Hey. Okay so this one isn't scary/ creepy at all. This is a load of fluff, had to do it, I was feeling it. Hope you all enjoy :D

I don't own Naruto-kun, or Sasuke… or any other part of the franchise.

St-St-St-Stories!

Hero

The male rushed back into his bedroom, tearing soft fabric up over his still damp hair. His feet stumbled over themselves.

"Shit," he mumbled, throwing the shirt on a growing pile of clothes on the floor. His dark eyes ran over the colorful fabrics, finally landing on a shirt that would go with his ripped-up black jeans. He leaned down and tugged it out from all the others, causing a mini avalanche. He swore again as he quickly tried to kick the clothes into another, less organized, pile.

He tugged the new shirt on, turning and hustling from his room down the hall, headed towards his older brother's room.

"What about this?" he asked quickly, feeling his heart beat funny as he watched his brother, and his brother's girlfriend's reaction.

The older boy's raven eyebrow quirked as he paused the movie playing on the Xbox. "Sasuke, baby brother, you showed me this shirt already." It was blue with a black pattern on the front.

The younger sighed. "Not with my black jeans, and I think it-"

"Hey." He looked at the only girl in the room. She had brown wavy hair and interesting purple eyes. Ayama, Itatchi's girlfriend. "That looks fine Sasuke; just…" she got out of Itatchi's arms and walked over to the little brother. "Put this on," she tugged a studded belt out of a pile of Itatchi's clothes. "And…" her fingers worked through his slate hair, tousling it and fluffing it up. "There, you look great." She smiled and stepped back from him as he pulled the belt through his belt loops.

"You sure?" he asked softly. He felt butterflies all through his stomach; it was making him nauseous in that super excited, incredibly nervous kind of way.

Both of the older kids nodded. "You look good." He grinned quickly before turning and bolting out of the house.

"I'm so late. I'll see you guys later."

They heard the down stairs door slam shut and his car start seconds later. Itatchi looked at his girl and smiled. "What?" she asked softly.

"I was that bad before our first date." She grinned at him and stepped closer and let herself back into his arms.

"Really?" she kissed him. "That bad?"

He nodded. "I might have actually been worse than that."

x. o. x. o.

He was sitting outside her house, in his car, about five minutes later. She didn't live that far away, but he hadn't met her until his first year of college. He breathed in, then out, and tried to convince his balls he was manly enough to walk up to her door and take her out.

He'd been thinking about it all day, well, yesterday too if he was being honest.

He was pleading with his hair to maintain the messy-cute look Ayama had molded, but it still wasn't convinced. Inhale, exhale. He was sweating too…. That was going to get irritating.

Finally, after a last ditch effort with his hair, and a final thought about how cute this girl was, he got out of the car and headed towards her home.

It was red brick, and it seemed huge, almost prison like. He felt himself shiver, if he got too close they might lock him up. Parents and prison guards were basically the same…. right?

'Focus.' He thought, lifting a hand and knocking against the black door. He watched his feet as he waited. There was a welcome mat on the ground; he wasn't sure why he noticed.

There were a few treacherous heartbeats where there wasn't a sound coming from the other side of the door. He was wondering if he had the wrong house, or the wrong day, when the door finally opened and there she was.

There, in front of him, was the prettiest girl in the world. He had to remind himself to breath, and tell his heart to keep beating.

She had lively green eyes that screamed of summer, and joyful mischief. They had golden specks in them and blue swirls. Fine, pink eyelashes surrounded the pretty eyes. Fuchsia hair fell in pieces across her forehead. It was trimmed close to her skull. Pixie cut that framed those eyes and let him see her slender neck.

She smiled and he noticed her pink lips, and he wondered for a second what they were going to taste like when he finally got to kiss them.

"Hi." She said softly, pulling the door closed behind her.

He swallowed quickly, throat already gone dry. "Hey." He smiled at her, unsure if they should hug, or shake hands, or if they should touch at all.

She grinned, and he felt heat run up his neck and opted to pull at the black strands of his hair. "You ready?" he mumbled.

She nodded and let him lead her to his car. He opened the door for her, and she sat in the front seat. Green eyes taking in the freshly cleaned dashboard and the vacuumed carpet beneath her feet. Sasuke started the car, and pulled out of the parking spot in front of her house. Much slower than when he pulled in. He could feel his heart beating up in his throat and his hands shaking against the plastic feeling of the steering wheel.

"So where are we going?" she asked softly, pushing a few short strands of her hair behind her ear. They didn't stay, opting instead to lay right where they had been.

"I kind of thought we could go walk around Believer's Park. And then maybe go eat…. Or something." He tugged at the gage in his left ear, other hand still resting on the wheel. He wondered if she realized he was nervous, if females could smell it, like animals scented fear.

But she rewarded him with a smile. "Yea, that sounds good."

They fell into an awkward silence. "You, uhm." He hated himself at that moment. Her pretty moss eyes swung to him, curiosity playing behind her pale lashes. "You look really… cute." He felt heat run up his neck and his ears picked up the slight giggle that fell out of the female's throat.

They could definitely smell nervousness.

"Thank you." She looked down at the yellow skinnies and teal V-neck tee she had on. "I like your hair." Her fingers reached over and ruffled it. He thought his heart was going to explode when she did that.

x. o. x. o.

The male got through the car ride. He had thought it was going to be the hardest part, with her so close, in the small space, with nothing to look at or do. But he was finding out, as they walked through the park, any time spent with her might be difficult until he got used to the strange way his heart was pounding, and the way his mouth went dry when his eyes landed on her.

"So," he felt her fingers take his hand closer to hers. "tell me your favorite things." Her voice was soft, willow eyes glancing through the trees as a small breeze laced through them, rustling new leaves and making the grass dance.

He swallowed, liking the feeling of her petite hand in his. It sent fire through his DNA, causing everything around them to seem clearer, and crisper. "What kind of favorites?" he replied softly. His own eyes fell away from her. The light around them was dimming, spring in twilight was beautiful. Flowers were budding and blooming, some trees were starting to develop their summer coats, and animals were twitterpated.

She hummed a minute. "Color." She glanced at him.

"Green." He watched her expectantly.

"Yellow." She grinned at him, making his heart to odd twists in his chest. He wondered if his chest cavity was strong enough to hold the red thing in. "Movie."

"Honestly?" she nodded. "How to Train Your Dragon" He felt his neck heat up again. "It's like the nicest movie ever."

A chuckle escaped her throat as she pounced in front of him, a wide smile across her face. "Mine too!" Her nose wrinkled a little with the smile. "Hiccup's so cute, and Toothless is boss." Realizing she was blocking their path, she sidestepped so that they could both continue to walk. Her outburst made him smile back at her. "My best friend even named her car after Toothless."

"Seriously?" he said it curiously, an eyebrow rising in the twilight.

The girl nodded, tulip-pink hair sticking up in the wind. "Yes!" her feet skipped a little. "I named mine Calcifer, from the-"

"Miyazaki film," the corners of his mouth tilted up again. "Howl's Moving Castle it's another good one."

He watched with star-drained eyes as pink ran up her cheeks. "Yes it is." She stopped walking and watched him for a minute. "You're different than other boys aren't you?"

The sentence surprised him, again causing something like butterflies to cocoon in his stomach. He shrugged, shoulders lifting and falling in a surprisingly graceful movement. "I guess so." He paused a moment as she digested his own statement. "You're different from other girls."

She seemed to beam at that. "I guess so." She stuck her pink tongue out at him before starting to walk again with a bounce in her heel.

After a while the girl pulled at the boy, obliging he followed her off of the dirt path to sit down with her in the grass. They sat knee to knee, quiet except for the slight, soft sounds of breathing, birds tweeting in the trees, and peepers peeping from a nearby stream.

Her slender fingers picked at the rips in the boy's jeans, scratching at the weak strings barely keeping the fabric from having multiple holes in it. He had felt more confident while they were walking, and had gotten used to the feeling of her hand in his, but Sasuke felt the grass and dirt underneath him, and felt the girl picking softly at the fabric of his jeans. His heart summersaulted once more, and his hands started to shake as his throat went dry.

"My favorite season is summer." She said softly, looking up at him.

"I like summer." He replied, he rested his palms on her knees, hesitating a moment to go on, afraid that his movement might offend her. But she just watched him with large ultramarine eyes. "But it gets too warm for me. I like spring or fall the best."

She seemed to think that over for a little as she bit at her lower lip. "I really like fairy tales too."

He smiled at that. "I do too. My mom used to read them to me when I was little."

"And superheroes?"

He nodded. "Yup. Superheroes for sure." Their voices were falling into whispers.

Her mouth quirked a little, green eyes falling to the grass beside them. "I always used to dream about superheroes and fairy tales. I…" she giggled a little. "I'm still waiting for my superhero."

Her eyes fell up to him when the words left her lips.

He felt his heart do that weird beat again. "Yea?" it was a murmur. The birds had fallen asleep, and he wondered if Sakura could hear the odd flutter of his heart.

"I-" her phone rang then, causing both of then young adults to jump and knock their knees together. Red rushed up into her cheeks as she hurried to grab her cell phone from her pocket.

Her brows furrowed and her eyes apologized as she lifted it to her ear and spoke. "Hello." Sasuke barely heard another female voice replying. He let his palms rest on her knees again as he looked away, not wanting to make her feel pressured.

The girl spoke for a few minutes before ending with an "Okay, love you too." And hung up. She looked at him a moment, silent, setting her phone off to her side. She exhaled, blowing the air up to move the fringe from her face. "That was my mother."

He gave her a nod. "She want you home?" the girl nodded back, silently, eyes hanging on him. He waited a moment before making a move to stand. Sakura reached out and took his hand gently, pulling him to stay seated.

"I don't want to go home yet."

She fell quiet again, bottle eyes moving to a small group of baby tulips growing a few feet away. The male listened, settling himself on the ground again.

"I used to dream of being a superhero, or one of those dumb princes, like in the Disney movies." He mumbled the words, a hand pulling at one of his gages again, still wondering if she could smell the nervousness. "I'm still waiting to be someone's superhero."

He let his eyes wander up to hers, taking her hands in his larger, warmer ones.

"I know we haven't spent that much time together." The girl watched him, biting at her lip again. "I mean a few Facebook messages, a handful of text messages… and this." She swallowed. "But I really like you Sasuke." She was whispering. "And I feel like I've known you for a long time."

He nodded, moving closer to her. "I-I do too." He smiled a little, trying to convince himself once again that he was masculine enough to kiss her right at that moment.

A few seconds later, with his heart punching against his ribs and blood pumping in bursts through his veins, he leaned in closer to the girl and let his lips press against hers.

Her mouth was soft, and he could feel her hands flutter up to his face, his neck, and then tangle like trapped birds in his raven-washed hair.

They stayed like that for a while, lips pressed together, breath mingling in wisps when they barely pulled apart.

"I really like you Sakura." He mumbled, hands resting on her petite waist. She smiled, making fireworks run like lightening through his veins again.

She kissed him, jumping once again when her phone beeped. She looked at him apologetically, "Can you take me home now?" a sheepish grin captured her face. "Mom said she'd text until I get home."

He let his lips press against her forehead before taking her hands and pulling her tenderly to her feet. They walked slowly back over the path, headed once again towards his car, and then to her home.

x. o. x. o.

He parked in front of her house for the second time that day, but the brick building wasn't as intimidating with her beside him. He killed the engine and got out of the vehicle, taking her hand in his as they took the steps up to the front door.

Their feet landed on the welcome mat, and they stopped, watching each other for another handful of odd heart palpitations. "I had-" he started but she kissed him, and the words died in his mouth.

"Call me, okay?" she smiled.

He nodded, tongue-tied.

Her lips quirked once more, button nose wrinkling just a little. "Good night, hero." She slipped away from him then, opening the door and entering her home while he tried to untangle his mind.

"Good night." He whispered to the empty space beside him. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and turned back towards his car, getting in and driving towards his own home. He could still taste her on his mouth, and see her smiling beside him.

By the time he got home, his heart had calmed, no longer doing flips and twists, and his throat wasn't dry anymore.

He showered, and lay down to go to sleep with damp hair and the warmth of the water still in his skin. The comforter was up to his torso, and his charcoal eyes were staring up at the ceiling. He could practically still see her. He grinned a little with one last thought entering his mind before sleep stole over him. He was finally someone's hero.

Okay (: end. Yea I know this wasn't creepy or anything (I dunno, are the other ones creepy?) But I was feeling some good old cuteness.

I had inspiration for this from: First Date by Blink 182, Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen (I hate that song but I can't help but love it too. It gets me!) and also from Kids in Love by Red Car Wire. So yea, check those songs out (:

There's a cute little button below here, and she's all sad and alone, so you should definitely press her and make her happy again (:

Thanks for reading, peace

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