#ok let's put the kyuubi in water

[beatriceportinari]

Kelpie Kyuubi

[rambeautan]

There’s nothing wrong with this crush?

AO3 Link : http://archiveofourown.org/works/11855313 Sasuke Fem Naruto AU shorts. One shots as some calls it. Various short stories revolving around sasnar and no continutity between chapters unless stated. I'll put some synopsis where needed. Their age in these chapters/ stories ranges from 12 to 32. Some chapters will be edited along the way for clarity, fluffiness and self satisfaction so expect a lot of changes the next time you reread them,

I wanted a home for all my sfn sasnar one shots. Like i have ideas all the time and publishing just one shots as a story seems lonely, so here's a collection until the end of my fanfiction writing career.

Chapter One : There’s nothing wrong with this crush? ------------------------------------------------------------- There’s nothing wrong with constantly being head over heels with boys you just met, Sakura told Naruto. It’s normal, Ino said. But never confess, Hinata stressed. Being sixteen and always in love Naruto didn't quite heed her friends advices all the time and that costed her a reputation. She confessed that she liked Sasuke to her best friends and someone else heard. “How dare she dream of Sasuke-senpai as her boyfriend, she’s not that on par with him in the looks department. He’s the prince, she a pauper,” Megumi told Naruto while they warmed up for a netball match. It’s not Megumi’s own words but of another junior, someone who heard Naruto's confession. That foul mouthed person and Megumi were Naruto’s junior by three years. “I heard she said it over the long table at recess. I almost choked on my nasi lemak, but actually the nasi lemak ended up on her lap and my cup of milk chocolate on her hair, Kushina-sensei made me clean the table after the fight. I can’t stand when they belittle you. I told Kushina-sensei but she said I should be the bigger person in such cases, even if the one insulted is her own daughter.” Naruto sighed, now her mother a disciplinary teacher and the Form One Supervisor also knew about her crush. But that was the least of her worries as her mother had always been open minded about such things. She wiped away the sweat trickling down her forehead and then her fingers trailed on her faint scars on her cheek, the result of an unfortunate accident a decade ago. Three horizontal scars on each cheek which earned her the nickname…

“Kyuubi, game’s starting. Let’s go,” Sakura her teammate urged. The fourth formers were having a friendly netball match with the second formers and as Naruto slid a headband over her head to keep further sweats away, she glanced at Megumi who had moved away to her team’s side of court, she shouted. “Tell me more later! Right now, head on the game.” Naruto breathed deeply and waited for everyone to take their places on the netball court. She shoved the gossip aside and concentrated on the game. There’s nothing she could do to shut the gossips down, nor the negative comments strangers threw around about her. They were taking things too seriously, not that Sasuke would ever think of her as more than a schoolmate. He’d never be more than to her, and they weren't even friends. It started at thirteen, four years ago when she was in Form One, Sasuke saw Naruto and told her that she had her school skirt tucked in the back of her panties when she took off her coat upon entering the class. At the time Naruto was really thankful that someone actually cared to tell her, usually people would just talk behind her back except for her childhood friends, Sakura and Hinata. She was not close to the rest of her batch until senior year when she was much more courageous in speaking her mind and breaking the ice.

Since then Naruto had placed Sasuke on a pedestal, boys have always been awkwardly awful to her including Sasuke during her early years. But he never talked to her and usually ignored her after that day, and from then on he only spoke to her about school until they transferred classes earlier this year. Sasuke entered the Science stream class while Naruto chose the Art stream class with her posse of close friends. During senior years, of form four and five teenagers mature a little so schoolmates were no longer evil to Naruto but when it came to liking Sasuke but the other students especially in the lower forms were horrendous and vicious in their comments regarding it. The netball match continued on and Naruto managed to defend the goal as needed, but as soon as the finishing whistle sounded her eyes swooped onto a figure she saw sitting far off on the bleachers. She hadnt’t noticed him earlier as she was engrossed in the game. She usually don’t regard the spectators as her friends rarely stay back for friendly matches since they all have part time jobs in the evenings. This was only one of the warm up matches before they train for the regional championship later in the year. Megumi patted Naruto on the back, “You ok, senpai?” She frowned at the gaping mouth of her senior whose eyes were watching something other than their cheering teammates and solemn rival. The usual spectators were their new players who came to train after the match so Naruto staring at them was odd. Maybe Naruto was saddened by the gossip Megumi thought, suddenly she became a little apologetic about relaying the gossips today. She should have waited to tell Naruto during a more relaxed moment, but she hadn't been able to meet Naruto on another time apart from during netball training and matches. She didn't live in the hostels unlike Naruto. “Ah.. yes, definitely” Naruto said. She quickly took of her soaked headband and tucked it into her shorts’ pocket. “Here’s some water! INCOMING!” Sakura shouted from afar as Naruto caught the bottle of water in her hand and turning towards Megumi. She grinned, downed a quick gulp of water and screwed the bottle cap close back. “I am not affected by them nor the comments, anyway great game. I need to meet someone now, excuse me.” She patted Megumi’s shoulder and moved away towards her teammates. Naruto quickly shook hands and hugged her teammates and juniors before moving on to the spectators, she high fived some teammates and nodded to her seniors who had taken time off study to support them, all while wading her way through an air of awkwardness towards the unexpected spectator. Not that anyone needed to have an invitation to be here in the evening,  way past school hours which ended 3 hours ago. “Hey, thanks for coming.” Naruto said as Sasuke still sat on his seat quite far away from the crowd sitting near the court. “Great game, the soccer coach said I should start supporting the school’s other team like they do ours,” Sasuke said as if he had always been on casual speaking term with Naruto. Naruto raised her brows and leaned against the chairs a few seats away. “Alone?” The most popular sport with the highest spectators were the soccer games so Naruto could understand Sasuke’s reason. But he was alone and she never saw him anywhere alone. There were always his teammates who were all his classmates flanking him around anywhere on school so him being alone was strange. “Kiba and Chouji got part time jobs, but I just quit mine. My mother wanted me to concentrate on studies, first and foremost, but I told her sports helped in the long run. So here I am doing sports.” “I’m sorry about the gossips,” Naruto said. She thought them being alone far away from the school would be an ideal time to straighten things between them. “I am sure girls liking you feels normal, not like I am that into you,” she continued. Sasuke stood abruptly and his hands quickly tucked into his pockets. “Gossips are cheap, you should try asking the source. I don’t mind anyone liking me, especially if it’s you.” “Eh?” Naruto was taken aback by Sasuke’s revelation, she didn't see this coming. “So nothing awkward here?” Naruto dumbly asked, she needed confirmation. “No…. YES! I mean, no.” Sasuke spun around and heaved before he turned around again with one hand flailing in the air. “I’m sorry about the gossips, I should have done this a year ago.” “Do what?” “Have dinner with me this weekend,” Sasuke blurted these words so fast that Naruto thought that he might mean to say something else. “Uh? Dinner?” Playing dumb was her immediate reaction whenever Naruto was taken by surprise. “I liked you for years now, but we’re students now so I thought maybe later. But when the gossips turned vicious, when it touches on physical features you can't help have… And they are wrong about me, I am not a prince, I’m just me.” Naruto’s hand unconsciously stroked one of her scars while Sasuke’s eyes followed her hand’s movement. “I want to set the record straight. So, are you free?” Naruto blinked at Sasuke, she was going home this weekend back to her guardian’s home about an hour from here. So might as well have lunch with him on the way home. But Naruto still felt confused so she asked, “Is this just about sympathy?” She had seen plenty of people sympathizing her for her scars, could Sasuke be one of them? “No, I like you, I really like you for you. We should send some gossips to the guillotine. This can be discussed later.” It took sometime for Naruto to reflect on the meaning of guillotine before she grinned and blushed. “Sure,” Naruto blinked as Sasuke smiled and relaxed. Both his hands out of his pocket and a  hand reached out for a handshake. “I’m Uchiha Sasuke and I would like to bring you to lunch, or dinner, whichever you prefer?” --------------------------------------- Author’s note : I'm using my country's school system. Form one to Form Five is ages 13 to 17, so Form One is 13, Form Two is 14, Form 3 is 15, Form 4 is 16 and Form 5 is 17. We do have fasttrackers who enters Form One at at 12 and Form 5 younger than 17.

[s-asuke]

SasuSaku Month 2017 - Day 3 - Chemistry

SasuSaku Month 2017 – Day 3 – Chemistry AU in which the Hyuuga were somehow infected / harmed by Kaguya and their Byakugan is weakened. Yuuno Hyuga is an OC. I think Bout this becoming a multi-chap story. If you would like it to become one, send me a request, PM or just simply reply to this post!! Feedback is love!! Warnings: mild nsfw (Sasu's thirsty ass is my thirsty ass ok) "Sometimes you just gotta relax, yeah? And we have so many missions lately, so just being at the onsen with you, Sai and Sakura-chan would be ideal, watcha think?" His favorite moron was waing four golden-lined cards at him, his Sharingan nearly wanting to shoot a few black flames at the annoying cards. Ah, destiny was so cruel. Naruto Uzumaki just told him that the Rokudaime has ordered Sasuke, and the rest of the Team 7, to go to hot springs and relax. Fucking impossible, Sasuke ponders, all the while staring at the jelly he was supposed to eat. "C'mooon, teme, it would be pretty good for us! We haven't had a vacation since the war!" Sasuke doesn't say anything to the comment that jabs his heart. "Naruto, don't be an idiot. We have a lot of work. And just because I healed Neji, and the main family does not mean we can lay back and relax!" Naruto's cheerful expression visibly falls, but gets back up quick, not minding Sasuke's stern demeanor. His strict, grayish eyes, color watered down by tiredness, stare at the blue, whose are nearly scared? Sasuke softens, recognizing the fear that Naruto's orbs held – the aftermath of war was almost as terrifying as the war itself. Kaguya cast a rather potent jutsu that manifested quickly – a month after the war. Only Byakugan users were in danger – and so it seemed only a Sharingan could heal them. Which made Sasuke get out of the prison pronto, since not even Tsunade could heal this one. Their discovery of his possibly life-saving kekkei genkai was made with a help of the most revolting person. Orochimaru edo-tenseied Madara Uchiha, the only Uchiha privy to all nooks and crannies of any doujutsu. The man had a few exausting, snarky and sarcastic sessions with Sasuke – having only heard of the issue in legends and myths of his clan. At last with much bitching (they just had to summon Hashirama so he'd calm the man down, he didn't hear the end of it) Sasuke was explained with much emotional pain from Madara's side how the only special ability he had ever seen to a Mangekyou Sharingan were the ones the user could develop aside the original three; ones like Kamui and his younger brother Izuna's Healing eye, which could heal and nurture any kind of disability and disease. The only irony laying in the predicament of him not being able to heal himself. Madara said that on a whim, it could cause people to even lose memory, and since those abilities were all passed down to Sasuke by blood. Madara was very well acquainted with what Sasuke could do (he seen it in war and he had a peek at the family tree). "Hmph." The rowdy haired man would note, Sharingan passing over the scrolls. "What," Sasuke became rather impatient as of now. "It says here, that you are related to Obito Uchiha." "And?" Sasuke hides his annoyance by the fact. "That means you are related to me, too." Dead serious, Madara waits for a reaction from the younger Uchiha. "His grandmother was my illegitimate daughter. I didn't know she existed until I met Obito. And that, Sasuke, means," he traces the line that intwines with other Uchiha, passes crossings and other details until it lands on Fugaku Uchiha, "that you are my great-great-great, many greats, grandchild. Did someone from the clan continue with a specific powerful Mangekyou Sharingan?" Sasuke answers quickly, leaving no room for any remark,"Father had a Mangekyou. He was hiding it, so the clan wouldn't force him to use it to control the Kyuubi." "Only a weak leader would allow his followers to dictate him. That's straight-out moronic." Ignoring Madara and his own clear bout of rage, Sasuke continues. "There was also Shisui of the Teleportation, he had an amazing Body Flicker Tehnique, and only Ita- my brother could match him in genjutsu. He also had a particular tehnique which he had done with his Mangekyou, Kotoamatsukami, he could manipulate a person's mind and make it seem as if the decisions he would implant in their brain were their own. My brother had a Mangekyou, and had extraordinary abilities even as a young boy. That's all." "Ooh. Would you look at that; Shisui was Kagami's boy. I bet that he inherited the Amatsukami from him. Or a variation thereof. It doesn't matter, even if the kid would be interesting to fight," Madara muses, fingers languidly passing the scrolls, ignoring Sasuke's questioning gaze. "Is your brother the one who slaughtered the entire clan with Obito's help and joined Akatsuki?"asks without raising his head from the scroll. "Aa." Sasuke's dry remark doesn't put Madara off, and Sasuke was prepared to talk about uncomfortable things. "Interesting." It's silent for a bit, and then he asks something very weird. "What about your mother? Mikoto Uchiha? Did she awaken her Mangekyou?" "Hn. I have no knowledge of such a thing." "I suspect that she has." "And how did you come to such a conclusion?" Sasuke is sceptic, but Madara mentions nothing of it. "This person, Naori Uchiha, is related to her through here, and she also has the blood of my mother's sister. My mother had a great fighting power, and I even suspect she has awakened her Mangekyou before me. Your mother had a healing prowess or something?" "Not that I know of." "Very well then. I am about to teach you a very taxing healing technique, assuming that Orochimaru has taken my eyes post-war." "How can you assume such a thing?" "It's too great of a power for him to possess, at this point. He has my Rinnegan, probably both. Since they have mutated and I am dead, I have no use for them. You will absorb them rather simply: like you do jutsu. Then come back here since we have no time to waste." "Sasuke. I am... grateful. You know I am. But..." "Ugh, fine! I will come!" "Yas! I knew you would admit defeat, 'ttebayo!" Naruto shouts triumphantly, pumping his fist in the air, shoving Sasuke sideways in the process. "HEY! NARUTO!" "Heh, heh, sorry, Sasuke..." "You will be!" = It's a lonely night, as always, in the small complex Sasuke lives in. He is plagued by thoughts – a thing far more terrifying than any jutsu. Breathes in. Out. In again. Numerous times just thinking about the action... and the house feels vastly big and lonely... Somebody's voice he wishes to hear, somebody's heartbeat he wants to sleep on... he despises himself for it, but his dreams just aren't safe when he doesn't sense another person breathing, fighting, yielding, relaxing, dreaming, sighing, saying, 'Sasuke-kun, did you put away the food? The bread will go stale if you don't...', voice like a ring, small and everpresent, orbiting around him like a navigated fireball, the kind his mother liked to show him and Itachi when they were kids. "Sasuke Uchiha-san." From his sofa in the living room, he can hear them: two ex-ANBU, now Jounin, looking to take him to the Hokage's. He doesn't expect himself to be so fast as he readied his clothes and his headband, a wave of nostalgia shooting through him as his chakra flares. They are there quickly – Kakashi's silent and tired silhouette welcoming them wearily, Sasuke finding the literal sunshine emanating off the people awaiting annoying. And, well, endearing. Sakura's pink, now slightly longer hair that is the lead role in his wildest dreams and nightmares is in a braid, the toned muscle she has covered by a thin summer dress, no trace of her headband. The summer dress was so light and tight, it made him want to sallivate. "Here he is, all ready for a mission. Didn't I tell you we might have some problems with him, Kakashi-sensei?" "Well you must have mentioned," the silver-haired Hatake smirks underneath the mask, favoring the presence of his former students plus Sai. Naruto's comments are only natural to Sasuke, so he gives no reaction. "Naruto, this is a mission, after all. A mission of you four relaxing!" Good-naturedly putting his hands on his hips as he stands up from his chair, Kakashi looks over each of them. "Sai doesn't even know what the word vacation means... Sasuke thinks it's a tropical animal probably. God knows you need one, Sakura... and as for you, Naruto..." trailing off, as if not knowing whether he is finding a good word or not, he coughs up a bile,"we all know you deserve one." "Hurrah!" Loud exclamating of the blonde moron positively burst Sasuke's eardrums, he wonders what did he do to deserve this. But, in a second, he doesn't like the answer to the question. "Sakura-chan, Sai, Sasuke! Let's go to the hot baths and have a vacation like never before!" = Somehow, Sasuke is content. The futons they sleep on in the beautifully furnished inn are warm and comfortable, and he only remembers that the comfort of his own bed could rival it. So why does he fucking avoid it like plague? Because he is already plagued. Shit got real the night he finally realized that Sakura's hair is the softest fucking thing, that she reads him like a book, knowing how he breathes, all the things he hates (there's too many), how he doesn't like to eat ramen if it isn't with Dobe, or her. How he can't tolerate his eyes being nearly boiled out of his skull while Hyuga fucking Yuuno is worried about her ponytail. The utmost respect and damn near adoration for her skill and passion for medical ninjutsu, loyalty to the quite annoying person who has taught it to her, and all the nights he would make his small patrols to find her under the light of a candle, reading yet another scroll on headaches and how to remedy those caused by Rinnegan of all things, and it's their little secret. There is the second type of plague. When he can't stop thinking about how warm her eyes are, and how aflame they would be if he just sucked on her most secret place, there, in the crook of her inner things, and he would sigh, because she'd be all warm and wet and- Crap. He earned himself a hard-on. He thought of her as a specific kind of medication one couldn't take a little more than just prescribed, because if they did – he would be addicted. Like the heady scent of chemicals – so inviting, but capable of doom. He would take not the prescribed amount – he would take so much his doctor would scream at him to stop. And he would like to make her scream soon.