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This is Not a Game [Complete]	By : JaydenNara Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2234 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Coming Together
Pulling the Uchiha with him, Naruto sat on the end of the dark red couch they had been occupying earlier.
"Alright," said Naruto, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. "Over there you have Gaara's brother and sister, Temari and Kankuro." He pointed to the far right corner of the room to where a blonde woman stood, her hair pulled into four ponytails. She was scowling at something a shaggy haired brunette man had said, and he received slap to the back of his head. "She's pretty scary sometimes, so steer clear of her, but he's really cool. He builds these custom life size puppets."
Kankuro and Temari, like Gaara, were agents for SAND in Suna, the equivalent of Konoha's agency LEAF. Out of all operatives in SAND, only three were cleared for missions in Konoha, and those were the three Sabaku siblings. Often times, joint missions between the two allied agencies would involve the Uzumaki's and the Sabaku's.
"They don't look anything alike," Sasuke commented dryly.
Naruto shrugged. "They don't act alike either." He leaned back into the cushions. "Now, last I checked Temari had a thing for Shikamaru, and has been trying to get his attention for years."
"The guy you called Kankuro has been checking out Neji's cousin all night," said the raven, motioning to the pale eyed girl sandwiched between Neji and her friend Tenten, on the navy couch opposite them. Her hair was as long as her cousins, but had a slight purple tint to it as compared to his chestnut brown. The girl, Tenten, had her brown hair pulled into buns on the top of her head. On any other person this would look extremely odd, but the style seemed to work for her, along with her oriental style clothing.
"We should introduce them." He could see the other boy nod in response out of the corner of his eye, but he was otherwise silent. "Over there you have Deidara," he gestured towards a blonde man in the kitchen. Half of his hair pulled into a ponytail with the rest left down to flow over his shoulders, and his bangs covering one of his bright blue eyes. "He's our cousin on my dad's side, but he lives in Iwa. Next to him is his boyfriend and Gaara's cousin, Sasori, he shares Kankuro's obsession with puppets." Naruto pointed to the redhead talking to the man named Deidara. "Both Dei and Sasori are artists and have an ongoing feud as to what art is. If you're smart, you won't get them started."
Deidara use to be and agent for Iwa in STONE, and was an explosives expert, the best in all the five great nations. A few years ago he broke off, deciding to go into more private field saying his talents were under appreciated.
Sasori was much the same. Sick of taking orders, he broke off, deciding to pursue another career path, building weapons. The redhead was now the number one supplier for Suna and Konoha.
The two had met at a party Kyuubi had hosted. Sasori claimed that Deidara was an annoying brat, and Deidara maintained that Sasori was too stiff and uptight. They both swore they could never be friends and fought at every turn. It came as quite a shock to all their friends when the two started dating four months later.
"I can see the family resemblance for both of them," the pale boy said, his head tilting to the side, observing. "Your hair and eyes are brighter than Deidara's though, but Sasori looks like he could be Gaara's brother as opposed to his actual siblings."
"Yeah," the blonde chuckled. "I've said that many times. I'm still convinced that there was some sort of mix up at the hospital when it comes to those four."
The comment made Sasuke scoff. "Usuratonkachi."
"Be nice teme," snapped the blonde agent. "I'm indirectly introducing you to the rest of the party so you don't have to talk to them yourself like the anti social bastard you are."
"Whatever," the Uchiha huffed and crossed his arms, looking away from the tanned god beside him. He noticed a group of three sitting at table talking amongst themselves. "Who are they?" he asked curiously.
Naruto turned and followed his friends gaze. "Those three are, well... strange. They have this whole threesome thing going on. They all live together in a one bedroom apartment in Ame."
"Threesome?" Sasuke repeated in disbelief.
"Yup, they share a bed and everything."
"Hn."
"The woman with the blue hair is Konan." Naruto pointed to a pretty women sitting in between the two men. "She's super sweet and loving. The two men call her their Lady Angel and she calls them Pain because they're both a huge pain in the ass." He laughed dryly. "The one with the spiky hair is actually Yahiko, and Nagato is the one with long hair and funky eyes." Both men had red hair, but Nagato's was almost maroon as compared to Yahiko's, which was verging on orange.
The three lovers lived in Ame. When RAIN and become corrupt, the three were instrumental in the take down. Yahiko had become the unofficial leader of the underground movement with Nagato and Konan taking their place at his side. Though all three were nearly killed in their efforts, they managed to overthrow the corrupt leaders, and rebuild the agency with the help of LEAF and SAND.
"Weird," mutter the young Uchiha.
"According to Yahiko," Naruto continued, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "The sex is great, but that's all I heard because Konan punched him."
Sasuke raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
Taking advantage of the other teens silence, Naruto moved on. "Next you have Haku and Zabuza, they're from Kiri." He pointed out an older man who Sasuke thought looked like a hardened criminal, and beside him appeared to be a very pretty young girl with waist length chocolate brown hair. "Before you ask," he said holding up his hand to stop the Uchiha from saying anything. "Haku is a boy, and yes I know, he's far too pretty. Anyway, they've been in some sort of strange relationship since Haku was twelve, and Zabuza was twenty five, I think. It didn't become sexual until Haku was fifteen."
Zabuza was originally one of the seven swordsmen of the MIST. Thirsting for power, he abandoned the agency and set out on his own. Haku was only eight when he was taken in off the streets by Zabuza and trained. On a hired job they met Naruto and Kakashi and a deadly situation forced Zabuza to recognize what they could be doing with their lives and with each other.
"That's not legal," Sasuke pointed out.
"Yeah, well, being the awesome friends we are, we didn't rat them out during those sketchy three years," he said with a shrug. "It was completely consensual, and Zabuza would rather die than hurt Haku," he added as if to defend their actions. "Not that it matters now since Haku is twenty, and most definitely legal."
"Right..."
Ignoring the stoic teen, Naruto pointed to a group sitting by the window that contained his best friends. "Then we have Kiba, who you know from previous conversations is crushing on Shikamaru."
Sasuke nodded, recalling the conversation in the cafeteria the day they first met. He also remembered that Naruto had walked in on them going at it like rabbits.
"Kiba is bi, at least I'm pretty sure he is or his last girlfriend is going to be devastated she turned him gay." He burst into a fit of laughter, remembering his friends bitch of an ex. "Shikamaru reciprocates Kiba's feelings," he continued. "Though both are oblivious. Shikamaru is super lazy, and finds all women too troublesome, so you figure that one out."
"Poor Temari," the pale raven mused. The statement caused the tanned teen to burst into laughter, again.
"She'll live," he choked out. After calming down from his fit of laughter, he continued. "You know Gaara already, but we're pretty sure he's asexual. As long as I've known him, he's never shown interest in another person."
Naruto continued introducing the rest of the party, who were mostly straight, and civilians. Sasuke commented here and there, but for the most part the raven was unresponsive. Finally, Naruto asked about the other teens’ friends, to which he answered somewhat grudgingly.
"Neji is interested in Tenten, that's why he asked to bring Hinata," he muttered in a low voice so the small group in front of them didn't overhear. "If Hinata came she would bring her friend to make her feel more comfortable."
"Well, that's one more couple to add to my list then," the tanned teen announced.
"List?"
"Of people to set up," the blonde clarified. "Speaking of which, I need your help again." He grinned broadly when Sasuke didn't shoot him down right away. Instead the quiet raven simply tilted his head towards the Uzumaki to show he was listening. "We need to get Shikamaru and Kiba together, tonight."
The two sat on the couch, heads together, deviously plotting the demise of an unsuspecting Kiba and Shikamaru. If they were to push the two love birds together, tricking Kiba into making a move was their best bet. So wrapped up in their conversation, they didn't realize they were being watched. Their every move and flicker of emotion analyzed.

"It's weird."
Kyuubi looked over at his friend. "What's weird?" he questioned.
Itachi jerked his head in the direction of their brothers. The two were still sitting close together, Sasuke almost crawling into the blondes lap. "Watching my brother smile and laugh," he murmured in surprise. He shook his head, not entirely believing the sight before him. "He hasn't done that in years. At least not outside my company."
"Naruto has that effect on people," Kyuubi said with a shrug. It was no big deal, he had seen his brother work wonders even with the most hardened of criminals. "Even though he might be lost himself, he still manages to help people, intentionally or not, and they change for the better. Sasuke might be good for Nar too. He almost seems himself around your brother."
"You should see them at school," a low husky voice said from behind them.
Both men jumped at the sudden interruption. "Jeez Gaara," the older redhead gasped out, clutching the fabric over his pounding heart. "We seriously need to get you a bell." The older Uchiha beside him had jumped, but covered any noise of surprise, he was an Uchiha, and Uchiha's weren't taken by surprise, if they were, they didn't show it.
The youngest Subaku just smirked. "Now where would the fun be in that?" He turned his focus back to the budding romance on the couch, the other two following his example.
"Holy shit!" exclaimed Kyuubi, pointing at the pair they were spying on. "Did you just see that? Tell me you just saw that." He looked around at his companions, his eyes wide with excitement.
"What?" asked the older Uchiha. He couldn't see anything different in their countenance.
"Naruto's smiling," murmured Gaara, his eyes narrowing, calculating.
"He's been smiling all evening."
"No," the Sabaku stated. "Naruto doesn't smile."
Even though the Uchiha's expression was blank, Kyuubi could tell he was confused. "He smiles, but it's fake, it's always fake," he endeavoured to clarify. "His eyes never show the emotion he's feeling, even if it's anger." Kyuubi was almost jumping for joy as he watched his younger brother show emotion for the first time in years, though it was entirely possible the pale raven sharing whispers with the tanned teen, had dragged a response from him before, just unseen to anyone before.
Itachi studied the two teens across the room, his expression cool and calculating. They were sitting close together, knees touching as they leaned unconsciously closer to each other. A devilish grin split across the blondes face, as a knowing smirk fell across his brothers, making Itachi feel they were planning no less than world domination. He smiled softly as his brother's cold exterior fell away. "I think they're perfect for each other. I say we encourage their friendship in any way we can."
"Agreed," Kyuubi cheered wholeheartedly.
"Hn."

Kiba lathered his calloused hands with the pomegranate and white tea antibacterial soap. The fruity smelling gel had been a gag gift from Naruto, for his last birthday. Scrubbing his hands, and rinsing them clean, he splashed cold water on his face to keep himself alert. While he wasn't completely intoxicated, he was slightly buzzed and not quite as graceful as he normally would be. His inhibitions had definitely been stripped away.
While drying his hands, he froze as his name was mentioned in a hushed tone just outside the door.
"Are you sure he meant Kiba?"
"As sure as can be. I heard it from his mouth directly."
Kiba stood frozen in place on the other side of the door, listening in on the secret conversation. He could tell it was about him and another person, but the question was, who was that someone? He crept forward as silently as possible and leaned in to press his ear against the door, desperate to hear more.
"There's just no way, those two are so different. I've only known them for a few hours and even I know they could never work, and that's if Kiba returns his feelings."
"No clue if he does, but if I was Kiba, I would march right up to him and claim him before someone else does."
The Inuzuka was baffled. Someone had feelings for him, but he had no clue who. He knew who he would like it to be, but he never dared hope that would ever come to pass. He held his breath and closed his eyes, listening intently to the mysterious voices on the other side of the wooden barrier.
"Why does Kiba have to make the first move though?"
"Because Shikamaru is a lazy bastard."
Kiba bit back the shout in joy that threaten to expose his eavesdropping. It was a dream come true, a miracle. The one person the brunette had always admired, treasured, and loved, returned his feelings. The only thing left to do was to claim the Nara.
Waiting patiently for the voices to fade away, Kiba sat on the closed toilet, planning his approach. Listening closely, he noticed the voices had moved on. He stuck his head out the door to check if the coast was clearing before slinking out of the bathroom. Quickly adjusting his clothing, he strode confidently into the living room, his sole purpose was to find a certain lazy genius and prove his unknowing informants wrong.
Forgoing any plan of action, the semi-intoxicated Inuzuka shouted across the room. "Shikamaru! I need to talk to you right now."
The entire room fell silent, watching the feral teen stagger over to the lazy genius lounging against the far wall. This was a long time in coming, and no one was going to miss the action.
"Kiba, you're making a scene," he drawled. Tanned hands slammed down on the wall on either side of his head, making the lazy man jump in surprise. He was fully aware that their interaction had the rooms' undivided attention, but he couldn't really bring himself to care.
"I don't care. I..." he trailed off, losing his nerve.
"Kiba," the ponytailed raven sighed. He watched a look of determination take over the confusion on the trackers face.
"I like you," the Inuzuka almost shouted. He crashed into the tall pale body, mashing his lips into the others. Shikamaru stood frozen in shock, unresponsive.
If he looked back on prior events that evening, nothing could have prepared him for this. Having kept his feelings for the brunette carefully locked away, this threw the genius for a loop. When he realized the man ferociously kissing him was growing impatient with his lack of response, Shikamaru gingerly moved his lips over the tanned brunette's, resulting in a deep moan of appreciation.
Hands glided over skin, pushing under fabric as the two navigated the room without breaking the connection. They stumbled, and weaved through the guests. The party watched in awe as Kiba pulled Shikamaru into his room, the door slamming shut behind them.
"Well that's that," said Naruto happily, as he pretended to dust his hands off.
"Idiot." Sasuke smirked at the blondes' cute pout.

The next morning, Shikamaru woke to a face full of warm skin. Cracking an eye, he found red tattoos, tanned skin, and unruly brown hair.
"Shit!" He bolted upright, jolting the Inuzuka out of his sleep.
"Shika? What the..." The brunette looked around, taking everything in, their state of undress, the sheets haphazardly wrapped around them. "Again? We did it again?" There was a hint of panic in his voice.
Both of them remembered the last time. After one too many drinks at Naruto's, the two friends had found themselves passionately expressing their feelings for one another of Kyuubi's bed. Thank goodness the redhead didn't know or they would have been dead long ago.
The morning that followed their tryst had been awkward to say the least. They had somehow wound up in Naruto's bed with Gaara, Sai, and of course the host of the party. They didn't remember how that had happened, but they did remember what activities the two of them had engaged beforehand.
Mistaking the horror at the memory as disgust from the other person, the two had agreed to never speak of it again and pretend it never happened. Little did they know they both felt the same. Both were saddened by the belief the other person would never feel the same.
Groaning, Shikamaru flopped back on the bed. "Never again."
"Agreed."

Naruto stalked back into the living room. "S'uke, time for plan B, those stubborn idiots think they only did it because they were drunk."
Sasuke glared up at the blonde from where he was curled up on the couch, his head resting in Itachi's lap. "Usuratonkachi," he growled holding his pounding head. "Shut the fuck up."
"Shut up both of you," Itachi muttered irritably. He shifted, curling further into the couch, his hand gently carding though his baby brother's soft raven locks.
"Good morning everyone!" Kyuubi yelled, bounding into the room, his arms held wide open in greeting. The entire room full of partygoers groaned and clutched their head, except for Naruto and Gaara. The blonde joined his brother in laughing at their friends suffering, while Gaara just smirked from his place on the window sill, he had been the only sober person at the party.
"Nii-san," whined the young raven. "My head hurts, and I feel like I'm going to be sick."
Rolling his eyes at his younger brother, Itachi hugged him closer. "That's what you get for drinking when I said not to."
Burying his head in his brothers hardened abs, Sasuke tried to block out the sounds emminating from the obnoxious pair torturing the room. "How do they not have hangovers?" he groaned quietly to his brother. "They had more to drink than anyone else here."
"They must be inhuman."
"Good genetics," bragged Naruto overhearing their conversation. "I've never had a hangover, not once."
"Is it wrong if I'm jealous of your brother right now," the redhead asked, eyeing the small raven clinging to Itachi.
"Don't start with me Kyuubi," hissed the Uchiha. "Not unless you want me to rip your balls off and feed them to you." He was in a horrible mood, his head felt as though jackhammers were going off and the sunlight streaming into the room was making everything ten times worse. The Uzumaki brothers were seeing the side he usually reserved for the rest of the world.
"Jeez. Touchy."
"Bastards, both of them," Naruto muttered to his brother as they stalked off in the direction of the kitchen to start breakfast.
"Aniki," Sasuke mumbled into his brothers' stomach. "Weren't we supposed to go home last night?"
"Shit."

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