Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Never Willing ❯ The shadow steps into the light – Part III ( Chapter 8 )

8. The shadow steps into the light - Part III

 

 

“Naruto-kun”

 

The almost silky voice woke Naruto from his thoughts. He responded a bit reluctantly.

 

“Hai, Itachi-sensei?”

 

“Your detention shall be organizing the books on their respective shelves. Understood?”

 

He somewhat sounded amused. An amused Itachi was not good…

 

Naruto felt all his usual happiness escape from him like a hyperactive hamster would from your hand. His eyes turned, trying to generally count how much books were there… books… those hateful never ending books which seemed to mock Naruto, standing there on the bookshelves in hundreds rows All of them had old covers with its titles scripted elegantly.

Naruto was amazed by how many old books were there. In all his life, he hadn't read even 5 of them and more then half he didn't heard about them. Considering that Naruto loved reading because it made him feel `unplugged' from the world and his problems, considering that Naruto had more books then clothes (and believe me, they were not few), this library was something else and Naruto loved it.

`I have to start reading these ones!' He thought. After all, Naruto loved myths and ancient history, so this detention didn't seem too bad. Actually, it wasn't bad at all!

 

“You shall start with the sector A. After you finish, you shall move to sector B, and so on, and so forth. Any questions?”

 

Once again, Naruto was brought back to the present by Itachi. Naruto glimpsed at sector A. There laid the most ancient books. Naruto mentally cheered.

 

Itachi, not noticing any objections from Naruto, he finished ordering Naruto around. He founded something new that he didn't knew about himself: he loved bossing Naruto around as he dutifully complied.

 

“As for final, you can start.”

 

Naruto almost hopped the way to sector A. This was not detention for him as he had a chance to inspect the titles of the books and maybe give a sneak-peak to the most interesting. Even if they were dusty and needed to be carefully managed.

 

Itachi sat down on a comfy sofa, his eyes not leaving Naruto's back as he watched in amusement as Naruto climbed on the small stairs so that he could reach the upper shelves. Naruto stretched to fetch a book where, Itachi presumed, it was on the wrong place. As Naruto stretched in reach for the dusty book, Itachi had a wonderful view of Naruto's navel and flat tummy. Naruto's skin was slightly tanned, making him look much more desirable as his golden hair complemented with it. Naruto really was breathtaking. That's what he concluded when he saw him for the first time.

Itachi stood there thinking for the most of the time, as Naruto organized some books in their place, on different ways as to how ravish his little kitsune. When Itachi felt the bulge in his pants, he mentally cursed as how Naruto made him feel weak by giving him such reactions. Decided to make the bulge vanish away, Itachi grabbed his paper-works and started scanning them in search for mistakes.

 

On the other side, Naruto had finished the first shelf out of 15. Sector A was a big badass. Yet, Naruto found so many books that he didn't knew, and that made him happy: he now was more determinate to come here every time he had a chance to read them all.

As he was organizing some books, a title written in gold on a red cover attracted Naruto's attention. He grabbed the book and read the title: `Kyuubi no Kitsune'.

`Well, how lucky I am! This will help me on my history's homework!'

His homework was to write about the one-tailed beast, Shukaku of the Sand, yet, Itachi mentioned earlier in the class that Shukaku and Kyuubi had had a strong connection between them. Therefore, if Kyuubi was mentioned in a book, then Shukaku was going to be definitely there!

He glanced at his teacher to see if he was watching him, and as he wasn't, Naruto grabbed the book and quickly putted it in his bag. He wasn't going to rob it, he was simply borrowing it, yet the difference was that no one knew. Naruto went back to work.

 

Itachi mentally sneered. If Naruto thought that he didn't saw him `borrowing' the book, he was wrong. Itachi's eyes were very precise. One of his best's weapons.

He noticed that Naruto was truly fascinated by Kyuubi. Why was that? Oh well, Naruto's whiskers made him look like a petite fox, maybe it was because of that.

As he previously watched Naruto maneuvering himself between piles of books, he saw how his eyes dreamed every time he read a title and how he delicately stored the book in its right place.

He couldn't take it anymore as he saw Naruto's blue-sky eyes lit up as his eyes scanned the book while hurriedly flipping pages of the book he was holding. He looked like a kid in a candy store. His aura irradiated innocence, and Itachi never saw such thing at this age. At age of 17, most of the male adolescents lose everything pure about them: language (true ^^), virginity, dreams, etc.

Yet, Naruto looked so kind, fragile and oblivious, just as a 12 years old kid, when he was among people. Here, he seemed a completely different person: between all the books, he looked wise, still kind and fragile, perceptive, experienced in hardships, strong and in pain at the same time.

It was then that it occurred to him: Naruto was wearing a mask as he was too. Naruto's was good as his. He could tell Naruto knew the pain of loss, of being ignored and poorly treated, the pain of the world upon his shoulders and the pain of not knowing love but at the same time desiring it.

Itachi just couldn't keep himself sitting there, doing nothing as he knew about Naruto's mask and pain. He just couldn't see Naruto crumbling and in the near future turning into himself: anti-social and an automatic robot which did everything that he was told flawlessly.

However, maybe Naruto wouldn't turn into him, because seeing him socializing with others, he could tell Naruto was stronger than him. He faced his fears, fears as being shoved away or despised because he was different in all ways, as Itachi merely ignored them by being anti-social, only talking to Sasuke, his otouto, and even with him, he did not show more emotions then a smirk or a sneer.

No, Itachi just couldn't take any longer. Naruto's lips formed a small pout as he reluctantly closed the book and organized it on its place.

 

Naruto didn't liked the sad ending the book had, so he decided that this book wasn't as good as he thought it would be. It was a fairy tale, based on daily life of a princess and a common boy. In the end the common boy was murdered because he loved the princess and as the princess returned his feelings and having an affair affected the kingdom, the king ordered the execution of the peasant.

Naruto didn't thought that life was easy neither that it always had happy endings, as the harsh life was 10 times bitter for Naruto, he just didn't liked books where there were sad endings. The books were his world where he would create his fantasy of everything-is-fine, which upon until now, maybe being the only thing that relieved Naruto of the weight in his heart from pain, and reading a sad book wasn't the best feeling for him.

Again deep in his thoughts, he missed his teacher standing up and walking sensually towards him…

 

Again mentioned, Itachi just couldn't take it anymore. Naruto looked so `edible' and appealing as he pouted those full pink lips.

He walked forwards, not calculating his steps, his mind trying to decipher how good would be to kiss those lips, to touch Naruto's skin and feel him squirm underneath him.

He ignored the student-teacher strict relationship; he ignored the small age difference (4 years); he ignored if the boy was willing or not. He simply wanted to ravish him and mark him as his. He had been watching him in the shadows, and it simply amused and intrigued him how fragile and strong at the same time Naruto could be. He wanted to take possession of that power; he wanted to take his innocence just for himself. Oh, just the possibilities of the things he could do with and to Naruto.

 

Finally, he was near the boy, which was looking at him with a questioning look.

 

Naruto was mildly confused. What business had his teacher with him? Did he did something wrong?

At the same time, Naruto was mentally blushing at seeing how manly and delicate his teacher was. He stood up not leaving the eyes contact.

What Naruto wasn't expecting, not even dreaming, was his teacher grabbing him by the wrists and pinning him to the wall next to the bookshelves. He wasn't expecting to feel aroused by his teacher pinning his wrist above his head. He wasn't supposed to blush and feel hot as he saw his teachers frame from this close. He wasn't even supposed to want to be taken by his teacher (underline the `teacher' word). No, he wasn't supposed… That's why he wanted to enter in the world of books where everything was possible…