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naruto ficcage...
So the Asuka has two new fics on top of the pile of fics that she already MUST complete. So what do the Asuka does?
That's right, people. She starts a third one. Let's applaud her cleverness. =_=;;;;
I refuse to try to understand myself.
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing(s): NaruSasuNeji, some NaruHina at first
Genre: Angst, Lemon, almost-PWP. XD
Incomplete, of course.
They were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. All pale skin and graceful, entangled limbs, and dark hair spilling on the pillows. Both so male, wiry and strong, angular in places; but even these angles couldn't make the picture as a whole -- face to face, Sasuke's bangs brushing Neji's forehead, Sasuke's strong, elegant hand closed around a lock of long, dark hair, Neji's hand supporting Sasuke's gracefully curved neck, fingertips caressing the curse seal -- any less erotic.
It was disturbing, really; the sight of two of his best friends -- MALE best friends -- shouldn't have left him flushed and short of breath, but it did, alongside with stunned, bewildered and completely floored. Maybe it was simply that he hadn't expected these two to ever have a sex life -- especially not with each other. But seeing them, usually so stern, so cold, so untouchable, caught in that moment of intimacy...
Neji stirred, furrowing his brows faintly -- only highlighting the complete peace and relaxation he had experienced in sleep, in Sasuke's arms -- and Naruto fled, barely remembering to pick up his bucket. There would be no pranking this morning, nor any other morning.
Even as he ran, jumping from roof to roof and barely remembering to use the little stealth abilities he possessed, he couldn't get the image out of his mind, of two pale young men entangled in a white sheet together, two young men who usually barely seemed to tolerate each other, and yet who had never looked so peaceful as they were asleep in each other's arms.
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In the following weeks, Naruto watched them more closely. And he was confused. Had they argued? Were they even really-- he hadn't mistaken someone else for one of them, had he? They were behaving just like they always did, only exchanging a few words whenever they had missions or jutsu to discuss. The rest of the time, they ignored each other and certainly didn't go out of their way to even greet each other.
He could have thought that they were just pretending, that they were still in the closet -- after all, he hadn't even known that they liked men -- but they didn't even take any of the occasions to meet where it would have looked utterly normal that they would happen to be in the same place at the same time. And the few times he managed to invite them both to eat ramen with him, they'd spent the night alternating between pretending that the other didn't exist and bickering -- and not the fun kind of bickering, like he and Sasuke did when they were in the mood to tease each other, but a snide kind, underlined with some annoyance and something that sounded a lot like resentment. Naruto just didn't get it.
Well, they did respect each other's abilities, but that was about it. And they didn't even do what Naruto would have done in their place; challenging the other one to see how they measured up against each other. He'd found great pleasure in fighting both Sasuke and Neji, but then he wasn't really sure that it would be a good idea to suggest that they spar. They were both so serious, so intense; they would probably end up injuring each other for real.
He wanted them to be happy, to finally find acceptance and maybe even love with someone, to finally fit in with someone at least, but he wasn't sure that what he had witnessed was it. Maybe he had seen wrong -- or maybe... well, they'd been asleep, maybe he had misunderstood what he'd seen as more intimate than he'd believed -- but they were two of the most closed-off people ever -- only Gaara was worse -- and -- and -- sharing a bed -- and probably more -- pale, muscled legs entangled under the white cool sheet, a callused hand on the curse seal -- that had to mean something, didn't it?
The mystery absorbed him so much that he kept worrying at it. It was hard not to show how much he was now noticing every little movement they made, everything that could hint at an answer. Sometimes he felt like a stalker. But he needed to know, he needed to know if they were happy -- or at least content -- if they got along well in private -- if their fiercely protected privacies ever met and mingled and shared -- he needed to know why neither of them had told anyone anything, how it had happened...
It got so hard to ignore it, to think about other stuff, that even Hinata noticed and asked him about what was making him so distracted. He felt guilty, and for a few days tried to forget. And then one day he caught himself leaning over her and looking into her eyes and wishing that she had longer hair and harder muscles. And then he felt sick, because Hinata was a marvelous girl, nice and sensitive and cute and courageous, and he didn't know what the fuck was wrong with him, but it needed to stop, now. If Sasuke and Neji wanted him to know, they'd tell him. In the meantime, he was going to put the matter out of his mind.
It was a credit to Naruto's stubbornness that he actually managed to stop thinking about it, and if he had a few awkward moments whenever he encountered one of his two best friends, he always managed to get past it before anyone really noticed. One week went by, two weeks, and he patted himself in the back for forgetting about that unhealthy obsession, and then there was that mission with his team and Sasuke was just the same Sasuke he'd always been, sarcastic and brilliant; and when they came back to Konoha, he'd forgotten.
And then he arrived to his home to notice that he'd forgotten to give Sasuke his kunai back, and he had been going to knock, promise, except that there was a funny noise inside and he was worried, and when he pushed the door open -- unlocked; so weird -- there was a second pair of sandals in the hall. And he stared at it, because the sandals were neatly put together, side-by-side, not the way Naruto's sandals always landed somehow askew or upside-down or on top of Sasuke's, but the outer edge of the smallest left sandal was touching the outer edge of the biggest right sandal and it was so insignificant, and he couldn't look away.
The bedroom door was half-closed, and he could see shadows dancing on the far wall, the one with all the scrolls and maps. The gap was too narrow for much detail, but the rhythmic movements -- and the noises, the creaks of the bed and the little gasps and the barely controlled panting -- and the scent, oh god, the scent -- arousal and challenge and ... and...
One of them cried out, a muffled, quickly swallowed sound, and a second later Naruto was running down the streets and running up his stairs and running through his door and running to his bedroom and locking himself in and curling up -- not on the bed, not the bed -- in his corner under the window -- and when he touched himself, he tried his damnedest to give soft, ample breasts to his fantasy, but if the one he buried his face against did keep them, the kage bunshin he was imagining thrusting in was another matter. He gasped as the hair of his dream lover lengthened against his will, squeezed himself hard to punish himself as he rectified the length of that dark, smooth hair -- so good, it hurt so good -- and when the white eyes he was imagining gazing into turned red it was too late to stop.
The morning after, he broke up with Hinata. He couldn't tell her why; it made her cry. He felt guilty, for making her cry and for being the kind of guy who could cheat on her. He would have beaten up any guy who treated her like that, and he almost asked Kiba to knock him around a little, except he would have needed to tell him why. He felt awful. He was already missing her. But he was too fucked up -- he didn't deserve her. He had to screw his head back on straight.
After that, Shino and Kiba gave him the cold shoulder for a while, and the girls -- Sakura-chan, Ino, Tenten, even Hanabi -- took to glowering at him whenever he was in sight. It made him uncomfortable, but not any worse than he already felt, all the time. Chouji and Shikamaru didn't ask, for which he was grateful. Sasuke didn't appear to notice.
Neji cornered him, a hand grabbing his collar, pushing him against the wall and demanded to know why he'd upset his cousin, and he couldn't answer, couldn't look up -- he wanted to die -- he'd never been more aroused in his life.
Neji seemed disappointed when he got no response, and then disdainful. Naruto hadn't thought he could possibly feel any worse, but obviously he'd been wrong. He started going out of his way to avoid Neji and Hinata's teammates. He hated knowing that Hinata believed herself guilty, but what could he tell her? That it wasn't her, it was him? That had to be the lamest excuse ever, and it didn't explain anything. And there was just no way he'd ever admit that he'd dumped her because as charming and sweet and cute as she was, her male cousin aroused him more than she did.
He'd never been gay before. He didn't understand. As far as he remembered, he'd always found girls pretty, always wanted to discover the secrets of such different bodies. Lusting after Neji and Sasuke was an aberration. It had to be -- but what if it wasn't?
But he didn't have anyone to ask. His friends were out of the question, Kakashi-sensei would be totally unhelpful -- and with the kind of perverted books he was so fond of, Naruto was sure he'd never ever thought about boys like that -- and Iruka-sensei would probably die of heart attack on the spot. Jiraiya would have been out of the question even if he'd been in town at the time, and old hag Tsunade -- shyeah right.
Asking Sasuke or Neji? He would have to tell them how he'd known that they liked men first, and that was one conversation he never wanted to have with them.
That's right, people. She starts a third one. Let's applaud her cleverness. =_=;;;;
I refuse to try to understand myself.
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing(s): NaruSasuNeji, some NaruHina at first
Genre: Angst, Lemon, almost-PWP. XD
Incomplete, of course.
They were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. All pale skin and graceful, entangled limbs, and dark hair spilling on the pillows. Both so male, wiry and strong, angular in places; but even these angles couldn't make the picture as a whole -- face to face, Sasuke's bangs brushing Neji's forehead, Sasuke's strong, elegant hand closed around a lock of long, dark hair, Neji's hand supporting Sasuke's gracefully curved neck, fingertips caressing the curse seal -- any less erotic.
It was disturbing, really; the sight of two of his best friends -- MALE best friends -- shouldn't have left him flushed and short of breath, but it did, alongside with stunned, bewildered and completely floored. Maybe it was simply that he hadn't expected these two to ever have a sex life -- especially not with each other. But seeing them, usually so stern, so cold, so untouchable, caught in that moment of intimacy...
Neji stirred, furrowing his brows faintly -- only highlighting the complete peace and relaxation he had experienced in sleep, in Sasuke's arms -- and Naruto fled, barely remembering to pick up his bucket. There would be no pranking this morning, nor any other morning.
Even as he ran, jumping from roof to roof and barely remembering to use the little stealth abilities he possessed, he couldn't get the image out of his mind, of two pale young men entangled in a white sheet together, two young men who usually barely seemed to tolerate each other, and yet who had never looked so peaceful as they were asleep in each other's arms.
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In the following weeks, Naruto watched them more closely. And he was confused. Had they argued? Were they even really-- he hadn't mistaken someone else for one of them, had he? They were behaving just like they always did, only exchanging a few words whenever they had missions or jutsu to discuss. The rest of the time, they ignored each other and certainly didn't go out of their way to even greet each other.
He could have thought that they were just pretending, that they were still in the closet -- after all, he hadn't even known that they liked men -- but they didn't even take any of the occasions to meet where it would have looked utterly normal that they would happen to be in the same place at the same time. And the few times he managed to invite them both to eat ramen with him, they'd spent the night alternating between pretending that the other didn't exist and bickering -- and not the fun kind of bickering, like he and Sasuke did when they were in the mood to tease each other, but a snide kind, underlined with some annoyance and something that sounded a lot like resentment. Naruto just didn't get it.
Well, they did respect each other's abilities, but that was about it. And they didn't even do what Naruto would have done in their place; challenging the other one to see how they measured up against each other. He'd found great pleasure in fighting both Sasuke and Neji, but then he wasn't really sure that it would be a good idea to suggest that they spar. They were both so serious, so intense; they would probably end up injuring each other for real.
He wanted them to be happy, to finally find acceptance and maybe even love with someone, to finally fit in with someone at least, but he wasn't sure that what he had witnessed was it. Maybe he had seen wrong -- or maybe... well, they'd been asleep, maybe he had misunderstood what he'd seen as more intimate than he'd believed -- but they were two of the most closed-off people ever -- only Gaara was worse -- and -- and -- sharing a bed -- and probably more -- pale, muscled legs entangled under the white cool sheet, a callused hand on the curse seal -- that had to mean something, didn't it?
The mystery absorbed him so much that he kept worrying at it. It was hard not to show how much he was now noticing every little movement they made, everything that could hint at an answer. Sometimes he felt like a stalker. But he needed to know, he needed to know if they were happy -- or at least content -- if they got along well in private -- if their fiercely protected privacies ever met and mingled and shared -- he needed to know why neither of them had told anyone anything, how it had happened...
It got so hard to ignore it, to think about other stuff, that even Hinata noticed and asked him about what was making him so distracted. He felt guilty, and for a few days tried to forget. And then one day he caught himself leaning over her and looking into her eyes and wishing that she had longer hair and harder muscles. And then he felt sick, because Hinata was a marvelous girl, nice and sensitive and cute and courageous, and he didn't know what the fuck was wrong with him, but it needed to stop, now. If Sasuke and Neji wanted him to know, they'd tell him. In the meantime, he was going to put the matter out of his mind.
It was a credit to Naruto's stubbornness that he actually managed to stop thinking about it, and if he had a few awkward moments whenever he encountered one of his two best friends, he always managed to get past it before anyone really noticed. One week went by, two weeks, and he patted himself in the back for forgetting about that unhealthy obsession, and then there was that mission with his team and Sasuke was just the same Sasuke he'd always been, sarcastic and brilliant; and when they came back to Konoha, he'd forgotten.
And then he arrived to his home to notice that he'd forgotten to give Sasuke his kunai back, and he had been going to knock, promise, except that there was a funny noise inside and he was worried, and when he pushed the door open -- unlocked; so weird -- there was a second pair of sandals in the hall. And he stared at it, because the sandals were neatly put together, side-by-side, not the way Naruto's sandals always landed somehow askew or upside-down or on top of Sasuke's, but the outer edge of the smallest left sandal was touching the outer edge of the biggest right sandal and it was so insignificant, and he couldn't look away.
The bedroom door was half-closed, and he could see shadows dancing on the far wall, the one with all the scrolls and maps. The gap was too narrow for much detail, but the rhythmic movements -- and the noises, the creaks of the bed and the little gasps and the barely controlled panting -- and the scent, oh god, the scent -- arousal and challenge and ... and...
One of them cried out, a muffled, quickly swallowed sound, and a second later Naruto was running down the streets and running up his stairs and running through his door and running to his bedroom and locking himself in and curling up -- not on the bed, not the bed -- in his corner under the window -- and when he touched himself, he tried his damnedest to give soft, ample breasts to his fantasy, but if the one he buried his face against did keep them, the kage bunshin he was imagining thrusting in was another matter. He gasped as the hair of his dream lover lengthened against his will, squeezed himself hard to punish himself as he rectified the length of that dark, smooth hair -- so good, it hurt so good -- and when the white eyes he was imagining gazing into turned red it was too late to stop.
The morning after, he broke up with Hinata. He couldn't tell her why; it made her cry. He felt guilty, for making her cry and for being the kind of guy who could cheat on her. He would have beaten up any guy who treated her like that, and he almost asked Kiba to knock him around a little, except he would have needed to tell him why. He felt awful. He was already missing her. But he was too fucked up -- he didn't deserve her. He had to screw his head back on straight.
After that, Shino and Kiba gave him the cold shoulder for a while, and the girls -- Sakura-chan, Ino, Tenten, even Hanabi -- took to glowering at him whenever he was in sight. It made him uncomfortable, but not any worse than he already felt, all the time. Chouji and Shikamaru didn't ask, for which he was grateful. Sasuke didn't appear to notice.
Neji cornered him, a hand grabbing his collar, pushing him against the wall and demanded to know why he'd upset his cousin, and he couldn't answer, couldn't look up -- he wanted to die -- he'd never been more aroused in his life.
Neji seemed disappointed when he got no response, and then disdainful. Naruto hadn't thought he could possibly feel any worse, but obviously he'd been wrong. He started going out of his way to avoid Neji and Hinata's teammates. He hated knowing that Hinata believed herself guilty, but what could he tell her? That it wasn't her, it was him? That had to be the lamest excuse ever, and it didn't explain anything. And there was just no way he'd ever admit that he'd dumped her because as charming and sweet and cute as she was, her male cousin aroused him more than she did.
He'd never been gay before. He didn't understand. As far as he remembered, he'd always found girls pretty, always wanted to discover the secrets of such different bodies. Lusting after Neji and Sasuke was an aberration. It had to be -- but what if it wasn't?
But he didn't have anyone to ask. His friends were out of the question, Kakashi-sensei would be totally unhelpful -- and with the kind of perverted books he was so fond of, Naruto was sure he'd never ever thought about boys like that -- and Iruka-sensei would probably die of heart attack on the spot. Jiraiya would have been out of the question even if he'd been in town at the time, and old hag Tsunade -- shyeah right.
Asking Sasuke or Neji? He would have to tell them how he'd known that they liked men first, and that was one conversation he never wanted to have with them.
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This is great, I'm loving it, I hope there's more soon. But then, I say the same of everything you write... hmm. Must be a trend. ^_~
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*licks your nose* <3
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Mwah Mwah haha!
...Not that you really needed corrupting. ;)
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*stops wailing to leer at the boys*
where was I? oh, yeah. You foul-minded, evil, dirty person blahblahblah...
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Besides... You're the one with a 12 year old fanservice icon. :D
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That's so Naruto!
Neji cornered him, a hand grabbing his collar, pushing him against the wall and demanded to know why he'd upset his cousin, and he couldn't answer, couldn't look up -- he wanted to die -- he'd never been more aroused in his life.
That mental image. I can die a happy woman now.
Yes! Someone else is writing NaruSasuNeji! All is right with the world. I will be eagerly awaiting this. ^___^
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*licks you* <3<3<3
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~Sam
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That is a neat angle. Poor Narut9o, so confused... *wonders which of the scary boys will pick up on it first.
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*steals teh new!naru icon*
heh ^______^ I... wonder, too. *coughcough* let's hope i remember the plot before the image of our two bitch queens loses its OMG
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I have a matching one for Sakura, too:
You are the one of the few people who could get me interested in nearly any pairing... Damn you! *shakes her fist*
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I am magical like that. *preens*
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*goes off to find other naru/sasu/neji stuff*
p.s. can I add you to my friends list?
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