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Rated E - Idle Hands Chapter One - official rewrite

Sharing this as a sample of the second and final rewrite I'm working on. Adding some new details and scenes, fixing phrasing and shiz, fleshing things out big time, and taking out stuff that doesn't actually make sense. After this, t'will be nothing but solely updates. (And yes, this is my 'icky fic' lol) 👉👈😶

He laid on his side in the seclusion of his bed, erection in hand as he faced the wall, filling his eyes with glossy pages of softcore beauties from the gravure magazine he lifted from the convenience store near the train station.

Curvy beauties. Slender, tight-framed beauties. White skin. Glistening in oil. Just the barest hint of pink areola peeking from the edges of from their bikini, straddling a balance ball in a sheer bikini. Posing with a popsicle with her pink tongue pressed against the tip. A bookworm dressed in a virgin-killer sweater, her legs, exposed back and abundant side-boob daring him to pin her down. Large, soulful eyes, Fake innocent expressions. Sweetheart personas. The dreams of every hot-blooded carnivore.

Women like them didn’t exist out here. Not in this lame-ass commuter town of theirs.

God, he couldn’t wait to get out of here, get a taste of real women.

He was wasting his fucking youth here. His mind too, not that anyone believed he had much of one to begin with.

He imagined their squishy, supple softness, the snug wetness clamping down around his dick, the mewling moans or haughty taunts depending on the flavor he was in the mood for.

Innocent types might be his weakness, but he could go for an equally sweet and bitchy one too.

His back shuddered as imminent orgasm pooled in his groin, his hand picking up the pace, precum dribbling from the top, coating his hand with every fervent pass. His chest clenched around his quickening breaths, his imagination leading him by the hand, leading straight towards the edge.

Knock, knock, knock!

Cold blue eyes snapped open, annoyance burning like an icy fire. With a resigned growl, he wiped his palm across his bedding and sat up.

“Naruto. You can’t ignore me.”

The interior of bedroom was steeped in a sleepy overcast shade of blue, the early morning sun barely reaching the narrow clerestory windows.

Dirty old clothes served as his carpet until his drawers became empty, and every available surface was hidden beneath stacks of empty ramen cups, crumpled receipts and loose change, electronics and gaming consoles, stacks of games, movies, and ill-gotten pornos that a sixteen-year-old shouldn't have easy access to, among more curious and questionable things like balled up socks and loose dried leaves in between the cracks of his dresser like detritus in the gutters.

Beside his bed, his nightstand held a digital clock, a lamp, a paper towel roll with a dryer sheet tied over one side, and an incense burner with the stick burned down to its root, the ashes a reminder of last night's high.

The very reason he woke up so horny.

Naruto flicked on the floor fan and grabbed his preferred room spray, giving his hideout a liberal spritzing of cheap citrus. He then tugged his underwear and black gakuran pants, zipping them up as he ambled over to the front door.

The moment he unlocked it, it was wrenched open, revealing not just his one-eyed visitor but the natural world outside: winding dirt road bored by rough gravel, overgrown grass glinting with dew and hiding armies of droning insects, with a backdrop of densely packed deep green trees like a moss carpet stretched over frozen waves, the mountainside reached up to catch the lazy tendrils of springtime clouds.

Nothing particularly interesting to break up the monotony, not unless you were a fan of powerlines.

The crisp outdoors nipped his nostrils and the song of morning birds pierced his ears.

Disgusting.

He snatched the doorknob and wrenched the door back, glaring at Kakashi through the crack in the doorway.

“Yo. What up?”

Kakashi sighed. “Don’t ‘what up’ me. Grab your bag and let’s get going.”

Naruto stuck a pinky in his ear and twisted it like he hadn’t heard a thing Kakashi said. The door was wrenched wide open once more, Kakashi nearly bodying him aside as he entered, causing Naruto to scramble away.

“Alright, alright! Fuck, man.”

He didn’t try to stop him as he retreated to his rumpled bed, hunched over his knees as Kakashi surveyed the room from the threshold. It was almost imperceptible beneath his mask and eye, but he was sure Kakashi was grimacing.

“Where were you yesterday?”

Palms dampening with sweat, his right brow nearly betrayed him to stray high above his eye, his inner face confrontational as hell. He kept his expression stony calm. It’s what he learned those two plus years he was gone. Someone like him, who always gave away everything too easily, he managed to learn self-restraint and caution, but he’d be lying if he said he mastered it. He didn’t care that much. He wasn’t himself if he was careful all the goddamn time.

Which brings him to now, the very consequences of yesterday’s actions. Skipping out of town whilst on probation. That was very, very bad of him.

“Where? I was with Sasuke,” Lies. “Where were you?”

“Don’t turn this around on me–” Kakashi cut off mid-sentence, his one-eyed gaze zeroing on Naruto who in a moment of pure distraction, was flipping through the so-far immaculate pages of his porno mag. Kakashi crossed the dirty nest with some difficulty, and grabbed the porno from his hand. “You had an appointment. Remember? So many strings have been pulled for you and–”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, shut up! I know already, alright?! It’s been two fucking months!”

“Then get your bag. Where is it?”

Overdramatics defined his rigid, angry movements as he pushed up from his bed, shouldering Kakashi as he moved passed him. Dropping to his knees, he dove around, blindly searching, knowing exactly where his school bag was.

And it wasn’t here.

“Well?”

“I’m looking!” Building frustration led him to toss aside whatever wound up in his hand at that moment, and whatever it was collided harshly and heavily, following by a shattering crash. The loudness and sense of destruction simultaneously lifted his irritation and exacerbated it, vindicating his ‘unhealthy form of self-expression’ as his shitty counselor so generously put it.

Can’t be bad if it makes him feel better, though, can it?

Naruto grabbed something else, but Kakashi was at his side in a heartbeat, anticipating his willful tantrum, his full lean into chaos, and intervened with a firm grip on his wrist. Naruto dropped what happened to be his misplaced utility tool set. That would’ve easily caused a greater crash. Dismay set in further at having been denied Naruto tore his arm away and proceeded to feign searching for his bag. “Can’t even destroy my own stuff.”

Kakashi exhaled heatedly at length. “You shouldn’t be destroying anything in the first place.”

There’s a lot of things he shouldn’t be doing. Yet he still does.

He was sure Kakashi could smell the weed buried underneath all the other caked-in scents of this place, but Naruto didn’t really care, because he stopped being scared of the man.

For all of his efficiency and hard-ass principles, the man had long bared his soft spot. He’d grown exploitable.

“Whatever. You won’t tell on me.” Another magazine had found its way into his hands as he raised it above his head, only to have it snatched away.

Naruto eyed Kakashi from the corner of his eye as the man retreated with the dirty mag, witnessing how even his chronically bored expression couldn’t mask the hint of perverse intrigue lifting his features.

Naruto’s nose wrinkled in derision. Wasn’t he an adult? Didn’t he have his own material back home?

Taking advantage of the moment, Naruto broke the silence. “My bag.”

Kakashi lowered the material, appearing startled as he narrowed his gaze, his scrutiny lackluster from being forced into the present. “Can’t find it?” His gaze seemed to fight with him, gravitating back to the magazine before he unceremoniously tossed it aside.

“Nooo. I can’t. Guess I’ll have ta go without it.”

“Where is it?”

Naruto threw his head back with a heated sigh. The vision of where he secured his school bag faded and morphed into a fake location. “It’s…” Stolen? No. He’d make sure nothing of his was ever stolen. “Over the Koyohashi.”

“What? Are you lying to me? How are you just remembering that now?”

“No, man! I had a really shit day yesterday, okay?! An’ I’m still waking up. Some punks from D High started to harass me and–” What else? “I threw it over. I had to fight them off and it got in the way.”

Kakashi sighed once more, this time even more feeling. He backed out of the doorway, descending down the two thin steps that lead up to the prefab mobile home that was Naruto’s exile.

Naruto rose to his feet, anxiety tipping inside his stomach like dark water as he stepped outside, closing the front door before following his so-called probation officer to his waiting car.

Their shoes crunched in tandem across the gravel path, and Naruto tossed a glance at the sizeable house next door, about twenty or so feet away, a heavy void growing inside his chest at the sight of it, pulsing with vague aches and bitterness.

He gets it.

Living at home was a fucking privilege and he lost it.

Yet no matter the darkness and vitriol churning in his veins like pipes of toxic, ignitable gasoline, no matter how much he dug around in his heart for some kind of proof that his innocence remained, he always came up empty.

Remorse. Deference. A desire to repair what was broken.

All of that has been long beaten out of him.

The windows in the house were still dark. And his father, still asleep.

The only indication Naruto had to work off was that the old man kept his sedan in the garage.

Far away from him.

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Naruto made it to class just before third period, with no teacher in sight to give him shit. Sasuke sat in the seat next to his, half-turned towards him and smirking knowingly.

Naruto tapped his knuckles to Sasuke’s extended fist-bump, nodding, with Sasuke nodding back.

Naruto slouched into his seat, one hand tucked in his pants pocket as he gazed unseeingly at the chalkboard. Three of their male classmates were surrounding their preferred slave by the teacher’s podium, her small frame limp with resignation as their leader gripped the back of her boy-cut head and used her as a chalkboard eraser, cackling their braindead asses off.

“Wanna go to Costco later?” Naruto asked with a dull voice.

Sasuke sucked air through his teeth. “Going to cut it close after Kyudo.” As if on cue, Sasuke produced a small carton resembling a juice box, which was in fact sake.

Just then, their teacher entered, her shrill voice cracking over the outrage possessing her body.

“Enough! Sit down!”

Her bullies released her and retreated to their seats, hands in their pockets. Hinata, with her white-dusted head ducked low, followed behind them to her seat.

The teacher treated it like she was participating in their stupidity.

Sasuke passed the sake box underhand, keeping it out of the teacher’s line of sight.

Naruto scoffed as he removed the straw packaging and slipped the box beneath his left sleeve, under his wrist. “Curfew’s just a suggestion, man. I made it out of town just fine yesterday.” Naruto poked the top with his straw and took a disguised sip, relishing in the heat warming down his throat. Nothing smoothed him out better than this, but no, this isn’t the ‘right’ way to treat his issues. Whatever. “By the way, you’re my alibi.”

“Again.”

“Yeah, I’ll go over the deets with you later.”

“Sure, sure. Then I’ll come up with something better after hearing you out.”

“Fuck off.” Naruto laughed, earning a glare from their teachers. “Why do you even bother? With Kyudo, I mean. It’s not like your parents come an’ see you.”

Sasuke shrugged and sipped his own hidden juice box.

“Could happen.”

“‘Could happen’.” Naruto mocked beneath his breath. Still, part of him didn’t want to knock his optimism too hard.

At least one of their parents had to give a shit.

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Dude, I don’t know what to do. I’m runnin’ outta fap material.” Naruto took a puff from the cigarette they were sharing and passed it back to Sasuke. Not that it was too hard to get their hands on smokes when all the vending machines in town were from the 1980s, but still, they were teenagers. Their inclination towards austerity and their love of excess wasn’t exactly consistent. And anyone who expected consistency from them could fuck right off.

“What are you looking for this time?”

Pass.

“Somethin’ not A4 and glossy, y’know?”

Pass.

“Hn. When was the last time you peeped?”

Pass.

“Dude, that was so long ago!! There’s no one to fuckin’ peep on ‘round here! These girls are so lame, y’know? Don’t know how to dress, do fuckin’ make-up–”

“Where you expect them to shop?” Sasuke snorted. “We’re in the boonies.”

“You’re making my point! Their personalities are nonexistent and they get even worse when they’re drunk. They can’t imagine anything beyond the fuckin’ mountains, and they just gossip, gossip, gossip. They’re so fuckin’ boring, I wanna kill myself.”

Pass.

Sasuke sucked a pensive drag, his stare prodding him with unasked questions.

They sat at the top of the darkened stairwell, crowded by stacks of unused or broken desks and chairs, obscured in the haze of their chainsmoking. Two lone butts laid at Naruto’s feet a step down, and a third was soon to join them.

The roof was just on the other side of this door, but it was locked, barred from entry to all students. That might’ve been their fault. They never did clean up after themselves. And when a huge gust of wind cut across campus, on the day of the Sports Festial no less, a wall of trash could be seen pressing desperately against the net-wire fence.

The faculty had been thoroughly humiliated in front of all the parents.

Sasuke smirked wryly then. “You’ll never keep a girlfriend with that attitude.”

Naruto slumped against the wall, resignation weighing him down, like he were waterlogged.

Yeah, maybe he’ll never a get a girlfriend, even when he makes it out of here, none of those high class women are going to want anything to do with him. They might indulge in his brash, folksy charm, but then the fascination will wear off and he’ll just be a funny anecdote recalled at random.

“I don’t understand how you do it.” He envisioned Sasuke’s shameless body count, simultaneously impressed and nauseated by the sheer numbers the player already accrued. Sixteen years old. Truly, nobody at home was paying any damn attention, were they?

Right, so… Sasuke’s able to go anywhere he wants. He’s an Uchiha. His parents have money. Old money from the post-war days, selling munitions to Suna (who had kicked their ass in another minor conflict however long before). Regardless, Sasuke still partook in the occasional local girl when the need arised.

Sasuke shrugged. “Pussy’s all the same.”

“Tch. For you, it is. Spent up all that novelty early, fuckin’ normie. What’s the longest a girl’s asked you to go, huh?”

Sasuke held up two fingers.

“Hours?!”

“Fuck, moron. Twenty minutes.”

Naruto settled back down. “Oh. Well, that seems like nothing.”

“You’re not going to last two minutes your first time.”

“Heh. I’ll just choke my dick with a string. That shit works, right?”

“Gross. A string? Like your fucking shoestring?”

“Nah, man! Like her g-string.”

Sasuke choked on his laughter, cigarette hitting his airways the wrong way.

“Why’m I hanging out with you again?”

Naruto lazily tilted his head back and smirked. Sometimes he wondered why, too. “Cuz I’m fun.”

“Right.” Sasuke cleared his throat behind the crook of his elbow. “So… What are you going to do? About your fap material?”

Naruto shrugged. “Suffer?”

“Internet Cafe?”

“This shithole ain’t got one. You know that.”

“Could try the computer lab.”

Naruto’s brows raised at the fresh suggestion. “That is true.” Why hadn’t he ever thought of that? The internet… Yes! The advent of the information superhighway has been upon them for a few years now, but the hardware itself was still a luxury. Even the latest gaming console was more achievable than the OS itself. The only computer he technically had access to would be his dad’,s but no way he was sneakin’ in there.

Suddenly the very idea of internet porn, searchable and highly varied, made his body thrum with excitement. The back of his neck tingled at the thought of authentic moans recorded in real time.

He patted Sasuke’s chest as he stood up, gratitude and determination filling him up and giving him new life.

Sasuke stamped out the cigarette and followed right behind him.

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Naruto was practically hopping on the balls of his feet, he was so excited! Like a kid in the candy store, he didn’t know what he was going to pick first.

Soft, steady clicks of a keyboard drifted from the open door, leading his eyes to the last person he expected to see here, her cropped bluish-black hair cleaned of this morning’s chalk residue.

Naruto clicked his tongue against his teeth, shaking his head as his shoulders hunched forward, with his hands in his pockets, blatantly advertising his disdain.

Really fucking sad how nothing’s changed for her in the two and a half years he was gone.

“People like her really gonna die the way they lived, huh?” He muttered, half to himself and half to Sasuke, earning a half shrug in reply.

Was she always like that? A crossdresser? Naruto had no idea. There was no indication that he could recall. He swore she wore sundresses and plain shorts in girly colors, but who knows. Maybe that wasn’t how she felt.

Still, if she wanted to be a boy and a weakling of one at that, then he really didn’t have any fucks to give towards her suffering.

She brought it on herself, not trying to fit in, be less… weird.

What the hell was she looking up anyway? What had her typing so damn fast?

Without a word to Sasuke, he made a beeling for Hinata’s row and stood behind her. She froze deathly still when he propped himself up by the table edge, hovering over her with no consideration for her personal space.

He read alout what he was seeing, in a monotone voice full of awkward full pauses.

Some sort of forum with a fast-moving chat box.

“‘I can’t recommend this tutorial enough… Sunny27, you’re so talented. I can’t wait to see what you make after you watch it… Epoxy is such a game-changer…’ The fuck? What nerd shit is this?” He glanced down at Hinata, only to find that she either mentally checked out or was ignoring him. He observed her taut posture absolutely radiating with discomfort and awkwardness and he scoffed. He scoffed at being so beneath her time she couldn’t even answer him, let alone relax around him. “Whatever, uggo.”

He pulled away from her and headed a row back, taking a spot next to Sasuke. He glanced up once more at Hinata ahead of them, expecting her to resume chatting with her friends, but no.

Instead, she started logging off and gathering her stuff. A hasty retreat if he ever saw one.

Naruto didn’t notice the sneer tugging at his lips, nor the pang emphasizing the emptiness in his chest. It was like a stone had been kicked down a deep, deep cavern, echoing, sending vibrations, mapping out just how far the hollowness had been carved deep inside him.

How did she have anything better to do that didn’t have to do with him?

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Naruto didn’t wait around for Sasuke, and he didn’t go to Costco either.

Sometimes he watched him, standing there looking stupid in his archery garb, hitting whistling bullseyes like it was nothing.

His parents were really missing out.

Instead, Naruto went to retrieve his school bag.

Standing in front of a row of coin-lockers inside the train station, Naruto inserted the key and unlocked it. Reaching inside, he grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulders, then relocked their specific locker.

Blocky buildings boxed in by cars and glowing signs became shadowy silhouettes devoid of details as the sun dipped lower and lower, the densely forests mountains casting their long shadows upon the town valley.

As Naruto drew close to a traffic mirror, with its giant fishbowl lenses facing opposing sides of the street, the boxy corner of a black vehicle creeped into the reflection.

And it was stationed a little too close for his liking. Naruto pretended not to see it, instead staring hard into the windshield at the driver himself.

It wasn't Kakashi.

It wasn't his dad in another car neither, not that Naruto could reason why that'd be a possibility.

He hasn't wrecked the brand new sedan yet.

Was absolutely against his probation to ever drive again, so really, there was no risk of him making the same mistake twice.

Maybe.

That faded orange baseball hat, those opaque aviator sunglasses. Did he... know him? Kinda had a look he'd like to cop for himself, if, well... it didn't already look suspicious as hell. Like some cop in civvies that still looked like a damn cop-- Wait.

Panic jabbed like two fingers in his heart, adrenaline coursing through him.

He broke probation.

Did Kakashi rat him the fuck out?

Were they already onto him?

Was it over?! Were they sending him away?! Again?!

The car slowly rolled forward before stopping beside him. Naruto continued to ignore it, his mind jumping between a million different contingencies and instincts.

The hum of the automatic window descended before thumping softly into place, and the driver leaned his head out of the side, with his elbow perched over the door.

"Hey, loser. Get in."

His panic, his fear, his paranoia plummeted at his feet, leaving him cleaned out, nervy and a bit cold. Relief rushed in, but only conceptually. The absence of his worries itself a sort of relief. His heart rate began to slow as he turned towards that familiar voice, warm and brotherly.

The driver slid his aviators down the bridge of his nose.

"Think your pops will be happy to see me?"

In all honesty, he shouldn't be happy to see him. The advocator of his rehabilitation, the enabler of those boys' suffering like his own. He shouldn't be happy to see Obito, the one who promised his dad he'd get better and then apparently failed. Or, that's how that conversation should have gone.

Instead, the blame had solely been laid on Naruto.

Naruto grinned at the thirty-something year old Uchiha, a confusing myriad of emotions clashing inside of him like a tumult.

In all honesty, he never clicked with anyone better than Obito.

"What, you're not gonna ask if I'm happy to see you?" Naruto joked as he walked towards the rear passenger side, squeezing the handle as he opened the door. He slipped inside, appreciating the ride. Better this than walking past the manure stink wafting off the fields between home and town. The moment he settled in, Obito shifted the gear into drive and they were off.

"Oh, I know you are. Got you something,” Obito replied as he tapped the center console. Possessed by curiosity, Naruto leaned forward and popped it open, reaching inside. “Probation must be hell.”

“You would know, asshole.” Naruto dug inside and pulled out a dime bag of different size and colored pills, anticipation and longing filling him to burst. His gaze lingered on the pills, each one containing a different experience. They were like new worlds for him to explore, full of new sensations, a shift in reality. Anything was better than the one he's been living the past eleven years, that's for damn sure. "Man, I coulda done with some better weed if you were gonna come over,” He chuckled as he threw himself back, propping his feet on the console and he folding his hands behind his head.

Obito’s opaque stare bore through him from the rearview mirror. “I trust you.”

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Naruto let Obito and his dad have their little reunion. He wasn't invited. Well, not when his dad hated his very existence.

Naruto flicked on his hot plate and filled a kettle from the sink with water. Then he grabbed his trusty pocket knife and slid a stool beneath the vent in the ceiling.

He twisted at the screws and the flap fell open, allowing him to dig around for a metal lunchbox he kept stashed away.

Sitting on his bed, he flipped it open, revealing bundles and bundles of tightly rolled ryo bills.

He retrieved the thickly padded enveloped he had hidden inside the lining of his school bag, the single character 'Ji' written on the front in janky arthritic strokes.

Naruto fished out the bills, quickly thumbing through the amount despite knowing the old creep never skimmed or missed a payment.

Taking a rubber band out of the small, cloudy plastic bag tucked in the corner of the lunch box, Naruto rolled the bills and added them to the rest.

The kettle whined into a piercing scream. He loosely shut the lid as he moved to shut off the appliance, thinking of all the things he wanted to do with his money once his probation was complete, where in the city he was going to live, what kind of apartment he wanted to have, and what kind of girls he was going to pamper.

He's not sure he can wait until graduation.

Sent away once, and he couldn't forget the taste of that freedom. Even at a place like that, so rampant with corruption and abuse that he couldn't wait to get out, to stop fighting for his own survival... More and more he found himself lying wide awake and... missing it.

Naruto slipped his hand into his pants pocket, sliding his roughened fingers over the various pills and capsules through the dime bag plastic, and he envisioned the future that he wanted to have.

The one that he would carve with his own two hands.

He just has to do a better job of not getting caught.

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