Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Taking Your Life Back ❯ Sai (Equals) threat ( Chapter 12 )

Okay, even though the first line introduces him...Do my readers even know who Sai is? He's only in the manga so far, so you anime watchers, you might not understand. And do you manga readers know? I'm really wondering, because I only know a few people personally who even read the latest manga, up to chapter 325, is it? I can't WAIT TIL THE FILLERS END THURSDAY (Oct 5) THEN I CAN WATCH MY AKA-AKA-AKA-TSUKI! :3 -extremely happy Akatsuki fan girl- I can't wait for Deidara yeah...I'm sorry if this AN is confusing XD But I'm so excited!!!

 

So, for those who don't know (Since I've never put him in a fic before), Sai is the team 7 replacement for when Sasuke leaves...I hope you are all by that point atleast D: No matter. Anyway, he is obsessed with Naruto's dingaling, thinks Sasuke is whore for going with Orochimaru, and totally thinks Sakura is ugly XD We all know Sai has the hots for Naruto, no sense in hiding it. I'm kidding. I'm anti NaruSai D: Well...WHATEVER.

 

ENJOY THIS LAME LIME I SMASHED INTO THIS FANFICTION XD Eeeh. I could have done better...Wait for the next one! It's going to be the bomb, YO!

 

So...Warning for the SasuNaru make-out scene there. Enjoy!

 

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“...My name is Sai,”

 

His emotionless voice left the entire class silent, while I watched him with narrow eyes. Tall, lean, black hair, presumably black eyes, if he would open them for once, defined lips, faded muscle lines, pale, pale, skin...

 

Reminds you of someone else...?

 

He swaggered over to me, slender feminine hips swishing with every step...He sat beside me, and from my propped elbow with a fist at my chin, I snarled quietly. He smiled.

 

“What's your name?” he asked innocently. I decided to play along.

 

“...Naruto Uzumaki,” I answered huskily, turning back to pretend to pay attention to Kakashi, as my teacher now seemed to be. I'm never up to date.

 

“I'd like to say it's nice to meet you, but you aren't very thrilled, I take it.”

 

Smug little...

 

I glanced over at him menacingly, and he smiled a smile of full lips.

 

“...Mm. Your eyes seem really small, the way you're glaring at me...I bet they're the same size as your dick.”

 

I smashed my fist against the table and stood up quickly, glaring daggers of burning fiery hatred at this guy. My clenched teeth were grinding together near painfully, my hand aching slightly from its impact.

 

The whole class was silent. Sasuke watched me from across the room with interest.

 

“...Is there a problem, Uzu-kun?” Kakashi purred out. I shuddered. Ick...Pedophiles...

 

“...No, Kakai-sensei,” I muttered angrily, a smile still plastered with fakeness on his face. I took a seat, scooting away lightly. Kakashi only shrugged and sighed contently before returning to the lesson, the class returning to its chatter after a slow moment, and Sasuke remaining attentive. His narrow eyes watched everything about me and Sai, and I doubt Sai would catch on either.

 

I pouted with an angry flushed face, mumbling obscenities under my breath. He just watched with curiosity, light slivers of ebony eyes were all that were seen.

 

“...You're quite sensitive in that subject, aren't you?” he cooed. I shook with anger, clenching my fists.

 

“...Who WOULDN'T be, you sick fuck?” I whispered with rage. He giggled...GIGGLED.

 

“...Oho, I see...So...It really is true?” his hand shot out for my crotch, but I brought my knees up quickly, only to kick him harshly in the thigh. He didn't even flinch, and maybe his smile got even bigger. I gagged.

 

Holy FUCK.

 

“Don't fucking TOUCH ME,” I cried out a little louder than I intended. Sasuke frowned, and Kakashi turned fully toward me. I jolted to straighten my back, staring widely at him.

 

“...Uzu-kun, if you have problems with Sai, take it outside. Take this time to NOT disturb my class, Hn?”

 

I growled but nodded, standing to empty ourselves out into the hallway. Sai trailed merrily until we closed the door. He was only a few inches taller than me, the pervert. And it was then that the statement was confirmed, pushing me against a wall harshly, fingers clenching at the collar of my shirt to hold me down. I grimaced but stood my ground.

 

“...Want to start something, Naruto-kun?” he whispered. I jerked in his grasp kicking him a few times.

 

“NO, you ass, YOU were the one trying to feel me up!” my rage was near unquenchable. His fists shook me.

 

“...Anyone with such a tiny thing in his pants would try for better...Like me, mine's bigger than yours,” he echoed. I growled loudly.

 

“You sick fuck, is that all this is about? Is a penis your favorite thing to talk about, much less mess with?”

 

“You should be talking faggot, the way that pansy-assed black haired boy looks at you. You two have had sex haven't you?”

 

I was shaking again. This time, I felt near helplessness, though that really wasn't the case. Just the fact that he had the nerve to insult Sasuke like that, had me wanting to chew his head off. Just the fact that he thought he KNEW what was going on between us, how he could possibly just snap his fingers and ah, he figures it out. Were we that easily readable, or was he only assuming? I had never wanted for it to get out, that I had Sasuke take me, love me, and kiss me. All of that was meant for a secret, and if this stupid asshole revealed it, all of that would be gone, and I'd ruin everything for both myself, and Sasuke. I wasn't playing anymore; this was going down the wrong way. I took a deep breath without his notice, rage sill shaking through me. I grasped his wrists tightly, making his skin turn deathly white with pressure.

 

“What the FUCK is wrong with you? You haven't even been at this school for ten minutes and you're already trying to get your ass kicked. I don't know where you got that fucked up idea, but I hate Sasuke's guts more than I could EVER hate yours, so stop dreaming. If he's as gay as you think, why don't you go harass him instead? You are such a fucked up perverted jack-”

 

Pale lips devoured mine, a hand grabbing at my crotch.

 

From the shock, I could barely understand what was happening.

 

His hands weren't at my collar now, obviously, with one at my groin and the other to my hair, sliding digits through blonde strands as his warm lips moved sensually. Getting a hold of my head, I fisted my hands and punched him off so hard; he actually fell onto his back. I loomed over him angrily, now shaking from anger...And fear. Yes, fear. I didn't know I was so vulnerable, the way everyone has been taking advantage of me as of lately. I clenched my teeth, and he looked at me silently, big ebony tinted blue eyes staring up at me for the first time. He even had the same eyes as Sasuke...

 

“...You want to start something with me, fine. I can take you out like a light...But don't you ever think you can start something like that, you fuck. Touch me like that again, and I swear you will want to die by the time I'm done with you...” I whispered with animosity. I turned to leave and he followed my movements, shifting lightly on the floor with a smile.

 

“...You really are tiny-”

 

A kick to the ribs can sure shut anyone up; I would know. And oh, did he shut up...

 

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Walking back into the room, I immediately realized all eyes on me, and a certain pair trying to burn me alive. I turned to them, realizing he had moved to the seat closest to the door. He stood abruptly with anger, and only seconds later, the bell chimed furiously. Sasuke slung his bag over his shoulder before trudging past me without a word. I panicked, calling out his name to no avail. And as the entire room emptied, I was left alone with my perverted teacher, guilt stabbing at my eyeballs as he watched me with one visible eye and an arched eyebrow. He whistled and I shivered.

 

“...You got it bad!” he cried out. I glanced at him.

 

“...You heard?”

 

He shrugged. “Who didn't?”

 

I lowered my head shamefully.

 

“Oh, don't beat yourself up, Uzu-kun; Sasuke isn't one to be emotional like that anyway. Go catch him!” he egged me on as he turned to the chalkboard to write down notes. I gathered my things quickly into my arms and shuffled out the door.

 

“...Bye, Kakai-sensei...”

 

He smiled. “...No worries.”

 

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At this time, the hallways were packed with students with barely an inch of personal space for you to have. I jumped lightly to try and see past the crowd, and spotting that familiar patch of ebony jutted hair, I shoved my way toward him, echoing out “sorry” or excuse me” as I went. Some people pushed back, tripping me a few times. But tripping to fall over my feet would mean certain death, as in the middle of a stampede. But I kept edging my way through as politely and as quickly as I could, as the ebony head was moving away.

 

“Sasuke!!” I cried out to him. He didn't hear me. I tried again as I shoved my way through the mob.

 

“Sasuke, please!!” I saw him twitch with the word, so I knew he was listening. I was almost there too, when an elbow met me accidentally in the ribcage. I gasped loudly, startling a few people around me, and I clutched to the bruising area with a shaking hand.

 

“...Sasuke!!” I would have liked to yell at the guy with his damned elbow, but he was long gone. Sasuke's steps had slowed to a stop now, but he didn't look over at me. And so I said the thing I always say to him:

 

“...I'm sorry!!!!”

 

He twirled around on fast feet to grab me harshly by the arm and drag me along behind him. Being who he was, a path cleared open for him. He dragged me and dragged me until we came upon a secluded hallway where he pushed me against the wall, and I stared up at him with furrowed eyebrows.

 

“...I'm sorry!” I cried out again, but he just shook his head quickly.

 

“...Shut up and stop apologizing,” the deep toned voice whispered to me. His pelvis crashed against mine dramatically, and I cried out as I clutched onto his shirt. His boney hips were bound to cause a bit of bruising from that, but his hardness brought me to the brimming of pleasure. He grasped the inside of my knee, lifting it up to rest at his hip as he thrust against me. His mouth sucked harshly at my jugular vein, purple bruises appearing along his mouth's wicked trail. All the while, I clutched at his back weakly, squeezing my eyes tight when the pleasure took its course. He blew into my ear softly; his forceful movements making us rock back and forth.

 

“...Hate my guts, do you?” he whispered, licking the shell of my delicate ear. I gave out another cry, this more of a squeak, and tears formed lightly in my eyes.

 

“...Na...No!” I called out, and he in turn ground down harder. I shook as my stomach coiled. He blew lightly over the ear glistening with saliva, cooling it quickly.

 

“...Really? I thought you weren't gay like I am,” he answered. Tears fell quietly as I suppressed a shout of extreme enjoyment, his hands joining in the equation. His hand fished my flesh from my restraining pants as he did the same with his, rubbing them both together erotically. I bucked forward with a cry. He let a sigh escape.

 

“...Naa...ah! Sasu...Sasukeee!” I screamed out his name as I came over his hand and his own length, slowly softening from his own orgasm, while he merely grunted. He leaned into me, pulling a handkerchief from his abandoned bag to wipe our members and his hand clean of evidence before straightening me up. He rolled his head to my shoulder, and I to him.

 

“...I love you so much...” I whispered in his ear. He smirked with narrowed eyes in confirmation, strong pale hands clutching at my clothed thigh.

 

“...I'm sure you do,” he whispered back. I whined lowly.

 

“Atleast answer me for once.”

 

“...I do all the time. You're just too dense to notice,” he chuckled out as I kicked him lightly in the shin.

 

“Fine, I love you,” he cringed at the sound of his own voice, and I only started to laugh under my breath.

 

Later, the fact that we were being watched by big emerald eyes would come into play in a horrifyingly sad turn of events that would leave us all in misery before we even knew it.

 

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After deciding that the cafeteria was an ultimate no, trees could cause brain damage, and secluded classrooms could result in a good old fashioned fuck with a certain raven (Even though that is quite enjoyable at the right time and place), I was left with the roof. The door to it was located on the top floor of the building, the art room, carefully hidden by piles of easels. Throwing them to the side, I thrust the door open forcefully.

 

Shikamaru turned to me, as he was sitting over the edge, dangling his feet carelessly around 30 feet from the ground. I closed the door after me quickly, looking him over. He turned back to watching the clouds.

 

“...Sorry,” he echoed out painfully. I flinched in my walk over to him, but continued. I propped my elbows on the brick railing beside him, resting my chin over them. He didn't protest.

 

“...Don't be,” I said through my arms, “...You actually helped a lot.”

 

“Pfft,” he said, crossing his arms with furrowed eyebrows. I smiled lightly.

 

“It's true you know! Got us back together, didn't you? I wouldn't have gone back to him, if you hadn't called him, and you know that. I don't go back while I'm like that.”

 

“...Well I'm so glad I changed your mind and got you to cry.” He huffed. I blinked, but grinned like a cat.

 

“...That's what this is about?”

 

With his flushed face and silence, I burst out laughing, clutching my stomach for all it's worth. I was losing my breath fast.

 

“Shut up!” was his girlish answer, face beet red. I wiped a tear from my eye as one last laugh left my lips.

 

“Ah, Shika, you're so awesome,” I giggled out, trying to hold it in.

 

“...It's not funny, man...” he answered with as much sternness as one could get from him, and I stopped quickly, looking up at his furrowed brow. Shortly, I lowered my head.

 

“...Sorry, Shikamaru...” but he only punched me in the arm like best friends do.

 

“...Just don't do it again...Okay?” he said quietly, turning his eyes toward the clouds. I did the same, a bright and true smile on my lips.

 

“...I'll try...”