Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Kick/Start ❯ Chapter 1

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: KawaiiKinz
First chapter of my new fanfic Kick/Start - obviously. I just wanted to test it out, first, before the whole thing goes on fanfiction. So, sadly, I must tease you all with the first chapter.

I do not own Naruto,sadly D:.

Summary: Naruto, the rambunctious blonde, runs to feel those restraining chains bound to him lighten - even if it's just a bit. Freerunning is his passion, his life. In comes Gaara, the childhood friend, who also shares the same love for freerunning - but for many different reasons. Let's see where running will take them.

Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Comedy / Drama / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.18.2011 | Updated On: 02.18.2011 | Pages: 5 | Words: 4.6K | Visits: 383 | Status: Completed

Kick/Start
Chapter One
“Woohoo!” the blonde jumped over the railing, using one of his hands as a leeway, and landed deftly on his feet. As he ran through the alleyways, he could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, fueling him on and causing his jumps and back-flips to become even more powerful.
“Almost there!” the wind brushed against his skin and pulled back his bright yellow hair away from his eyes, giving the world the perfect view of his cerulean blue eyes and fox-like, scarred cheeks. He ran and ran, using the momentum to push himself of the wall and execute a flawless spin.
He jumped over trashcans, he performed back-flips, and the blonde even showed off the occasional one-handed cartwheel from time to time.
The blonde danced to the music of his sneakers hitting the concrete below him, as he dashed through the alleys left and right before he finally emerged into the light - and into the busy streets of Konoha.
“Naruto Uzumaki, come back here you fucking brat!”
Naruto ran through the crowd, ignoring the glares and weird looks he was getting from most of them. When he was running - he was free. It was like, nobody, or anything else, mattered. Naruto's body took him to new limits he always dared to explore. He used every chance he could get to try out new tricks, to work his body out to its maximum potential.
Laughing to himself, completely involved in his own bliss, Naruto leaped on top of a table - currently being used by two, not-so-happy, women - and used it as leverage to jump up and grab onto the metal railing.
Some people were in awe at the amazing precision and agility this blonde hair acrobat possessed, while others were merely annoyed that Naruto was acting up once again. It was fine if he did his gymnastics out in an area where no one would have to see, or hear him for that matter, but whenever he would freerun through the really crowded areas - he would always grab someone's attention.
“You brat!” a middle-aged man pushed through the growing crowd, shaking his fist angrily at the grinning teen who was now happily sitting on the railing. “Give me back my book!”
“No way, ero-sennin, I can't let you pollute the minds of people all over the world with your hentai,” Naruto pulled out the book and started to flip through the pages until his eyes landed on a very explicit page. “Narumi softly caressed his lover's chest fondly - her rich, intoxicating perfume was already driving him past the point of insanity~” the blonde read aloud, making sure his voice was pitched just right to hold that dramatic tension that would, most definitely, embarrass ero-sennin beyond belief.
“Their hips grind in a dirty tango. The sheets were being poorly abused by their rough foreplay.” Naruto's face spread wide and far in a devil-like manner as the actual sex part started to emerge. Lucky for him, this part was always the most detailed of them all.
“Narumi slowly slid in his leaking co-KAH!”
See? This is why you don't steal books from perverted old men - they have friends in very high places.
“Thanks, Gaara!” ero-sennin replied gratefully, outstretching his hands so he could catch the book.
Naruto's body swayed back and forth as the blonde hovered between being unconscious and awake. Damn, whoever punched him in the back of the head had one killer left hook.
The stoic red-head that was, obviously, the perpetrator of said attack calmly nodded towards the over-enthusiastic man below, and pulled Naruto up from the railing before he could fall over.
“Dumbass,” Gaara whispered, growling slightly as he wrapped Naruto's arm around his shoulders, and supported him by holding his waist. He didn't really bother with a `good-bye' because that just wasn't Gaara's style. So instead, he calmly opened the door he came in through, and shut out the world behind him.
Stopping at the edge of the bed, Gaara pretty much threw Naruto's nearly unconscious body on the bed like a sack of potatoes. You could say that was his way of showing `brotherly love', but then again - the stoic red-head was never the type of person to show love so easily.
The blonde however, could very well change that.
Leaning forward, Gaara could see every detail of the blonde's face, and quietly engrained them in his mind. You could say that the red-head had, apparently, taken a liking to said blonde. Then again, Gaara could just be one of those silent, I'm-always-watching-you, type of person.
“Ru,” the name fell effortlessly from his lips. His fingers brushed away a few strands of hair from Naruto's face, before yanking hard on a couple of them all at once. “Wake the fuck up, dumbass.”
“GAH!” well then, that certainly was one hell of a wake-up call that was. Shooting up in the air, Naruto scowled his most furious scowl towards the smirking red-head, before using common sense and chucking a pillow at his face. “What was that for?”
“You were sleeping,” Gaara replied calmly as if his face wasn't just attacked by a pillow. “It's the middle of the day,” there was such a thing as `naps' you know.
“Well if someone didn't knock me out, I wouldn't be sleeping know would I?”
“Who in the world would knock you out?”
“…I'm going to wipe that grin right off your face if you keep this up,” Naruto warned, but they both knew his threat wasn't really much to fret about. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, the blonde finally remembered why he even came to the Gaara in the first place.
“You'll never believe what I got my hands on!”
“Was it a dick?” Gaara cocked a non-existent eyebrow at the blonde who seemed to be, at least, not even fazed by such a question.
“No, not today sadly,” Naruto laughed at his own joke while he unfolded the paper. “Read, my psychotic best friend, and be amazed!”
Gaara stared at the crumpled piece of paper in Naruto's tanned hand. In the red-head's eyes, it seemed like the paper's been folded, then unfolded, then refolded again because the blonde was suffering through spouts of ADHD.
Grabbing the paper out of the blonde's hand, Gaara's eyes quickly scanned over the sheet of paper. It seemed to be advertising some sort of competition for street gymnasts, freerunners; the works. Of course, Gaara wasn't surprised that such a flyer sparked the blonde's interest. All you had to do was draw a few lines of color on a blank sheet of paper and Naruto would be hooked immediately.
But that's beside the point. The real point here was, that Naruto was an avid street gymnast, as Gaara liked to call him. Even though that would result in the blonde going into a speech about how there was no difference between being a freerunner, and a street gymnast.
“They're one in the same,” Naruto would scold. “You run in both sports, and you get the rush and adrenaline pump that you strive for. It's better than any drug on the street, that's for sure.” He would end with a lopsided grin and a faraway look.
“You're thinking of entering.” It wasn't really much of a question on Gaara's half, because he already knew the answer that was about to be screamed in his ear any second now.
“Oh no, of course not, Gaara; I just pick up all the randomly colored sheets of paper lying around Konoha.” The red-head raised another skeptic, non-existent eyebrow. “Alright, so maybe I have done that once or twice,” actually, he's done that five times now. But really, who's counting? “This time is different, though! Now, there's an actual chance to show off my skill!”
“And dancing through the streets of Konoha isn't enough?”
“It's a totally different concept,” Naruto waved his hand at the matter. “So, are you going to help me train, or not?”
“As a two-man group, you mean?”
“No, as me, Naruto, the one-man stand who will take this country by storm!” the blonde threw a couple of fist pumps in the air for good measure.
Now Gaara was seriously confused. “You're entering by yourself?”
Naruto gave the red-head a face that one would describe as `WTF are you on?'
“Um, yes, Gaara, of course I'm entering the competition by myself!”
“But the competition is meant for teams of five. Entering by yourself wouldn't get you anywhere.”
“Eh?” Naruto grabbed the paper out of the red-head's hands and quickly skimmed over the flyer. Alright, so Gaara really wasn't bluffing when he said Naruto had to enter with a five-man team. But what the hell was this! How could Naruto impress the judges and show off his skills if he had four other people there to overshadow him.
“You really just look at the colors, don't you?” was that a hint of amusement seeping through those words?
“Shut. Up.” Naruto growled, flinging himself back on the bed as he let out a deep sigh. “Where the hell am I supposed to find four other freerunners in Konoha?”
“Don't ask stupid questions,” Gaara yanked on the blonde's hair spiky hair once again. He completely ignored the growl and colorful language the blonde offered up as a retort. “Ask me.”
“Ask you what?” Naruto was pretty good at playing dumb.
All Gaara had to do was glare at the snickering blonde to get his point across. Naruto stopped his annoying giggles to give Gaara a glare of his own. “What makes you think you can freerun with me?”
“You really are a dumbass.” Gaara kicked Naruto's leg aside so that there was some space for him on the bed to sit down. “I've known you since diapers, and I've been running with you since the sandbox days.” The red-head fixed Naruto with a challenging gaze. “Do you really think I can't keep up?”
“I never said that,” Naruto harrumphed. But we all knew he was implying it. “I was just testing you, as all. To see if you had the guts to join my team.”
`Now he's all for a team?' the stoic pre-teen just shook his head in complete astonishment. Naruto was never a team player, but apparently when something came along the way the blonde was all up for teamwork.
“Riight,” the red-head drawled.
“So, are we doing this thing or not?”
“I suppose,” Gaara answered in a bored tone. “Now all we need are three more people to join.”
Naruto furrowed his eyebrows together in thought. Konoha wasn't a very big place, if it was, finding three more people to freerun with wouldn't be so stressful. You'd think that living in a small area as Konoha, there would be more people living there with the same interests.
Sadly, to Naruto's dismay, not many people liked the idea of freerunning. Most adults, especially the elderly, found it disgraceful and dangerous. No one would want to know their grandsons or granddaughters were killed because they actually jumped in front of a truck while performing.
Other people just thought freerunning was a waste of time. And in a small city like Konoha, time was a very valuable thing.
Then, there were the cool people - like Naruto and Gaara. They actually enjoyed the thrill of running, defying the limits and restraints, and pushing their bodies to their breaking points. While Naruto ran because he felt free, Gaara ran because it made him actually feel something that he could never really quite place.
Both Naruto and Gaara were consumed in thought. Naruto's thoughts consisted on who he could force into recruiting onto their team, and Gaara's thoughts were borderline on how many new tricks the blonde and himself could make up by the time the competition rolled by.
The boys were so consumed by their thoughts, that when the door was forcibly kicked open by Gaara's older sister, Temari, Naruto pretty much flew off the bed in shock, while the red-head flinched - but it was a small enough twitch to go unnoticed by the pair.
“Ever heard of knocking?” the stoic teen growled. Privacy was a sacred thing that no one should ever cross the boundaries with!
“Get your ass downstairs, now, Gaara!” Temari replied with the same amount of animosity as her brother. “Your break has been over since three and it's almost three thirty. I can't cover you if Dad founds out you've been skipping work.”
Gaara barely blinked at the mention of his father, and how he could have reacted knowing Gaara was skipping out on minutes at work. First of all, his father was pretty much the definition of the word `asshole'. And, as such, Gaara had a severe hatred for assholes of any nature. Thus, he found that it was his job to make his father as pissed off as possible, just for his own sake of revenge.
Scowling slightly in annoyance, Gaara reluctantly got off the bed and pulled the blonde up with him. “If I have to work, you're coming with me.”
“But I don't wanna~” Naruto whined as he was forcibly dragged by his best friend.
“Ah, Naruto, I didn't know you were here!” Temari's rage disappeared once she saw that cute little face of her brother's friend. Yanking Naruto out of Gaara's grasp, she pulled the kid into a big hug before ruffling his blonde, spiked hair. “You should have told me you were coming over. I would have gotten off my shift early.”
“So you can take breaks from your shift, but once I do that, it's considered unheard of?” Gaara scoffed at his older sister's behavior, blatantly ignoring the glare he was receiving from his sister.
“It's different for me because I actually come back from my breaks,” an almighty smirk played across her face, “Now then, get your ass downstairs and wait the tables. Everyone's complaining about how their favorite red-head's gone missing.”
Gaara said nothing, but kept his mask placed tightly on his face. Everyone that came to his father's restaurant were either perverted men, girly men, or housewives, and yet somehow he managed to become the object of their affection, and sometimes advances, without even trying.
Oh my how life is such a bitch sometimes.
“Ah, Temari!” Naruto suddenly asked, prying himself off of his blonde attacker. “Do you wanna join our freerunning team? We're currently accepting members,” he waggled his eyes and gave a flirtatious wink towards Temari. He had to win people over somehow.
“Freerunning team?” Naruto shook his head enthusiastically. “How many people do you have so far?”
“Two!”
“You and Gaara?”
“Yup!”
“I think I'll pass then,” Temari deadpanned as she headed for the stairs. Naruto and Gaara were right behind her, curious as to why she outright denied them in the first place.
“Why not?” Naruto whined, following Gaara's sister behind the counter, before placing himself on top of it.
“First of all, get off the counter - people eat on that thing,” after Gaara had yanked the idiot blonde off of the counter, Temari redid her apron before continuing. “Secondly, freerunning's not my thing.” She shrugged off the matter like her answer summed everything up as she grabbed the dish bin full of dirty dishes and headed towards the back.
“You're such a loser!” Naruto screamed after her, sticking out his tongue in an immature way.
“Stop shouting,” Gaara threw a bright pink apron towards the blonde's face, smirking triumphantly when he saw Naruto grumble, but put on the frilly piece nonetheless. “You're helping me wait tables, today.”
“No way, Gaara, you can't make me do shit!”
“You want me on your team don't you?” Gaara raised a non-existent eyebrow, challenging the blonde to say anything otherwise. “That's what I thought,” he said when he was answered by reluctant silence. “Now go wait table number five, and wear a smile on your face.”
“I. Hate. You.” Naruto enunciated each word with a sprinkle of malice in every letter. Gaara was purposely sending him towards the table where all the neighborhood perverts sat and stared at anything that moved.
“No you don't,” the red-head replied smoothly as he walked passed the fuming blonde to his own tables.
And, of course, Naruto couldn't really say anything for the sake of his - slowly growing - team.
That and, one of said neighbor perverts were already making a grab for Naruto's butt cheek.
“Pervert!”