Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction based on the novel Daddy-Long-Legs by Jean Webster using characters from the series Naruto. I own not the novel nor the series so, if you please, do not sue me for I own nothing but my computer. SASUNARU so beware all ye who dare to read on.
"The Letters of Naruto Uzumaki to Sharingan Rooster-Head-sama"
Sasuke shut his eyes tight as Naruto's fist flew towards his face. He felt the swish of air being cut near his ear. After a heartbeat, he slowly opened one eye then the other, gazing from the arm stretched out beside his face to Naruto's glaring eyes and heavily breathing mouth.
"You have one minute to explain," Naruto growled. "I will base my decision whether to punch you to a pulp or not on your explanation. Time starts now U-chi-ha."
Sasuke nearly whimpered with relief. He boneless plopped down on his chair, his heart hammering wildly in his chest. He looked up at Naruto towering over him with murderous eyes.
"Then I'll start from the very beginning, shall I?" he wheezed. "And everything goes back to that afternoon long ago when your potential hit me hard literally and figuratively. When Sarutobi-san read your composition aloud, I saw the glimmer of a bright mind behind the work and felt that such talent shouldn't be wasted in a small village. You could conquer the world with such a gift. I hated Ebisu's insinuations that you were nothing but a troublemaker when your gift was so blatantly obvious. I went out to the garden to think of a plan to get you out, by adopting you as my little brother if all else failed. Then we met. And we fought. You had guts and pride, which I liked. But I realized that adopting you was out of the question. Remember that I was thinking of you as a little brother at that time. I was busy with my work and I knew that I would not be able to watch over you. For you to bloom you needed to be placed in a highly conducive environment. So, I did the next best thing, I sponsored your education and put you in a boarding school where you would be surrounded by people who can match your age and nurture your gift. My initial ideas blossomed into a full plan by the time I went back to Ebisu. At first he was against my wishes, saying that there were other children more worthy of my funding. I beat him down when I told him that I would withdraw my family's support of the Konoha Home if he didn't follow what I wanted down to the letter. He was so scared that he agreed instantaneously."
Naruto rolled his eyes at further proof of Sasuke's high and might attitude. Sasuke just smiled wearily.
"So, the arrangements were made. And I began receiving your letters. At first they, your letters, were enough. I could vividly imagine your progress through them. Plus the endearment of Daddy-Rooster-Head always made me laugh. I would often wonder, though, why you decided to call me that."
"Never mind that!" he said. "You're the one who's explaining stuff here. Not me."
Sasuke's smile widened for a moment before he closed his eyes and leaned back into his chair.
"My next move was made out of curiosity. I wanted to personally see how you were doing. To see how much you've changed in such a short time. So I visited you. You were the first person in a long time that I had a normal, non-business-related conversation, which I actually enjoyed. That one meeting convinced me that I was right in being your beneficiary. It also made me decide to keep my true self a secret because I knew how proud you are. You would have done everything and pushed yourself to death just to repay me once you knew who I really am."
Naruto nodded at Sasuke's words, unconsciously agreeing with the other man's evaluation of his personality.
"But I didn't want payment. Being able to see a young person grow up into his full potential was enough for me. Besides, I wanted you to become…become my friend. I wanted you to get to know Sasuke, not Uchiha your rich guardian. Then that Christmas, the first Christmas at Shinobi High, you were so happy to receive gifts that you lowered your guard enough for me to see a loneliness that matched my own. Cliché as it may sound, you touched something in my soul at that time. As I watched you open your gifts I promised to myself that I would do everything in my power to erase those bad memories you had in the Konoha Home. I promised to spoil you so much that you would have only good memories from then on."
Sasuke gazed at Naruto softly.
"If I think really deeply I guess my feelings for you changed at that time. I stopped looking at you as a little brother and started seeing you in a different light. I started to exert some effort into fulfilling my promise. Unfortunately what I thought was good for you wasn't generally what you wanted. But I'm a very stubborn person so I cunningly manipulated things that would put you right where I wanted you."
"Yes," Sasuke nodded. "When I knew you were there I followed you and spent the whole summer getting to know you better. And you didn't disappoint me. You showed me that you could complement everything that I was and match everything that I did. With you I could be bratty and childish without fear of being ridiculed. With you I could be just me. That summer was the most relaxing vacation I had ever had in my entire life. Summers with my family were always boring and stiff. I always had to mind how I was acting in front of people."
Sasuke sighed, getting lost in distant memories. After a while Naruto coughed to signal him to continue.
"Oh! Uhm…well after that I guess my feelings gradually developed even more within me. Before I knew it, I was so into you that I started being jealous of people who even so much as looked at you. I wanted you to smile only for me. I wanted you to pay your attention only to me."
"You have to understand," Sasuke said hastily, opening his eyes and seeing the blonde's dark look. "I grew up not knowing how to share. I never really had friends like you have now. Whatever I wanted, I got and kept for myself." He chuckled dryly. "Neji was right when he said that Uchihas are notoriously possessive. But it was really ironic that this trait was the one thing that drove away the one person I really liked because I stubbornly controlled him. And it was equally ironic that the one person I wanted wasn't impressed by my riches or my looks."
Sasuke heaved a big sigh.
"You were also growing up so fast. You began to show me that you could stand on your own two feet. I became scared that soon you wouldn't need me anymore. That you would leave me. Neji wasn't helping either because he forced me to re-evaluate everything and be honest with myself. During Shikamaru and Ino's wedding I had this crazy thought that I wanted us to be joined like that. I suppose I wasn't thinking clearly which is why that disastrous event later that night happened."
Naruto cringed and looked away.
"I had planned to just remain as your anonymous sponsor for the rest of my life after you—after that night at the farm. But—" Sasuke gazed feverishly at Naruto mentally forcing the blonde to meet his eyes, "but you sent Daddy Rooster-Head a letter, telling him about your feelings for Sasuke. You told him that you liked Sasuke and you missed him. Those words taught me to hope again. I wanted to see you right away but I was too weak to go to you. I wanted to explain everything. To come clean. To lay everything bare in front of you. I've kept so many things from you. I said so many hurtful words to cover up my own insecurities. But…not…anymore. And so…"
Sasuke spread his hands and gazed up at Naruto.
"Now you know everything. Daddy Rooster-Head, whom you have trusted for these past years and considered your only family, and Sasuke Uchiha, who abysmally proposed to you, are one person. If you're still angry and can't forgive me then punch me. I deserve it. But if—if the feelings that you wrote in your letter can overcome everything else that's happened between us…then…"
"Then what?" Naruto growled.
"Then love me. Love Sasuke. As simple as that. Will you Naruto?"
Silence descended on the two. Naruto searched Sasuke's eyes as various thoughts collided inside his head. He knew that things wouldn't be that simple. Too many things rested on his decision. Would he be willing to trust this man who had simultaneously misled him and unconditionally given him support through a different persona? Would he be willing to just let go of the past and be with Sasuke? Because looking forward was all that Sasuke was offering him. Would he be able to live without Sasuke if he declined the offer?
Naruto frowned. He averted his eyes then slowly crumpled to his knees in front of Sasuke.
"Na…my head hurts," he grumbled, clasping his head between his hands for a moment.
Sasuke stretched one hand to pat the blonde mop of hair but stopped halfway. Naruto still hadn't answered. His hand slumped back to his side. It was important that the blonde reach a decision before Sasuke could do anything.
"You're really mean," Naruto continued, pouting. "Putting me on the spot like this."
Sasuke nodded hesitantly.
"During that Christmas I spent at the Hyuuga mansion. During that time I got sick again. Did you kiss me?"
Sasuke slowly nodded, trying to understand where Naruto was headed.
"You took advantage of me," Naruto accused, frowning at Sasuke. "While I was sick."
"That is so like you. And it was my first kiss too."
"You stole my first kiss."
Naruto glowered even more. Sasuke gulped. Was this Naruto's answer?
"I want it back," Naruto said firmly, nodding his head to emphasize his point.
Sasuke's eyes bugged. "What!"
His head began to ache too. He gave up trying to follow Naruto's train of thought.
"My first kiss. I want it back," Naruto adamantly declared.
Naruto shook his head.
"It must be your illness. It's made you slower than normal. Hmp! And you call me idiot." He smirked and said slowly, "I. Want. You. To. Give. My. First. Kiss. Back. To. Me."
Sasuke licked his lips, his head was spinning.
"Uhm…how exactly do you want me to give it back to you?"
Naruto harrumphed again and flailed his arms.
"I don't know! I've never had much experience on the whole kissing thing! My first one happened when I was delirious and my second one was through chocolate. You're older than I am and I bet you've kissed lots of girls before, you figure out how to—"
Sasuke grabbed Naruto's shirt and pressed their lips together. He figured that whatever answer Naruto had would be in this kiss.
And he was right. After a few moments of letting Sasuke show him how, Naruto answered him back in the most enjoyable fashion. The blonde attacked Sasuke's lips with fervor, letting all of their pent-up frustrations, worry, anxieties, and, yes, love, roll into that one longed-for kiss. It was quite a while before they came up for air.
"Is that a good way to give it back?" Sasuke asked breathlessly.
"Uhm…yeah," Naruto answered dazedly. "But I was thinking more gently. You know? Like…uhm…ah the first time."
Sasuke smiled and captured Naruto's lips once more. The blonde happily met him halfway.
"The Love Letters of Naruto Uzumaki to Sasuke Uchiha-Rooster-Head"
Are you okay now? I sure hope you're feeling better. I'm sure your ego will inflate again when I tell you that I was really worried when you collapsed right after we kissed for the second time—er technically it was the third time, oh whatever!. Jeez! I didn't know I was that great a kisser!
I started panicking when you just flopped down like that. I tried to use your goddamn telephone but the damn thing had so many buttons I didn't know which to press first! (why'd you buy such a crazy looking phone anyway!) It was a great thing that Kakashi arrived at that moment with some food. He called the doctor while I placed you into your bed. When the old guy came, he examined you for a bit and said that you were just exhausted and everything was normal with you. I don't trust that doctor of yours. I'm accompanying Tsunade over to your place tomorrow so she can look at you. When I got back here I immediately told her about what happened and she frowned for a while. She said that the old man would know best but I know that she wants to examine you too. I'd also feel better if she gives her second opinion on your case. Don't you think it's a good idea? I'll deliver this letter personally and she'll look at you at the same time.
Anyway, that old doctor said something about you actually improving despite the fainting. What's up with that? I heard from Kakashi that the old man thought you weren't going to make it a week or two before. My imagination's going haywire thinking of what you looked like when you were super sick. I mean you really looked like shit when I first saw you this morning—er, yesterday morning (it's already 1:00AM).
I think my overactive imagination's what drove me to go back to the farm. Kakashi was saying something about spending the night at your place but I wanted to get Tsunade as soon as possible. Now that I think about it, I should've just phoned her and told her the details and waited for her at the train station. But—uhm—well, you know me, I'm impulsive. Besides, you were just resting there quietly and I think Tsunade would've just agreed with your doctor's findings and not come at all, saying some crap about professional courtesy. So it's all cool. She can always say that I forced her to look at you and professional courtesy be damned!
Sooo, anyway, I hope you get better soon. And when you're okay, then I'll deliver that punch that you really deserve. I'm still mad at you for hiding the fact that you're Daddy-Rooster-Head for so long. Hmm…I shouldn't call you that anymore since you're more than just a guardian to me now. But you're the one who paid for my high school education so I should be more respectful. But calling you honey or sweetheart just makes me want to puke.
Hmm…okay, I've decided, I'll just call you bastard. Soo, bastard. Get well soon so that I can beat the crap out of you. And well, afterwards, we can hang out and do some cool stuff together.
By the way, you wondered why I started calling you Daddy-Rooster-Head. Well, it's because before you left Konoha Home that Wednesday afternoon long ago, you were talking with Ebisu-sensei outside. You were nodding to him and your head was casting a shadow that looked like a rooster pecking the ground. Actually, your hair should've given me the first clue as to who you really are. I mean have you ever looked in the mirror? I swear your hair looks like the comb of a rooster's head! Where do you get your hair cut? And can I kill the barber soon?
I'm starting to get sleepy. I better get some rest so I talk with you some more tomorrow—later today.
Just in case you start thinking something awful like this is my first love letter to you or something like that, I want to make it very, very clear that this is not a love letter. Naruto Uzumaki does not do love letters. I'm just continuing my regular progress update to you, like you wanted in the beginning. It's not a love letter! I repeat, not a love letter. There's nothing mushy in it. There. I'm sure we've cleared that up. You'll be getting lots of letters like this in the future even though you'll be right there beside me all the time.
I'm going to sleep now. Good morning Sasuke.
ARC: There! The true ending has been uploaded! It's complete! With mush and fluff and OOCness on the side! Woohoo!
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And now, Daddy-Rooster-Head has officially ended. I remain, faithfully yours,