Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Sassychan ❯ Chapter 7: Nocturnal Changes ( Chapter 7 )

Author's Notes:

Hi! Got my Sassychan notebook now. :) Yey! Too sleepy. Had an interview. Haven't gotten the results yet. I sound like a broken pornograph record...but this is just the way I sound when I only have an hour's worth of sleep.

DISCLAIMER:

I wish I am Hinata/Sakura. So in that way I could somehow "own" Naruto-kun. Yes I am sick. Thanks. I do not own Naruto.

Sassychan

by Boyarina

Chapter 7: Nocturnal Changes

Sasuke groaned, then immediately blanched when he heard again that deep, sultry and yet womanly sound that he seemed to be producing for the whole day. His head is paining him, feeling as though something rammed him over and over again with a hammer on every side of his head. He had been definitely knocked out cold, but was strangely left unharmed. Aside from his throbbing skull, nothing appears to be broken.

Doing a quick survey of his surrounding, he found himself on a patch of dry land, with Kabuto lying a few feet away--snoring like there is no tomorrow. Night is slowly coming and judging by the setting of the sun, it's about 6-6.30 pm.

Where are those damn horses? Sasuke thought , struggling to sit-up. Finally, he managed to plant a hand behind him (to keep himself from falling back to his prone position) whilst the other hand is holding his head, fearing that under this massive amount of pain that he is in, it might just topple off.

With his head in mid-air, he could better hear the sounds around him (the ground was amplifying the dull thud of his head when he was lying down, tuning out everything else in the background). The rush of stream that he hadn't heard before came to his ears, reminding him of personal hygiene that he hadn't attended to yesterday and today, plus the urgent need to relieve himself.

Divested of his usual swagger, Sasuke waddled his way to Kabuto's side and nudged the man with his foot.

"Hey."

Kabuto's body rolled from side to side, groaning as though to indicate that he, like Sasuke, is alive and well enough (or so it seems)

"Uchiha-baasan...", Orochimaru's right-hand man mumbled.

Sasuke's brows furrowed. With the way Kabuto said his last name--punctuating each and every syllable as though every one of them is abomination--one would think that the silver-haired man either finds his family name distasteful or that Sasuke had done something so ungodly that Kabuto came to the point of tagging granny to his last name.

Which of curse he didn't know what. He was knocked out, for Kami's sake! Plus, if Kabuto is indeed referring to him, calling him baasan is just plain unreasonable and mean.

Snarling under his breath, Sasuke glanced down at the man, eyes tempered with such cold unyielding hatred that it came as a surprise to him Kabuto was NOT encased in a block of ice, preserving him for centuries on end.

Kabuto-san doesn't have the smidgen of right to call him obaasan because he is not a girl in the first place. More so, he is barely seventeen years old--which means he hasn't yet passed that crucial stage of no longer being a teenager.

Really, would you call that old?

To place it mildly, SAsuke is downright pissed off, not only because he had proven it in his head that Kabuto's DEAD WRONG, but also because the man inadvertently divested him of daylight time he could have utilized so he could see to his hygienic needs.

Normally, SAsuke would just brush his anger aside, preserving his calm exterior. But in the absence of prying eyes, Sasuke took his sweet time to dramatically raise a shaking fist into the air thinking that a direct punch on the nose will set Kabuto straight.

"Omae wa--" Sasuke's threat was cut short even before it actually came to a fruitition--ending in this unnaturally high squeak. His anger was dashed and crushed by this single feeling of trepidation when he heard his voice a pitch higher and when his forearm brushed a soft protrusionon the region of his chest.

Oh God! Not again!

Sasuke squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself back to his male body. Drawing out the three-dimensional picture of his body, he mentally placed each and every single male body part on the places where they should be.

The illusion was shortly shattered however, when he made the mistake of moving his arm. The protrusions of his chest jiggled a bit (he would not call them breasts, he refuse to call them breasts--he would notdue to his movement.

A feeling of pure repugnance swept through him. He shot to his feet, clamping his legs together to find out if that one part that remained before is still there. It had been there before so why not? Right? Right?

His heart started to race and his breath hitched. Crossing one foot over the other, Sasuke pressed his legs closer than is humanly possible. He wanted to be certain; he wants to know if he is irrevocably correct.

But...

It's not there...

Not there...

Not...

He screamed (like a girl).

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Muserella: I kinda like the way Sasuke right now...equipment-less...teehee...

Inspirational Stuff:

"You are part of the puzzle of someone else's life.

You may never know where you fit, but others will fill the holes in their lives with pieces of you.

So, if you ran out of reasons to live, remember that someone else's life may never be complete without you in it."