Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Because You Never Knew ❯ Part 9 ( Chapter 9 )
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By: shi-chan06 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.22.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 896 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.22.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 896 | Status: Completed
Here’s 9. Seriously, this IS a KakaNaru fic. I intended for this fic to be fluffy and just romance, but got lost somewhere in the middle. I decided to make a entire life thingy for Naruto both work and love-affair tackled. There will be some hardcore scenes, involving those two and in the end it will be them.
Heck, I’m even pondering the idea of this becoming a deathfic. Too much happiness is just so unreal. But I’m still debating on that idea.
Face it, Naruto is NEVER going to have a easy I-live-in-a-dream-house-with-my-hunk-lover-and-cute-pet sorta’ thing. He’s going to suffer.
Anyway, big thanks to b4k4-girl for beta-reading this. So much patience with a weirdo like me!
Enjoy!
BECAUSE YOU NEVER KNEW 9
Naruto remained on his bed, staring at the ceiling blankly. Tsunade had left him some medicine to help with his nausea and long ago left with Jiraiya to attend to her duties. His apartment was dull and quiet, the skies now a calm evening gray, slowly turning into blue velvet. He had his arms spread in the bed, his body free from any form of clothing, the cool evening air pouring from his window making the curtains dance, caressing his tanned skin.
“Family huh?” He whispered, narrowing his eyes a bit and sitting up, bringing a hand to his face. “I’m not like you, father. Unlike you, I am hated and despised. Me having a family, let alone a lover, would be an absolute godsend.” He stared at the necklace hanging around his neck, the symbol of a Hokage, and his father’s one-ring and heirloom. “I can’t be you.” He shut his eyes. “I can never be you.”
He stood up and pulled a plain white robe from his closet and threw it over his body, heading for the living room and flopping down on the couch. He threw an arm over his head, lips parting slightly. He felt like crying, he felt like tearing his hair out, he felt like running away. But it was a coward’s way out, and bringing shame to his father’s grave was the last thing he wanted.
“What do I really want?” He asked himself.
Sitting alone in the middle of his repainted living room, he couldn’t answer his own question. The same question that had nagged him for as long as he could remember. A tired sigh escaped his parted lips when he felt a presence approaching his door. It was familiar and it was also someone he’s been trying to keep distance from. As if on queue, a knock sounded from his front door. Tiredly, he stood up and tightened the robe around his frame, and approached his front door. A mass of silver hair and a masked faced greeted him.
“Hatake-san.” He said quietly, staring into his eyes with no emotion, as usual.
Kakashi’s jaw clenched at the name. “Naruto.” He answered in greeting. “The Hokage requests your presence.”
“Is there a problem?”
“I don’t know. Best you go and find out yourself, don’t you think?” Kakashi said, voice sounding a bit sarcastic.
“She couldn’t find someone else to send for me?” Naruto asked, narrowing his eyes. He knew she should keep his mouth shut, but his day has not really turned out to be a nice one and getting a summon from Miss-Hokage was not his cup of tea, especially at a time like this and in the state he was in. “It had to be you?” I shouldn’t have said that.
“Can’t stand the sight of me, huh?” Kakashi asked, hurt glazing his dark eye. He turned his back and began to walk down the hall. “The Hokage is waiting for you. Best if you hurry.”
Naruto felt guilt well up in him. He may dislike Kakashi, but bashing him because of his bad day was not nice either. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” Kakashi stopped walking. “It’s been a bad day.”
Kakashi remained standing still, his back to Naruto. “Are you all right? You look a bit pale.”
“I’ll be fine.” Naruto said. “I’m sorry.”
This time Kakashi did turn. He stared at Naruto for the longest time before smiling at him. The he began to walk away.
Naruto shut the door and got dressed, before making his way to the Hokage’s office.
XXX
“You seem to have regained some of your color.” Tsunade commented, while Naruto stared at her with cold and annoyed eyes. Tsunade had to swallow the lump in her throat. She was so used to the bright and dancing blue eyes that the sight of the ones in front of her was just too intimidating. “Feeling better?”
“I’m fine.” Naruto answered flatly. “This couldn’t wait till tomorrow?”
“No, actually, it couldn’t.” Tsunade said, standing up. “Send him in.” She called towards her door.
Naruto quirked an eyebrow and waited. He felt no one approach the door other than the two usual ANBU guards doing their watch duty. But there was someone there, like a faint beat of chakra that he somehow knew and understood. It was almost like his.
The door opened, and a black-clad shinobi, with a white scarf around his neck, walked in. Naruto immediately recognized the mass of wine-red hair and sea-green eyes. “You’re here early.” He said, not showing his surprise. Tsunade did say one week later, so he feeling puzzled that Gaara showed several days earlier than the designated day. “I thought you said one week.”
“Well.” Tsunade shrugged, smiling at Gaara. “I trust all your papers are already sorted? Shizune did brief you of Konoha’s rules didn’t she?”
“Yes, she did.” Gaara said in his deep baritone voice. “Thank you.” He dipped his head a bit in respect.
Naruto raised an eyebrow. Well, this was a very different Gaara from when they were youngsters. He seemed more tame and less of a savage killer. “Welcome then.” He said rather flatly, but he gave Gaara a small smile, which Gaara returned. Tsunade’s mind was doing a dance of whooping joy to see the two getting along quite well. Somehow, deep down, she knew they would.
“I’ve arranged for Gaara to live with you. You do have spare rooms don’t you?” Tsunade asked in which Naruto nodded in reply. “Good. Gaara will be an exchange shinobi and will be receiving a job of mission distribution handling, much like yours. Like you, he is a registered chuunin, but, we all know that is just a cover up. I will send your mission to you tomorrow morning. Details will be enclosed within the scroll. Gaara, I trust you already know what to do.”
“Yes, Hokage-sama.” He answered.
“Any questions Naruto?” Tsunade turned to Naruto.
“No.” Naruto said.
“Good. Dismissed.”
XXX
Naruto guided Gaara to his home, both of them traveling via the rooftops of the Konoha buildings. Gaara was quiet in their journey back and didn’t speak until Naruto showed him his room.
“Well, this is your room. Mine is right next to you. Bathroom is over there. Do whatever you want with this room. I have a feeling we’re going to be together for quite some time.” Naruto said, as Gaara set his bag down.
“You live alone?” Gaara asked, unzipping the bag and taking out a plain, sand colored shirt and loose gray cotton pants.
“You expected someone to want to live with me?” Naruto answered, turning around as Gaara changed. Even though they were both male, Naruto respected othes’ privacy and he didn’t want to make Gaara feel awkward.
“I would have thought that by now you’d have someone.” Gaara said.
“What gave you that idea?” Naruto asked, leading Gaara to the living room. He took out cans of soda from the small fridge in his kitchen and tossed Gaara one.
“Everyone can so easily love you.” Gaara said, pulling the ring of the can open and taking a long sip. Somehow, Naruto did not expect Gaara’s words. “You’re just warm, I guess.”
Naruto smirked. “Sometimes I wish it was so. You know how it is. Having something inside you and everyone being scared.”
“That never stopped you before.” Gaara said. “You’re different now.”
Naruto threw him a blank look. “Oh? It’s called growing up.”
“Peachy.” Gaara began to swirl the contents of his can by tilting it from side to side in his hand.
“I don’t see your gourd anywhere.” Naruto said, when it suddenly began to get too quiet for comfort.
“Too big and noticeable.” Gaara said.
“Don’t you need your sand?” Naruto asked.
“I do.” Gaara said. “But I don’t carry a bulky thing anymore.” He said. “My sand is in the bedroom.”
Naruto didn’t press the matter further. “You hungry?” Gaara didn’t answer, but he did turn to look at him with his black lined eyes. “I’m not much of a cook, but we can grab some takeout.”
“Take out is fine.”
TBC
Okay, I know that Gaara is VERY OC in this chapter, but there IS a reason for that. The reason for his behavior being like this will be revealed bit by bit in future chapters.
Also, I’m kinda’ running dry for ideas on HOW this cold-Naruto can make with Kakashi. But I’m really working on it, and I think I’ve nailed a few things down. So patience coz’ I’m squeezing my head dry on this one.
This is probably the most difficult fic I’ve ever written.
Heck, I’m even pondering the idea of this becoming a deathfic. Too much happiness is just so unreal. But I’m still debating on that idea.
Face it, Naruto is NEVER going to have a easy I-live-in-a-dream-house-with-my-hunk-lover-and-cute-pet sorta’ thing. He’s going to suffer.
Anyway, big thanks to b4k4-girl for beta-reading this. So much patience with a weirdo like me!
Enjoy!
BECAUSE YOU NEVER KNEW 9
Naruto remained on his bed, staring at the ceiling blankly. Tsunade had left him some medicine to help with his nausea and long ago left with Jiraiya to attend to her duties. His apartment was dull and quiet, the skies now a calm evening gray, slowly turning into blue velvet. He had his arms spread in the bed, his body free from any form of clothing, the cool evening air pouring from his window making the curtains dance, caressing his tanned skin.
“Family huh?” He whispered, narrowing his eyes a bit and sitting up, bringing a hand to his face. “I’m not like you, father. Unlike you, I am hated and despised. Me having a family, let alone a lover, would be an absolute godsend.” He stared at the necklace hanging around his neck, the symbol of a Hokage, and his father’s one-ring and heirloom. “I can’t be you.” He shut his eyes. “I can never be you.”
He stood up and pulled a plain white robe from his closet and threw it over his body, heading for the living room and flopping down on the couch. He threw an arm over his head, lips parting slightly. He felt like crying, he felt like tearing his hair out, he felt like running away. But it was a coward’s way out, and bringing shame to his father’s grave was the last thing he wanted.
“What do I really want?” He asked himself.
Sitting alone in the middle of his repainted living room, he couldn’t answer his own question. The same question that had nagged him for as long as he could remember. A tired sigh escaped his parted lips when he felt a presence approaching his door. It was familiar and it was also someone he’s been trying to keep distance from. As if on queue, a knock sounded from his front door. Tiredly, he stood up and tightened the robe around his frame, and approached his front door. A mass of silver hair and a masked faced greeted him.
“Hatake-san.” He said quietly, staring into his eyes with no emotion, as usual.
Kakashi’s jaw clenched at the name. “Naruto.” He answered in greeting. “The Hokage requests your presence.”
“Is there a problem?”
“I don’t know. Best you go and find out yourself, don’t you think?” Kakashi said, voice sounding a bit sarcastic.
“She couldn’t find someone else to send for me?” Naruto asked, narrowing his eyes. He knew she should keep his mouth shut, but his day has not really turned out to be a nice one and getting a summon from Miss-Hokage was not his cup of tea, especially at a time like this and in the state he was in. “It had to be you?” I shouldn’t have said that.
“Can’t stand the sight of me, huh?” Kakashi asked, hurt glazing his dark eye. He turned his back and began to walk down the hall. “The Hokage is waiting for you. Best if you hurry.”
Naruto felt guilt well up in him. He may dislike Kakashi, but bashing him because of his bad day was not nice either. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” Kakashi stopped walking. “It’s been a bad day.”
Kakashi remained standing still, his back to Naruto. “Are you all right? You look a bit pale.”
“I’ll be fine.” Naruto said. “I’m sorry.”
This time Kakashi did turn. He stared at Naruto for the longest time before smiling at him. The he began to walk away.
Naruto shut the door and got dressed, before making his way to the Hokage’s office.
XXX
“You seem to have regained some of your color.” Tsunade commented, while Naruto stared at her with cold and annoyed eyes. Tsunade had to swallow the lump in her throat. She was so used to the bright and dancing blue eyes that the sight of the ones in front of her was just too intimidating. “Feeling better?”
“I’m fine.” Naruto answered flatly. “This couldn’t wait till tomorrow?”
“No, actually, it couldn’t.” Tsunade said, standing up. “Send him in.” She called towards her door.
Naruto quirked an eyebrow and waited. He felt no one approach the door other than the two usual ANBU guards doing their watch duty. But there was someone there, like a faint beat of chakra that he somehow knew and understood. It was almost like his.
The door opened, and a black-clad shinobi, with a white scarf around his neck, walked in. Naruto immediately recognized the mass of wine-red hair and sea-green eyes. “You’re here early.” He said, not showing his surprise. Tsunade did say one week later, so he feeling puzzled that Gaara showed several days earlier than the designated day. “I thought you said one week.”
“Well.” Tsunade shrugged, smiling at Gaara. “I trust all your papers are already sorted? Shizune did brief you of Konoha’s rules didn’t she?”
“Yes, she did.” Gaara said in his deep baritone voice. “Thank you.” He dipped his head a bit in respect.
Naruto raised an eyebrow. Well, this was a very different Gaara from when they were youngsters. He seemed more tame and less of a savage killer. “Welcome then.” He said rather flatly, but he gave Gaara a small smile, which Gaara returned. Tsunade’s mind was doing a dance of whooping joy to see the two getting along quite well. Somehow, deep down, she knew they would.
“I’ve arranged for Gaara to live with you. You do have spare rooms don’t you?” Tsunade asked in which Naruto nodded in reply. “Good. Gaara will be an exchange shinobi and will be receiving a job of mission distribution handling, much like yours. Like you, he is a registered chuunin, but, we all know that is just a cover up. I will send your mission to you tomorrow morning. Details will be enclosed within the scroll. Gaara, I trust you already know what to do.”
“Yes, Hokage-sama.” He answered.
“Any questions Naruto?” Tsunade turned to Naruto.
“No.” Naruto said.
“Good. Dismissed.”
XXX
Naruto guided Gaara to his home, both of them traveling via the rooftops of the Konoha buildings. Gaara was quiet in their journey back and didn’t speak until Naruto showed him his room.
“Well, this is your room. Mine is right next to you. Bathroom is over there. Do whatever you want with this room. I have a feeling we’re going to be together for quite some time.” Naruto said, as Gaara set his bag down.
“You live alone?” Gaara asked, unzipping the bag and taking out a plain, sand colored shirt and loose gray cotton pants.
“You expected someone to want to live with me?” Naruto answered, turning around as Gaara changed. Even though they were both male, Naruto respected othes’ privacy and he didn’t want to make Gaara feel awkward.
“I would have thought that by now you’d have someone.” Gaara said.
“What gave you that idea?” Naruto asked, leading Gaara to the living room. He took out cans of soda from the small fridge in his kitchen and tossed Gaara one.
“Everyone can so easily love you.” Gaara said, pulling the ring of the can open and taking a long sip. Somehow, Naruto did not expect Gaara’s words. “You’re just warm, I guess.”
Naruto smirked. “Sometimes I wish it was so. You know how it is. Having something inside you and everyone being scared.”
“That never stopped you before.” Gaara said. “You’re different now.”
Naruto threw him a blank look. “Oh? It’s called growing up.”
“Peachy.” Gaara began to swirl the contents of his can by tilting it from side to side in his hand.
“I don’t see your gourd anywhere.” Naruto said, when it suddenly began to get too quiet for comfort.
“Too big and noticeable.” Gaara said.
“Don’t you need your sand?” Naruto asked.
“I do.” Gaara said. “But I don’t carry a bulky thing anymore.” He said. “My sand is in the bedroom.”
Naruto didn’t press the matter further. “You hungry?” Gaara didn’t answer, but he did turn to look at him with his black lined eyes. “I’m not much of a cook, but we can grab some takeout.”
“Take out is fine.”
TBC
Okay, I know that Gaara is VERY OC in this chapter, but there IS a reason for that. The reason for his behavior being like this will be revealed bit by bit in future chapters.
Also, I’m kinda’ running dry for ideas on HOW this cold-Naruto can make with Kakashi. But I’m really working on it, and I think I’ve nailed a few things down. So patience coz’ I’m squeezing my head dry on this one.
This is probably the most difficult fic I’ve ever written.