Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Ridding Me of You ❯ Chapter 6: Trying NOT to Obsess Over You (part 2) ( Chapter 6 )
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By: boyarina 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.19.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 446 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.19.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 446 | Status: Work In Progress
Author's Notes:
Just got back from swimming and i am about to finish this donut here...give me a second....ahhh...there...--licking fingers---...i love strawberry filled donuts....no this is not because i am in a naruxsaku funk...cause you know strawberries are usually associated with pink…just love then soooo....muchhh....
DISCLAIMER:
Until you're ready to look foolish, you'll never have the possibility of being great. I got this from a belief.net email that was sent to me. This was said cher by the way. Anyways, I am willing to look foolish now. I am the great great great Naruto Mascot! Do you think I am great now or what?
I guess not. I do not own Naruto.
I repeat. I do not own Naruto.
Ridding Me of You
by Boyarina
Chapter 6: Trying NOT to Obsess Over You (part 2)
She should NOT have pushed him too hard. Unfortunately, she have realized it just now, when everything is over and done it. She always does this. Why is it that whenever she’s doing something and Naruto is around, her mind quits thinking and chucks logic out the window?
Why?!
Okay, she maybe enjoying too much the feel of his sub-scapular muscles on her hand that she had failed to calculate the distance from their location in the forest to the stream itself. So preoccupied had she been in messaging (a crime that she would guiltily admit only to herself) the muscles there in small concentric circles and in putting enough pressure in her push so counteract the resistance of Naruto’s legs, plus, the friction of the ground that when they reached the brink of the stream, she continued pushing him still, unmindful even of Naruto’s “stop!”
Now, just so that you know, all the events that cascaded from this one silly mistake are point in Sakura’s life that she never EVER, ever, ever, EVER, ever forget.
At the edge of the bank, Naruto tripped due to the violent shove she had given him causing him to fly over the bank’s rim. As he was in the process of falling, he managed to grab hold of the appendage she used to shove him with, and consequently took her with him. It only took them about probably five seconds to reach the water–a second too soon before her body reacted to the fact that she has been taken along in the ride.
“Argh!” Sakura spluttered in a much undignified manner, coming out of the water for some precious oxygen. Beside her, Naruto is pretty much the same–nearly soaked to the skin, hair plastered to some various spots on his head, gasping for air like it’s the next best thing God created for him to consume.
Well, in fact she is right there, merely centimeters away from him, perfectly wanting to be consummated. Can’t he feel it?!
“Oh jeeze! Gomen, Sakura-chan!” Naruto hastily scooped her out of the water, and gently deposited her to the pebbled shoreline of the stream. He came out of the water a moment later and dropped next to her side.
“Sorry about that. Are you hurt?” he asked worriedly, peeling his orange jacket off.
“I am wet,” she replied, picking at her water laden dress. Discarding that, her hand threaded its way through her pink strands as she watched with growing fascination as after Naruto completely had gotten rid of his jacket, he proceeded on taking off his shirt as well.
What he did next not only stupefied her, but also almost had her convinced that she suddenly died of heart attack and was granted immediate entrance to heaven.
Naruto reached across him and grabbed hold of her wrists–with two hands at first, then transferred together in one firm (but not painful) grip of his left hand. In that one swift motion, he stilled her sense of time and space, subjecting her to yet the most mind-numbing Naruto-fantasy she ever had.
“Gotta get you out of those wet things,” he murmured, as he bunched one end of her dress using his right hand and continued in raising it above her head. Since dress is quite loose on her, it slipped easily out of her torso, her head and out of her tingling wrists.
Naruto quickly wrung her dress, then, draped it on the ground (probably so that it would dry quickly). He looked from one side of him to the other, and upon finding what he is searching for (his shirt apparently), he held it up and folded it in a way that the driest side would be on top. Using this, without even asking her permission if it’s okay to do so, he began wiping her off.
“Sasuke-kun, Naruto-baka is molesting me!” she yelled in her most pathetic-fan girl voice when she realized the Uchiha has been staring at them all this time. He has that knowing grin which she sometimes catches him wearing whenever he finds them in a situation that is similar to what they are in right now.
He knows nothing, I tell you! Nothing!
Naruto merely snorted at her accusation, focusing only in his ministration and obviously not wanting to share his opinion at the matter brought up. This she would have to change.
Sakura snatched the shirt he is holding and glared daggers at him when he looked at her in askance.
“You took my top off!” And you did it so well too!
Naruto blinked, then shrugged. “It was wet, like you said.” If not for the blush covering his face like a plush carpet, she would have thought he cared naught for what he did and what he said.
She let one lone eyebrow to rise up so Naruto would know she is not quite pleased with his answer. “Well, now you could see my breasts! I am practically naked here, mister!”
Naruto blushed all the more (Sakura’s pretty sure that her face is blushing with as much vigor as his as well), but it doesn’t seem like he is about to crack yet.
“Considering that I know sexy no jutsu, it’s not like I haven’t seen what you’ve got there, Sakura-chan.” He said, mischief glinting off his eyes. “Do you want me to change into a girl?”
“Pffffft! It’s not like yours is the real thing!” she mocked, then without even thinking what she her actions would lead to, she seized his wrist and placed his palm on top her right breast. “Here! Now that’s what a real breast feels and looks like!”
Sakura heard a crack of laughter in the sidelines before the world ceased to exist for her. The only thing she could see, hear, smell, taste, and, best of all, FEEL right now is Naruto’s very warm, very comforting hand cupping her breast.
God, he feels so good, it’s taking everything of hers so she would not moan.
“Aa,” Naruto said in a strangled voice, snapping her back to reality. His fingers twitched, squeezing and pressing in on her nipple without meaning to do so. From the looks of it, he seems to be torn in staying put and getting his hand back. Sakura gave him no choice in the matter because, taking everything in consideration, since she was still holding on to his hand, he would not have the liberty to retract his limb back on his own accord.
“Sakura, you’re worse than Kakashi,” Sasuke commented, getting her attention to zero in on him. He should never had spoken in the first place and should have been contented as a mere by-stander, but now since he had volunteered to be a victim, Sakura is getting dibs for his DRY, WARM shirt.
“I need Sasuke-kun’s shirt, Naruto,” she said in a dead-panned tone to the equally zombie-like Naruto.
“There’s a problem with that,” Naruto replied back in (you guessed it) the same monotonous tone. “I can’t seem to get my hand back.”
“I’m holding it,” she said truthfully, then immediately release Naruto’s wrist. Much to her surprise, his stand stayed where it’s exactly at.
“I think it’s stuck,” Naruto, this time, explained.
“I’m gonna saw it off if you don’t remove it now,” she threatened, trying to get her footing back to the attitude she hides in so Naruto would not see her completely exposed.
“It’s real soft,” Naruto confessed softly. At the very moment, Sakura have decided that she would put on her cover attitude later, when everything doesn’t seem as though it’s turned upside down.
“I know. Thanks. Do you think it’s better if we both just get Sasuke’s shirt?” she offered graciously for once. Seeing that Naruto’s eye is still glazed over, she would forgive him this time.
Plus, she likes where his hand is at the moment. If he insists on keeping it there…who is she to complain?
“Let’s get him,” Naruto said as he moved behind her, never taking his hand off her breast. With their positions secured and stances at a ready, she rubbed her nose cockily.
“Charge,” she whispered, chuckling a little bit manically.
Comments:
Hi! This section is for josh, my aff reviewer, thanks for all the insightful reviews. Yes I will work on all in time so the transitioning of the scenes are not as fast as they are right now. I hope you like this one for ridding me of you. I will post another chapter for all in time today or tom.
"We are in training to be nobody special."
I had often repeated this to myself, working against my need for achievement and recognition, and the discontent that could engender. Saying the words in my mind, I felt how they redirected me from a certain seductive struggle and excitement and disease, into a more stable focus: forget what others think of you, forget the future goal of achievement; arrive instead in this body/mind, attending to this present moment. This isthe whole of practice.
Just got back from swimming and i am about to finish this donut here...give me a second....ahhh...there...--licking fingers---...i love strawberry filled donuts....no this is not because i am in a naruxsaku funk...cause you know strawberries are usually associated with pink…just love then soooo....muchhh....
DISCLAIMER:
Until you're ready to look foolish, you'll never have the possibility of being great. I got this from a belief.net email that was sent to me. This was said cher by the way. Anyways, I am willing to look foolish now. I am the great great great Naruto Mascot! Do you think I am great now or what?
I guess not. I do not own Naruto.
I repeat. I do not own Naruto.
Ridding Me of You
by Boyarina
Chapter 6: Trying NOT to Obsess Over You (part 2)
She should NOT have pushed him too hard. Unfortunately, she have realized it just now, when everything is over and done it. She always does this. Why is it that whenever she’s doing something and Naruto is around, her mind quits thinking and chucks logic out the window?
Why?!
Okay, she maybe enjoying too much the feel of his sub-scapular muscles on her hand that she had failed to calculate the distance from their location in the forest to the stream itself. So preoccupied had she been in messaging (a crime that she would guiltily admit only to herself) the muscles there in small concentric circles and in putting enough pressure in her push so counteract the resistance of Naruto’s legs, plus, the friction of the ground that when they reached the brink of the stream, she continued pushing him still, unmindful even of Naruto’s “stop!”
Now, just so that you know, all the events that cascaded from this one silly mistake are point in Sakura’s life that she never EVER, ever, ever, EVER, ever forget.
At the edge of the bank, Naruto tripped due to the violent shove she had given him causing him to fly over the bank’s rim. As he was in the process of falling, he managed to grab hold of the appendage she used to shove him with, and consequently took her with him. It only took them about probably five seconds to reach the water–a second too soon before her body reacted to the fact that she has been taken along in the ride.
“Argh!” Sakura spluttered in a much undignified manner, coming out of the water for some precious oxygen. Beside her, Naruto is pretty much the same–nearly soaked to the skin, hair plastered to some various spots on his head, gasping for air like it’s the next best thing God created for him to consume.
Well, in fact she is right there, merely centimeters away from him, perfectly wanting to be consummated. Can’t he feel it?!
“Oh jeeze! Gomen, Sakura-chan!” Naruto hastily scooped her out of the water, and gently deposited her to the pebbled shoreline of the stream. He came out of the water a moment later and dropped next to her side.
“Sorry about that. Are you hurt?” he asked worriedly, peeling his orange jacket off.
“I am wet,” she replied, picking at her water laden dress. Discarding that, her hand threaded its way through her pink strands as she watched with growing fascination as after Naruto completely had gotten rid of his jacket, he proceeded on taking off his shirt as well.
What he did next not only stupefied her, but also almost had her convinced that she suddenly died of heart attack and was granted immediate entrance to heaven.
Naruto reached across him and grabbed hold of her wrists–with two hands at first, then transferred together in one firm (but not painful) grip of his left hand. In that one swift motion, he stilled her sense of time and space, subjecting her to yet the most mind-numbing Naruto-fantasy she ever had.
“Gotta get you out of those wet things,” he murmured, as he bunched one end of her dress using his right hand and continued in raising it above her head. Since dress is quite loose on her, it slipped easily out of her torso, her head and out of her tingling wrists.
Naruto quickly wrung her dress, then, draped it on the ground (probably so that it would dry quickly). He looked from one side of him to the other, and upon finding what he is searching for (his shirt apparently), he held it up and folded it in a way that the driest side would be on top. Using this, without even asking her permission if it’s okay to do so, he began wiping her off.
“Sasuke-kun, Naruto-baka is molesting me!” she yelled in her most pathetic-fan girl voice when she realized the Uchiha has been staring at them all this time. He has that knowing grin which she sometimes catches him wearing whenever he finds them in a situation that is similar to what they are in right now.
He knows nothing, I tell you! Nothing!
Naruto merely snorted at her accusation, focusing only in his ministration and obviously not wanting to share his opinion at the matter brought up. This she would have to change.
Sakura snatched the shirt he is holding and glared daggers at him when he looked at her in askance.
“You took my top off!” And you did it so well too!
Naruto blinked, then shrugged. “It was wet, like you said.” If not for the blush covering his face like a plush carpet, she would have thought he cared naught for what he did and what he said.
She let one lone eyebrow to rise up so Naruto would know she is not quite pleased with his answer. “Well, now you could see my breasts! I am practically naked here, mister!”
Naruto blushed all the more (Sakura’s pretty sure that her face is blushing with as much vigor as his as well), but it doesn’t seem like he is about to crack yet.
“Considering that I know sexy no jutsu, it’s not like I haven’t seen what you’ve got there, Sakura-chan.” He said, mischief glinting off his eyes. “Do you want me to change into a girl?”
“Pffffft! It’s not like yours is the real thing!” she mocked, then without even thinking what she her actions would lead to, she seized his wrist and placed his palm on top her right breast. “Here! Now that’s what a real breast feels and looks like!”
Sakura heard a crack of laughter in the sidelines before the world ceased to exist for her. The only thing she could see, hear, smell, taste, and, best of all, FEEL right now is Naruto’s very warm, very comforting hand cupping her breast.
God, he feels so good, it’s taking everything of hers so she would not moan.
“Aa,” Naruto said in a strangled voice, snapping her back to reality. His fingers twitched, squeezing and pressing in on her nipple without meaning to do so. From the looks of it, he seems to be torn in staying put and getting his hand back. Sakura gave him no choice in the matter because, taking everything in consideration, since she was still holding on to his hand, he would not have the liberty to retract his limb back on his own accord.
“Sakura, you’re worse than Kakashi,” Sasuke commented, getting her attention to zero in on him. He should never had spoken in the first place and should have been contented as a mere by-stander, but now since he had volunteered to be a victim, Sakura is getting dibs for his DRY, WARM shirt.
“I need Sasuke-kun’s shirt, Naruto,” she said in a dead-panned tone to the equally zombie-like Naruto.
“There’s a problem with that,” Naruto replied back in (you guessed it) the same monotonous tone. “I can’t seem to get my hand back.”
“I’m holding it,” she said truthfully, then immediately release Naruto’s wrist. Much to her surprise, his stand stayed where it’s exactly at.
“I think it’s stuck,” Naruto, this time, explained.
“I’m gonna saw it off if you don’t remove it now,” she threatened, trying to get her footing back to the attitude she hides in so Naruto would not see her completely exposed.
“It’s real soft,” Naruto confessed softly. At the very moment, Sakura have decided that she would put on her cover attitude later, when everything doesn’t seem as though it’s turned upside down.
“I know. Thanks. Do you think it’s better if we both just get Sasuke’s shirt?” she offered graciously for once. Seeing that Naruto’s eye is still glazed over, she would forgive him this time.
Plus, she likes where his hand is at the moment. If he insists on keeping it there…who is she to complain?
“Let’s get him,” Naruto said as he moved behind her, never taking his hand off her breast. With their positions secured and stances at a ready, she rubbed her nose cockily.
“Charge,” she whispered, chuckling a little bit manically.
Comments:
Hi! This section is for josh, my aff reviewer, thanks for all the insightful reviews. Yes I will work on all in time so the transitioning of the scenes are not as fast as they are right now. I hope you like this one for ridding me of you. I will post another chapter for all in time today or tom.
"We are in training to be nobody special."
I had often repeated this to myself, working against my need for achievement and recognition, and the discontent that could engender. Saying the words in my mind, I felt how they redirected me from a certain seductive struggle and excitement and disease, into a more stable focus: forget what others think of you, forget the future goal of achievement; arrive instead in this body/mind, attending to this present moment. This isthe whole of practice.