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Night Rain	By : ItaNarulover Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters, they are all owned by Masashi Kishimoto, nor do I make money out of writing this.

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Title:Night Rain

Pairings: Undecided. ?/Naru, ItaNaru, ItaSasu, ItaNaruSasu, KakaIru, etc.

Genre: AU, Angst, Romance, Humor, etc.

Status: Multi-chapter.

Disclaimer:I do not own Naruto or any of the characters, they are all owned by Kishimoto Masashi, nor do I make money out of writing this.

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A/N: This is my first fan-fiction ever, so please be gentle.

Oh, and since I'm Swedish there might be some errors concerning grammar, subject-verb agreement and faulty word choices. If you find any, please let me know.

Enjoy!

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"Speaking"

'Thinking'

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… (Double lines) = change of scenery/new scene.

o-o-o-o (One small o-line) = after a short amount of time or change of point of view.

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Night Rain

Chapter 1

Paperwork, always this endless amount of paperwork, no matter how many times he finished a pile another one would always show up, leaving him in an irritate mood on a regular basis. The only reason he put up with it was because he wanted to be able to support himself and his fiancé and he happened to like his boss a great deal.

Hatake Kakashi was a lazy-ass couch potato who only read erotic novels all day, leaving his employees to do all the work. The man also happened to be his father, adopting him at the age of seven together with his longtime lover Iruka. He loved them both dearly, but days like these made him curse his luck.

"Mr. Uzumaki?" A voice behind him asked.

"Yes?"

"Here's another pile."

"Oww..." He groaned, dropping his head down onto his desk with a thud.

He, Uzumaki Naruto, 25 years old, was an accountant at the famous Raikiri Company. However, he mostly signed and corrected documents and sent them over to his father for further signing, papers that dealt with their economy, paychecks, payments, vacations and so on. Not a dream job perhaps, but the salary was uncomplainingly good.

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The time was closing to five and he silently cheered, preparing to leave. Noticing his desk being a complete mess, documents and binders laying everywhere, he decided to clean his office up a bit before leaving. Work was always less exasperating if his desk was neatly tidied up, not only was it easier to find the things he wanted but it also looked better.

Putting the large multicolored binders on the shelves above his desk, the documents in his drawers or in neat stacks on the table and throwing unnecessary papers away, he deemed himself finished.

Stretching to ease the numbing feeling in his muscles, he heard his joints creak and felt the unpleasant ache in his back worsen. He reminded himself to ask his fiancé about a massage when he came home, sitting hunched over his desk all day was definitely not healthy, not to mention that the man happened to be wonderful at massages. Almost to the point where it made him suspect that his lover had been a masseur in a previous life or something, he truly had magical hands.

Grabbing his office bag after putting his shoes and coat on, he bid his co-workers adieu before leaving the building.

It was rather chilly outside and he was grateful for the warm coat Iruka had made him wear, the man being quite persistent and a typical mother-hen. It wasn't orange as he originally wanted, but his father had lectured him about businessmen never wearing vibrant colors of that kind and stores never selling them, so he had he relented, a grey coat now covering most of his body.

Pulling the zipper up further to cover his neck, he continued walking through the crowded streets, noticing some stores closing for the day. Turning left, after walking straight ahead for several minutes, he made his way toward the train station.

He lived in the north-eastern district of Taitou, one of Toukyou's special wards, in an area called Asakusa. The place was quite popular due to its beautiful sceneries, traditional architecture, attractions and quiet neighborhoods, thus making it very well-habited. He and his fiancé had wanted to settle down in an area not too far from their family, friends and occupations, so Asakusa had been the obvious choice from the start. Though, what had really made up their minds had been the wonderful house they now lived in, in the outskirts of the area surrounded by a small forest, with a traditional exterior and a modern interior.

The reason he went to work by train every day was mostly because going there by car was out of the question. The traffic in the city was one of the worst in the entire country, or so he had heard, and since the city never slept and many people travelled by automobiles, parking lots were very hard to find. He himself had driven to work a few times and had almost always ended up being late, having been stuck in traffic every time. As a result, he had chosen to use trains as a means of transportation instead, thinking they were more convenient.

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As usual, the station was as crowded as always, people making their way home to their families and loved ones, everyone in a hurry to catch their trains, running past each other and bumping into one another.

Stepping onto his train for the evening, he noticed an empty seat at the far end between a little girl and an old lady and sat down after asking if the seat was taken. The little girl was playing with a Pullip doll in traditional wear, making sounds while moving the doll around, talking to it and caressing its hair. The sight made him smile and he and the girl's mother shared a look of amused embarrassment.

He loved children and strangely enough, they were quite fond of him too. He remembered the time he had met a kid named Konohamaru, about 7 years ago, on his way to his university in the city. The boy had been the son of one of the lecturers who lived nearby and usually sat alone by a tree on campus and waited for his father's shift to end.

Seeing the child constantly sitting there had made him feel slightly curious and sympathetic so he had decided to greet him every time he had passed him by, slowly trying to engage him in conversation. At first the boy had disliked him, thinking he was like everyone else, judgmental, uncaring and meddlesome, and had thus ignored him. But after seeing that he wasn't, the boy had come to admire him and they had developed a friendship that still remained strong to this day. Konohamaru was currently a sophomore in high school and often gave him a call whenever he needed help with his studies, his own father being too busy.

To tell the truth, he still couldn't figure out why Konohamaru had chosen to open up to him. He sort of guessed it was because he kind of acted like a child most of the time, something he refused to admit to anyone but knew to be true, and that he had the ability to make them feel like equals, not being judgmental or exuding superiority.

He and Itachi were even thinking about adopting after they had gotten married. He honestly couldn't wait, the thought of fatherhood making him feel all warm and pleasant inside. He could not recall how long he had longed for the day he would be called'father', to see his child grow up happily and eventually start a family of their own.

Feeling his eyes start to prickle at the notion, he internally scolded himself for being such a sentimental crybaby and shifted his gaze toward his lap. Though, he really couldn't help it.

Having been in many foster homes as a child until he had met Kakashi and Iruka, he had promised himself as an adult to give his own kids the best childhood and life possible, never wanting anyone else to go through the things he had gone through. People who knew him knew that he never broke his promises once he made them; a promise was always a promise.

The train was closing in to his stop so he readied himself to leave. Rising to his feet, he walked toward the doors, returning the wave the little girl gave him as he stepped off. Whilst outside, he shuddered at the change of temperature. The train had been warm and comfy and the cold and gray weather of November made goose bumps spread across his skin.

It was a ten minutes' walk from the stop to his house. He walked slowly with his shoulders hunched up, watching his surroundings as he passed them by, the darkening sky and the shining streetlights casting shadows on the graveled ground.

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Finally reaching his home, he opened the wooden door and stepped inside. Noticing the extra yet familiar pair of shoes whilst undressing, he walked into the living room to see his best friend and fiancé watch television.

"I'm home." He greeted.

"Hn, moron..." His best friend replied, turning his head away from the screen to look at him.

He and Sasuke had known each other for 10 years now, since the day they had first meet in high school. Initially, they had started off as enemies, both trying to make the other's life a living hell but eventually they had settled their differences and developed a friendship that could beat the most. However, they still teased each other a lot, but that was one of the positive quirks of their friendship.

Preparing to retort, he was quickly silenced by a pair of lips on his own. Feeling the familiar warmth and scent of his lover, he smiled into the chaste kiss and returned it eagerly.

"Welcome home." Itachi said, slowly and reluctantly retreating his lips. "How's work?"

"Oh, you know…same old same old." He muttered, blushing against his will.

"Why do you work there anyway, moron? It's not like you really need the money.., us being rich and all." Sasuke said, smirking lightly and looking very smug.

"Bastard…" He commented while glaring at the younger man. "You know I'd like to contribute to our income, and I can't quit, Kakashi's become dependent of me."

"Hn, you keep telling us that but-"

"Sasuke..." Itachi interrupted, glaring at his younger brother in warning.

"Hn…" Sasuke grunted, crossing his arms over his chest, a pout forming on his face.

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Knowing he could be a bastard at times, he knew he was right this time since he truly meant well. He and older his brother had been noticing Naruto's grumpier behavior as well as tired exterior and they were worried about him. The idiot needed to rest yet the blond was determined not to do so, which was infuriating to say the least. Naruto's reasons for working weren't really that convincing either, especially since it was obvious he disliked his job. Knowing this argument wouldn't lead anywhere however, only making Naruto frustrated and Itachi pissed off at him for being the cause of it, he quieted down.

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"I've made you some raamen." He said and broke the uncomfortably silence that had settled around them, suddenly remembering.

"Really..? Thanks 'Tachi." Naruto exclaimed, kissing him on the cheek before running off into the kitchen, all harsh feelings forgotten.

Shaking his head lightly, he felt his mouth tug slightly at the seams. Naruto and his addiction to raamen never stopped amusing him. The blond could never get enough of the food no matter how often or how much he consumed. However, something he always thought was odd was that every time he made his fiancée some, Naruto would always cheer and lightly jump around before tucking in only to have a solemn look on his face when he finished it.

He couldn't help but wonder if Naruto associated raamen with something not all that pleasant, knowing his cooking couldn't be bad. He was an Uchiha after all.

Though, Naruto had never told him anything about it and he had never questioned him, knowing his fiancée would tell him if it was anything serious or important. Perhaps his lover was just disappointed that the plate was cleared and that all food was gone and thus made such an expression.

Sighing, he sat back down next his brother on the couch, feeling like he should not give it too much thought. After all, he didn't want to become one of those overly paranoid lovers that constantly needed to pry into their partner's personal matters.

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Entering the kitchen, he saw the holy food on the table, laying there all juicy, warm and delicious, just waiting to be eaten by him and him alone. His fiancé was surprisingly good at making it, always making sure the bowls were big - knowing he ate a lot and adored the dish.

Looking through drawers for some chopsticks, he quickly found a pair and leered at his prey before attacking it, drool covering the chin of his inner beast.

Raamen, the food given to humans by the gods, was something he could never get tired of. The first time he ever tasted it was when his big brother had treated him some at a small stand in the outskirts of Obihiro several years ago. The place had been called Ichi-something, he couldn't recall its full name, but he remembered that their food had been delicious and that they had gone there repeatedly. It was probably during that time that had fallen in love with the dish and unlike most crushes it had neither withered nor gone away.

Now halfway through the bowl with noodles hanging out of his mouth, he couldn't help but think about his brother. They hadn't seen each other in so many years and he could honestly barely remember what his sibling looked like, having been separated from him at such an early age. Even though he knew where his kin lived, he had never managed to build up enough courage to visit him, believing his brother wouldn't want him to. He had never told his friends or the Uchihas about his sibling either, a part of him afraid that they would make him see him and rage about him having kept quiet about it for such a long time.

Sighing, he pushed the empty bowl away, suddenly feeling dejected. Why couldn't he just fly over there and visit him? Or go by train? Was he really that afraid of rejection? He remembered his brother to be kind but with a fiery temperament, would he really be upset by a visit? Had he changed? Would he still love him?

Rising from his seat, he told his lover and friend good night as he passed them by in the hallway, feeling tired and suddenly wanting to be left alone, never noticing the worried looks he was given as he walked upstairs.

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Signing the last paper from the pile he had received today, he sighed and put his pen down.

Was this really what he wanted? Analyze and sign papers all day? Be irritated and take his frustration out on his surroundings? On his loved ones?

He knew for a fact that Kakashi needed him but he couldn't take much more of this. At first he only agreed to take the job to pay off his debts and rent but after meeting Itachi, getting engaged and buying a small house together he didn't really have a reason for staying with the company anymore.

As Sasuke had mentioned before, the Uchihas were rich. He wouldn't have to work since Itachi would be more than capable of taking care of him…

But still, he couldn't help but want to contribute. He hated the feeling of uselessness. He felt like he needed to matter, to be someone who was important and needed. He didn't want to become a leech or a burden, feeling that his unemployment would lead to that.

Also, if he truly did become unemployed then what would he do when Sasuke studied at university and Itachi went to practice kyuudou?*

All of his other friends were working. Should he just stay at home? Cook and clean and prepare a bath for his fiancé every time Itachi came home like an obedient little housewife? ...

No, definitely not. The mere thought of it sickened him and made goose bumps to spread across his skin. He guessed he would just have to develop some kind of hobby or find a more suitable job if he ever did choose to resign.

Staring out of the window of his small office, seeing cars and people pass him by below, he decided to have a talk with Kakashi, knowing his father would know what to do, always being the one to give him good advice in his time of need.

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Walking toward the elevator, he thought about his options. Quit and make the Uchihas happy but in the process let the company down. Not quit, please the company but make the ravens unhappy. It was hard trying to be the benefit of all, knowing he couldn't please everyone. Who was more important? What did he truly want?

Walking inside the elevator he pressed the button leading up to his father's office on the eighth floor. Seeing his own reflection in the mirror, he couldn't help but sigh at how horrible he looked. It seemed as if the bags below his eyes were getting bags and his tanned skin had turned a paler unhealthy hue.

'… Maybe I really should quit?' He thought bitterly and let out a humorless chuckle. 'Or at least get some vacation... I look like shit.'

Stepping out of the elevator, he walked down the hallway to the office farthest away from him, passing a lot of doors as he went. Raising his hand to knock on the door of his father's office once he reached it, he heard a voice beckoning him inside. A bit shocked, he opened the door and stepped inside, watching his boss give him a little wave in greeting.

Closing the door behind him, he turned towards his father who was sitting behind his desk, a smile undoubtedly decorating his lips despite the surgical mask that covered his nose and mouth, the sparkling eyes being a tell-tale sign.

Kakashi had always worn masks, mostly those physicians wore and some out of a thin fabric, not wanting anyone to see his real face. There were a lot of rumors going on in the business world because of it, speculations about the reasons Kakashi did so and what he may look like.

He was one of the few who knew the truth and had seen Kakashi without his mask.

"So Naru, what can I help you with?" His father asked, the eyebrow above his scarred eye rising slightly in enquiry. "Please, have a seat."

Taking a seat opposite of his father, he stared down at his hands nervously, contemplating on how to begin.

"I…" He began.

"You came to ask me for advice about whether you should stay with the company or not?" Kakashi interrupted softly.

"Yeah…" He said, slowly turning his gaze toward the older man.

"It is quite obvious what you should do, is it not?"

"… What do you mean?" He replied, slightly confused.

"You hate it here, Naru, I can tell. You're always sighing nowadays, looking frustrated most of the time and muttering curses to yourself while you're working. And look at you, soon people might start to think that you're my father."

"Hey!-"

"Do you honestly believe I haven't noticed anything, that I am that blind and ignorant?"

"No, I-"

"You are my son, Naruto, and I love you. You matter a lot more to me than this company. You used to be cheerful and enthusiastic all the time but now I can't even seem to remember the last time you smiled during working hours…" Kakashi continued, a frown marring his face as he spoke. "We've all been noticing it, Naru. You can't even imagine the amount of phone calls I've received from your friends lately, lecturing and demanding me to have you fired or force you to resign. Iruka has even made me sleep on the couch in protest."

He was staring at his father in shock, his mouth and eyes open wide, stunned by the revelations yet somehow fearing their result.

"So, being the great father that I am…, you can consider yourself unemployed." His father finished in a sing-song voice and smiled again, making a strange 'fu fu' sound.

"Eh…?" He breathed, still shocked. "But-"

"Oh, don't act so surprised, Naru. You should have seen this coming by now…" Kakashi interrupted once more, still looking cheerful.

"But what about -" He tried, becoming more worried and aggravated by every statement. He hadn't been prepared for this at all. He had just come here to talk about it and now suddenly he was unemployed… huh?

"Don't worry, everything is taken care of. This won't affect your future careers in the least. All you have to do is to go home, relax and spend some time with your fiancé and friends… and give Iruka a call while you're at it."

Standing there shocked, he couldn't help but stare. His Papa and his friends had…

Shaking his head lightly, not really understanding why he felt so bothered by it all of a sudden, he began to feel relieved and grateful instead. His friends and fathers truly cared about him...and he no longer had to worry about which decision to make. Though, he surmised he would have to find another job soon, still refusing to stay unemployed and play the role of a housewife. Indeed, he would search for some as soon as he was home again, this time for a job he would hopefully enjoy.

Thanking his content father, he left the office and walked out of the building after bidding his co-workers farewell. Before he had left, his father had told him someone would clean out his desk for him so that he would not have to worry about how to carry it all back home.

Breathing deeply once he stepped outside, he slowly made his way down the street. It was a beautiful day, cold but beautiful. Since it was only around noon, he decided to hurry off home and surprise his beloved with the news together with a bouquet of red roses, Itachi's favorites.

The raven had been such as sweetheart to him the last few months even though his aggravation at work was put upon him and he therefore felt it necessary to make it up to his lover, starting by romantically sweeping him off of his feet.

Changing direction, he turned and he walked toward the Yamanaka flower shop.

His friend Ino's family had owned the store for generations and he hoped she was there today to help him. Yamanaka Ino was an incredibly talented florist, her bouquets were some of the most gorgeous ones he had ever seen and she knew all there was to know about flowers.

Seeing her inside through the display window, he thanked his lucky star before opening the door and stepping inside. Every time he visited the place, he was always awed by its inside, and this time was no exception. It was incredibly beautiful and overwhelming.

Flowers in all kinds of shapes and colors were spread out across the room, on shelves, enclosed in glass cabinets with more humid temperatures and in pots and vases on the floor. Despite its many products, the shop neither felt nor looked crowded. There was even a fountain in the middle of the room, which contributed to the peaceful atmosphere along with the traditional interior design and the wonderful scent of flowers.

His female friend was standing by the register farther in the back. Her long blond hair was put up in a high pony tail and bangs covered her right eye in a style that was quite popular these days, her visible left eye shining with a vibrant blue.

Noticing her noticing him, he approached her and gave her a hug in greeting, the life being squeezed out of him in return. It had been a while since he had last seen her, both of them being busy with work lately. Telling her the news that would hopefully change that fact, he received more hugs, and explained the reason for his visit.

Patting him encouragingly on the shoulder when he was done, Ino's cheeks were a bit flushed and her eyes burned with a fire of admiration. To be honest, he had kind of expected the response and feared it a bit as well. Ino had been fan of 'boys love' ever since she found out about him and Itachi, and she often demanded he'd share explicit information with her and tried to give him tips on how to behave in the sack. He, of course, never told her anything of the sort and always hightailed out of her perimeter when the subject was brought up or tried to distract her with other things if he wasn't able to.

Thankfully, she seemed more focused on her work today and he heaved a sigh of relief. As she helped him look at some of the bouquets she had recently put together, he found a large one to his liking, containing 30 beautiful dark red roses, lightly decorated with baby's breath and bound together with a white silk ribbon. Adding a card, he paid for it and left the store, giving his friend a last wave goodbye from the outside before making his way home.

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Walking toward his house, he opened the wooden gate quietly and walked the few steps leading to the front door. Wanting the surprise to be big, he silently sneaked inside, carefully opening the door and closing it after him.

Removing his shoes, he noticed Sasuke's pair again - black sneakers with white shoelaces. 'What's Sasuke doing here this early?' He thought, slightly surprised, and put his coat on a hanger before making his way through the hallway, the bouquet firmly in his grasp.

Reaching the stairs which lead to the second floor as quietly as possible, his ears picked up some strange noises. Listening closely, he recognized them as moans and groans. 'What the…' He thought and furrowed his eyebrows.

Swallowing audibly, he silently stalked upstairs, the noises rising in volume with every step he made. His mind was telling him to leave, to get out of there, but his heart was determined to find out why the voices sounded like his best friend's and his lover's.

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And yes, that's the end of the first chapter. Hope you liked it so far.

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* Kyuudou - Japanese archery.

* As you might have noticed I have spelled ramen – raamen, Tokyo - Toukyou, etc. This is not an error, because it is 'spelled' so in Japanese... Katakana (used for transcribing words from other languages, non-Japanese names, exclamations, etc.) has a vowel extender mark ー(called chouonpu/onbiki or boubiki) which indicates that there should be a long vowel sound in some words, like raamen (ラーメン), while Hiragana (used for words with no kanji, to transcribe kanji, etc.) uses another vowel 'kana' for this purpose, like うfor 'u' in arigatou (ありがとう), etc. The reason I've done this is because the story is taking place in Japan (Nihon), so using the real names/spelling for Japanese names/words seem more appropriate. However, I do not put Japanese phrases in my dialogues because not everyone knows Japanese and translating it all would be a bit of a pain, so we'll just have to pretend they're speaking Japanese. =) Do I make any sense? I hope you understand what I'm trying to say. ^_^; *sweat-drop*

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