Hello LOVLIES!
Title: Accurate Thinking
Rated: M
Summary: Those should know that getting lost in thought while walking can lead to an unexpected outcome.
Disclaimer: Well, since Sasuke and Naruto fuck like rabbits. C'mon MasaSHE, lets screw;)
Uhm, I was kidding?...(runs from hearing low chainsaw noises.)
Finally, I write something that isn't retarded. ARENT YOU PROUD OF ME?!
Well, I'm proud of myself. I didn't think I would actually get around to writing something before Easter, because I kept pushing it off. Ugh, I hate yard work.
My nose is pierced. As of last Saturday aha. I'm also 15! As of last Sunday…
AND OMFG!! This is stupid to be getting excited over, but I watched the 51-52 Shippuden episode, And when Sasuke was inside of Naruto talking to the Kyuubi or whatever, The Kyuubi's like "Don't kill Naruto, You'll live to regret it."
I did my SasuNaru dance. Hells yes.
Sasuke is a dick. Stupid dick face. ANYWAYS! ON WITH THE STORY!! (it starts in Naruto POV.)
Accurate Thinking.
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I was obsessed.
It wasn't a normal obsession either. A horrible obsession over something un-reachable. An obsession over a certain...male.
I never had anything against people's orientations. Its not like it was my business, and hopefully, it never would've been. I didn't see the problem in dating the same sex either, but I never really thought about it. I kept my mind attached to other things.
Problem being, I had nothing else to occupy my head. So thoughts of my secret obsession reigned over me.
It tore me apart. Ripping the very flesh of my being, for all it was worth. He was unreachable, untouchable, un-mine.
Is that even a word?
I attempted to start on a diary. Something to talk to, er...write to, when the thoughts became too much to bear. Keeping a diary would've been a bad choice, flipping through pages of thoughts I left behind on previous days. I would then have the urge to re-read everything I had written, pushing past thoughts into my head where current thoughts were residing.
It was a confusing obsession. That was another problem.
I couldn't remember anything I was doing when he came around. His presence cleared my head, well...almost. Cleared, meaning he was all I could think about. At any given moment, my brain just shut itself down. It was like constipation, in brain form. My brain couldn't seem to shit out things I didn't want in it.
Now onto problem: NUMERO TRES.
Did I spell that right?
He was gorgeous. Most wanted male in all of Konoha. Had about 7 fan clubs, each consisting of at least 3,000 girls.
3,000. What a large frikin' number...
And that led to another thought of mine; did they love him the way I did?
Could they ever match up to this feeling I get when I'm around him?
The answer was no. I don't think any girls obsession could compete with mine. I grew up with this male; he had always been my everything. Would always be my everything, no doubt about it.
Or at least, that's what I'm hoping for...
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I had a problem.
It wasn't a normal problem either. A horrible problem that's solution was something un-attainable. A problem concerning a certain...dobe.
I had never thought about my orientation. I didn't really care. No woman had ever caught my eye, and guaranteed no woman ever would. I also didn't think about the fact that I would fall in love with a male. That's what lead to occupying myself with other things.
That didn't last long. So my problem constantly came back to me, shining on what little hope I had lying somewhere inside of that heart thing.
It annoyed me to no end. Penetrating my mind when I needed to think most. He was something that would never think anything of me.
I'm getting ahead of myself.
I attempted a video journal. It was like talking to myself, when no one else would listen. Seeing as how that didn't work, because I constantly had the urge to re-watch my videos. I actually wanted to remember these fantasies that preoccupied my mind during most hours of my life. Giving me two problems to deal with, one concerning another...head that didn't think correctly, and acted of its own accord.
Ahem...
My problem had a problem of its own. He was a terrorist.
No, he didn't blow up peoples houses because they were from a different planet or some shit like that. He attacked my mind with a weapon of his own, giving me no room to think of anything other than him, bringing problem two up once again to say hello. Literally.
Unbelievably, he too was a wanted male. Unfortunate for him, he was a wanted male by other males. A female fan club was unknown of in Konoha for the astonishing boy, for an unexplained reason.
Too many goddamn U's.
Yet I wondered. Did anyone think of my dobe the same way I did?
Did they actually love him? Or did they only want his innocence?
I do both. I love the dobe, this is for sure, but I also want that ass of his.
He would always be my dobe. Regardless of all the fights, and insults we constantly seem to throw back at each other.
Or at least, that's what I'm hoping for...
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A male on top of another male.
A sight to behold truly, seeing as how the bodies of those very males belonged to none other than Uzumaki Naruto, and Uchiha Sasuke.
Both seemed to lost in thought to contemplate that they needed to be paying attention to where they were walking, or the people walking in front of them. Thus led to them both running into each other, and falling to the ground.
Uchiha on top of the blonde.
His bulge was all to obvious, and the blonde was blushing so hard he was creating a bulge himself without noticing.
Their bodies seemed plastered together. So close that if one was to move, some sort of pleasurable friction would be caused in lower areas of both males.
They stared at each other for a while. It was like they were silently reading the others mind.
Shortly after, Naruto clasped Sasuke's hand, and they poofed out of public view.
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Or at least, that's what I'm hoping for...
Ah, the depth of friendship.
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END!
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