Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Let a Waiter Deliver ❯ Give Me Your Muffin Men ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: anime-luney 
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, or any characters from this manga/show
Well, I like this chapter. And yet nothing really happens in it…I guess…Meh. I had fun banging Sasuke around in a car. Dx
Words between *'s are typed.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.28.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.8K | Visits: 461 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, or any characters from this manga/show
Well, I like this chapter. And yet nothing really happens in it…I guess…Meh. I had fun banging Sasuke around in a car. Dx
Words between *'s are typed.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.28.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.8K | Visits: 461 | Status: Work In Progress
Sighing, Shikamaru tiredly signed onto his msn. It had been a normal, taxing week. He wasn't sure why he hadn't bothered to change out of his jeans and shirt yet. He'd only just managed to toss his sweatshirt somewhere before flopping in front of his computer.
It was on a Wednesday that Gaara had licked him, and it was on this Friday night that he wondered if that `more' bit would ever come up. This thought led into thoughts of a certain Uchiha, which he found himself doing more often. Ever since that damn restaurant incident…
*poke* A screen popped up. It had been sent by Raw-men-luvr, AKA his `special' blond friend. He wondered if he should reply or not…probably should. If he didn't the blond would probably send him a loud, annoying nudge.
*What?* He rolled his eyes at his screen name. Laz-E-boi. One of his friends had logged on as him again…He should change his password. Naw. They never did anything except read his junk mail, laugh at his forwards and regular e-mails, and change his display picture or name. Speaking of which…
*Sum1 liiiiiks u.* He hated how Naruto typed. The only times he spelled correctly was when he was doing an action, like poking. He rolled his eyes, checking his picture. A basic black and white, with the black words saying `save water. Shower with me' and a little smiley at the bottom. He chuckled, turning back to the conversation at hand.
*Do I care?* He re-read what he sent, wondering if he sounded this way in real life. This way loosely meaning like such an aloof and uncaring person. He opened up another window, seeing that both `green beats all else!' and `opposites attract, but same sex feels better' were online. What the hell, he had nothing better to do.
*Hey lee.* This one to Rock lee, the `green beats all else!' user. Before he could start a conversation with the last person, Naruto sent his long typed reply.
*Y *wudnt* u car, Shika?! Sum1 liks u! Thts sumthn 2 car about! *Id car if sum1 likd ME** This was ended with a sad icon, slash, rolling eyes icon. He ignored it for the time being. Again before he could talk to `opposites attract, but same sex feels better', lee responded as well.
*Shikamaru! How good it is to hear from you!* He felt like sighing again. Why had he wanted to do this? All of them would be enthusiastic responders! He entertained the idea of not starting up that conversation with opposites attract, but same sex feels better…
*Hey Kiba.* He decided in the end, that it was to troublesome not to. Besides, he might have started talking to him anyway.
*It's good to hear from you to, Lee, I guess…* He cracked his knuckles, thinking a little more over what to say to Naruto. His conversation would be a little more…delicate, what with his unrequited crush scenario. As he waited, he received-
*Hey shika, what up?*
*It is always good to hear from a friend, Shikamaru!* He rolled his eyes, deciding what to say to the blond.
*If it will make you feel better, I *am* curious.* He didn't know whether he should type more or not. He sent it anyway, hoping it would be enough. He brought up Lee's conversation, replying to him next while Naruto's screen remained unmoving. He was probably talking to Kiba or Lee now.
Sure. We'll go with that.* Next was Kiba's. Simple enough.
*Not much. Naruto's bugging me about some trivial matter, as usual.* He hardly even noticed the effort he put into typing long sentences anymore. He'd become a basic computer nerd, living off the magical box of goodness for most of his summers and holidays. He only got exercise when his friends forced it on him.
*Shikamaru, I must leave to attend to my homework! May you have a good day!* Shikamaru looked at the clock. It was only around 8. He usually didn't even start his homework until 10 at night and that would be Sunday. He exited out of that conversation, bringing up the one with Kiba.
*Really? What about?* Shikamaru thought on how to articulate it, while going to Naruto's little box. In the corner he could see the little prompt `Raw-men-luvr is writing a message'. He moved back to Kiba.
*Apparently he knows someone who likes me and is attempting to `torture' me with it.* He added an icon with rolling eyes for good measure. As he was about to open up internet explorer, to go and look for something to entertain himself with, Kiba replied.
*Has he toldt you who yet???* Shikamaru narrowed his eyes at the font. Kiba had typed that hastily, he could tell by the extra t on told. Kiba didn't do typos; he always re-read and deleted them. The Nara swore he had mild OCD that way, but it helped him discern the moods Kiba was in at least.
*No…Why?* In fact, Naruto had just sent a response. He puzzled over Kiba for a few more moments, before going on to check what Naruto had sent.
*Wel thts a strt! Do u wnt me 2 tll u who? =o* Shikamaru rolled his eyes at the blonds typed words, responding with a quick `I don't care' while reading Kiba's more interesting text.
*Just curious, i mean you're my friend and i was just wondering….* Shikamaru raised an eyebrow, typing in `Okayyy…' and switching back to his open document. Naruto, although annoying, was acting normal. Why was Kiba acting strange? It's not like the Nara didn't get crushed on by other people from time to time.
“Troublesome…” He went to google, clicked on the images button and looked up pictures pertaining to his search word, troublesome. Not much came up, a few little cartoons about people doing annoying things to other people. He looked down when one of his minimized conversations blinked at him.
*Weeeeeeellllllll!!!!!!! Ur crush is a he.* Shikamaru resisted scoffing at Naruto. He let the blond simmer in his excitement, choosing to go to Kiba's messenger box instead. Digital silence.
*And now the blond is trying to tease me. All he's told me is the person with a crush on me is male, or as he puts it `ur crush is a he'.* Shikamaru typed out with his fast flying fingers. He wondered if that would get Kiba to talk. He switched back to the blond, but before he could type up a minimally encouraging response, his phone went off.
“Hello?” He'd seen that it was Gaara from the display name and the music that blared out. Gaara's was pain by three days grace, Naruto had American idiot by green day, Kiba had bad touch by bloodhound gang, etc.
“Come over.” His heart rate thumped up a notch, pulsing thickly throughout his body. He swiveled around from the screen, wondering and hoping and dreading if this was the call or not and if so, how was it going to work out?
“More?” He questioned covertly. Gaara's next response was a snort, amusement tainting it but not saturating it. He grinned even as he winced. “See you soon then.” He hung up, swiveling back to the computer. He was to excited to read Naruto's whining about how he should care more, he might have if the blond didn't waste it by trying to bait him into asking. Kiba had only sent a useless text waster like lol. He didn't pay attention much to that one either.
*G2g, bye Naruto.*
*G2g, bye Kiba.*
He exited out, signed off, and then went hunting for his sweatshirt.
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Naruto frowned at his laptop screen. Shikamaru had run off on him, before he could even spill to him who it was! He sighed, rolling over on his bed. Where would Shikamaru have to go that would drag him away from his computer? He loved that thing! Hearing an alert sound from his laptop, he rolled back over, seeing what it was. His face paled.
*Fuck you, naruto.* From opposites attract, but same sex feels better. He knew Kiba was on, but he didn't think he'd talk to him, or be so mad! Before he could begin to defend himself, Kiba's text came up again.
*What the hell were you doing, talking to shika about how i fucking like him!* Naruto swallowed, whatever anger he had welling up warring with his regret at finding out the secret and attempting to spill it without thinking. He hadn't thought it was a big deal! That was all!
*First you `help' me and shino out, now you're off spewing my feelings to people! What the hells your problem man?!* Naruto felt his heart clench in desperation. He was angry at Kiba's reaction, yes, but he also could get where he was coming from. He wouldn't be too pleased if Kiba went blabbing to Sasuke about his feelings the moment he had the chance…oh god, why didn't he think beyond the moment sometimes?!
*Im srr! D; I din mean 2 do it! I ws jst exited tht I nu a secret…I din tll him nemor thn tht u r a guy!* He typed as fast as he could, hopping Kiba wouldn't get mad and just exit out of the conversation all together. Before, hopefully, Kiba could respond to that, he continued typing another response.
*And i nly hlpd wit u and shino cuz u din wnt 2 dte him nemor neway!* He stopped typing, praying Kiba read it, hoping he wasn't still mad at him for his almost screw up. He knew Kiba was mad at his and Shino's break up, that was to be expected, but he didn't expect to be yelled at. Kiba didn't yell at his friends when he was mad at them. He yelled at his friends when he was pissed to all hell at them.
*God, naruto…ugh. I'm still mad at you.* Naruto's eyes widened and he sent a quick pleading, big eyed icon he'd developed at a random internet site. Kiba seemed to ignore it and went on. *But at least you didn't spill it…Just don't do that again!* Naruto sighed, guessing that was the best he could do. Maybe if he kept talking they could cool off with each other?
*Bt u gotta tel him sumtim! D; Y nt now?* He winced as he hit the send button. Would Kiba get madder, or would he calm down?
…I know.* Air that he'd been unconsciously holding whooshed out of his mouth. This was good. Much better then feeling Kiba's wrath.
But not from you.* Naruto's face fell. He just wanted to help. Why did people have to guard their feelings so badly? He didn't understand it. If he thought he had a chance with Sasuke, he'd tell him!
I'm gunna go. Bye.* Sent before Naruto was finished musing over Sasuke. Kiba was already signed off when he finished reading. He rolled over again, wondering where Kiba was going this time. Why did everyone but him have plans this weekend?!
“So. Shikamaru is off doing something I don't know, but he's not mad at me. Kiba's off doing something I don't know and he is mad at me.” He said out loud, staring at his ceiling. Its blank whiteness stared back. He sighed again, rolling back over.
“To newgrounds I go then.” He said boredly, typing in the address and wondering if he'd be able to find some good games today. The domo-kun smash fest was pretty cool.
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Shikamaru walked up the road, his chest tight. He was acting like a damn virgin and even though he knew he was one, it still bugged him. No, not the virgin part actually; the innocent virgin part. He hated how his trepidation was growing along with his excitement.
He heard a bike coming up ahead, but didn't look up from his nervous musing. Not until he heard a familiar voice call out to him, hailing his brain back into reality. He snapped his head up, seeing the brunette skid his bike to stop and get off, walking it up to him with a toothy grin on his face.
“What up, Shikamaru?” Kiba asked, holding his hand up. Shikamaru, a strange hybrid feeling of worry, embarrassment, anger, and relief being hidden behind his eyes, lowered his hand. The slap stung his open palm, but the slightly aching pain was only a result of the cold. Damn autumn. He should get gloves.
“Heading to Gaara's. You?” He knew there was no way Kiba could know what he and Gaara planned to do, but he still felt guilty, open. Caught red-handed. He saw Kiba's face fall.
“Aww, come on man. I was gunna ask to hang out with you.” Shikamaru raised an eyebrow at him, shrugging. It was Kiba.
“Why didn't you call me then?” He asked, shifting from foot to foot. He was itching to keep going, impatient to keep up this charade. He both wanted to keep it from Kiba, and to spill his guts and ask for advice. Kiba had bragged, shamelessly at that, on multiple occasions about how experienced he was in his sexual escapades. Surely he would have some helpful hints for him and his strange crush on Gaara.
“Didn't think about it.” Kiba laughed, rubbing the back of his head. Shikamaru rolled his eyes. Never mind, the goofball before him would just laugh and probably tell him something that would make him flush.
“Great. Well, he's not a red head for nothing, so I better get going. Ciao.” He said, starting to walk off. Before he could make it, Kiba slung his arm out, dragging him back at least a couple steps and pressing his back flush against his chest. Well, wasn't he about to get bent over…
“Leave without even giving me a hug?” Kiba whispered softly, like he was admonishing a stubborn child. He placed his nose in Shikamaru's hair, inhaling gently, arm tightening just a bit.
Shikamaru sighed, thinking Kiba an over affectionate puppy. He turned in the embrace, opening his arms in resignation, hiding a smile. Kiba opened up both of his own arms, bike handle resting on his hip with ease. He wrapped both of his arms around Shikamaru, nuzzling his neck and making him squirm just a little.
“Down boy, you've had enough love!” Shikamaru said when Kiba happily switched to biting and sucking on his neck. Damn, he was over affectionate today. He felt like blushing when a steel grey car drove by, followed by a jeep. He didn't see the passengers but he knew they saw him. He lifted a hand to his neck reflexively, feeling hot saliva and small imprints of teeth. He rolled his eyes at the grinning boy.
“And how am I going to explain this to Gaara? Your little love bites always stay for hours.” He whined, much to Kiba's pleasure. `Oh, if only if only Shikamaru. It would take much more then just hours for those love bites to fade…'
“Tell him you goy a boyfriend between your house and his. And don't forget how undeniably handsome he is, and ravenously horny, `kay?” Kiba said, chuckling under his breath even as his heart sped merrily. He always wondered if Shikamaru would ever take him seriously when he said these things…He knew he wouldn't, but it was always good to hope.
“Right. You, my boyfriend. Wouldn't you have to dump Shino first?” Shikamaru said with a snort. He didn't see an end to this anytime soon, so might as well not fidget and think of Gaara.
“…I did.” Shikamaru's eyes widened. What? When had that happened? True, Kiba and Shino had different lunches then him, and Kiba had already been distanced from the guy, but to not even notice…“It was only Wednesday. I haven't told anyone, so yeah.” Kiba went on, seeing Shikamaru's expression of mild shock. He felt a little glimmer of hope spawn within him. Could this be the time?
“Why? I mean, it already seemed like you guys were going to, but, I mean…”Shikamaru shook his head. It really wasn't the break up, it was more the fact he hadn't even noticed the change. It made him feel disconnected from the group, his friends. Kiba shrugged.
“Long story?” `That involves you…' Shikamaru felt like narrowing his eyes, but that would prolong the conversation. He didn't like how he was so callously thinking of ways to escape, but he was. He supposed a bit of selfishness once in a while was fine, considering he was the groups surrogate councilor half the time.
“Hmmm. Right. Well, I'm sorry for you and Shino, but I got to go. Bye Kiba.” He excused himself hurriedly, not wanting to start talking about why they'd broken up and get even more entangled in the conversation. Kiba looked slightly hurt, but Shikamaru shrugged that off as well. Kiba was a big boy. He can handle it when someone doesn't stay to pamper his affectionate needs.
“Bye, Shikamaru…” Kiba said, slight dejection in his voice. He'd felt the hope bloom, but now he wished he could disconnect himself from the hollow spot the roots had torn away when it was shredded. Had he really thought Shikamaru would care? He said it himself. Everyone was waiting for it to happen. God, why did he even care? It's not like Shikamaru's opinion on his past relationship should matter much. He wanted a future one to matter to the boy and that one would involve him on the other end. He shook his head violently, getting on his bike and riding on, even though he'd just circle around again and go home.
God damn, he was a moron.
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“I hate you.” Sasuke voiced his opinion with real passion, the kind of fierceness that makes woman swoon in books, no matter how negative the words. His words hardly even made Itachi blink, passion rendered useless and foolish when aimed at the elder brother.
Impervious to Sasuke, Itachi placed his hand on the handle of the shift, despite the fact it was an automatic. He'd grown up on gear shift, even he had habits.
“Why do I have to go? I don't need a councilor; you do.” Itachi's lips twitched, minutely. He kept his eyes on the road, not allowing Sasuke's words to distract him. He'd just bought the car two weeks ago and although there was nothing like money to still pay off, being rich, he still didn't feel like trashing it. A Ferrari 360 spider was too good for that injustice.
“Father has requested it. I'm merely your driver.” He responded finally, pulling onto the long street that connected one end of town to the other, cutting through the heart of the residential area. Sasuke huffed, leaning onto the arm rest. He sullenly glared out the window, hating life itself.
He noticed a hugging pair they were coming up on. He scoffed. Love birds on a main street? He longed to be there when some teenage bully threw something out their window at the pair. As they drew nearer, he was able to make out who exactly was hugging who, and his blood boiled.
Kiba had his arms around Shikamaru! And his lips attached at his neck! He saw Shikamaru shove him away, blushing and looking sidelong as they passed. Damn, the blush was great…But not the reason. His eyes were narrowed dangerously and he knew if they had to stop and talk to those boys he might slug the stupid Inuzuka.
“Friends?” Itachi asked lightly. Sasuke glowered, mumbling a few nasty things under his breath. Itachi glanced over, before swinging the front of his car through a turn sharply, purposely without warning. Sasuke was jolted to the side, nearly falling into his older brother's lap as centripetal force propelled him outward. He ended with one hand gripping at his brother's thigh desperately, elbow digging into his lower stomach.
“What the hell Itachi!?” Sasuke said in anger, pulling away hurriedly. Itachi seemed unimpressed by his show of emotions, turning even sharper in the opposite direction. Sasuke, turned to face Itachi, slammed his head into the glass. He cursed colorfully, turning to face forward and gripping the back of his skull the way mad men do.
“Seriously, what the-” Itachi made another sharp turn, but Sasuke saw it coming. His hand slammed into the door, hurting his wrist and pinky finger, but stopping his skull from connecting. Before he could voice any more complaints or demands, Itachi slammed on the brakes, making him nearly nose dive into the dashboard.
“We're here.” Sasuke immediately scrabbled at the door, wanting out of the beautiful death trap Itachi had turned his car into. He turned, opening his mouth, but Itachi beat him to it.
“I was testing the turns. Have a nice day, little brother.” Itachi sped away, turning sharply around yet another corner. Sasuke cursed more, feeling like not even going in. Like Orochimaru would miss him. All he ever did was complain about how horridly decorated his office was, how badly he dressed, how his hair was hippie like. Or he didn't talk at all.
He felt his head, a small bump forming. What was Itachi's problem, seriously?
“I'm never riding with him again.”
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220;Hello?” A distracted blond picked up his cell phone, wondering why Lee needed to talk to him. It was 8:30. Shikamaru still hadn't gotten back on. Naruto was almost feeling worried, except the lazy ass could have just gone off to take a nap.
“Naruto! So good to hear from a friend! Have you started using your youthful energy on work yet?” Naruto scoffed, hitting the main click button on his mouse. He'd gone down to the main computer when he got bored with new grounds.
“Nope.” Machine gun fire exploded from his end, the sound of an animated `have a cookie' being cut off in mid yell. The blond smirked, turning his mouse to the right and mowing the advancing rabbit-thing down, the word dammit barely making it over the continued gunfire.
“What are you playing, Naruto?” Lee asked, almost horrified by the sound he was hearing. He almost cringed when a cute little voice spewing out a string of teehees was shut off by a spray of bullets.
“Candy mountain massacre.” Suddenly another little girl's voice came on, saying something that resembled `apples'. Naruto swiveled his view, but couldn't find the thing. An explosion occurred behind his black ops character, red tinting his screen.
“Damn it! My muffin man! Back off, strawberry short cake bitches!” He snarled, unloading on the two advancing pink things. Suddenly his character fell dead, a puddle of blood under their pixilated form. The sound `I'll use your bones for cake flour' was sung out by the sweet voice of a child.
“Naruto, what…youthful thing is this candy mountain…massacre.” Rock lee voice nervously, a little scared now of his friend. Naruto swiveled around, crossing his arm. The stupid thing, a cross between hello kitty and strawberry shortcake to him, had been hiding on a tower. He hadn't reached the muffin man!
“They got me. Stupid pink girls. I'm pulling out my bigger guns when I see them next. Do you know, they kept me from rescuing the muffin? Why give them bazookas anyway?! That's not fair! And then the little Keebler elves from hell with their fricken like, cookie grenades!” He went on, but Rock lee stopped listening after the blond stated that floating cupids were the easiest to pick off.
“I think I shall leave you to your game, Naruto!” Rock lee said hurriedly, waiting only for Naruto too say good bye or hang up first. Instead, he started playing his game again, prolonging lee's terror.
“So, who do you like now Rock lee?” A wail of death could be heard from an infant. He'd apparently gotten one of the `easy targets'. Lee gulped.
“Neji. Do you still like the youthful dark man Sasuke?” Naruto snorted, carefully maneuvering over the ice. He was facing the boss now and there were points in the ice where you fell through and died.
“Of course! He's way cuter then Neji.” He teased, nearly falling into one of the holes. The damn Santa-spider had worse rockets then strawberry shortcake! Lee blinked on his end, glad that the sounds of death had retreated. There was still gunfire, but nothing was screaming `see you in hell' anymore.
“Too you, Sasuke's suave looks pump youthful blood faster, but for me, Neji is all my youthful heart needs!” Naruto rolled his eyes. In doing so, he nearly fell in again, jumping to avoid it and getting nailed by a rocket. His death was credited by the Santa-spider saying `I'm going to squirt frosting on your corpse, hayo!”
“Listen, Lee, I can't win while laughing at you. I'll talk to you later. Ttyl my friend.” He hung up before Rock lee could gather wits enough for a long youthful speech. At least the sound of dieing things had startled that out of him for a bit.
“Now die, Santa-spider, and give me all your muffin men!”
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Ino squealed, throwing a pillow at her friend. The pink haired girl squealed as well, grabbing it and throwing it to the side, opening her arms. Ino opened hers as well, and they hugged each other desperately, squealing in girlish delight.
They were watching a romance movie slash comedy called the princes bride. They'd just reached the part where the dread pirate is revealed to be the farm boy, complete with romantic reunion. They'd fallen into the movie easily, popcorn on the floor, diet soda on the table, sugar free twizzler packs next to the soda.
“Hey Sakura, did you hear?” Ino giggled, cooing as the farm boy dove into the quicksand to save his love, laughing. Sakura turned, eyes widened in curiosity.
“What? What'd I miss?” Ino smirked, placing a finger to her lips in secrecy. Sakura nodded, urging her on with body language. Ino wriggled in her seat, making Sakura lean forward in heightened expectation.
“Kiba's single!” She shouted. Her admittance made Sakura gasp, then squeal for joy, hugging her friend again, repeating the phrase `no way no way no way!' over and over into the blonde girls ear.
“Yeah! I heard from Ten ten who heard from Rock lee, who heard from Neji, who heard from Naruto, who heard from Shino himself!” She spoke in the rapid fire of excited teenage girls. Sakura followed along as easily as Ino spoke it, her tongue not tripping over a single syllable in the long, fast spoken list.
“Oh wow, that's great! That means you have a shot with either Hinata or Kiba, right? Or do you not like Hinata anymore?” Sakura asked.
“I still like Hinata, a little more then Kiba even, but I might go for Kiba `cause, you know, not every girl is bi right?” She ended as a question, her insecurities about being a lone girl liking other girls coming to play. Sakura patted her shoulder, understanding as best she could.
“I think that's reasonable. Maybe get to know Hinata, ask around?” Ino nodded, crossing her arms across her legs. She rested her chin on her knees.
“It's easy for you, Sakura. You just like Sasuke.” Ino said, envy in her eyes. Sakura snorted, copying her friends pose, leaning against her side. She let her head rest on Ino's shoulder, comfortable.
“Easy? Sasuke has been described as asexual. It's hard enough getting him to blink in my direction, let alone think of me as a girlfriend!” Ino chuckled, leaning her head to the side as well, her platinum blonde locks mixing with Sakura's bubble gum pink.
“I like his brother better, personally.” Sakura snorted again, leaning even more heavily onto Ino in response.
“You've never even met him!” Ino laughed lowly, leaning her own weight back, turning slightly to view her friend.
“So? He looks better. More mature.” Sakura stuck out her tongue, leaning away from her friend and toppling against the couches arm rest. She giggled, uncurling and relaxing.
“He's like, 24 now! Way to old.” She said. Ino remained curled and upright, wiggling her toes. She briefly thought on painting them, then let it drift to the back of her mind. She'd decide on what color later.
“He just turned 23 this summer.” Sakura waved her hand, airily. The movie was left forgotten between them.
“So? That's still to old.” Ino rolled her eyes, placing her cheek on her knees and watching Sakura with one eye in focus. She loosened her grip on her legs, but stayed in her upright ball.
“It's only 5 years. Some couples are more then 10 years apart!” Sakura rolled her eyes this time, stretching a foot out and nudging the ball that was her friend.
“Well, I think 5 months is a better difference.”
“You just won't admit I'm right.”
“No you're not! Sasuke is most definitely better than Itachi, who is too old for us.”
“Itachi, being older, more mature, and actually equipped with a sex drive, is better.” Ino found herself eating a pillow thrown by a blushing Sakura. She smirked, picking it up, finally uncurling her legs and arms in order to attack.
“You take that back! Sasuke does have a sex drive!”
“Asexual, asexual!”
“Ino, you are so getting it!” Sakura reached over the top of the couch, grabbing a big body pillow. Ino's eyes widened, and the fight was on.
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Shikamaru reached out a hand. It had started to rain on the way, but it was light. It actually reminded him more of mist, if it ever fell instead of rose. He connected his index with the doorbell, heart hammering in the hollow of his throat. The door swung wide.
“You're late.” The red head didn't seem mad at all. Just stating a fact. Checking Shikamaru out. The usual. Not that Shikamaru wasn't eyeballing the red head in his darkish pajama bottoms. They had black, but was mostly decorated with flames licking up and down his legs, making the overall color a burning orange-red.
And he was shirtless.
“There was a certain time I had to be here?” Shikamaru said, swallowing his fear. He was here, but what was next? Gaara stepped in, leaving room for him to slip by. The door shut behind him, and Shikamaru was able to hear the silence of an empty house. No wonder he'd been invited over now.
“This way.” He followed Gaara through the hallway, up some stairs, and into his room. He'd been in here before, but never with intent. Always it was something trivial, hanging out, spending the night, forcing the red head to do his part of a project. He didn't know of anyone else who ever got to know the red head so well. He knew him better then his own siblings sometimes.
“So…Uh…New computer games?” He asked, walking over to the shelves. A grunt was all he heard in acknowledgement. He was used to it, but for some reason it made him nervous. Alright, more nervous. He turned at the sound of a click; despite the fact he knew Gaara locked the door. He always did, even when they weren't about to cross friendship boundaries.
A warm hand was suddenly under his water heavy sweatshirt. He jumped, skin tightening in surprise before trying to absorb the warmth. Gaara smirked, pushing him back, towards the bed. Shikamaru let out a breath, allowing it.
“You remember what I said, right? About being a virgin?” He asked. He had to make sure that the rules were set, or Gaara would do whatever he liked. A nod, then his pale hand was sliding higher on Shikamaru's stomach. The Nara bit his lip, grasping his friend's wrist.
“You got everything, right? In case it goes farther?” Gaara seemed impatient as he nodded. Shikamaru glanced down, and through the loose cotton was able to tell what most of the reason for this was.
It also looked like his gothic friend was well endowed under the few layers of clothing separating him from cool air. Shikamaru swallowed. He felt his own endowment, only a little smaller then his friends he hoped, begin to rise for the occasion.
He looked at Gaara, who was waiting for him to finally shut up and give consent. His eyes were hungry, thirsty, wanting Shikamaru. It made the brunette's stomach flip too finally get that kind of look from his crush.
“Okay.”
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Ohhhhh, cliffy! xD Sort of…anyway, wow, an ending note? That's a first.
Well, with Naruto, if you don't know, yes that is an actual game. I had fun playing it, though I'm hardly better then Naruto at it…I don't own the game or anything. Neither do I own Keebler stuff, sadly, or strawberry shortcake, or hello kitty.
It was on a Wednesday that Gaara had licked him, and it was on this Friday night that he wondered if that `more' bit would ever come up. This thought led into thoughts of a certain Uchiha, which he found himself doing more often. Ever since that damn restaurant incident…
*poke* A screen popped up. It had been sent by Raw-men-luvr, AKA his `special' blond friend. He wondered if he should reply or not…probably should. If he didn't the blond would probably send him a loud, annoying nudge.
*What?* He rolled his eyes at his screen name. Laz-E-boi. One of his friends had logged on as him again…He should change his password. Naw. They never did anything except read his junk mail, laugh at his forwards and regular e-mails, and change his display picture or name. Speaking of which…
*Sum1 liiiiiks u.* He hated how Naruto typed. The only times he spelled correctly was when he was doing an action, like poking. He rolled his eyes, checking his picture. A basic black and white, with the black words saying `save water. Shower with me' and a little smiley at the bottom. He chuckled, turning back to the conversation at hand.
*Do I care?* He re-read what he sent, wondering if he sounded this way in real life. This way loosely meaning like such an aloof and uncaring person. He opened up another window, seeing that both `green beats all else!' and `opposites attract, but same sex feels better' were online. What the hell, he had nothing better to do.
*Hey lee.* This one to Rock lee, the `green beats all else!' user. Before he could start a conversation with the last person, Naruto sent his long typed reply.
*Y *wudnt* u car, Shika?! Sum1 liks u! Thts sumthn 2 car about! *Id car if sum1 likd ME** This was ended with a sad icon, slash, rolling eyes icon. He ignored it for the time being. Again before he could talk to `opposites attract, but same sex feels better', lee responded as well.
*Shikamaru! How good it is to hear from you!* He felt like sighing again. Why had he wanted to do this? All of them would be enthusiastic responders! He entertained the idea of not starting up that conversation with opposites attract, but same sex feels better…
*Hey Kiba.* He decided in the end, that it was to troublesome not to. Besides, he might have started talking to him anyway.
*It's good to hear from you to, Lee, I guess…* He cracked his knuckles, thinking a little more over what to say to Naruto. His conversation would be a little more…delicate, what with his unrequited crush scenario. As he waited, he received-
*Hey shika, what up?*
*It is always good to hear from a friend, Shikamaru!* He rolled his eyes, deciding what to say to the blond.
*If it will make you feel better, I *am* curious.* He didn't know whether he should type more or not. He sent it anyway, hoping it would be enough. He brought up Lee's conversation, replying to him next while Naruto's screen remained unmoving. He was probably talking to Kiba or Lee now.
Sure. We'll go with that.* Next was Kiba's. Simple enough.
*Not much. Naruto's bugging me about some trivial matter, as usual.* He hardly even noticed the effort he put into typing long sentences anymore. He'd become a basic computer nerd, living off the magical box of goodness for most of his summers and holidays. He only got exercise when his friends forced it on him.
*Shikamaru, I must leave to attend to my homework! May you have a good day!* Shikamaru looked at the clock. It was only around 8. He usually didn't even start his homework until 10 at night and that would be Sunday. He exited out of that conversation, bringing up the one with Kiba.
*Really? What about?* Shikamaru thought on how to articulate it, while going to Naruto's little box. In the corner he could see the little prompt `Raw-men-luvr is writing a message'. He moved back to Kiba.
*Apparently he knows someone who likes me and is attempting to `torture' me with it.* He added an icon with rolling eyes for good measure. As he was about to open up internet explorer, to go and look for something to entertain himself with, Kiba replied.
*Has he toldt you who yet???* Shikamaru narrowed his eyes at the font. Kiba had typed that hastily, he could tell by the extra t on told. Kiba didn't do typos; he always re-read and deleted them. The Nara swore he had mild OCD that way, but it helped him discern the moods Kiba was in at least.
*No…Why?* In fact, Naruto had just sent a response. He puzzled over Kiba for a few more moments, before going on to check what Naruto had sent.
*Wel thts a strt! Do u wnt me 2 tll u who? =o* Shikamaru rolled his eyes at the blonds typed words, responding with a quick `I don't care' while reading Kiba's more interesting text.
*Just curious, i mean you're my friend and i was just wondering….* Shikamaru raised an eyebrow, typing in `Okayyy…' and switching back to his open document. Naruto, although annoying, was acting normal. Why was Kiba acting strange? It's not like the Nara didn't get crushed on by other people from time to time.
“Troublesome…” He went to google, clicked on the images button and looked up pictures pertaining to his search word, troublesome. Not much came up, a few little cartoons about people doing annoying things to other people. He looked down when one of his minimized conversations blinked at him.
*Weeeeeeellllllll!!!!!!! Ur crush is a he.* Shikamaru resisted scoffing at Naruto. He let the blond simmer in his excitement, choosing to go to Kiba's messenger box instead. Digital silence.
*And now the blond is trying to tease me. All he's told me is the person with a crush on me is male, or as he puts it `ur crush is a he'.* Shikamaru typed out with his fast flying fingers. He wondered if that would get Kiba to talk. He switched back to the blond, but before he could type up a minimally encouraging response, his phone went off.
“Hello?” He'd seen that it was Gaara from the display name and the music that blared out. Gaara's was pain by three days grace, Naruto had American idiot by green day, Kiba had bad touch by bloodhound gang, etc.
“Come over.” His heart rate thumped up a notch, pulsing thickly throughout his body. He swiveled around from the screen, wondering and hoping and dreading if this was the call or not and if so, how was it going to work out?
“More?” He questioned covertly. Gaara's next response was a snort, amusement tainting it but not saturating it. He grinned even as he winced. “See you soon then.” He hung up, swiveling back to the computer. He was to excited to read Naruto's whining about how he should care more, he might have if the blond didn't waste it by trying to bait him into asking. Kiba had only sent a useless text waster like lol. He didn't pay attention much to that one either.
*G2g, bye Naruto.*
*G2g, bye Kiba.*
He exited out, signed off, and then went hunting for his sweatshirt.
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Naruto frowned at his laptop screen. Shikamaru had run off on him, before he could even spill to him who it was! He sighed, rolling over on his bed. Where would Shikamaru have to go that would drag him away from his computer? He loved that thing! Hearing an alert sound from his laptop, he rolled back over, seeing what it was. His face paled.
*Fuck you, naruto.* From opposites attract, but same sex feels better. He knew Kiba was on, but he didn't think he'd talk to him, or be so mad! Before he could begin to defend himself, Kiba's text came up again.
*What the hell were you doing, talking to shika about how i fucking like him!* Naruto swallowed, whatever anger he had welling up warring with his regret at finding out the secret and attempting to spill it without thinking. He hadn't thought it was a big deal! That was all!
*First you `help' me and shino out, now you're off spewing my feelings to people! What the hells your problem man?!* Naruto felt his heart clench in desperation. He was angry at Kiba's reaction, yes, but he also could get where he was coming from. He wouldn't be too pleased if Kiba went blabbing to Sasuke about his feelings the moment he had the chance…oh god, why didn't he think beyond the moment sometimes?!
*Im srr! D; I din mean 2 do it! I ws jst exited tht I nu a secret…I din tll him nemor thn tht u r a guy!* He typed as fast as he could, hopping Kiba wouldn't get mad and just exit out of the conversation all together. Before, hopefully, Kiba could respond to that, he continued typing another response.
*And i nly hlpd wit u and shino cuz u din wnt 2 dte him nemor neway!* He stopped typing, praying Kiba read it, hoping he wasn't still mad at him for his almost screw up. He knew Kiba was mad at his and Shino's break up, that was to be expected, but he didn't expect to be yelled at. Kiba didn't yell at his friends when he was mad at them. He yelled at his friends when he was pissed to all hell at them.
*God, naruto…ugh. I'm still mad at you.* Naruto's eyes widened and he sent a quick pleading, big eyed icon he'd developed at a random internet site. Kiba seemed to ignore it and went on. *But at least you didn't spill it…Just don't do that again!* Naruto sighed, guessing that was the best he could do. Maybe if he kept talking they could cool off with each other?
*Bt u gotta tel him sumtim! D; Y nt now?* He winced as he hit the send button. Would Kiba get madder, or would he calm down?
…I know.* Air that he'd been unconsciously holding whooshed out of his mouth. This was good. Much better then feeling Kiba's wrath.
But not from you.* Naruto's face fell. He just wanted to help. Why did people have to guard their feelings so badly? He didn't understand it. If he thought he had a chance with Sasuke, he'd tell him!
I'm gunna go. Bye.* Sent before Naruto was finished musing over Sasuke. Kiba was already signed off when he finished reading. He rolled over again, wondering where Kiba was going this time. Why did everyone but him have plans this weekend?!
“So. Shikamaru is off doing something I don't know, but he's not mad at me. Kiba's off doing something I don't know and he is mad at me.” He said out loud, staring at his ceiling. Its blank whiteness stared back. He sighed again, rolling back over.
“To newgrounds I go then.” He said boredly, typing in the address and wondering if he'd be able to find some good games today. The domo-kun smash fest was pretty cool.
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Shikamaru walked up the road, his chest tight. He was acting like a damn virgin and even though he knew he was one, it still bugged him. No, not the virgin part actually; the innocent virgin part. He hated how his trepidation was growing along with his excitement.
He heard a bike coming up ahead, but didn't look up from his nervous musing. Not until he heard a familiar voice call out to him, hailing his brain back into reality. He snapped his head up, seeing the brunette skid his bike to stop and get off, walking it up to him with a toothy grin on his face.
“What up, Shikamaru?” Kiba asked, holding his hand up. Shikamaru, a strange hybrid feeling of worry, embarrassment, anger, and relief being hidden behind his eyes, lowered his hand. The slap stung his open palm, but the slightly aching pain was only a result of the cold. Damn autumn. He should get gloves.
“Heading to Gaara's. You?” He knew there was no way Kiba could know what he and Gaara planned to do, but he still felt guilty, open. Caught red-handed. He saw Kiba's face fall.
“Aww, come on man. I was gunna ask to hang out with you.” Shikamaru raised an eyebrow at him, shrugging. It was Kiba.
“Why didn't you call me then?” He asked, shifting from foot to foot. He was itching to keep going, impatient to keep up this charade. He both wanted to keep it from Kiba, and to spill his guts and ask for advice. Kiba had bragged, shamelessly at that, on multiple occasions about how experienced he was in his sexual escapades. Surely he would have some helpful hints for him and his strange crush on Gaara.
“Didn't think about it.” Kiba laughed, rubbing the back of his head. Shikamaru rolled his eyes. Never mind, the goofball before him would just laugh and probably tell him something that would make him flush.
“Great. Well, he's not a red head for nothing, so I better get going. Ciao.” He said, starting to walk off. Before he could make it, Kiba slung his arm out, dragging him back at least a couple steps and pressing his back flush against his chest. Well, wasn't he about to get bent over…
“Leave without even giving me a hug?” Kiba whispered softly, like he was admonishing a stubborn child. He placed his nose in Shikamaru's hair, inhaling gently, arm tightening just a bit.
Shikamaru sighed, thinking Kiba an over affectionate puppy. He turned in the embrace, opening his arms in resignation, hiding a smile. Kiba opened up both of his own arms, bike handle resting on his hip with ease. He wrapped both of his arms around Shikamaru, nuzzling his neck and making him squirm just a little.
“Down boy, you've had enough love!” Shikamaru said when Kiba happily switched to biting and sucking on his neck. Damn, he was over affectionate today. He felt like blushing when a steel grey car drove by, followed by a jeep. He didn't see the passengers but he knew they saw him. He lifted a hand to his neck reflexively, feeling hot saliva and small imprints of teeth. He rolled his eyes at the grinning boy.
“And how am I going to explain this to Gaara? Your little love bites always stay for hours.” He whined, much to Kiba's pleasure. `Oh, if only if only Shikamaru. It would take much more then just hours for those love bites to fade…'
“Tell him you goy a boyfriend between your house and his. And don't forget how undeniably handsome he is, and ravenously horny, `kay?” Kiba said, chuckling under his breath even as his heart sped merrily. He always wondered if Shikamaru would ever take him seriously when he said these things…He knew he wouldn't, but it was always good to hope.
“Right. You, my boyfriend. Wouldn't you have to dump Shino first?” Shikamaru said with a snort. He didn't see an end to this anytime soon, so might as well not fidget and think of Gaara.
“…I did.” Shikamaru's eyes widened. What? When had that happened? True, Kiba and Shino had different lunches then him, and Kiba had already been distanced from the guy, but to not even notice…“It was only Wednesday. I haven't told anyone, so yeah.” Kiba went on, seeing Shikamaru's expression of mild shock. He felt a little glimmer of hope spawn within him. Could this be the time?
“Why? I mean, it already seemed like you guys were going to, but, I mean…”Shikamaru shook his head. It really wasn't the break up, it was more the fact he hadn't even noticed the change. It made him feel disconnected from the group, his friends. Kiba shrugged.
“Long story?” `That involves you…' Shikamaru felt like narrowing his eyes, but that would prolong the conversation. He didn't like how he was so callously thinking of ways to escape, but he was. He supposed a bit of selfishness once in a while was fine, considering he was the groups surrogate councilor half the time.
“Hmmm. Right. Well, I'm sorry for you and Shino, but I got to go. Bye Kiba.” He excused himself hurriedly, not wanting to start talking about why they'd broken up and get even more entangled in the conversation. Kiba looked slightly hurt, but Shikamaru shrugged that off as well. Kiba was a big boy. He can handle it when someone doesn't stay to pamper his affectionate needs.
“Bye, Shikamaru…” Kiba said, slight dejection in his voice. He'd felt the hope bloom, but now he wished he could disconnect himself from the hollow spot the roots had torn away when it was shredded. Had he really thought Shikamaru would care? He said it himself. Everyone was waiting for it to happen. God, why did he even care? It's not like Shikamaru's opinion on his past relationship should matter much. He wanted a future one to matter to the boy and that one would involve him on the other end. He shook his head violently, getting on his bike and riding on, even though he'd just circle around again and go home.
God damn, he was a moron.
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“I hate you.” Sasuke voiced his opinion with real passion, the kind of fierceness that makes woman swoon in books, no matter how negative the words. His words hardly even made Itachi blink, passion rendered useless and foolish when aimed at the elder brother.
Impervious to Sasuke, Itachi placed his hand on the handle of the shift, despite the fact it was an automatic. He'd grown up on gear shift, even he had habits.
“Why do I have to go? I don't need a councilor; you do.” Itachi's lips twitched, minutely. He kept his eyes on the road, not allowing Sasuke's words to distract him. He'd just bought the car two weeks ago and although there was nothing like money to still pay off, being rich, he still didn't feel like trashing it. A Ferrari 360 spider was too good for that injustice.
“Father has requested it. I'm merely your driver.” He responded finally, pulling onto the long street that connected one end of town to the other, cutting through the heart of the residential area. Sasuke huffed, leaning onto the arm rest. He sullenly glared out the window, hating life itself.
He noticed a hugging pair they were coming up on. He scoffed. Love birds on a main street? He longed to be there when some teenage bully threw something out their window at the pair. As they drew nearer, he was able to make out who exactly was hugging who, and his blood boiled.
Kiba had his arms around Shikamaru! And his lips attached at his neck! He saw Shikamaru shove him away, blushing and looking sidelong as they passed. Damn, the blush was great…But not the reason. His eyes were narrowed dangerously and he knew if they had to stop and talk to those boys he might slug the stupid Inuzuka.
“Friends?” Itachi asked lightly. Sasuke glowered, mumbling a few nasty things under his breath. Itachi glanced over, before swinging the front of his car through a turn sharply, purposely without warning. Sasuke was jolted to the side, nearly falling into his older brother's lap as centripetal force propelled him outward. He ended with one hand gripping at his brother's thigh desperately, elbow digging into his lower stomach.
“What the hell Itachi!?” Sasuke said in anger, pulling away hurriedly. Itachi seemed unimpressed by his show of emotions, turning even sharper in the opposite direction. Sasuke, turned to face Itachi, slammed his head into the glass. He cursed colorfully, turning to face forward and gripping the back of his skull the way mad men do.
“Seriously, what the-” Itachi made another sharp turn, but Sasuke saw it coming. His hand slammed into the door, hurting his wrist and pinky finger, but stopping his skull from connecting. Before he could voice any more complaints or demands, Itachi slammed on the brakes, making him nearly nose dive into the dashboard.
“We're here.” Sasuke immediately scrabbled at the door, wanting out of the beautiful death trap Itachi had turned his car into. He turned, opening his mouth, but Itachi beat him to it.
“I was testing the turns. Have a nice day, little brother.” Itachi sped away, turning sharply around yet another corner. Sasuke cursed more, feeling like not even going in. Like Orochimaru would miss him. All he ever did was complain about how horridly decorated his office was, how badly he dressed, how his hair was hippie like. Or he didn't talk at all.
He felt his head, a small bump forming. What was Itachi's problem, seriously?
“I'm never riding with him again.”
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220;Hello?” A distracted blond picked up his cell phone, wondering why Lee needed to talk to him. It was 8:30. Shikamaru still hadn't gotten back on. Naruto was almost feeling worried, except the lazy ass could have just gone off to take a nap.
“Naruto! So good to hear from a friend! Have you started using your youthful energy on work yet?” Naruto scoffed, hitting the main click button on his mouse. He'd gone down to the main computer when he got bored with new grounds.
“Nope.” Machine gun fire exploded from his end, the sound of an animated `have a cookie' being cut off in mid yell. The blond smirked, turning his mouse to the right and mowing the advancing rabbit-thing down, the word dammit barely making it over the continued gunfire.
“What are you playing, Naruto?” Lee asked, almost horrified by the sound he was hearing. He almost cringed when a cute little voice spewing out a string of teehees was shut off by a spray of bullets.
“Candy mountain massacre.” Suddenly another little girl's voice came on, saying something that resembled `apples'. Naruto swiveled his view, but couldn't find the thing. An explosion occurred behind his black ops character, red tinting his screen.
“Damn it! My muffin man! Back off, strawberry short cake bitches!” He snarled, unloading on the two advancing pink things. Suddenly his character fell dead, a puddle of blood under their pixilated form. The sound `I'll use your bones for cake flour' was sung out by the sweet voice of a child.
“Naruto, what…youthful thing is this candy mountain…massacre.” Rock lee voice nervously, a little scared now of his friend. Naruto swiveled around, crossing his arm. The stupid thing, a cross between hello kitty and strawberry shortcake to him, had been hiding on a tower. He hadn't reached the muffin man!
“They got me. Stupid pink girls. I'm pulling out my bigger guns when I see them next. Do you know, they kept me from rescuing the muffin? Why give them bazookas anyway?! That's not fair! And then the little Keebler elves from hell with their fricken like, cookie grenades!” He went on, but Rock lee stopped listening after the blond stated that floating cupids were the easiest to pick off.
“I think I shall leave you to your game, Naruto!” Rock lee said hurriedly, waiting only for Naruto too say good bye or hang up first. Instead, he started playing his game again, prolonging lee's terror.
“So, who do you like now Rock lee?” A wail of death could be heard from an infant. He'd apparently gotten one of the `easy targets'. Lee gulped.
“Neji. Do you still like the youthful dark man Sasuke?” Naruto snorted, carefully maneuvering over the ice. He was facing the boss now and there were points in the ice where you fell through and died.
“Of course! He's way cuter then Neji.” He teased, nearly falling into one of the holes. The damn Santa-spider had worse rockets then strawberry shortcake! Lee blinked on his end, glad that the sounds of death had retreated. There was still gunfire, but nothing was screaming `see you in hell' anymore.
“Too you, Sasuke's suave looks pump youthful blood faster, but for me, Neji is all my youthful heart needs!” Naruto rolled his eyes. In doing so, he nearly fell in again, jumping to avoid it and getting nailed by a rocket. His death was credited by the Santa-spider saying `I'm going to squirt frosting on your corpse, hayo!”
“Listen, Lee, I can't win while laughing at you. I'll talk to you later. Ttyl my friend.” He hung up before Rock lee could gather wits enough for a long youthful speech. At least the sound of dieing things had startled that out of him for a bit.
“Now die, Santa-spider, and give me all your muffin men!”
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Ino squealed, throwing a pillow at her friend. The pink haired girl squealed as well, grabbing it and throwing it to the side, opening her arms. Ino opened hers as well, and they hugged each other desperately, squealing in girlish delight.
They were watching a romance movie slash comedy called the princes bride. They'd just reached the part where the dread pirate is revealed to be the farm boy, complete with romantic reunion. They'd fallen into the movie easily, popcorn on the floor, diet soda on the table, sugar free twizzler packs next to the soda.
“Hey Sakura, did you hear?” Ino giggled, cooing as the farm boy dove into the quicksand to save his love, laughing. Sakura turned, eyes widened in curiosity.
“What? What'd I miss?” Ino smirked, placing a finger to her lips in secrecy. Sakura nodded, urging her on with body language. Ino wriggled in her seat, making Sakura lean forward in heightened expectation.
“Kiba's single!” She shouted. Her admittance made Sakura gasp, then squeal for joy, hugging her friend again, repeating the phrase `no way no way no way!' over and over into the blonde girls ear.
“Yeah! I heard from Ten ten who heard from Rock lee, who heard from Neji, who heard from Naruto, who heard from Shino himself!” She spoke in the rapid fire of excited teenage girls. Sakura followed along as easily as Ino spoke it, her tongue not tripping over a single syllable in the long, fast spoken list.
“Oh wow, that's great! That means you have a shot with either Hinata or Kiba, right? Or do you not like Hinata anymore?” Sakura asked.
“I still like Hinata, a little more then Kiba even, but I might go for Kiba `cause, you know, not every girl is bi right?” She ended as a question, her insecurities about being a lone girl liking other girls coming to play. Sakura patted her shoulder, understanding as best she could.
“I think that's reasonable. Maybe get to know Hinata, ask around?” Ino nodded, crossing her arms across her legs. She rested her chin on her knees.
“It's easy for you, Sakura. You just like Sasuke.” Ino said, envy in her eyes. Sakura snorted, copying her friends pose, leaning against her side. She let her head rest on Ino's shoulder, comfortable.
“Easy? Sasuke has been described as asexual. It's hard enough getting him to blink in my direction, let alone think of me as a girlfriend!” Ino chuckled, leaning her head to the side as well, her platinum blonde locks mixing with Sakura's bubble gum pink.
“I like his brother better, personally.” Sakura snorted again, leaning even more heavily onto Ino in response.
“You've never even met him!” Ino laughed lowly, leaning her own weight back, turning slightly to view her friend.
“So? He looks better. More mature.” Sakura stuck out her tongue, leaning away from her friend and toppling against the couches arm rest. She giggled, uncurling and relaxing.
“He's like, 24 now! Way to old.” She said. Ino remained curled and upright, wiggling her toes. She briefly thought on painting them, then let it drift to the back of her mind. She'd decide on what color later.
“He just turned 23 this summer.” Sakura waved her hand, airily. The movie was left forgotten between them.
“So? That's still to old.” Ino rolled her eyes, placing her cheek on her knees and watching Sakura with one eye in focus. She loosened her grip on her legs, but stayed in her upright ball.
“It's only 5 years. Some couples are more then 10 years apart!” Sakura rolled her eyes this time, stretching a foot out and nudging the ball that was her friend.
“Well, I think 5 months is a better difference.”
“You just won't admit I'm right.”
“No you're not! Sasuke is most definitely better than Itachi, who is too old for us.”
“Itachi, being older, more mature, and actually equipped with a sex drive, is better.” Ino found herself eating a pillow thrown by a blushing Sakura. She smirked, picking it up, finally uncurling her legs and arms in order to attack.
“You take that back! Sasuke does have a sex drive!”
“Asexual, asexual!”
“Ino, you are so getting it!” Sakura reached over the top of the couch, grabbing a big body pillow. Ino's eyes widened, and the fight was on.
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Shikamaru reached out a hand. It had started to rain on the way, but it was light. It actually reminded him more of mist, if it ever fell instead of rose. He connected his index with the doorbell, heart hammering in the hollow of his throat. The door swung wide.
“You're late.” The red head didn't seem mad at all. Just stating a fact. Checking Shikamaru out. The usual. Not that Shikamaru wasn't eyeballing the red head in his darkish pajama bottoms. They had black, but was mostly decorated with flames licking up and down his legs, making the overall color a burning orange-red.
And he was shirtless.
“There was a certain time I had to be here?” Shikamaru said, swallowing his fear. He was here, but what was next? Gaara stepped in, leaving room for him to slip by. The door shut behind him, and Shikamaru was able to hear the silence of an empty house. No wonder he'd been invited over now.
“This way.” He followed Gaara through the hallway, up some stairs, and into his room. He'd been in here before, but never with intent. Always it was something trivial, hanging out, spending the night, forcing the red head to do his part of a project. He didn't know of anyone else who ever got to know the red head so well. He knew him better then his own siblings sometimes.
“So…Uh…New computer games?” He asked, walking over to the shelves. A grunt was all he heard in acknowledgement. He was used to it, but for some reason it made him nervous. Alright, more nervous. He turned at the sound of a click; despite the fact he knew Gaara locked the door. He always did, even when they weren't about to cross friendship boundaries.
A warm hand was suddenly under his water heavy sweatshirt. He jumped, skin tightening in surprise before trying to absorb the warmth. Gaara smirked, pushing him back, towards the bed. Shikamaru let out a breath, allowing it.
“You remember what I said, right? About being a virgin?” He asked. He had to make sure that the rules were set, or Gaara would do whatever he liked. A nod, then his pale hand was sliding higher on Shikamaru's stomach. The Nara bit his lip, grasping his friend's wrist.
“You got everything, right? In case it goes farther?” Gaara seemed impatient as he nodded. Shikamaru glanced down, and through the loose cotton was able to tell what most of the reason for this was.
It also looked like his gothic friend was well endowed under the few layers of clothing separating him from cool air. Shikamaru swallowed. He felt his own endowment, only a little smaller then his friends he hoped, begin to rise for the occasion.
He looked at Gaara, who was waiting for him to finally shut up and give consent. His eyes were hungry, thirsty, wanting Shikamaru. It made the brunette's stomach flip too finally get that kind of look from his crush.
“Okay.”
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Ohhhhh, cliffy! xD Sort of…anyway, wow, an ending note? That's a first.
Well, with Naruto, if you don't know, yes that is an actual game. I had fun playing it, though I'm hardly better then Naruto at it…I don't own the game or anything. Neither do I own Keebler stuff, sadly, or strawberry shortcake, or hello kitty.