma closed the door after them.
Naruto's hands balled into fists, and he glared hotly at the door. Once again, his eyes flashed crimson as he growled angrily.
"What right do they have to barge in like that--"
"Naruto."
Sasuke was mildly relieved to see his eyes return to their usual color and the pupil abandon that slit cat-eye shape. He didn't know why it was happening-- he had a feeling this was NOT what the sharingan quite looked like when emerging-- but he did know that he didn't want either of the teachers to see.
"Calm down. Something bad is going on. Keep your cool."
He found Sakura's dress finally, but the seam was ripped, as if someone had lowered her zipper all the way down as quickly as possible and then kept going. He gave it to her anyway, along with a length of rope to tie it closed around her waist. Biting his lip to make himself keep quiet, Naruto looked into his dresser and pulled out a large, orange sweater. Ordinarily, she would have screamed bloody murder to be dressed in that horrible, flashy color, but she looked too mortified to protest.
Sasuke didn't even think of looking away while she was changing. After everything that had happened between them, it seemed stupid to bother. And neither of them was in a state to perv about her lithe body or her small, perky breasts, or the fact that her hair color was apparently natural.
He gave them both a stern look.
"We stay calm. We listen to what they want."
We share the info later, he mouthed silently. He was pretty sure the adults were listening in. His teammates both seemed to get it, because they nodded.
"I'm still pissed off that they barged in my home uninvited like that," Naruto grumbled, but his eyes stayed sky blue.
"They must have a reason," Sakura commented softly. "They must be thinking that it's good enough to justify it."
Neither wondered out loud if that reason would be good enough for them.
"Sakura, are you finished?"
She was tucking a few kunai under her shirt. Naruto frowned, then went to help her, slipping his hands under the sweatshirt casually to angle them properly so that they wouldn't be seen. Sasuke saw her blush, but she didn't protest.
The black-haired teen approved. She had the right idea. Something bad was going on, and it couldn't hurt to be armed. He got his own weaponry back from where it had spilled from his pouch, regretting that he had only been carrying his usual kunai and small shuriken.
"Okay," Sakura said after taking a deep breath.
Naruto leaned toward her and kissed her lips gently. She closer her eyes briefly, a fleeting expression of gratefulness on her face.
Contrary to the both of them who responded with anger and/or aggression, Sakura always responded to danger by stress. And neither of them knew where Asuma would take her nor why, and she needed the support. His decision made, Sasuke strode forward and touched her shoulder gently, and when she turned toward him, he brushed his lips against the corner of her mouth just like Naruto had done.
"We're a team," he whispered quietly, reminding them both as much as reminding himself that they had backup. They had guarded his back so many times without conditions. He was not about to abandon them, even though the teachers' orders made him think that his teammates were in a lot deeper than he was.
Blushing slightly, Sakura leaned against him, and Naruto punched his shoulder gently. He punched him back, his other hand patting Sakura's back awkwardly. He hated, HATED these emotional occasions, but for some reason he didn't move away.
Kakashi knocked briskly at the door once again, ending the moment.
"Are you ready?"
Abandoning them, Naruto opened the door, his chin lifted up stubbornly.
"Yeah. Now what do you want?"
Asuma gave his still bare chest a dubious glance, but didn't comment.
"Haruno, come with me," he asked quietly. He was trying for a reassuring look, Sasuke could see it, and looked more embarrassed and worried than angry. He was a better choice to accompany Sakura to wherever they wanted her to be than Mitarashi Anko, because the bitch was still glaring at her as if she was something disgusting she had found on the bottom of her sandal.
Sakura nodded quietly and after a panicked look at both of them, she followed the bearded man out, holding herself around the too large orange sweatshirt for reassurance.
Naruto and Sasuke exchanged a long look, then Sasuke stepped toward the door. He would have asked what was going on, but he already knew that he wouldn't be told. Kakashi-sensei had his stubborn "this is grownup stuff" frown firmly on.
He ignored Anko as he walked past her. He wouldn't have minded slamming her against the wall and promising a painful beating if she ever dared to look at Sakura-chan like that again, but he didn't fancy being reported to the ANBU; he knew that, while officially forgiven, he was still being kept under watch since his desertion to Orochimaru. That and she would probably keep doing it anyway just to spite him, because she had too much will and not enough sense to know when she was outclassed.
He walked out of the building slowly, casually, as if nothing special had ever happened in that small apartment, and as if twinges of pain for every step he took didn't remind him how forcefully Naruto had slammed into him last night. For a second, he could still feel that hard, burningly hot length searing his flesh, giving him pain and pleasure and a few hours of oblivion. And the seam of his short chafed against his abused butt-- FUCK!! His boxers were still on top of Naruto's chest of drawers. No wonder he felt a draft. He hoped Kakashi wouldn't notice any embarrassing stains.
Forcing the soreness --and what had caused it-- out of his mind, he slipped in the shadows of a small backstreet, letting his clone go on to the Uchiha estate. He had known that copying the Kage Bunshin would be useful. None of the ninja lurking in the shadows would be able to tell it wasn't really him.
Now, to find a good vantage point to see what was going on in Naruto's apartment.
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... Uh... Can't comment beyond that.
Must go read.
::sheepish look::
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And just in case you're wondering, NO it did NOT pass my attention that the first chapter as well as most of this one was played out entirely NEKKID!
::grope::
XD
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is it me or naruto did kiss only sakura???? :( favouritism!!! >_>
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naruto did only kiss sakura now, but she needed it and sasuke didn't. that and sasuke got a french kiss and gropage against the wall earlier and she didn't. :P
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still, great work!!! *petpethug*
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Please, continue writing this. Team 7 needs love.
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I blame pond for the non-con fixation lately
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I do not care who you blame. write me kyuubi!smut, woman.
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Its like CRACK.
I'm such an Asukafic!addict. >.> You are my guilty guilty pleasure.
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....FWEEEE! there were some spelling errors, but not enough to take away from the fic. That, and well, a beta would see it anyway, so s'all good.
Awww, I want to offer some support to Sakura... that and I want to know what Kakashi-sensei has to say to Naruto...
...why do I get the feeling that it has something to do with the seal? *ponders*
AAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNDD........ YOU ARE SO SWEET!!! You SO did not have to do that for me, but I love you all the same. I'm serious when I say I'll read anything by you, just because I am that much of an addict to your stuff.
Hope you get out of your slump soon! You're too good of an author and artist for that to go down the drain!
*hugglepet*
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About what Kakashi has to say, you will know... eventually... sorta... maybe... XD
seal? what seal? no seal here, ma'am.*licks you*
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XD
Yes... for some reason, Sasuke with chibi-kyuubi-naruto's clinging to him like everywhere popped into my head. XD That would be the cutest thing ever! *giggles*
Yes, that's all I really have to say. XD
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lookie piccie
http://kineko.free.fr/200408/pages/sasusakunaru.htm *dances*
Sakura: Yes, they're cute. Now can I HAVE THEM BACK? *growls*
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Interesting that teachers other than Kakashi are involving themselves in this. It seems to me that if it were just a matter of the questionable consent, Kakashi would be dealing with it himself, since they're his students. However, the only other thing I can think would make the adults this uptight would be that Naruto's seal is going wonky in reaction to his being in a sexual relationship, which would explain why Naruto is going foxy (for lack of a better term) an awful lot with relatively little provication. However, I'd think that Jiryia would be the person best able to deal with the kyuubi... hmm.
And then there's why Sakura is being taken off somewhere and Sasuke isn't. Because she's a girl and would have been more victimized if the sexual activity was non-consensual? Because she's a girl and is thus at risk of pregnancy? Because she's supposed to be the cool head of the group? Some other reason entirely? *grin* I really look forward to finding out.
As for things that could be improved - he did know that he didn't want either of the teachers to see should be "any of the teachers", if you're referring to all three adults. And Contrary to the both of them would work better if it was "Unlike both he and Naruto...", I think.
I really look forward to seeing where you go with this story! Plot and an OT3, two of my favorite things. *grin*
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It seems to me that if it were just a matter of the questionable consent, Kakashi would be dealing with it himself, since they're his students
*nodnod* Fankly, they (ooh mysterious they) don't even care about the questionnable consent issue, or maybe as a secondary accusation to throw around u_u;;;;;
Naruto's seal is going wonky in reaction to his being in a sexual relationship,
XD kinda. Or the other way around. Either way, yeah. ^_____^ (boy, is your feedback a lot better than the ffnet reviews or what? =__=)
However, I'd think that Jiryia would be the person best able to deal with the kyuubi... hmm.
XD maybe. If he was in town at the time. :P Anyway they're not that desperate yet.
Because she's a girl and would have been more victimized if the sexual activity was non-consensual? Because she's a girl and is thus at risk of pregnancy? Because she's supposed to be the cool head of the group? Some other reason entirely?
There might be the right reason somewhere in here, but then, maybe not. XD *loves you*
*corrects weird grammar things* thank you ^_______^
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