Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Broken butterfly wings ❯ Butterfly series ( Chapter 1 )
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By: yaoifan01 
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Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 11.04.2006 | Updated On: 02.09.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.6K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
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Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 11.04.2006 | Updated On: 02.09.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.6K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
‘When a butterfly breaks its wings it slowly dies, ceasing to exist.’
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of his characters.
Genre: Fluffy mushy love crap.
Warning: Rated M. Guy on guy love/ gay porn a.k.a Yaoi. When I say yaoi people I mean yaoi. I hate it when people put down ‘yaoi’ and there is no yaoi in the fucking story. Get it right people! Yaoi is porn! There is rape as well =.=.
Parings: It’s going to be Kakashi and Naruto (secretly of course)
Author notes: This is a first person P.O.V I don’t normally read first person unless it’s written beautifully. This is a two-three shot. Not sure yet I am only half way done with the sequel that is called ‘butterfly kiss’.
Feb- 07 I HAD to edit this, sorry. But please, If you like this then check out my other stories as well. I am going to continue this on Aff probably not HERE. Not sure.
Sit back, relax, and well I hope you enjoy the show.
Broken butterfly wings
Kakashi Journal: entry one
2008 6:02 am Tokyo
I have a secret.
The ray of sun light seeped in to the room. Rolling over, I threw an arm over my eyes to block out the bedroom light. Finally I pulled myself into a sitting position, brushing the silver hair out of my eyes, and leaned against the headboard. I gave a yawn while hugging the covers on my chest.
“Iruka if you don’t get up now you’re going to be late for work,” I said softly. Without opening my eyes it only took me a second to realize that I was alone in my bed, like I always was.
“Iruka,” I ignored my words and fell back asleep. We have been dating for over three years now. He was a kindergarten teacher, a good one too, that’s probably what attracted me to him. He inspired me to become a teacher as well, but I couldn’t handle kids so I became a high school teacher.
He doesn’t know that I have a secret…
A secret that even I am ashamed about.
The alarm clock rang.
I opened one eye and rolled to the side of his bed and sighed, I wish he had never bought the stupid thing. Still not awake, I extended my arm to push the button so the annoying thing would shut up. For a moment I laid in bed watching the ceiling with a glassy stare, allowing my brain to catch up to my body. I sat up from my bed and was pleased to find a letter from Iruka by my bedside.
Kakashi I couldn’t bare to wake you to up to say good-bye. So I kissed your cheek while you where sleeping peacefully. I love you and I will see you later ok?
P.S. come home early so I can make you a big dinner.
Love Iruka
It was on my way to school that saw one of my sophomore students, Naruto. He was alone standing under a cherry blossom tree reading a book. I stood still untill our eyes met. He looked at me, then back at his book ignoring my stare, as if I was a stranger to him and not his homeroom teacher.
I remember when I first saw the boy. It was about a year before I started working here. It was noon at lunch break and I was on the balcony smoking a cigarette (against school policy of course.) and my mind had wandered off in to a daydream.
Our school was lucky enough to have a garden in the back of the main building. It was filled with thousands of flowers of all colors such as pink, and blue, yellow, purple. And tulips, roses, dandelions, any flower in the world you could possibly think of. It was here at our school.
I glanced down to see a boy in the flower garden. He wore gloves and apron over his mandatory blue and red school uniform. Naruto had his hair shorter then; golden blond that made a halo over his yellow hair, his blue eyes where filled with so much joy and happiness at that time. It still is now, but never to me, not as it was before. Why? What we had was special …wasn’t it?
He looked to be freshmen, couldn’t really tell at the time. But I found it difficult to turn my gaze away. I would watch him closely and it stayed that way for another year.
Could I fall in love with someone who I have never talked to? I looked on day after day, still not being able to tear my eyes away.
To me, I am an ugly moth to the beautiful butterfly.
It wasn’t until a year later that I gathered all my courage to go into the flower garden and actually talk to the boy. He didn’t know me but he still gave me an idiotic smile, I could tell he was one of those kids who liked trouble.
“Hello,” I said fully eager to meet him and know more about this kid who would always skip lunch to be in the flower garden. “I always see you in this garden caring for these flowers, and dancing with the butterflies.” He looked at me while he sprinkled water on the flowers, a butterfly resting on his shoulder.
“I love flowers and butterflies. People make fun of me but I can't help but think they are beautiful,” he gave me a toothy grin witch made my heart sing. It was worth talking to him and missing a mandatory teachers meeting in the lunchroom. Behind Naruto I could see, stood another boy.
“You’re going to kill the flowers if you water them too much, Naruto-kun,” the older boy said, his arms folded under the shade of a willow tree.
“Well I don’t want to do that!” Naruto bent down touching the sunflowers almost to tears. This boy with raven black hair walked up to Naruto, and patted the younger boys head head, giving him a warm smile.
“Why don’t you take turns watering the vegetables now?” He pointed over to the side of the building where the vegetable garden was.
This boy was Uchiha Itachi; I had seen him in the principal’s office countless times, for getting into fights with his younger brother, Uchiha Sasuke. From what I know, Itachi is known to be the black sheep of the family. I could tell then that he has serious problems. He had long hair and eyes that where empty pits of darkness. But this isn’t the Itachi I had seen earlier; his eyes are much kinder now. Was the kindness in Itachi's eyes Naruto’s doing?
“What is your name kid?” I said while I followed him out of the flower garden. Itachi stayed behind tending to the damaged flowers.
“Uzamaki Naruto!” He jumped up dusting the dirt off of his school uniform. “And yours?”
“Hatake Kakashi,” was my simple reply, as I reached out and took his hand. “I am pleased to meet you Naruto, I think you are in my homeroom class next year.”
“Really? That’s great! I am looking forward to it!”
The next year I was happy to find him in my classroom. I had to pull some strings to make it happen but it did. Unfortunately for Naruto I wasn’t a very good teacher, made him do unspeakable things.
I am an ugly moth.
(Present)
I decided to come and talk to my student who leaned against the Sakura tree. “Hello Naruto,” I said my hands in my pockets the wind blowing in my sliver hair. I had found it strange that the boy could write and stand at the same time, the cherry blossoms swiftly falling on his head. The new day sun was warming my back.
“Good morning sensei,” he looked in my direction avoiding eye contact with me. Trying to remain polite as possible he bows his head.
“Are you here to meet Itachi?” I asked, not that it was any of my business.
He gave a muffled reply and squired away, trying his best to ignore me, and walked striate towards Sasuke, his best friend.
I smiled, because I don’t blame him for hating me. I deserve being hated. I hate myself too at times. I watched on with a hint of jealousy as he grabbed a hold Sasuke's arm smiling and giggling, looking happy. I looked down and kicked a small rock with the tip of my shoe; I wish he would smile again at me.
He doesn’t smile at me.
The school bell rang. I walked along the hallways ignoring the other teacher chitchat; they would constantly talk to one another about me. I didn’t find myself attractive like they had; I have long silver hair and scar over my left eye from a fight in high school. I did try to dress my best and always wore a blue suit and tie.
I stood by the desk, arms crossed, witching my students scampering about trying to get to their seats before the last bell rang.
Naruto casually walked into class, Sasuke by his side, and sat in a seat next to the window right next to a boy named Shikamaru. He would always seem to have his face in a puddle of drool, from sleeping.
“All right class; please sit down so I can take roll.”
“Haruno Sakura.”
“Here sensei!” The pink haired girl chirped merrily, while sitting in her seat backwards trying to talk to her friends. I think I heard one of my students say Naruto liked this girl at one time.
“Uchiha Sasuke.” This boy had his black hair parted down the middle of his head the rest of his hair was spiked, giving him the somewhat of a Goth look. He seemed to frown at everyone but Naruto, which made people suspect that he was gay (including myself). I can relate to him He is the good-looking bad boy of high school, much like me when I was his age.
“Hmm,” was his simple reply, which meant that he was indeed here.
“Uzamaki Naruto” I kept my eyes on my paper, when I hadn’t gotten a response I yelled out again. “Uzumaki Naruto!”
“Oh Here.” He sighed and rested his chin on his knuckles then turned his gaze out the window. I frowned at him.
“Naruto I am going to need to talk to you after school, it’s about that essay you turned in to me the other day.” He gave me that look, the look of terror, but I hid my emotions and gave him a smile. I could tell he knew instantly what I wanted of him.
“Y-yes sensei.”
-After school-
"Follow me," I said.
He followed me obediently his head down on the floor, his hands behind his back. I lead my student down the empty hallway to a door. I glanced behind my back and inserted the key into the lock. The door swung opened into a large room. I locked the door behind me making sure no one was in the vacant hallways. It was another classroom much like my own except it had with no windows and was filled with old desks. I wouldn’t want anybody to disturb our playtime.
I glanced back at my student, his body was so much smaller then mine was. His school clothes hung loosely over his shoulders. I striped myself of my coat and placed my briefcase gently on the desk beside me.
Naruto stood in front of my desk; I couldn’t read the emotions on his face.
“Sensei, why do you wish to see me?” he asked as if he didn’t know already. This was becoming a common thing between him and I, and yet, he still loved playing the fool, pretending this is the first time.
“I wanted to talk to you about your failing essay.” I shuffled through papers pretending to look busy.
“I failed! But how could I have failed? I studied so hard with Sasuke, he read over it and everything!” Naruto folded his arms over his chest and gave me a pout.
“I don’t know,” I said, my answer simple.
He looked at me with his pale blue eyes, not wanting, not needing, not like I was. I fell into the fluffy leather brown chair by the desk, exhaling loudly.
“What exactly would Sasuke think?” My face must have been cold because the look he gave me was nothing but alarm and confusion. He closed his eyes, and his chest seemed to draw with an effort of breath. I started tapping on the wide oak table.
“You know what you have to do.” I said as I leaned on the palm of my hand.
“And if I do this, you will give me an A + right?”
“I have before, have I not?”
He seemed to understand, gave me a nod, and bent down on his knees. He stared at my chest, my impatient grunt told him to continue. He nodded again, and then I felt his hand on my chest, his arm-twisted slowly until his palm was facing upward. He tucked his fingers between my legs, just below my crouch and gave a squeeze. It was a light playful squeeze, but it was enough to send shivers up my spine.
“Oh god Naruto…”
With a slow dreamlike slowness, he pulled down the zipper of my pants and wiggled his fingers all the way through the opening. Through the thin material Naruto wrapped his velvety fingers stroking the tip of my erection. He reached in between my legs feeling my organ; he pulled it out of my pants. My face was hot and I nodded enquiringly to him, he kissed it, his face squeezed together like he had licked a lemon. As gently as he could he put it in his mouth. The sensations where real, it felt amazing, no mere words could describe.
A moan escaped, but I quickly bit my lip. His head bobbled up and down. I put my hand over his head feeling the softness of his hair. He glared up at me with his blue orbs and knocked my hand away.
“You’re getting much better at this,” I could hear myself say.
As soon as I had said this he quickly stood up and wiped away the white liquid that was all over his face from my orgasm. He grabbed his book bag and flung it over his shoulder. He opened the door but I slammed it shut. I could see the little hairs on his shoulder go up. My skin color was a corpse compared to his tanned skin.
“Kakashi sensei, I did what you asked now please let me go.”
No, I wanted more, I needed more; I want him to love me as I love him. So I ignored his words.
Breathing heavily I sat him up and slid my hands under his back and gently lifted him. His eyes remained closed as I was pressing his body closer to mine. His heartbeat was going extremely fast, was this… fear?
Lifting his chin I kissed him, our tongues having a surreptitious battle with each other. He started to tremble around me and began to cry. This person of blinding wonder gave me an intense feeling. I could have my way with him.
Like a rag doll, I tossed him over my desk pulling down his pants. My fingers glided over his hard erect nipples. I sucked on them, then my mouth moving lower past his belly button and onto his penis. His cries became more hysterical, I could feel his nails tearing into my back, but that didn’t stop me. I sucked on it harder, his came flowed into my mouth and I swallowed it.
“You’re so small down here, as small as a string bean.” My tongue worked its way up the tip, then all around his inexperienced erection. “No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend.”
My words must have enraged him because he reeled around and tried to punch me with his fist. His face was flushed as red. I tossed him around so he laid flat on his belly, easily pinning him down with one hand. My remaining hand was gliding down his firm buttocks squeezing them, my finger looking for the opening.
“No,” he cried frantically kicking his legs out. “No don’t please!”
“Naruto relax, just a little longer, I promise, it will be over soon. First time?”
“Itachi…” he mumbled out completely ignoring what I asked him. Why couldn’t it be my name you called out? Why couldn’t it be me!
Normally I am a very laid back person, but this infuriated me to no end. “I bet you did this with Itachi many times!” A small growl came from the bottom of my throat. I easily ripped off his shirt, pooping buttons and sending them scattering across the floor. “Or is this what you want to do with him? You want him to fuck you raw and hard! You want his sweaty body all over your own!” I throw all of my weight against him. I injected my finger into his ass stretching it out and tearing it apart.
As I think about it now, I realize that I am a fool. My jealousy and blinding anger only hurt the one I care about most. I am a fool.
“Surrender yourself to me,” I said viciously. My hands ran down his slender body and I leaned forward and kissed his neck and ears, his throat and back. I wrapped my fingers around his moistening penis and slid my hand up and down slowly. Up and down. He shivered at my touch.
I tried to kiss his lips, but he wouldn’t let me. I closed my mouth over his shoulder; vaguely feeling my teeth break through the skin.
I put my hand over his mouth to muffle his cries of pain. I sucked on his neck leaving a red mark, forcing myself further into him. My dick sliding into place. There was a fiery frenzy in my movements as I rode him, in and out, in and out. He screamed now, his nails digging into the desk. I tore into him, thrusting myself into his body, becoming one. Harder I found myself thinking harder, harder!
Sweat covered both of our bodies; I huffed with pleasure as I was pumping my seed into him. Pleasure, love, hate, all spiraling together in one big motion.
“Naruto,” I whispered over and over in his ear, as if his name was the only word I knew.
When I was too exhausted to continue, I got up and looked at the mess I created. He was gasping staring back at me with vacant eyes. My blonde’s half-naked body was sweating and trembling uncontrollably, my cum and blood trickled down his legs.
What have I done? What possessed me to do such a thing? There was a loud yelp and it took me a moment to realize it was from me. I fell into the chair, sobbing, like a two-year-old child who lost his mom at the market.
When Naruto saw me crying he gave me a tragic and wary smile. With his thumb he reached up and wiped away my tears. This surprised me greatly because I just did something horrible and unforgivable to him.
“So you can cry,” he whispered. I couldn’t tell if that was sarcasm or if he really didn’t think I could cry.
His smile quickly faded and he bent down his arms still trembling, while he put on his clothes on. I wasn’t undressed so I just zipped up my pants. His back was still to me when he said:
“That was… my first time.”
He ran out the door.
I followed blindly after him, past the school gates and onto Tokyo’s city, dogging people and buildings until he stopped and could run no longer.
“Here, I’ll take you home,” I said. The rain pored down on me and into my eyes, almost blinding me making my vision hazy. I was caring all of my belongings in one hand including my jacket and scarf and my briefcase in the other. When he said nothing, I grabbed his arm, almost dragging him in the direction of his house.
After a while Naruto didn’t seem to mind that we both said nothing as we walked side by side in the open city lights. I gathered up my strength and reached around and put my arm over his shoulder to keep him warm and shield him from the falling rain. The look he gave me made my heart ace.
“You will go to jail.”
“I know,” I said sadly.
“People will hate you.”
“I know,” I again repeated.
Not being able to hold it in anymore I bent down and wrapped my arms around the boy’s smaller body. I pulled him closer to me gently kissing his cheek then resting my head on his shoulder. He smelt so nice and his skin was as smooth as a silk. Could he feel my heart beat ten times faster? Could he possibly know how much he meant to me?
There was a loud sigh and Naruto bowed his head into my chest. He seemed to give up struggling with me; I smoothed his hair vaguely smelling the coconut shampoo. His body started to tremble as my hands griped his waist.
“I love you,” I said at last. It was the truth; I did more then anything in the world. I desperately wanted him to feel the same. Love me as I love him. He pushed me away arms length looking at the ground. He still won’t look into my eyes.
“I hate you,” he said with out emotion.
I didn’t say anything as the rain pored on us. How could I? I was at a loss for words. In a daze I took off my scarf and rapped it around his neck, so he wouldn’t catch a cold. The rain slicked to his skin and he stared back at me with his startling blue eyes.
Without any faltering he threw off my scarf and stepped on it with his shoe. “Did you not hear me? I said I hate you!” The words spilled from him, broken by sobs. He turned around to leave. This time I let him and watched him, until I could only hear his footsteps. The city lights blinded me.
“I know,” I breathed, talking to myself.
Gravely depressed, I decided to take the short cut home. Iruka will probably be very angry with me for being late, much later then usual. But strangely I don’t give a rat’s ass.
The door was already open so I walked in drenched from head to foot in rainwater. I found Iruka on the couch, his long hair wet from a shower perhaps. Carefully I put my things on the floor and the keys on the counter table. He jumped up, still very pleased to see me. His face inched closer to mine aiming for my lips, but I turned my cheek.
“Your home Kakashi?” He gave me a crushing hug. He didn’t seem notice that I avoided kissing him. “I was worried about you! Where you in a meeting?”
“Yeah,” I gave him a wary smile. “I am really tired so I am going to go to sleep now.”
“You’re so dedicated to your students.
“No, not tonight, I am not in the mood for that tonight.” He wants me inside of him; he wants sex. When did I realize you where not the one I love?
“Oh, I have been meaning to tell you that I found an essay on your desk today. I know I am not supposed to touch any of your things but I couldn’t help it. It was written by my former student Uzumaki Naruto, you know, the one about butterflies. I read it and I was suprised that you had given him an F, well shocked actually.”
“You think so?” I said not amused while reading the paper at the table. “I must have been tired so I’ll look over it again. If you think it’s a+ material then it most likely is.”
“Yeah I do, I really like the part about the butterflies. If you read really closely you can tell he is comparing the wings to a broken heart.”
It was true that I didn’t even bother looking at his essay. I just gave him an F like I always did. It was just so I could have a moment or two talking to him. I didn’t mean for it to go this far. He must hate me now.
Iruka sat on the couch, with his arm around me. I wanted to push it off, but I didn’t have the heart. I’ll see Naruto in the morning; hopefully he would forgive me by then. I know that it is wishful thinking, but...
I can’t help but wonder if a heart is as fragile as a broken butterfly wing.
Next chapter ‘butterfly kiss’ coming soon …
What does Naruto think about all of this? Will Kakashi get into trouble? Will Iruka find out? You will have to wait to find out.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of his characters.
Genre: Fluffy mushy love crap.
Warning: Rated M. Guy on guy love/ gay porn a.k.a Yaoi. When I say yaoi people I mean yaoi. I hate it when people put down ‘yaoi’ and there is no yaoi in the fucking story. Get it right people! Yaoi is porn! There is rape as well =.=.
Parings: It’s going to be Kakashi and Naruto (secretly of course)
Author notes: This is a first person P.O.V I don’t normally read first person unless it’s written beautifully. This is a two-three shot. Not sure yet I am only half way done with the sequel that is called ‘butterfly kiss’.
Feb- 07 I HAD to edit this, sorry. But please, If you like this then check out my other stories as well. I am going to continue this on Aff probably not HERE. Not sure.
Sit back, relax, and well I hope you enjoy the show.
Broken butterfly wings
Kakashi Journal: entry one
2008 6:02 am Tokyo
I have a secret.
The ray of sun light seeped in to the room. Rolling over, I threw an arm over my eyes to block out the bedroom light. Finally I pulled myself into a sitting position, brushing the silver hair out of my eyes, and leaned against the headboard. I gave a yawn while hugging the covers on my chest.
“Iruka if you don’t get up now you’re going to be late for work,” I said softly. Without opening my eyes it only took me a second to realize that I was alone in my bed, like I always was.
“Iruka,” I ignored my words and fell back asleep. We have been dating for over three years now. He was a kindergarten teacher, a good one too, that’s probably what attracted me to him. He inspired me to become a teacher as well, but I couldn’t handle kids so I became a high school teacher.
He doesn’t know that I have a secret…
A secret that even I am ashamed about.
The alarm clock rang.
I opened one eye and rolled to the side of his bed and sighed, I wish he had never bought the stupid thing. Still not awake, I extended my arm to push the button so the annoying thing would shut up. For a moment I laid in bed watching the ceiling with a glassy stare, allowing my brain to catch up to my body. I sat up from my bed and was pleased to find a letter from Iruka by my bedside.
Kakashi I couldn’t bare to wake you to up to say good-bye. So I kissed your cheek while you where sleeping peacefully. I love you and I will see you later ok?
P.S. come home early so I can make you a big dinner.
Love Iruka
It was on my way to school that saw one of my sophomore students, Naruto. He was alone standing under a cherry blossom tree reading a book. I stood still untill our eyes met. He looked at me, then back at his book ignoring my stare, as if I was a stranger to him and not his homeroom teacher.
I remember when I first saw the boy. It was about a year before I started working here. It was noon at lunch break and I was on the balcony smoking a cigarette (against school policy of course.) and my mind had wandered off in to a daydream.
Our school was lucky enough to have a garden in the back of the main building. It was filled with thousands of flowers of all colors such as pink, and blue, yellow, purple. And tulips, roses, dandelions, any flower in the world you could possibly think of. It was here at our school.
I glanced down to see a boy in the flower garden. He wore gloves and apron over his mandatory blue and red school uniform. Naruto had his hair shorter then; golden blond that made a halo over his yellow hair, his blue eyes where filled with so much joy and happiness at that time. It still is now, but never to me, not as it was before. Why? What we had was special …wasn’t it?
He looked to be freshmen, couldn’t really tell at the time. But I found it difficult to turn my gaze away. I would watch him closely and it stayed that way for another year.
Could I fall in love with someone who I have never talked to? I looked on day after day, still not being able to tear my eyes away.
To me, I am an ugly moth to the beautiful butterfly.
It wasn’t until a year later that I gathered all my courage to go into the flower garden and actually talk to the boy. He didn’t know me but he still gave me an idiotic smile, I could tell he was one of those kids who liked trouble.
“Hello,” I said fully eager to meet him and know more about this kid who would always skip lunch to be in the flower garden. “I always see you in this garden caring for these flowers, and dancing with the butterflies.” He looked at me while he sprinkled water on the flowers, a butterfly resting on his shoulder.
“I love flowers and butterflies. People make fun of me but I can't help but think they are beautiful,” he gave me a toothy grin witch made my heart sing. It was worth talking to him and missing a mandatory teachers meeting in the lunchroom. Behind Naruto I could see, stood another boy.
“You’re going to kill the flowers if you water them too much, Naruto-kun,” the older boy said, his arms folded under the shade of a willow tree.
“Well I don’t want to do that!” Naruto bent down touching the sunflowers almost to tears. This boy with raven black hair walked up to Naruto, and patted the younger boys head head, giving him a warm smile.
“Why don’t you take turns watering the vegetables now?” He pointed over to the side of the building where the vegetable garden was.
This boy was Uchiha Itachi; I had seen him in the principal’s office countless times, for getting into fights with his younger brother, Uchiha Sasuke. From what I know, Itachi is known to be the black sheep of the family. I could tell then that he has serious problems. He had long hair and eyes that where empty pits of darkness. But this isn’t the Itachi I had seen earlier; his eyes are much kinder now. Was the kindness in Itachi's eyes Naruto’s doing?
“What is your name kid?” I said while I followed him out of the flower garden. Itachi stayed behind tending to the damaged flowers.
“Uzamaki Naruto!” He jumped up dusting the dirt off of his school uniform. “And yours?”
“Hatake Kakashi,” was my simple reply, as I reached out and took his hand. “I am pleased to meet you Naruto, I think you are in my homeroom class next year.”
“Really? That’s great! I am looking forward to it!”
The next year I was happy to find him in my classroom. I had to pull some strings to make it happen but it did. Unfortunately for Naruto I wasn’t a very good teacher, made him do unspeakable things.
I am an ugly moth.
(Present)
I decided to come and talk to my student who leaned against the Sakura tree. “Hello Naruto,” I said my hands in my pockets the wind blowing in my sliver hair. I had found it strange that the boy could write and stand at the same time, the cherry blossoms swiftly falling on his head. The new day sun was warming my back.
“Good morning sensei,” he looked in my direction avoiding eye contact with me. Trying to remain polite as possible he bows his head.
“Are you here to meet Itachi?” I asked, not that it was any of my business.
He gave a muffled reply and squired away, trying his best to ignore me, and walked striate towards Sasuke, his best friend.
I smiled, because I don’t blame him for hating me. I deserve being hated. I hate myself too at times. I watched on with a hint of jealousy as he grabbed a hold Sasuke's arm smiling and giggling, looking happy. I looked down and kicked a small rock with the tip of my shoe; I wish he would smile again at me.
He doesn’t smile at me.
The school bell rang. I walked along the hallways ignoring the other teacher chitchat; they would constantly talk to one another about me. I didn’t find myself attractive like they had; I have long silver hair and scar over my left eye from a fight in high school. I did try to dress my best and always wore a blue suit and tie.
I stood by the desk, arms crossed, witching my students scampering about trying to get to their seats before the last bell rang.
Naruto casually walked into class, Sasuke by his side, and sat in a seat next to the window right next to a boy named Shikamaru. He would always seem to have his face in a puddle of drool, from sleeping.
“All right class; please sit down so I can take roll.”
“Haruno Sakura.”
“Here sensei!” The pink haired girl chirped merrily, while sitting in her seat backwards trying to talk to her friends. I think I heard one of my students say Naruto liked this girl at one time.
“Uchiha Sasuke.” This boy had his black hair parted down the middle of his head the rest of his hair was spiked, giving him the somewhat of a Goth look. He seemed to frown at everyone but Naruto, which made people suspect that he was gay (including myself). I can relate to him He is the good-looking bad boy of high school, much like me when I was his age.
“Hmm,” was his simple reply, which meant that he was indeed here.
“Uzamaki Naruto” I kept my eyes on my paper, when I hadn’t gotten a response I yelled out again. “Uzumaki Naruto!”
“Oh Here.” He sighed and rested his chin on his knuckles then turned his gaze out the window. I frowned at him.
“Naruto I am going to need to talk to you after school, it’s about that essay you turned in to me the other day.” He gave me that look, the look of terror, but I hid my emotions and gave him a smile. I could tell he knew instantly what I wanted of him.
“Y-yes sensei.”
-After school-
"Follow me," I said.
He followed me obediently his head down on the floor, his hands behind his back. I lead my student down the empty hallway to a door. I glanced behind my back and inserted the key into the lock. The door swung opened into a large room. I locked the door behind me making sure no one was in the vacant hallways. It was another classroom much like my own except it had with no windows and was filled with old desks. I wouldn’t want anybody to disturb our playtime.
I glanced back at my student, his body was so much smaller then mine was. His school clothes hung loosely over his shoulders. I striped myself of my coat and placed my briefcase gently on the desk beside me.
Naruto stood in front of my desk; I couldn’t read the emotions on his face.
“Sensei, why do you wish to see me?” he asked as if he didn’t know already. This was becoming a common thing between him and I, and yet, he still loved playing the fool, pretending this is the first time.
“I wanted to talk to you about your failing essay.” I shuffled through papers pretending to look busy.
“I failed! But how could I have failed? I studied so hard with Sasuke, he read over it and everything!” Naruto folded his arms over his chest and gave me a pout.
“I don’t know,” I said, my answer simple.
He looked at me with his pale blue eyes, not wanting, not needing, not like I was. I fell into the fluffy leather brown chair by the desk, exhaling loudly.
“What exactly would Sasuke think?” My face must have been cold because the look he gave me was nothing but alarm and confusion. He closed his eyes, and his chest seemed to draw with an effort of breath. I started tapping on the wide oak table.
“You know what you have to do.” I said as I leaned on the palm of my hand.
“And if I do this, you will give me an A + right?”
“I have before, have I not?”
He seemed to understand, gave me a nod, and bent down on his knees. He stared at my chest, my impatient grunt told him to continue. He nodded again, and then I felt his hand on my chest, his arm-twisted slowly until his palm was facing upward. He tucked his fingers between my legs, just below my crouch and gave a squeeze. It was a light playful squeeze, but it was enough to send shivers up my spine.
“Oh god Naruto…”
With a slow dreamlike slowness, he pulled down the zipper of my pants and wiggled his fingers all the way through the opening. Through the thin material Naruto wrapped his velvety fingers stroking the tip of my erection. He reached in between my legs feeling my organ; he pulled it out of my pants. My face was hot and I nodded enquiringly to him, he kissed it, his face squeezed together like he had licked a lemon. As gently as he could he put it in his mouth. The sensations where real, it felt amazing, no mere words could describe.
A moan escaped, but I quickly bit my lip. His head bobbled up and down. I put my hand over his head feeling the softness of his hair. He glared up at me with his blue orbs and knocked my hand away.
“You’re getting much better at this,” I could hear myself say.
As soon as I had said this he quickly stood up and wiped away the white liquid that was all over his face from my orgasm. He grabbed his book bag and flung it over his shoulder. He opened the door but I slammed it shut. I could see the little hairs on his shoulder go up. My skin color was a corpse compared to his tanned skin.
“Kakashi sensei, I did what you asked now please let me go.”
No, I wanted more, I needed more; I want him to love me as I love him. So I ignored his words.
Breathing heavily I sat him up and slid my hands under his back and gently lifted him. His eyes remained closed as I was pressing his body closer to mine. His heartbeat was going extremely fast, was this… fear?
Lifting his chin I kissed him, our tongues having a surreptitious battle with each other. He started to tremble around me and began to cry. This person of blinding wonder gave me an intense feeling. I could have my way with him.
Like a rag doll, I tossed him over my desk pulling down his pants. My fingers glided over his hard erect nipples. I sucked on them, then my mouth moving lower past his belly button and onto his penis. His cries became more hysterical, I could feel his nails tearing into my back, but that didn’t stop me. I sucked on it harder, his came flowed into my mouth and I swallowed it.
“You’re so small down here, as small as a string bean.” My tongue worked its way up the tip, then all around his inexperienced erection. “No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend.”
My words must have enraged him because he reeled around and tried to punch me with his fist. His face was flushed as red. I tossed him around so he laid flat on his belly, easily pinning him down with one hand. My remaining hand was gliding down his firm buttocks squeezing them, my finger looking for the opening.
“No,” he cried frantically kicking his legs out. “No don’t please!”
“Naruto relax, just a little longer, I promise, it will be over soon. First time?”
“Itachi…” he mumbled out completely ignoring what I asked him. Why couldn’t it be my name you called out? Why couldn’t it be me!
Normally I am a very laid back person, but this infuriated me to no end. “I bet you did this with Itachi many times!” A small growl came from the bottom of my throat. I easily ripped off his shirt, pooping buttons and sending them scattering across the floor. “Or is this what you want to do with him? You want him to fuck you raw and hard! You want his sweaty body all over your own!” I throw all of my weight against him. I injected my finger into his ass stretching it out and tearing it apart.
As I think about it now, I realize that I am a fool. My jealousy and blinding anger only hurt the one I care about most. I am a fool.
“Surrender yourself to me,” I said viciously. My hands ran down his slender body and I leaned forward and kissed his neck and ears, his throat and back. I wrapped my fingers around his moistening penis and slid my hand up and down slowly. Up and down. He shivered at my touch.
I tried to kiss his lips, but he wouldn’t let me. I closed my mouth over his shoulder; vaguely feeling my teeth break through the skin.
I put my hand over his mouth to muffle his cries of pain. I sucked on his neck leaving a red mark, forcing myself further into him. My dick sliding into place. There was a fiery frenzy in my movements as I rode him, in and out, in and out. He screamed now, his nails digging into the desk. I tore into him, thrusting myself into his body, becoming one. Harder I found myself thinking harder, harder!
Sweat covered both of our bodies; I huffed with pleasure as I was pumping my seed into him. Pleasure, love, hate, all spiraling together in one big motion.
“Naruto,” I whispered over and over in his ear, as if his name was the only word I knew.
When I was too exhausted to continue, I got up and looked at the mess I created. He was gasping staring back at me with vacant eyes. My blonde’s half-naked body was sweating and trembling uncontrollably, my cum and blood trickled down his legs.
What have I done? What possessed me to do such a thing? There was a loud yelp and it took me a moment to realize it was from me. I fell into the chair, sobbing, like a two-year-old child who lost his mom at the market.
When Naruto saw me crying he gave me a tragic and wary smile. With his thumb he reached up and wiped away my tears. This surprised me greatly because I just did something horrible and unforgivable to him.
“So you can cry,” he whispered. I couldn’t tell if that was sarcasm or if he really didn’t think I could cry.
His smile quickly faded and he bent down his arms still trembling, while he put on his clothes on. I wasn’t undressed so I just zipped up my pants. His back was still to me when he said:
“That was… my first time.”
He ran out the door.
I followed blindly after him, past the school gates and onto Tokyo’s city, dogging people and buildings until he stopped and could run no longer.
“Here, I’ll take you home,” I said. The rain pored down on me and into my eyes, almost blinding me making my vision hazy. I was caring all of my belongings in one hand including my jacket and scarf and my briefcase in the other. When he said nothing, I grabbed his arm, almost dragging him in the direction of his house.
After a while Naruto didn’t seem to mind that we both said nothing as we walked side by side in the open city lights. I gathered up my strength and reached around and put my arm over his shoulder to keep him warm and shield him from the falling rain. The look he gave me made my heart ace.
“You will go to jail.”
“I know,” I said sadly.
“People will hate you.”
“I know,” I again repeated.
Not being able to hold it in anymore I bent down and wrapped my arms around the boy’s smaller body. I pulled him closer to me gently kissing his cheek then resting my head on his shoulder. He smelt so nice and his skin was as smooth as a silk. Could he feel my heart beat ten times faster? Could he possibly know how much he meant to me?
There was a loud sigh and Naruto bowed his head into my chest. He seemed to give up struggling with me; I smoothed his hair vaguely smelling the coconut shampoo. His body started to tremble as my hands griped his waist.
“I love you,” I said at last. It was the truth; I did more then anything in the world. I desperately wanted him to feel the same. Love me as I love him. He pushed me away arms length looking at the ground. He still won’t look into my eyes.
“I hate you,” he said with out emotion.
I didn’t say anything as the rain pored on us. How could I? I was at a loss for words. In a daze I took off my scarf and rapped it around his neck, so he wouldn’t catch a cold. The rain slicked to his skin and he stared back at me with his startling blue eyes.
Without any faltering he threw off my scarf and stepped on it with his shoe. “Did you not hear me? I said I hate you!” The words spilled from him, broken by sobs. He turned around to leave. This time I let him and watched him, until I could only hear his footsteps. The city lights blinded me.
“I know,” I breathed, talking to myself.
Gravely depressed, I decided to take the short cut home. Iruka will probably be very angry with me for being late, much later then usual. But strangely I don’t give a rat’s ass.
The door was already open so I walked in drenched from head to foot in rainwater. I found Iruka on the couch, his long hair wet from a shower perhaps. Carefully I put my things on the floor and the keys on the counter table. He jumped up, still very pleased to see me. His face inched closer to mine aiming for my lips, but I turned my cheek.
“Your home Kakashi?” He gave me a crushing hug. He didn’t seem notice that I avoided kissing him. “I was worried about you! Where you in a meeting?”
“Yeah,” I gave him a wary smile. “I am really tired so I am going to go to sleep now.”
“You’re so dedicated to your students.
“No, not tonight, I am not in the mood for that tonight.” He wants me inside of him; he wants sex. When did I realize you where not the one I love?
“Oh, I have been meaning to tell you that I found an essay on your desk today. I know I am not supposed to touch any of your things but I couldn’t help it. It was written by my former student Uzumaki Naruto, you know, the one about butterflies. I read it and I was suprised that you had given him an F, well shocked actually.”
“You think so?” I said not amused while reading the paper at the table. “I must have been tired so I’ll look over it again. If you think it’s a+ material then it most likely is.”
“Yeah I do, I really like the part about the butterflies. If you read really closely you can tell he is comparing the wings to a broken heart.”
It was true that I didn’t even bother looking at his essay. I just gave him an F like I always did. It was just so I could have a moment or two talking to him. I didn’t mean for it to go this far. He must hate me now.
Iruka sat on the couch, with his arm around me. I wanted to push it off, but I didn’t have the heart. I’ll see Naruto in the morning; hopefully he would forgive me by then. I know that it is wishful thinking, but...
I can’t help but wonder if a heart is as fragile as a broken butterfly wing.
Next chapter ‘butterfly kiss’ coming soon …
What does Naruto think about all of this? Will Kakashi get into trouble? Will Iruka find out? You will have to wait to find out.