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Underwear
Chapter 14: Confessions
by thatreevesgirl/Lemon Drops (both me)
“Are you going to read the damn thing to us or not, Sakura?” Tsunade asked impatiently.
Us? Sakura asked herself. What in the world did she mean by us?
Looking down at the scroll, and then up again, Sakura realized that stretched out before her was every single male villager in Konoha, as well as a few stragglers from Suna and Mist and other places she’d visited over the years. The worst part of the whole weird debacle was that single one of those men were dressed in only their underwear. Not a single shinobi was without a pair of boxers or briefs, though she did figure there were probably more than a few in the crowd with boxer-briefs on.
“Where am I? What am I doing here?” she asked quietly. She looked over at Tsunade with a pleading expression, but was only met with the cold expectations of her teacher.
A brisk breeze whipped over the stage area as the Hokage snapped at Sakura again, “Dammit Sakura, read the scroll.”
Why was it so damn cold? And what the hell was in this mysterious illogical scroll she was supposed to read from? Sakura tried to unroll it, but the seal was stuck. As the young kunoichi tugged on the seal, she got a glimpse of her body. Her long, uncovered legs and her bare arms—oh my, she was... Sakura wasn’t naked, she wasn’t. No, no, no, NO!
Words began to form on the scroll which had made no logical sense before. On it read, “Herein lies the rules of Konoha’s underwear club, all ye shall heed its message…” and then it drifted off into more nonsensical words.
The men in the audience started catcalling at her, hooting and hollering and whistling for her to “take it off, baby!” Sakura even recognized a few of the voices, then she saw their faces. In the front row was Kakashi, wearing those very naughty silk boxers from their swim. Naruto and Sasuke were a few rows back. Sai was to the right, Gaara to the left, and then Shikamaru, Kiba, Neji, Shino, Kankurou, Genma, Izumo, Yamato, Rock Lee, Gai, oh please, please made it stop. This is NOT what she wanted to be subjected to.
Finally, she looked down and took a hard look at her own body. She wasn’t completely naked, but she might as well have been. There was one very skimpy set of bra and underwear on her body, not another stitch of clothing in sight.
“Sakura-chan,” a voice purred from beside her. She was beginning to understand. The only time she ever heard that seductive version of Naruto was in her dreams. “Sakura-chan,” he murmured again, “Aren’t you going to read us the rules? I really, really,” and he did stress the word a lot, “Want to know what I can and can’t do to you.”
“The idiot’s right, you know,” a sultry, low voice told her, the one which belonged to one very sexy Uchiha jounin. “I want to know what I can do to you too.”
“Ah, my beautiful Sakura,” another voice whispered in a silky, but also slightly husky voice. “I want to know most of all, more than all these other men combined,” and with that all everyone else disappeared and she was surrounded by Kakashi, Naruto, and Sasuke.
“Sakura, don’t forget about us,” came another voice from behind her. In addition to Sai there was a shorter, lithe redhead standing with the group. When she looked down at Gaara he wasn’t even wearing…
-Beep-Beep-Beep-
There was a shrill sound of her alarm clock ringing in Sakura’s ears, but the only thing that really alarmed her were the perverse dreams she had been having about her teammates, and now the Kazekage. There must have been something sick and twisted in her head to dream such perverted things.
Grumbling to herself, Sakura turned over to slam her hand down on the snooze button, but instead came face to face with a certain troublemaking blond.
“N…Naruto?” she asked quietly, “What are you doing here?”
He laid a finger on her lips, signaling that he wanted her to be quiet. His arm fell silently back to his lap, and then his focus followed. Watching his own hands intently, Naruto thought for a moment, then reached and turned off the beeping alarm clock. “I wanted to apologize, Sakura,” he said quietly. “I know I was out of line.”
What struck her the most, was how Naruto looked truly regretful and apologetic. Unfortunately, that didn’t help his physical appearance that much, because his hair was mussed, his clothes were wrinkled, and he seemed exhausted. She wondered if he had been up all night.
Naruto was seated carefully at the edge of her bed, not too close, but near enough so he was able to reach over and stroke her head softly. Sakura wasn’t very pleased with him right now, but as his fingers tenderly weaved through her hair, she couldn’t stay completely pissed. It wasn’t the first time he’d snuck into her room to wake her up in the morning. All of Team Seven knew how to disarm the traps and snares in each other’s apartments. It was knowledge they trusted one another with.
“I wanted to tell you sorry about last night, and then we need to talk about something,” he murmured.
The entire memory of last night’s catastrophe washed over Sakura and she couldn’t help but growl an angry, “Naruto, did you have something to do with Rock Lee last night?” She already knew he had made her date at the restaurant go horribly awry, but she worried he had a hand in the even more annoying Rock Lee incident.
He didn’t explain or confess, Naruto just leaned down and gently kissed her forehead, “I’m sorry, Sakura-chan. I was really drunk. I lost track of myself, so I’m not really sure.”
“Why should I forgive you for what you did, Naruto?” she asked him bitterly.
“You don’t need to forgive me, not right this moment anyhow. I don’t really deserve your forgiveness, but you ought to get an apology.”
Why did he have to be such a big, sweet moron? She could never stay mad at him for very long. She huffed and was about to give him a familiar knuckle sandwich to the noggin, when Naruto interrupted her.
He motioned that he wanted to continue. His voice became very quiet and he got a look on his face which was stark and serious. It was a very rare thing to witness him like that, and there were very few times in Sakura’s life when she had seen Naruto in such a state. “I want you to know that I want you to be happy,” he whispered. “I don’t care if it is with Kakashi-sensei or Sasuke or Sai or me.”
When Naruto mentioned himself, he drew Sakura’s hands into his and brought them to his lips, he held them there as he closed his eyes and kissed her fingertips. It was like it pained him to do it, and it seemed to make him very sad. Not letting go of her hands, Naruto reopened his eyes and repeated what he’d just said.
“I mean it, Sakura, the only thing I want is for you to be happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Sometimes I forget that and get wrapped up in stupid shit, but I…” Naruto’s eyes got a little moist, though he didn’t shed any tears. “I brought home Sasuke for you, I’ve killed enemies to save you, and I know I’ll be mad and pissy if you don’t choose me, but it’ll be okay…”
Naruto’s voice trailed off, but his eyes were locked on hers. The beautiful ocean of blue water, so clear and honest, it was something unique to Naruto and Naruto alone. His hand cupped under her chin, tilting her face upwards, and without warning he laid an incredibly soft, gentle kiss on her lips. He hovered closely over her, so even though Sakura couldn’t see them, she felt two warm, wet tears fall from his eyes onto her cheeks. Pressing his forehead to hers, Naruto finished what he had been saying. The words were so hushed Sakura wasn’t sure he’d actually said them, but her heart knew he had.
“I love you, Sakura. I always have,” and then in a flurry of hand signs and a puff of smoke, Naruto was gone.
“Well, darn,” Ino joked, “I thought you were.” The blond woman smiled at her friend, but there was a tinge of worry in that jovial smirk of hers. Two of the men Sakura were considering had stepped up the game—Kakashi and Naruto. Ino had a bad feeling that Sasuke and Sai might get just as serious if they could find it in themselves to get over their own egos and hang-ups.
“I want you to break it down to me,” Ino said seriously, “Where are you at in your decision.”
“I don’t know! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, Ino-pig!” Sakura threw her hands into her hair and let out a frustrated huff. The memory of Naruto’s kiss and love confession was replaying itself vividly in her mind, and every time it did, Sakura’s heart would ache. The last time she had felt so emotionally needy for another person, she had been standing at the gates of Konoha with a young Sasuke who was leaving for Sound.
The feelings and reactions she had for Kakashi and Naruto were completely different. Kakashi could be described as fire. When Sakura was near him, everything moved fast, and there was a desire and attraction that she could barely begin to comprehend. She didn’t have that with Naruto, he was more like a pan of freshly baked fudge brownies—all warm and comforting and once you had a taste you couldn’t stop until the pan was gone. Naruto was a handsome guy, but he wasn’t the gorgeous specimen of a man that Kakashi was. Kakashi, Sasuke, and Sai all beat Naruto in the raw attraction department, but Naruto topped them all when it came to heart.
Was it better to be with a person who you had deep feelings for, but someone you weren’t as physically attracted to; or was it better to have someone who you couldn’t stay away from if you tried, a person who you could grow to love deeply? The next time her memory of Naruto replayed in Sakura’s mind, it changed. Everything was identical except the very end. Instead of using a transportation jutsu to leave, Naruto stayed. When Naruto said “I love you,” Sakura witnessed herself reply, “I love you too.”
Did she really love Naruto? Did she love Kakashi? Sasuke? Sai? Since when did love have anything to do with the whole underwear thing? This entire debacle started as a way to choose one of her guys to mess around with. It was supposed to be about sex, not love and relationships. Perhaps, she mused, that was just the way she was. She wasn’t built like a lot of the other people out there, she couldn’t separate love from intimacy. She was a poor, hopeless romantic, and those kinds of people were sadly out of style.
Who do you love? Sakura heard an old friend ask in her mind. It had been many years since inner-Sakura’s voice had rang out so clear and true. Her conscience had been eerily quiet for a few dozen months. Sakura pondered the question, and then honestly answered it silently in her own head. She loved them all, but she wasn’t in love with all of them.
She wasn’t in love with Sai. He was wonderful and cute and he endearingly drove her batty with his banter and name-calling, but she wasn’t in love with him. She used to be in love with Sasuke. He was handsome, intelligent, and strong willed, and there were times when that love flickered like a dying flame, but now she couldn’t consider herself in love with him anymore. Kakashi…he was a tough one. He was sexy and smart, and Sakura trusted him completely (despite what Gai and Rock Lee had told her. She knew there was a tiny inkling, a little seed of hope which was growing, so Sakura might be in love with Kakashi.
Naruto was someone Sakura didn’t want to be in love with. If a random person asked her if she loved Naruto Uzumaki she would have denied what she felt. Naruto was kind, lovable, and intelligent in ways none of the rest of her teammates were. She didn’t want to love Naruto, but she did. She could deny it all she wanted, but when he said “I love you,” she knew she wanted to say it back. It would have been a truthful admission. The worst part was how Naruto seemed to be the only one of the four so far who actually cared about her feelings. He wanted her to be happy. What if she would be happiest with him?
“I hate Naruto,” Sakura grumbled to Ino. “I hate him so much.” One of Ino’s perfectly plucked eyebrows arched high on her forehead, asking the question the blonde dare not verbalize. Sakura added one more thing before she tabled the whole love conversation. “Ino, I hate Naruto so much that I might actually love him.”
Ino laid a hand on Sakura’s shoulder. “Sakura,” she whispered to her friend, “I could have told you that a long time ago.”
Ino had wanted Sakura to find someone she could have a little fun with, but Naruto was being Naruto. He always screwed things up. If Ino would have had her way, Naruto would have been tossed out of this underwear thing long ago. Not because he wasn’t worthy of Sakura’s attentions, but because he was too worthy. Ino had watched Naruto pine over her best friend for years. His devotion never wavered. Kakashi was the kind of guy you fucked, and if you were lucky you fell in love with him after some time together. Naruto was the kind of guy who you fell in love with, and then he made love to you.
There was a knock at Ino’s apartment door. “Meeting time,” Ino attempted cheerfully. Opening her heavy oak door, she was greeted by the happy smiles of several kunoichi, and one very grumpy looking Rock Lee.
“TenTen, do I really have to wear such a disgraceful thing?” he asked his teammate. On Rock Lee’s head was a handmade dunce hat which had the word “slave” written out in pretty, curvy letters. It was Hinata’s handwriting, Ino was sure of that. The blond wondered whether Hinata or TenTen had made it for Lee, because whoever did, Ino wanted to hug them.
“Who wants to see Lee in a dress?” Ino cackled. “Maybe something cute and frilly to wear while he serves us appetizers and drinks?”
“I positively refuse,” Rock Lee told her stonily. He glared at her with his dark, long-lashed eyes. “I am here because Sakura requested it. I will not take orders from you, Ino.”
“Oh, come now,” Ino baited him, “Show us your ‘youthful spirit’ Rock Lee. You are our slave.”
Sakura was tired of the taunting, so she stepped in front of Ino and shook her head. “Play nice, Ino-pig. He’s here to serve drinks, not cross-dress.” Sakura turned her attention to the green spandex clad ninja. “Rock Lee, there are cups, pitchers of refreshments, and snacks on the kitchen counter. I assume you can handle it from there?”
Lee smiled weakly at Sakura. Instead of his normally overly boisterous attitude, he only nodded and told her, “Of course.”
All of the members were present, so Ino called the club to order. They went over old business, made lists of new business, and discussed who they were going to target first for underwear related reconnaissance. Ino proposed that the club members take photos of their assigned targets, and it surprisingly passed with a four-to-two vote. It was all painstakingly professional. Throughout the meeting Rock Lee served food and drinks to them while wearing his slave hat.
“…okay, and so you take the photo, but if you can’t, you just document it at that moment. All you have to do is make a note of whether your target wears boxers, briefs, boxer-briefs, or goes commando,” Ino told the club members.
Moegi’s hand shot up as she waved it wildly and waited to be called upon. “What is it, Moegi?” Ino asked unenthusiastically. The teenage kunoichi seemed to come up with the strangest of questions.
Surprisingly, she had a semi-normal one. “What are boxer-briefs?” she asked.
“You don’t know what boxer-briefs are?” Ino asked, acting as if such a thing was blasphemy. It didn’t matter to Ino that she didn’t know what they were until Sakura explained them to her last week.
“No,” Moegi told Ino.
“They are like longer briefs,” Ino replied.
“Huh?”
“You know, longer briefs, they are about as long as boxers, but as tight as briefs.”
Moegi still looked as if she hadn’t a clue what Ino was talking about. The women all erupted into an explanative chatter, but it didn’t seem to help either. Moegi looked truly lost.
“If I might interject for just a moment, ladies,” Rock Lee said, taking an empty drink cup from Hinata and pouring her some more lemonade. “I happen to be wearing a pair of boxer-briefs this very moment, and if you wanted,” he blushed furiously, and gulped before saying anything else, “I could show them to you.”
TenTen turned almost as red as her teammate, “No, no, no, no, that is not a good idea.” The weapons specialist was waving her arms furiously to indicate that Rock Lee’s suggestion was the worst possible plan.
“Well, I’m not sure I really want to see that, but I guess if our slave is the only example we have, I can’t argue with him,” Ino said. Her voice clearly said she was uninterested in Rock Lee’s underwear, all except for one tiny curiosity. “How in the world do you wear boxer-briefs under spandex?”
Rock Lee reached behind his head to find the clasp which undid his suit. As he worked at unbuttoning it, he replied to Ino, “They are extremely tight in some respects, but they were specially designed by Gai-sensei. They allow me the most movement and breathing room possible, but are drawn taut to help with decency. You didn’t think I’d allow myself to wear just anything underneath my suit did you?”
“Well, I didn’t…” Ino began, but then she realized Rock Lee was peeling off his suit. It wasn’t going to be just a quick pull-down-your-pants, show-Moegi-the-goods, and be done with it. “What are you doing?” she hissed at Lee. “Just your pants, just your pants!”
“I cannot comply with that request. My bodysuit is a single piece, so I must take off all of it,” Lee grumbled.
Ino was stunned, she hadn’t expected Lee to get almost completely naked. She was about to start arguing with him again when he pulled one arm out of its sleeve and then the other. TenTen groaned and smacked her hand to her forehead. She was the only person who really knew why this was such a terrible idea. Everyone else gaped at Rock Lee as he shuffled the top half of his green suit down, revealing the most gorgeous toned chest any of the women had ever seen.
His arms were big and muscular, and his chest was lithe and perfectly sculpted. It took everyone’s breath away, because Rock Lee was magnificently beautiful beneath his horrendous green atrocity.
“Make him stop before it’s too late,” TenTen warned, but no one could speak but her. The rest of them were caught in the rapture known as Rock Lee’s body.
Lee carefully removed his leg weights so he wouldn’t break Ino’s floor, and then he hooked his thumbs in waistband portion of the suit, and with one fluid movement it was down around his ankles. Six very lucky women were graced with a true blessing—Rock Lee’s nearly naked body.
“Oh…oh m..my,” Hinata stuttered, unable to tear her eyes away from the exquisite example of manliness in front of her.
Moegi actually felt the room get a little hazy as it spun for a second or two. Temari had no words at all, but she felt unusually repentant for all the snide comments she had said about the Leaf ninja over the years. TenTen looked quietly, but she wasn’t surprised. It was as if she knew exactly what was beneath that monstrosity of a suit the entire time, which she did, seeing as Lee was her teammate. Sakura actually pondered if she had died and gone to some warped heaven-hell where everything was upsidedown and backwards. That left Ino, who ogled Lee with her mouth gaping open and a complete look of surprise on her face.
The first to most or say anything was the most daring of them all. Ino walked straight over to Lee and grabbed a fistful of his hair in each of her hands. “Now the hair, get rid of the hair,” she ordered him. “For the love of the deceased Hokage’s, someone get me a pair of scissors.”
Lee swatted her hands away. “No, I am not allowing you to cut my hair. I like this style.”
“We’re cutting it,” Ino insisted. “And then we are going shopping to buy you some nice, normal boxer-briefs, a shirt, a pair of pants, we’re plucking those eyebrows of yours, and then I’m parading you around Konoha. Kami-sama, why in the world didn’t you tell anyone that there was a stud underneath that awful suit thing?”
Rock Lee blushed again, but a little smirk crossed his mouth as he replied, “You think I’m a stud, Ino?”
“Yes,” she replied, a bit flustered that Rock Lee of all people was having this kind of effect on her. “So now I’m going to cut that ugly mop of yours.
“No,” Lee reaffirmed. “I don’t want a haircut.” Ino glared at him while she prepared a speech to convince him. “However, it is funny how different I look when you put a little gel in my hair,” he told her.
Ino almost jumped for joy. She didn’t know why, it was almost like she’d uncovered some weird treasure in her own living room. “Fine, gel. I have some of that in my bathroom. Stay here,” she ordered as she started walking away. As a secondary thought, Ino spun around and added a quick, “Don’t you dare get dressed while I’m gone, slave. I have plans for you.”
Sakura, Hinata, and Temari eyed each other worriedly. Moegi turned to them and asked, “What was that all about?” She almost looked scared to know what had gotten into their fearless underwear leader.
“Um, I think she’s a little man-starved,” Sakura explained. The pink haired kunoichi turned to Temari, “I think Shikamaru drove her over the edge of sanity.”
“He has that ability,” Temari agreed.
The five of them watched as a hapless Lee was tackled by Ino and then promptly poked and primped until he resembled almost nothing of his former self. He stood in Ino’s living room wearing only his underwear and gelled hair. “I left the eyebrows for nostalgia’s sake,” Ino told them when she was done.
“Holy shit,” Sakura whispered as she looked at the godlike man standing in front of her, spiky, punked out hair going every which way. “He’s actually hot.”
Ino grinned devilishly and took the slave hat which she’d knocked onto the floor during her skirmish to gel up Rock Lee. “Anyone have a magic marker?” she asked. “I have a small correction to make. This should read stud, not slave. Though I do like the idea of studly slave myself.”
The naughty thoughts running through Ino’s head were very nearly palpable. She grabbed Rock Lee’s suit and thrust it at him. “Put this on, we are going shopping. Until your debt is repayed to us, you will not wear it again unless you are training or on a mission. Is that clear, Lee?”
He shook his head, “But what if we are attacked. I wear it all the time so we…”
“Then wear it beneath your clothes, I don’t care, just never, never alone again.”
As soon as Lee was dressed, Ino grabbed him by the wrist and drug him straight out the door. Sakura and the rest of the club followed quickly behind, lest poor Lee would probably get molested by the overeager blonde in a dressing room, wearing nothing but those boxer-briefs of his.
As they all ran out of Ino’s apartment complex, none of them noticed a man in an oversized coat and sunglasses. He seemed to blend in with the surroundings too often, especially when he was trying to stay inconspicuous. “Hinata,” he said under his breath, a hint of sadness in his voice. He watched as she ran in a herd of women after Ino and Rock Lee “What exactly have you been up to lately?”
EDIT: Next update will be after my convention Feb. 10th (I'll try to have it done as soon as possible after that date). I have to get a lot of stuff ready, and I can't do that while working on Underwear. I still have two jobs and school on top of the con stuff, so I'm really busy.