Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Mating Season ❯ Coming To An End Pt. 1 ( Chapter 10 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

-----Author’s note: Ok, you know what? My quarter just ended, and the weather is crappy. This is the final stretch of Mating Season, but I want to approach it a little differently than I originally did.....when was it, three or four nights ago? Whatever.

I am going to upload a new chapter every two nights until I finish Jiraiya’s plan, at which point I should have exhausted every little joke and idea I have for this story. This way, I can write a little more and have something to do while the weather sucks. If people get pissed because of this and want to cause me physical harm, I wish you the best of luck in doing so. I don’t think anyone should, however, because it means there will be a bit more to peruse, and I can explore.....poorly chosen word.....every last bloody facet to this. Besides, this means you get to read a little more every two nights starting now as opposed to a few chapters worth in one sitting only God knows when! It will be done in four to six nights, maybe eight, I’m not sure.

Yes, I AM an indecisive little ponce, thank you for noticing.

I do not own Naruto, but any other characters and ideas are my own. Enjoy.....-----


Kakashi paused to look over his shoulder. He felt an incredible power explode into existence. It was like nothing he had ever felt before in his life. Nothing could compare to the sheer energy in the air. But just as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished. He would have sworn the ground beneath him had quivered in the wake of the awe inspiring strength that had just seconds ago echoed throughout existence, silencing crying babies and making old men tear up.

“What the hell was that?” The copy ninja couldn’t help but ask aloud, looking around a little bit as if the confused people around him could give him some sort of an answer. He was met with equally puzzled looks, though what happened next gave him some sort of an idea of what was happening.

-

“Yeah, so.....” Shikamaru looked from Ino to Temari, wondering how in the hell life got so complicated that he had this kind of problem on his plate. Other guys would kill to be in this situation, but Shikamaru would kill those guys to be out of it. Why couldn’t one girl have feelings for him? Just one. She didn’t have to be a beauty queen like either of these two. She didn’t even need some sort of special quality or trait. Hell freaking no. He’d be perfectly fine with your average, run of the mill girl. But no, he was cursed to being the target of two, count them, two different gorgeous girl’s affections. Life sucked.

‘Holy hell, feelings suck!’ He thought, amazed that he was getting flustered.

“Well?” Ino asked impatiently, ready to knock both of them out and be done with it. At the very least, she could drag Shikamaru away afterward to either A) Tie him up and throw him in a river, B) Hide him from Temari because if she can’t have him, herself, than nobody else is going to, or C) Do what she wants with the guy, then move on. Or in. To his place. Because she loves him.
‘God dammit, feelings suck!’ Ino shouted at herself mentally.

“Yeah, what’s the problem? It should be an easy choice!” Temari was getting impatient, too. God, just comparing the two of them should make it clear who he should pick. Not only did they both look very different physically, but anyone could tell that they were VERY different inside, too. Geez, she was getting ready to knock the two of them out and be done with it. At the very least, she could drag Shikamaru away afterward to either A) Tie him up and abandon him in the desert, B) Hide him from Ino because if she can’t have him, herself, than nobody else is going to, or C) Do what she wants with the guy, then move on. Or in. To his place. Because she loves him.

‘Son of a bitch, feelings suck!’ Temari growled inwardly.

The ground beneath the three trembled slightly, a wave of power washing over them. It was odd. Odd, and somewhat beautiful. In a very unattractive and hypocritical sense of the word, anyway. Before he knew what was happening, Shikamaru was gazing at two flushed beauties, barely audible groans passing over their lips as their eyes sort of glazed over. He was thrown to the ground so viciously as they dashed by that he honest to God bounced.

-

“It’s.....It’s really hard for me to do this.....”

“.....T-To talk?”

Shino Aburame nodded a little bit to affirm that Hinata Hyuuga had hit the nail on the head with that assumption. The two were currently in the forests outside of the village, where they had been training, “B-But it’s even harder when it’s about.....you know.....feelings.”

“Y-You know you can tell me anything, Shino. After all, we’re teammates, and we need to be honest with each other,” Hinata gave him a friendly smile and set her hand on his knee. That alone was one of the more forward things Hinata had ever done in her life (That she can recall), and it made Shino’s palms start to sweat a little bit.

He wanted desperately to say the first thing that had come to his mind, which was that he wanted her to take the ‘team’ out of ‘teammates’, but he just couldn’t see himself doing it. For a long while, now, he had tried to ignore the thoughts he had been having of her, believing that she had some sort of affection for Naruto. The harder he tried to bottle these thoughts and feelings up, however, the harder they became to bottle up and forget. Her touch alone was making him start to sweat nervously, and words were about to fall out as even an option. His throat was so dry.....Using all of his willpower, he brought his eyes up to face her’s, opened his mouth, and.....froze.

Hinata was trembling a little bit, her face was red, and a thin stream of blood was working its way down onto her upper lip. Before he could even say ‘I want to be your love bug’, his cleverly invented line, he was knocked violently onto his side only to watch as Hinata made a mad dash for the village.

-

“I.....I can’t do anymore.....p-please, stop!”

“Oh, you want me to stop? Do you really? I told you I would when you wanted me to.”

“Ah.....Y-Yes.....Stop.....”

̶ 0;Are you sure?”

“.....No, don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!”

Iruka Umino’s fist was poised to knock on Anko’s door, but he found that knocking seemed like one of the worst ideas he had ever had. Rather, listening intently with his ear pressed to the door sounded better. Much better.

Neji Hyuuga was in front of him, ear pressed to the door in a similar fashion. He was doused by a shot of blood when Tenten let out a scream, which signified that she had either A) Felt something REALLY good, B) Felt something bad but REALLY liked it, or C) She was hurt. Neji, fearing that option C might be the one, as is the case with most guys who worry about a girl, kicked the door down and stormed Anko’s apartment.

What he saw will forever change his opinion of both girls, whether it be for the better or worse shall be left for each individual person to decide for themselves. Whichever way his opinion of them was swayed, the opinion he held of himself was body-slammed by an eyeful of completely innocent training between two female ninjas.

“What the hell? What are you knocking my door down for, you spaz?” Anko barked, coming up out of her fighting stance, the tonfas she held in her hands now directed at Neji, as opposed to their original target, Tenten.

“Why is there blood all over your head? Are you ok?” Tenten asked, rushing to his side. She left her two tonfa where she had been standing, a few feet away rom Anko. All of Anko’s meager belongings had been shoved aside to give them enough room to train. The jounin had insisted on them doing it at her place so no one would have to know that she was training someone. Everyone would want a piece of that action if the information were to leak.

Unfortunately for her, however, Iruka had been eyeing her for awhile, now, and had seen her bring Tenten to her place for the training session. Neji had bumped into him in searching for Tenten, so the two had temporarily joined forces in an attempt to confront the women. The rest is forty-five-second-old history.

“Uh, actually.....” The guys said in unison, “We were kinda hoping you’d want to grab a cup of coffee, or something?”

The two girls stared at the two guys, both noticing a slight trembling beneath their feet. They began to sweat just slightly, their faces taking on an impressive crimson shade just before their eyes glazed over.

‘Ha, look at that. She’s blushing, and lost for words. That look in her eyes must be the fabled schoolgirl-love-sparkle, too. I am just too much,’ Neji held back a grin, as he had grown very proficient at doing so over the years, as he patted himself on the back just hard enough to knock himself over. Really hard. In fact, so hard that he hit his head on the floor, and sent Tenten sprinting out the busted door and down the street.

Anko was shortly after, having barreled by Iruka so fast that he found himself thrown up against the wall. As he slid down onto the floor, he couldn’t help but think, ‘Was it really such a bad offer?’

-

“Akamaru! You stop that, right now!”

The dog, however, was far too involved at the moment to heed Kiba’s orders, and only quickened his actions.

“Akamaru, I’m serious! You get off that dog, right now!” Kiba Inuzuka roared, finger aimed at his dog and the dog beneath his dog. They were all outside in Kiba’s backyard, smack in the middle of what was proving to be yet another day of trying to keep Akamaru from making a decision he would most likely regret later. After all, that’s what friends were for, right? “Akamaru, I’ve seen that dog with other dogs! She’s screwing around behind your back! .....Or.....other dogs are screwing around behind her back! .....Or .....she’s.....you know what, you stop because I told you to!”

Akamaru looked at Kiba like he was insane, not stopping his movement at all. In fact, it looked like he was kicking it up a notch, much to Kiba’s chagrin. Before the owner could stomp over and force his dog off of the neighborhood floozy, his sister practically tore the door off of its hinges in her rush to escape the house and speed off towards the village.

“Hana! What is it?” Kiba called after his unresponsive sister. With a groan, he followed after her. If there was trouble, he was going to be a part of it! As he moved to follow the same path of his sister, his mom rushed by him, pushing him to the ground as she passed. He looked up from the ground, wondering what in the hell was their hurry.

-

Kurenai, Tsunade, and Shizune watched as Asuma squirmed a little bit, obviously uncomfortable with his current position, which he promptly told the three women. Being the benevolent ladies that they are, the three women listened and scratched his nose and forearm, though he stoutly refused to tell them what they wanted to hear. Being that he was currently tied up and hanging from the ceiling pf Tsunade’s office didn’t really help his willingness, either.

“You know you want to tell us what she said.....” Shizune teasingly twirled her finger around on Asuma’s chest, which was facing the floor.

“I’ll tell you what Kurenai said to Naruto when you grow a pair and impregnate Hokage-sama,” Asuma stubbornly refused, closing his eyes and turning his head as much as he could to look away. God he was wishing he had a cigarette, right about now.

“That’s impossible!” Kurenai exclaimed, aggravated.

“Yeah, I’m menopausal,” Tsunade finished casually.

Asuma clenched his eyes shut tight after hearing that word, gritting his teeth, “That shouldn’t be the impossible part.....”

Before the conversation got carried any further, the building trembled just slightly enough that it could be felt, and nearby objects vibrated just a little. He heard the door fly open, at which point Asuma opened his eyes to find that he was quite alone in the room, “Hey!” He called out after the three, “You crazy bitches took my smokes! Come back!”

-

Mr. Ichiraku looked back and forth, not surprised to find that business was slow, yet again. The only customer they had, at the moment, was the pink-haired girl that Naruto loved to daydream about. .....Wow, he never thought he’d have to use ‘pink hair’ as a way to identify someone, especially to himself. Shrugging the thought off, the owner of the stand that Naruto loved so much continued to go about his cooking business, leaving the socializing with the customer up to Ayame.

“.....But I really don’t see why you don’t give him a chance,” Ayame said quietly, using her finger to poke down an ice cube in her glass.

“Because he doesn’t deserve one, that’s why. He’s so stupid, I can’t believe you’d even think I should give him a shot,” Sakura replied, looking at her ramen more than eating it.

“But he can be sweet, too. He always tries his best, and he says nice things.....when he can think of them.”

“Think? That’s a funny word to describe Kiba.”

“Well, I think that if he’s really trying to learn, you should tutor him. He did ask, after all.”

“Just because I’m a genius doesn’t mean I can teach an idiot.”

“Oh well. .....So, do you like Naruto?”

“No! That’s a terrible question. .....Besides, I don’t know why, but when I think of him, I start to want to wear a nurse’s uniform. .....And wonder why my hair is pink,” Sakura admitted, wondering if she should have just told that to the girl that Naruto probably sees every blessed night.

“Ooh, that sounds like lo.....” Ayame trailed off as the ground beneath them quivered just barely, and she began to get hot. Her breathing picked up speed, and her eyes sort of dimmed a little.

Before Mr. Ichiraku knew it, he was the only one at the stand. A little frustrated, he threw his apron down and stomped into the back, “Why do I even bother?”

-

Jiraiya, still laughing rather maniacally, watched the screen which had Kakashi smack in the center of it. The copy ninja was spinning around in confusion, gawking at the women around him in the street. They were beginning to sweat and tug uncomfortably at their clothes, breathing harder and harder as each second went by. He barely had time to escape before the women started a stampede down the street, to what destination only God knew. That’s right, Jiraiya was beginning to feel like God, and he was loving every second of it.

Genma’s voice snapped him out of his happy thoughts, “You bastard! How dare you do something like this to Naruto? He trusted you! You’ve fought alongside one another, risking your very lives as brothers would! You were almost a father to the guy!”

“Then I will do for Naruto what my father did for me.....” Jiraiya replied in a low tone.

“Your father set you up for death or crazy mob sex?”

Jiraiya let the question fall, because that was another story for another time. Actually, he was too absorbed with the screen displaying Naruto’s apartment to care much what Genma had to say, at the moment.

-

The oceanic blue chakra erupting from Naruto like a geyser receded from sight as it faded away into nothing, leaving hardly any trace that it had even been there at all.

Lee, sprawled out on the ground with his hands over his head, yelled out, “Naruto, what was that?”

The blonde shinobi looked around as if he was expecting something else to happen, but was pleasantly surprised to find that nothing at all was coming his way. No pain, no trouble, no nothing, “I don’t know. Either that was the best damn ramen I’ve ever had, or we’ve been painting for too long.”

“W-We haven’t painted anything, Naruto.....”

“Then that was the best damn ramen I’ve ever had! I’ll have to ask ero-sennin where he got it from. Actually.....there’s a flavor in there that I can’t quite place,” He began to work his tongue around in his mouth as though it might help him figure it out, “Sort of like honey.....that’s weird. Never tasted anything like that, before.”

Sitting up now that he was sure nothing bad was happening, Lee looked around for a few seconds as he sensed something in the air. .....But what? “Naruto, do you feel that?”

The blonde stopped talking to himself, also beginning to feel something in the air. He had felt it before.....but it couldn’t be that. There was no way, because no woman would willingly come within ten yards of his apartment, “Oh, ouch,” Naruto whispered to himself after thinking that, “My pride.....”

The green spandex wearing ninja rose to his feet, slowly spinning around to completely scope the room as he edged towards Naruto, “This is bad, Naruto. I don’t know what it is.....but it feels bad. But not just your normal everyday bad.....it feels like.....a youthful kind of bad.....REALLY youthful.....like.....”

“Naughty?” Naruto suggested meekly, cowering behind Lee. He had his back pressed up against his friend’s, so that they could see in both directions at once. They both knelt down simultaneously as though it would provide them with a little extra cover from the feeling in the air. Both felt a little embarrassed that they were hiding from a feeling, but neither one was going to confront it unless they absolutely had to.

The bobbed-haired ninja’s eyes widened as his gaze caught the little bit of ramen juice in Naruto’s near empty plastic bowl. It was vibrating as though something were approaching. It was barely visible, but it was very gradually growing stronger and more noticeable. When the feeling took on the form of noise, that’s when the two both began to panic.

“Go get the C-BOY!” Naruto yelled, curling up into a ball to help shield himself from what was coming.

“You get it!” Lee shouted in response, “I’ll hold off the women!” He ran over to the door, flinging it open.

Naruto would have sworn that even Lee’s clothes paled as soon as that door had opened, and he saw what the blonde would soon discover to be an ocean of stampeding female hormones. Not the kind that men are typically afraid (and even try to avoid) of, but the kind that scared Naruto, and rightly so.
“N-Naruto.....my f-friend.....you really should g-get your C-BOY.....” The youthful ninja could almost feel the youth being sucked out of him as the throng of women grew ever closer, the dust clouds they were kicking up blotting out the very sun.


-----Author’s other note: I’m never promising an ending ever again, I’ve learned a lesson, today. And the other days before this one, that led up to this one. I can’t ever stick to anything, anyway. Except the every two nights thing. I’m gonna go write more, now. Thanks for reading.....-----