Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Ridding Me of You ❯ Chapter 14: To sleep or not to sleep? ( Chapter 14 )
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By: boyarina 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.11.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 350 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.11.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 350 | Status: Work In Progress
Author's Notes:
I have been thinking… (which I really shouldn't have been doing in the first place, really)… the phrase “get rid of him” means to kill somebody, right? Well, I was mooning over this in the past few days and somehow it just seemed all too morbidly related to the title of this story… don't you think? Well, if you are thinking the same think I am thinking… well… tell me what is your stand in it? Sad or happy ending?
DISCLAIMER:
I can never own Naruto.
Ridding Me of You
By boyarina
Chapter 14: To sleep or not to sleep?
Engaging a bet with the Uchiha to see who would have the guts to give Sakura a thong for her birthday is a very, very dumb thing to do. Another not so very brilliant move that he made is he actually kept the darn garment with him when he found out Sasuke-teme had only given Sakura a handkerchief instead of the thong they had initially betted upon.
That was three months ago. Still, Naruto has yet to forget the need to wring Sasuke-teme's neck for nearly tricking him into giving Sakura a thong for her birthday. That would have been mortifying and what Sakura would have thought and said about his gift may have very well destroyed and completely galvanized his chances to get close to her. The sheer suggestiveness of the gift and the hidden invitation in the lacy fabric of that undergarment would certainly cause a reef of awkwardness to come between him and Sakura.
Unfortunately for him, all his worries about handing the gift to Sakura had been for naught. The second Sakura discovered the thong, she started yelling at him (and yell, she did). She ranted about having women over is not the way of the Shinobi, that having a bachelor's pad doesn't mean he could play around as much as he wanted, that keeping the undergarment of the woman he had been with is forbidden by law blah-blah, that having intercourse with women at his age is also forbidden by law blah-blah, that he should be in a committed relationship instead, that he should be concentrating on his training instead…
On and on she went, it was nearly past two o'clock when she finished and the only time she actually stopped ranting was when kyuubi convinced him to give Sakura another dose of human love, otherwise known as French Kissing. Considering that all of his explanations are not getting through to her, Naruto reluctantly did as suggested by the demon, which fascinatingly enough, did the trick.
After making Sakura pliant (flushed and entirely quiet), Naruto had explained to her the reason behind the undergarment's existence amongst his clothing and that he never really had any female before in his pad at all.
Thankfully, Sakura let the matter drop, allowing him to have the freedom to get a more decent set of clothing for her. He could not very well let her go home wearing his clothing, not unless he want to give people something to gossip about. Also, he would not want to go back to the training grounds and find the set of clothes she left behind in the fear of meeting Anko-san there again.
Honestly, between that perverted jounin's presence and in Sakura's unclothed person, Naruto could barely suppress the kyuubi from going all out and taking over him. The disgust and the desire to teach Anko-san a lesson or two about being clean and pure for even just a day, whilst the lust and the pure need to mate with Saku-chan, drives the kyuubi mad enough to force himself out and act on the things that Naruto wanted to do.
Naruto could not let hat happen though. The kyuubi is naturally destructive and even if the demon has Naruto's best intentions in mind, there's no way he is going to freely hand the wheel over to him.
Speaking of Kyuubi's chances of taking the reigns from Naruto, this is actually becoming a festering problem for him. It seems like whenever Sakura's being a bit more alluring than usual, the demon could--through some portal he has no knowledge of-- take precedence over a part of him. This happened twice today now. First, during their training, and secondly, during the time he was picturing Sakura dressed in the bikinis he had passed by when he had been searching for a suitable clothing for her.
It certainly had not been an impulse. The kyuubi coerced him into buying the bikinis, the small thigh-length skirts, and the belly-baring spaghetti-strapped blouses. Now that he no longer have any more budget to buy something more presentable (Kyuubi made sure he bought from stores he could not exchange the clothing for anything else), Naruto has no choice but to trudge home and pray Sakura would not get offended by what he bought.
“Tadaima,” he called out softly, not wanting to rudely awaken Sakura if in case she is sleeping. Besides, this is the first time he gets to use the word, he wanted to savor the greeting as it rolled along his tongue and left the border of his lips.
He padded to the remotest area of his living quarters, seeking the whereabouts of one Haruno Sakura. He remembered leaving her there in his bedrooms/receiving room as she was reading one of his scrolls regarding jutsus. She had told him right before he went out that she would be exactly where she's at, the moment he gets back. True enough, she's slumbering there on the futon she promised to remain on.
Examining the figure lying on his sole furniture, Naruto found himself slowly getting magnetized. Self-preservation and self-restraint are both banging cymbals right next to his ears so he would stop prowling his way towards her, but for the third time today, Uzumaki Naruto feels possessed by the kyuubi no yoko himself—basal instincts running first and foremost than human civility.
After completing that tantalizing journey from the door to her unconscious form, his body crawled its way, inch by excruciating inch, on top of her, pausing to sniff and lick now and then at various spots of her body. Naruto, had he had a moment of peace right then in order to scrounge up the effort to extricate kyuubi's hold on him, certainly would have fled and thought of another way (a better way) to wake up Sakura.
(Poking her with a stick is certainly a more effective way of doing this!)
There is no escaping this now though. His body has finally settled on a position that got him to be face to face, neck to neck, chest and to chest, belly to belly, and crotch to crotch with her. He had been ultimately ensnared; invisible ninja wires has stitched his like body parts with hers, keeping him stranded.
He has nowhere to go. And his body seemed only too willing to accomplish the number of possibilities he could do with her and to her. One clue that gave him this idea was when his lower half brought itself down and pressed the all Too Alive (Throbbing, Pulsating, BREATHING) `Man's Tool for Procreation' on top of her thankfully covered opening.
Naruto strained himself so his body would not move and rub itself against her. When Sakura stirred and cracked one eye open, Naruto doubled his efforts to win dominance over his desires and his more than just a pain-in-the-arse tenant, grappling and fighting with the demon like he had never done before.
C'mon up at'em body! Up at'em! He chanted, preparing to take that risky chance of using the kyuubi stores so he could shoot chakra out of his palms and knees to literally take off like a spaceship and launch his body out of there. A screaming Sakura, accusing him of taking advantage of her slumbering state is not what he wanted because, one, it will only excite the demon, and two, she will be falsely accusing him of doing something he only had the guts to daydream about, but had never really intended of executing in real life.
Then, the lone eye that appeared through the slit of Sakura's lids rolled to the back of her head, indicating that once again she had fallen back asleep.
She sighed, murmuring something that nearly did not reach his ears.
“What a nice dream,” she said as she hooked her leg to the small of his back, startling him and pushing him further onto her.
Naruto bit his lip and stifled the need to groan. He need to get the hell off her now before any---
Sakura hooked another leg to his back.
Half full or half empty? Heaven or hell? Naruto couldn't exactly decide which. In fact, he could barely think at all. Then, again, in these kinds of situation, shouldn't thinking just be classified as beyond overrated, beyond one's self-control?
Sakura sighed once more and shot out her arms, slinging them appendages over his neck.
Naruto's breath hitched, desperately convincing himself that he has to do the Right Thing. He has to peel her off him and wake her up properly like any gentleman would. He should not take advantage of Sakura's state even if it is practically begging for him to go—
Naruto's mental ramblings were summarily cut off by Sakura's succeeding actions. Still, unconscious, she caught him off guard as she rolled him over, making a snuggle pillow out of him. Her arms tightened around his neck, pulling his face towards the side of hers; her legs sliding from his waist to his thigh, capturing this appendage between two of her own. She purred, sounding like one very, very contented cat.
Naruto is completely aware that he has got to stop talking to himself and get his ass moving. In fact, if he has done so minutes ago, he would not have been in this compromising situation at all! How the hell does he get out of this one?
Then again…does he really want to? With one arm pinned down under the side of Sakura's waist, his neck held hostage by her arms, his one leg neatly tucked between the two of her own… Naruto had never felt more comfortable in his entire life. Sure there might be that twitchy little bulge in his pants, but since it had been there for the past 24 hours now, he hardly notices it anymore (no, mind you, he is not lying!).
Naruto has two options now. He could: a)savor this good feeling for the next 5 seconds and then force himself out of this cocoon, and then end up having a shouting match with Sakura to prove his innocence; or b) go out like a lamp, have the best sleep in his entire life, and then have a shouting match with Sakura the next morning.
He sighed. It's no contest really. Being a Gentleman Be Damned. This maybe his only chance to sleep with her, so, why waste it? He will just have to deal with whatever consequence there is to come in the morning.
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Read and review, neh?
I have been thinking… (which I really shouldn't have been doing in the first place, really)… the phrase “get rid of him” means to kill somebody, right? Well, I was mooning over this in the past few days and somehow it just seemed all too morbidly related to the title of this story… don't you think? Well, if you are thinking the same think I am thinking… well… tell me what is your stand in it? Sad or happy ending?
DISCLAIMER:
I can never own Naruto.
Ridding Me of You
By boyarina
Chapter 14: To sleep or not to sleep?
Engaging a bet with the Uchiha to see who would have the guts to give Sakura a thong for her birthday is a very, very dumb thing to do. Another not so very brilliant move that he made is he actually kept the darn garment with him when he found out Sasuke-teme had only given Sakura a handkerchief instead of the thong they had initially betted upon.
That was three months ago. Still, Naruto has yet to forget the need to wring Sasuke-teme's neck for nearly tricking him into giving Sakura a thong for her birthday. That would have been mortifying and what Sakura would have thought and said about his gift may have very well destroyed and completely galvanized his chances to get close to her. The sheer suggestiveness of the gift and the hidden invitation in the lacy fabric of that undergarment would certainly cause a reef of awkwardness to come between him and Sakura.
Unfortunately for him, all his worries about handing the gift to Sakura had been for naught. The second Sakura discovered the thong, she started yelling at him (and yell, she did). She ranted about having women over is not the way of the Shinobi, that having a bachelor's pad doesn't mean he could play around as much as he wanted, that keeping the undergarment of the woman he had been with is forbidden by law blah-blah, that having intercourse with women at his age is also forbidden by law blah-blah, that he should be in a committed relationship instead, that he should be concentrating on his training instead…
On and on she went, it was nearly past two o'clock when she finished and the only time she actually stopped ranting was when kyuubi convinced him to give Sakura another dose of human love, otherwise known as French Kissing. Considering that all of his explanations are not getting through to her, Naruto reluctantly did as suggested by the demon, which fascinatingly enough, did the trick.
After making Sakura pliant (flushed and entirely quiet), Naruto had explained to her the reason behind the undergarment's existence amongst his clothing and that he never really had any female before in his pad at all.
Thankfully, Sakura let the matter drop, allowing him to have the freedom to get a more decent set of clothing for her. He could not very well let her go home wearing his clothing, not unless he want to give people something to gossip about. Also, he would not want to go back to the training grounds and find the set of clothes she left behind in the fear of meeting Anko-san there again.
Honestly, between that perverted jounin's presence and in Sakura's unclothed person, Naruto could barely suppress the kyuubi from going all out and taking over him. The disgust and the desire to teach Anko-san a lesson or two about being clean and pure for even just a day, whilst the lust and the pure need to mate with Saku-chan, drives the kyuubi mad enough to force himself out and act on the things that Naruto wanted to do.
Naruto could not let hat happen though. The kyuubi is naturally destructive and even if the demon has Naruto's best intentions in mind, there's no way he is going to freely hand the wheel over to him.
Speaking of Kyuubi's chances of taking the reigns from Naruto, this is actually becoming a festering problem for him. It seems like whenever Sakura's being a bit more alluring than usual, the demon could--through some portal he has no knowledge of-- take precedence over a part of him. This happened twice today now. First, during their training, and secondly, during the time he was picturing Sakura dressed in the bikinis he had passed by when he had been searching for a suitable clothing for her.
It certainly had not been an impulse. The kyuubi coerced him into buying the bikinis, the small thigh-length skirts, and the belly-baring spaghetti-strapped blouses. Now that he no longer have any more budget to buy something more presentable (Kyuubi made sure he bought from stores he could not exchange the clothing for anything else), Naruto has no choice but to trudge home and pray Sakura would not get offended by what he bought.
“Tadaima,” he called out softly, not wanting to rudely awaken Sakura if in case she is sleeping. Besides, this is the first time he gets to use the word, he wanted to savor the greeting as it rolled along his tongue and left the border of his lips.
He padded to the remotest area of his living quarters, seeking the whereabouts of one Haruno Sakura. He remembered leaving her there in his bedrooms/receiving room as she was reading one of his scrolls regarding jutsus. She had told him right before he went out that she would be exactly where she's at, the moment he gets back. True enough, she's slumbering there on the futon she promised to remain on.
Examining the figure lying on his sole furniture, Naruto found himself slowly getting magnetized. Self-preservation and self-restraint are both banging cymbals right next to his ears so he would stop prowling his way towards her, but for the third time today, Uzumaki Naruto feels possessed by the kyuubi no yoko himself—basal instincts running first and foremost than human civility.
After completing that tantalizing journey from the door to her unconscious form, his body crawled its way, inch by excruciating inch, on top of her, pausing to sniff and lick now and then at various spots of her body. Naruto, had he had a moment of peace right then in order to scrounge up the effort to extricate kyuubi's hold on him, certainly would have fled and thought of another way (a better way) to wake up Sakura.
(Poking her with a stick is certainly a more effective way of doing this!)
There is no escaping this now though. His body has finally settled on a position that got him to be face to face, neck to neck, chest and to chest, belly to belly, and crotch to crotch with her. He had been ultimately ensnared; invisible ninja wires has stitched his like body parts with hers, keeping him stranded.
He has nowhere to go. And his body seemed only too willing to accomplish the number of possibilities he could do with her and to her. One clue that gave him this idea was when his lower half brought itself down and pressed the all Too Alive (Throbbing, Pulsating, BREATHING) `Man's Tool for Procreation' on top of her thankfully covered opening.
Naruto strained himself so his body would not move and rub itself against her. When Sakura stirred and cracked one eye open, Naruto doubled his efforts to win dominance over his desires and his more than just a pain-in-the-arse tenant, grappling and fighting with the demon like he had never done before.
C'mon up at'em body! Up at'em! He chanted, preparing to take that risky chance of using the kyuubi stores so he could shoot chakra out of his palms and knees to literally take off like a spaceship and launch his body out of there. A screaming Sakura, accusing him of taking advantage of her slumbering state is not what he wanted because, one, it will only excite the demon, and two, she will be falsely accusing him of doing something he only had the guts to daydream about, but had never really intended of executing in real life.
Then, the lone eye that appeared through the slit of Sakura's lids rolled to the back of her head, indicating that once again she had fallen back asleep.
She sighed, murmuring something that nearly did not reach his ears.
“What a nice dream,” she said as she hooked her leg to the small of his back, startling him and pushing him further onto her.
Naruto bit his lip and stifled the need to groan. He need to get the hell off her now before any---
Sakura hooked another leg to his back.
Half full or half empty? Heaven or hell? Naruto couldn't exactly decide which. In fact, he could barely think at all. Then, again, in these kinds of situation, shouldn't thinking just be classified as beyond overrated, beyond one's self-control?
Sakura sighed once more and shot out her arms, slinging them appendages over his neck.
Naruto's breath hitched, desperately convincing himself that he has to do the Right Thing. He has to peel her off him and wake her up properly like any gentleman would. He should not take advantage of Sakura's state even if it is practically begging for him to go—
Naruto's mental ramblings were summarily cut off by Sakura's succeeding actions. Still, unconscious, she caught him off guard as she rolled him over, making a snuggle pillow out of him. Her arms tightened around his neck, pulling his face towards the side of hers; her legs sliding from his waist to his thigh, capturing this appendage between two of her own. She purred, sounding like one very, very contented cat.
Naruto is completely aware that he has got to stop talking to himself and get his ass moving. In fact, if he has done so minutes ago, he would not have been in this compromising situation at all! How the hell does he get out of this one?
Then again…does he really want to? With one arm pinned down under the side of Sakura's waist, his neck held hostage by her arms, his one leg neatly tucked between the two of her own… Naruto had never felt more comfortable in his entire life. Sure there might be that twitchy little bulge in his pants, but since it had been there for the past 24 hours now, he hardly notices it anymore (no, mind you, he is not lying!).
Naruto has two options now. He could: a)savor this good feeling for the next 5 seconds and then force himself out of this cocoon, and then end up having a shouting match with Sakura to prove his innocence; or b) go out like a lamp, have the best sleep in his entire life, and then have a shouting match with Sakura the next morning.
He sighed. It's no contest really. Being a Gentleman Be Damned. This maybe his only chance to sleep with her, so, why waste it? He will just have to deal with whatever consequence there is to come in the morning.
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Read and review, neh?