Summary:
Sakura is scheming up a diabolic plan to make Sasuke hers. Except her plan goes haywire and the impossible happens. Sasuke doesn't fall for her! Instead, he falls for the ecstatic and flamboyant girl Sakura indirectly brought to life (I know, I know: this sounds like something out of Frankenstein). This unfortunate girl is no other than our beloved Naruto! Naruto, much to his dismay, has become a gorgeous 'chick' after drinking a gender-switching potion intended for Sasuke. Find out what happens to Naruto as he, or rather she, attempts to come to terms with her new body and the pains of high heels, dresses and, yes, even her growing fondness for a particular dark-haired gennin.
Author's note:
To my dear cousin who has helped me so much in the unfathomable abyss I call the technological world, I am forever in your debt. As for this plotline it arose, in part, from you. I really didn't have any intentions of making this resemble your own fanfic called Femininity, but somehow it ended up as thus (to a slight degree). Hopefully you can forgive me.
To the readers:
Please realize that, although the scenario of Naruto becoming a girl is cliché, the specific idea of the effeminizing potion is my cousin's, firedaygon97. So please, don't report me to the cops!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
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The // is equivalent to three consecutive periods. In other words, a pause or an interruption.
Naru, My Love
Chapter 1: Diabolic, but Perfect
Sakura looked about the little room. A single sweeping glance covered its entire premise. The place was no bigger than a little cubicle, only large enough to house a small table and two stools. So, it seemed that she, 'Alice', had tumbled down a rabbit hole and was now doomed to face her tormentor, the Queen of Hearts. Except this Queen of Hearts was draped in a shabby, brown cloak and was grinning at her with a satanic smile. How did she manage to attract this type of people?
The old woman beckoned Sakura to take a seat and the poor girl, half frightened and confused, reluctantly took the opposing stool. From across her the cloaked figure tapped her cracked nails together and eyed Sakura intently as if assessing her character. Sakura fidgeted under the witch's intense gaze, but refused to lower her eyes. Witch or not no one was going to make her feel afraid. She was in control here, wasn't she?
The witch released a dry hackle that sounded more like a high-pitched squeak. Smiling fondly at Sakura she abruptly grabbed hold of her hands and held them in a death grip. Sakura struggled against her restrainer, but could not free herself.
"Stop struggling, child," the woman urged gently as she leaned closer until her lips were just above Sakura's left ear. "I know your secret. I know what you desire most. So why struggle? Let me // help you."
Sakura bit her lips and nodded mutely. The woman released another one of her trademark hackle, which was a mix between a hoarse laugh and a dry cough. Patting Sakura's hands gently, she released the girl and sat back in her seat. Closing her eyes slowly, she resumed the monotonous tapping of her fingers.
"There's someone // a young man // you want to // endear to yourself, isn't that right?" the witch whispered. Sakura nodded, transfixed.
"You wish he would look at you with as much love as you feel for him. You wish more than anything in the world that he could be yours?" the witch asked calmly. Again Sakura nodded.
"What price are you willing to pay for this // wish, child?" the old woman finally asked.
Sakura licked her suddenly dried lips and whispered: "anything." The witch eyed her warily as if assessing the credibility of her words before breaking into a toothy grin.
"Induced love can be very costly // " she added after some time. "Are you positive you can pay the price?"
"I'll give my life // " Sakura announced, only to have her brave declaration waved aside with a bemused smile.
"Child, if you only knew how many dimwitted girls had offered me that."
Sakura chose to ignore the comment. The witch smiled once more. Rubbing her temples wearily, as if she had suddenly developed a headache, the witch began murmuring quietly to herself.
"How about // " she began, "ten years of your life?"
Sakura's eagerly nodded her head. She would have agreed even if the witch had requested twenty.
"You didn't let me finish," the witch interrupted, dimming Sakura's happiness and re-igniting fear. "I want the ten best years of your life, the prime years. In other words, I want your youth."
Sakura's jaw dropped, but she managed to mouth the word 'why'.
"Why??" the witch screeched as if the answer was obvious. "No point in claiming the last years of your life, Sweetie. What would I do with those? I would rather take your youth and invest that on my fading beauty. Well, what do you say? Do you agree?"
Sakura chewed on her lips and blinked back unexpected tears.
"What will he think of me?" she finally choked out, "all old and haggard?"
The witch laughed wildly. "Silly child," she raved, "He'll be too blinded by his love for you to even know whether you're a man or a woman, much less what you look like. He'll be the most faithful of husbands, having eyes only for you. This I promise."
Sakura gulped and shook her head violently. "I can't," she whispered, "I just can't."
She turned away from the witch and headed for the entrance only to be halted by the woman's iron grip. Whipping her head around she found herself staring into fading grey eyes that were saturated with desperation. The woman's voice rose to an inhumanly high pitch, until she was practically wailing.
"Child // child," she keened, "surely we can negotiate. I'll take a step back, you take a step forward and we'll meet in the middle."
Seeing Sakura's perplexed look, the witch hastened to add: "It needn't be your ten best years. I'm perfectly happy with the following years after your prime. Say between the ages of 30-40?"
Sakura shook her head. "No deal. 40-50," she proposed.
The woman gnawed at her lips. "35-45" she pleaded, but Sakura would not budge an inch.
"Fine, fine!" the woman hollered in frustration, "You win. 40-50." Sakura resisted the urge to smile as she shook the woman's winkled hand firmly, sealing the deal.
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Strutting from the infamous rat hole of the village sorceress, Sakura hummed happily to herself as she swung a little bag by the hook of its strings. Within the bag were the demonic remains of an ancient shrine maiden who had once harnessed the power of twenty moon cycles and with that ethereal power had seduced more than a thousand men under her hypnotic spell // or so the witch had claimed. All Sakura needed to do was mix the dark ashes into some tea and have her beloved drink from the concoction. One sip and he, Uchiha Sasuke, would be heads over heels in love with her.
Sakura stopped abruptly in her tracks and released a devilish laughter that, unnervingly, resembled the witch's hackle. From across the street, several children stopped in the midst of playing and watched her pass. An eerie silence descended on the little group, as if their innocence had encountered for the first time a taste of the worst kind of evil, a teenage girl's unrestrained infatuation.
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Do you like? The first few chapters will be centered on Sakura, but I promise Naruto will quickly star, so please review!! (~_*)
Sakura is scheming up a diabolic plan to make Sasuke hers. Except her plan goes haywire and the impossible happens. Sasuke doesn't fall for her! Instead, he falls for the ecstatic and flamboyant girl Sakura indirectly brought to life (I know, I know: this sounds like something out of Frankenstein). This unfortunate girl is no other than our beloved Naruto! Naruto, much to his dismay, has become a gorgeous 'chick' after drinking a gender-switching potion intended for Sasuke. Find out what happens to Naruto as he, or rather she, attempts to come to terms with her new body and the pains of high heels, dresses and, yes, even her growing fondness for a particular dark-haired gennin.
Author's note:
To my dear cousin who has helped me so much in the unfathomable abyss I call the technological world, I am forever in your debt. As for this plotline it arose, in part, from you. I really didn't have any intentions of making this resemble your own fanfic called Femininity, but somehow it ended up as thus (to a slight degree). Hopefully you can forgive me.
To the readers:
Please realize that, although the scenario of Naruto becoming a girl is cliché, the specific idea of the effeminizing potion is my cousin's, firedaygon97. So please, don't report me to the cops!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
************************
The // is equivalent to three consecutive periods. In other words, a pause or an interruption.
Naru, My Love
Chapter 1: Diabolic, but Perfect
Sakura looked about the little room. A single sweeping glance covered its entire premise. The place was no bigger than a little cubicle, only large enough to house a small table and two stools. So, it seemed that she, 'Alice', had tumbled down a rabbit hole and was now doomed to face her tormentor, the Queen of Hearts. Except this Queen of Hearts was draped in a shabby, brown cloak and was grinning at her with a satanic smile. How did she manage to attract this type of people?
The old woman beckoned Sakura to take a seat and the poor girl, half frightened and confused, reluctantly took the opposing stool. From across her the cloaked figure tapped her cracked nails together and eyed Sakura intently as if assessing her character. Sakura fidgeted under the witch's intense gaze, but refused to lower her eyes. Witch or not no one was going to make her feel afraid. She was in control here, wasn't she?
The witch released a dry hackle that sounded more like a high-pitched squeak. Smiling fondly at Sakura she abruptly grabbed hold of her hands and held them in a death grip. Sakura struggled against her restrainer, but could not free herself.
"Stop struggling, child," the woman urged gently as she leaned closer until her lips were just above Sakura's left ear. "I know your secret. I know what you desire most. So why struggle? Let me // help you."
Sakura bit her lips and nodded mutely. The woman released another one of her trademark hackle, which was a mix between a hoarse laugh and a dry cough. Patting Sakura's hands gently, she released the girl and sat back in her seat. Closing her eyes slowly, she resumed the monotonous tapping of her fingers.
"There's someone // a young man // you want to // endear to yourself, isn't that right?" the witch whispered. Sakura nodded, transfixed.
"You wish he would look at you with as much love as you feel for him. You wish more than anything in the world that he could be yours?" the witch asked calmly. Again Sakura nodded.
"What price are you willing to pay for this // wish, child?" the old woman finally asked.
Sakura licked her suddenly dried lips and whispered: "anything." The witch eyed her warily as if assessing the credibility of her words before breaking into a toothy grin.
"Induced love can be very costly // " she added after some time. "Are you positive you can pay the price?"
"I'll give my life // " Sakura announced, only to have her brave declaration waved aside with a bemused smile.
"Child, if you only knew how many dimwitted girls had offered me that."
Sakura chose to ignore the comment. The witch smiled once more. Rubbing her temples wearily, as if she had suddenly developed a headache, the witch began murmuring quietly to herself.
"How about // " she began, "ten years of your life?"
Sakura's eagerly nodded her head. She would have agreed even if the witch had requested twenty.
"You didn't let me finish," the witch interrupted, dimming Sakura's happiness and re-igniting fear. "I want the ten best years of your life, the prime years. In other words, I want your youth."
Sakura's jaw dropped, but she managed to mouth the word 'why'.
"Why??" the witch screeched as if the answer was obvious. "No point in claiming the last years of your life, Sweetie. What would I do with those? I would rather take your youth and invest that on my fading beauty. Well, what do you say? Do you agree?"
Sakura chewed on her lips and blinked back unexpected tears.
"What will he think of me?" she finally choked out, "all old and haggard?"
The witch laughed wildly. "Silly child," she raved, "He'll be too blinded by his love for you to even know whether you're a man or a woman, much less what you look like. He'll be the most faithful of husbands, having eyes only for you. This I promise."
Sakura gulped and shook her head violently. "I can't," she whispered, "I just can't."
She turned away from the witch and headed for the entrance only to be halted by the woman's iron grip. Whipping her head around she found herself staring into fading grey eyes that were saturated with desperation. The woman's voice rose to an inhumanly high pitch, until she was practically wailing.
"Child // child," she keened, "surely we can negotiate. I'll take a step back, you take a step forward and we'll meet in the middle."
Seeing Sakura's perplexed look, the witch hastened to add: "It needn't be your ten best years. I'm perfectly happy with the following years after your prime. Say between the ages of 30-40?"
Sakura shook her head. "No deal. 40-50," she proposed.
The woman gnawed at her lips. "35-45" she pleaded, but Sakura would not budge an inch.
"Fine, fine!" the woman hollered in frustration, "You win. 40-50." Sakura resisted the urge to smile as she shook the woman's winkled hand firmly, sealing the deal.
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Strutting from the infamous rat hole of the village sorceress, Sakura hummed happily to herself as she swung a little bag by the hook of its strings. Within the bag were the demonic remains of an ancient shrine maiden who had once harnessed the power of twenty moon cycles and with that ethereal power had seduced more than a thousand men under her hypnotic spell // or so the witch had claimed. All Sakura needed to do was mix the dark ashes into some tea and have her beloved drink from the concoction. One sip and he, Uchiha Sasuke, would be heads over heels in love with her.
Sakura stopped abruptly in her tracks and released a devilish laughter that, unnervingly, resembled the witch's hackle. From across the street, several children stopped in the midst of playing and watched her pass. An eerie silence descended on the little group, as if their innocence had encountered for the first time a taste of the worst kind of evil, a teenage girl's unrestrained infatuation.
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Do you like? The first few chapters will be centered on Sakura, but I promise Naruto will quickly star, so please review!! (~_*)