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(naruto ficlet) for nacchi_camui, more Saki-chan
HAHAHA. ONE DOWN. ... eight to go. ;_;
Okay, so. I didn't want to write more of that universe, like, EVER, but nacchi requested, and ask and ye shall receive and all that crap. Anyway it's not kinky, and there's no sex at all!! hahaha. Will you believe that, crossdressing!sasuke and no sex. I rule. *preens* instead it's cute and cuddly and angsty underneath. hee.
This time she isn't dressed up à la gothic doll. No black lace, no satiny ribbons, no candycane stockings. Not even The Boots.
She's wearing overalls, and while the hems are a bit fancy and it's, well, pale purple and soft blue, it's not that girly. It could fit a non-macho boy. (Okay, he'd look very gay, but since when did most ninja own anything like a dress sense?)
In fact, the only reason he knows that this is his Saki-chan and not Sasuke-bastard is that she's wearing lip gloss. And, okay, that her hair is combed -- or looks combed, but it's hard to tell, what with the rain weighting his usual messy hedgehog spikes down.
Actually, the sheen of the lip gloss could be water -- she's that drenched. So he knows this is Saki-chan because... he's not sure. He just knows. He watches her from the abode of the ramen stand, walking in the torrential rain, and he wonders if she's looking for him -- he can't think about Sasuke dressing up for anyone but him. He just can't. It hurts.
"Hey," he says, as he steps beside her, sheltering her under his jacket, and wonders vaguely when he left the ramen stand. Bah, it doesn't matter, not when he can stand so close to her and share his little improvised rain shelter. "You're going to catch a cold, baby."
Saki is staring at him, and for a second there's a weird, "who the hell do you think you are" expression on her face -- a Sasuke expression, and he cringes, thinking he misread it and the clothes are just a laundry accident -- and then she softens again, eyelashes shadowing her eyes. "... Naruto-kun."
He grins, relieved. "You're all wet. You're going to get sick. Come on, let's get you out of the rain." He nudges her gently, herding her toward his apartment, his arm around her shoulder as he holds the vest over them both. He has a hard time imagining Sasuke getting sick from so little, but as much as he pretends otherwise, the bastard is still human and as prone to colds as anyone else.
Saki-chan is silent as they walk in his empty apartment. For a minute he can't talk either, and there's just the plic-plic of the raindrops falling on the floor. She's all pale and wet and her eyes are so dark, it feels like falling. He doesn't understand what it is that's stretching between them.
Then he sees her shiver, just a bit, and jumps into action. He throws his dripping jacket into the laundry bin, and pulls off his shirt as he looks around his bathroom for dry, clean towels.
"Aha!! Here, get out of your wet things, baby, I'll find you a shirt..."
She's staring at the towel in her hands as if she'd never seen one before. She's starting to frown. "Naruto..."
"Tut-tut. You're wet, it's cold, get naked. I'll warm you up." He leers, and reaches out to tickle her chin.
She flinches, and glares at him. "He" glares. Naruto starts to feel nervous. Saki lets him get away with things Sasuke would dismember him for, and today, weirdly, it's not as easy to tell one from the other.
They stare at each other, Sasuke tense, jaws clenched, Naruto unsure, scared -- he knows that he's allowed to have Saki-chan only so long as he lets Sasuke pretend he doesn't even know she exists, pretend he doesn't know the taste of Naruto's lips and the feel of his body.
Last-ditch effort to get to his girlfriend before he has to go back to the best rivals behavior, he reaches out to cup his-or-her cheek, brushes a kiss against his-or-her lips. "I'm not going to let you get sick on my watch, baby. Either you let me take care of you or I'll tie you up and do it anyway." Naruto waits for the punch, for the outraged snarl, the destruction of the weird friendship.
Sasuke tenses. Saki doesn't pull back.
He undoes the straps of her overalls, lets them fall at their feet, unbuttons her shirt, all the while nuzzling her cheek affectionately.
It's weird to keep on thinking "she" when he's faced with such a masculine body. Wiry muscles on a slight build, scars everywhere -- he knows how almost all of them happened. They belong to Sasuke, not Saki -- and he realizes that it's the core of Sasuke's problem. When there aren't clothes -- a costume, a disguise -- to mark them as separate, he doesn't know who he's supposed to be. Saki-chan can accept concern and comfort, but Sasuke can't -- and when he's nude he definitely doesn't look weak or girly.
"You're trembling, pet," Naruto whispers, and envelops his lover in the biggest towel he owns, and starts to rub her -- him, whatever -- dry.
Sasuke closes his eyes and turns his face away. He's still scowling, and there's a unhappy twist to his lips that worries Naruto. But his teammate is a minefield everyday, even without the Saki-chan issues. He's not sure how to navigate it.
"... I... still have your red panties. Bet even your underwear is wet." He leers; it's a bit weak. If she was a real girl, that's about the point where he'd start coaxing her into sharing her problems, but the problems are definitely on the Sasuke side of the barrier. Sasuke doesn't share and that's it. Argh.
"... you're wet too... your hair..."
Naruto feels like bouncing when she lifts a corner of the towel and rubs his hair dry. There's a wry, weirdly soft smirk on his -- her lips -- an expression he can't tell belongs to whom.
"You're dripping everywhere," and he can hear the "idiot" at the end, even if it's left unsaid.
"Yeah, well... I know!! We can get warmed up together!!" He leers, fondles Saki's rear over the towel half-seriously. When he snorts, and the corners of his lips twitch, and he -- she -- lifts a hand as if to hide her mouth, like demure, well-bred girls do, Naruto swoops down, and wraps his arms around a slim-but-strong waist and brings a muscled-but-pliant body against his own and kisses her. Him. Whatever.
"Naruto-kun... you're such a pervert..."
She doesn't sound as shy and submissive as she always does, but it's definitely not Sasuke's mocking, sarcastic tone. It's soft and amused; indulgent almost.
"I'm not! You're just that hot." He gives her the kicked-puppy eyes, and her shoulders jump as if she was holding in laughter. He wonders if he ever heard Saki-chan openly laugh -- and then wonders when was the last time that he heard Sasuke laugh -- but a real laugh, a happy laugh, not a mean snicker or a contemptuous snort, or that evil cackle whose memory makes him shudder.
He tickles her. She yelps, and glares -- oh hooo.
"Naruto -- I don't -- this isn't -- STOP!!"
He laughs with her -- with him -- and kisses her arched throat as she pants, breathless, and runs his hands all over scars and muscles and a skin that's still softer than it has any right to be.
Tonight, it's different. She's not as submissive; she's squirming and glaring. But he's not really fighting either -- he's not outraged, he's not running away to put as many layers of clothes between them as possible -- weapon pouch or corset, ways to keep them both in their assigned roles.
Naruto knows that it won't last; Sasuke's not going to stop being a weird, frigid, strangely shy asshole in one day. But he's glad -- yes, as awful as it might sound -- for that thing that made his rival-lover-bestfriend so willing to forget his usual boundaries just to get some comfort. Whatever it is -- memory, nightmare, anniversary -- he doesn't care. He crushes on his girlfriend, he loves protecting her and getting her in all sorts of kinky situations, and he really really admire-rivals his best friend, he loves fighting with and against him -- but there's always something missing. Saki doesn't have any of Sasuke's combativeness; Sasuke's spine would break if he only thought about doing half the stuff she does.
This, here and now, this person under him, squirming and struggling not to laugh, flushed and eyes shining with annoyance and relief and gratefulness and the faint hint of tears -- this is one thing he'll have to work long and hard to have for real. But he doesn't care. He still loves Saki-chan and Sasuke, as separate people and as two faces of the same person. He doesn't care.
Him. Her. Whatever.
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joisbishmyoga: ... I just got this mental image of adult!jounin!Sasuke, who crossdresses as Saki-chan whenever he's not on missions, fully in public and it's written off as "yet another jounin nutcase." Kakashi's a porn junkie, Gai's... Gai, Anko... if I understand correctly... is a lush and a nymphomanic, uh... Jiraiya, Tsunade... They all gotta cope. Sasuke's "Saki-chan" mechanism would be WONDERFUL.
sarolynne: Plus, it's hardly like there's not precedent. Hell, Orochimaru speaks like a woman and wears makeup.
... I don't care how vivid that mental picture is. I'm SO NOT writing it. XD But -- AHH I WANT TO READ IT SO BAD. So, if anyone feels like trying? XD
Okay, so. I didn't want to write more of that universe, like, EVER, but nacchi requested, and ask and ye shall receive and all that crap. Anyway it's not kinky, and there's no sex at all!! hahaha. Will you believe that, crossdressing!sasuke and no sex. I rule. *preens* instead it's cute and cuddly and angsty underneath. hee.
This time she isn't dressed up à la gothic doll. No black lace, no satiny ribbons, no candycane stockings. Not even The Boots.
She's wearing overalls, and while the hems are a bit fancy and it's, well, pale purple and soft blue, it's not that girly. It could fit a non-macho boy. (Okay, he'd look very gay, but since when did most ninja own anything like a dress sense?)
In fact, the only reason he knows that this is his Saki-chan and not Sasuke-bastard is that she's wearing lip gloss. And, okay, that her hair is combed -- or looks combed, but it's hard to tell, what with the rain weighting his usual messy hedgehog spikes down.
Actually, the sheen of the lip gloss could be water -- she's that drenched. So he knows this is Saki-chan because... he's not sure. He just knows. He watches her from the abode of the ramen stand, walking in the torrential rain, and he wonders if she's looking for him -- he can't think about Sasuke dressing up for anyone but him. He just can't. It hurts.
"Hey," he says, as he steps beside her, sheltering her under his jacket, and wonders vaguely when he left the ramen stand. Bah, it doesn't matter, not when he can stand so close to her and share his little improvised rain shelter. "You're going to catch a cold, baby."
Saki is staring at him, and for a second there's a weird, "who the hell do you think you are" expression on her face -- a Sasuke expression, and he cringes, thinking he misread it and the clothes are just a laundry accident -- and then she softens again, eyelashes shadowing her eyes. "... Naruto-kun."
He grins, relieved. "You're all wet. You're going to get sick. Come on, let's get you out of the rain." He nudges her gently, herding her toward his apartment, his arm around her shoulder as he holds the vest over them both. He has a hard time imagining Sasuke getting sick from so little, but as much as he pretends otherwise, the bastard is still human and as prone to colds as anyone else.
Saki-chan is silent as they walk in his empty apartment. For a minute he can't talk either, and there's just the plic-plic of the raindrops falling on the floor. She's all pale and wet and her eyes are so dark, it feels like falling. He doesn't understand what it is that's stretching between them.
Then he sees her shiver, just a bit, and jumps into action. He throws his dripping jacket into the laundry bin, and pulls off his shirt as he looks around his bathroom for dry, clean towels.
"Aha!! Here, get out of your wet things, baby, I'll find you a shirt..."
She's staring at the towel in her hands as if she'd never seen one before. She's starting to frown. "Naruto..."
"Tut-tut. You're wet, it's cold, get naked. I'll warm you up." He leers, and reaches out to tickle her chin.
She flinches, and glares at him. "He" glares. Naruto starts to feel nervous. Saki lets him get away with things Sasuke would dismember him for, and today, weirdly, it's not as easy to tell one from the other.
They stare at each other, Sasuke tense, jaws clenched, Naruto unsure, scared -- he knows that he's allowed to have Saki-chan only so long as he lets Sasuke pretend he doesn't even know she exists, pretend he doesn't know the taste of Naruto's lips and the feel of his body.
Last-ditch effort to get to his girlfriend before he has to go back to the best rivals behavior, he reaches out to cup his-or-her cheek, brushes a kiss against his-or-her lips. "I'm not going to let you get sick on my watch, baby. Either you let me take care of you or I'll tie you up and do it anyway." Naruto waits for the punch, for the outraged snarl, the destruction of the weird friendship.
Sasuke tenses. Saki doesn't pull back.
He undoes the straps of her overalls, lets them fall at their feet, unbuttons her shirt, all the while nuzzling her cheek affectionately.
It's weird to keep on thinking "she" when he's faced with such a masculine body. Wiry muscles on a slight build, scars everywhere -- he knows how almost all of them happened. They belong to Sasuke, not Saki -- and he realizes that it's the core of Sasuke's problem. When there aren't clothes -- a costume, a disguise -- to mark them as separate, he doesn't know who he's supposed to be. Saki-chan can accept concern and comfort, but Sasuke can't -- and when he's nude he definitely doesn't look weak or girly.
"You're trembling, pet," Naruto whispers, and envelops his lover in the biggest towel he owns, and starts to rub her -- him, whatever -- dry.
Sasuke closes his eyes and turns his face away. He's still scowling, and there's a unhappy twist to his lips that worries Naruto. But his teammate is a minefield everyday, even without the Saki-chan issues. He's not sure how to navigate it.
"... I... still have your red panties. Bet even your underwear is wet." He leers; it's a bit weak. If she was a real girl, that's about the point where he'd start coaxing her into sharing her problems, but the problems are definitely on the Sasuke side of the barrier. Sasuke doesn't share and that's it. Argh.
"... you're wet too... your hair..."
Naruto feels like bouncing when she lifts a corner of the towel and rubs his hair dry. There's a wry, weirdly soft smirk on his -- her lips -- an expression he can't tell belongs to whom.
"You're dripping everywhere," and he can hear the "idiot" at the end, even if it's left unsaid.
"Yeah, well... I know!! We can get warmed up together!!" He leers, fondles Saki's rear over the towel half-seriously. When he snorts, and the corners of his lips twitch, and he -- she -- lifts a hand as if to hide her mouth, like demure, well-bred girls do, Naruto swoops down, and wraps his arms around a slim-but-strong waist and brings a muscled-but-pliant body against his own and kisses her. Him. Whatever.
"Naruto-kun... you're such a pervert..."
She doesn't sound as shy and submissive as she always does, but it's definitely not Sasuke's mocking, sarcastic tone. It's soft and amused; indulgent almost.
"I'm not! You're just that hot." He gives her the kicked-puppy eyes, and her shoulders jump as if she was holding in laughter. He wonders if he ever heard Saki-chan openly laugh -- and then wonders when was the last time that he heard Sasuke laugh -- but a real laugh, a happy laugh, not a mean snicker or a contemptuous snort, or that evil cackle whose memory makes him shudder.
He tickles her. She yelps, and glares -- oh hooo.
"Naruto -- I don't -- this isn't -- STOP!!"
He laughs with her -- with him -- and kisses her arched throat as she pants, breathless, and runs his hands all over scars and muscles and a skin that's still softer than it has any right to be.
Tonight, it's different. She's not as submissive; she's squirming and glaring. But he's not really fighting either -- he's not outraged, he's not running away to put as many layers of clothes between them as possible -- weapon pouch or corset, ways to keep them both in their assigned roles.
Naruto knows that it won't last; Sasuke's not going to stop being a weird, frigid, strangely shy asshole in one day. But he's glad -- yes, as awful as it might sound -- for that thing that made his rival-lover-bestfriend so willing to forget his usual boundaries just to get some comfort. Whatever it is -- memory, nightmare, anniversary -- he doesn't care. He crushes on his girlfriend, he loves protecting her and getting her in all sorts of kinky situations, and he really really admire-rivals his best friend, he loves fighting with and against him -- but there's always something missing. Saki doesn't have any of Sasuke's combativeness; Sasuke's spine would break if he only thought about doing half the stuff she does.
This, here and now, this person under him, squirming and struggling not to laugh, flushed and eyes shining with annoyance and relief and gratefulness and the faint hint of tears -- this is one thing he'll have to work long and hard to have for real. But he doesn't care. He still loves Saki-chan and Sasuke, as separate people and as two faces of the same person. He doesn't care.
Him. Her. Whatever.
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joisbishmyoga: ... I just got this mental image of adult!jounin!Sasuke, who crossdresses as Saki-chan whenever he's not on missions, fully in public and it's written off as "yet another jounin nutcase." Kakashi's a porn junkie, Gai's... Gai, Anko... if I understand correctly... is a lush and a nymphomanic, uh... Jiraiya, Tsunade... They all gotta cope. Sasuke's "Saki-chan" mechanism would be WONDERFUL.sarolynne: Plus, it's hardly like there's not precedent. Hell, Orochimaru speaks like a woman and wears makeup.... I don't care how vivid that mental picture is. I'm SO NOT writing it. XD But -- AHH I WANT TO READ IT SO BAD. So, if anyone feels like trying? XD
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*glomps and loves all over you messily*
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you only love me when i write you pr0n.
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X3 *licks*
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... drawing, then? 9_9
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I'm terrible at writing drabbles, because everything wants to turn into a novel, but I'll take you up on this one. Give me an hour or two... ^_^;;
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*steals leash*
whenever you want!! i love you so very much ;__________;
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http://www.livejournal.com/users/chibirisuchan/21388.html#cutid1
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kill me, I just called _Sasuke_ adorable and was not talking of him chibi OMG.Uh. Yes. Well. ... THIS IS AWESOME AND I REALLY CAN'T SAY ANYTHING ELSE THEN THAT. You tickle the side of me that still loves cute and fluffy things. And wake it up. **squashes it** >(no subject
*steals squishy side and tickles it more*
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and that's a total lie, omg you can D:!no subject
*enable enable*
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let it be known I fought the urge. No really. For a good three seconds.no subject
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It's sad that my first thought was "Oh God his poor students will never live that down. They'll have to consult Tenten and Neji on how to handle that kind of horrifying embarrassment."
But--Saki-chan! So cute! *grin* (I'm glad we got to see a little bit more of her, even if it was through semi-coercion.)
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DRABBLE IT FOR ME. I COMMAND YOU.
... please? ;________;
I, uh... i'll
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The three children were all wearing forehead protectors. Tenten's first thought was that whoever decided to graduate them needed to have their pay docked, because if they were trying to hide from her, they failed.
She continued sharpening the kunai in her hand, but raised an eyebrow. The kids caught on a few moments later. They exchanged a look, hesitated, and then the girl huffed and strode across the street to Tenten's bench. The boys followed. All three of them looked a little pale.
"Um. Tenten-san?"
"Yes?" she replied, looking up.
"Ah. We . . . well, we heard that--Gai-san was your team leader? When you were our age?"
Tenten stopped sharpening the kunai and squeezed her eyes shut. He couldn't have agreed to teach another genin team--he'll work himself into a heart attack.
She resisted the urge to press a thumb to the bridge of her nose. "Yes, he was."
"Well. Um. How . . . I mean. . . ." The girl floundered, and gave the boy next to her a dark look.
He valiantly took up the mantle. "How did you deal with it?"
Tenten blinked. "What?"
"See, we have--our team leader is Sasuke-sensei. Er, Saki-sensei. Um." He looked at the second boy, who just shrugged.
Oh, Tenten thought.
. . . Oh.
"You poor kids," she said sympathetically. She stood, brushing off her pants. "Okay, come with me, and we'll get Neji. We'll . . . try to help."
The kids flocked gratefully behind her.
They were about two streets down, and Tenten had just finished explaining that a jounin's behavior didn't necessarily reflect on his/her students, as long as they didn't start acting like her/him, when the second boy said: "Tenten-san? Like, what . . . name are we supposed to call him? Do we have to switch, or. . . ?"
"That," Tenten replied, "I can't tell you. You'll probably have to ask Naruto."
The kids grew slightly paler. Tenten patted the closest one on the head. "You get used to it," she said helpfully.
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It doesn't feel finished, though. more plz? nejiii, neji's reaction plzplzplz ;___;
... okay, so what do you want in exchange?
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Actually, I don't think Neji would do much besides stare at them and then leave Tenten to do the actual helpful stuff. He might suggest they try meditation to help them overlook the fact that their teacher is a loon, but beyond that....
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Tenten (overhelpfully:) "And your sensei is quite talented at inflicting endurance, misery, and privation. On everyone, in fact. So cheer up, you're apparently in the accelerated course to ninja-dom. (We certainly weretoo...)"
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That is totally what Neji would do. And he wouldn't even have the sense to have fun with it, either, that's the sad part. *grin*
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Bitch, please.At least there's no spandex involved."...
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So, yeah, he's still be totally unhelpful.
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Or he could just point them to Lee, and say: "Here. Don't do anything he did, and you'll be fine."
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Actually, yes. That's what he'd do exactly.
For the win!
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Although there is that cyberpunk story that seems to have been consigned to fic-death.... *Bambi eyes*
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*cracks up*
...You know, it would be utterly terrifying if one of them started crossdressing in imitation of Sasuke, the way Lee turned himself into a mini Gai clone.
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(Orochimaru's influence lives on! That's true immortality, right there.)
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That statement for the WIN.
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(rotfl!)
Poor, poor kids... ^_____^ <- evil merciless grin of no pity whatsoever!
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So, if anyone feels like trying? XD
Could I? 'Cause I've got so many ideas that would be fun to play with, with adult Saki-chan/Jounin Sasuke. And students. . . And a teahouse, with Jounin!Naruto. And even an appearence by Anko if I can manage it. . . >_>
You would get credit for everything (except any OCs I might create) and the first look at it!
/desperate begging
I'm so pathetic. And I so should be working on my own stuff (and school work. How the heck am I supposed to write a grammitically correct page long sentence?) but the images won't leave me alone.
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that was so fucking adorable.
naruto/sasuke fluff that doesn't make me cringe.. you are amazing.
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XD thank you. *petpets*
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OMG YES SAKI-CHAN!
When I read the first part of the universe, I was forced to run up the stairs, screaming at my friend "Sasuke! Corset! Stockings! PURSE!" And frightening all the freshmen. I nearly knocked her out by flailing when I saw this drabble.
Now I'm off to love all over the authors who have written the lovely Adult!Jounin!Sasuke drabbles.
The purpose of this entire, incoherent drabble is to tell you how much I admire your writing, and hope you continue your excellent work.
...well, I tried.
I thought I'd try and do this for you, after reading the first two responses.
Granted, my first thought was "Miss Saki Is Missing," but I didn't really want to infringe on where ChibiRisu was taking hers, so I went with my second idea, which I really doubt anyone else would come up with.
I haven't actually written Naruto before -- actually, most recently, I've been doing CLAMPfic. I think it shows.
(And -- drat. I know Mokona'apapa and Nekoi are the character designers, but who's the costume designer in that quartet? Whoever she is, she needs to design the other half of Saki-chan's wardrobe.)
Anyway, here (http://www.livejournal.com/users/luriko_ysabeth/7864.html) is my offering. Warnings for genderfsck, beach, Uchiha commune, and misuse of a starfish. I tried to balance character-as-we-know-it and dozen-years-later, but I may have failed miserably.
At any rate, Asuka-san, this one's for you. :shuffles off like Eeyore.: