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Angels Don't Lie	By : teasetillyoudrop Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 868 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary:� Learning the rules and mechanics of space
policing and tolerating a less than perfect crew were the only lessons that Kakashi had promised him on that fateful day.� So Sasuke had thought
that was all in life but a childish blond and his mysterious past may drag him
into the space conflict that no one had ever dreamed would occur.
Couples:� NaruSasuNaru, more later.
Comment:� This is my first ever fanfic
so I�d appreciate any type of input.�
Reviews, criticism, corrections, questions, flames, you name it.� I�d like to know if people are
interested.� But please be gentle and
enjoy.� This is a repost with edits.

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Chapter 1

They�re all idiots.

Sasuke fumed as he walked towards
the ominously drab building that constituted the labor factory of Amano.

He felt like punching or, at the very least, tripping his
laid back instructor who, for the past hour, had been staring at him, waiting for an apology.�
He�d rather die than do that so he settled on staring at the looming
building, horribly bland in it�s off white, yellowish, color.� It had shaded windows that didn�t reflect the
light but, still, his eyes burned.� The
brightness of the building paint reflected the spiteful rays of light, made his
annoyance even worse as he trekked along closer to the building.�

Unlike his mood, the simulated weather was as clear as can
be.� The sky was the lightest of blue, too fake, the sun as intense as staring
at a bare light bulb, fucking bright,
and, thanks to some spiteful programmer, the air was filled with atmospheric
sounds of birds singing their gleeful morning songs, chirpy.

All of it made him want to bang his head on the nearest
wall.

But, Sasuke reminded himself,
dying in such a boring and idiotic way, not to mention in the middle of
commoner central, would be shameful.

�You know we have to do this.� We�re short on man power and, well, androids
aren�t inexpensive,� Kakashi muttered, �he�s the
third android that you�ve destroyed for not following your direct orders.� This way, if they don�t follow your orders,
it�s not because of programming.�

�Hn.�

�They�re not inexpensive
at all...�� Kakashi
intoned.�

�I heard what you said,� the dark-haired boy angrily
retorted, �It�s not like it matters.�
They�re just clunky machines.�
Besides, I�m paying you,� he haughtily finished.

He heard older man sigh, �No� you�re not.� Your parents� will is.� Even with how much they pay me, with the rate
you�ve been breaking our workers
you�ll be indebt to me in no time.�

Sasuke felt a retort on the tip of
his tongue but the amused tone in Kakashi�s voice
stopped him.� As he glanced to his right,
Sasuke knew that the older man was enjoying this, the sadist.�

Even while lecturing, he could feel the glee emanating from
the idiot.� Could see the vague outline
of a smile through the black scarf the old man wore around the lower half of
his face and a disturbing shine in his lone visible grey eye.� He knew that Kakashi
liked the lectures he had with Sasuke because, as the
grey haired lecher said, it was �bonding time� for teacher and pupil.� The perfect time for Sasuke to learn invaluable lessons that he wouldn�t figure
out without the help of a much more experienced space traveler.� Maybe if his teacher was more respectable,
more disciplined, normal, he would
have a longer fuse.

Times like these, Sasuke wondered
why his parents thought Kakashi would be a good
guardian for him.� Sure man had gone
through more missions through space than any other captain available in Konohagakure, but the fact that the man couldn�t put his
damn smut-filled book-chip away to seriously discipline him irked Sasuke to no end.�

Kakashi Hatake�s
name had been nothing more than a stellar general Sasuke
had heard his parents discuss mainly for the battles he won under the Uchiha name.� His
father spoke of the young general as if he were part of the family, with
fondness and pride that Sasuke had never heard
directed towards him.� His mother had
laughed and smiled, as she did with Sasuke whenever
he told of his frustrations in the school, at those adventures that his father
chose to share with the family.�

The day his brother smirked at Kakashi�s
adventures, Sasuke had yelled at his parents that he
hated the man.� When his mother had
giggled that he was acting childish, he�d locked himself in his room, refusing
to leave his room and eat until his kind brother had promised to fast until Sasuke himself ate.�
After that day, his family no longer discussed Kakashi
whenever Sasuke was present.� Not long after, his brother slowly became
distant and cold, his father stricter and his mother more frantic and paranoid
when it came to his safety.�

It wasn�t until the day of the funeral that Sasuke met the man, dressed in the garish green uniform of
the Imperial Military.�� The general who would be his keeper until he became of age.

Until the day that he could seek revenge with the law on his
side.

�You look constipated Sasuke.�

Yeah, he probably hated Kakashi
for being the son that he could never be but, having lived with the man for
five frustratingly long years, the feeling was nothing
more than red-hot irritation.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

�Well as of right now we are in, er,
a transition between switching last year�s returning hires and the new hires so
I�m very sorry for the lack of organization.��
The pudgy blob of fat, named �Gomi the
manager� explained for the third time.�
�Normally we�re very current with the requests captains, such as
yourself, send to us but I�ve also hired new employees, whom are inefficient
apparently, within my system.� Rest
assured that they�ll be dealt with for losing your paper works, ergo I will�.��

At this point Sasuke�s glare had
intensified as his day went from bad to worse.�
The fat incompetent had been blabbering incessantly about the problems
their company was dealing with for the past few, measly, minutes that they�d
spent within the building.

The huge manager had popped out behind the front desk the
moment Sasuke had yelled at the secretary for not
having their request filed.� He had
slowly leaked out of the small backroom door, one fat foot at a time, and,
after Kakashi kicked Sasuke�s
heel twice while informing the man of his name, had refused to shut up ever
since despite Sasuke�s scathing glare.

��ese are
the latest batch of hires from the edulabor-system,�
the man joyously proclaimed, �And, as per your request, they are all quite
pleasing to the eyes.�� At this Sasuke redirected his glare at Kakashi,
who just winked back as he faked enthusiasm with the prospect of hiring
greenhorns.

�Both actions went
unnoticed by the Blob as he continued with his explanations.� �Your paper says you�re inquiring about a
mechanic with good looks which, I�m sure, is for your son�s benefit, so I�ve
ordered the hires to this room.� You may
ask them any question about their experiences and, once you�re done with
your selection, just slide your creds on the security
device,� at this the Blob pointed towards the metallic box collars the hires
wore around their neck, �and you�ll be good to go.� The transaction should be completed in a day
or two.� Should you be unhappy about your
hire, you can return them no later than two months.��

�Are there any experienced mechanics who
are good looking?� I�d like to have
workers who already how to handle themselves on a ship, so is there any way to
see your return hires?�� Kakashi asked, the latter question mirroring Sasuke�s thoughts.

�Well,� the Blob hesitated, �there is one that has caught
the fancy of many of my customers, however he�s been returned twice for
insubordination.� The Blob�s eyes looked askance, �I would send him away for
general labor but he is fully certified as a technophile.� Not to mention his crimes, from the reports
I�ve been given, ranged only from raising his voice against the captains and
refusing to perform certain orders so I can�t justifiably send him to the
general pool.� Needless to say, I don�t
recommend him as a new subordinate and, besides, his credentials rank him as
one of my most expensive hires.�

�Ah, then we�ll take him.��

The fat man seemed to consider, but hesitation quickly won
out.� �But Naruto�s
reputation�he isn�t fit to be your subordinate.�

�Then we won�t order him to do anything that he�d have a
reason to turn away.�� Now, Sasuke noticed, Kakashi�s eyes
took on a more intense and serious glint.�
�If he does act up, I�ll take responsibility.�

�I still insist you pick another.� I don�t know how disobedient he is, afterall the other captains
could be lyi-�

Sasuke felt a harsh headache
forming.� He knew that, with how wordy
and stubborn the Blob was, the negotiations would take hours if he left the two
idiots alone.� He wanted to leave and
start learning the space policing trade again.

Or at least get out of the searing simul-sun.� Increasing the force of his glare, Sasuke declared, �It�s our money going into your pocket.� Kakashi�s chosen,
do you or don�t you want our business?��

At the mention of money and Kakashi�s
name, the Blob seemed to forget his problems and snapped back into business
mode.� �Yes, you�re right.� It is your choice.� Just be certain that-�

�Gomi-ka, your appointed customer
is waiting for you.�� The high pitched,
overly chirpy, voice of the brainless secretary boomed over the speaker at the
corner of the room.� �She�d like to
consult you on the new pleasure hires.�

Once the intercom quieted, the fat man seemed ready to talk
them out of their decision but thought better.

�Ah, well it seems I must get going.� Please take caution with your choice.� And thank you for choosing our agency for
your laborer needs.�� With those last
wastes of air, the bag of garbage lumbered off to the front of the building.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~
�

�How can that retard leave without telling us where this
mythic hire returnee is?�� Sasuke griped at the chuckling Kakashi
beside him.� �This room is just as empty
as the last room we checked!� You should
report that manager as incompetent.�
Actually, report him twice � no � three times.� One for each time he delayed our business.�

They had started looking at the new hires, asking them how
much training they�d received from the engineering branch of the edu-labor system, when both he and Kakashi
knew that the hires weren�t what they were looking for.� Most were new hires, with no experience at
all.� New to the point that most only
passed the first level of technophilia while others
only knew technology slightly better than Kakashi.� When one had commented that he passed edu-labor because he was bright on paper but had no
physical experience with electronics, Sasuke had
enough of the suggested hires.�

"Calm down Sasuke.� You�re the one who stormed out of the main
hires room,� Kakashi chimed.� Sasuke saw the joy
on the general�s face, could feel it wafting off the man in waves.� Asshole.� �We could
have asked one of the other hires,� the older man grinned.

�I�d rather not talk to those beginners.�

Kakashi smiled, �I guess I
wouldn�t either, with the way they were ogling you.�� The older man�s smirk couldn�t get any
bigger.� �I mean, they were staring at
you like you were water in a desert.�

Sasuke was about to trip his
guardian, you created that
misunderstanding you cretin, but a loud exclamation, one that Sasuke didn�t understand, cut through his irritation.�� A clattering of metals colliding and a dull
thud followed less than a second later.�
Curious, and hankering for another reason to file a complaint on Gomi the inept, Sasuke headed
towards the noise.

There was no real way to find which room the sounds had come
from.� The walls were all nondescript and
clinically plain light grey.� Once again,
they had to check all the uselessly empty four rooms left in the hallway in
order to find the illusive returned hire.�

�The whole staff of this god forsaken factory is use-� Sasuke complained until he felt acute pain as the door he
had turned and reached to slam open.� The
last thing he saw, while his vision tilted and swirled as the world seemed to
drop away from his feet, was a dark face and the most brilliant, gorgeous, blue eyes he�d ever seen on a hume.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Falling in a blood red sea of color, as shrieks of
red-tipped pain and black-stained outrage sounded all around him, Sasuke knew that that he was dreaming.� Despite the terror he felt, Sasuke couldn�t help but search for those screams once his
foot touched the ground.

He didn�t know if it was to help his family members escape
or to stop the heart wrenching noise.�
All he knew that as soon as he reached that place, all would be quiet, gone, except
him and that man.�� He didn�t care that,
as an Uchiha, he should be thinking of helping his
clan members more than finding the reprieve of the real world once he
confronted that man.

�Anything
to make his heart settle and to stop this nightmare from playing, once again,
in his mind.

This time, there were no people in the room.� The clan�s symbol littered the walls and the
ground where people usually were.� The
clan branded all that they owned with the symbol, a way to distinguish their
high class and quality furniture from the other clans, the other nobles.� Sasuke had been
raised to be proud of it and he was used to turning his head to see three, four
or five of them in a room.� But this�
this was different.

The symbols were haphazardly spread around the room.� One curved around the corner of his family�s
rectangular table flush against the right wall.�
One spread, irregularly shaped like a splatter, across the wall on his
left.� One looked crumpled at the
farthest right corner of the room.� The
rest were spread all over in various forms of disarray, a foot or two away from
the biggest, perfectly shaped, uchiwa at the center
of the room.

The Uchiha�s symbolic fan, once
pristine white and red, regal in its simplicity, oozed liquid color.� Those on the walls slowly dripped color
towards the floor, gathering towards the central symbol.� The colors were different, wrong, imperfect, wrong, wrong, wrong.� The
normally white bottom was a blood red while the top, usually red, was a
dilapidated white.� He wanted to erase
it.� To scrub the stains away and stop
the mess it was making.�

Sasuke took off his bright white
shirt, usually a dark blue, green or black, and used it to wipe at the mess gathering
on the biggest fan.� At first the color
wiped off the emblem cleanly, its former design showing through the parts he�d
passed but, as he tried to clean more of it, the liquid turned warmer, more
viscous, wrong.�

He scrubbed harder, face cold, cheeks warm, take it all away, until his shirt was
the same blood red of the oozing mess.

�Impure.�

He threw the shirt away and tried to scoop the seeping mess
with his hands, too warm, away.� The liquid flowed faster than his hands could
move, made his hands and knees slip and, frustrated, he started clawing, unclean, at the mess until he felt
it.� The emblem felt soft, warmer than
the liquid and pulsated quietly, squirmed.

Impure,
too warm, wrong, unclean, alive, dying, dying, dying.�

He kept at it.� Clawed
the symbol, it has to be cleaned,
until he felt warmth pulling his knees.�

At this, Sasuke took of his eyes from the floor and looked around him.� The walls looked still, nothingness, but he felt it.�
Felt the undulating movements of something warm, something alive,
something wrong, around him.� Trying to sink him.�
At this his mind snapped.� I have to get away, I can�t die, I won�t die.� He
tried to stand, run away from the pressure, the disgusting rippling, but the
more he struggled, the more he sank.

He clawed and clawed, tore at the moving floor around him,
trying to find purchase but he was sinking deeper and deeper, all red, get away, get
away, too red, too warm.�

When only his hands were able to touch the top of the floor,
he heard it, his brother�s kind voice, the last kind
gesture.

�We�re special brothers, Sasuke�brothers
stick together.�� Claw faster, away from everything.�
�Mother and Father are proud of you.��
Faster, �I�m proud of you,� away from it all, �I love you.�

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sasuke�s eyes snapped open, view
blurry, to meet worried sapphire eyes on a smudgy � too close � face.� His heart
gave a lurch � too close � and, at
the next blink, he found himself standing, his left leg aching as it
lowered.� He raised his eyes again,
shocked, to find those blue eyes hurt and angry all at once.� The blond, blond and blue eyed boy, looked ready to jump at him and fight but,
after staring at Sasuke for a couple of seconds, his
anger seemed to deflate.

�Didn�t have to kick me asshole,� the blond spat as he
rubbed his abdomen and winced, �I didn�t mean to hit you with the door.�

Sasuke stared.� Willed the blond to feel how stupid he
sounded, �Door?�

�Yeah, dude.� You
appeared behind the rec room door and banged it good,�
at this the blond�s face lit with a smile, hnn, towards Sasuke, �I�ve never seen anyone make the door bounce back
with their head.�� Too bright.

�Nice to know you�re amused.�

�Yeah, it was hella funny,� the blond�s face turned serious, �but I think you owe me an
apology for that superman kick.� I was
just checking up on you, trying to see if you had a concussion and if you were
hurt something else, since you started crying.�

�Cr�crying?�� Sasuke stared
uncomprehendingly at the blond.� His
cheeks felt warm, but he refused to touch it.�
It must have been the dream � nightmare
� that he�d had.� But, racking his memory
of what it was about, he couldn't remember.�
All he knew was the red, red world and the burning hot dread weighing
down his heart.�

�Er� nevermind,
eye for an eye right?� I hit you, you hit
me, we�re all good.��
The blond looked away sheepishly, hand rubbing the back of his
head.� �So� what were you and tall dude
doing in the halls?�

Tall
dude?� Sasuke
finally looked at his surroundings.� They
seemed to be in a small room filled with wires, old computers and other
electronic memorabilia.�

Actually, Sasuke snorted, it
couldn�t even begin to qualify as a room.�
The room was a plain bland eggshell white and was only big enough to fit
a single metal bunk, which lay flat on the eastern wall.� Around three feet of space separated the bed
from the western wall, where he�d kicked the blond earlier.� The door, thankfully, swung outward.� It allowed air in to the room but discouraged
cleaning the electronics away from the entrance.

The air smelled like a mix of oil, wet dog and old dust.

�He said he�ll get you some ice for your head and some drink
to calm you down.� I sent him to the vendi in the rec room but I don�t
know if he could buy anything from that thing.��
The blond sat down on an obsolete cube-like monitor near the door,
looking at everything but him.� �You guys
may be able to but we aren�t allowed to buy ice packs from the vendi without supervision.�
One of the guys choked himself with one.�

�How do you choke on an ice pack?�

�Managers aren�t forced by anything to make sure all of us
are sane.� They give us the minimum
amount of care and we�re left to do whatever.�

�The guy thought chewing on a chemical filled ice pack is
fun?� �He sneered at the lack of
judgment, �So that�s what they teach you in the gen-edu
systems.� Being idiots?�

The blond looked up at that. �He was a newbie from the
system, separated from his batch cause he passed his
tests later than them.� Cause none of the
newbies were his batchmates,
he was real quiet and they didn�t really try to talk to him.�� His eyes brimmed with emotions that made Sasuke uncomfortable.�
�Returnees and newbies separate themselves in
the canteen and all that, so I couldn�t really talk to him unless he wanted to
be beaten by the other hires.�

�He felt�he regretted
mocking the guy.� He felt guilty for
whatever the other was feeling and he wanted to take away the disappointment the blond directed
towards him.� Sasuke
didn�t want to hear anymore, but he kept his mouth shut as a gesture of
apology.

The other boy didn�t seem to understand what the gesture
cost to Sasuke and continued.� �I guess he couldn�t handle the isolation and
one day we found him in the canteen holding an opened ice pack in his
hand.� When I found him, he was already
cold so he�d been there for a long time.��
Finally the other boy took his melancholic eyes off of Sasuke and looked at his clasped hands, �The manager said
that no one could have done anything if he was crazy but I dunno.�

An awkward silence filled the air after the blond story and Sasuke didn�t know what to do.� He couldn�t comfort the other even if he
wanted.� Uchihas
were to interact with commoners at a distance and the comforts his mother
taught him were anything but.� When he
thought that the blond might have forgotten he wasn�t alone and his legs felt
tired from walking all day and standing up so long, Sasuke
turned around and sat on the bed.

�Ah, I see you�re awake Sasuke,� Kakashi interrupted the
uncomfortable silence as he stood near the door.� He didn�t seem to see the blond and walked
towards Sasuke, handed him an ice pack, �I thought we
needed to cart you off to the hospital for a second there,� his guardian gave
him a once over, �couldn�t get a drink from the vendi
but you�re calm enough.�

�Where are we?� I want
to go home.

�Hm?�� The taller male smiled at him, �I don�t
really know.� We were trying to find our
man when you ran into a door.�� The older
man shook his head, �I need to teach you to be more observant, especially, when you�re frustrated.�

��You�re my guardian, you�re supposed to keep me safe.� That�s part of your responsibilities.�� Sasuke frowned and
glared at Kakashi while he tried to find a good spot
to put the ice pack on his face.� He
hadn�t been feeling the pain until now, as the bridge of his nose and the back
of his head throbbed with vengeance for being ignored for so long.

A quiet cough caught both of their attention to the blond
who looked agitated and, thankfully no
longer pensive.� �I�m right here you
know.� The one who led both of you guys into this room.�� The soot covered boy raised an eyebrow, �My
room, by the way.�

�And who are you, blondie?�� Kakashi looked the
younger boy head to toe.� �Not to mention
you�re pretty suspicious covered with dust.�
You came from a technology filled room, which was where we heard some
very suspicious racket, like you were breaking
and entering.�

While Kakashi spoke, the blond�s face went from inquisitive to absolute glee.� �Buh�breaking and
en�entering,� the blond guffawed, �Man, you guys are stupid.�

�Says the idiot who let two strangers in his quarters,� Sasuke snorted as he turned up his nose and looked down at
the blond, �very smart to let people you don�t know into a room filled with
computers.�

�Tch!� Not like it matters, all those are junk on
their own.� Broken
comps that they want me to fix, scraps from unfixable shit.� Unless either of you are technos,�
he nudged the monitor next to his feet, �you can�t use these.� Most of the stuff in the rec
room is shit too.�

�And you are?� Aren�t
you a dimwitted kleptomaniac?�

�Klepto-wazamasac?�� The blond tilted his head, �why don�cha believe
I�m a techno?� Too
sexy, huh?� Most people think technos are fat slobs.�
And see,� Sasuke�s eyes followed, horrified,
as the blond boy ran his own hand, unhurriedly, from chest to lower abdomen,
�no fat whatsoever.�

�You are a slob,� Sasuke willed
the blush that tried to rise on his cheeks, embarrassment from his eyes
following that teasing movement, and gestured to the mess all around them, �and
you ruined something in that other room.��
He didn�t need the others attention, at all.

�Hn, a sexy slob� I could live
with that,� the blond leered at him.� Sasuke could feel the ear-splitting grin that Kakashi sported besides him.� �Well, since neither of you wants to tell me
your names, who are you looking for?� You
may be here on legit business, but some of the others won�t hesitate to call
the cops if they see you snooping around without the manager.�

�Then the manager is a complete idiot.�

�Yup!�

Sasuke stared incredulously at the
blond.� �You just insulted your
employer�� The blue eyed boy gave a
mischievous grin.� �Do you want to get fired?�

�How the hell would I get fired,� the boy directed a
confused frown at him, �s�not like I work here.�

�Then you are a
thief,� Sasuke sniffed, �Kakashi
grab him.� Maybe we�ll get money for
turning this buffoon in.��

The blond stared even harder and slowly, creepily in Sasuke�s opinion, his face split with a shit eating grin,
�You guys are stupid!� My god!� Why else would I be here, a lame ass labor
factory, in a freaking small room?�

��

�I�m a hire, duh.� I
wouldn�t stay in this dump if I wasn�t.��
The blond walked towards a computer with burnt out wires.� Knelt and rubbed his face, tears at the
corners of his eyes, against its shell, �these nighmares
make technos cry.�
I wouldn�t live in a room like this if I had a choice.�

Idiot.� �Breaking company equipment,� Sasuke smirked, �taking off your collar without
permission.� If you have time to-�

�We�re here to whisk you off to an adventure, Naruto,� Kakashi interrupted with
a monotone as he gave Sasuke a look, �Sasuke�s just on one of his mood swings.� He doesn�t
bite.�

�Huh.� Doesn�t really
matter to me, kinda expected it from a little rich kid.��
The blond uncrossed his arms and transferred his mesmerizing eyes to Kakashi as he walked towards the man, offering his
hand.� �Name�s Naruto
Uzumaki, the best techno you�ll ever meet in your
life.�

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A/N:� I�ve been
searching for some Sci-fi fanfics with robots, gene
splicing and stuff like that and, since I have yet to find any except for Asuka Kureru�s awesome Crossed
Wires (check it out), I decided to write one.�
Hope to see you guys next time.
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