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[Recycle] Space Naruto
Working title: Space Naruto also known as, "don't ask me, I suck with titles.
Author: taes
Fandom: Naruto
Genre: AU, sci-fi, action-romance
Warnings: crack? silly stuff.
Disclaimer: Naruto doesn’t belong to me. Not even a little.
Pairings: SasuNaru, NaruSasu? Or whatever the heck you feel like.
Summary: Naruto is the pilot of a space ship-with Sasuke as his captain. Naruto gets sick right before an inspection, and...what will happen?
Author's notes: This was actually written on request, but I didn't have any ideas for it...strange, for me, but I guess the lack of detail to the world killed my interest.
Do what eva' you want, eh? :) continuing from where I left off, rewriting the idea altogether, I don't mind. :)
Untitled
by Taes
****
Naruto sneezed.
Everyone aboard the space vessel ‘Wind Walker’ flinched, their eyes gone wide and shoulders tense.
It was the Captain who growled first. “You,” he turned coal black eyes on the sniffling blond. “Are.”
The remainder of the crew silently edged away from the man.
“The worst pilot I’ve ever met!” the black haired captain snarled. He put one delicate hand to his forehead and groaned quietly. “What did I tell you about the Sound Village’s water supply?”
A thoroughly unhappy frown followed the remark. “I know, I know,” his normally smooth, musical voice was flattened by an obvious infection. The poor blond sniffled again, rubbing half-heartedly at his running nose. “You said ‘it’s not clean, don’t drink it,’ I remember…”
Naruto sneezed again, and the ship responded with a stomach-churning jerk.
With an irritated wave of a hand, the Captain exited.
The remaining two shipmates exchanged glances. Temari sighed wearily at Shikamaru, mouthing, ‘Turn on the autopilot function!’
Shikamaru’s eyes twitched. ‘No. You do it!’ he replied silently.
With a smooth, feline grin, the older girl tilted her head. ‘You’re the fix-it guy aboard, now aren’t you?’ her eyes goaded.
At the head of the ship, Naruto grumbled. “Quit talking about me!” he snapped, turning reddened eyes to the quarreling two.
“And don’t even think about turning the autopilot on!” Naruto, born and raised in Konoha of the Fire Planet, was adamant about this. “No pilot would ever let his skills be questioned, even if-” Naruto hastily grabbed a tissue from the box by his foot, wiping at his nose, “-even if he’s sick or anything stupid like that…”
Shikamaru sighed, and gave Temari an, ‘I told you so,’ glare.
Temari stuck out her tongue in reply.
“I’m a Konoha pilot! I’m the best there is, no question about it!” the blond cheerfully laughed.
Rather than inspiring confidence in the barely licensed kid’s abilities, the stuffed-up sounding laughter made both officers sigh.
The Captain returned to the front, two covered glasses of water in hand. One, he handed to Naruto. The other he nursed, wearily. “You do realize, of course,” he said by way of greeting, “that we have an inspection coming up in two hours?”
Naruto smiled weakly. “…uh, yeah…” he grabbed another tissue. “Come on, it’s just a cold…” as he warily spit into a kleenex, his eyes closed momentarily. The ship nearly flipped.
“Naruto!”
“What?” turning his gaze back to the monitor, Naruto made the proper adjustments. “Geeze, we didn’t crash all night, and I was piloting then-”
Temari sighed. “Naruto, baby, I know that you want to be the best from your planet and all-”
“-I wanna be the Hokage, Temari-”
“Yeah. I know. Anyways. Even they know to use the autopilot on such a small vessel! What if we had a three month long journey, huh? You couldn’t stay up every day and night-”
The returning glower made everyone in the room wonder exactly how the blond would respond to this.
“Naruto, as your Captain, I’m ordering you to bed.” The black haired man promptly drained the remainder of his water.
Naruto’s mouth dropped. “No. Way!” He sneezed, jerking the ship forward. With squinted eyes and an all-out pout, Naruto whined, “Come on, Sasuke…”
But the Uchiha Captain would not relent. “I mean it.” He growled. “Get to your quarters now!”
Naruto rolled his eyes, punched in a quick code, and stood up. “It’s on auto.” He informed the crew. “You happy, now?”
Shikamaru and Temari nodded wordlessly.
Naruto fixed them with an acid glare, his normally handsome features screwed up in a face of displeasure. “Geeze, what kinda friends are-”
“I’d much rather stay alive, Naruto, than feed your already bloated ego…” the engineer mumbled, moving warily into his seat.
Temari snickered. “Exactly.”
Naruto began to move towards the sleeping quarters, but Sasuke wasn’t quite done with his orders. “Naruto, I want you to stop by medical and see Sakura…then you’re to get something mild to eat from Chouji, and sleep for the rest of the day.”
In reply, Naruto raised one finger. “Fuck. You.” He grumbled, and disappeared behind the automatic doors, shaking his head slowly and leaning on one wall.
Temari sighed. “Captain, it might not have been the water…” she offered. “…it may have been his constant lack of sleep that-”
Sasuke’s eyes softened. “Yeah, I know…I’ll talk to him about it.” The Uchiha sighed, running his hand through his hair.
Shikamaru and Temari exchanged glances, wondering exactly how the two would settle the disagreement. It was a well-known fact among the small crew that Naruto sometimes shared his superior’s bed, despite Sakura’s mild reprimanding.
“How long until we reach the Mist Region, navigator?” Sasuke asked finally. His eyes flashed red as he scanned the shifting controls and bright colored lights, memorizing their positions in case of emergency.
Temari coughed lightly. “Ahh, I set the course into the computer last night…” she moved to the closest console. “We should reach the weigh station in…two hours, fifteen minutes.” She winced. “Just a little late…Naruto was probably planning on taking some kind of shortcut…” she glanced at Shikamaru.
The black-haired engineer eyed the older woman irritably. “What?”
Temari gave him a significant glance, as if to say, ‘Don’t you know any shortcuts?’
Shikamaru ignored her, and turned to his Captain. “Why don’t we just get ready for inspection, huh?” he suggested, pulling wearily at his topknot. “I’ll get our passports, paperwork and what-not together…” he headed out of the bridge, and called over his shoulder, “Don’t forget to keep your license for weaponry, magic and piloting on you, Sir…as Captain, you’ll be expected to keep all that crap on your person.”
Sasuke sighed. “Of course.” And he, too, headed off the bridge.
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Author: taes
Fandom: Naruto
Genre: AU, sci-fi, action-romance
Warnings: crack? silly stuff.
Disclaimer: Naruto doesn’t belong to me. Not even a little.
Pairings: SasuNaru, NaruSasu? Or whatever the heck you feel like.
Summary: Naruto is the pilot of a space ship-with Sasuke as his captain. Naruto gets sick right before an inspection, and...what will happen?
Author's notes: This was actually written on request, but I didn't have any ideas for it...strange, for me, but I guess the lack of detail to the world killed my interest.
Do what eva' you want, eh? :) continuing from where I left off, rewriting the idea altogether, I don't mind. :)
Untitled
by Taes
****
Naruto sneezed.
Everyone aboard the space vessel ‘Wind Walker’ flinched, their eyes gone wide and shoulders tense.
It was the Captain who growled first. “You,” he turned coal black eyes on the sniffling blond. “Are.”
The remainder of the crew silently edged away from the man.
“The worst pilot I’ve ever met!” the black haired captain snarled. He put one delicate hand to his forehead and groaned quietly. “What did I tell you about the Sound Village’s water supply?”
A thoroughly unhappy frown followed the remark. “I know, I know,” his normally smooth, musical voice was flattened by an obvious infection. The poor blond sniffled again, rubbing half-heartedly at his running nose. “You said ‘it’s not clean, don’t drink it,’ I remember…”
Naruto sneezed again, and the ship responded with a stomach-churning jerk.
With an irritated wave of a hand, the Captain exited.
The remaining two shipmates exchanged glances. Temari sighed wearily at Shikamaru, mouthing, ‘Turn on the autopilot function!’
Shikamaru’s eyes twitched. ‘No. You do it!’ he replied silently.
With a smooth, feline grin, the older girl tilted her head. ‘You’re the fix-it guy aboard, now aren’t you?’ her eyes goaded.
At the head of the ship, Naruto grumbled. “Quit talking about me!” he snapped, turning reddened eyes to the quarreling two.
“And don’t even think about turning the autopilot on!” Naruto, born and raised in Konoha of the Fire Planet, was adamant about this. “No pilot would ever let his skills be questioned, even if-” Naruto hastily grabbed a tissue from the box by his foot, wiping at his nose, “-even if he’s sick or anything stupid like that…”
Shikamaru sighed, and gave Temari an, ‘I told you so,’ glare.
Temari stuck out her tongue in reply.
“I’m a Konoha pilot! I’m the best there is, no question about it!” the blond cheerfully laughed.
Rather than inspiring confidence in the barely licensed kid’s abilities, the stuffed-up sounding laughter made both officers sigh.
The Captain returned to the front, two covered glasses of water in hand. One, he handed to Naruto. The other he nursed, wearily. “You do realize, of course,” he said by way of greeting, “that we have an inspection coming up in two hours?”
Naruto smiled weakly. “…uh, yeah…” he grabbed another tissue. “Come on, it’s just a cold…” as he warily spit into a kleenex, his eyes closed momentarily. The ship nearly flipped.
“Naruto!”
“What?” turning his gaze back to the monitor, Naruto made the proper adjustments. “Geeze, we didn’t crash all night, and I was piloting then-”
Temari sighed. “Naruto, baby, I know that you want to be the best from your planet and all-”
“-I wanna be the Hokage, Temari-”
“Yeah. I know. Anyways. Even they know to use the autopilot on such a small vessel! What if we had a three month long journey, huh? You couldn’t stay up every day and night-”
The returning glower made everyone in the room wonder exactly how the blond would respond to this.
“Naruto, as your Captain, I’m ordering you to bed.” The black haired man promptly drained the remainder of his water.
Naruto’s mouth dropped. “No. Way!” He sneezed, jerking the ship forward. With squinted eyes and an all-out pout, Naruto whined, “Come on, Sasuke…”
But the Uchiha Captain would not relent. “I mean it.” He growled. “Get to your quarters now!”
Naruto rolled his eyes, punched in a quick code, and stood up. “It’s on auto.” He informed the crew. “You happy, now?”
Shikamaru and Temari nodded wordlessly.
Naruto fixed them with an acid glare, his normally handsome features screwed up in a face of displeasure. “Geeze, what kinda friends are-”
“I’d much rather stay alive, Naruto, than feed your already bloated ego…” the engineer mumbled, moving warily into his seat.
Temari snickered. “Exactly.”
Naruto began to move towards the sleeping quarters, but Sasuke wasn’t quite done with his orders. “Naruto, I want you to stop by medical and see Sakura…then you’re to get something mild to eat from Chouji, and sleep for the rest of the day.”
In reply, Naruto raised one finger. “Fuck. You.” He grumbled, and disappeared behind the automatic doors, shaking his head slowly and leaning on one wall.
Temari sighed. “Captain, it might not have been the water…” she offered. “…it may have been his constant lack of sleep that-”
Sasuke’s eyes softened. “Yeah, I know…I’ll talk to him about it.” The Uchiha sighed, running his hand through his hair.
Shikamaru and Temari exchanged glances, wondering exactly how the two would settle the disagreement. It was a well-known fact among the small crew that Naruto sometimes shared his superior’s bed, despite Sakura’s mild reprimanding.
“How long until we reach the Mist Region, navigator?” Sasuke asked finally. His eyes flashed red as he scanned the shifting controls and bright colored lights, memorizing their positions in case of emergency.
Temari coughed lightly. “Ahh, I set the course into the computer last night…” she moved to the closest console. “We should reach the weigh station in…two hours, fifteen minutes.” She winced. “Just a little late…Naruto was probably planning on taking some kind of shortcut…” she glanced at Shikamaru.
The black-haired engineer eyed the older woman irritably. “What?”
Temari gave him a significant glance, as if to say, ‘Don’t you know any shortcuts?’
Shikamaru ignored her, and turned to his Captain. “Why don’t we just get ready for inspection, huh?” he suggested, pulling wearily at his topknot. “I’ll get our passports, paperwork and what-not together…” he headed out of the bridge, and called over his shoulder, “Don’t forget to keep your license for weaponry, magic and piloting on you, Sir…as Captain, you’ll be expected to keep all that crap on your person.”
Sasuke sighed. “Of course.” And he, too, headed off the bridge.
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