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The Destiny of a Stolen Heart	By : lildemonicfoofoo Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Salvation can be found in the company you keep
Wretched soul that wreak havoc on the weak
Blessed hearts who lavish unworthy minds
Broken bastards with none a word unkind

Monday morning waltzes in like a naive elephant on five-inch stilettos. Kurama�s bus ride is less than pleasurable. Funny how one can forget the other side of sexual euphoria is pain. A woman in her late teens to very early twenties steps on the bus. Her hair is tied neatly into a silk covered bun while long side trails frame her face adorn with precious stones finished off with silver tips. Her brown eyes innocently scan the bus, and one by one suitor wishfully motioned her to accompany them on the rest of their ride.

�May I sit here?� She asks with doe eyes

Kurama gladly gets up. �Yes, please do.�

�No. no sit with me.�

Brown eyes dances with laughter as Kurama is pulled down onto small available space. Kurama lets out loud a yelp as his ass crashes onto unpadded hard plastic. Of course, this outburst makes the whole bus turn in his general direction.

Kurama cringes; he is unsure what hurts more his pride or his ass. The bus dives into a seemingly battlefield sized pothole. Kurama grits his teeth and decides his ass hurts a hell of a lot more than his pride.

�Do you think I am attractive?� the brown haired beauty asks.

Kurama is usually a man of well-reserved patience and poise, but current situations and purposefully foolish questions can break even the mildest of gentlemen. He glares with such deadly intent; even Hiei would shed a tear of pride, �why do you ask?�

Suddenly Kurama face is being cradled as two brown eyes bore into his, �Because you are beyond beautiful and your opinion would mean that much more to me.�

Foxes and flattery go hand and hand, even the sugary sweet ass kissing kind. Kurama looks down at the brunette; her eyes still were captivating pools of chocolate sauce but behind these warm depths instead of calm innocence there is a bubbling mirth. Kurama smiles and bend down to whisper in her ear. �You are not my type, love� He watches as the sparkle falls from those deceptive windows.

�So, you are gay.�

�Pardon?� Kurama asks in hushed voice taken back by the unexpected statement.

�Are you�.� the words are quickly cut off by Kurama�s mouth.

Kurama pulls away, �does that answer your question?� he whispers a breath away, he continues, �And yes you do make a very attractive women, even if you are not one.�

The bus gradually shifts lane and slows down. Kurama gathers his belonging and curtly nods to the blushing young man.

Kurama is a bit early, fifteen minutes to be exact, but better early than late. Now all he had to do is get down stair to the safety of the mailroom. Unfortunately, this morning, the employee entrance is locked because of maintenance problem. He pushes pass the front doors and politely greets the people standing around. .

Kurama is home free in just ten more steps. He focuses on his goal and stride to it with all the intent to push the down arrow.

�Kurama.�

Kurama did not even have to look up turn his head or have a second guess of to who just uttered his name. Kurama middle finger brushed pass the glowing button as he debated temporary insanity, push the button rapidly push the close elevator door button and then hide in the bowels of the building until it was time to go. His present situation can be summed up into one finite word.

Fucked.

�My office.�

Kurama is left to follow in silence.

Kisame had a strong feeling, there will be trouble. Just as he feared, Kurama had altered the plan. However, on the plus side, Kisame knew this would happen and he already had a counter plan ready and that lead to his current problem. The abomonation his calls his brother.

�What the fuck kind of beer is this, piss.� A gruff voice rumbles from the living room.

�Please do watch your language.� a voice whispers as a figure ghosts into the room and stands motionless behind Kisame

�Holy shit Haku, I told you to never do that.� Kisame starts as he turns around and is chest to chin with the brown-haired person

�Actually you told him not to lick your ear.� Zabuza says still sitting on the couch. He motions the boy to come and obediently he does so, making the taller man�s lap his finally resting place. �What did you learn?� he asks while undo the lounging youth�s hair, Zabuza actually prefers for it to be down but Haku once told him he always ties it into a tight covered bun because blood is to much of a pain to get out of hair, quickly.

�He is��Haku, ponders for a moment trying to pick the word that would describe the red head. �He is dangerous.�

Zabuza eyes the boy curiously.

�No, he does carry a sword in fact I doubt he even carries a weapon at all. It�s just he��

�Can make you do things that you normally wouldn�t do and anything you do is turned around against you before you realize what has happened.� Kisame continues as he walks into the living room with his glass of water.

Haku nods in agreement then adds, �he has a very high sexual, charge?� he gambles unsurely.

�I would love to met him.� Zabuza grins.

�I bet you would, demon.� Haku mocks teasingly as he spin around to face his sharp tooth lover

Kisame sits in the recliner adjacent to the presently occupied couch and facing the door. �He should be home in an hour so�� he stops once he realizes is company had forgotten he was even there. Kisame angles his chair to watch the show on the television and block out the one taking place on the couch barely out of his perifial vision.

Kisame ponders over his situation. �Yep.� he says twilling his ice cubes around in his glass of water. �I am going to need something a lot stronger than this.� a lust filled moan vibrates from the couch. Kisame quickly gets up and head to the kitchen, �A lot more stronger.�

Beautiful deception destroys even the finest of muses.
Love laughter and forgiveness is often misused.
Blanketed oppression opposing youth�s radical views
Beautiful deception destroys even the finest of muses

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