(Fic:) Naruto: Love Now, Hurt Later 3/? (SasuNaru, ItaKaka, slight ItaSasu)
Title: Love Now, Hurt Later 3/?
Author: iff_u_loved_me
Genre: Naruto
Pairing: SasuNaru, ItaKaka, slight ItaSasu
Rating: pg
Warning(s): none
Disclaimer: Belongs to Masashi Kishimoto
Summary: AU. Itachi and Sasuke have returned at last to their old neighorhood. They're trying to start over. But old memories resurface and confrontations are unavoidable. The Uchiha brothers were looking for quiet, but they might've found love instead. The question is: will they recognize it?
Word Count: 1157
A/N: The more comments I get- the faster the updates...So comments?
Previous Chapters: one two
Naruto has a problem. He woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Granted, it’s the first day of school and summer fun is no more. But that’s not what’s bothering Naruto. His dream. Naruto knows it’s not unusual for guys his age to have those kinds of dreams because everyone his age thinks about sex constantly. Only, the person in Naruto’s dream wasn’t a girl. It was a boy. And even that isn’t so bad. It’s who he dreamed of. That stupid boy with that stupid shy smile which made his heart spun and swirl, do stupid summersaults.
Kiba jogs into the classroom and spots the blonde. “Yes, we’re in the same homeroom!” Kiba is thrilled, but not that surprised- he and Naruto have been in the same homeroom since forever. Kiba thinks this is maybe a sign that they’re meant to be together, and is just on the verge on commenting in a blithe tone when he sees that expression in Naruto’s baby blues. So he says. “Hey, man. You okay?” Kiba taps Naruto on the shoulder and is greeted with a jolt and a fake smile. Naruto then puts on his head phones and closes his eyes, signaling that Kiba should buzz off.
Fine, Kiba thinks to himself, I’ll just declare my undying love for you another day. Because…I know that look. He doesn’t understand what Naruto is thinking about when he gets that self-hating, torn what-did-I-do-to-deserve-this look on his usually energetic face. But he knows Naruto isn’t himself when he’s like this. Why Naruto should feel this way, Kiba has no idea. Naruto is the most popular, sought after guy in school (and we’re not just talking girls- Kiba, for instance, would not mind getting ‘drunk’ and becoming gay for a night. Something about that halo of sunlight for hair, that killer, Crest-toothpaste ad smile, those muscles that aren’t too big to be disgusting…Something about being putty in those large, tan hands…Kiba feels himself getting hard and decides he has to stop thinking about Naruto in that way - and it’s only the first day!). While most people dread coming to school, Naruto loves it. And why not? He’s treated like royalty here. He’s captain of Konoha High’s swim team, and president of student body. Everyone thinks he’s the greatest thing since sex.
“What’s with Sunny? Looks like someone reported a rain shower or something.”
Kiba jumps. “Jesus Gaara, you really have to stop doing that!” He pauses. “Do you know about the others?”
Gaara shrugs. “Probably with us. Doesn’t administration always do that?”
“Naruto’s father Iruka probably has something to do with it, because he works here and stuff.” Kiba considers what Gaara first said. “I’m not sure, actually. Naruto is just quiet sometimes.”
“It’s hard to believe,” Shino mutters, striding into the room with Shikamaru. His collar is flipped, Kiba notices, making him look somewhat cool and somewhat deranged. And he’s wearing his sunglasses. What a surprise, Kiba thinks mockingly without an inch of genuine surprise.
Shikamaru adds, “He’s usually so hyperactive. How troublesome.”
“I wonder if anyone else besides us notices,” Kiba muses.
“Probably not. Or if they do, they pretend not to. Imagination is a pretty powerful thing.” Shikamaru, let it be known, is known for sprouting occasionally ‘deep’ things.
“You talk to him, Kiba. You’re his best friend,” Shino prods.
Kiba sighs and pokes Naruto in the arm. Naruto blinks his eyes open and half glares at Kiba. He notices his other friends and takes off the headphones.
“Hey guys,” he greets, flashing them with a toothy smile that glistens to onlookers but to his friends, just seems tired.
“Yo, man, what’cha thinking about?” Kiba asks him.
“Nothing,” is the automatic and not unexpected response.
“Whoa, two-clock! Check him out.”
Three heads turn and Naruto follows their lead, eyes slit in forced light-hearted fun, and his face pales. It’s the guy from his dream.
“Is that-“
“Sasuke Uchiha? Yeah, I think so. He looks familiar.”
“He’s hot.”
Naruto doesn’t say it aloud. It’s way too complicated to explain to his friends, and to himself. Why does he have such a visceral reaction to that spiky black hair? It’s not right…
He blinks a couple of times even as his heart thuds in his chest, each pulse making him feel two opposing reactions. He wants to run far away so he won'thave to see, won't have to face this traitor. But he also wants to jump up and throw his arms around the gangly form of his ex-best friend. He wants to know if Sasuke isas thin as he looks, wants to ask if he’d been eating okay - if Itachi has yet to smile - or if his heart is still frozen.
And then they make eye contact. Naruto can feel himself get hard- is thankful he was sitting down.
Sasuke looks away, twin chips of black ice unfreezing him finally and Naruto feels cold all over. Those eyes…No more laughter or happiness - only boredom and chilling discontentment. Just like Itachi’s.
Naruto’s fists clench and he hides them beneath the desk. He closes his eyes, silently praying even though he isn'treligious: I know becoming like Itachi was your dream, but please…Tell me you still have a heart…
TBC
Author: iff_u_loved_me
Genre: Naruto
Pairing: SasuNaru, ItaKaka, slight ItaSasu
Rating: pg
Warning(s): none
Disclaimer: Belongs to Masashi Kishimoto
Summary: AU. Itachi and Sasuke have returned at last to their old neighorhood. They're trying to start over. But old memories resurface and confrontations are unavoidable. The Uchiha brothers were looking for quiet, but they might've found love instead. The question is: will they recognize it?
Word Count: 1157
A/N: The more comments I get- the faster the updates...So comments?
Previous Chapters: one two
Naruto has a problem. He woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Granted, it’s the first day of school and summer fun is no more. But that’s not what’s bothering Naruto. His dream. Naruto knows it’s not unusual for guys his age to have those kinds of dreams because everyone his age thinks about sex constantly. Only, the person in Naruto’s dream wasn’t a girl. It was a boy. And even that isn’t so bad. It’s who he dreamed of. That stupid boy with that stupid shy smile which made his heart spun and swirl, do stupid summersaults.
Kiba jogs into the classroom and spots the blonde. “Yes, we’re in the same homeroom!” Kiba is thrilled, but not that surprised- he and Naruto have been in the same homeroom since forever. Kiba thinks this is maybe a sign that they’re meant to be together, and is just on the verge on commenting in a blithe tone when he sees that expression in Naruto’s baby blues. So he says. “Hey, man. You okay?” Kiba taps Naruto on the shoulder and is greeted with a jolt and a fake smile. Naruto then puts on his head phones and closes his eyes, signaling that Kiba should buzz off.
Fine, Kiba thinks to himself, I’ll just declare my undying love for you another day. Because…I know that look. He doesn’t understand what Naruto is thinking about when he gets that self-hating, torn what-did-I-do-to-deserve-this look on his usually energetic face. But he knows Naruto isn’t himself when he’s like this. Why Naruto should feel this way, Kiba has no idea. Naruto is the most popular, sought after guy in school (and we’re not just talking girls- Kiba, for instance, would not mind getting ‘drunk’ and becoming gay for a night. Something about that halo of sunlight for hair, that killer, Crest-toothpaste ad smile, those muscles that aren’t too big to be disgusting…Something about being putty in those large, tan hands…Kiba feels himself getting hard and decides he has to stop thinking about Naruto in that way - and it’s only the first day!). While most people dread coming to school, Naruto loves it. And why not? He’s treated like royalty here. He’s captain of Konoha High’s swim team, and president of student body. Everyone thinks he’s the greatest thing since sex.
“What’s with Sunny? Looks like someone reported a rain shower or something.”
Kiba jumps. “Jesus Gaara, you really have to stop doing that!” He pauses. “Do you know about the others?”
Gaara shrugs. “Probably with us. Doesn’t administration always do that?”
“Naruto’s father Iruka probably has something to do with it, because he works here and stuff.” Kiba considers what Gaara first said. “I’m not sure, actually. Naruto is just quiet sometimes.”
“It’s hard to believe,” Shino mutters, striding into the room with Shikamaru. His collar is flipped, Kiba notices, making him look somewhat cool and somewhat deranged. And he’s wearing his sunglasses. What a surprise, Kiba thinks mockingly without an inch of genuine surprise.
Shikamaru adds, “He’s usually so hyperactive. How troublesome.”
“I wonder if anyone else besides us notices,” Kiba muses.
“Probably not. Or if they do, they pretend not to. Imagination is a pretty powerful thing.” Shikamaru, let it be known, is known for sprouting occasionally ‘deep’ things.
“You talk to him, Kiba. You’re his best friend,” Shino prods.
Kiba sighs and pokes Naruto in the arm. Naruto blinks his eyes open and half glares at Kiba. He notices his other friends and takes off the headphones.
“Hey guys,” he greets, flashing them with a toothy smile that glistens to onlookers but to his friends, just seems tired.
“Yo, man, what’cha thinking about?” Kiba asks him.
“Nothing,” is the automatic and not unexpected response.
“Whoa, two-clock! Check him out.”
Three heads turn and Naruto follows their lead, eyes slit in forced light-hearted fun, and his face pales. It’s the guy from his dream.
“Is that-“
“Sasuke Uchiha? Yeah, I think so. He looks familiar.”
“He’s hot.”
Naruto doesn’t say it aloud. It’s way too complicated to explain to his friends, and to himself. Why does he have such a visceral reaction to that spiky black hair? It’s not right…
He blinks a couple of times even as his heart thuds in his chest, each pulse making him feel two opposing reactions. He wants to run far away so he won'thave to see, won't have to face this traitor. But he also wants to jump up and throw his arms around the gangly form of his ex-best friend. He wants to know if Sasuke isas thin as he looks, wants to ask if he’d been eating okay - if Itachi has yet to smile - or if his heart is still frozen.
And then they make eye contact. Naruto can feel himself get hard- is thankful he was sitting down.
Sasuke looks away, twin chips of black ice unfreezing him finally and Naruto feels cold all over. Those eyes…No more laughter or happiness - only boredom and chilling discontentment. Just like Itachi’s.
Naruto’s fists clench and he hides them beneath the desk. He closes his eyes, silently praying even though he isn'treligious: I know becoming like Itachi was your dream, but please…Tell me you still have a heart…
TBC