Fic: A Man On A Mission
Title: A Man On A Mission
Pairing(s): Sasuke/Naruto
Rating: T
Warnings: Sexual references, mentions of homosexual desires, awkward humour
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any respective partners.
Summary: He was on a mission to succeed. A mission to be the best. A mission to get into Uchiha Sasuke's pants heart!
Word count: 2,932
I found this yesterday and ran a quick eye over it to improve. This is a sample of my writing that is a year old; enjoy!
Uzumaki Naruto was a man on a mission.
A self assigned mission of perilous risk.
A mission that no one else could do. Well, he hoped they couldn't anyway.
He was on a mission to succeed. A mission to be the best. A mission to get into Uchiha Sasuke's pants heart! A mission to march right up to that bastard and smash their lips together! A mission he could not - no way no how -- complete could complete if he just got out of that toilet stall!
Naruto heaved a deep sigh and hung his head; his hands that had been fiercely clenched with determination only moments prior went limp. He leant against the stall wall and cursed to himself in a long and loud groan that had the only other boy in the bathroom worried for either his life or his virginity. Yeah, that's right the dick didn't even worry about poor Naruto!
It must have been about three months ago that Uzumaki Naruto had realised his feelings towards Sasuke had been a little if not a lot more than friendly rivalry and only one week ago yesterday did he finally decide that if he didn't act on his feelings now then he would live in regret. If there was anything the energetic, procrastinating, social pimp of a blue eyed blond couldn't take; it was regret. So, in light of this, he had then decided that he would no longer be a procrastinator! No, he would be something better!
Something along the lines of Sasuke's fuck buddy! friend with benefits! bitch! lover or boyfriend! Yes, that is what he would be!
However, something like that is easier said than done; like scooping steamed salmon out of a saucepan with a fork.
Uchiha Sasuke, also known as the bastard with an icicle up his rectum, was...well, he had an icicle up his rectum, what do you suppose he's like?
If you thought 'unapproachable' you were right.
Oh yes, Sasuke wasn't one of the easiest people to be around. One of these reasons was because of the hoard of girls that surrounded him at all times and stealthily took down anyone that came close to their precious bastard; a little like ninja but with less choreographed fighting scenes. Another was if Sasuke wasn't surrounded by his fan girls then he was somewhere they couldn't (and therefore nobody else could, either) find him. Oh, and don't even suggest cornering him in a bathroom. For one, Uchiha Sasuke of the prestigious Uchiha household does not use public bathrooms, and two, the fan girls would follow him into there. Why yes, they are creepy and perverted, aren't they?
Naruto sighed and unlocked the stall, opening the door with a loud squeak and picking up his school bag before moving over to wash his hands. A rather porky and short 11 year old who was washing his hands in the next sink over stared at the rumpled looking blond with fear in his little green eyes before fleeing the bathroom in haste.
Naruto looked in the mirror to check if he had something on his face.
Fortunately for him he was still as good looking as ever. Wonderfully thick blonde eyebrows matching gorgeously long eyelashes framed picturesquely blue eyes. A nose that only had a slight kink in it from where it had been broken and later reset in a fight with aforementioned ice prince led down to a set of wonderfully plump lips parted to show dazzlingly white and straight teeth. Oh, and during one amazingly drunk night out he had managed to get three whiskers tattooed on each cheek. But hey, he didn't mind, it just gave him another reason to call himself 'foxy.'
Ohh yeah...
Naruto chuckled at himself, slinging his bag over one shoulder and fluffing up his hair before moving towards the bathroom door. He froze at the quickly approaching sounds of none other than the dreaded fan girls with their 'kyaa kyaa' and their 'Sasuke-kun, I want your babies' and their 'back off billboard brow, he's mine!'
A shudder ran through his frame.
All confidence gained from his gussy up left his system. Once again, Naruto hung his head before pushing open the door and padding out.
Oh, and there he was! Dark hair that, he knew from experience, was thick and soft on good days, warm in the sun and smelt like vanilla, and pale almost translucent skin that wasn't too delicate rough sex ahoy! and beautiful dark eyes. Oh how he could just gaze into those eyes; drown in their mysterious brown depths. Naruto knew that on cloudy days when Sasuke sat on a bench with a book they were black from lack of light, but when the sun shone and he was eating tomatoes they glimmered with shades of gold and russet, much like the scarf of the girl who had just tripped over and was being trampled by ravenous obsessive vixens as they all fought over the cold bastard who was walking his way.
Naruto could only gape as Uchiha Sasuke walked past; receiving a slight tilt of the head in his direction of acknowledgement and one hundred death glares. And a wave from Sakura.
He waved back wildly, a grin stretching his cheeks wide.
Oh, and did you hear that? That was the sound of all the girls in the school sighing because next to the Uchiha he was the cat's pyjamas.
Don't deny it; you at home secretly swooned too.
Oh, school days, how he would miss them when he was older.
But for now Naruto had to make his way towards the courtyard where he could scrounge food off friends until the perfect opportunity to jump Sasuke arose. And so, with one last glance at the mob moving down the hallway, Naruto sighed, smiled forlornly, and took off towards the great outdoors.
*
It was loud outside; louder than the halls of the English block Naruto had been in previously, anyway. Teenagers of all ages yelped, ran, ambled, laughed, hit each other and played ping pong, the noise travelling straight to the benches occupied by about five different young men who, with their untidy uniforms barely hanging off their bodies, sprawled out over the wood, earphones in, gaming consoles out, yo-yo's zooming up and down.
Naruto would like to introduce you to his closer friends in the school.
There was Kiba, who interestingly had also suffered from the tattooing drunken night out and sported a large red fang on either cheek; he, however, had to cover them with foundation each day or else get a note excusing him for the time being from his mother. You should have seen they way the others laughed when they had recovered from their hangovers. He was probably the most raucous of the group, Naruto himself coming up a close second, and could usually be found smashing the buttons of his Nintendo DS and swearing loudly at the screen.
Then there was Shikamaru. Mellowed, laid back, lazy, extremely intelligent; all of those words and phrases could be used to explain him. His favourite hobbies were watching the clouds and sleeping. Enough said.
His best friend was Chouji. A little on the tubby side, Chouji enjoys to eat. A lot. And is sensitive about his weight. He likes butterflies.
Yeah, Naruto has to say that he didn't really know Chouji all that well.
The last one was a guy named Shino. He wore glasses and popped up his collar to hide his neck. Naruto swears he is a vampire or something, but if you say a word to Shino about...well, anything, you'll end up talking about bugs. Shino likes bugs. But hey, he's quiet and calming and has something that looks like it's building up into an afro perched atop his head. The positives tend to make up for what little negatives there are.
All together and tied up with the superlative bow that is Naruto himself, the friends were, in all sense of the word, cool. Ice cool.
However, as they sprawled out on the warm and worn wood of the courtyard bench, squeezed in with Shikamaru lain over the table top, gazing up at the sky, it was apparent that they weren't exactly the most popular kids in town. Nor did they have any girlfriends or, hey, boyfriends - whatever floats your boat - and quite a few of them were missing a parent or two. Still, to Naruto that didn't change their rank of cool on the table of cool created by the cool-master in cool land. They were ice cool.
Ice cool like the icicle stuck up Sasuke's ass that was keeping him straight as a ramrod as he sat on a bench opposite with his back turned to them and a sandwich in hand. Smelt like tomatoes and pig tongue if you asked Naruto.
Naruto sighed, his eyes trained on the back of Sasuke's head and his other senses tracking the fan girls as they circled the area in squads of two or three, talking in hushed tones. There was no way that he could put his plan into action with the crowd they had around them. On five occasions he had been subtly dragged away from his goal throughout the day and having a sixth wasn't an option. However, as lunch came closer to its end, Naruto realised that there was only one chance. To somehow corner Sasuke on his own. And he had the perfect plan for just doing that.
You see, throughout the years of sitting close to if not next to the bastard, Naruto had noticed one thing; they did not talk. Therefore talking was out of the option. But they did fight. Oh, they fought a lot. Man, you should see them go at it! Punches fly, kicks zoom, noses bleed...for more than one reason. Oh, how they fought...And after these fights how they sat in angry silence as they waited for the nurse to let them in and treat them. And then how they waited again to be shouted at by a deputy head of some sort.
Those moments were pure gold. So, it was with confidence that Naruto chucked a piece of wood at the absolutely smokin' hot pale dickwad. It was with confidence that he did it again because Sasuke didn't react the first time. It was with confidence that he shouted a 'Yo, Teme, pay attention to me when I'm chuckin' wood at ya'!' And it was with confidence that, after receiving no reply even after that taunt, he stood up and strode towards the other, now having caught the attention of his friends and the fan girls.
Before he could even tap the other on the shoulder his wrist was grabbed and yanked so that Naruto awkwardly stumbled forwards, jabbing his leg on the side of the bench table and leaning over.
"Are you trying to pick a fight, Dobe?" Was hissed close to his ear. He could smell the tomatoes on the others breath.
It was without confidence that he replied with a meek, 'Yes?'
The fight that followed was, without a doubt, odd, awkward, painful and without a winner. Sasuke's lunch ended up on the floor when he was pushed back onto it, Naruto gained a splinter or three, a nasty bruise was going to form on Sasuke's side from a punch, Naruto was going to have a black eye and both of them had a mixture of scratches, stains and plenty of bruises on their shins.
No winner came that fight. Except possibly Naruto as they were broken up by a teacher and sent off to the nurses office, because, you know, Naruto always wins even if he loses.
Oh some people may tell you that the Golden Hours are when the sun casts a golden glow on the world at sunrise or sunset; Naruto would tell you it was time spent alone with Sasuke.
They had limped into the nurses office, and at their state she had just sighed, shook her head, grumbled an 'I'm not even going to ask' under her breath, and left to get forms she would need.
Naruto took his customary seat in the corner and Sasuke took one by the door. All Naruto would have to do was slide over and he'd be halfway to paradise.
Oh, joy!
"What the fuck was that for?" The Uchiha hissed as Naruto straightened up in his seat. Now was his chance! Uzumaki Naruto could finally succeed in his mission!
"To get your a-" Naruto cut short as a receptionist bustled into the room, lay down a red slip on the desk, and then hurried back out very rudely leaving the door wide open. Naruto shuffled over one seat, leant over and pushed the door closed with his good arm, purposely brushing the back of his hand against Sasuke's chest as he retracted.
"To get your attention." He answered, leaning close to the other to try and get a waft of vanilla scented hair.
"My attention?"
"Your attention." Naruto repeated, confused as he got a breath full of mint. "You changed your shampoo." He frowned.
Sasuke eyed him. "Why didn't you just call my name?"
"I did! You wouldn't pay attention to me when I threw wood at your head and you didn't pay attention to me when I called your name, how else was I supposed to get your attention?" Naruto gazed at the stitching of Sasuke's shirt. "Is that a new shirt, too?"
Sasuke shuffled away. "My name's not 'Teme', dobe."
"Yeah, and mine ain't 'Dobe'! It's Uzumaki Naruto, remember that!" You'll be screaming it later.
Sasuke gave Naruto another glare. "I know your name, baka."
There was a moment of silence as Naruto tried to think of a comeback and failed, leaning back into his seat instead.
"Why do we insult each other in Japanese?" He asked, crossing his arms defensively. Somewhere in the vestiges of his conscious a little voice screamed in its squeaky voice, 'Noooo! You're missing your chance!' He thought it may be his libido.
"I think it has something to do with that argument we had back in year eight about our roots." Sasuke moved back into his seat and Naruto didn't notice his abnormally quick breathing.
"Oh yeah...That was kinda fun." Naruto smiled a winning smile. Winning smiles never lose; that's why they're called 'winning' smiles. Sasuke gave a small smile back. But, if you hadn't been obsessively watching Sasuke like Naruto had from the moment he set eyes on him, you probably wouldn't have classed it as a smile. Something more like a twitch and sneer and look of utter disgust. But it was a smile! The aforementioned squeaky voice guarantees it!
The pause between both boys was peaceful as they came down from their fighting high, but it was soon broken by Naruto as he tried his best to subtly urge Sasuke into asking why he wanted his attention.
"So, yeah...I did it to get your attention." A blatant glance was thrown in Sasuke's direction who harrumphed and rolled him eyes.
"Oh? Why?" His arms crossed too and Naruto's heart thumped wildly in his chest, his stomach flipped and tripped and melted, he felt as if he was going to be sick.
"B-Because..." A deep breath, "BecauseIreallylikeyouy'knowandI'vebeentryingtogetyourattentionbutit'sreallyhardwithallofthose-" A gasp for breath, "-fangirlsallwaysaroundyouallofthetimesoIhadtothinkofawaytogetyouonyourownsothatIcouldtalktoyou-" Pant, pant, gasp, "-andtellyouthatIlikeyouandyouprobablydidn'tunderstandanythingofwhatIjustsaid...did you?"
Sasuke was, unsurprisingly for someone who was freezing from the inside out, silent. Naruto's stomach reformed and knotted as he laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head.
The silence that followed was unpleasant.
And it lasted for a week.
*
Uchiha Sasuke was a man on a mission.
A self assigned mission of perilous risk.
A mission that no one else could do. Well, he hoped they couldn't anyway.
He was on a mission to succeed. A mission to be the best. A mission to get into Uzumaki Naruto's pants heart! A mission to march right up to that idiot and smash their lips together! A mission he could maybe complete if he just got out of that toilet stall!
Uchiha Sasuke glared at the green plastic of the door. He was standing in the centre of the stall, afraid to touch the walls and wondering just how he had got there as the flush of a urinal sounded.
Uchiha Sasuke didn't go into public bathrooms. Uchiha Sasuke did not get nervous over confronting idiots about their feelings - he did that every day. Uchiha Sasuke didn't need to prove anything to Uzumaki Naruto who, one week ago, professed some sort of love to him.
But the thing was, he was still there and he was still a nervous wreck and he still couldn't shake last night's and the night before's and the night before that's dream. Dreams of caressing the skin, not breaking, of hot lip on lip action, not painful knuckle on lip action, of rocking together sensually until release, not of kicking each other until they released the others wrists.
It made Sasuke shiver with longing just thinking about it.
So, taking a deep breath and calming down, Sasuke opened the stall door and walked over to the sinks, washing and sanitizing his hands with his own emergency supply of soap - one could never be too careful you know - before leaving the room and walking out into the corridor, which incidentally smelt of very feminine spray and made him cough lightly into his hand. Then, with a deep breath and a cautious glance at the gaggles of girls that had been waiting for his emergence, sad fools, he set off to find the certain blond he needed to.
End.