Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Colour of his... eyes? ❯ Chapter 3: The Preperations ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: Alright, so due to a tragedy, the original file I had, with the updated version of this, went and poofed to a place where I cannot go, so, sorry for those of you who have to suffer through this, but, yes, this version is unbeta'd by myself and lacks my usual vigour, still, I like it all the same. For the benefit of many, including my laptop, this fic will be written in American English, because, for some reason, even when I change it, my laptop keeps setting English US as the default language and I cannot be bothered to manually change anything. Anywho, you don' want to listen to me ramble on, so, on with the show.

Naruto: This is a disclaimer. AJ doesn't own us, Kishimoto does. However, we own him and you are free to do so as well. I would give him to you as a present for reading this, but then I'd get lonely, so without further ado, I present the wonderful fic starring me and the bastard Sasuke!

Sasuke: This chapters only warning is foul language, it's still too early for me to pound Naruto's arse into my lovely silken sheets, however, they shall be coming up soon, as the author is a very impatient teen.

 

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Chapter 3: The Preparations

 

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At the Orphanage

 

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It was horrendously late in the afternoon by the time Kiba managed to get back to the orphanage, his already rather contrary and ill-disposed temper made only fouler by his lack of success in locating the missing `Naruko'. Of course, returning to find that Naruto had simply just gone back to the house had only served to make his rude manner enhance and one look at the cargo pants clad teen, sitting comfortably in front of a bowl of ramen was enough to send him over the edge.

“What the bloody fucking hell is your problem Naruto, for I am beginning to get issues with you,” he screeched, lunging at the blonde and tackling him off of his chair.

“What the fuck are you talking about, bitch bag?” retorted Naruto with a snort, not even bothering to swallow the ramen his he had crammed in his mouth, meaning, on top of everything else, Kiba now had a face full of smelly miso and pork ramen hovering around his face.

 

“Waugh…. I'M GOING TO KILL YOU,” he raged, preceding to chase Naruto around the house for a good two and a half hours, despite his earlier fatigue, the blonde occasionally yelling over his shoulder, `What did I do?' only serving to dig himself into an even deeper hole.

 

In fact, that was how Tsunade and Iruka found them, sometime around 8:00 at night, going considerably slower than they had when they started the cat and mouse chase, but still going nonetheless.

“What the hell is going on? You both have ten seconds to explain! Ten… nine…” Tsunade shrieked, ready to throw them both on opposite sides of the room if she had to, Iruka nervously hovering around the door, his nervousness for Naruto only being out beaten by the thought of watching Kiba getting thrown somewhere. It wasn't like he had anything against the dog-loving boy; he'd just always wanted to see him being thrown across the room. Naturally, Naruto's approach was to moan pitifully to Tsunade about never wanting to go through that again, blah-de-blah, who-de-whatsit and etc… Working on previous experience, Tsunade drowned out the first part of Naruto's speech, knowing full well he was only listing past experiences where he'd had to do something stupid… er…different for her.

 

“Are you telling me you didn't like the Prince then?” Tsunade finally asked, getting the gist that Naruto had somehow gotten near the little Royal bastard, for even Tsunade couldn't deny he was an arse, and something had happened, causing him to completely spaz out.

“Well, it's not really that… it's just, well, if I do end up marrying the Prince and stuff, won't he find out I'm a boy?” he asked, nervously scratching the back of his head.

There was a long silence before the door banged open and in trooped a rather tipsy looking Temari, a rather annoyed Shikamaru and an extremely smug looking Gaara, despite the fact that he was still in a dress.

“HEY-LO EVERYSHBODISH…”

Temari's loud voice penetrated everyone in the room's ear, even causing Iruka to clap his hands over his ear and rush out of the room.

“My god, what did you poison her with Shikamaru?” Tsunade questioned, also clapping her hands over her ear, but not taking it as far as running out of the room, rather wishing to look presentable than anything else.

 

“… so troublesome,” the boy in question sighed, raising an eyebrow at Gaara, willing him to start talking, to save him the trouble. However, the red head, still clad in his dress merely smirked and moved to grab Naruto out of Kiba's deadly grasp, for in the middle of the distraction Kiba had managed to capture Naruto and was preceding to noogie the heck out of him.

Shikamaru sighed once more and lazily gestured to the piss drunk girl beside him.

“Once Gaara learnt that Naruto fled the scene, he got pissed off with all the desperate guys trying to get with him and stormed of to the nearest pub, forgetting he was still in a dress,” he began, stretching and yawning every couple of words, “and then, the bartender wouldn't serve him because he was a `girl', and both Gaara and Temari got offended and challenged all the blokes to a drinking competition.”

Here he paused to glare over at the both of them before continuing.

 

“Of course, the inevitable happened and Gaara and Temari both out drank even the bartender. But, it turned out that she had only won by a fraction and didn't seem to be able to hold her own liquor. Once we got outside, she managed to throw up on my shoe not only once, but twice,” he grouched, staring at his debauched shoe, vaguely wondering whether he should just throw it away, or burn it then throw it away.

“I had to carry her back home, and Gaara, being the asshole that he is, simply muttered something about her being my girlfriend and left me to drag her back home.”

With all that said and done, Shikamaru decided his mouth had gotten enough exercise that day and grabbed Temari's sleeve before dragging the poor, intoxicated girl upstairs to shove her rather rudely into her room before escaping to his own room of safety, falling on his bed and happily snoring by the time everyone chanced to blink.

 

“I think that is the most I've heard him speak at a time, except for when he's yelling at Naruto,” Kiba mumbled, thunderstruck before looking down at the empty space which used to contain a very much captured Naruto. He spun around, preparing himself to rip of the arms of anyone who had dared to steal his prize from him when he came face to… well… nose with a rather irate red head, whom had seemed to have slung Naruto over his shoulder fireman style.

“I need to borrow the idiot. You can beat him up afterwards,” Gaara smirked before carrying the still stunned Naruto upstairs. Kiba simply glared at the retreating back until he turned to stalk angrily past Tsunade.

“You are never getting me involved in your fucking stupid ideas ever again,” he spat, teeth gritted wondering where the hell Akamaru was when he needed comfort. The medium sized white puppy bounded into the room, launching himself excitedly into his owner's arms, sensing that the shaggy haired teen was a bit distressed. The both exited the room, leaving a shell-shocked Tsunade and a rather amused Iruka behind.

 

“Did I just get reprimanded by a kid?” she mumbled under her breath, the shocked expression never leaving her face.

“Yes, I believe you just did.”

“You sound so smug you know. You arse,” she growled, desperately trying to throw in a punch, but missing by about a centimeter, him having learned to duck from prior experiences.

“Nope, I was simply confirming what you asked,” he grinned, gently prying her hands open from a fist. Then, leading the way with a slight huff, Tsunade dragged Iruka off to her office so they could discuss further details in the plan to capture the Prince's hand. Naturally, there was something they had left out of the explanation to Naruto and the gang, something very vital indeed.

 

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Meanwhile, back at the Castle

 

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Sasuke sighed as he watched from the window, his mind still filled with thoughts of the blonde, cyan-eyed girl. It was unusual for him to concentrate on anything other than beating his brother in every single subject; the young Uchiha felt like he was constantly under the shadow of his older brother. Of course, he had been ecstatic and over the moon when he had found out he had a whole month to spend with her, but then again, he also had a whole month to spend with hundreds of other girls, and even if they got narrowed down, he would still have to put up with more than one girl until the end. Quite frankly, as he had suggested to his parents, he didn't see why he still had to go through with the stupid plan, considering the fact that he had his mind set on the whiskered-girl, however, they were adamant that the one month trial would be on.

 

They did bring up a valid point that settled him down though. If the fangirls were to catch scent of Prince Sasuke falling in love with some girl, they would hunt said girl down and beat her to a bloody pulp. The thought of his beloved falling prey to such vulgar creatures such as fangirls made Sasuke's entire being quake with fear and more than a bit of anger. So, it was with a heavy heart that the young Uchiha signed his name on the bottom of the contract his parents had constructed and made for him, so he was legally bonded to stick out the ceremony, even if he knew who the girl of his dreams was.

 

“Neji… it really sucks being a Prince. Can I trade places with you for a week,” Sasuke asked, noticing, without even turning around, the long-haired boy silently enter his boudoir.

“No,” came the short and blunt reply.

“You are such a cold, heartless bastard sometimes. It almost makes me jealous,” the youngest Uchiha replied with a sort of grimacing smile, amused despite his situation.

“So, have you decided that you like her,” Neji questioned, curious as to his cousin's feelings, while reminiscing on his own encounter with a rather odd crimson-haired girl. She had had the most gorgeous chartreuse eyes, a unique tattoo on her forehead, but he hadn't really seen it properly, due to the fact that almost immediately after he had called out to her, she had spotted the blonde haired girl and vanished after her.

 

The only thing he had heard about her was her name, from her own chaperone: Saharah.

Well, that's what he had heard anyhow. It was that, or Gaara, and the more he thought about it, the less feminine the latter became, and so he stubbornly chose to stick with the former, a most brilliant trait found in the Hyuuga and Uchiha bloodline.

 

“Well, yes, but…” Sasuke started, unsurely, “there's just something nagging me…”

“I know how you feel,” Neji muttered before explaining to Sasuke his encounter with the red haired girl.

With that, the two sat near to each other, chatting away as if there hadn't been some major rift between them.

“There's something odd about those two girls, and I think they are connected. We should look into it further,” Sasuke smirked sadistically, turning to look at his identically sadistic cousin.

“I think you may be right, dear cousin,” Neji murmured back before the two boys began cackling madly, Sasuke's eyes seemingly going red and Neji's eyes seemingly going even paler than before, almost vanishing until there was nothing but pupils left.

 

Of course, the `perfect' cackling moment was ruined by none other than the bane of Sasuke's existence: Uchiha Itachi.

“TADAIMA(1), SASUKEEEEEEEEEE!” he screeched, barreling through the doorway, despite Sasuke's guards warning him that the two inside must not be disturbed, and launching himself unto his poor unsuspecting brother, one who seemed to have temporarily zoned out from shock.

“Sasuke? Sasuke? Sasukeeeee! Speak to me! Can you breathe,” Neji cried out in shock as the Prince's body just flopped listlessly onto the floor bringing the older Prince's body with it. Finally, the young Uchiha seemed to snap out of it and he stood up in a fit of rage, flinging Itachi's much larger frame off of him with a rather frightening sounding snarl.

 

“Can't you even enter a room like a fucking normal person, you asshole?” he screamed, throwing whatever object he could lay his hands on, Neji finding himself having to dodge dangerously sharp objects with less and less ease. It was times like this when he found he wished he had three hundred and sixty degree vision, however, alas, that was not so.

“Ah, la li ho(2), never mind that, Sasu-Chan,” Itachi purred, dodging the flying objects with practiced ease, his eyes even lulling closed at one point, “I just came to tell you that I have more news on your blonde.”

The crossfire ceased immediately and Sasuke sat down abruptly, waiting for Itachi to begin. Itachi, taking that as his cue to begin, cleared his throat before speaking.

“Well, you see… she is…”

 

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Back at the Orphanage

 

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Gaara looked on with worry as the blonde teenager in front of him sneezed wildly before shaking his head. Maybe running about in the cold with nothing but a dress on wasn't the best of ideas, he thought to himself, inwardly laughing as the cute boy sweat dropped before flopping foreword to rest his head against his shoulder.

“I don't know… what… to make of the Prince,” he sighed, absentmindedly cradling the teddy bear Gaara had thought he had skillfully “hidden” in his safe place.

“Well, I know that his guardsman who's also his cousin interests me far greater than he should do,” Gaara shrugged before jumping wildly as Naruto choked on his own spit, still trying to screech out the word `NANI?!'

“Daijoubu (3), Naru-chan?” Gaara asked worriedly, patting Naruto on the back.

“Nothing… nothing at all…”

 

A loud raucous laughter floated from downstairs, alerting Naruto to the fact that Tsunade had cracked open her booze.

“Oh, fucking hell. This means I'll be riding the mechanical bull naked again, doesn't it?” he sighed, lazily slugging his way towards the door, “coming Gaara?”

“Yeah sure. I wouldn't miss that sight for the world…”

 

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A/N: Sorry, cliffy, I know. But I had completely forgotten about this fanfic on top of all my exams and Beta work! Hn, hope you like the new update. I know I promised a bit of romance, but that's next chapter about Gaara and Neji, with our favorite couple on the side!

(1) I'm back!

(2)A nonsensical phrase, from the anime Gravitation - it's a favorite saying by Ryu in Nittle Grasper.

(3) Are you alright?