Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Help Me To Remember ❯ Gynecomorphous ( Chapter 11 )

I don't own these characters, only the ideas.

 

Gynecomorphous (adj) having the form, appearance, or attributes of a female

 

Naruto was presently in his male body, riffling through a crammed box of female clothes he had hidden in his ceiling to keep rumors inexistent.

 

Sasuke sat on his bed, leaning forward every once and a while to see why the hell his boyfriend was taking so long.

 

Yes, boyfriend.

 

After the bet between Naruka and Ino had taken place, they just… became a couple.

 

Sometimes Naruto could technically be his girlfriend too, so for now, because of Naruka and Ino's little cat fight in the hallway, that's the way it was staying.

 

“Why are you taking so long?!” he barked, making Naruto flinch.

 

“It's barely spring, only March, and I don't really have anything warm enough to wear as a girl.” Naruto returned with a huff.

 

“You said you were wearing seven sweaters when I met you outside that shop in the middle of winter, just wear one of those.” Sasuke snapped.

 

Naruto reached up and scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “I was lying.” He admitted.

 

“What?!”

 

“You always got cold really easily, and I don't, and you were soaked!” Naruto cringed away, holding his hands up for protection.

 

Sasuke blinked, and stood, walking out of Naruto's room.

 

Did I make him mad? Naruto rose a little, before Sasuke appeared in his doorway again, holding a black dress coat over his arm.

 

“My mother's coat.” Naruto murmured, standing and gently taking the coat from Sasuke's hand.

 

“Your mother's?” Sasuke repeated.

 

“Yeah, she died when I was six and Kyuu was sixteen. Kyuu and I split her things.”

 

“You took her clothes?” Sasuke raised an eyebrow. “I thought Kyuubi gave you that necklace when you were eight…” he eyed the crystal on the table.

 

“Oh, Kyuu took her clothes at first, sold most of the stuff she was never going to wear, but she kept a few things. She gave this to me when I had a lack of female clothes… actually, she brought me all of this stuff.” He gestured to the box.

 

“I see.”

 

“She always takes care of me really well!” Naruto broke into a grin and sank back down in front of the box. “But now that I have her coat again, choosing something to keep me warm should be a lot easier!” he bubbled, pulling out the usual black t-shirt and orange jeans. Then he stepped over to his closet and pulled out a pair of orange sneakers. Sasuke was still baffled as to where the heck he got the orange jeans.

 

“Are you going to wear a coat this time?” Naruka slipped hers on.

 

Sasuke sighed inwardly and left to go put his on.

 

 

 

The air was cool and crisp, yet inviting as small budding life poked out from under the last remains of the melting snow. Naruka bounded alongside Sasuke as they walked through the town. Every once and a while, Naruka and Sasuke would catch sight of fangirls stalking them, poking out from behind walls, through shop windows, and trying to hide themselves in groups of other people. None of them were very good at acting casual or staying hidden from view.

 

“Sasuke! Sasuke!” Naruka ran back to him, grasping his hand. “Kyuu's birthday is coming up, I need help picking a gift out!” she smiled brightly.

 

Sasuke looked around in an annoyed fashion at the shops. “We might have to go to a black market for some poisons or something. Food, clothes, I don't see anything that she would really like.”

 

“Hmm.” Naruka kept one hand in his and turned around, looking at the shops, a finger to her lips as she thought. “Oh!”

 

Sasuke followed her gaze to a small shop hidden between two large and glamorous shops. He could see the different daggers and guns gleaming in the window.

 

Strategically located. He thought, looking at the surroundings. The two buildings on either side were so intricate and stuck out so much in the street that the smaller shop was virtually invisible, also having no sign helped.

 

“Come on!” she dragged him towards the door.

 

Inside was dark, more hidden from the outside world. Sasuke was getting the impression that this store was illegally here.

 

“Umm, I need something for a professional assassin.” Naruka stepped up to the counter. Sasuke blanched.

 

“Of course.” The shopkeeper walked out from behind the counter smiling brightly at her. Sasuke almost fell over on his face. “A parent?” he continued, walking over to a shelf in the back.

 

Naruka smiled. “Sort of.”

 

The shopkeeper paused. “It isn't for you, is it? That's quite a dark profession for such a young girl.”

 

“Oh no, it for my older sibling.”

 

“I see.” The man seemed to take a deep breath and looked back at the shelf, running his fingers over the blades as he selected one.

 

“Here we are.” He reached a section of small hand knives. “Some of the best gifts for assassins, as they are always breaking or getting lost. What sort of poisons does your sibling use?”

 

“Uh… she uses…” Naruka paused, her brow furrowing as she thought. Sasuke took the moment to scan the store with his eyes, looking over the assortment of lethal weapons, “ricin, botulinum, um… cyanide, and amatoxin. I think that's all.”

 

The shopkeeper paused, looking at Naruka curiously before turning back to the weapons and stepping a few feet farther down the shelf. “Your sister doesn't mess around, does she? What's her success rate?”

 

“Uh, you know… she hasn't really told me.” Naruka giggled nervously.

 

“Well, using those poisons, you need something like this.” He pulled a pen off the shelf and uncapped it to reveal a three-inch blade. “The blade is long enough to reach the heart through the chest, its ink cartridge has been modified to safely contain any type of poison, the tip has a small opening where the poison is injected into the skin, and the blade is sharp enough to slip through bone like butter. It's disguised perfectly to be part of any costume or fake profession.” He held it out.

 

Naruka took the knife, and capped it again, slipping it into her pocket. Out of nowhere, she had whipped it out of her pocket, uncapping it somewhere along the way, and had the blade poised at the shopkeeper's heart, her feet spread into a fighting stance. Sasuke braced himself to lunge for her, when she pulled back, flipping the blade and testing its weight in her hand.

 

“Not bad.” She mused, holding it flat in her palm and looking down the length. “It's a little off balance, but you know…”

 

“You know your blades.” The shopkeeper chuckled. “This is the best model of pen knife we're carrying right now, but like all blades with poison cartridges, it has a danger of leaking, so we have gloves that can keep you safe. Do you know her size?”

 

“Her arm is a little bigger than mine, but…”

 

“Well, we can estimate.” The shopkeeper took Naruka's arm, and Sasuke felt his blood heat up, his eyes glued to Naruka making sure the man wouldn't try anything.

 

“Here.” The shopkeeper reached into a wooden chest behind the counter and slipped a leather `glove' onto Naruka's arm. The leather sleeve stretched all the way up to the elbow, with buckles on the inside of the arm, and a small strip of leather wrapping over the junction between the thumb and the first finger kept it up on the arm.

 

“The leather is thick enough to resists even blades like this. Not only that, but it's waterproof to protect against leaking poisons. The pen knife there”—he gestured to the one Naruka was holding—“has the highest success rate for user safety, and the highest popularity due to its size.”

 

“This will work.” Naruka smiled up at him, taking a small frog shaped purse from her pocket and walking over to the counter. She handed over the money, slipped the things into a shopping bag that would normally be used by a grocery store and skipped over to Sasuke.

 

“I'm all set.” She smiled.

 

He nodded and took her hand, leading her out of the shop.

 

“Where did you learn about knives?” Sasuke asked her under his breath after they were far enough down the street.

 

“Kyuu taught me how to fight, for self defense and stuff. The best weapons to use kind of went along with that.”

 

“Why didn't you want to tell him Kyuubi's name?” Sasuke leaned in to ask her this, not wanting Kyuubi's name floating around the town.

 

“He probably wouldn't have sold me anything.” Naruka shrugged. “You know, she's so… not liked and all, people don't like me so much for it, but she's a great and caring sister! She just…” Naruka paused, touching the tip of her thumb to her top lip as she thought for the right way to phrase her thoughts, “comes across as a little heartless sometimes. But the again, you have to be to be cold and unfeeling to be an assassin. Hey, lets eat!” she jumped up and down, squeezing his hand tightly.

 

Sasuke sighed, catching sight of Ichiraku's in the distance.

 

Later

 

Sasuke was presently sitting at home, with the dorm completely deserted except for him. The rest of the dorm had left, telling him that they still couldn't say where they were going until Sasuke remembered on his own.

 

“You probably remember soon, but I don't want to risk anything by telling you it too early. It could trigger something that locks everything away again.” Naruto had said, of course, while no one else was around.

 

The fact that Sasuke had remembered was still a secret, Sasuke was still trying to comprehend it himself. He was a girl in a previous life, had fallen in love with and gotten engaged to Naruto, and had Naruto's first child. Then, Orochimaru had killed his family, and Sasuke had killed himself to kill Orochimaru and to die with Naruto. It was seriously fucked up anyway you look at it, and he needed to be able to think about it without his head spinning before they could tell anyone. Besides, according to Naruto not being able to tell him where everyone was going, he still didn't remember everything. He was going to wait until his memories were complete before he breached the subject of his shattered memory with everyone else.

 

He heaved another sigh, staring at the unbelievably boring and repetitive TV screen. He had seen this commercial at least fifty times over the course of an hour, and he was desperately sick of it now.

 

He looked at the clock again, and then clenched his fist, trying not to hit himself. He had to stop waiting for everyone to get back! Naruto had said that they would be back around midnight, maybe later, but not to worry. `Don't worry'?! What the hell did that mean?!

 

Sasuke stood up and punched the off button on the TV. Gaara is with him, so shut the fuck up! Yes, he died once, but he didn't know Gaara then, and Gaara is as protective of him as I am, so shut up!

 

Without even realizing what he was doing, he stormed into Naruto's room and flopped down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

 

If we're technically engaged, then marriage comes somewhere along the way, but… Sasuke's thoughts traced back to the tiny, lifeless boy in his arms, Ichiro. What are we going to do about children?

 

Unconsciously, his hand drifted to his stomach.

 

As his next thought crossed his mind, he shot up in the bed, and swiftly punched himself across the face as hard as he could from the awkward angle.

 

NO, SOME OTHER GIRL WITH NOT HAVE OUR KIDS! HOW THE HELL COULD I HAVE EVEN SUGGESTED THAT TO ITACHI AND DEIDARA?!

 

He got it now, why Deidara had looked like he was about to throw up, and why Itachi had cuffed him upside the head. The thought was purely sickening.

 

Sasuke wiped the blood on his lip away with his thumb and sucked it off unconsciously, his mind filled with Ichiro's tiny, peaceful face.

 

He took his finger from his mouth with a small `pop' and looked back over to the door, something catching his eye.

 

Naruka's shirt.

 

Sasuke's eyes snapped open, and he flew to his feet, his eyes flicking around the room, finally landing on the necklace with the small blue crystal lying on Naruto's bedside table.

 

Inwardly, he was cursing Naruto for being so careless with it, just leaving it out where anyone could get at it, but he shoved them out of his mind and grabbed the necklace, walking as quickly as he could to the bathroom.

 

He shut the door behind him and locked it to make sure no one would walk in by accident. He stepped up to the mirror and undid the buttons on his white uniform top, draping it on the towel rod. He stood in front of the mirror, took a deep breath and slid the necklace over his head, trying to ignore the nervousness pooling in his stomach.

 

The sensation made him shudder, like ice water that was somehow dry was washing over him, and then followed by a sharp and cold wind, and an explosion of white smoke. Sasuke coughed, clearing the air with his hands, still keeping his eyes closed before he faced the mirror, and slowly opened his eyes.

 

At first, even though he knew not to expect himself in the mirror, he didn't think he was looking at his self. When it clicked, he was shocked to see that it had actually worked. The girl in the mirror was a siren, with pale skin and dark hair that Sasuke could feel all the way down to his waist, where his uniform pants—which had preciously fit beautifully—were hanging with a good four inches to spare on the waist, and another four inches around her heels. Right away he pulled at an obsidian lock of hair, it was too long, way too long. How had this girl put up with it past her thighs just for her father?

 

Sasuke looked down, twisting this way and that to take in everything of the girl. She was small around her chest, just barely a B, if that, but Sasuke was again surprised that he felt nothing when he looked at the girl's chest.

 

Either it was the fact that he was not turned on by himself, or that he was actually gay… or was straight, depending on which body and life he went from. The whole idea of him being a girl still messed with his head, so usually he didn't think about it.

 

But, when Naruto's a girl… Sasuke rolled his eyes at his logic, but eventually had to assume that he was just in love with Naruto, and he was either straight or gay depending on Naruto's body at the time. He supposed now that he could be in a girl's body too, he could be a lesbian to Naruto's girl body, but then---

 

Stop. Talking. Sasuke ordered himself. The subject was giving him a migraine.

 

Sasuke looked back up to the mirror, studying the girl's face. Not a single flaw, there wasn't a single blemish on her goddess-like features.

 

He turned his head to the right, and then the left, and the crystal resting on her collarbone caught his eye. He reached up and fingered it gently, turning it and watching how the different facets caught the light.

 

The girl's small hand traced up her skin and came to rest on her lower stomach. A small frown creased her perfect face. There were no stretch marks, but there should have been. This girl had had a child, and there was nothing on her body to show it. She hated that, with a burning, flaming, incinerating passion.

 

Sasuke looked back up, finding onyx eyes in the mirror. Inwardly, he relaxed. Like Naruto and Naruka's sapphire eyes, the color of the pure sky, his eyes were still there. This girl was still him, and vice versa. Sasuke sighed, yeah, he could get used to this.

 

The girl turned to take one step, and her pants promptly dropped to her ankles. Sasuke looked down, catching sight of more feminine modesty and remembering that girls couldn't walk around with no shirt on.

 

First step, tomorrow, clothes.

 

He looked once more at the mirror, smiling at the onyx eyes.

 

His onyx eyes, and Sasuka's onyx eyes.

 

They belonged to him. No matter which body he was in, he was still the youngest Uchiha heir, and somehow, knowing that the body meant nothing of what was on the inside, he was able to walk taller.

 

Sasuke slid the necklace over her head and waited for the smoke to clear before he fixed his pants and pulled his shirt back on.

 

Naruto is Naruto, and me… screw my body, I'm still me, and I always will be. Sasuke smiled and placed the necklace in Naruto's bedside table drawer, walking back into the living room and flopping down on the couch to watch another couple hours of the same tedious commercial, but his mind wasn't on the TV, it was busy shaping and molding the plans in his mind.

 

Meanwhile, Elsewhere

 

Kyuubi crouched, sliding her gun from her inside breast pocket of her black trench coat. Everything she wore was leather, a bonus that came along with being an assassin. The pay was high, jobs were nowhere near scarce in their world, and she never lacked any excitement in her life. Leather was a good material for an assassin. It was more or less lightweight, moderately warm and just as windproof, perfect for jobs in any weather.

 

He pants were leather, the hem all the way down to the souls of her heels so people couldn't identify the shoes. Her heels always had very specific requirements. They needed to at least reach her knees, so if she was running, she wouldn't loose them, they had to be made of leather so they wouldn't tear easily, the heels could never be stiletto, and ranged anywhere from no heel to five inches. She never wore any wedges on her shoes; they were too hard to run in if she had to make a fast getaway.

 

Kyuubi pulled the silencer from the same pocket and screwed it on silently, straining her ears for any sounds too close to her. She was suited for the life of an assassin. Iruka Umino had agreed to watch Naruto like a hawk every since he'd fallen in love with the boy like a father in elementary school, and now that Naruto had Gaara Sabaku to stick by his side like rubber glue, she didn't have to worry too much about him being safe. She had never been able to call any place home, which helped greatly with her wide range of travel, and she was asexual. Asexual meant no love attractions, which meant nothing your enemy could use against you. It also meant that you never regretted the killing you did. Hell, screw regretting it, Kyuubi adored killing. It was just in her nature.

 

She slipped her hand into her bra and pulled out a handkerchief, unwrapping it to reveal two tiny darts, thinner and far sharper than ordinary sewing needles. She'd built this gun herself, and had done it so beautifully that she had never had to fix anything on it. It never broke, water didn't damage it, and it was too well built to jam. Rust was never a problem; the gun wasn't made of metal. She slipped a leather glove onto her hand and carefully picked up the darts, slipping them into the empty magazine cartridge she always carried around and locking it into the gun with the heel of her palm.

 

Her aim was infallible, and thank god Naruto had picked that up from her, otherwise, her little idiot brother would be dead right now. When their parents had been hunted down and killed, she and Naruto were number two on their hit list. They had Naruto cornered, three of them carrying spiked clubs, and she'd been nearly killing herself to get to him, but the killers knew that she was stronger and had more experience in fighting, they weren't about to let her get close enough to protect Naruto.

 

Kyuubi's lip pulled back in a snarl as she thought about the memory, and checked the balance on the gun before raising it to eye level, her arms out for the most accurate aim. That day, ten years ago, one of the drunken morons had staggered forward and barely missed Naruto, smashing their father's desk, and their father's gun had skidded in front of Naruto's feet.

 

Kyuubi had never taught Naruto how to use a gun, he was too young and reckless, but she regretted that like nothing else in that exact second. Naruto's tiny hand—him being only six—had picked up the gun, he was trembling so much Kyuubi was terrified that he was accidentally going to fire it at himself.

 

The Uzumaki siblings had seen death before, and it was something that neither wanted to live through again. A few things had changed since that time, Minato and Kushina had had Kyuubi much younger than in their previous life, and Naruto much later than Kyuubi, resulting in an eight-year age difference as compared to a four-year difference. In this life now, Naruto was terrified of death, because of what he had to live through at his time of death, the killer, and who he had lost. It was amazing how much a little six-year-old boy could feel for someone else just because of memories.

 

Kyuubi was screaming his name, not in any way about to let her brother die again, when another thug swung his club, and a shot shattered the night air.

 

Naruto wasn't even looking at his targets, his head was hidden in his shoulder and his fingers were firing blindly into the night, but even so, he had hit the man point blank. Kyuubi was stunned beyond belief, but Naruto wasn't finished yet. One of the other thugs twitched, making the tiniest noise possible, and Naruto's hand flicked to the right, and the bullet hit the man right between the eyes. The last stumbled back, and Naruto took him down easily. The shock gave Kyuubi the time she needed to slit the throats of the other thugs, despite her being only fourteen and the men being twice her size, weight, and probably more than twice her age, but that split second of shock was all she needed. She was fast.

 

Kyuubi looked down her arm and found her target from the apartment room, following him with the small target finder bit. She had been paid by a small town to take down a man trying to run their local businesses out of town. With this man gone, his company would collapse and the village could thrive again. They hadn't told her any of this, of course, worried that she wouldn't take the job because he was too high in society.

 

Stupid. She smirked. The higher in society, the more guarding and the harder it is to get to them, making it more of a challenge. But she always did her research to learn what kind of person she was dealing with and was able to trace him through the picture the town had given her. They had paid upfront, though Kyuubi honestly didn't think they would be able to, but they pulled it off, and even supplied her with food and shelter for the night until she left.

 

Right now, she was currently crouching under a hotel window, high enough so it looked right into the grand ball the man's girlfriend was holding that night, and straight through the open window.

 

Again, stupid. Kyuubi commented to herself. There were so many risks with an open window anywhere, from getting robbed, to getting shot. She smirked. Hence.

 

She relaxed, silenced her breathing, and fired. The darts had been soaked in amatoxin for days, a poison that attacked the liver and kidneys, before the person ultimately fell into a coma, which they never woke up from. The darts were placed close enough, and were small enough that they simply looked like a bug bite, and the poison took long enough to work that no one would connect the bite with the coma for a very long time. After all, no bug bite caused a coma like that.

 

The man winced and his hand rubbed the back of his neck. Kyuubi smirked as she read his lips, and him saying that it was nothing, just some sort of bug.

 

She never left anything behind where ever she attacked from; she had enough on her case already. Sure, there were rumors, and everyone who was anyone living underground knew who she was, but there was never enough evidence for her to be prosecuted, and even if there was, she'd never been caught once and didn't plan on it for another hundred life times.

 

Kyuubi stood, making sure all of her fox-red hair was tucked under her messenger hat before sliding her gun back into her coat pocket and slipping out of the room. She always swept the floor to get rid of footprints, never took off her gloves when touching things that she wasn't going to take with her, and kept her hair up to not leave any behind by accident.

 

She paused in the hallway and pulled a notebook out from her leather shoulder bag and checked the date. Three pictures of her next targets were paper clipped to the page, and all of their information was in a manila envelope safely tucked away in the case.

 

Ok, if all goes on schedule, and it doesn't take too long to get to them, it's march now, so if no later than late September, adding in time to get home… Kyuubi smiled in satisfaction and slipped the book back in her bag, I should be home in time for Naruto's birthday.

 

She pulled her hat down further over her distinguishable red eyes and strode out of the hotel, a small expectant smirk decorating her tanned features.

 

Next Day

 

Sasuke awoke somewhere… warm. That was odd, they didn't have a heated couch… hell, the piece of crap barely qualified as a couch, it was more like a piece of hundred year old fabric glued to a bent metal frame left over from the demolition derby. But he was warm, ghastly couch or not.

 

He cracked an eye without moving and found himself… in his room. He looked around, noticing that he wasn't on his bed either, where he should have been. Nope, quite the contrary actually, he was sleeping in someone's lap.

 

“You awake? Sorry if I woke you, I brought you in here last night and… didn't want to leave.” The voice said sheepishly.

 

Sasuke grunted groggily, turning around to kiss the blonde, who held him closer in return.

 

Naruto pulled away, cupping Sasuke's face as he scrutinized Sasuke playfully. “Are you actually awake, or are you going to wake up in horror and go stomping of to seclusion like last time?”

 

“You know I was dreaming about you that time?” Sasuke groaned, pulling out of Naruto's arms and sliding off of the bed to stretch.

 

Naruto blinked, a light blush tinting his face as he glowed with happiness. “Really?”

 

“I didn't exactly know it was you, but yeah, I was.” Sasuke rooted around in his drawers for some clothes.

 

A small knock sounded at the door, and Naruto dove for a book, scrambling for an excuse to be in Sasuke's room this early, and for an excuse as to why the raven hadn't attacked him when he'd been woken up.

 

Sasuke stumbled to the door, tripping on his jeans that he hadn't taken off before falling asleep as he managed to get the door open.

 

“What?” he grouched, reaching up to run his hand through his disheveled hair.

 

“Morning Sasuke, um, can we talk? Oh, morning Naruto.” Neji nodded to the blonde, who smiled before going back to reading his book. Sasuke blanched, Naruto had grabbed his Spanish-English dictionary. Idiot.

 

“Whatever.” Sasuke sighed and stepped out of his room, leaving the door open so it wouldn't seem odd that he closed Naruto in his room.

 

“So, about you and Naruto… how did you know that you were … in love?” Neji asked, trying to hide the quiver in his voice as they walked out of the dorm.

 

Sasuke, being in his groggy, sleep-ridden state, choked on air at the sentence, and proceeded to trip over his own feet and nearly go sprawling on his face before his hand shot out and dragged against the hallway wall, grinding his fall to a stop.

 

“Are you alright?” Neji jolted forward, his pupil-less eyes boring into Sasuke for any signs of injury.

 

“How did you figure it out?” Sasuke croaked out, cursing his voice for still being waterlogged with drowsiness. He didn't remember any time that he might have given away that he'd remembered…

 

Neji just smiled lightly. “We see things that others can't.” he blinked knowingly.

 

Sasuke growled. Of course, the Hyuuga's damn Byakugan. “Does Hinata know too?”

 

“I think she's choosing not to admit it to herself.” Neji looked at the ceiling.

 

Sasuke nodded, pulling himself back to his feet as fast as he could.

 

“You and Naruto… you've known each other for ever, but… how did it all begin?” Neji inquired quietly, so as not to attract the attention of the others in the hallway.

 

Sasuke paused, trying to remember specifically how everything began with Naruto, but it was hard. Ok, try and get out of it. “I'm probably not the best person to ask, you should talk to Naruto, but it depends… who is it?”

 

Neji paused for so long Sasuke thought the boy had gone catatonic with embarrassment, as Sasuke had never seen Neji blush as long as he'd known him, which was a very long time if you counted both lives, but then Neji licked his lips, and looked away from Sasuke, whispering one word.

 

“Sabaku.”

 

“………………Tenmari?& #8221; Sasuke asked, failing to hide his disbelief. He'd seen Gaara's older sister once when she came to visit him with their brother Kankuro, and Gaara wasn't the only one wishing they would never visit again after they left.

 

The girl was your stereotypical blonde bimbo, with too much of an attachment to someone who obviously didn't care about them. She spent the entire time laughing, smiling, yelling at Kankuro, chasing after Gaara, or hitting on Shikamaru, who had never looked so bored for as long as Sasuke had known him. Kankuro was a different story; he was a carbon copy of Gaara with brown hair who always seemed to be wearing black, so even their clothes were similar, but he seemed… scared of Gaara, like Gaara could be an actual threat to him and Tenmari. He was also picking on everybody, but seemed to avoid Naruto because of the way Gaara glared at him every time Kankuro even went to close to the blonde.

 

Point was, Sasuke was unable to believe that Neji had fallen in love with Tenmari. Hell, Hinata, his cousin, would have been a better choice than her.

 

“Gaara.” Neji corrected quietly.

 

Sasuke froze, unsure exactly how to respond to that.

 

Shit, his uncle isn't going to be too happy about that. He wants Neji to take over the family and have tons of sons, if nothing has changed from the passed life… and Neji's gay. What now? This would be like Hinata falling in love with a commoner to her father… but if it's Gaara…

 

“Go see Naruto.” Sasuke commanded.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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