Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Make 'Em British ❯ Adjusting ( Chapter 1 )

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

Title: Make 'Em British (1st in the World-Wide Ninja Series)

Author: PrettyKitty93

Warnings: Bad Language, Over-Abundance of Sex in the later chapters, implied Master/slave stuff, Yaoi, & implied yuri.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Naruto series or any of the characters, they are the property of Masashi Kishimoto. This is just for fun, I do not make any money from this fic.

Author's Notes: Hey, I just wanted to take the time to say that this is the first time I've ever really posted any yaoi Naruto fan-fics on the web and I appreciate any comments on it. This story just started out as something I write at like one in the morning when I'm bored, so I decided to share and see if people like it or not. Since it really doesn't take place in Konoha, it could be considered AU I suppose... Well enjoy!

“I really don’t want to leave you, alright? You don’t have to look so pissed at me,”

“I’m not mad, I’m just… Naruto, I think maybe we should just end this now, before it hurts anymore that it should,”

“You mean, break up?”

“Long-distance relationships never work,”

“But some-”

“Would you really want to stay like that?”

“…No, it’s not right. But Sasuke, I just don’t want to leave you like this…”

+++

“Love, time to wake up or you’ll be late for school…again,” spoke the young female servant named Saffron. It seemed like every day since Naruto moved here, the sky blue-haired maid was always waking the boy up.

The blond finally sat up, his blue eyes opening slightly.

“Do you want me to open the curtains so you can get a little light in here? Your room is so cold and dreary,” she asked, walking over to the huge window that consumed most of the room’s west wall. There were maroon curtains closed on the window, preventing any sunlight from getting in.

“No, they’re just fine, I’m not really a morning person,” Naruto responded, trying to untangle his limbs from the mass of sheets and comforters on his bed. There were way too many, at home he only had used one or two when it was really cold. Plus, his bed was a king size, way bigger than what he was used to. He felt bad that this servant of his sister’s had to clean up all his messes, but like clockwork when he’s home from school, his bed is made up again.

“As long as you promise not to go back to sleep, I’ll leave. Oh, and I drew your bath for you too. If you hurry up, you might even get breakfast this morning!” the cheerful young woman announced, before making her leave. “Bye love!”

Naruto shook his head, thinking about her strong British accent, and the way she always calls him ‘love’, or Master Naruto when she’s feeling proper. He really didn’t think he deserved the title of master though, what did he ever do that was important? The only thing he did was being born by parents that apparently happened upon a lot of money, and that he couldn’t help anyways. It just happened.




Him being here… it just happened. Too much happened in his opinion. He couldn’t get over the way things were here, the way they speak to each other is completely opposite than in Konoha. Well for one, it was normal. He addressed everyone as -chan, -san, or -kun without thinking twice, and it really isn’t a habit he could just quit. His classmates gave him odd looks when he’d address them as such, or even call his teachers ‘sensei’. His best friends were his best friends, while their best friends are their ‘mates’. They ride buses and trains, while in Konoha you just walked if you needed to get around town. In Konoha, they just wore regular clothes to school, while here they wore stuffy maroon uniforms. His old house was too small, now his new house was too big. Hell, his room here is as big as his old apartment, not to mention he has his own wing, complete with a huge private bathroom. It was just too much.

Nami Uzumaki, Naruto’s sister that was nearly twenty, was watching from afar as her baby brother sat at the breakfast table alone, not really touching his food.

“Was he dreaming about him again?” the blonde elder sister asked Saffron, her right hand girl.

“Yes, he was. When I went to wake him up, he was talking in his sleep, something like ‘I don’t want it to end like this Sasuke.’ But honestly hon, do you really expect him to get over his love so quick? He’s only lived here a month,” Saffron explained, looking sympathetic for the boy.

“He’s having a really hard time adjusting, and I want this to be as painless as possible for my brother. I was almost considering hacking into his e-mail account and blocking every e-mail he gets from Sasuke,”

“No Nami, don’t do that. Let him keep his e-mails and his phone calls too, it’s the only piece of his old home he has left,”

“But if he keeps talking to him-”

“Things’ll fall into place soon enough. Eventually he might make new friends and spend more time with them instead, and probably spend less time in here corresponding with his old friends. Now I’m not saying he’s going to ditch them completely, but once he gets on his own two feet he won’t need them so much,”

“Thanks Saffron,” Nami responded.

“No problem. But, I’m not going to do all your dirty spying on him forever, he’s entitled to his own secrets too,” the maid giggled. “Now, I’m going to go see what’s taking my brother so long.”

Saffron’s brother, Edward, was the same age as Naruto with his older sister’s blue hair. The boy is supposed to be Naruto’s personal assistant, although Naruto doesn’t like the arrangement, he feels like he’s enslaving him. Plus, he doesn’t even know why he’d need a personal assistant.

The boys always walk to school together, taking the train along the way, but if either one of them was late -which was often, since they’re both not morning people- they could miss the train that’ll get them to school on time.

“I’ve found your mate, love!” Saffron exclaimed, pulling her brother downstairs to where Naruto was standing by the front door.

“So you finally decided to show, huh?” Naruto teased, finding a slight sense of humor in him this morning.

Edward just shook his head and picked up his backpack. “I think we might be right on schedule if we leave now.”

It seemed as though Edward sometimes was, and sometimes wasn’t, interested in getting along with Naruto.

+++

When Naruto arrived at school, him and Edward went their separate ways. He went over to the benches that were beside the school building, where his friend Jacob was sitting. So far, this is the only good friend he had in London, and he wasn’t even in the same grade as him.

Jacob was a boy of about average height with light brown hair and green-hazel eyes. As far as British accents went, he considered Jacob’s the nicest, since it wasn’t strong like Saffron’s or practically non-existant like Edward’s. He was sixteen-going-on-seventeen, meaning he was only a junior now unlike Naruto who’s a senior. This boy was like Naruto’s ray of sunshine, although Naruto could recall when he used to be his friends’ ray of sunshine, but now he’s nothing but a dim bulb.

“Ohayo… ohayo… uh, good-morning Naruto-kun!” the younger boy greeted. He had tried to learn more Japanese for Naruto, but he couldn’t seem to retain much more than the honorifics. “Or should I use sempai?”

“It’s alright, kun is good,” Naruto insisted.

“Do any of your teachers let you call them sensei?” Jacob questioned.

“Of course not. In fact, Mrs. Cormac told me that if I’m going to live here, I might as well give up on silly things like that and act normal,” Naruto explained.

“Well what is normal anyway, right?” Jacob replied, looking enthusiastic as usual.

“Sometimes, I don’t even know anymore. I mean, I thought how I lived was normal up until now, living in a small apartment, not having to dress in certain clothes for school, walking everywhere I go,”

“I couldn’t imagine walking everywhere! It would take forever to go from one end of the city to another on foot,”

“Konoha was a lot smaller than here,”

“I’d bet! Boy, I wish I could see what your town was like, it’d be something amazing compared to here,”

“You don’t like London?”

“I love it, it just gets boring sometimes living in the same old place. If you ever go back to visit, promise you’ll take me too?”

“Of course I’ll take you too,” Naruto agreed, watching his younger companion’s face light up. “I think we should get to our classes though, the bell’s about to ring soon.”

Jacob immediately got up, before bidding Naruto good-bye and running off in the opposite direction, since it took him a little longer to get to his first class than Naruto.




“Edward, you’re staring at him again,”

The blue-haired boy broke his gaze from the object of his desires and cleaned off his glasses with his shirt.

“Don’t try and play it off Ed, you stare at him practically everyday, I notice. Why? Because it’s slightly creepy,” said best friend of Edward, Jonathan.

Edward just gave his friend a look before going back to his work that was on the computer screen. They were in a technology class, and the arrangement of the seats gave Edward the key position to gaze upon his blond.

“You guys live in the same house for God’s sake! Just take him already!”

“Excuse me- take him?”

“You heard me Eddy, his body’s calling you. He wants you, he doesn’t know it yet, but his want for you actually defies that. He needs you,”

“You’re being ridiculous. He has -well, had- a boyfriend in his old town, and he’s still pretty hung up over him. They talk practically everyday,”

“So? They broke up right? That means that he’s probably pretty emotional and stuff over it. See, I have an idea that I’ve seen work with plenty of girls, so it might work with your man-crush too. All you gotta do is comfort him. In his ‘time-of-need’ all he wants is someone to cuddle him and shit and tell him he’s right about everything. Then, once he’s gotten over the guy, he’s all cuddly with you, and at that point you two can take it to the next level.”

“That’s actually a pretty good idea, I’m impressed,”

“But whatever you do, just don’t act too friendly or the whole thing is ruined,”

There was a loud smacking on the teacher’s desk with a wooden ruler, and the boys noticed the teacher was looking straight at them.

To Be Continued