Immune Emotions

Immune Emotions Immune Emotions

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fan Fiction

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A blond that was incapable of feeling anything for someone and an Uchiha that believed love wasn't meant for him. What will hapen when their paths cross?

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Summary

A blond that was incapable of feeling anything for someone and an Uchiha that believed love wasn't meant for him. What will hapen when their paths cross?

Chapter1 (v.1) - Immune Emotions

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A blond that was incapable of feeling anything for someone and an Uchiha that believed love wasn't meant for him. What will hapen when their paths cross?

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 02, 2011

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 02, 2011

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Hello, guys! Here I am with a new story, woo! I don't know how long this will turn out to be, but hopefully it will be long. Unlike my other story, which I have decided to end. Anyway, here we go….

Disclaimer: I don't own. Never will.

Warnings: Nothing for now.

There he sat. Crossed legged and elbows on desk. His lower half of his face hidden behind his entwined fingers. His expression completely sober. The light ceased from the sky; leaving a midnight color. The moon shone brightly. What a perfect setting. The cool breeze entered the room from the slightly open gondola window. The moonlight portrayed perfect shadows on his whole being; giving him a gleaming outer layer. The breeze softly moved his beautiful golden locks to one side then stopping the motion before starting it again. The corners of his eyes covered in shades of darkness along with his gold looking hair. Those crystal azure eyes that seemed so much brighter in the moons' light. His every curve: clearly visible under the tight long sleeved white shirt he had on. The whisker-like scars on each side of his cheek the mimicked each other on his slightly tanned skin that looked paler in the night. His just right pink lips that made want to devour him whole. This man was truly an exotic creature. A man desired by everyone: Naruto Uzumaki. Even his name sounded perfect. If the Gods were standing right next to him, they would be drooling over him. Awed by the beautiful man before them. What a wonderful being the have created. He was like all of the seven deadly sins morphed into one man: a perfect man. A being that is capable of surfacing any erotic sensations from even the coldest and darkest person on Earth.

Naruto leaned back on his leather chair and sealed those tempting blue eyes away. He placed his arms on the chairs' handles. His long tan neck fully exposed. Damn him for being such a tempting man.

He reopened his eyes and sighed tiredly. The blond stood up to his full height: tall and toned. Damn, what a yummy sight. He walked over to the open gondola window and leaned against the one next to it. He looked down at all the people walking. All the buildings with its light on. It looked like stars. All the smiling faces and annoyed—but happy—expressions they had on. Capable of having such emotions. Was he immune to it? The city really is a busy area. It could clearly be seem from where our exquisite blond man. Naruto glanced over at his desk: eyeing the paperwork he still had to do. And all because of him, he thought. The only reason he had stayed behind was to finish the paperwork, but from the looks of it, he wasn't getting anywhere. He sighed and rubbed his temples; going back to sit on his chair—pulling himself from the wonderful view- and resume 'his' work. He pulled himself to the desk and turning on the lamp. Unaware of how the lights in his office turned off. And so, he pulled the paperwork towards him and began working on it. Doubting the thought of going home tonight. And so, began his long night.

Morning arrived rather quickly. Workers came in through the Uzumaki company doors; ready for another long day of work. I bet you're all wondering where our exquisite blond is, right? Well, as expected, he was fast asleep in his office. Despite the place where he's sleeping, he looked peaceful. A loud knock on the door woke Naruto up from his slumber. He never was a heavy sleeper. The sunlight was shining his blind hair; making it look almost white. The sun hit him directly in the eyes. There was not a single cloud in sight. Today would have been perfect if not for the sun. Personally, he preferred the night better.

He straightens himself in his chair and yawned. The knocking continued until Naruto called in whoever was on the other side of the door. In came a blond haired woman. Her hair tied in a pony-tail. Her dark blue eyes focused on Naruto. She wore a white tank-top under a gray jacket and a gray skirt up to her knees. He looked very scholarly. She took a step closer to Naruto and said smoothly, "Good morning, Uzumaki-sama," she began, "I'm so sorry to interrupt you. I was wondering if you had the paperwork done for today?" Naruto looked at before calmly responding, "Morning. Ah, yes. Here you go." He handed her the papers and his expression became sober. "Tell Nara to meet me here in an hour."

"Of course, Uzumaki-sama. Your order shall be followed through. Um, would you like some coff-" she was cut off by Naruto. "No, thank you, Ino. That will be all." He gave her a small smile and ran a hand through his blond locks. Ino instantly turned deep crimson. She bowed politely and walked out the door. Naruto swore: Nara would be a dead man real soon.

One Hour Later

The door to Naruto's office opened and in cam a tall, toned man. Dark eyes, that read boredom in them. Black hair tied back in a pony-tail that looked more like a pineapple. "You wanted to see me?" he asked in a bored tone. Naruto looked up. "One: knock before you enter. Two: you will not speak to me in such a disrespectful tone. Three: next time I find your damn work with mine, it will be the last. You won't like me very well then. If it weren't that those papers were needed for today, I would have found you and make you work on them. Mine included. You know, it you didn't have that ridiculous high IQ, you wouldn't be standing here right now." Naruto glared at Shikamaru. He really couldn't believe how lazy Shikamaru could be. He couldn't fathom how he was such a genius: he made the most difficult things seem so palpable. It really did amaze the blond. "Man, what a drag. Paperwork really isn't my style. Naru- Uzumaki-sama, I actually do have a reason for not doing the work" Shikamaru stated dryly. Naruto raised an eyebrow at this. "Oh? May I hear what that reason is?" He gave Nara a mocking fake smile. "Of course," Shikamaru closed his eyes for a moment before reopening them again, "I was too lazy to." Naruto's smile faded: being replaced by a frown. He didn't have time for this. This guy was just too much sometimes. "Are you mocking me, Nara?" Shikamaru didn't say anything. He knew he was pissing Naruto off, but it was amusing. He just wanted this day to be over so he could reunite with his Temari. "Because if you are-" Naruto was suddenly interrupted by Shikamaru. "I'm not. I am simply saying that paperwork isn't my style. Maybe you should take a break from work as well. You do too much. Making yourself do work every single minute is not good for you. Get out more. Who knows, maybe you'll meet someone and fall in love."

There it was. That word again. Love? Heh. I don't think I'm capable of feeling such a thing. I don't ever remember a time when I've felt that for someone. A time when I've uttered those words. Not even to my parents. So, why now? Naruto asked himself. He couldn't remember ever having such an emotion like "love" before. It was as if those sweet emotions were sealed away inside of him. Making him immune.

"Heh. You should be an actor, Nara. You almost had me there." Shikamaru sighed and started walking towards the door. He stop and turned his head to Naruto. "Just think about it, Naruto." And he was gone. Leaving Naruto alone with his thoughts. Maybe he was right, but he just couldn't. this one flaw of his was keeping him from being happy. Naruto closed his eyes; old memories rushing back to him. Memories he just rather forget. Memories that put frown on him "Why now, damn it?"

There you go! Review, please! I'm dying to know what you think!


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