Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Ridding Me of You ❯ Chapter 8: Balls are harmless things ( Chapter 8 )

Author's Notes:

 

Um, before you do me any bodily harm, let me just remind you that it is a heinous crime to strangle someone in cyber space. (is that possible?) okay, probably not, but anyways, I am sorry! I just completely lost the time to type these. Gomen!

 

DISCLAIMER:

 

I read the book, how to be a self-made millionaire. Half-way through it, I realized it would never equate to the magnificent feeling of actually owning Naruto. I, however, do not own him.

 

Ridding Me of You

 

Chapter 8: Balls are harmless things

 

Seriously, that ball is going to be the death of her. As soon as she finds out what store he had bought it from, she is going to have a word with the owner and politely ask him to close his store down. If just in the case the store owner is stupid and would not hear her out, she would have it demolished. Or, better yet, she would demolish the freaking store herself.

 

After that she is going to take care of that blasted ball.

 

She just couldn't stand it! She couldn't even stand seeing that darn ball on the pocket of Naruto's pants because it is making such an obvious bulge, she had actually yelled for Naruto to keep it on another hiding place. When Naruto concealed it behind his back, she had thankfully begun forgetting all about it, but the thing is, her feet kept her shuffling her to a position that allows her to get a very good view of the ball he couldn't seem to stop squishing.

 

Why can't he stop FONDLING IT? Why can't he just throw it away? Why did she have to start all this foolish fiasco about harboring a grudge against a poor innocent ball by placing Naruto's hand over her breast and allowing it to rest there for the longest time possible?

 

Why?

 

Why is it that she is associating the squeeze ball with her own breasts? Why is it that they feel all tingly and sore right now? Why is that she wants to jump Naruto right this second and hump him to the next kingdom come?

 

Why?

 

With growing consternation, Sakura plied her brain with one rhetorical question after another. It's not like they are making things better. In fact, they are just getting her all the more agitated, but she just doesn't know how to stop.

 

That ball from hell is seriously and intentionally burrowing under her skin with as much vigor as any louse would do on a human scalp! Infernal, that is what it is. She would have to adjust her priority scale and get rid of the ball first before it drives her to the brink of insanity.

 

With that intent in mind, she set her features in the grimmest one she could afford and made her way to Naruto. After three quick strides, she is in front of him; her hand extended out in the silent demand to hand the wretched thing over in the easiest and painless way possible.

 

Naruto simply gazed at her face, then to her hand and back again.

 

“Gimme,” she said impatiently. Can't he see that she is actually doing him (not to mention herself) a favor by wiping that ball off the face of the planet? By setting the ball aflame and scattering its ashes into the air (preferably scattering its ashes over a very tall cliff), he would realize that he need not turn to the ball to compensate his needs and just go grab the real thing. Her breasts are right there staring him in the face, ready to be snatched and fondled! Can't he see?

 

“What?” Naruto unbelievably snapped back at her, eyes shifting from side to side making him appear as though he had one too many coffee cups this morning.

 

“The ball, Naruto.” She answered, talking in such away that made Naruto seem like a child with a slow comprehension rate.

 

Instead of just getting it over with and surrendering the ball to her, Naruto gripped the ball tighter. He edged himself away from her as the tempo by which he was squeezing the ball increased.

 

Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze.

 

“It's mine.”

 

Sakura was hard-pressed not to moan (in desperation? In the desire for her and the ball to switch places?), her eyes getting glued to the actions Naruto's hands are doing. When he started rolling the ball on his palm, she suddenly found herself losing control of her own breathing with air getting stuck somewhere between her trachea and her nasal passages.

 

The possibility of her being getting divested of her tenacious hold on reality is not far. Considering that she could only manage to draw a very minute amount of oxygen, it is quite doubtful if there would be enough to go around for her brain and the rest of her body parts to keep her conscious and the whole of her person functioning normally.

 

“Give,” Sakura croaked, but promptly cleared her throat, “it to me. I know it's yours. I'm just going to, um, play with it.”

 

Uncertainty crossed his features. Sakura is not sure if Naruto could read minds, but the distance, at which he is holding the ball away from her, he might as well be reading her intention now of robbing him quite clearly.

 

Is he attempting to wear her patience down? Is he trying to strip her of her sensibilities and incur another episode similar to the one that happened before?

 

“Gomen, I can't give it to you”

 

Sakura scowled. “Why not?”

 

“You don't need it.”

 

“And you do?”

 

Naruto acquired a pained expression as he readjusted his grip on the ball. “That's why I bought it Sakura-chan.”

 

Reasonable and valid his reasoning might be, Sakura will not have it—will have none of them, at all.

 

“I am just gonna hold it and then give it back to you.” Come on, take the bait! Take the bait!

 

“I cant—Hey!” In the middle of another one of his convoluted (to her opinion) reasons, Sasuke swiped the ball from Naruto's grasp and promptly tossed it at her.

 

“Don't be such a girl Naruto and lend her the ball.”

 

Had she been seeing herself on a mirror right now, she would have certainly described her eyes to be glistening with evil triumph after catching the ball in mid-flight. Bestowing Sasuke one of her genuine smiles, she clutched the ball with no intention of letting go until she had succeeded with her plan of tearing it into microscopic bits of nothing.

 

Naruto, on the other hand, glowered at Sasuke so hard it could have set the mighty Uchiha aflame if he hadn't been more concerned that she has his ball completely under her mercy. Face twitching with annoyance, he faced her and imitated the gesture she had done before when she had silently ordered him to hand the ball to her.

 

Sakura snubbed his hand, and with voice full of mischief, said, “Come and get it.” She have schemed another plan that would make Naruto realize what he had been depriving himself of by clinging on this wretched contraption.

 

Without hesitation, Naruto had taken her bait this time. He lounged forward, reaching the ball on her hip. Before his fingertips even grazed the ball, she had dropped and kicked it to Sasuke's direction at the same time, jutting her hip out that it had caused Naruto to grab her hip instead of the ball. Taking a stunned look at what he had seized, he quickly let go and made a detour to Sasuke's direction.

 

Somehow reading her mind, Sasuke tossed the ball back to her just when Naruto was a mere millimeter from barreling into him. Sakura launched her self into the air, this time puffing her chest out. Catching the ball in mid air seconds before Naruto attempted to capture it again, she raised it high above her head just as Naruto cupped his hands to get it to his clutches.

 

Wanna wager a guess as to what he have caught this time?

 

Sakura should have dunked her head in a bucket full of ice cold water this morning when she had the chance. Why in the world is she doing this to herself again? Now in solid ground, with her eyes locked on to Naruto's, who is currently shocked stupid, she couldn't seem to find now the logic of why she had wanted for this to happen again.

 

God, his hands are so warm, so good on her hardened nipples.

 

Isn't she trying to ditch her unhealthy attraction to him? Why is she trying to continually torture herself with the nearness of this person whom she knew she would not have in the end? She would not let herself have him for certainly she would only lose herself in him once she had him—or to be more accurate about it, once he have her.

 

She would be too overwhelmed by him.

 

“Oi, Naruto, how did you know that this is exactly what he would be training for today?”

 

Sakura whipped her head to the direction of her sensei's voice. Like a Cheshire cat, he is grinning at them broadly, all the while nudging Naruto on the side. Naruto blinked at Kakashi-sensei, uncomprehending of what he had just said.

 

“What do you mean?” he asked as he struggled to take his hands off her….chest.

 

It could not have been possible, but Kaka-sensei's grin had actually widened even more than it already is.

 

“Why you are going to be training naked today. So you could get accustomed to seeing and feeling each other's sensitive…parts.”