Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ I Caught Myself A Ninja ❯ Usagi's POV ( Chapter 8 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

yes i should do more usagi pov's.

Can't believe this guy wants to kiss me on the first date! See; picture the freeze frame I'm in right now. You can see that he's invading my personal space and we both can't fit in it. And being backed up to the wall kind of gets me riled up to start throwing punches.

I felt like I was in slow motion picture, his mask slowly slowly coming off, and him getting closer ever so fast. Yes he was handsome as well as make a good villain but first date kisses are a no no for me.

A sliver of light shone on his face. I shan't say this aloud but thank the mighty jealous slave.

“Usagi,” Uchiha loves saying my name doesn't he?

Kakashi already had his mask on when he opened the door. He stuck his hands in his slacks and my bubble of space was playboy air free.

“Night Sasuke. Best be moving on it's going to rain soon. We'll do this again Usagi,” he walked away trying to be slick and cool. That right there was the uncool guy.

Sasuke glared at me coming in. What's stuck up his ass?

“What Princess? Jealous you're not getting some?”

“What did you do with him?” meaning did I have sex with him.

“We went nowhere and did nothing Uchiha,” I went into the kitchen to find something I could eat.

`Looking like that I don't think so,' he followed me like the starving puppy he was.

This has been the shittiest week ever. New slave, ruined dress, and most of all I'm over my weight. How could that be? I eat eight times a day. I train and make sure to get at least three hours of sleep. It must be because of Uchiha and his stupid fans. I spend too much time on them. More training. Need to meet Pachin later on and see what he wants.

Probably wants me to sign the divorce papers again. What's his problem anyway? Maybe he got some schoolgirl pregnant. Nah, he doesn't do little girls. Makes me depressed though. I don't want to sign them, never wanted to, I love Pachin. But I gotta let him go if he doesn't want to be in a marriage anymore…with me.

Yes depressing while things like suicide, crying and begging to stay, pop into my head as I thought of that last sentence.

But I gotta keep focus! Training for next weeks match and my slave, that might be starting to fall for me, is the most important factor for this month. Eating ice cream always gets me depressed. Ooh ice cream too bad I can't have some.

You know it's a good thing that a slave will fall in love with their masters. Let's us know they'll be faithful and not try to kill us in our sleep.

I watch Uchiha watch me watch him. No special moment here. I broke the staring contest and began to take off my stockings.

“Princess whenever you get married don't forget to tell her I was just a friend cleaning up your place for free. Women tend to think the worst when they hear something of the like. Better yet tell her I'm a lesbian,” I grinned wide at him.

I've successfully managed my first two slaves to get married. They're well off now. Perfect gentlemen. Their wives are lucky to marry my slaves.

A brow slightly rose with him gaping at the same time. He had that kind of face when someone eats the last slice of pie right in front of you. Think he's trying to say something now.

“…ah…Are you?” And he's an ANBU captain? Seriously he continues to surprise me.

“…I used to. Now I'm back to plain old straightness. Yep! Straight as circle,” I lied about being a lesbian. I thought about being bi but all those diseases you could get…

I stood up, stretched, and looked down at him in his seat, “Uchiha quit asking stupid questions,” for a moment I felt nauseated must have been the restaurant food.

They never really cook it right except for sushi…then again maybe Hatake tried to drug me. Oh my god, I think I just gone on a date rape drug type thing!

Anyways Shikamaru was another story; the type that needed to get struck many times before they learn anything; he was the hard headed one. I think the only thing he learned from me was new sex moves and when to say `Yes you look good in that' and `No that doesn't complement your .' He learned to not even bother arguing with women a long time ago from his teammate.

So he was a slightly quicker success except he has two women to deal with. That flower girl and that chick from Sand. I approve of that Sand girl. She can whip him into submission for me. So it's like healing a bird with two stones. Works out great to me.

But Princess Uchiha can't be taught like the others, I have to show him everything and either he wants hands on learning cause he can't read instructions or he just wants to touch my goods.

So far I taught Uchiha…hand positions on which I showed him pictures of where, when, and how; facial expressions (Shika failed this lesson terribly) Uchiha did pretty well after I told him he was better just to boost his ego; and when to get jealous. Those were just the basics to being `perfect boyfriend material.' Though he didn't know this.

“Uchiha,” I put a hand on his shoulder, “you're becoming my star pupil. Now those kissing lessons you were waiting for…,” I glanced at him, he looked so hopeful. Like a child waiting for those cookies to come out of the oven…

You know what? I never expected capturing a ninja was gonna come with problems like these. For instance, he's unresponsive. Only nods and `hm' kind of annoying. Yeah he's opening up a bit but that's because I'm living with him for Pete's sake. Sheesh Shikamaru complained at least.

…And falling to the floor. “Will be ready when you're ready,” I turned away and slipped on some sandals. I opened the front door and saw a shadow at the gate waving. Pachin was here and he brought his bicycle…

Warm body pressed up behind me, it was only Uchiha, looking outside at Pachin. I don't think he likes Pachin, maybe because he's thirty-two and Uchiha's…how old was Princess?

“Uchiha?”

“Hn,” same boring response.

“How old are you?”

His fist unclenched itself when he looked at me, “Twenty.”

I tried to stifle my laugh for a cough. I couldn't laugh at him. No wonder…pretty sad…twenty year old virgin…straight as a shoelace…no girlfriend. That's the typical ninja for ya. That would make Shikamaru the same age as well. Age never crossed my mind that I would be two years older than Princess Uchiha!

Cough “Okay! I'm not cooking dinner so you're on your own cause I'm going out again! See you in the morning ja!”

I slapped his stomach, whoops forgot he was still healing, and ran out before he could get a hold of my arm.

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“So where we going Pachin?”

We were on his bicycle and it was then the memories started coming back again.

-“That rat ass bastard! Wait till I get my hands on him!” I shook my fist…“Are you looking for a sleazy looking gambler too?” I looked up to see a tall man in a suit. Green fuzzy hair, loose tie, and a scowl on his face. He was handsome. “Yeah Zettaishi, the fool that was supposed to give me my winnings!” “Me too,” he looked around lazily and spotted him. He grabbed my arm and started running, “Hey!” “Oh shit,” Zettaishi couldn't get past the crowd fast enough and received a kick in the head from fuzzyman. I watched him pick up the skinny little worm by the collar. He looked amazing, I was so fascinated by this guy, talking to Zetta and making him quiver with fear. This was my type of guy. “H-h-hey let me go and I'll give you her share,” of course, I heard this and before I could do anything Fuzzyman knocked him out.-

-“Thanks I think I could've handled him,” I counted the extra money we had stolen and gave him half. He rolled it up and slipped it inside his coat pocket, “No, just needed to relieve my stress on someone…” he gave me a look…-

-“Mitsugi Pachin…you spell it almost like `pachinko'?” he chuckled as if I said something funny. “Yeah, at least I'm different than Usagi.” “Hey the name may be innocent but this woman here is all action packed.” “Action huh?” he tapped his finger…-

“We're here,” and he waited for me to get off the bike first.

His house, a small one story house, three rooms plus living room, kitchen, closet, and two bathrooms. Great times in this place. A few bad things but the good times overweighed it.

“Was it the slaves?”

“The first one didn't bother me probably because there was no sex involved. That and my brother.”

Mitsugi Anazi, Pachin's hot younger brother, hotness runs in their family. I even considered asking their bisexual sister, Amaya, out. Talk about lesbian moment. I caught Pachin cheating on me. We thought about a threesome but the other chick wanted to try him out before anything happened that included me. We fought, I ran into his little brother, Anazi didn't care that we were married. And well, it was revenge, or payback sex I suppose. That's when everything started going downhill.

We said our sorry's and instead of being an abusive husband that I thought he would turn into, he started training me, wouldn't let me eat, but training nonetheless.

Four years of marriage and now he wants to call it quits.

“I asked if it bothered you and you said no. And I showed you how I would teach them and you said it was okay as long as we had our clothes on. I guess you were too busy becoming Number One Boxer to pay attention to what I said,” I crossed.

“What can I say now but I'm sorry this isn't working out. We both fallen out of this marriage,” he offered me a cig from his lips.

I shook my head and he blew the smoke in my face. Will I ever forget about him? Or the way the smoke dances around him. No I won't.

“You're still gonna be my coach right?” I tried to lighten up.

“You're still gonna box right?” he retorted.

We both smiled and he handed me the papers. I took it and the pen.

“I can still sleepover right?”

Pachin chuckled; I'll miss that too, “You should really get an apartment you obviously have the money.”

“You're right I do. But why should I when good friends will let me stay at their place? I'm a great houseguest,” I'm not ashamed that I don't have a place of my own, “Was that a yes?” I signed the dotted lines under his name.

“Yeah. Now that that's done…Should we try make up sex?” he grinned.

I crossed my arms, “Damn you, I'm not in the mood. Can I get a hug instead?”

“Why, you gonna elope with that new slave of yours?” he lit another cig.

“What! Of course not! He's too young for me. You jealous?”

“Nope. Just see you lowering your standards for chumps,” he laughed and walked off.

Why that little…! JUMP-KICK! He fell on the couch, damn, he was supposed to smash his head on the pointy side of the coffee table. Oh well, Murder Attempt#37 failed.

Uh oh, his eyes were starting to grow red with anger.

“Well, Pachin. You can give the papers to the lawyers then. I guess I should be heading back to Uchiha's place. Back to training, till the weight examinations. Later,” I ran out of the house.

-doku-doku-doku-doku-

Ran all the way to Uchiha, I'm sure I lost some weight; I checked the automatic scale Uchiha had dusted into the corner. Clothes all off, except the underwear and bra Uchiha would have a nosebleed if he walked in, and stepped onto the scale.

…eh…hmm…I threw the scale at the closed bathroom door. That felt good but not good enough. Friggin, freaking, one forty. ONE. FORTY. Pounds. Now I gotta lose FIVE pounds, what a shitty week.

Let's check again. Crouching looking very closely …“Damn you!” I flipped the scale over.

Sigh, I feel sick and hungry. I walked out of the bathroom, Uchiha silently waiting outside. No time for him, must find food but before that must put on some new clothes.

Okay. Got some clothes on, now for food, people were staring, I lazily looked around. Just the regular, fan girls and Uchiha to my side, dunno why he tagged along. Starving puppy wants some scraps. I looked down at myself, Uchiha's clothes again? I really need to give this back.

Food. I was in the mood for miso soup. Couldn't find no open stores. What's up with Konoha, was there a holiday I forgot? Uchiha was still with me; seriously doesn't he have any people to kill? Empty stomach gets me irritated.

Oh well, we went back home and made some hot chocolate.

“Since you're just standing there watching me Uchiha, have some hot coco,” I put one in his hands and grabbed my own.

“Now what do you want Uchiha?” he sat down beside me on the roof, “It's past your bedtime.”

“And you should be out training somewhere,” he was just like Pachin except more stupider.

I shrugged, “Don't care.”

“Shika…What'd you see in him?”

“`Why?' One day I saw him playing Go with some old person. He won and the old fart gave him money. I needed some money and decided to try my luck even though I played Go only two times in my life and sucked at it.

Somehow I beat him. Next time we met he challenged me. I got into another fight with Pachin and had no place to stay. You know where this ends. I said I would only play with him if I could stay at his place. And that's how our relationship started. We mostly watched the clouds.”

Back to your question. He had that `sway'.”

Sasuke didn't know what sway was.

“I like swaying guys. Like your sensei, he looks pretty sway enough. I might consider asking him out,” she rubbed her chin.

“Don't.”

“Why?”

“He's a perv.”

“Looks like he could keep my mind occupied though.”

“I'm sure,” he rolled his eyes.

I took a glance at him. Smug. I put my cup down and took him in my arms.

“Oh. Is my poor little princess jealous of his sexy sensei?”

He muttered a `no.' and released him. We were quiet again.

“And…your coach?” he's full of questions tonight.

“Pachin still needs to get his ass kicked,” I coldly chuckled.

Sasuke set his coco in his other hand and put his hand on mine! I think I put too much alcohol in his drink.

Sighed, “He was the best husband any wife could have. Good looking, he didn't hit me, smart, good topic starter, basically a settled man without a ring on his finger.

He was the underground's best fighter. We met at a free for all, Pachin was betting on the same guy I had my bets on. When we came to collect the winnings, the guy who was doing the betting was going to run off with our money. Pachin caught him and when he handed me my share, I think that's when I started to fall in love with him.”

His hand clutched tighter. His hands are warm.

“I still can't remember why we divorced but I still love him,” it's terrible to say it out loud.

The moonlit sky had no clouds about. Totally empty but the stars and moon.

“He killed my whole clan.”

I waited for him to continue.

“And one of these days I'm gonna kill him.”

“You sure that's possible?” I don't know who he's talking about.

“I know for sure. I'm an avenger.” Avenger he says.

“And what was his reason for killing your family?”

“My brother wanted to see what his limit was. The cold hearted bastard,” he finally cusses. Yay.

“And you think you can beat him?”

“I'm sure.”

“I think you're being ridiculous now.”

“What?”

“What makes you think that you can beat someone that puts his family last? Huh? If he fought you right now I'd bet you'd lose.”

“No, I'm stronger now. I just have to find him,” Sasuke still was denying.

“You won't stand a chance with your attitude,” I took out a flask from my pocket and poured the whiskey into my cup.

He stared at me, “With my attitude, the battle will end quicker.”

“Yeah right. Your attitude's gonna put you six feet under. Unless you have that one important factor, you're not gonna last 30 minutes.”

(And we all know except Sasuke what that factor is. Love. Letting other people inside your heart all that happy goodness that's what I think the factor is.)

“And you're not gonna last a night on top of my roof.”

What does he mean by that? But it got me pissed. And the conversation was getting good too.

“I could but then what's the point of having a room in your house?”

The moonlight night showed Uchiha getting angrier by the way his eyebrow was becoming more slanted.

“Hmph whatever.”

“Damn it Sasuke! Stop being such a angsty little bitch!” I shouted.

Sasuke shocked, “What. Did you say?”

“You heard me. You prissy. Little. Bitch," I smirked because it was true.

Sasuke gripped my hand tighter. I stared back at him.

“You know what?”

His eyes slanted, “What?”

“I don't have time for this. I need to train,” I tried to tug away.

Glaring at him, “What are you gonna do? Kick me out?”

Suddenly he was on me! I felt my drink fall off the roof, darn that whiskey was expensive too, I tried to push him off. He grabbed my hands, argh! Times I wish I was a ninja. Let's see, I could bite his tongue off but I don't want to taste his blood or accept the kissing lessons. Tough decision I accepted and turned before his hands started moving somewhere else.

“Are you done?”

He got off me and nonchalantly walked off. He left his drink too. Lazyass. I finished his cup. I touched my lips, they were tingling, and swelling up. Weird I really need to eat something, stomachs howling like a banshee.

After eating I'll go take a nap and then start training. Five pounds oh boy.

i found this kinda dull i need more ideas. Till next chapter. Ja