Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Ridding Me of You ❯ Chapter 10: Don’t go chasing a naked Naruto ( Chapter 10 )

Author's Notes:

 

Before anything else, a special shout to:

 

WS and Carlos. WS for your wonderful review yesterday, and for Carlos for sharing his ideas with me in the creation of this story. Thanks guys!

 

Anyways, a special mention for Can you read? As well. Um, I don't know if I should thank you or be as rude to you as you were to me. But I noted down what you told me in your review. Het section is for malexfemale pairing, right? Considering that this fic revolves around Naruto and Sakura, I would say that it is in the right place, don't you agree? Anyways, let me check further on that. Guys, I would love—absolutely love—criticism, but be gentle when you are giving it, k? I hate mean people and being mean towards other people. Please do not provoke me to be mean.

 

Please.

 

 

Anyways, enough of that. Hope you like the story! :)

 

DISCLAIMER:

 

I do not own Naruto. The spirit of the rat I killed earlier to vent my anger told me so. Therefore, I do not own Naruto.

 

Ridding Me of You

By Boyarina

 

Chapter 10: Don't go chasing a naked Naruto

 

 

When one is already brilliant, one no longer questions the brilliancy of one's actions. You see, that is just redundant and to a genius, there is nothing more horrendous than committing a mistake as simple as this. However, this is what Haruno Sakura, kunoichi extraordinaire, is doing right this second. In fact, if truth is to be told, she had been doing a lot of this `exploring the sensibility of one's actions' lately. No reason really, not if you consider the heights of `Van Gogh intelligence (slash madness, depending on what you think of this artist)' her exceptional ideas have attained a deal huge enough to rivet your attention.

 

Truly, if you look at the larger picture of the statement `A completely naked Haruno Sakura chasing an equally bare-assed Uzumaki Naruto' you wouldn't see the dashes of `Van Gogh intelligence' in her decision to hunt her kitsune down. Sure, there might be that pinch of madness in there as well, but that would not entirely matter since she has it all under control. `Van Gogh intelligent' this act may be (thou may not call it crazy, or I swear to God, I will smack you!), she still has all her faculties intact to orchestrate this to the outcome she would want it to turn out. This would not just spiral to a groping fest Kaka-sensei would have sorely desired to happen.

 

Considering that we are doing an intellectual discussion of this matter, we should probably answer the most pressing and vital question of `What Sakura would want this to come down to?' To be honest with you, the best she could come up with is….

 

….is…..

 

…hmmmm…..

 

…ermmmm…..

 

…boy this is tough…

 

WHAT is the best she could come up with? Oh, Lord God in Heaven, she has no clue! She is naked as the day she was born and she is chasing Naruto who, as you have probably deduced by now, has not a stitch of clothing on him as she is! What the deuce had she been thinking? If there had been any better time to actually reflect over this `Van Gogh' (she really should stop using this description, it is getting terribly old) level of exploit, it is NOW!

 

Think Sakura! Think! Resuscitate that dead logic of yours and make it work! Overtime! Bring out the heart monitor! The respirator! Those pads that deliver a thousand volts of electricity that would kick any butt heart into action! It doesn't matter if that logic of yours is already blue and crawling with worms as a sign of stage three decay, we shall make it LIVE! Any Frankenstein logic is better than having no logic at all!

 

Me thinks.

 

“Naruto stop!” Sakura yelled, and then realizing what she just said, came to a dead stop herself and slapped her forehead.

 

(Could you now see the benefits of having logic? Any form of logic at all?)

 

“Why did you have to call out to him to stop? YOU should stop. You are the one running after him, not vice versa! Where the hell did you place your common sense? Oh! I remember now! It died together with Logic! You kept on chucking them out of your lofty tower whenever he is with you, which is like EVERYDAY; they finally lost the will to live and went to common sense and logic heaven! You better have kept replacements for them, or…..or….” She furiously raked her fingernails on her head, not even minding the fact that they took bits of scalp (partly dandruff, really) with them as she did so, trying to come up with a threat she could impose on herself.

 

Sakura huffed. She could, of course, not come up with a threat suitable enough for her recreate versions of her long dead Logic and Commonsense. With this acknowledgement that they would forever be gone, she would have to assess and recheck everything that she would do around Naruto. Dismaying though it might be, she would have to let him run off now to where he thinks he would be safest—away from her.

 

She lifted her shoulders and let them droop as she expelled a loud disparaging sigh. She would have to work on being aloof, mean and broody towards Naruto. She has absolutely no business in having an uncontrollable infatuation on him—much less falling hopelessly in love with the guy. Sure, he might be sweet, warm, friendly, extremely captivating and is mutually attracted to her (that erection is for her, right?), but this picture perfect scenario is just too good to turn into reality. There is bound to be a flaw somewhere that would come up and…..

 

Wait a freaking minute!

 

Let's… let's back up a few phrases there for a bit. Flaw somewhere…no, not that……Too good to turn into reality….no, not that either….erection? Naw, but close enough. Let's see….mutually attracted to her….capti—Oh, holy shit!

 

“Hey, are you okay?”

 

Sakura jumped a foot high into the air, a small scream of surprise escaping her. She whirled around, dreading to see the person she had instantly associated that voice with. Why is he giving her all these confused signals? First, he had an erection because of her, then, he runs away, and now, he is whispering way too closely to the shell of her ear! And how in the world did he end up behind her that fast? She saw him disappearing into an unrecognizable dot in the distance just 2 seconds ago!

 

“Aren't you supposed to be running away from me?” she growled, her ire steadily rising. Naruto could not just set himself on a straight line so she could understand him, could he? He is always stirring things up! If he is going to flee, he should just keep on fleeing! If the puppy love he had expressed when they have initially met is puppy love, he should have just stuck with that instead of complicating matters by having a full blown erection at the sight of her!

 

She would not have him treading along the path she is treading; else, they would run right up to each other and then who know what will happen?

 

“I got worried when you suddenly froze up—“

 

Sakura poked him hard on the chest to shut him up. He is doing it again! He is making it look like he cares more than he should letting on. He is making her feel clammy, tingly, cared for, cherished…

 

…loved…

 

Argh! Quickly! Grab an eraser and scrape that word out of there! She needs to put a stop to this! This is going way out of control!

 

“Aren't you supposed to loose the erection, Uzumaki?” She lashed out, giving him another poke on his breast plate and appreciating, on the side, how his glistening sweat is accentuating his nicely toned body.

 

Naruto chuckled nervously, trying to put a little distance between them. With every step that he took away from her, however, her feet would involuntarily take a step to cover the space that would begin to gape between their bodies.

 

“I'm trying, Sakura-chan,” he answered, his voice wobbling a little. If only that wobble would affect as well the rigidity of his manhood. “Just don't do anything hasty…”

 

The anger simmering in her quickly rose up to a boil. How dare he insinuate that she would do something outrageous? She hadn't even gone beyond anything other than chase him around! She wasn't really planning in doing something hentaish, not in the slightest!

 

Sakura narrowed her eyes at him, lips pursed in extreme annoyance. “What do you mean `anything hasty'?”

 

Naruto swallowed audibly, a twitchy smile transforming itself on his face. “I, uh, I mean….”

 

“What do you take me for, Uzumaki Naruto?” she said in a dangerous tone. “A hussy?” At her question, his visage into a paler version of what it had been before. She definitely does not like that `deer-caught-in-the-headlights-of-an-incoming-car' expression on his face. Why can't he just be forthcoming with his answer? He doesn't really think that she is a hussy, right?

 

Right?

 

“Of course not!” Naruto answered nasally. Then, belying the factuality of his words, he redoubled his efforts in getting away from her—again.

 

Gassamit! Can't he just stay rooted in one place for even just a second?

 

Incensed by his actions, Sakura took a swipe at his midsection, thinking that she would get a hold of his overly loose jacket so she could pin him right where he is. For a moment there, she just completely plumb forgot that they are, after all, naked.

 

So you see, without a loose jacket to a grab a hold on to, she grabbed a hold of something else sticking out of Naruto's body:

 

His dick.

 

It filled her hand; its warm, velvety feel alienating her. Despite this, she didn't let go, but instead had even tightened her hold. To tell you the truth, she finds it repugnantly interesting (if that actually makes any sense) or interestingly repugnant (whichever sounds better) that is why she still has it on her grip. The way it still throbbed and pulsated against her hand (even though it appears like it already reached its maximum size), the sheer enormity of it…wow…

 

Naruto is sure going to have a helluva time convincing some girl to …you know…go to bed with him. Just look at his thing! Its size is astronomical in proportion and that would certainly not fit inside a girl's thing! It definitely would not fit hers, that's for sure!

 

Or would it? Hmmmm, come to think of it, the human body IS elastic. It might probably fit in her… it wouldn't hurt to prove it with a little experiment, right? Right?

 

Sakura was just about to enact the scene she had in her head so she could prove if indeed this gargantuan dick would fit inside her when Naruto's strangled voice pierced her intense concentration.

 

Gobsmack it!

 

“Sa-sakura…..”

 

In an attempt to look cool, she casually tilted her head to take a gander at him (belatedly tearing her gaze away from the object that had her mesmerized) and tried to ignore the fact that she still has one leg up—poised to execute the testing of the theory called “Naruto's breadth—will it fit or will not fit?” She found him breathing very hard through his mouth, eyes narrowed into slits, body still as a stone monument.

 

She would have completely taken this Naruto countenance for granted and would have continued on with her experiment, despite the warning she head on his tone and the way he seemed to be restraining himself, if she had not noticed one teensy-weensy detail. What stopped her in her wake are his eyes; the color and the shape of his eyes, to be precise.

 

Picture a deranged cat that had not eaten for a week and is now staring at a banquet before it. Got it? Now look into its eyes and imagine that you are having a staring contest with that cat whose eyes happened to be blood-red deep. Got it? Well, yep, that is exactly what Naruto's eyes are like this very instant. Not a very encouraging sight, is it?

 

“Naruto?” she asked warily as she slowly lowered her leg back to the ground.

 

Naruto groaned/moaned in response. His breathing became harsher; his mouth working up and down as if trying to voice words that stubbornly would not come out. Feeling the strain radiating off him, Sakura got fidgety and unconsciously readjusted her grip on him.

 

“Sakura,” he hissed, sounding as if in pain, “could you r-remove….”

 

“What?” She asked anxiously. She could barely hear him. What is he whispering for anyway?!

 

“Y-Your….ha-hand…”

 

“What? What is it?”

 

“Mmm…” Naruto closed his eyes and clamped his lips together as he forced a word that obviously starts with the letter `M' on it to come out. “G-gonna…c-come….”

 

Sakura stuck her finger into her ear canal to clean it. She could not understand him at ALL! His words are being distorted by his raspy breathing so much nothing is coming out clear.

 

“Sakura! Unhand him!”

 

Oh.

 

Sakura painstakingly unwrapped her hand from Naruto's…thing as the cold claw of realization crawled its way up to her spine. She winced, all the while watching Naruto crumble to a boneless heap, shuddering. Though an uninvited witness normally would have looked away at the sight of a person having his orgasm in the middle of the forest, she kept her eyes on the figure of Naruto. She dared not look up and meet the reproachful eyes of her sensei as he halted beside her, not a second after he had hollered his command.

 

Kakashi-sensei sighed heavily. “Did I mention anything that would have given you the idea to do this?”

 

Mute, she shook her head.

 

“Well, I did say body lock….” He muttered a barely concealed curse at this point, then continued, “but what I meant was fight him, not `do' him.”

 

“Hai…”

 

Kakashi-sensei grunted. “You do realize that you are in trouble, don't you?”

 

“What!” She snapped her eyes up to him, completely alarmed. In response to this, Kakashi-sensei raised an authoritative eyebrow as though daring her to challenge his decision further.

 

“You will,” he said in a serious `I-am-your-sensei' voice, “train with Sasuke.”

 

Sakura sighed with relief when her teacher paused, thinking that is the end of his verdict. But then, like an incoming freight train, he plowed right along to his climactic conclusion.

 

“And Naruto would be training with Anko-san.”

 

Sakura's eyes widened. “No!”

 

Kakashi-sensei's lips tightened to a grim line. “Naked.”

 

“What!”

 

“Together with Hinata.”

 

Sakura stopped an ill-repressed scream from getting out as she stomped her foot furiously on the ground, knowing that if she argued further, it will only become worse.

 

Hell!

 

 

Comments: hi! Reviews are appreciated. Flamers that do not personally insult me are tolerated, and flamers who could construct at least something that would resemble positive criticism would be appreciated.

 

Flamers who are hell bent on giving insults, and personal insults at that…. Sigh…. Hell… I…I…Sigh… get some psychological help, will you?