[Naruto] Learning From Mistakes, PG-13, Drama, SasuNaruSasu
Learning From Mistakes
Naruto, NaruSasu, PG-13, 838 words
Four years has changed Naruto a lot and Sasuke's not sure he can handle it.
For the sasunaru100 challenge:
#4: AU, teacher/student, SasuNaru or NaruSasu
Learning From Mistakes
by meitachi
The door clattered as Naruto slid it shut behind him, eyes hooded and trained on the figure behind the desk, shifting in the afternoon shadows of the classroom. Dark eyes met his and Naruto growled, low in his throat, leaving the door to cross the room in long strides, his steps heavy with purpose. He slammed his palms down on top of the desk, barely feeling the hot sting as he leaned forward.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he snarled.
“Watch your mouth,” was the cool response. Sasuke leaned back into his chair, looking utterly indolent. “I could report you for that.” He raised an eyebrow as Naruto growled again, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “I’m your history teacher, dumbass.”
Naruto’s hands clenched into fists. “You’re barely five years older than me. How the hell did you become a teacher? Why the hell did you have to come here, of all places?”
Sasuke’s gaze weighed him silently. Clearly, the blond hadn’t forgiven his neighbor for abandoning him for college four years ago. They had parted on bad terms, a junior high delinquent who had found a neighbor willing to rough him up and still like him, who had forced a desperate first-kiss lesson from a mouth whose mocking words were more jest than truth, and a rising college student who suddenly felt like maybe his purpose in life was not supposed to be this rough-edged, soft-hearted, violent, loud, perfect mistake. He could remember the chilly spring breeze from the day he said goodbye and the blazing hatred in those eyes that had burned him to the bone.
Four years was a long time.
“I came here to teach history, idiot,” he said abruptly, sitting forward. The half-smile fell off his face as he picked up his pen. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Uzumaki, I have work to do.”
Naruto snatched his pen and threw it aside, taking no note when it clattered against the wall and dropped to the floor. “Sasuke,” he said angrily, voice low. “You’re a fucking bastard.” His eyes were flashing.
“That’s ‘Uchiha-sensei’ to you,” Sasuke corrected him, recalling against his will the whining pitch of his name that he had finally caved to, four years ago, agreeing to show the brat how to kiss properly so he “wouldn’t let down Sakura-chan,” who hadn’t even given him a look in his entire thirteen-year-old life. He wondered if things had changed now. Naruto had certainly grown up.
“Fuck. You.” Naruto fisted his right hand in Sasuke’s crisp white shirt and dark blue tie with his family crest, and jerked him forward, bringing their mouths together in a hard, painful collision. He kissed fiercely and, Sasuke noted with a twinge of annoyance, with far more skill than he had four years ago. He’d obviously been practicing.
Sasuke shoved him away. “Don’t do that,” he said, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth. He had risen to his feet. “I’m your teacher.”
“The hell you are!” Naruto rounded the desk to invade his personal space, backing him up against the chalkboard. “I can’t believe you left, you bastard. After making all those promises!” His breath was harsh against Sasuke’s face, arms raised and propped against the board, pinning Sasuke between a rock and a hard place.
He’s taller than me now, Sasuke thought, and then set his jaw. “I went to university,” he said. He refused to feel guilty, even though part of him already knew it was a lost cause. Naruto was too good at drawing out unbidden and unwanted emotions.
“In America!” Naruto made it sound as if it were an entirely different planet, perhaps in another galaxy altogether. His eyes were accusing.
Dust motes were floating in the sunlight streaking in through the windows and Sasuke was staring at them rather than Naruto’s face. “Shut up,” he said, and he couldn’t look into Naruto’s eyes when he was lying, “I don’t owe you anything.”
Naruto drew in a sharp breath and moved, violently, suddenly, and Sasuke thought he was going to get hit. He steeled himself for it but Naruto only moved back, away from him, abruptly. He ran a hand through his hair, his entire appearance giving off the look of disheveled insolence, uniform jacket hanging open and the buttons at the neck of his shirt undone, baring his collarbone. “God,” he said, giving Sasuke a disgusted look. “I hate you so much.”
Sasuke remembered the awkward kisses four years ago, and his gentle coaching, interspersed with good-natured taunts and laughter, with Naruto’s hair soft between his fingers and that foul mouth occupied for once. He remembered the blue, blue eyes narrowed in concentration and then a sort of bewildered lust, and he remembered hating himself when he slid his hands over undeveloped planes and angles, warm and yielding to his touch.
“I hate you too,” he said. He slumped back into his chair. “Now get the hell out of here before I give you detention.”
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Started/Finished: 05.29.2006
...Yes. I do write too much. Um. I BLAME THE MONTH OF MAY. D:
Naruto, NaruSasu, PG-13, 838 words
Four years has changed Naruto a lot and Sasuke's not sure he can handle it.
For the sasunaru100 challenge:
#4: AU, teacher/student, SasuNaru or NaruSasu
Learning From Mistakes
by meitachi
The door clattered as Naruto slid it shut behind him, eyes hooded and trained on the figure behind the desk, shifting in the afternoon shadows of the classroom. Dark eyes met his and Naruto growled, low in his throat, leaving the door to cross the room in long strides, his steps heavy with purpose. He slammed his palms down on top of the desk, barely feeling the hot sting as he leaned forward.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he snarled.
“Watch your mouth,” was the cool response. Sasuke leaned back into his chair, looking utterly indolent. “I could report you for that.” He raised an eyebrow as Naruto growled again, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “I’m your history teacher, dumbass.”
Naruto’s hands clenched into fists. “You’re barely five years older than me. How the hell did you become a teacher? Why the hell did you have to come here, of all places?”
Sasuke’s gaze weighed him silently. Clearly, the blond hadn’t forgiven his neighbor for abandoning him for college four years ago. They had parted on bad terms, a junior high delinquent who had found a neighbor willing to rough him up and still like him, who had forced a desperate first-kiss lesson from a mouth whose mocking words were more jest than truth, and a rising college student who suddenly felt like maybe his purpose in life was not supposed to be this rough-edged, soft-hearted, violent, loud, perfect mistake. He could remember the chilly spring breeze from the day he said goodbye and the blazing hatred in those eyes that had burned him to the bone.
Four years was a long time.
“I came here to teach history, idiot,” he said abruptly, sitting forward. The half-smile fell off his face as he picked up his pen. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Uzumaki, I have work to do.”
Naruto snatched his pen and threw it aside, taking no note when it clattered against the wall and dropped to the floor. “Sasuke,” he said angrily, voice low. “You’re a fucking bastard.” His eyes were flashing.
“That’s ‘Uchiha-sensei’ to you,” Sasuke corrected him, recalling against his will the whining pitch of his name that he had finally caved to, four years ago, agreeing to show the brat how to kiss properly so he “wouldn’t let down Sakura-chan,” who hadn’t even given him a look in his entire thirteen-year-old life. He wondered if things had changed now. Naruto had certainly grown up.
“Fuck. You.” Naruto fisted his right hand in Sasuke’s crisp white shirt and dark blue tie with his family crest, and jerked him forward, bringing their mouths together in a hard, painful collision. He kissed fiercely and, Sasuke noted with a twinge of annoyance, with far more skill than he had four years ago. He’d obviously been practicing.
Sasuke shoved him away. “Don’t do that,” he said, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth. He had risen to his feet. “I’m your teacher.”
“The hell you are!” Naruto rounded the desk to invade his personal space, backing him up against the chalkboard. “I can’t believe you left, you bastard. After making all those promises!” His breath was harsh against Sasuke’s face, arms raised and propped against the board, pinning Sasuke between a rock and a hard place.
He’s taller than me now, Sasuke thought, and then set his jaw. “I went to university,” he said. He refused to feel guilty, even though part of him already knew it was a lost cause. Naruto was too good at drawing out unbidden and unwanted emotions.
“In America!” Naruto made it sound as if it were an entirely different planet, perhaps in another galaxy altogether. His eyes were accusing.
Dust motes were floating in the sunlight streaking in through the windows and Sasuke was staring at them rather than Naruto’s face. “Shut up,” he said, and he couldn’t look into Naruto’s eyes when he was lying, “I don’t owe you anything.”
Naruto drew in a sharp breath and moved, violently, suddenly, and Sasuke thought he was going to get hit. He steeled himself for it but Naruto only moved back, away from him, abruptly. He ran a hand through his hair, his entire appearance giving off the look of disheveled insolence, uniform jacket hanging open and the buttons at the neck of his shirt undone, baring his collarbone. “God,” he said, giving Sasuke a disgusted look. “I hate you so much.”
Sasuke remembered the awkward kisses four years ago, and his gentle coaching, interspersed with good-natured taunts and laughter, with Naruto’s hair soft between his fingers and that foul mouth occupied for once. He remembered the blue, blue eyes narrowed in concentration and then a sort of bewildered lust, and he remembered hating himself when he slid his hands over undeveloped planes and angles, warm and yielding to his touch.
“I hate you too,” he said. He slumped back into his chair. “Now get the hell out of here before I give you detention.”
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Started/Finished: 05.29.2006
...Yes. I do write too much. Um. I BLAME THE MONTH OF MAY. D: