A.N. Well, here I am again, it would mean a lot to me if someone reviewed...if not, then this story--like so many others--will have to fall victim to suicide. Warning: The characters in this stories will be slightly OOC, mainly Hinata and Gaara...
Disclaimer: A - asshole
Chapter I: Sexual Orientations are for Losers
Being a teenager means dealing with: Peer Pressure - people warn you about it, but it's not serious until you deal with it in high school when some guy is trying to feel up your dress. College - you HAVE to apply somewhere eventually... (or that's what the teachers tell you). Friends - Fake or not, they're always around. Grades - Both good and bad (when they're good, then you're happy, if not... then not so much). Parents - You either love 'em or hate 'em. Managers - You know, that one guy at the medium wage job that your working at that thinks he owns you because he gets paid three cents more. Hormones - Sooner or later you have to reach puberty, weather you like it or not. Dates - We all dread being asked (or asking in some cases) on our first one. First Kisses - They're always the worst ones (mainly cause one or both you have no idea what the hell you're doing.). Girlfriends/Boyfriends - Gay, straight or lesbian, you'll come across it sooner or later. Stereotypes - Just because someone is different, doesn't mean they're not human.
People can be cruel, not that it's their faults... well it is, but the times we're living in don't promote the kind of open minded thought process that humans should have in the twenty-first century. Especially not America, we got it worst of all, what with being founded by the Puritans and what not, the holiest of the holy. And now, after what, almost five hundred years, American minds are still set to those ridiculous beliefs. Two guys can't even kiss in the street without someone thinking its wrong and that they're going to hell. I'll admit that they are loosening their tight grip on the bible and leaning towards more 'liberated' ideals, but until we come out of this mind frame, I fear the American population will never be free.
That is why some of the varied sexual orientation choose to visit the wonderful country of the rising sun: Japan.
To spend time with a people that do not take the time to judge your every action. There, if you want you buy porno on the street, you can! If you want to buy little girls 'used' underwear just to sniff, you can! But most importantly, if you happen to think two guys getting together and screwing like rabbits is the hottest thing on the planet, they welcome you with warm, comforting arms. They understand you and have all types of media to release your dormant inner yaoi fan girl/boy tendencies...
The girl stopped reading and looked up at her male counterpart with a funny look; his blue eyes were focused intently on her, blonde brows raised in anticipation. He leaned forward in his chair across from her, his head leaning on both fists, oblivious to all coherence's. She cleared her throat, then, out of an act of nervousness, twirled a lock of her navy blue hair around a violet-tipped finger.
"So..." He urged, his sapphire eyes hopeful.
"You don't see anything wrong with this prompt?" she questioned, a little surprised.
He frowned, snatching the notebook paper away, glancing through the words. He pursed his lips when he was done, looking up and shaking his head. "What's wrong with it?"
"You can't write that, Naruto!" Her normally quiet voice rose, earning a 'shush' from the nearby library attendant.
"Why not?" His eyes were surprised.
"Because." She said in a hushed whisper.
"Lemme guess, cause I put the religious stuff in here, right?"
Her pale eyes almost popped out of her skull, was he serious?
She snorted. "Yeah and it kind of clashes with the talk about used schoolgirl panties in vending machines."
Naruto bent his head over the paper again. "Hey," he started after a few once-overs. "I didn't say anything about vending machines... How would you know about that?" His expressive eyebrow raised in suspicion.
Her normally pale face turned a deep scarlet as the bluenette searched for an excuse. "W-Well I-I ... m-meaning t-that... um... y-you s-see..." She stuttered, dreading the return of the thing that plagued her youth.
"Jeeze, Hinata, you're not gonna have a stutter-fit are you?"
She sighed, giving up. "Naruto, you cant turn that kind of stuff in. Be serious, the professor won't accept it."
"And why the hell wouldn't he? It's the truth." He stated proudly, smiling, his eyes disappearing behind his prominent dimples. Hinata blushed, when he did that she regretted that the blonde was gay.
Oh well, fate couldn't be helped.
"It's just... oh never mind." She looked up at the clock sitting on the wall, it was almost two 'o clock. "Come on, lets go, we gotta meet Kiba pretty soon." Naruto's grin--if possible--grew larger.
"Ahh, Kiba, huh." He jerked his eyebrows up and down suggestively; her blush grew wider, covering her face in deep scarlet.
"Yes, two weeks now." She said while gathering her big, bulky math book and tossing it into the over-stuffed backpack Neji got her for Graduation.
"I'm happy for you." Naruto said abruptly, his things were already put away. He stood beside the table watching--not bothering to help--her put her things away. He smirked at he saw the tips of her ears darken another three shades. "And for the love of god, don't be so shy about it; you turn red when I mention his name. Is he that good?"
Now her face started to turn burgundy.
"What?! No, we haven't done any thing like that."
"Bummer, I heard he's hung like a horse."
Naruto laughed then, placing his hands behind his head in a comfortable position as the blue haired girl walked beside him. After a few moments of silence, he got fed up with the quiet and asked his long time friend the question he had been dying to know since she told him they would be meeting her beau later on that day.
"Hey Hinata?" He stated casually, not trying to make himself seem too eager.
The girl turned curious orchid eyes towards him.
"You're cousin's gonna be there, right?"
Hinata paused for a second. "Neji? Yeah, he'll be there... Why?" The blonde shrugged.
"Just wandering." If Neji was going to be there, that means hewas gonna be there too. Naruto almost jumped for joy... almost.
It had been a long time since the Uzumaki had been in a real relationship. Far too long. He was in his prime--twenty years old, healthy and spry (spry? who says that anymore?)--he was ready for anything. And since he got rid of that whorehe was sure his heart was ready for anything too. Sasuke had been a convenience, someone to fuck, then get rid of. He knew he sounded like a bad person saying that, but it was the truth. There was no love between him and the Uchiha, just sex, and neither one seemed to have a problem with it. They used each other--think of it as a mutual agreement--and when Naruto was done, he dropped the guy faster than he could blink. Sasuke Uchiha had the reputation of doing the exact same thing, so why not give the bastard a taste of his own medicine?
Naruto smiled as he remembered the look on the ebony-haired boys face. It was the look that said 'I'm the hottest pice of ass on campus, you can't dump me', but sure enough he was dumped, like the piece of garbage that he was.
But of course he got over it--like always. Two days later Naruto found him clinging to the arm of some older guy who wore too much make up and hideous purple eye makeup. 'Must be his pimp' Naruto thought at the time, laughing while he walked to his afternoon class. He didn't worry about it anymore, however. There was someone else that tickled his fancies, someone much better than Sasuke Uchiha, but the only problem was Naruto didn't know the guy all that well; he was a friend of Neji's, a freshman. And Naruto swore on every blonde head on his body that he would have that freshman--in every way possible.
Just as soon as he figured out his name.
Yes, the name, the only aspect keeping him from reaching his petty little goal. It was pretty pathetic from a bystanders point of view, but hey, this was Naruto Uzumaki, he would do almost anything to meet a new, virile piece of fresh meat, and nothing was gonna stop him from getting into the pants of the cute little red head always trailing behind Neji Hyuuga.
The duo arrived at the campus courtyard sooner than expected, but already saw a group of friendly--and not so friendly-collage-goers surrounding a low, circular plateau. Some were seated at the edge of the steps, other in adjacent benches. One of the students--a brunette, tall and classically handsome by Naruto's standards--stood to wave a greeting at them. Kiba pulled Hinata in for a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek, causing the girl to blush slightly, he chuckled a little when he saw this.
"It's about time you got here, we were getting restless." He said in a cheerful voice, turning around to lead the still blushing girl to one of the benches nearby, where he gave her a small lunch box containing her food. Hinata said a quiet thank you before siting and enjoying her meal with the rest of the group.
Naruto, on the other hand, was too busy searching to notice the actions of the shy Hyuuga. He attempted to glance around the faces of his peers nonchalantly, not searching for green eyes under a mass of scarlet hair. He almost jumped out of his skin when a hand clamped down on his shoulder from behind him. He started a little, turning his head to see his captor; the translucent, almost white eyes were full of hidden amusement. Naruto frowned.
"Jeeze, Neji, don't creep up on me like that." He put his palm to his heart in feigned shock. The elder Hyuuga rolled his eyes.
"What's the matter, Naruto? Looking for someone?" He tilted his head to the side, his smirk was too close to a smile.
The blonde was quick to put on an act. He sputtered, "Whu...I...psshh, no."
Neji's eyebrow lifted in blatant disbelief. "Really?" Naruto tool the defensive, narrowing his eyes at the slightly taller male.
"Yeah, why? Should I be looking for someone?"
"Maybe. They're certainly looking for you."
Wait... Someone was looking for him? That didn't sound right... Who could possibly? Unless... Dammit! Finish your sentences, Naruto. Ok, now, just ask Neji what he means. Who could be looking for me? Absolutely not the red head hottie... Could it? Naruto's thoughts rambled on even as he stared at the Hyuuga in disbelief, a funny look crossing his features. Neji rolled his eyes again began to walk away.
"Wait, Neji! Who's looking for me?" He reached out for the bunette's shoulder, almost coming into contact with it, before someone grabbed his arm, yanking him backwards to a full halt. The blonde was about to scream out a string of curses to the person for almost making him fall fat on his ass, before he found himself staring into dull green eyes. His mouth snapped shut immediately.