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Title:Under Different Light
Author:KuroMirai
Pairing(s):Undecided but mainly NarutoxItachi
Warning(s): Slight Oocness for Itachi.
Genre(s):AU, humor, adventure
Rating:Ratings currently PG-13. Will go up as story progresses.
Word Length:1107
A/N: I haven't written Naruto fanfics in a lo~ong time so characters may be slight Oocness. I would really appreciate it if anyone would please beta it for me. Thank you.
Naruto Uzumaki could be described as a force of nature. After setting his mind upon any idea, may it be foolish or otherwise, resistance would be utterly useless, as many of his friends could testify. Which is exactly the reason why this fine morning found Sakura and Ino trying desperately to scrape said blonde off his mailbox.
“Naruto, come on!” Sakura pleaded as she attempted to rein in her temper. “Can’t we discuss this is a more mature and dignified manner?!” She asked, punctuating the last five words with extra hard tugs. The pink-haired girl received no answer but could feel Naruto tightening his hold, ready to make one last stand. Glaring murder at him while brushing a sweat-soaked strand of hair behind her ear, she shot a look at the two boys currently lounging against Naruto’s fence for good measure.
Two pairs of unimpressed, bored eyes stared unblinkingly back at her. With a growl, Sakura turned back to her original task while inwardly suppressing a shudder. Though growing used to hanging around the boys after the four years of high school they had spent together, she still found it hard to meet the gaze of a Hyuuga.
Four years. ‘That’s right. Only four years,’ she had to remind herself. Sometimes it was hard to believe she had only known that blond idiot during the course of high school. Coming from a wealthy family, she had attended Leaf High, along with all the other teenagers fortunate to be born to a high-classed family. Of the entire school, only Naruto along had made it in with pure guts and smarts, though those could be found lacking in certain times such as this. Looked down upon by all when he had first arrived, his sunshine nature had quickly earned him the attention and friendship of the most powerful families in the country and at least grudging respect from his enemies.
At the end of their third year, the girls, seeing how they would all part after high school, had elected Sakura and Ino to take charge of all his friends’ allowances during their fourth year, which turned out to be quite a pile, and bought him what they had called a ‘proper house’ for his 18th birthday. In other words, it was an Elizabethan styled mansion with almost 50 acres of countryside surrounding it.
With still some cash left over, and after recalling several incidents which Naruto had forgotten to eat or sleep due to some exam or that other time when he burned down his kitchen trying to cook, everyone agreed that he is in sour need to take care of himself. And since it is hardly practically to cram that life-long lesson into a week, they simply resorted to the second-best choice: get someone to take care of him for him.
Which is a brilliant idea in its own right. Sadly, what they hadn’t counted on was Naruto’s vehement protests to owning another human being despite all their arguments - the exact reason for the two amused but bored boys, the two girls steadily growing angrier and the boy clinging on as if for dear life.
“Shikamaru, get your lazy ass over here right now and help us!” Sakura cringed, startled out of her thoughts, at Ino’s shrill, angry and loud voice. Yup. Ino’s finally snapped. Her boyfriend, or at least her current boyfriend Sakura amended, winced and muttered something that was suspiciously close to ‘how troublesome’, evidently believing Ino to be too far off to hear. Shaking her head at his folly and ignoring the bashing sounds, she fixed the Hyuuga with a stare that would have made his uncle proud.
“You could at lea - GET BACK HERE YOU PINEAPPLE HEAD - help you know.” Her valiant attempt at a commanding tone lost some of its effect after being over-lapped by a particularly loud shout from Ino-pig.
Neji answered with a droll stare. A large vein, growing by each second, popped out on her forehead as a shadow fell over her eyes. A few potent minutes passed, which Sakura used to decide whether punching his face into the ground was more enjoyable than simply breaking his neck, before he opened that arrogant mouth.
“You’re going about it the wrong way.” He informed her, lips curved at the ends into a sneering smirk.
“Oh, really?!” She challenged with inner Sakura cheering her on. At the edge of her peripheral vision, she could see Naruto inching away from what he called a ticking time bomb.
“Of course.” Neji said, cleaning some nonexistent dust from under his fingernails. Punching his face into the ground was definitely going to be much, much more enjoyable. Naruto was unusually quiet, knowing her silence was the calm before the storm. But before she could explode in the Hyuuga’s face, Neji had walked over and squatted by the mail post, in front of Naruto.
“I am not owning another human being!” Naruto quickly exclaimed, mouth set in a determined line.
“Yes, yes. I heard you the first five hundred times.” Neji replied dryly. “But really, think about it. If you come along, you could at least have a choice in who it will be. And you don’t have to think of it as slavery; more like…temporary servitude. You can set it free later on, if you wish.”
“Him. Or her.” Naruto glared. At Neji’s puzzled expression, Naruto clarified. “Use him or her, not it. No one should be called it.”
“Alright.” Neji shrugged. “You can set him or her free. Plus, whatever master they will receive might not be as kind as you.”
“No! It’s because everyone’s thinking like that that slavery exists!”
By the narrowness of Neji’s eyes, Sakura could tell his normally short fuse was shortening. In fact, she was surprised it had lasted this long.
“Fine. Let me put it this way. If you will not stop this ridiculous act right now, I’ll confiscate all your ramen and…and…and take away Bunny.” Neji finished weakly, unable to think of any other adequate threats. They heard Shikamaru comment in the background, “Somehow, it always goes back to the ramen, did anyone else notice?”
Naruto’s eyes widened comically. “Not Mr. Bunny!”
“Yes. Mr. Bunny.” Neji replied through clenched teeth, trying hard not to laugh. He had an image to keep up, after all. Why was it always he who ends up having these utterly pointless and childish arguments with Naruto?
There was a long silence as everyone watched the blonde for his answer. “Fine! Take Mr. Bunny then! I’ll hate you forever!” Naruto declared. Not sure if he made his point, he added , “And ever!”
Sakura could almost see Neji crumble at the last sentence. But, against her prediction, Neji simply calmly took out his handkerchief…and fluffed it in Naruto’s face. A second later and the blond was snoring loud enough to rival pigs.
At her questioning looks, Neji replied in an offhanded manner, “Chloroform can be useful at certain times.” She could swear he added at the end, “How troublesome.”
~~END OF CHAPTER ONE~~
Author:KuroMirai
Pairing(s):Undecided but mainly NarutoxItachi
Warning(s): Slight Oocness for Itachi.
Genre(s):AU, humor, adventure
Rating:Ratings currently PG-13. Will go up as story progresses.
Word Length:1107
A/N: I haven't written Naruto fanfics in a lo~ong time so characters may be slight Oocness. I would really appreciate it if anyone would please beta it for me. Thank you.
Naruto Uzumaki could be described as a force of nature. After setting his mind upon any idea, may it be foolish or otherwise, resistance would be utterly useless, as many of his friends could testify. Which is exactly the reason why this fine morning found Sakura and Ino trying desperately to scrape said blonde off his mailbox.
“Naruto, come on!” Sakura pleaded as she attempted to rein in her temper. “Can’t we discuss this is a more mature and dignified manner?!” She asked, punctuating the last five words with extra hard tugs. The pink-haired girl received no answer but could feel Naruto tightening his hold, ready to make one last stand. Glaring murder at him while brushing a sweat-soaked strand of hair behind her ear, she shot a look at the two boys currently lounging against Naruto’s fence for good measure.
Two pairs of unimpressed, bored eyes stared unblinkingly back at her. With a growl, Sakura turned back to her original task while inwardly suppressing a shudder. Though growing used to hanging around the boys after the four years of high school they had spent together, she still found it hard to meet the gaze of a Hyuuga.
Four years. ‘That’s right. Only four years,’ she had to remind herself. Sometimes it was hard to believe she had only known that blond idiot during the course of high school. Coming from a wealthy family, she had attended Leaf High, along with all the other teenagers fortunate to be born to a high-classed family. Of the entire school, only Naruto along had made it in with pure guts and smarts, though those could be found lacking in certain times such as this. Looked down upon by all when he had first arrived, his sunshine nature had quickly earned him the attention and friendship of the most powerful families in the country and at least grudging respect from his enemies.
At the end of their third year, the girls, seeing how they would all part after high school, had elected Sakura and Ino to take charge of all his friends’ allowances during their fourth year, which turned out to be quite a pile, and bought him what they had called a ‘proper house’ for his 18th birthday. In other words, it was an Elizabethan styled mansion with almost 50 acres of countryside surrounding it.
With still some cash left over, and after recalling several incidents which Naruto had forgotten to eat or sleep due to some exam or that other time when he burned down his kitchen trying to cook, everyone agreed that he is in sour need to take care of himself. And since it is hardly practically to cram that life-long lesson into a week, they simply resorted to the second-best choice: get someone to take care of him for him.
Which is a brilliant idea in its own right. Sadly, what they hadn’t counted on was Naruto’s vehement protests to owning another human being despite all their arguments - the exact reason for the two amused but bored boys, the two girls steadily growing angrier and the boy clinging on as if for dear life.
“Shikamaru, get your lazy ass over here right now and help us!” Sakura cringed, startled out of her thoughts, at Ino’s shrill, angry and loud voice. Yup. Ino’s finally snapped. Her boyfriend, or at least her current boyfriend Sakura amended, winced and muttered something that was suspiciously close to ‘how troublesome’, evidently believing Ino to be too far off to hear. Shaking her head at his folly and ignoring the bashing sounds, she fixed the Hyuuga with a stare that would have made his uncle proud.
“You could at lea - GET BACK HERE YOU PINEAPPLE HEAD - help you know.” Her valiant attempt at a commanding tone lost some of its effect after being over-lapped by a particularly loud shout from Ino-pig.
Neji answered with a droll stare. A large vein, growing by each second, popped out on her forehead as a shadow fell over her eyes. A few potent minutes passed, which Sakura used to decide whether punching his face into the ground was more enjoyable than simply breaking his neck, before he opened that arrogant mouth.
“You’re going about it the wrong way.” He informed her, lips curved at the ends into a sneering smirk.
“Oh, really?!” She challenged with inner Sakura cheering her on. At the edge of her peripheral vision, she could see Naruto inching away from what he called a ticking time bomb.
“Of course.” Neji said, cleaning some nonexistent dust from under his fingernails. Punching his face into the ground was definitely going to be much, much more enjoyable. Naruto was unusually quiet, knowing her silence was the calm before the storm. But before she could explode in the Hyuuga’s face, Neji had walked over and squatted by the mail post, in front of Naruto.
“I am not owning another human being!” Naruto quickly exclaimed, mouth set in a determined line.
“Yes, yes. I heard you the first five hundred times.” Neji replied dryly. “But really, think about it. If you come along, you could at least have a choice in who it will be. And you don’t have to think of it as slavery; more like…temporary servitude. You can set it free later on, if you wish.”
“Him. Or her.” Naruto glared. At Neji’s puzzled expression, Naruto clarified. “Use him or her, not it. No one should be called it.”
“Alright.” Neji shrugged. “You can set him or her free. Plus, whatever master they will receive might not be as kind as you.”
“No! It’s because everyone’s thinking like that that slavery exists!”
By the narrowness of Neji’s eyes, Sakura could tell his normally short fuse was shortening. In fact, she was surprised it had lasted this long.
“Fine. Let me put it this way. If you will not stop this ridiculous act right now, I’ll confiscate all your ramen and…and…and take away Bunny.” Neji finished weakly, unable to think of any other adequate threats. They heard Shikamaru comment in the background, “Somehow, it always goes back to the ramen, did anyone else notice?”
Naruto’s eyes widened comically. “Not Mr. Bunny!”
“Yes. Mr. Bunny.” Neji replied through clenched teeth, trying hard not to laugh. He had an image to keep up, after all. Why was it always he who ends up having these utterly pointless and childish arguments with Naruto?
There was a long silence as everyone watched the blonde for his answer. “Fine! Take Mr. Bunny then! I’ll hate you forever!” Naruto declared. Not sure if he made his point, he added , “And ever!”
Sakura could almost see Neji crumble at the last sentence. But, against her prediction, Neji simply calmly took out his handkerchief…and fluffed it in Naruto’s face. A second later and the blond was snoring loud enough to rival pigs.
At her questioning looks, Neji replied in an offhanded manner, “Chloroform can be useful at certain times.” She could swear he added at the end, “How troublesome.”
~~END OF CHAPTER ONE~~