NaruSasu-Middle Child

This One

Sasuke Pov:

I was walking through the park at 2 in the morning taking a shortcut to work, since I take the night shift to avoid people. Less people to deal with, most of the time. Of course there's always the fangirls and on occasion bold fanboys that annoy the hell out of me. But they've somewhat learned to steer clear of me after I made 4 of them cry at once with just 6 simple words.

I smirk as I walk, walking around and tree and remember the events that occurred that day.

"Sasuke-kuuuuun!! Will you look at me today? You've glared at all the others, but I know you won't do that to me since I'm the future mother of your children!" The annoying, useless, pinkette squealed.

"BILLBOARD BROW! You're making him annoyed with your FLAT body in his proximity, why would he want to fuck something that would hurt his precious body with all its bones and angles. You'd rather have MY children wouldn't you Sasuke-kun?"

The equally annoying blond insulted the pinkette and Sasuke just rolled his eyes and turned around to walk away only to come face to face with a red-head with glasses, very short shorts, and a shirt that wasn't buttoned completely.

'Slut.' Sasuke immediately thought. It wasn't her appearance or clothing that made him think this, but this girl Karin was someone he'd already encountered. His Sensei hired her to blow him off occasionally. Blow him off very publicly, and very loudly, and she complied with no shame. If that's what she wanted to do them fine, but she would always look at other men or women when she did it. Sasuke was often the target of her glare when he would accidentally walk in on Orochimaru getting head. Like I said, VERY publicly.

"Ino-pig he'd rather much be with me. Who says Sasuke-kun even wants children. I mean look at him. Plus, you always smell like sweaty asscrack. Why would he want to fuck you? Why not screw me, someone who can make him feel good, someone who knows what they're doing." The red-head snapped and batted her eyelashes at Sasuke.

"Slut! You probably have STD, HIV, hell! You have A through Z! He wouldn't want you simply for the fact that he wouldn't want to catch anything." The blond retorted. A bold boy stepped up next. Wearing booty shorts and an oversized brown shirt with a puppy on it.

"Who says," he began with a sassy ass attitude, "that Sasuke-kun wants any of you? Sasuke-kun rarely pays attention to any of you GIRLS. He obviously wants," the short-haired boy rubbed his body and bent over showing his backside in an attempt to be seductive, "to dominate and take all of this." The boy finished, placing his hands on his hip.

The only word Sasuke could think of in this presentation was 'Ew.'

"SASUKE-KUN IS NOT GAY!" All three desperate girls raged.

They were all blocking Sasuke's way to leave the situation completely. Sasuke had finally had enough. Sasuke said his first and last words as the shocked expressions of all of their faces twisted into pure heartbreak.

"Fuck off. You are all useless." Sasuke walked off as the bawling fans moved out of his way.

I was put in a better mood thinking of the shock on their faces as I reached my job.

I pulled open the door, and made my way to the back.

"Yo, Sasuke."

"Hn." I replied to the stores manager, Hatake Kakashi, a cool, perverted guy who was pretty good looking, could fight, but was lazy as hell and always late.

I work in a weapons store where most gangs or hunters by weapons from around this area so it pays pretty well. I work with Kakashi and another girl TenTen who, thankfully, is lesbian and has a girlfriend. I think her name is Hinata. Whatever. I'm not bothered by her presence and she keeps to herself mostly, so I guess she's cool. We both know how to use every weapon in the shop. My specialties are Shuriken and the katana, while hers are kunai knives and a staff.

I heard the bell on the front door ring, letting us know that we had a customer. TenTen called from the cleaning and polishing room.
"Sasuke-san, could you get that, Kakashi-san just went on his break and I'm in the middle of cleaning."
"Hn."
"Thanks!"