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Fic -The Power of Love: Take Two - 2/?
Title: The Power of Love: Take 2
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Deidara/Lee/Sasuke
Warnings: Crack and mild shonen-ai
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Inviting a member of the Akatsuki to stay in the village was bound to have consequences.
Notes: This took longer to upload here than it should have. My PC's being a dick and I had to use my laptop. Argh!
Ever since she had first met him, at the first Chuunin exams, Lee’s crush on her had been a constant in Haruno Sakura’s life
Ever since she had first met him, at the first Chuunin exams, Lee’s crush on her had been a constant in Haruno Sakura’s life. His requests for dates were as predictable as the sun rising in the East, the sky being blue and Naruto being an idiot.
Then, one day, he’d returned from a solo mission with her long-lost team mate Uchiha Sasuke and a member of the Akatsuki in tow. Apparently, he’d got a bit bored of waiting around for her to accept him, and had gone and found himself two highly attractive – albeit insane – male replacements.
It was a massive blow to her self esteem.
Lee’s crush on her had been her crutch over the past few years. No matter how many times she despaired at her appearance; about how Ino suddenly had way bigger breasts than her; about how Hinata had blossomed into a gorgeous – and surprisingly buxom, underneath those baggy clothes – raven-haired beauty; about how TenTen managed to be cool and calm and collected and oh-so-toned, even in front of her crush… No matter what happened, she’d always had Lee somewhere in the background to remind her that there was someone in the world who found her attractive.
To find out that he was now dating two ludicrously handsome and powerful young men made Sakura feel terrible. Especially since one of those men was her Sasuke-kun: the boy she’d spent a good portion of her youth obsessing over.
And he was worth the obsession, Sakura noted, because damn. He was all cool and toned and he radiated power and ice-cold charisma.
Then there was Deidara, with his long golden-blond hair, bright blue eyes, effeminate features and the mouths on his palms that had definite pervert potential.
Sakura had to wonder, seeing them all together – grocery shopping, of all things – if she had missed something about Lee. He looked the same as always: shiny bowl cut, long lashes, eye-burningly horrific outfit consisting of green spandex and orange leg warmers, a near-perpetual bounce in his step, and an aura of sheer determination that was by no means diminished by the looks he and his lovers were getting (or by the actions of said lovers).
Deidara had managed to grab several pots of something that looked suspiciously like ramen and had put them in the basket before either of the other two had noticed. Sasuke was shooting longing looks towards the rack of pocky in between shooting furious glares at everyone in sight who wasn’t either a. Lee, or b. Deidara.
It was incredibly – surprisingly – domestic.
The scene was shattered when some idiot – Sakura didn’t know him, but she was definitely going to report him to the Hokage – broke his silence.
“So the freak teamed up with an Iwa bastard and Orochimaru’s whore…”
The sheer amount of killing intent the three of them radiated was almost solid. Even though it wasn’t directed at her, Sakura felt her breath leave her in a gasp. She was suddenly reminded that, despite the scene of apparent domestic bliss, the last time she had seen Deidara, he had been using Gaara’s corpse as a seat. She was reminded that three years ago, Sasuke had been capable of driving his hand through the chest of his best friend.
She was reminded that, inability to perform jutsu notwithstanding, Rock Lee was one of the top, up and coming Chuunin of Konoha: someone who had made it that far with only Taijutsu.
Needless to say, the man who had spoken quailed under the combined force of their hatred. She wondered if he would pass out.
“Lee?” she found herself saying. She wasn’t sure why she wanted to take their attention away from the man – who clearly had no survival instincts whatsoever – and direct it towards herself. Maybe it was because she had a better chance of diffusing the situation than anyone else in the shop. Maybe it was because she wanted to finish her shopping without the thought of death, destruction and one hell of a big explosion in the middle of down town Konoha.
She resisted the urge to squeak when Lee turned his glare on her, only to have it vanish. He beamed at her, flashing perfect, sparkling white teeth and waved. “Hello Sakura-chan!” he greeted. “How are you?”
“Oh, fine,” she said, shooting nervous looks at Sasuke and Deidara, who still looked like they were about to dismember the man who had called them out. “You?”
“We are doing well,” Lee said. “Settling in. We have had some mixed reactions, though.”
She’d always thought Lee was a bit mad, but it didn’t really hit her how mad until then. Surely he hadn’t expected people to welcome Sasuke – okay, well, maybe Sasuke wasn’t the problem – and Deidara into Konoha with open arms. Had he? Apparently he had.
Evidently, Lee’s grasp on reality was weaker than she’d thought.
“So I’ve noticed,” she said. “I’m glad you’re alright though. Er…”
Sasuke and Deidara had apparently noticed that the third member of their relationship was having a conversation. They both recognised her, and Sasuke greeted her with a nod; she smiled back tentatively. Deidara, on the other hand, was giving her an odd look.
She looked back. He looked surprisingly like Naruto – they had the same colouring – though he didn’t seem quite as friendly. He was prettier though; she hadn’t really noticed that the first time they’d met. It’s hard to get distracted by someone’s looks when they’re using one of your friend’s friends as a bench.
Then recognition dawned in his one visible eye. “Hey,” he said. His voice was really far deeper than she had expected. “You’re the chick who killed Sasori-danna, yeah.” He was grinning.
Oh hell. Apparently she’d made a friend.
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Deidara/Lee/Sasuke
Warnings: Crack and mild shonen-ai
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Inviting a member of the Akatsuki to stay in the village was bound to have consequences.
Notes: This took longer to upload here than it should have. My PC's being a dick and I had to use my laptop. Argh!
Ever since she had first met him, at the first Chuunin exams, Lee’s crush on her had been a constant in Haruno Sakura’s life
Ever since she had first met him, at the first Chuunin exams, Lee’s crush on her had been a constant in Haruno Sakura’s life. His requests for dates were as predictable as the sun rising in the East, the sky being blue and Naruto being an idiot.
Then, one day, he’d returned from a solo mission with her long-lost team mate Uchiha Sasuke and a member of the Akatsuki in tow. Apparently, he’d got a bit bored of waiting around for her to accept him, and had gone and found himself two highly attractive – albeit insane – male replacements.
It was a massive blow to her self esteem.
Lee’s crush on her had been her crutch over the past few years. No matter how many times she despaired at her appearance; about how Ino suddenly had way bigger breasts than her; about how Hinata had blossomed into a gorgeous – and surprisingly buxom, underneath those baggy clothes – raven-haired beauty; about how TenTen managed to be cool and calm and collected and oh-so-toned, even in front of her crush… No matter what happened, she’d always had Lee somewhere in the background to remind her that there was someone in the world who found her attractive.
To find out that he was now dating two ludicrously handsome and powerful young men made Sakura feel terrible. Especially since one of those men was her Sasuke-kun: the boy she’d spent a good portion of her youth obsessing over.
And he was worth the obsession, Sakura noted, because damn. He was all cool and toned and he radiated power and ice-cold charisma.
Then there was Deidara, with his long golden-blond hair, bright blue eyes, effeminate features and the mouths on his palms that had definite pervert potential.
Sakura had to wonder, seeing them all together – grocery shopping, of all things – if she had missed something about Lee. He looked the same as always: shiny bowl cut, long lashes, eye-burningly horrific outfit consisting of green spandex and orange leg warmers, a near-perpetual bounce in his step, and an aura of sheer determination that was by no means diminished by the looks he and his lovers were getting (or by the actions of said lovers).
Deidara had managed to grab several pots of something that looked suspiciously like ramen and had put them in the basket before either of the other two had noticed. Sasuke was shooting longing looks towards the rack of pocky in between shooting furious glares at everyone in sight who wasn’t either a. Lee, or b. Deidara.
It was incredibly – surprisingly – domestic.
The scene was shattered when some idiot – Sakura didn’t know him, but she was definitely going to report him to the Hokage – broke his silence.
“So the freak teamed up with an Iwa bastard and Orochimaru’s whore…”
The sheer amount of killing intent the three of them radiated was almost solid. Even though it wasn’t directed at her, Sakura felt her breath leave her in a gasp. She was suddenly reminded that, despite the scene of apparent domestic bliss, the last time she had seen Deidara, he had been using Gaara’s corpse as a seat. She was reminded that three years ago, Sasuke had been capable of driving his hand through the chest of his best friend.
She was reminded that, inability to perform jutsu notwithstanding, Rock Lee was one of the top, up and coming Chuunin of Konoha: someone who had made it that far with only Taijutsu.
Needless to say, the man who had spoken quailed under the combined force of their hatred. She wondered if he would pass out.
“Lee?” she found herself saying. She wasn’t sure why she wanted to take their attention away from the man – who clearly had no survival instincts whatsoever – and direct it towards herself. Maybe it was because she had a better chance of diffusing the situation than anyone else in the shop. Maybe it was because she wanted to finish her shopping without the thought of death, destruction and one hell of a big explosion in the middle of down town Konoha.
She resisted the urge to squeak when Lee turned his glare on her, only to have it vanish. He beamed at her, flashing perfect, sparkling white teeth and waved. “Hello Sakura-chan!” he greeted. “How are you?”
“Oh, fine,” she said, shooting nervous looks at Sasuke and Deidara, who still looked like they were about to dismember the man who had called them out. “You?”
“We are doing well,” Lee said. “Settling in. We have had some mixed reactions, though.”
She’d always thought Lee was a bit mad, but it didn’t really hit her how mad until then. Surely he hadn’t expected people to welcome Sasuke – okay, well, maybe Sasuke wasn’t the problem – and Deidara into Konoha with open arms. Had he? Apparently he had.
Evidently, Lee’s grasp on reality was weaker than she’d thought.
“So I’ve noticed,” she said. “I’m glad you’re alright though. Er…”
Sasuke and Deidara had apparently noticed that the third member of their relationship was having a conversation. They both recognised her, and Sasuke greeted her with a nod; she smiled back tentatively. Deidara, on the other hand, was giving her an odd look.
She looked back. He looked surprisingly like Naruto – they had the same colouring – though he didn’t seem quite as friendly. He was prettier though; she hadn’t really noticed that the first time they’d met. It’s hard to get distracted by someone’s looks when they’re using one of your friend’s friends as a bench.
Then recognition dawned in his one visible eye. “Hey,” he said. His voice was really far deeper than she had expected. “You’re the chick who killed Sasori-danna, yeah.” He was grinning.
Oh hell. Apparently she’d made a friend.