Chapter #22Marshmallow Hell by: NoMore   Naruto wasn't the only young ninja skulking in the alleyways that day. Sasuke was finding them to be a welcome retreat himself. Sakura had approached him earlier to pester him for a date for the zillionth time, and she was being even more annoyingly insistent than usual in pretending she didn't hear his flat refusal. But that was only the start of his problems. Shortly afterward, he had run afoul of several of his former female classmates, who had just caught wind of the conversation. And upon seeing that he was not getting along with the only girl on his team, they all decided it was their turn to have a shot at the Uchiha prodigy.
So Sasuke did the only thing that a brave, intelligent, and highly skillful ninja could do when faced against such overwhelming odds: he ran like the dickens for the nearest hiding place! And since then, he was keeping a low profile while he made his way to the training fields so he could get his exercise routine done for the day.
"Kami," he cursed. "What is wrong with the women of this village? Can they not see I want nothing to do with them? This is harassment! I should sue!"
He figured it was probably high time to get a lawyer. The silent treatment and the cold attitude were not working, and if he resorted to violence, then he would be the one who got in trouble. This problem with the young female population of Konoha had to be stopped once and for all, because it was starting to get out of control from his point of view.
That was when something swift and yellow suddenly struck him. It happened so fast, he couldn't register it. All he knew was that it sent him to the ground, blacked out his vision, and kept the air from reaching his lungs.
Can't breathe...can't breathe, he silently wailed as panic crept in. Got careless, didn't anticipate an attack. Sasuke gasped some more, struggling to swallow a few wisps of air, but it was all in vain. Two warm and deceptively soft masses had engulfed his face and blockaded both his mouth and his nose. He didn't know what they were, but they were too powerful for him to fight against right now. It looked like...he was going to die.
Is this how it's going to end for me? Suffocating in the streets of my own village, with my clan unavenged and my brother still free?
"Oh shit!" a female voice cried.
The masses released their hold and rose from his face. Sasuke gasped as life-giving air flooded back into his throat. He opened his eyes to see the assailant that attacked him. And when he did, they nearly widened to the size of dinner plates.
Oh Kami, it was even worse than he thought. It wasn't a random mugger or an enemy ninja. It was another one of his crazy fans! And she was so desperate for Sasuke's heart, that she had tackled him completely butt naked right there in the street! And those mysterious things that had nearly smothered him to death weren't any sort of weapons, or a deadly jutsu, but her...her...
"Sasuke?" the girl said, looking down at him with her wide blue eyes.
"Get off me, you crazy bitch!" he roared. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"I-I," the naked girl stammered. She however paused when she heard the sound of running footsteps coming from down the blind corner. Many footsteps, belonging to the growing feet of what had to be at least half a dozen teenage girls.
"He must've gone this way!" said one.
"Hey, wait for me," said another one.
"No way! Love does not wait for anyone."
"Today, he will be mine!"
They all appeared, all at once. Several girls that Sasuke had shared a classroom with at some point or another during his academy days. And besides Sakura, he didn't really remember any of their names. They all looked angry and determined...that was, until they saw the scandalizing sight before them of an older blonde straddling their collective heartthrob with not a stitch of clothing on her body.
The air turned cold. Silence befell the whole village. A crow squawked in the sky, a dog barked in the distance, and a gasp of horror fell over the entire group. Horror soon melted away to jealousy, and jealousy quickly turned into burning hot hatred.
"Hold on," said the naked blonde. "Th-this isnt what it looks like!"
"How could you?" one girl said in a voice that was half a growl and half a whimper.
"Who the hell is she?" another one demanded.
"I swear, she looks familiar," said a third.
"Kill the naked hussy!" a fourth shouted, raising a fist in the air.
And a certain pinkette in a red qipao stood there in complete silence, fists trembling at her sides and steam shooting out of her ears. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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