Thirty Nights

Chapter Three

The next morning Sasuke was awaken by a phone call. Even though it was already noon, and he should’ve been up by then, it still irritated him that someone would dare disturb his slumber.

“He-he-hello?” Sasuke yawned into the speaker.

“Sasuke,” a silky smooth female voice answered. “Sorry, baby, did I catch you at a bad time?”

Sasuke grimaced. “Ugh, Ino, I was sleeping.”

“Late night?” Ino asked innocently. “I heard you were out with Sakura’s daughter. Don’t tell me you’ve slept with her when you could’ve done me.”

Sasuke’s eyes widened and he gripped the telephone. “How-how did you find out?”

Ino sighed on the other side of the line. “Shikamaru told me that he served you two at dinner and that…wait, what’s her name again?”

“…Ino, could you hold on one sec?”

“Of course.”

Sasuke covered the speaker with his hand. “FUCK!” He shouted. He took a few steady breaths and uncovered the speaker. “Back.”

“You busy today?”

The man rolled his eyes, knowing that she was going to ask him on a date. “No, why?”

“Just thought that maybe I could take you out for a drink or two.”

He was right.

Despite what he told Sakura, Sasuke at one point had started to date Ino. She was a pretty decent-looking woman and an amazing kisser, as he had found out on one of their first dates, and not to mention she was always offering to buy him a meal, which he greatly appreciated. For a while, he thought that maybe his relationship with Ino would get to be more intimate, but it never did quite reach that level. After some time, though, Sasuke confessed that he was too busy and stressed out for a girlfriend, and surprisingly Ino let him go, only throwing one temper tantrum in the process.

Sasuke sat up in his bed and ran his hand through his hair. “Ino, I’m not gonna start dating you again.”

Ino laughed nervously. “Oh, well, I knew that. I was just suggesting that we go out as…ya know, friends.”

Sasuke groaned tiredly and looked out the window, from which glaring noon-day sunlight was pouring. “I guess I could…if you’re paying…”

“Oh, of course, of course!” She quickly responded. “Let’s meet at around…hm…9 tonight?”

“Sure.”

“Alright, come pick me up, okay?” Ino made a kissing sound. “Love you.”

She hung up. Sasuke shivered with disgust at her last remark and dropped the phone on his bedside table. Women were horrible, two-faced creatures; one moment they’re screaming about how much of a bastard you are for dumping them, the next they’re inviting you out for a drink.

Sasuke laid back down and grabbed the pillow next to his head, covering his face with it. “First Yumi, and now this skank,” he said, his words muffled.

---

On the other side of town, Yumi was examining herself in front of the large mirror in her bedroom. She turned to the side, observing her naked body from that angle, and frowned. Being a sixteen year old girl, she was very self-conscious.

‘Damn,’ she thought, running her hands up to her bare chest and grabbing her breasts gently. ‘At this rate, I’ll never get a boyfriend.’

Yumi reached behind her head and pulled her hair out of the clip. Shiny, golden blonde hair fell to her shoulders and back, and she ran her fingers through the strands. Did guys like it better when girls wore their hair down? Or did they want it away from their face? Did they even care at all?

Yumi mumbled, frustrated as she brought her hands between her thighs. “I wonder...if Sensei would like my body if he ever saw it…”

She tried to imagine her sensei running his amazingly dark eyes down every curve and inch of skin, maybe even touching it…but as she did so she felt her face flush. Yumi hated to admit it, but she stayed up almost all night thinking about Sasuke. He has been pretty nice to take her out to an expensive dinner and stay out late with her. Unlike most guys, he had treated her pretty well, and there was also the fact that he was a damn good-looking man.

‘And he saw my panties too,’ Yumi thought, knowing that her face was getting redder every second. ‘I wonder what he thought of them…’

The girl knew that she shouldn’t have been thinking of her teacher like that, but she couldn’t help it; Sasuke had left a pretty good impression on her, especially when he had said that he’d die for her without a second thought. And for some strange reason, a spark of hope lit up in Yumi when she found out that he was single and a virgin (well, he didn’t actually go out and say it, but she was almost certain that he was).

‘Hmm…maybe Sensei jacks off a lot.’

She covered her eyes in embarrassment and let out a small shriek as an image of Sasuke masturbating came into her head. Now that was crossing the line a bit, even for her (and she could get pretty damn horny sometimes, too). If Banken had ever found out about her thinking sexy thoughts involving their sensei, he would harass her relentlessly.

Yumi gasped quietly as she heard her bedroom door being knocked on softly. “Uh-uh, hey, what’s up?” She stuttered.

“It’s just me, sweetie,” her mother said quietly on the other side of the door. “Can I come in?”

Yumi quickly grabbed her oversized pajama shirt from the floor and slipped it over her head. “Um, sure.”

The knob turned and Sakura opened the door. Her pink hair was put up into a messy ponytail and she was wearing the yellow bathroom that she had had ever since Yumi could remember. The dark circles around her eyes had remained and had become more pronounced over the years. Even though she was Sasuke’s age, she looked a lot older.

Sakura smiled tiredly. “Watcha up to?”

Yumi shrugged, noticing that her cheeks still felt hot. “Nothing really. Just…chilling.”

Her mother crossed the room and sat down on the edge of her bed. “I heard something quite troubling, Yumi,” she said straightening the pink covers that laid messily on the mattress.

Yumi turned back to the mirror and flipped her hair. “Oh yeah? Does daddy have to go on another mission?”

“No, darling.” Sakura looked up at her, her eyes dark and full of sadness. “It was about you.”

Yumi felt her heart catch in her throat. She knew that her mother had found about her little get-together with Sasuke. ‘W-well, mom, a lotta people do spread rumors about me.”

Sakura crossed her arms and looked at her daughter sternly. “I heard that you and Uchiha-san were out alone together last night, and that you were dressed in a rather revealing outfit.”

Yumi turned away from the mirror, feeling her palms start to sweat. “We…we were just talking about…training and stuff. And besides…” She rolled her eyes. “When did you start calling him Uchiha-san?”

Sakura frowned. “You told me that you were going out with a friend.”

“I had a change of plans at the last second.”

“Then why were you dressed up in my dress and shoes?” Her mother said, raising her voice.

Yumi shrugged one shoulder, but even she knew that her nervousness was showing. “Just wanted to look nice.”

Sakura sighed deeply and shook her head. “For the love of god, Yumi, do you know how you looked, dressed like that and out with a thirty year-old man who happens to be your sensei?”

Yumi looked at the carpet, ashamed about what happened last night and about how she was thinking of Sasuke just a few moments before. “Nothing happened, mom. We just had dinner and hung out.”

“But Yumi, that’s not what it looked like to other people,” Sakura responded, her voice cracking. “I’ve gotten about a dozen calls from people saying that I’m a terrible mother and that you probably need a pregnancy test as soon as possible.”

Her daughter stood there, letting the guilt flood all over her. “But…mom, we didn’t do anything. And you’re not a terrible mother-“

“Maybe I am for letting my only child earn that sort of reputation!” Sakura said shrilly, tears pouring down her pale face.

Yumi felt tears form in her own eyes, feeling worse and worse about the situation. Her mother had definitely not had it easy; she had been pregnant three other times after Yumi, and every single one of the pregnancies had ended in a miscarriage. She vividly remembered the time when she was five and her mother had the first miscarriage, a boy. Sakura had held the dead infant in her arms for hours, crying and saying “My baby boy, my little baby boy” through her tears. Her father hadn’t felt any better, constantly telling his wife that it was his fault that almost all their babies had been born dead, that it was because of his “defective sperm”. It was no wonder why Yumi’s parents were so protective of her.

Yumi sat down on the bed next to her mother and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. “Mom, no, you’re a great mother, the best ever. I know life’s been a total bitch to you, but you’ve been strong and held up.” She smiled. “And daddy’s been awesome too, always yelling at all the guys who’ve hit on me.”

Sakura hiccupped. “I-I-I just don’t want my-my baby to get herself into any trouble.”

The girl gently wiped the tears from her face. “I haven’t gotten into any trouble, and I never will.”

Her mother sniffled. “I-I know you’re a goo-good girl, Yumi-chan, bu-bu-but there’s so much pre-pre-pressure to do awful things.”

Yumi held her mother tightly, feeling her body shake as she sobbed. “Mom, I promised you that I wouldn’t do drugs, or smoke, or drink…” She paused. “…And that I’d wait until I was married to lose my virginity.” She pulled away and looked her mom in the eye. “Okay?”

Sakura nodded several times and returned her daughter’s gaze. She smiled tearfully. “You know, Yumi, you have beautiful eyes. You’ve grown up into such a fine, gorgeous young woman.” She hugged her tightly. “I’m so proud of you, Yumi. So, so proud.”

Yumi grinned, any dirty thoughts of Sasuke gone from her mind. “I know. You tell me all the time.”

---

Sasuke stayed in bed the entire day and read a rather interesting biography about an actor who quit his acting job to serve his village during wartime. He got up only once to use the bathroom, and though he felt a bit lazy, he knew that he could use a nice break. And besides, with lots of people possibly knowing about his shindig with Yumi the night before, it was probably for the best that he stayed inside as much as possible.

At around 8:20, he reluctantly pulled himself away from his comfortable bed and entertaining book and dragged himself to his bathroom. As he did so, he looked at his reflection in the mirror above the sink, just as he had sixteen years before. To be blunt, he hadn’t changed too terribly much over the years. He was a little more muscular than before, his skin a tad bit darker, but besides that he looked much younger than thirty-four. Someone had even mistook him for a teenager once at the bar and made him show his I.D before he was allowed to buy any alcohol.

Sasuke bent over, turned on the faucet, and splashed some cold water into his face. He grabbed a towel from under the sink and dried off, then shook his head and tried to make his hair look presentable. Either way, he was sure Ino would absolutely gush and say he looked marvelous. He re-entered his bedroom and stood at the dresser, debating what he should wear. Finally, he settled on a dark blue t-shirt and long black shorts that reached below his knees.

At 8:45, Sasuke was outside for the first time all day. It was much the same out as the night before, with a comfortable temperature and no wind in the air. The moon was already shining brightly above him, with Venus sparkling radiantly to the right of it. He breathed in deeply, the sickly sweet scent of the warm night filling his nostrils. He was already regretting setting up the date with Ino.

All too soon, he was walking up her porch steps and knocking on her door. The door opened slowly and Ino stepped out, wearing a strapless white shirt that clung tightly to her chest and an impossibly tiny black mini skirt with glittering high heels to match. Sasuke detected a hint of perfume and noticed that, unlike with Yumi, he had forgotten to wear cologne.

Ino grinned and shut the door behind her. “Don’t you look nice tonight?”

Sasuke tore his eyes away from her body. “Um…you do too.”

She giggled and looped her arm through his as they walked down the porch steps and onto the sidewalk. Sasuke reminded himself that it was perfectly fine for the two of them to be out together like that, but he was still annoyed that she had dressed in such a provocative outfit and wouldn’t let go of his arm.

“Now isn’t this nice?” Ino asked happily as they made their way to the bar. “We haven’t hung out in such a long time.”

“We’ve gotten older, Ino,” Sasuke said, really wishing that his arm was free from her. “We have responsibilities now.”

Ino scoffed and flipped her long blonde hair carelessly with her hand. “Oh, whatever. That doesn’t mean we can’t have fun ya know.”

Even though there was nothing wrong with the two being going out for drinks with one another, Sasuke was still wary. For some reason, he really didn’t want to be seen with Ino. In fact, he just wanted to be back home, lounging in bed or lifting weights, just something that wasn’t in public.

Relief flooded through him when the bar came into view. He pulled ahead of Ino, yanking her arm as he did so; he really wanted to get in the bar so no one would see them.

“Hey, Sasuke, what’s the hurry?” Ino whined.

“I…I just really want a drink. I’ve been dry for a month.”

They passed by a bench on the sidewalk that someone was sitting on. Sasuke paid them no heed, hurrying to get to the bar, but a voice stopped him dead in his tracks.

“Sensei? Is that you?”

Sasuke closed his eyes tightly, sighed, and turned to the owner of the familiar voice, while Ino still clutched on to him. “Yu-Yumi, it’s pretty late. What are you doing out?”

Yumi, who was wearing her normal training clothes of a black t-shirt and orange pants (no doubt hand-me-downs from Naruto), stood up from the bench. “Wanted to get out of the house, ya know.” She eyed Ino and gave her a huge, fake smile. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”

Sasuke tugged on Ino’s arm insistently, sensing that trouble could erupt between the two at any moment. “Just a friend, Yumi-“

Ino stood right where she was and returned Yumi’s sarcastic grin. “Oh, but I already know who you are, dear. You’re Sakura’s daughter.” She pointed at her head. “I can tell by that huge, gaping forehead that you inherited from her.”

The girl looked as though she was slapped across the face. Sasuke glared at Ino, wanting nothing more than to punch her. Well, maybe that was a bit too much, but it still pissed him off pretty good that this woman was making rude comments about his student.

“Ino,” he said through gritted teeth. “That’s pretty damn rude-“

“I think you know who you are, too,” Yumi interrupted, staring Ino down. “Mom’s always talking about a long blonde-haired whore who’s constantly rubbing her tits in Sensei’s face.”

The woman’s jaw fell slightly from shock, but strangely enough, Sasuke didn’t feel too sorry for her. She was the one who started it, and she got what was coming. In fact, he silently praised Yumi for her remark; maybe after hearing that, Ino would back off.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence and Yumi and Ino giving each other death stares, Ino recuperated and gave Sasuke’s arm a light pull, leading him towards the bar that lay meters away.

“My my, Sasuke, maybe you should train your brats on how to talk to their superiors.”

Sasuke ignored her, looked over his shoulder at Yumi and gave her a smile, and she gave him a thumbs-up in return. They were both secretly against the other woman, and neither of them cared. As him and Ino neared the counter at the bar, Sasuke noted that he was feeling quite proud of his student for standing up for herself to an older woman.

Ino groaned annoyingly and sagged down on one of the stools at the counter. “Jesus, Sasuke, I only put up with one minute of your student and I already need a drink.” She adjusted her shirt and rested her elbow on the counter. “I mean, god, how can you stand three little snots exactly like that?”

Sasuke sat next to her. “I happen to have a little more patience than you. And besides…” He looked at her, amused. “It’s Sakura and Naruto’s child, for god’s sake. Of course she’s gonna snap at you for dissing her.”

Ino rolled her eyes. “Like mother, like daughter, I suppose.” She nodded to the tender. “Just bring us some sake. I feel like getting smashed.”

---

Half an hour later, Sasuke left a very drunk Ino at the bar, giving the tender a little money to insure that she made it home safely. When the tender asked about the bill, he just waved his hand and told him to put it on Ino’s tab; she had said earlier that she was paying.

Sasuke walked out of the bar and into the night, despite the woman’s slurred protests. He hadn’t even had a sip of alcohol, yet he wanted more than anything to get out of there and away from Ino, who was being rather obnoxious and just plain humiliating to be seen with. Some people, he concluded, just never grow up.

He stopped and noticed a lone, dark figure on the bench in front of the bar. He walked towards it and sighed.

“Why aren’t you home yet?”

The figure shrugged. “Don’t know.”

Sasuke sat on the bench. “Yumi, you really shouldn’t get into the habit of staying out late. There are a lotta creeps out at this time who wouldn’t mind raping you.”

Yumi remained still. “Why are you even with that bitch?”

It took a minute before Sasuke realized that she was referring to Ino. “She’s an…acquaintance of mine. I’ve known her since were kids.”

“Well, I don’t like her,” the girl replied sharply. “She’s…a total moronic fuck-face.”

“Be rest assured, she doesn’t like you too much either.”

“Like I want to be friends with ugly old hags.”

Sasuke crossed his legs. “Ya know, your mom used to be best friends with that ‘fuck-face’ over there.”

Yumi turned her head quickly to look at him, horrified. “You’re joking, right? Like, why would a sweet person like my mom hang around that cock-craving slut?”

‘She certainly does have a lot of insults up her sleeve,’ Sasuke observed silently.

He rested his hands on the cold metal surface of the bench and leaned back. “Oh yeah, you couldn’t tear those two apart when they were younger. They were like sisters. Wherever Sakura was, Ino was not far behind.”

Yumi’s eyes turned to slits. “Then why did she insult my mom like she did back there?”

Sasuke chose to tread around the subject carefully. “When they were teenagers, something split them apart. Ruined their friendship pretty damn good.”

“Oh? What was that?”

The man felt his throat tighten. “A boy.”

“Who?”

“Oh, you wouldn’t know him.”

Yumi raised her brow, giving him the “Oh-so-you-really-think-I-don’t-know” look. “Uh-huh. Yeah, whatever.” A loud shriek emanated from the bar and she shook her head. “Ugh, I hate her already.”

Sasuke grunted. “Trust me; you’re not the only one.”

“Then why were you with her?” His underling asked snottily.

Sasuke picked at his fingernail absentmindedly. “I don’t hafta tell you everything about my personal life, do I now?”

“…I guess not.”

The man held back for a moment before patting Yumi on the shoulder. “Hey, how about I get you some ice cream…cheap ice cream,” he quickly added.

Yumi’s hunched shoulders stood upright and she grinned goofily. “Well, you can always talk me into free food.” She stood up and pointed at the bar over her shoulder. “Let’s get away from this shit-hole, huh?”

---

A little more than twenty minutes later, the two were sitting outside the small sweets shop on iron wrought chairs, Yumi happily slurping away at her chocolate ice cream cone and Sasuke watching hungrily. He hadn’t bought anything for himself, but he had to admit, he was starved.

Yumi gulped and leaned back, sighing contentedly. “Thanks for the ice cream. It’s awesome.”

“No problem. Can’t do this every night though, Yumi.”

The girl bit into the huge mound of ice cream. “Because you’re a big pussy and you’re afraid that someone’s gonna see us and spread rumors about us? Oh, boo-hoo sensei.”

Sasuke clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Maybe Ino was right: perhaps I should teach you some manners.”

Yumi blew a raspberry. “Pftttt, screw that.”

She returned to eating her treat, both of them silent, when Sasuke’s stomach betrayed him and gave off a low rumble. Yumi stopped eating and laughed, her eyes twinkling and her face glowing. Damn, she looked good.

“Jesus, Sensei, if you wanted some, all you had to do is ask!”

Sasuke smiled weakly. “Heh…yeah.”

Yumi held the dripping cone between them. “Here, we can both eat it.”

Sasuke held his hands palm-up in front of his chest. “No, it’s yours’-“

Yumi nearly shoved the cone at him. “I said, we can both eat it.”

The man’s stomach rumbled again and he sighed dejectedly. “Okay, okay.”

The two of them began licking away at the ice cream, each having a side of the chocolate mound to themselves. Sasuke knew that if Sakura or (heaven forbid) Naruto were to see them like this, they’d be absolutely appalled, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t like they were making out or anything. Yumi was right: he needed to lighten up.

He noticed that Yumi had stopped licking the ice cream, and that his tongue was in contact with something that didn’t feel cold and creamy. He opened his eyes, and shock flowed through his body like cold, ice water. The tip of Sasuke’s tongue was lightly touching Yumi’s, and she was staring at him with wide eyes. His body was too petrified to move, but his eyes slowly made their way downwards and rested on his students’ chest. With her bending over like that, he could see all the way down her shirt, could even tell what color her bra was (light pink).

‘Dear god, she has a nice chest.’

At that thought, Sasuke’s body became unfrozen and he pulled away, clamping his mouth shut. “Oh jeeze, sorry, Yumi, oh god, I’m so sorry!”

Yumi blinked several times, her face bright pink. “No! No, it’s fine! Really! Um…”

She got up from her chair and threw the cone into the trashcan standing a few feet away, leaving Sasuke to calm himself down. Shit, this wasn’t good! Now Yumi could blackmail him again!

‘And I know for a fact that I can’t afford any more horridly expensive Italian dinners,’ he thought.

Yumi sat back down next to him. Was she looking a tad flustered? “Er…Sensei, can I ask you something?”

“Wh-what, Yumi” He replied, exasperated.

The pink in her face became more defined. “Did…did you like them?”

The lights in the sweet shop dimmed, signaling that it was time to close. Sasuke took in a sharp intake of air.

“Yumi, you know I can’t answer that-“

“I won’t tell anyone.”

“No, Yumi, it’s inapp-“

“Sensei!” Yumi screamed, causing the already tense man to jump from his seat. She took a deep, wavering breath. “Sensei…right now, don’t think of me as a student, or a girl who’s too young for you…think of me as a woman.” She bit her lip. “I mean, you put up so many boundaries and rules, just out of fear that someone will think bad of you.”

Sasuke let her words sink in. Again, she was right.

He smiled at her and gestured towards her chest. “They’re…they’re cute.”

Yumi leaned forward and smiled warmly, crossing her arms. “Thanks for saying so, Sensei.”

“How about you call me by my first time, if we’re being more personal.”

Her mouth hung open lightly at the request but she cleared her throat and regained her composition. “Alright, Sasuke.”

Sasuke snickered. “Good, now I feel at least a bit younger.”

“How old are you anyway, Sen-, I mean, Sasuke?”

“Old.”

“You’re so lame.”

“No, just old.”

---

They walked back to her house, chatting away enthusiastically with their laughs ringing loudly in the night. It was much more intimate and personal, not to mention fun, than their walk back to the Uzumaki house the night before. Their arms brushed lightly every now and then, and Sasuke found himself gazing at the girls’ breasts for long periods of time.

‘I feel horrible for staring,’ he thought, ‘but sweet Jesus, they’re impossible not to look at.’

The two stopped on the sidewalk in front of the familiar blue house, looking at each other straight in the eye. Yumi tilted her head.

“This was a whole lot more fun than last night.”

“I agree.”

The girl started to nervously grind the heel of her toe into the sidewalk. “Sen-“

“It’s Sasuke, Yumi,” Sasuke interrupted.

She smiled sheepishly. “I know, but I’m so used to calling you Sensei.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

Yumi slowly, reluctantly reached for his hand, and Sasuke didn’t stop her. “Want…to touch one?”

Sasuke felt his hand start to tremble and all the heat in his body drain down to his loins. Oh god, a boner? At this time?

Yumi lifted his hand and held it up. “Only if you want to, that is…”

The man knew that his heart was probably on the verge of splitting out from his ribcage as his fingertips lightly touched the soft fabric of the girl’s shirt. This was so, so wrong. She was way too young for him! Touching her chest, out in public, in front of her parent’s house was practically illegal!

But at the same time, Sasuke knew that this was what he wanted. They had been out on two outings together that could definitely be considered “dates”, and even though he was eighteen years older than Yumi, he had an incredible time talking, laughing, and even getting taunted by his student. Way more enjoyable than hanging around with “that fuck-face”, as Ino was now deemed.

At the last second, Sasuke reluctantly snaked his hand out of Yumi’s and pulled away. “Sorry. It…it just seems like too much,” he said half-heartedly.

She smiled sadly and put her hand down by her side. “Yeah…I guess.” She shrugged and started up the porch steps to her house’s front door. “I still had fun.”

Sasuke hesitated, but before Yumi opened the door he called out to her. “Hey, Yumi?”

Yumi turned around, surprised. “Yeah?”

He took a deep breath and pointed his chin upwards. “Tomorrow. Let’s meet again tomorrow.”

His student smiled and cupped her breasts lightly. “You want another chance to fondle my goodies, huh?”

Sasuke rolled his eyes. “Yes, that’s exactly what I want, Yumi,” he replied sarcastically.

“Whatever.” She gripped the doorknob. “I’ll see you tomorrow. How about in the evening again? I’ll meet you at our training spot at 9. Okay?”

Her sensei took one last good look at her chest before she turned around. “Alright…”

A/N: Yay! It’s been a while since I’ve had an author’s note, huh?

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