Pick up the Phone (Prologue)
This is the fic that I'm working on alongside with Reincarnation. The whole fic is 60% finished. Don't worry, after this, I'll be focusing on the next chapter (of Reincarnation).
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Title: Pick up the Phone
Beta: argent_aurora
Genre: Drama/Romance/Suspense/Psychological Thriller
Rating:R /shounen-ai
Author's Notes:
Hookay, I’m not really sure if I’ve taken Asuka’s character correctly but well, I’ve altered her a bit to fit on my story anyway. To be honest? This is really inspired from a real situation (or to be more precise a mind-burning line) between a person and his/her uke (nope, not revealing) and furthermore the storyline is heavily based on a graphic novel that I’m working on
Some points to note:
-Let’s pretend that Orochimaru didn’t happen, shall we?
-characterization based on the young team7 (pre-shippuden and before everything else gets sabotaged by the snake oro-baby)
-so, this is some sort of AU form the original storyline.
-will only be using Japanese words on some important or irreplaceable(in notes of culture and such) words/terms
-sautéed egg with tomatoes is best with fried rice. (nods) that’s what we usually eat in the mornings. Either that or pan de sal with butter. I presumed that Sasuke would like that since he loved tomatoes.
ikee-let’s go
boke-idiot
chikuso(naruto pronounces it chikusho so I left it that way)- damnit
monthsary-in our country, young (or even the older ones) do that. like if you got together at the 10th of August, then almost every 10th of the month you will give little things and gifts and most of the time go to special dates to celebrate the day.
Prologue
Naruto waves goodbye at Sakura-chan and trudges back home, sort of depressed. Since that mission, Sasuke's been standoffish. He hits harder, he's faster and angrier -- it's like he needs to prove he's a man. Naruto knows he's a man. He knows Sasuke doesn't need his protection. He just likes taking care of him. Of his precious people in general, but of the ones who really need it more. It makes him feel like he's worth something.
Sighing, he climbs the staircase. Sakura has learned to tolerate him, but she still faintly despises him, and even if she didn't, he doesn't really want her anymore. Sakura has family, and tons of people who like her. He has a feeling Sasuke doesn't even remember what it is to be cared for. Besides, Sakura-chan is far from being as cute as Saki-chan was.
Not that it matters. He's crushing on the soft side of a guy who seems to be made entirely of hard edges.
He arrives to the last stairs before his apartment and pauses. There's a girl standing there, in front of his door. She's dressed like a porcelain doll, all frail and vulnerable, wisps of black hair framing her face, absently nibbling on her glossy lip. He pauses. He blinks.
Not only because he's getting a good view up her skirt from here.
And then he grins, and bounces up the stairs. "Saki-chan!"
Sasuke frowns at him, forbidding. It would be more impressive if he wasn't blushing.
"... This is just a disguise. It's not real. Your... Your /girlfriend/ is not real."
Naruto nods dumbly. Sasuke looks plenty real for him. But if he wants to pretend that he's just pretending to be with him, he doesn't care. He's always known Sasuke was fucked up.
This time, Sasuke's lips taste of cherries.
--
The other day, he tapped Sasuke on the shoulder for a job well-done, and ended up head first in a pond. He could have done worse; he could have spanked his ass. He frowns, and spanks the back of Saki-chan's thighs. She emits a strangled noise that takes as much after a startled gasp than after a whimper. He doesn't know what's the bastard's problem, but he can't stand being touched anymore... as a boy, that is. As a girl, she practically begs for it, with every shy glance, every absent flick of her tongue over her glossed lips.
Maybe it gives him a hard-on, to have Naruto's hands on him, and it's only acceptable to be aroused by his rival when he's a she. When he's Naruto's cute, vulnerable, obedient girlfriend. One day Naruto will test, but right now the agreement suits him well enough; he can have his badass, challenging as hell rival and his strong, reliable teammate, and he can have his Saki-chan, his girlfriend to cherish and protect and get kinky with.
(From Asuka Kureru's Lace and Strawberries)
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Some Years later;
That afternoon, Naruto had decided to take Saki on a stroll up the hill to the temple. Hell, she’s still Sasuke afterall and a little exercise would benefit the both of them. He knew that the other boy’s (currently girl's if you’re very particular in mechanics) resiliency was beyond normal and if the Bitch Boots would tire his pretty girlfriend down, it was a chance to carry her, right? Man, was he a genius. He grinned at the thought.
So here they were at the temple, offering incense to the gods and privately celebrating their monthsary the way Saki liked ‘em. (Of course he asked for her preference from time to time for he was the best boyfriend!) The picnic basket was beside his feet, waiting to be relieved of its contents.
Saki rubbed her hands together to conclude the little ceremony. “Naruto-kun..?” She said without looking up.
“Eh? Nani.. what is it?”
“Do you… love me?”
“Of course I do! My love for you is as real as you are, Saki-chan,” Naruto said in complete fervor. “And I love you just the way you are.” So what if the bastard heard it or not? It applied both ways anyway. He made a face.
Saki stayed silent for a while and then lifted her gaze to look directly at Naruto. “I’m real and you love me?”
“Huh?” All the blond boy could do was to vaguely nod and smile due to some temporary mental incapacity.
Black eyes widened and a soft smile graced her beautiful features.
“I hope so too,” she whispered while staring at the wisps of smokes filling the whole altar.
Naruto blinked uneasily but quickly brushed it off (like everything that he failed to understand) and raised his fist in the air. “Ikee! Let’s go and eat! You’ll love the place. I’m sure of it,” Naruto said boisterously. He was going to pull his girlfriend with him when he stopped, remembering something. “Ah, wait, wait. Before anything else…” He snatched the bamboo tube from the altar and ran to take it to Saki despite the protests of the monk.
“So, what is your wish?” Naruto beamed. “Come on, pet. Don’t be shy. Just wish with all your heart and it will all come true.”
Saki reluctantly agreed with him. She let Naruto shake the canister and took a stick that escaped out of the hole. Naruto grinned big as he gave back the bamboo tube to the monk as well as the stick. The monk looked at the stick and gave him the corresponding number. He ran back to her to have her read what her fortune said. After reading, she smiled apologetically to the expectant blond. Naruto impatiently ripped the paper away from her.
“What is it?” In big bold characters, the word UNLUCKY loomed large. “What the fuck! It’s the 20th century already, who would believe in this crap?” He screamed.
Saki sweat-dropped. “Naruto, it’s the 21st."
“Whatever.” Naruto growled, more embarrassed than anything. “Let’s go before…Fuck!” He swore when he bumped into something. Naruto immediately regained balance to catch the old woman before she fell down.
Saki was too busy shushing her noisy boyfriend and apologizing to a disapproving monk to notice the old woman who Naruto had bumped into minutes before was now looking at them with malicious eyes from behind the altar.
[To Part1] >>
Next update would perhaps be tomorrow of the next day. I'm finishing the story now and will later give it to the beta of this story.
( FF.net mirror [x] )
[To Part1] >>
Title: Pick up the Phone
Beta: argent_aurora
Genre: Drama/Romance/Suspense/Psychological Thriller
Rating:R /shounen-ai
Author's Notes:
Hookay, I’m not really sure if I’ve taken Asuka’s character correctly but well, I’ve altered her a bit to fit on my story anyway. To be honest? This is really inspired from a real situation (or to be more precise a mind-burning line) between a person and his/her uke (nope, not revealing) and furthermore the storyline is heavily based on a graphic novel that I’m working on
Some points to note:
-Let’s pretend that Orochimaru didn’t happen, shall we?
-characterization based on the young team7 (pre-shippuden and before everything else gets sabotaged by the snake oro-baby)
-so, this is some sort of AU form the original storyline.
-will only be using Japanese words on some important or irreplaceable(in notes of culture and such) words/terms
-sautéed egg with tomatoes is best with fried rice. (nods) that’s what we usually eat in the mornings. Either that or pan de sal with butter. I presumed that Sasuke would like that since he loved tomatoes.
ikee-let’s go
boke-idiot
chikuso(naruto pronounces it chikusho so I left it that way)- damnit
monthsary-in our country, young (or even the older ones) do that. like if you got together at the 10th of August, then almost every 10th of the month you will give little things and gifts and most of the time go to special dates to celebrate the day.
Prologue
Naruto waves goodbye at Sakura-chan and trudges back home, sort of depressed. Since that mission, Sasuke's been standoffish. He hits harder, he's faster and angrier -- it's like he needs to prove he's a man. Naruto knows he's a man. He knows Sasuke doesn't need his protection. He just likes taking care of him. Of his precious people in general, but of the ones who really need it more. It makes him feel like he's worth something.
Sighing, he climbs the staircase. Sakura has learned to tolerate him, but she still faintly despises him, and even if she didn't, he doesn't really want her anymore. Sakura has family, and tons of people who like her. He has a feeling Sasuke doesn't even remember what it is to be cared for. Besides, Sakura-chan is far from being as cute as Saki-chan was.
Not that it matters. He's crushing on the soft side of a guy who seems to be made entirely of hard edges.
He arrives to the last stairs before his apartment and pauses. There's a girl standing there, in front of his door. She's dressed like a porcelain doll, all frail and vulnerable, wisps of black hair framing her face, absently nibbling on her glossy lip. He pauses. He blinks.
Not only because he's getting a good view up her skirt from here.
And then he grins, and bounces up the stairs. "Saki-chan!"
Sasuke frowns at him, forbidding. It would be more impressive if he wasn't blushing.
"... This is just a disguise. It's not real. Your... Your /girlfriend/ is not real."
Naruto nods dumbly. Sasuke looks plenty real for him. But if he wants to pretend that he's just pretending to be with him, he doesn't care. He's always known Sasuke was fucked up.
This time, Sasuke's lips taste of cherries.
--
The other day, he tapped Sasuke on the shoulder for a job well-done, and ended up head first in a pond. He could have done worse; he could have spanked his ass. He frowns, and spanks the back of Saki-chan's thighs. She emits a strangled noise that takes as much after a startled gasp than after a whimper. He doesn't know what's the bastard's problem, but he can't stand being touched anymore... as a boy, that is. As a girl, she practically begs for it, with every shy glance, every absent flick of her tongue over her glossed lips.
Maybe it gives him a hard-on, to have Naruto's hands on him, and it's only acceptable to be aroused by his rival when he's a she. When he's Naruto's cute, vulnerable, obedient girlfriend. One day Naruto will test, but right now the agreement suits him well enough; he can have his badass, challenging as hell rival and his strong, reliable teammate, and he can have his Saki-chan, his girlfriend to cherish and protect and get kinky with.
(From Asuka Kureru's Lace and Strawberries)
----------------------
Some Years later;
That afternoon, Naruto had decided to take Saki on a stroll up the hill to the temple. Hell, she’s still Sasuke afterall and a little exercise would benefit the both of them. He knew that the other boy’s (currently girl's if you’re very particular in mechanics) resiliency was beyond normal and if the Bitch Boots would tire his pretty girlfriend down, it was a chance to carry her, right? Man, was he a genius. He grinned at the thought.
So here they were at the temple, offering incense to the gods and privately celebrating their monthsary the way Saki liked ‘em. (Of course he asked for her preference from time to time for he was the best boyfriend!) The picnic basket was beside his feet, waiting to be relieved of its contents.
Saki rubbed her hands together to conclude the little ceremony. “Naruto-kun..?” She said without looking up.
“Eh? Nani.. what is it?”
“Do you… love me?”
“Of course I do! My love for you is as real as you are, Saki-chan,” Naruto said in complete fervor. “And I love you just the way you are.” So what if the bastard heard it or not? It applied both ways anyway. He made a face.
Saki stayed silent for a while and then lifted her gaze to look directly at Naruto. “I’m real and you love me?”
“Huh?” All the blond boy could do was to vaguely nod and smile due to some temporary mental incapacity.
Black eyes widened and a soft smile graced her beautiful features.
“I hope so too,” she whispered while staring at the wisps of smokes filling the whole altar.
Naruto blinked uneasily but quickly brushed it off (like everything that he failed to understand) and raised his fist in the air. “Ikee! Let’s go and eat! You’ll love the place. I’m sure of it,” Naruto said boisterously. He was going to pull his girlfriend with him when he stopped, remembering something. “Ah, wait, wait. Before anything else…” He snatched the bamboo tube from the altar and ran to take it to Saki despite the protests of the monk.
“So, what is your wish?” Naruto beamed. “Come on, pet. Don’t be shy. Just wish with all your heart and it will all come true.”
Saki reluctantly agreed with him. She let Naruto shake the canister and took a stick that escaped out of the hole. Naruto grinned big as he gave back the bamboo tube to the monk as well as the stick. The monk looked at the stick and gave him the corresponding number. He ran back to her to have her read what her fortune said. After reading, she smiled apologetically to the expectant blond. Naruto impatiently ripped the paper away from her.
“What is it?” In big bold characters, the word UNLUCKY loomed large. “What the fuck! It’s the 20th century already, who would believe in this crap?” He screamed.
Saki sweat-dropped. “Naruto, it’s the 21st."
“Whatever.” Naruto growled, more embarrassed than anything. “Let’s go before…Fuck!” He swore when he bumped into something. Naruto immediately regained balance to catch the old woman before she fell down.
Saki was too busy shushing her noisy boyfriend and apologizing to a disapproving monk to notice the old woman who Naruto had bumped into minutes before was now looking at them with malicious eyes from behind the altar.
[To Part1] >>
Next update would perhaps be tomorrow of the next day. I'm finishing the story now and will later give it to the beta of this story.