Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Lick the Strawberry ❯ Shangri-La ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I don't own Naruto. This goes for the rest of the chapters I will post on this site.

A/N: I'm happy. :3 I loved most of your responses. For those who read Lolita, the novel, I'm not going to base this story on that. I'd feel like crap, and it simply wouldn't work.

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Shangri-La

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Shangri-La is a place where the world is absolutely perfect.

The atmosphere is simply quite lovely, really.

There is always peace, love, and there is no such thing as destruction. Harmony is always abounding.

There is no such thing as sadness. Happiness only exists. Happiness is forever.

Hm?

Where is it? We all may never know…it may be within your own heart.

Perhaps if Sasuke and Naruto live in such a world, they both would be happy.

Sasuke would have him. Naruto would love him back.

Alas, everyone deserves to be happy, don't they?

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He had his wallet. Sasuke hadhis wallet. Sasuke was very happy about it. He was excessively obsessed with the little blond boy, and when he had dropped his wallet, he took it within his palms. The small green frog stared at him accusingly from his leather seat at the back of his car. Sasuke smirked at it from his rear mirror. It was the start of a new day.

As he drove around the corner towards 66th Street, he saw the beautiful elementary School. It was 7:31 a.m. The beauty appeared around 7:33 a.m. When he was late, he usually arrived around 7:45 a.m. Those mere ten-thirteen minutes didn't matter to him, as long as he had a chance to see those lush cherry lips gasping, his beautiful slim legs running. The golden bounce of his blond hair, and the shimmering cerulean eyes made him mad with depression and desire. He wanted him so much, but he was within his grasp. Instead, he had the things he did not want, such as the putrid women that threw themselves at his body, the very same ostentatious filth that permeated through the halls and rooms of his corporation. All he wanted from the divine was the young boy, and the holy beings above presented him with idiotic women, drenched either in perfume or make-up. Or both. They presented him with oily, smiling gold-diggers and sultry fan-girls with disgusting squishy breasts the size of melons.

They were horrible too. Females were horrifying, pitting themselves against each other for his affections. He remembered when one particular stubborn fan-girl had managed to kiss him on the cheek in High school, and immediately, after school ended, she was beaten up by all the girls in his class. After, she was hospitalized for several weeks.

They were all…ugly. Inside and Out.

Sasuke parked his car, his engine humming softly. He glanced at the block, waiting for him to show up. He sat on his leather seat, staring intently for any sort of blond around the street.

A woman toppled over with her child. She regained her balance, glaring at the force that shoved her. Sasuke smirked. The signal went off. The little blond stuck his tongue out at the two, and ran ahead of them both. He watched with admiration at how the tan legs catapulted his small body through the mass of people. His sunny blond hair, an adorable mess as always, shook with the wind, while his little arms stretched out. His orange T-shirt had a fox symbol. Sasuke noticed that he seemed to love the color orange, as well as foxes. He also seemed to not do any homework whatsoever, as he never brought a book bag with him. He occasionally did, a small orange bag bouncing behind him as he desperately tried to make it to school on time.

Sasuke furrowed his brow. There was that damn teacher again. Sasuke suspected that Naruto always attempted to get to school early because he wanted to see that teacher. After all, Masashi Kishimoto Elementary School rang its late bell around 7:45, the exact time when his beloved would appear when he was late. Sasuke knew this fact because he had managed to steal a teacher's schedule when he was dating her. Sadly, her class consisted mostly of snooty little girls, and there was not a single blond haired, blue-eyed boy by the name of Uzumaki Naruto.

Shivers went up his body as he thought of his name. Pathetic, he realized. He was incredibly pathetic. How could such a beautiful little blond abomination have such control over him? How could a five-year old yank his senses away, and put such a powerful man on his knees?

His attention was grabbed when his Naruto grabbed the teacher by the leg into a hug. Sasuke's teeth gritted in jealousy as the teacher ruffled his sloppy hair, the very same soft hair that Sasuke desperately wanted to touch.

Crowds of adults with children blocked his view, and he grimaced. No child was more beautiful then Naruto. Only Naruto was special.

Annoyed, he tried to crane his neck a little bit to the left to see the blond, but he had already disappeared in the school, along with the teacher. He glared. Who was that guy? He seemed a lot older then he himself was.

With a feeling he didn't admit was jealousy, he drove to work with a heavy heart, immaturely dreaming of ways to torture the man.

Sasuke knew that the blond always rushed to get home after school. The school ended at 3:45. But…even when he waited there at 3:30, he never seemed to be around. Sasuke was getting frustrated. Where did he always go?

A month has passed since he first saw the beautiful blond. Throughout that month, he planned various goals for himself. Dating one or two teachers at a time, he would always casually mention him rarely, in moments. They were not suspicious, and all of the women had no clue that he was keeping all of the tiny scraps of information in a little notepad. The talkative teachers liked to talk about his energetic adventures, which Sasuke found adorable. He kept those stories in the shape of tapes, as he'd plant secret voice-recorders around the car.

The women never get to his home, and that was how brief their relationships were.

When he'd get home, he would listen to the recordings over a nice mug of water, and write the stories in a notebook. Sasuke knew more information, enough to actually consider maybe he and Naruto were friends. It was all strange, though, as the age difference stretched out all of the `friendship' possibilities.

He would immediately destroy all the tapes after.

A second goal he created for himself required a Digital Camera. Around the weekends, he soon discovered, he would be at the playground, playing with many of the children. Most children held a grudge against him, but outside of school life, he was quite the popular kid. He was energetic, rambunctious and loud. The kids found him extremely fun to be around with.

Sasuke sighed. Oh, how he wished to be a child of five again, to be with his Naruto!

When he was sliding off the slide, Sasuke noticed, to his delight, his large shorts would fly up, exposing the smooth, tan skin of his thighs. When he was playing around with monkey bars, his large shirt sleeves would slide down, and he took this time to analyze his beautiful body, which was usually emphasized when he raised his arms up. His shirt squeezed his sides. He was so slim and childishly chubby in some areas. Compared to the other boys, he was the most pretty and adorable. He wanted his fingers to rub against his skin. He wanted to touch him. Sasuke realized that he never actually touched the child, even a tap on the shoulder had never occurred between the two.

He promised himself that a casual bump would be his next goal.

Sasuke took pictures of him. Close-ups, black and whites, when he was running, laughing, smiling. When he was playing around, when he was jumping into the fountain. But all of the pictures that were taken, none of them had the blond staring at the Camera. Another dreadful discovery Sasuke made was that their eyes never met once, since that faithful day.

He wanted Naruto to look at him. To notice his presence. Why did all the attention he desired come from unpleasant women?

“Sasuke-san! Sasuke-san? Sasuke-san!!” Sasuke snapped out of his daze. He had been staring at the computer for about half an hour now. His secretary, the only woman that didn't scare or annoyed him, shoved a cup of coffee to him. “Your Mocha Latte, sir.”

“Thank you, Tenten-san.” He took a sip of the bitter drink, inwardly slapping himself. The small boy was distracting him at work, too! Damn…what was happening to him?

Tenten gave him an odd look. “Your welcome, sir.” She turned and left the room. She suspected he had fallen for someone, deep. It took a long time, but it was worth it. Still, Sasuke was no fun, still an icy good looking bastard. The only sign she received that contributed to her guess that he liked someone was long amounts of staring into space.

She was not aware of the three hundred plus pictures of a certain someone within a locked drawer, right beneath where the coffee mug was currently sitting.

Taking the longer way to see if Naruto was there, he vaguely knew he wouldn't be there. Turning around, he considered driving past without taking a look at the deserted school. He took a look anyway. And was shocked to find Naruto go into a Car, his cheeks stained red. He looked at his watch quickly. It was 4:10.

The disappearance of the blond hair immediately caused him to worry. Was someone taking him away? He knew he'd go insane if something was to happen to Naruto.

He decided to follow. Who was in the car with him? Trailing the car silently and swiftly, he pulled over when the car did the same, in front of a pleasant-looking, small abode.

His heart thumping, he saw Naruto walk out slowly, shaking. The other entity had said something to him, in which he nodded. When the other person got out, Sasuke's heart dropped.

Naruto hopped and threw his arms around the man's legs, screaming with delight, “Iruka-sensei!”

It was him. The teacher from the morning. Sasuke felt a wave of foolishness sweeping through him. Coldness rendered him immobile. His purpose for following him, which had been sitting in the back of his mind for the past month and a half suddenly hit him full-front.

He was so sick. He realized that he had followed, not only to save him, but to maybe have his way, his fantasy happen. He was so sick! Jealousy enveloped his chest as Naruto smiled happily, holding the man's hand. Shit! He put his face in his hands. Shit…!

That man, Iruka, was obviously a parental figure. God…! His intentions were pure. Sasuke began to hate him even more. Bitter emotions unraveled and swept around his body, entering his heart. His thoughts weren't pure at all.

`What have you done to me, Naruto?'

The next day, Naruto arrived with various bandages and black and blue marks around his body.

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If there was such a place as Shangri-La, would Sasuke be suffering now?

I apologize for this being so short. It just demanded to be ended at this point.