Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Ridding Me of You ❯ Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )

Author's Notes:

 

This is a rough draft that I may change some time in the unforeseen future. I don't know why I added this chapter. Perhaps, I just want to know how the script would work with a jealous Sakura. Or how Naruto would sound like when he is making out with someone. I don't know. Me being a girl I really don't have an idea how this is supposed to work out, but then again, I am supposed to be a writer right? At least I should have an idea! Ah, what the hell.

Check it out. Tell me if it sucks, ok? Thanks.

Bex: Hi! I really am sorry there is not that much Hinata, Sakura or Anko action…I didn't know how to manipulate them ladies all together. I might come up with something though. For now, this is the best that I could do.

WS: wow! You are back! Anyways, thanks for not running me with a pitch fork. Not to mention the beard. Yep. That would have hurt. A lot. Hehehhe. Anyways, hope the men in the lab coats did not hurt you too much. I'll teach you a trick on how you could get them to obey all of your commands. Someday.

Nelly, Carlos, Josh: Thanks for all the support. Love you guys. :)

 

 

DISCLAIMER:

Me not own Naruto.

 

 

Ridding me of you

By Boyarina

Chapter 12: The Kyuubi in me

He is fully aware of what he is doing but he is not entirely in control of his actions. Truth to be told, he thinks that his very essence is now only residing in his head, while the rest of him are under the command of kyuubi no yoko. No, no. He is not kidding you; not pulling your leg—could not do that literally because, for one, he could not even move his own arms and legs in own volition. How in the world do you suppose he could that to you in turn?

He wasn't even given a warning that this would happen. A little slap on the backside would have been appreciated, but no, nothing of the sort has been rendered as a favor to him. His options, his decisions, HIS VERY FATE has been wrestled off his hands when his being has been cramped to just one section of himself (his head) and kyuubi no yoko took charge of what he would do, despite his utmost protestations not to do them.

This is just completely horrendous. The second he grabbed hold of Sakura's ankle when she was about to land a kick on Anko-san and the moment he twisted Anko-san's arm to her back, then used his knee to force her to the ground, he KNEW that something is definitely wrong. He, being the witless dumbass that he is, didn't say anything to alert his companions until it was too late.

You see, kyuubi no yoko is very fast. It was all but a blur to him when kyuubi just suddenly made him straddle Anko-san, flipped Sakura upright and planted her in such a way that she is facing him with her legs wrapped loosely around his waist. He never got a word in edgewise during this entire process and honestly, didn't thought he would be able to voice out the complaints he is screaming inside of his head for the rest of the day if the kyuubi had not paused in his ministrations.

Wide-eyed and panting as heavily as Sakura is, he exclaimed, “I'm not doing it! Not doing it!” He would have gladly waved his hands around to emphasize his point, but, unfortunately, his words fell on deaf ears as Sakura's eyes grew wide in disbelief and sputtered to, no doubt, scream in outrage at him.

Sakura never did get the chance to do that though as Anko-san beat her to task of having the first word regarding this whole freaking scenario.

“Naru-kun, you naughty boy!”

He grimaced at Anko-san's nerve grating declaration. Truly, she is the only one finding this situation amusing and delightful. Locking gazes with Sakura and getting a dose of that unbridled hatred, he would have to say that she is definitely ready to start the war of the villages and make him stand right in the middle of that battle field, holding nothing but a twig… a very small twig.

“N-not doin—“

And down the drain, his plea for innocence went. Ignoring him, Sakura and Anko-san commenced in, respectively, shrieking out of displeasure and delight, entangling their voices with his in the din they are creating.

 

“Naru-kun, I didn't know you could be this impulsive!”

“Naruto-what the hell are you trying to pull here?”

“Naru-kun, you didn't need to push me down! You only need to ask!”

“Unhand me, Naruto!”

“Oh, don't listen to her, Naru-kun! Do whatever you want to do!”

“Naruto if you ever listen to a single word that woman says, I swear to God, from this day forward, you would never have a reason to be a man!”

Naruto's ears are ringing. In fact, if you stick a microscope inside his ear, you would certainly find there his eardrum doing a combo of break dancing and street dancing—cart-wheeling, back flipping, head spinning, running man—you name it. I'm telling you, it's scarier than anything that you would witness in your entire life. Pity this poor bishounen to whom this is happening all because Sakura and Anko just wouldn't stop screaming like banshees engaged in a cheering competition.

There has to be some way for this to stop!

“I. AM NOT. DOING. IT!” Naruto hollered at the top of his lungs getting his voice to surpass the volume of Sakura's and Anko's screaming tournament. “Hadn't I made that clear before?!”

His last statement got him his much-coveted silence. At long last! Now, if only it's regime would last more than one—

Anko sighed, effectively dethroning His Silence and causing his ears to twitch at the note of bliss that accompanied that particular action.

 

“Naru-kun, I can feel you hard against my baaaaaccccckkkk,” she sing-songed, which Naruto supposed is her way of being funny.

Truly! How many times does she have to take a foolhardy shot at being amusing before she finally gets it into her head that she doesn't have a lick of sense of humor? The only thing that she is accomplishing is being sick and perverted!

Naruto swears it on his grave that he would find the most exacting revenge for this woman. Just look at what she elicited from Sakura! The love of his life is eyeing him like he is the most ghastly and appalling creature there is!

“Is…” She wriggled her bottom, making Naruto hastily stiffen a groan that came unbidden to his throat.

“Is that what is pressed against my butt, Naruto?” She continued, asking him this in the barest of whispers, but with the telltale ring of steel structured into her words. She narrowed her eyes and pinned him in place with her piercing glare. Yes, indeed. If he had been an insect, she would have dried him up by now, and would have definitely stuck a needle through his body so she could put him up in a frame to parade around. The caption beneath the frame would be along the likes of: “the one who loves me, but had entirely pissed me off.”

“Why are you getting hard for Anko-san, Naruto?” Sakura asked, proceeding with her next question without waiting for his answer and using still that hard tone, which practically said: “I would never forgive you if you say something that would leave a bitter taste in my mouth.”

Now, for the record, this Sakura attitude is getting Naruto all confused. If it only had been that his own free will remained with him, Naruto would either be scratching his head by now or would frantically be looking for that Sakura encyclopedia which narrates and defines everything that is Sakura.

Could someone please push that rewind button and let him hear again what she said in slow-mo? Pretty please? So he could understand better what she just said and in what manner that she had said it with?

“Naruto, let go. Now.”

He winced. “Contrary to what you might be thinking Saku-chan,” He shot two dismayed glances at his hands and arms, wishing he could dislodge them from holding Sakura's wrists (left hand got that covered) and Sakura's waist (right arm got itself wound around her back), “I would love to do that too.”

“Then do it,” She growled.

Naruto feels like crying. How in the world can he make her understand that he is not the one doing this?

“I can't,” he returned piteously, “I really, really can't.”

“Because you don't want to,” Anko-san happily supplied, “Sakura, I'm telling you, he wants us both.”

The Death spelled on Sakura's face has now Torture mixed together with it; both all in store JUST for him. If only Anko-san would be part of it too. In that way, he could use her as a shield the second Sakura comes running up to him with a pitchfork in hand.

“You want us both?” Sakura clarified slowly; danger seeping in every little letter of that one sentence. “Both?”

Bewilderment is dawning in him gradually. It is. It is. Because Naruto just doesn't know what the hell he is going to answer that. Does she actually need for him to answer the question if he wants them both?

Why? What in hell for?

“Sakura-chan, I-I don't understand…” He searched her for any signs that might clue him in something to explain her behavior. However, other than her fierce scowl and her flared up nostrils, he could not find anything else.

“If you don't understand Naruto,” she ground out, “go away. Because, if you won't, I am going to make you.”

“You can't,” he said, weariness and resignation in his voice. She has heard that, right? She has translated that to mean that he doesn't have any choice about this, right?

“Cause he is not going to let you,” Anko-san piped in, “He will have his way and it'll be fun!”

“Will you shut up!” Saku-chan and him chorused, glaring down and addressing their frustration at the jounin. Unfazed, said jounin simply grumbled and huffed.

“Well, hurry up so we can move things along.”

A long-suffering expression settled on Sakura's face as she bit her lip and took a deep breath. She briefly flicked her gaze up, and then refocused back on him, eyes flashing in anger.

“You… What do you want from me, huh? Huh?” She demanded as she vainly tried to retrieve her limbs back. Naruto, as what he had been for the past hour, is stumped once again by what she is ordering for him to provide an answer for.

“Why are you doing this to me, huh, Naruto? Why can't you leave me be?” She shook her head furiously, “You know what? Let's settle this now! So, you like this, huh? Huh?” She nodded at her bondaged wrists and waist. “You're getting a kick out of this, huh? Bet you want this one too, huh?”

The single working gong reverberated inside Naruto's head, just in time when Kyuubi no yoko whispered the word `feisty' in pure glee. He would have retorted something in return, but Sakura suddenly leaned forward and with that sweeping tantalizing motion, she had crushed her lips on his.

A heartbeat has passed, maybe two, may be three—actually, to be frank, Naruto lost count the moment he adjusted the position of his head and began kissing her back. This probably is not the best call he had done all day, but to hell with that.

Oh gods, Saku-chan…

“Okay, lovebirds, first of all,” Anko-san, the meddler, the unwanted and the so untimely interrupter of Naruto's heaven spoke, “Can you not include me while making out? I'm right here, you know!”

Can't we kill you instead? Naruto thought the moment Sakura broke off from the kiss. She appeared to be reeling from what just happened, but damn it! He is dazed too, but that doesn't mean he could not take another minute, or two, or three more of this kiss!

In fact, he would be far more than okay if they stayed glued to each other for like, forever!

“Naruto.” Sakura said monotonously, her face set stone cold and marble-like. Any intent that Naruto had in mind so they could continue literally sparring with their tongues was quickly dashed by this mere mention of his name. “Can you not differentiate a taunt from a real invitation to French kiss? Can you not?”

Naruto opened his mouth but a little voice got him to close it before any syllable came out.

Boy, are you just going to let her get away with that?

“I kissed you to MOCK you,” Sakura continued, now snarling, “And you are NOT supposed to kiss me back!”

Naruto is at his wits end as he tried to consolidate the information Sakura and kyuubi is throwing at him. If he could only solely focus on Saku-chan!

She's feisty. I like feisty girls. We like feisty girls, don't we Naruto? Let's—

“You are supposed to be ASHAMED of what you're doing—“

Kiss her. Show her who the man is. I know you want to. If you can't I could—

“And not take ADVANTAGE of me—“

Boy, you better pucker up! We are going in!

“Naruto!”

Without anyone's consent, a smacker was delivered. Controlled entirely by the kyuubi (for which up until now he had no explanation how in the world the monster managed to do this), his body pulled Sakura close to him on its own accord and hastened to change that smacker to an outright `sticking-his-tongue-down-her-throat' session.

Oh gods, Saku-chan…

“Guys, How many times do I have to tell you, you gotta include me in your make out session? Sheesh! And, Naruto, honey, your grinding that groin on so NOT the right spot on my body. Do you want me to show you where to put it?”

Yeah, boy, the woman's right. You SHOULD let her show you how to do IT. Of all the… Don't you know how to use your dick correctly, boy?

Naruto had had it. Officially, this is the last straw. He would not have minded being pushed and pulled around so long as the end result is being physically in contact with Sakura; he didn't even mind the insult as much too, but for he kyuubi no yoko to actually suggest that he play with Anko-san as well?

 

No. Freaking. Way.

Boy, are you TRYING to subjugate my presence? Me? The Kyuubi no Yoko? Are you thinking right, boy? You CAN N—hey!

Naruto pushed his tenant with one mighty heave back to the recesses of his cage, allowing Sakura to wrench free of him the moment the kyuubi's chakra dissipated from his hold. Considering there is nothing but air behind her, Sakura flailed her arms about right after she got released from his grasp.

Instinct made him grab her again and gather her close to him. You would think that after saving a person you would get a praise or a word of gratitude in turn, but what Naruto received from Sakura instead is a punch and an ear-splitting shriek on his ear.

“Why are you pleasuring yourself against Anko-san's back?! And you are doing it while you are kissing me! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Naruto need to slam his head on something very hard. Sakura, for the thousandth time today, is once again confounding him. IS she related to the sphinx? He had not encountered far more riddles in his whole life compared to the number of riddles Sakura has thrown his way today.

 

“Oh no. Not again!” Anko-san cried out, exasperation imminent in her tone. Without his Kyuubi chakra weighing her down, Anko-san was able to accomplish lounging to her feet, effectively dislodging them from her back and making him and Sakura sail a good two feet away from her. She rose like a conquering villain—arms opening to an arc above her head and then coming to arrest on her hips, with her head cocked to the side.

The display Anko-san portrayed is ridiculous at best, but Naruto was forced to watch it for it was he who landed front-up on the ground (ergo, getting a clear view Anko-san) while Sakura was spared since she was cradled against him, with her head tucked neatly in the crook of his neck and shoulder.

Anko-san faced them. “Would you guys quit squabbling one moment and making out the next?” She scratched the back of her head agitatedly and continued in utmost misery. “You are not even including me! Naruto, don't you find me the least bit alluring?”

 

As Anko-san ran her hand over her breasts to her hips (pointing out to him her obvious assets), Sakura stiffened in his arms, seemingly like she had seen what the pervert jounin did. Honestly? Naruto could not for the life of him understand what is getting into her nerves. Is she getting irked because of what Anko-san said or does she have another set of eyes located at the back of her head, permitting her to see what is behind her? For sure, anyone would have been turned off or offended at the way Anko-san is displaying herself in utter flourish, almost like she's glorifying in her naked self.

 

“I find her very scary and I personally think it would be for the best that we leave here. Now.” He whispered to Sakura conspiratorially, hoping that his words would calm whatever storm is brewing within her.

 

“If you find her abhorrent, why did you not leave hours ago?” Sakura replied in a mutter. “But no, you stayed here; doing God knows what with her.”

 

“Wha? We are not doing anything at all!”

 

She slapped a hand against his shoulder. “Why are you sounding all defensive then?” she asked, gasping in incredulity.

 

“What? I'm just saying, we didn't do anything, Saku-chan!”

 

Sakura snorted (for which he could only gape at her for as she pulled from his embrace and glared at him). “See! You are going it again!” She declared, following this with a dry sarcastic chuckle. “Why don't you just admit it?”

 

It was his turn to shake his head at her, feeling far greater than flabbergasted. He spread out his hands sideward to show her got nothing in him to hide; silently pleading that she drop this irrational subject.

 

“Sakura-chan, we—“ he gulped when Sakura readjusted her seat on his lap, her eyes still drilling holes through his head. He wasn't sure if his momentary loss of vocal functions was due to the fact that her movement caused her butt to rub against him or due to the way her glare is gradually burning a fissure through his brain.

 

“Love birds, can you please stop snipping at each other for a minute so we all could utilize our time wisely? If you had half the mind to listen to my suggestion fifteen minutes ago—“

 

Naruto rolled his eyes, wanting to cover his ears in order to block Anko-san's complaints from reaching his ear canals. Thinking there is a better way around this; he hoisted Sakura up to him and clambered to his feet, narrowly getting hit by Anko-san who was waving her arms around as she continued to rant.

 

“Did I not tell you before to let go of me?” Sakura fumed, but nevertheless, she placed her hands reluctantly atop his shoulders for support.

 

“Yes, I'll do that the instant we have left this place. Away from Anko-san.” He replied matter-of-factly as he sneaked a peek at the still raving jounin; currently now spinning in place for no apparent reason.

 

“Which you could have done EONS ago.” Sakura returned frostily, going from hot to cold faster than Naruto could follow her.

 

Seriously? What in the world is she so peeved about? Could someone be kind enough and tell him what?