Giftfic for meitachi and colored Sasuke art
Happy Birthday mistress-darling! ♥
Making this post short cause need to run in 5, but yeah. Will spiffy this up when I come back in 2 hours or so.
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Title: Re-usable, Recyclable
Series/Characters: [Naruto] Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke, Shikamaru cameo
Disclaimer: Naruto is copyright to Kishimoto. And the purpose of hitai-ate’s should forever remain for the forehead.
Word Count: 1,106
Notes: It’s been one month and a day since the last time I posted anything written so I’m as rusty as hell and don’t really know what I’m doing anymore. It’d be nice to get some concrit and a reality check so, lay the nitpicks thick and heavy. <3 Also, kids? If you are male and have a Naruto cosplay head piece, DON’T DO THIS AT HOME. I have no idea if hitai-ate’s make good supplemental groin-protectors so...
Dedication: Happy birthday to my mistress-darling, meitachi. I’m sorry if you think this thing sucks like a souped-up vacuum pump, because it probably does. D:
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Re-usable, Recyclable
by kasugai gummie
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They met again under the leafy green canopy of Konoha’s forests, purely by chance (and by god, one of them will force a chidori up the ass of whoever dares to insinuate otherwise). Perched atop thick branches of their own choosing, they evaluated each other’s presence, lax and yet not. Ignoring the countless spectators hidden under the brush, they waited for a first move to be made.
And waited.
And waited.
Shrewd blue eyes stared intently at a pair of Sharingan-red from behind the painted eyeholes of a papier-mâché mask. A flock of crows darted away in haste, as if aware of the impending danger. The other Anbu, knocked out in the first few moments of the meeting, twitched before rolling to the side and in minutes began issuing steady snores behind his own featureless mask.
And still they waited.
A crease furrowed Sasuke’s brow. “Breaking tradition already, Naruto?” he asked before the pregnant silence could reach newer levels of expectancy. Tilting his head so he could watch as Naruto bristled predictably, he continued his flat commentary-
“Forty-nine encounters and this is the first time you haven’t offered me the hitai-ate.”
-only to stare as his adversary deflated a moment later, a belligerent retort dying before even seeing the light of day. And was that a flush creeping up those ears?
The awkward wait resumed, this time with a dash of incredulity and dull, glowing discomfort.
“You didn’t have to knock out and push Shikamaru off his branch you know,” Naruto finally offered peevishly, and doing a rather sorry job of avoiding Sasuke’s previous attempts to jumpstart the fight.
The Uchiha however, didn’t bother wasting any more time speculating on Naruto’s increased eccentricities. Sasuke flexed his hand, feeling the hard leather plating of his forearm guard shift with his movements. The next moment he was up close and personal, looking up at the crafted face beneath that startling shock of blond.
The branch beneath Naruto exploded from the forcible chakra overload as they leapt off as one, splinters and goodly sized chunks flinging every which way and showering down on the unfortunates below.
Both combatants ignored the sleep-thickened-but quite distinct-protest of “bothersome” that interrupted Shikamaru’s heavy breathing when a particular large piece landed with a soft, fleshy thud.
Back and forth they went, bouncing off of bark and each other with blistering flares of chakra that tore at wood and tissue alike. For the most part, Sasuke kept the upper hand, striking faster, quicker and more viciously with each combination of attacks.
It was right when the positive flow of their fight moved towards Naruto, however, that the entire situation degenerated into one spectacular farce-for-all.
Naruto had managed to punch Sasuke three times in succession, breaking a rib (and tenderizing his liver for all Sasuke knew), before leaping away, an ill-concealed chortle under his breath.
“Fuck,” was all Sasuke could grit out through clenched teeth as he bore down on the self-satisfied smirk he knew the other was wearing. Eyes glittering with focus born of the furious resolve to rip Naruto a new one, Sasuke reached for the ANBU vest and clutched-only to find himself being swung away by that very arm. With nothing but air and pointy things around him, sharingan and muscle-instincts took over fully then.
Gripping on the white fabric as if his life depended on it, Sasuke curled into a fetal position before Naruto could launch him at the nearest tree and did the honors of flipping himself so they were now face to face. Both pairs of feet brushed the underside of a branch and stuck.
The next sequence of events, Sasuke would somehow bleach out of his memory and Naruto would mark off as accidental in the report he’d later dictate to Shikamaru.
However, accident or not, Naruto had found himself airborne with an elbow heading straight for his hip-okay, correction-his groin because ohgodstupidfuckingreflexesgone wrong-
Pin-wheeled eyes flickered, widened just the slightest, as Sasuke felt his arm connect against... well, whatever it was, it felt unnatural.
Unnaturally hard.
Twisting their bodies in manners that would make Orochimaru proud (and as a result, Jiraiya cry), they sprung away from each other and onto opposing branches.
Sasuke glared at the blond (who, much to his displeasure, had ripped off his mask and looked none worse for the wear despite having caught a bony arm with his crotch).
“Hey it really works!”
The bloody gaze intensified and for the first and last time, Sasuke conceded in the (messed up, turbid) depths of his mind that perhaps the Byakugan did have certain advantages that Sharingan couldn’t match. That didn’t stop him from scrutinizing long and hard at Naruto’s pelvic area though.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Sasuke snapped when his eyes and brain were no longer able to process through all the most impossible of possibilities. “And, and what the fuck is wrong with you??”
The self-congratulatory smile died abruptly and oh, there was that telltale flush again.
“We-ell, you see you bastard,” Naruto edged warily after clearing his throat, a sheepish expression accompanying the red tint around his ears, “like you said, we’ve had almost fifty fights by now and each time it’s the same!” The embarrassment faded a bit as Naruto punctuated his last exclamation. “You spy, we see you, you always end up knocking out my partners and pushing them off of trees, I offer you your forehead protector and you never take it back.”
Sasuke remained unimpressed. His sneer especially said so.
Naruto didn’t care, and carried on with growing confidence (or was it indignation?) Whatever it was, he obviously believed that their fight was on full-pause and gestured animatedly to complement whatever startling revelation he was about to make. “And knowing personally how stubborn of an ass you are, I knew you were never going to take it back. But I didn’t want to scrap it, yanno? So...” Naruto beamed proudly and tapped a kunai against where his dick should’ve been.
When the unmistakable sound of metal against metal pinged with cheerful clarity into the clearing, every oversized jigsaw piece fell into place with a sickening crunch.
Had he not been Uchiha Sasuke of the unhealthy brother complex and abandonment issues, and had he not been broiling over with a murderous killing intent, Sasuke would have at least admitted to some begrudging admiration for Naruto’s questionable genius.
As it was however, Sasuke’s snarl wasn’t so much a sound of displeasure as it was a promise to rip out Naruto’s balls.
Recycled hitai-ate turned groin-protector be damned.
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Below, a very-much-used-to-the-racket-by-now Shikamaru dozed on.
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Fin
Completed: August 24, 2006
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And also, finished cging Sasuke:
Making this post short cause need to run in 5, but yeah. Will spiffy this up when I come back in 2 hours or so.
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Title: Re-usable, Recyclable
Series/Characters: [Naruto] Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke, Shikamaru cameo
Disclaimer: Naruto is copyright to Kishimoto. And the purpose of hitai-ate’s should forever remain for the forehead.
Word Count: 1,106
Notes: It’s been one month and a day since the last time I posted anything written so I’m as rusty as hell and don’t really know what I’m doing anymore. It’d be nice to get some concrit and a reality check so, lay the nitpicks thick and heavy. <3 Also, kids? If you are male and have a Naruto cosplay head piece, DON’T DO THIS AT HOME. I have no idea if hitai-ate’s make good supplemental groin-protectors so...
Dedication: Happy birthday to my mistress-darling, meitachi. I’m sorry if you think this thing sucks like a souped-up vacuum pump, because it probably does. D:
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Re-usable, Recyclable
by kasugai gummie
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They met again under the leafy green canopy of Konoha’s forests, purely by chance (and by god, one of them will force a chidori up the ass of whoever dares to insinuate otherwise). Perched atop thick branches of their own choosing, they evaluated each other’s presence, lax and yet not. Ignoring the countless spectators hidden under the brush, they waited for a first move to be made.
And waited.
And waited.
Shrewd blue eyes stared intently at a pair of Sharingan-red from behind the painted eyeholes of a papier-mâché mask. A flock of crows darted away in haste, as if aware of the impending danger. The other Anbu, knocked out in the first few moments of the meeting, twitched before rolling to the side and in minutes began issuing steady snores behind his own featureless mask.
And still they waited.
A crease furrowed Sasuke’s brow. “Breaking tradition already, Naruto?” he asked before the pregnant silence could reach newer levels of expectancy. Tilting his head so he could watch as Naruto bristled predictably, he continued his flat commentary-
“Forty-nine encounters and this is the first time you haven’t offered me the hitai-ate.”
-only to stare as his adversary deflated a moment later, a belligerent retort dying before even seeing the light of day. And was that a flush creeping up those ears?
The awkward wait resumed, this time with a dash of incredulity and dull, glowing discomfort.
“You didn’t have to knock out and push Shikamaru off his branch you know,” Naruto finally offered peevishly, and doing a rather sorry job of avoiding Sasuke’s previous attempts to jumpstart the fight.
The Uchiha however, didn’t bother wasting any more time speculating on Naruto’s increased eccentricities. Sasuke flexed his hand, feeling the hard leather plating of his forearm guard shift with his movements. The next moment he was up close and personal, looking up at the crafted face beneath that startling shock of blond.
The branch beneath Naruto exploded from the forcible chakra overload as they leapt off as one, splinters and goodly sized chunks flinging every which way and showering down on the unfortunates below.
Both combatants ignored the sleep-thickened-but quite distinct-protest of “bothersome” that interrupted Shikamaru’s heavy breathing when a particular large piece landed with a soft, fleshy thud.
Back and forth they went, bouncing off of bark and each other with blistering flares of chakra that tore at wood and tissue alike. For the most part, Sasuke kept the upper hand, striking faster, quicker and more viciously with each combination of attacks.
It was right when the positive flow of their fight moved towards Naruto, however, that the entire situation degenerated into one spectacular farce-for-all.
Naruto had managed to punch Sasuke three times in succession, breaking a rib (and tenderizing his liver for all Sasuke knew), before leaping away, an ill-concealed chortle under his breath.
“Fuck,” was all Sasuke could grit out through clenched teeth as he bore down on the self-satisfied smirk he knew the other was wearing. Eyes glittering with focus born of the furious resolve to rip Naruto a new one, Sasuke reached for the ANBU vest and clutched-only to find himself being swung away by that very arm. With nothing but air and pointy things around him, sharingan and muscle-instincts took over fully then.
Gripping on the white fabric as if his life depended on it, Sasuke curled into a fetal position before Naruto could launch him at the nearest tree and did the honors of flipping himself so they were now face to face. Both pairs of feet brushed the underside of a branch and stuck.
The next sequence of events, Sasuke would somehow bleach out of his memory and Naruto would mark off as accidental in the report he’d later dictate to Shikamaru.
However, accident or not, Naruto had found himself airborne with an elbow heading straight for his hip-okay, correction-his groin because ohgodstupidfuckingreflexesgone wrong-
Pin-wheeled eyes flickered, widened just the slightest, as Sasuke felt his arm connect against... well, whatever it was, it felt unnatural.
Unnaturally hard.
Twisting their bodies in manners that would make Orochimaru proud (and as a result, Jiraiya cry), they sprung away from each other and onto opposing branches.
Sasuke glared at the blond (who, much to his displeasure, had ripped off his mask and looked none worse for the wear despite having caught a bony arm with his crotch).
“Hey it really works!”
The bloody gaze intensified and for the first and last time, Sasuke conceded in the (messed up, turbid) depths of his mind that perhaps the Byakugan did have certain advantages that Sharingan couldn’t match. That didn’t stop him from scrutinizing long and hard at Naruto’s pelvic area though.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Sasuke snapped when his eyes and brain were no longer able to process through all the most impossible of possibilities. “And, and what the fuck is wrong with you??”
The self-congratulatory smile died abruptly and oh, there was that telltale flush again.
“We-ell, you see you bastard,” Naruto edged warily after clearing his throat, a sheepish expression accompanying the red tint around his ears, “like you said, we’ve had almost fifty fights by now and each time it’s the same!” The embarrassment faded a bit as Naruto punctuated his last exclamation. “You spy, we see you, you always end up knocking out my partners and pushing them off of trees, I offer you your forehead protector and you never take it back.”
Sasuke remained unimpressed. His sneer especially said so.
Naruto didn’t care, and carried on with growing confidence (or was it indignation?) Whatever it was, he obviously believed that their fight was on full-pause and gestured animatedly to complement whatever startling revelation he was about to make. “And knowing personally how stubborn of an ass you are, I knew you were never going to take it back. But I didn’t want to scrap it, yanno? So...” Naruto beamed proudly and tapped a kunai against where his dick should’ve been.
When the unmistakable sound of metal against metal pinged with cheerful clarity into the clearing, every oversized jigsaw piece fell into place with a sickening crunch.
Had he not been Uchiha Sasuke of the unhealthy brother complex and abandonment issues, and had he not been broiling over with a murderous killing intent, Sasuke would have at least admitted to some begrudging admiration for Naruto’s questionable genius.
As it was however, Sasuke’s snarl wasn’t so much a sound of displeasure as it was a promise to rip out Naruto’s balls.
Recycled hitai-ate turned groin-protector be damned.
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Below, a very-much-used-to-the-racket-by-now Shikamaru dozed on.
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Fin
Completed: August 24, 2006
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And also, finished cging Sasuke: