Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Love Fool ❯ Love and Luxury ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: DisturbedUsagi 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.13.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 255 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.13.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 255 | Status: Work In Progress
’s Notes: A lot of people will hate me for this, or be upset, or dislike what I’m doing. I’m only doing it because in my mind it portrays exactly how I feel about all of it. And btw, I use “---” as spacers to split different scenes, etc. First part is Sakura’s POV.
Disclaimer: This is the last time you’ll see this. I don’t own Naruto.
Love Fool
Chapter One; Love and Luxury
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I don’t know when or how the entire situation came to be. Wait. That’s a lie. I know exactly how it started; one single look. It may sound ridiculous, but male nin are a lot more talented at hooking a prey with a simple stare than female nin are--despite the many arguments I have gotten into with Ino about it, I’ve managed to hold that belief. Sure, guys can be visually enticed with a little hip waggle or if you’ve managed to dress yourself in a training outfit that was better left to the bedroom, but girls…hit girls with a look to make them think they’re the only person in the room and you’ve got a free pass to skip all the bullshit and head straight to the bedroom. To be perfectly honest I only thought one male in particular was capable of it--you know who I’m talking about ladies. He was mine, but apparently I had picked up one of the seven deadly sins during the timeline of our intimate relationship.
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The reason for the celebration everyone in the village was attending seemed to have slipped the girl’s mind as she nursed her third cup of sake down her throat. Her eyes were glued on a raven-haired boy, currently moving through the crowd with an annoyed expression as several younger kunoichi hounded him for attention. With a roll of her emerald gaze she turned her interest on a certain blonde, amazed to find her on Chouji’s arm instead of battling Temari for Shikamaru‘s. She didn’t know why she wasn‘t enjoying herself, apart from the fact her date was caught up in every other girl’s arms except hers. There had to be someone else here to take her mind off things.
Her eyes, now slightly glazed, scanned the room: Tsunade, Jiraiya, Gai, and Kakashi at a corner table, two of them more influenced then the opposite pair, then across the room a tipsy Lee riling up Kiba, Shino, and Akamaru, with an infuriated TenTen holding him back while Neji kept to himself…wait, Kiba and Shino, where was Hinata? She knew he wasn’t here, but she always came to be with her former teammates, unless…
An obnoxious voice was heard at the bar’s entrance and then a clatter of glass as drinks were fumbled to the floor in a rush to greet whoever decided to be fashionably late. Her head snapped in the direction of the commotion, noticing a familiar head of violet bobbing through the crowd.
“Someone must be popular.”
Sasuke snorted in attempt to make his annoyance more obvious than it already was and Sakura merely looked at him with mild interest.
“Jealous they have more fans than you?” She waved over another cup from the bartender, her need for more alcohol greater than her need of the boy next to her. His brows lowered from their normal brooding position.
“You’re acting very cute tonight. I’m sorry I wasn’t by your side earlier,” he hissed just as venomously as she had, ordering a drink immediately after Sakura’s fourth was set on the counter.
During the course of their relationship Sakura had eventually let her inner self float to the surface and now it had become impossible to hide anything from the Uchiha. Their relationship was painstakingly honest and for some reason it still worked.
“No need for apologies, I could see you had your hands full,” a smirk played on the corner of her lips as she crossed one leg over the other. Not even a second later his lips caught hers in a toe-curling kiss.
“You know whose bed I’ll be in tonight,” he whispered low against her parted lips, “so there is no need to get nasty…”
“Oiii, Yamato! I didn’t think you’d make it back in time for the party!” A very drunk Tsunade whistled at the tall brunette who had just broken through the crowd of people still surrounding the entrance. He smiled sheepishly as he neared their table, caught off guard when the blonde pulled him into the booth beside Jiraiya.
Her green eyes widened, “If Yamato is back then that means…”
Sasuke’s gaze was already back on the crowd at the door, his processing slightly faster than Sakura’s. A spiky head of gold rose above the other heads, obviously rising from a hug to one of the younger nin who had managed to sneak in. His gaze moved back and forth through the various smiles until cerulean met midnight in a fierce staring contest. The kunoichi’s eyes followed her partner’s until she sat as stunned as a rabbit cowering before a snake; the boy who completed their triangle had returned.
“Na--”
“I suddenly don’t feel well,” the Uchiha cut through his name viciously, keeping his eyes on the jinchuuriki while he spoke, “I’ll see you at home.”
The contest was over, Sasuke had forfeit and disappeared from Sakura’s side, rendering the girl speechless as she looked between where the sharingan user once stood and her former teammate. She watched him with wide, curious eyes. She watched him turn to look down at who she now knew to be Hinata, an awkward smirk at the corner of his lips while the expression she held could only be described as sincere bliss. How strange, she thought, that she can look the way I used to when I looked at Sasuke. Downing her fourth and last cup of sake she hopped off the barstool and began a slow saunter towards him…and then stumbled against a different male.
“Excuse me,” she said hotly, annoyed that someone had blocked her path.
“Not exactly a substitute for ‘hello’, but I suppose I’ll take it,” Yamato said from above her. When she met his gaze his smile as warm as she remembered.
“Yamato…sorry, I was just heading over to see--”
“Naruto, I know.” His smile wavered.
Sakura gave him a sideways stare, filled with skepticism, before stepping to move past him; he moved in front of her again. Her back teeth were ground with annoyance.
“Would you mind getting out of my way?” The kunoichi nearly growled.
“There’s something you need to know first, Sakura.”
“This better be--”
“You need to be careful around Naruto. His personality is slightly…skewed.” His expression was grim as he said these words, but the girl’s skepticism rose with her eyebrows.
“I think I know Naruto a lot better than the majority of the people in this room.”
“You haven’t been with him for the past few months, and even before that you and Sasuke have been--”
His words were falling on deaf ears. The moment her gaze drifted past him, sapphire eyes found hers and she was unable to look away. Beside him Hinata was laughing at something Kiba had said, oblivious to where Naruto’s attention had moved to. He was playing with her, with only a hint of a smile on his lips, pulling her in with just a look. Silently Sakura moved past her human blockade and navigated through the crowd as if in a daze, but found her destination was moving away from her, back towards the bar and far from the crowd’s scrutinizing eye. He left his hand open to hers, hanging in the archway of the liquor storage room and she took it without a second thought.
Pushed into darkness, the blonde was taken aback by the kunoichi’s sudden forwardness as she shoved him back against the shelves of various liquors. Her fingers tugged on his mussed spikes as their lips came together in a frenzy of hot kisses, their breaths coming out in animalistic pants. Uzumaki scooped her up by the ass, her thighs curved around his waist as he slammed her back against the opposite shelving. Their tongues rolled against each other, teeth tugging on lips and sucking them to the point of bruises. She could feel him against her, grinding on the only spot that mattered and when his mouth muffled her climatic cry she couldn‘t remember that last time she felt so good.
Minutes later he was back wandering through the crowd, just as composed as before his little adventure. Meanwhile Sakura disappeared through the back, her heart still aflutter from her overindulgence of pleasure as she ran down the back streets of the village to her home. With swollen lips and glazed eyes she crept through the apartment in hopes that he wouldn’t wake up. To her dismay found him sitting on the end of the bed, shirtless and looking pensive. His onyx gaze touched every inch of her body, reading it like a novel that was meant to be his alone. Sakura interpreted his stare with the paranoia that he already knew what she had done, her teeth tugging at the inside of her lip nervously. The kunoichi’s uneasiness began to fade as he spread his arms for her. When she reached him he buried his solemn face in her stomach before kissing his way up to her face; his hands felt cold against her skin.
Their familiar lovemaking was sweeter than she remembered it being. Maybe he was scared now that Naruto had finally come back after all those months of absence. Maybe in some alternate universe he would actually come out and say just what he was feeling during those tender moments. She would never be able to read his mind, or coax him into a confession of his love for her. All she knew was that while an Uchiha was desperately trying to love her, she was secretly wishing it was an Uzumaki instead.
So it began. All with just one look.
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A/N: I don’t have much to say. Please review? It’s only going to get worse.
Much love,
Usagi
Disclaimer: This is the last time you’ll see this. I don’t own Naruto.
Love Fool
Chapter One; Love and Luxury
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We set the wrong course and headed due northThat's where we went wrongWe were young and learning
Steady hearts hate turningThat's where we went wrong.
---Steady hearts hate turningThat's where we went wrong.
I don’t know when or how the entire situation came to be. Wait. That’s a lie. I know exactly how it started; one single look. It may sound ridiculous, but male nin are a lot more talented at hooking a prey with a simple stare than female nin are--despite the many arguments I have gotten into with Ino about it, I’ve managed to hold that belief. Sure, guys can be visually enticed with a little hip waggle or if you’ve managed to dress yourself in a training outfit that was better left to the bedroom, but girls…hit girls with a look to make them think they’re the only person in the room and you’ve got a free pass to skip all the bullshit and head straight to the bedroom. To be perfectly honest I only thought one male in particular was capable of it--you know who I’m talking about ladies. He was mine, but apparently I had picked up one of the seven deadly sins during the timeline of our intimate relationship.
---
The reason for the celebration everyone in the village was attending seemed to have slipped the girl’s mind as she nursed her third cup of sake down her throat. Her eyes were glued on a raven-haired boy, currently moving through the crowd with an annoyed expression as several younger kunoichi hounded him for attention. With a roll of her emerald gaze she turned her interest on a certain blonde, amazed to find her on Chouji’s arm instead of battling Temari for Shikamaru‘s. She didn’t know why she wasn‘t enjoying herself, apart from the fact her date was caught up in every other girl’s arms except hers. There had to be someone else here to take her mind off things.
Her eyes, now slightly glazed, scanned the room: Tsunade, Jiraiya, Gai, and Kakashi at a corner table, two of them more influenced then the opposite pair, then across the room a tipsy Lee riling up Kiba, Shino, and Akamaru, with an infuriated TenTen holding him back while Neji kept to himself…wait, Kiba and Shino, where was Hinata? She knew he wasn’t here, but she always came to be with her former teammates, unless…
An obnoxious voice was heard at the bar’s entrance and then a clatter of glass as drinks were fumbled to the floor in a rush to greet whoever decided to be fashionably late. Her head snapped in the direction of the commotion, noticing a familiar head of violet bobbing through the crowd.
“Someone must be popular.”
Sasuke snorted in attempt to make his annoyance more obvious than it already was and Sakura merely looked at him with mild interest.
“Jealous they have more fans than you?” She waved over another cup from the bartender, her need for more alcohol greater than her need of the boy next to her. His brows lowered from their normal brooding position.
“You’re acting very cute tonight. I’m sorry I wasn’t by your side earlier,” he hissed just as venomously as she had, ordering a drink immediately after Sakura’s fourth was set on the counter.
During the course of their relationship Sakura had eventually let her inner self float to the surface and now it had become impossible to hide anything from the Uchiha. Their relationship was painstakingly honest and for some reason it still worked.
“No need for apologies, I could see you had your hands full,” a smirk played on the corner of her lips as she crossed one leg over the other. Not even a second later his lips caught hers in a toe-curling kiss.
“You know whose bed I’ll be in tonight,” he whispered low against her parted lips, “so there is no need to get nasty…”
“Oiii, Yamato! I didn’t think you’d make it back in time for the party!” A very drunk Tsunade whistled at the tall brunette who had just broken through the crowd of people still surrounding the entrance. He smiled sheepishly as he neared their table, caught off guard when the blonde pulled him into the booth beside Jiraiya.
Her green eyes widened, “If Yamato is back then that means…”
Sasuke’s gaze was already back on the crowd at the door, his processing slightly faster than Sakura’s. A spiky head of gold rose above the other heads, obviously rising from a hug to one of the younger nin who had managed to sneak in. His gaze moved back and forth through the various smiles until cerulean met midnight in a fierce staring contest. The kunoichi’s eyes followed her partner’s until she sat as stunned as a rabbit cowering before a snake; the boy who completed their triangle had returned.
“Na--”
“I suddenly don’t feel well,” the Uchiha cut through his name viciously, keeping his eyes on the jinchuuriki while he spoke, “I’ll see you at home.”
The contest was over, Sasuke had forfeit and disappeared from Sakura’s side, rendering the girl speechless as she looked between where the sharingan user once stood and her former teammate. She watched him with wide, curious eyes. She watched him turn to look down at who she now knew to be Hinata, an awkward smirk at the corner of his lips while the expression she held could only be described as sincere bliss. How strange, she thought, that she can look the way I used to when I looked at Sasuke. Downing her fourth and last cup of sake she hopped off the barstool and began a slow saunter towards him…and then stumbled against a different male.
“Excuse me,” she said hotly, annoyed that someone had blocked her path.
“Not exactly a substitute for ‘hello’, but I suppose I’ll take it,” Yamato said from above her. When she met his gaze his smile as warm as she remembered.
“Yamato…sorry, I was just heading over to see--”
“Naruto, I know.” His smile wavered.
Sakura gave him a sideways stare, filled with skepticism, before stepping to move past him; he moved in front of her again. Her back teeth were ground with annoyance.
“Would you mind getting out of my way?” The kunoichi nearly growled.
“There’s something you need to know first, Sakura.”
“This better be--”
“You need to be careful around Naruto. His personality is slightly…skewed.” His expression was grim as he said these words, but the girl’s skepticism rose with her eyebrows.
“I think I know Naruto a lot better than the majority of the people in this room.”
“You haven’t been with him for the past few months, and even before that you and Sasuke have been--”
His words were falling on deaf ears. The moment her gaze drifted past him, sapphire eyes found hers and she was unable to look away. Beside him Hinata was laughing at something Kiba had said, oblivious to where Naruto’s attention had moved to. He was playing with her, with only a hint of a smile on his lips, pulling her in with just a look. Silently Sakura moved past her human blockade and navigated through the crowd as if in a daze, but found her destination was moving away from her, back towards the bar and far from the crowd’s scrutinizing eye. He left his hand open to hers, hanging in the archway of the liquor storage room and she took it without a second thought.
Pushed into darkness, the blonde was taken aback by the kunoichi’s sudden forwardness as she shoved him back against the shelves of various liquors. Her fingers tugged on his mussed spikes as their lips came together in a frenzy of hot kisses, their breaths coming out in animalistic pants. Uzumaki scooped her up by the ass, her thighs curved around his waist as he slammed her back against the opposite shelving. Their tongues rolled against each other, teeth tugging on lips and sucking them to the point of bruises. She could feel him against her, grinding on the only spot that mattered and when his mouth muffled her climatic cry she couldn‘t remember that last time she felt so good.
Minutes later he was back wandering through the crowd, just as composed as before his little adventure. Meanwhile Sakura disappeared through the back, her heart still aflutter from her overindulgence of pleasure as she ran down the back streets of the village to her home. With swollen lips and glazed eyes she crept through the apartment in hopes that he wouldn’t wake up. To her dismay found him sitting on the end of the bed, shirtless and looking pensive. His onyx gaze touched every inch of her body, reading it like a novel that was meant to be his alone. Sakura interpreted his stare with the paranoia that he already knew what she had done, her teeth tugging at the inside of her lip nervously. The kunoichi’s uneasiness began to fade as he spread his arms for her. When she reached him he buried his solemn face in her stomach before kissing his way up to her face; his hands felt cold against her skin.
Their familiar lovemaking was sweeter than she remembered it being. Maybe he was scared now that Naruto had finally come back after all those months of absence. Maybe in some alternate universe he would actually come out and say just what he was feeling during those tender moments. She would never be able to read his mind, or coax him into a confession of his love for her. All she knew was that while an Uchiha was desperately trying to love her, she was secretly wishing it was an Uzumaki instead.
So it began. All with just one look.
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A/N: I don’t have much to say. Please review? It’s only going to get worse.
Much love,
Usagi