Shoseki by fuyuko
Summary: “What do you think is in it?” the idiotic, self life threatening blonde inquired curiously, “He reads it everyday.”

Enclosed in the special book might be a variety of genres of perfectly scuplted writing ranging from gushy romance novels to deathly humorous comedies. Will they finally find out the interior of the mysterious manuscript?
Categories: MadFic > Other Characters: Jiraiya, Kakashi Hatake, Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha
Genres: Humor
Warnings: Sexual Themes
Challenges: , Anything
Challenges: , Anything
Series: None
Chapters: 2 Completed: No Word count: 1735 Read: 3408 Published: 08/08/08 Updated: 09/08/08

1. Sousa by fuyuko

2. Tsuizui by fuyuko

Sousa by fuyuko
Author's Notes:
Disclaimer: Naruto is the property of Masashi Kishimoto. No money is being made from the writing of this story and no copyright/trademark infringement is intended.
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A/N: I apologize for the extremely short chapter, made of mostly conversation. But this is the starting chapter, and I felt it important.
“What do you think is in it?” the idiotic, self life threatening blonde inquired curiously, “He reads it everyday.”

A jade eyed kunoichi’s voice sounded in patent counter, “It must be something interesting, seeing as it never seems to end.”

“I’d like to see it.” Claimed the demon container cheerfully, throwing lackadaisical, bronzed hands vigorously into the expanse of unambiguous, cobalt sky.

“I don’t know.” The girl cautioned in rejoinder, her fair skinned hands vigilantly tucked under her chin, “I’m not sure if I really want to find out.”

Finally, the soundless, striking boy formerly leaning nonchalantly against a jagged barked tree retorted brusquely, “It’s not important; just forget it.”

“I bet you’d like to know what’s in it too, Sasuke!!” snickered Naruto evilly, a broad, eloquent grin pasted wickedly on his suntanned face.

Swiftly turning away, a light hue colored on his flawless, insipid face, the attractive teen snapped crossly, “Why would I care?”

“Whatever you say.” The contented kitsune teased childishly. He unmistakably knew well enough that the surfaced averse Sasuke also wanted dreadfully to find out.

“You know what I think is in it?” interrogated the aggravating blonde, only to promptly counter to his own inquisition, “I think it could be a book full of jokes, because he’s always giggling irritatingly.”

“Or some romance novel.” Pensively presented Sakura, her brilliant, but now wasted mind lost cavernously in itinerant, unfeasible imaginings.

Sasuke offered almost inaudibly, singularly for the normally hushed raven haired, “Or a tactics book.”

“Come on, you’re not being creative.” Naruto complained exasperatingly, earning a demising, defiant stare to be mailed instantly towards him, “You’ve been brainwashed, Sasuke.”

Astoundingly finding no terse, diminutive response, the flaxen haired continued innovatively, “Or it could be a text book.”

“Why would a teacher need to read a text book?” debated Sakura calculatingly, common sense lodged acutely into the react.

“For fun?” stated the illogical fox container basically, feverishly scratching the back of his often idle head fearfully, “Or it could be various perverted pictures!!”

Fiercely embarrassed with an evident blush tinted on her ghost colored face, she hissed furiously, “You pervert!! Why would he do that?!”

“It was a suggestion, Sakura.” Naruto avowed dejectedly, despondently impaired by the fact that his darling crush had once again wordlessly, inadvertently communicated the infinitely towering disinterest she held for him.

“We’ll track him tomorrow,” cleanly declared Sasuke after a vacant, tongue-tied atmosphere had settled uniformly, “as it’s our break. And it could be good training, since Naruto can’t seem to shadow correctly.”

“Shut up.” Squabbled Naruto heatedly, his mouth curling treacherously into a precarious smile.

Sasuke’s iniquitous, notorious but somehow fittingly sleek smirk slid slickly into place, “Whatever.”
Tsuizui by fuyuko
Author's Notes:
Disclaimer: Naruto is the property of Masashi Kishimoto. No money is being made from the writing of this story and no copyright/trademark infringement is intended.
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A/N: I hope this chapter is not as "word packed" as the last. Vixkill mentioned that it was harder on readers, so I hope this is better.
“Are we ready?” queried an overly animated kitsune, eager to finally uncover the underlying scattered truth of the inexplicably fascinating book.

Sasuke exhaled sharply, aggravated as he unrelentlessly allowed his supposedly soporific day be disrupted by such irrelevant nonsense, “Let’s just go.”

Nodding fervently, the golden haired ninja stepped strident onto the concreted, hefty bricked pavement, his shuffles apparent to even unnoticing passerbys. It was going to be a long, boring day full of nonsense for the annoyed Uchiha.

“Ah!!” claimed the idiotic Naruto loudly, “There he is!!”

Pointing quite rudely, the idiotic latter rushed, uselessly hiding behind the heavy, wooden door. Their astute teacher was undoubtedly heading into an adult rated book store. Snickering knowingly, Naruto returned gleefully to his previously abandoned teammates, a wise cracking, assuming smile plastered on his excited face.

Sakura sighed heavily, rubbing her exposed forehead, “What is he doing?”

“What’s it look like he’s doing?” the demon container responded animatedly, waving his hands energetically in the cloudless sky, “He’s buying adult rated books. So I guess I was right about the pervert stuff, huh?”

“He could be browsing.” Sasuke stated tranquilly, a logical possibility.

The skilled Jounin appeared gracefully at the framed doorway, preparing to leave. As he strode down the street casually, one gloved hand jammed haphazardly into his pocket, the other held a suspicious looking book. With an unneeded, evident gesture, Naruto tagged behind his irresponsible teacher quite noticeably. Darting hastily from lifeless object to inert item was not the way he had originally planned to spend his fantastic break. However, the dim thought nagging incessantly at the back of his somehow crowded mind kept pulling him towards the inexplicable book.

“Hello.” Claimed the silver haired suddenly, “Nice meeting you here.”

“Kakashi.” Simply returned the unknown friend.

The former Anbu nodded calmly, starting to head towards the secret hiding place along with his associate.

Sakura visibly tensed, clenching her teeth as her paper white hand fisted forcefully, “What are we going to do? He’s coming over here?”

“Just act natural.” Sasuke smoothly replied, his tone low and kept.

The seemingly exaggerated footsteps grew inevitably louder with each fleeting, terrifying second before the sharp teacher caught them.

“What are you guys doing here?”

“Nothing.” Promptly countered Naruto, his cerulean eyes dashing back and forth violently, “We’re just talking is all.”

Kakashi’s alert gaze shifted from one sweating, apprehensive face to the next, searching guardedly for signs of unwillingly surrendered information.

“Alright then, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The fretful three supplied numerous nods in rushed understanding. As the hoary haired man leisurely turned, the three exhaled deeply, it was too close. Once he was an insignificant speck in their wide range of perfect vision, Naruto cautiously began to shadow. They were lead towards a common tea shop, where the experienced teacher stopped with his friend.

Eavesdropping is a malicious form of distrust. However, in this exceptional case, the three had a faultless excuse as it was for the sake of their cherished teacher’s blessed eyes. They must discuss cautiously and finally decide whether the mystifying manuscript is suitable for his age.

“And what did she say?”

A lengthy pause assumed the straightforward subject before an averse answer materialized, “I’m not sure, the book didn’t say.”

“Really? Well you’re in trouble now.”

“How’s that?” retorted the indifferent Jounin.

“You don’t like her?” the emotional friend directly followed, faux tears welling up in his glimmering eyes as large hands clasped together dramatically, thespian hand movements following each cautiously chosen description, “Her beautiful, flowing golden hair? What about her wonderfully loyal brown eyes? She is so cute!!”

Kakashi shook his head admittingly, scratching the outlandishly colored silver hair, “She’s pretty, but I don’t like that character.”

As if understanding undoubtedly what the two adults were conversing in controlled undertones, Naruto motioned with authoritively, “I think we’re done here.”

“We should go check the book store, to see what might be in it.” Noted Sasuke silkily, gaining a timely supportive nod from an approving Sakura.

Naruto gawked at the ingenious Uchiha disbelievingly, “Why? You want to buy something?”

“I’m saying,” treacherously hissed the hallowed raven haired, apparent frustration palpable in his usually composed tone, “That we should check to see if the book he normally reads is there.”

“Why didn’t we do that in the start?” spat the dumbfounded blonde.

Sasuke had preferred not to stupidly debate, it was an unproblematic reason as to why they wouldn’t foolishly start in the barren bookstore, “Because, you idiot, there are many bookstores here. How would we know which one to start? They could sell that stupid book in any bookstore.”

“That’s right, Naruto. Think a little.” Sakura settled punctually, nodding her head as if perceptive of some unveiled secret.

The three vigilantly stalked towards the said book shop. Around the wooden fenced corner would be the longed destination.

A minute, silver cased bell clanged against the thoroughly polished glass door as the three entered somewhat inaudibly. The book keeper was staring down strictly at his work, attempting to trimly wrap a book with futility. They swiftly hid around a stack of highly piled readings, hazardous to people particularly prone to gaucheness.

There were an infinite number of volumes to the endless collection of R rated books, each decorating a saved space in the wooden case.

“Are we supposed to look through all of them?” questioned Naruto disbelievingly. He wanted nothing to do with these types of disturbing novels.

Sasuke glanced around the infinitesimal, packed shop nervously, “No. Use your head. We’ll look for the ones that match the cover the most.”

The tedious work began with apprehensive minds distressing about the contents of adult rated material. Sasuke earnestly flipped open the cover of a ginger covered paperback, his scanning, ebony eyes apprehensive. Drawn rather clearly, in pure grey scale were two fully undressed males, lying in the oddest of all positions. No wonder it was adult rated. This was way too extreme for the solemn Uchiha.

“Excuse me,” a low, incensed voice uttered from behind them gravely, “But you are not of legal age to be here.”

Naruto stood daringly, his azure eyes glinting roguishly, “We’re looking for a book.”

The shop keeper’s giant, bronzed hands crossed his built chest as his despising, russet colored eyes narrowed inevitably, “You are not of legal age to be here.”

“That’s fine.” Sasuke retorted curtly, his tone hushed and velvety, “We were going to get a present for our teacher. We’re going, Naruto, Sakura.”

The toxic statement could not be argued over, the trio left abruptly, Sasuke’s sinful pride leading to the downfall of their entire plan.

“Great, Sasuke!!” Naruto exclaimed vociferously while pacing away from the immoral store, “Now we don’t know what book he’s reading.”

Sakura unexpectedly gasped, realizing an important mental note, “Tsunade-sama said that Jiraiya-sama might arrive today. I’m assuming that he writes the books that Kakashi-sensei reads.”

“He’s a pervert.” fluently declared the kitsune, folding his arms behind his head effortlessly, “He uses his stupid book as an excuse to look at unsuspecting women!!”

“We could as him about his book.” Declared Sasuke coolly, restfully stuffing pale hands into his pockets, “Seeing as Kakashi and him have heated discussions about it.”

“That’s a great idea, Sasuke!! You’re such a genius!!” screeched Sakura exasperatingly, her ghostly hands clasped in front of her spiritedly.

Sigh. Sasuke hated these pointless hunts with a smoldering fervor. But he admitted reluctantly, they were somehow enjoyable.
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