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A Home for the Holidays.	By : tobiasrosetta Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Itachi/Naruto Views: 3994 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Here's a long chapter for you guys. Just like I promised, there's smut in it, and lots of hilarity to be had. I'll get to some review responses real quick. <3 Moodysavage: It's really cute to have them sleep together but during the day things are so tense. I hope you enjoy this chapter! Prettypurpletiger: Thank you for reviewing dear! Sasuke isn't interested in stealing Naruto away, I promise. I'm trying to keep the relationships in this fic canon to how they are in the real series. Naruto and Sasuke are supposed to be best friends, so I have to build a friendship between them since they didn't know each other yet. As for Deidara, Itachi has had an ongoing between the sheets only relationship with Deidara for a long time, which will be delved into later, but you'll have to wait and see if Naruto finds out about this. Thank you for reading my story! I hope you continue to enjoy it. AngelTalion: You read my mind hun! I totally am going to really build on their friendship, because I think it's important for this story. Sasuke is going to play an integral part, later on, for Naruto and Itachi. (You're husband and brother-in-law sound hilarious!) I didn't go with vamp for the costume, hun, but I think you'll understand why when you read this chapter. Lemme know what you think hahaha. I will totally write a oneshot for you love. Would you prefer it set in this modern AU style, or au natural? Charlie: Thank you so much! I'm really glad to hear you enjoy this! It makes it that much more fun for me to write. LilianKnight: Thank you for reading dear! I'm glad I made you laugh. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter Eleven: Do You Hear What I Hear?

Gripping onto the hand rails in the elevator cart for dear life, Naruto kept his eyes shut tight while Sasuke just leaned against the patina'd copper walls. Shuffling his feet a little on the thin blue carpet, the darker youths feet crossed at the ankles as the tense, long ride continued. “Relax, loser. Are you scared or somethin'?” He asked finally, breaking the silence that had been filled only with the painful instrumental music that rang out from the tiny speakers in the ceiling. Almost immediately, Narutos eyes snapped open and he focused them sharply on the other.

“OF C-” Remembering they weren't in the privacy of the apartment anymore, Naruto clamped down on his loud voice and growled a little. “Of course I'm not scared, ya bastard! It's an elevator. Who the hell is scared of elevators? I'm just worried is all.” Naruto finished with a slightly uncertain tone filling those last few words, deflated a little from that instant irritation that Sasuke seemed to bring out in him.

“About what? About the cable snapping over our head, plunging us.... 28 floors to our certain death as a pile of jelly and broken bones in the basement?” Sasuke replied, snorting a little to himself as he saw the others grip intensify on the rails, a panic look sent to the thin roof above them through blue eyes.

“N-no...” Naruto managed, looking away sharply and directing his gaze to the floor. “I'm worried about leaving the apartment...” He admitted finally. His shoulders would have sagged if he wasn't so wound up by the uneasy feeling of being lowered in a tiny box over hundreds of feet of dead air. The answer wasn't something the noirette was expecting, and his amused expression dropped a little.

“What are you some kind of hermit now?” He replied haughtily, refusing to show that he was maybe a little concerned.

“NO!” Naruto snapped back, bristling, before huffing, and watching the floor number tick down. Only 21 more flights to go. “I just.... Don't want to make Itachi mad, going outside without him knowing...” He said finally, delivering part of his reason. He couldn't say out loud that he was scared of running into...

“Well relax. If he'd pick up his phone when I call him, he'd know. Either way, I sent him a text to tell him that I'm taking his dog out for a walk. Dog owners often have their family take their pets out for walks when they don't have the time. Itachi hasn't taken you out all week, has he?” Frowning a little, Naruto shook his head, but still his eyes stayed fastened on the digital reader. 19....... 18........

“Well, then just relax. I mean, what's the worst that can happen?.... Loser.” Naruto huffed, shooting that irritated look back at the other boy, only receiving a smirk back.

“Teme....”

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“A hotel? Itachi, this is strange.... Are we having lunch first?” Deidara asked, his tone becoming hopeful as he followed his old friend up the stairs of the Hilton New York. Even if this was a fuck date, he wouldn't stoop down to renting out a cheap motel. Itachi sighed, and shook his head.

“No. I don't have the time or the patience. I already told you on the phone that my place is unavailable for rendezvous at the moment, and your place is out of the question. You know how Sasori feels about me, and your 'special' income.” Itachi replied tersely, heading up to the front desk to claim the reservation he'd called in that morning. He accepted the key, nodding to the overly cheerful 'Enjoy your stay, Mr. Uchiha!' from the perky receptionist. Deidara watched from a few steps behind the businessman he was accompanying with a quirked eyebrow. Itachi seemed to be wound up tighter than an overdrawn guitar string that day and it was more than a little surprising to the other. He'd never seen the Uchiha like this. A man who was normally so unshakeable... Having to jog a little to catch up before the elevator left without him, Deidara settled and sent a sidelong glance up at the taller man through his eye which was left uncovered by hair.

“If you've got a new lover living with you, you don't have to keep on coming to me, right? I'll be fine without your monthly contribution, ya know. I've got some pretty faithful clients now, so ya don't have to do this for my sake.” Deidara said nonchalantly. It wasn't like the blond to turn sex down. Glancing over, Itachi looked his friend over quietly. Deidara and Itachi had known each other for a long time. Since college. Deidara had never been very well off, and when he'd started really struggling to pay off loans, Itachi had wanted to help. But he couldn't just give him the money... So Deidara came up with this arrangement. He'd offer his 'services' in return for a hefty sum. Itachi was just fine with that. It gave him a sure bet on having a bed partner when he needed one, and he got to help the other.

“You're taking on more 'clients' now?” Itachi asked incredulously. Deidara blinked, and then blushed when he realized what Itachi was thinking.

“Oh no no no. Not clients like 'YOU' clients. I mean at work.” The slender, almost feminine looking blond laughed a little, and shook his head. “You and Sasori are still the only ones I let warm my bed, Itachi.” He replied, hugging himself a little as he continued to chuckle. Deidara was dressed, perhaps a little flamboyantly, but it suited the other. The white skinny jeans and leather boots that seemed fairly androgynous, and the flouncy peach colored top that exposed his slender neck and pale decollete... At one point, Itachi had thought he was in love with Deidara... But when the young physical therapist had started dating Sasori, a man even more 'heartless' than Itachi himself... it was dispelled for him fairly quickly.

“Well that's good. But, I don't have a new lover living with me. I have... a pet now, and it's not really ready to meet new people yet. It's pretty loud, and obnoxious... but the training is going fairly well. You might meet him sometime, just not right now.” He explained as vaguely as he could.

“Awwww! I never pictured you as the type to like pets! Very cute, Itachi. With a dog, you can pick up anyone you want. Hell... Actually... You don't really need a dog at all. You could pick up whoever you wanted anyway.... But I'm sure a dog would make it easier!” Itachi didn't answer this time, just stepping up to the door when the lift finally lurched to a stop at their floor, waiting for the doors to open.

In a matter of minutes, they were standing in the middle of a rather extravagant suite, Itachi not waiting to begin toeing his shoes off, and unbuttoning his shirt, his jacket and already deposited onto the back of a chair.

“Jeeeeeze Itachi... You didn't have to get the nicest room in the place for an afternoon fuck...” Deidara muttered, lowering his satchel onto the same chair that held the other mans blazer. The blond had taken an extra moment to hang the 'do not disturb sign on the door handle.

“I got it because I figure if I'm paying for a room, I might as well get a good one. You can stay the night and enjoy the place if you want, invite Sasori out for a date night or something, I don't care.” Itachi replied, slipping his shirt off and folding it up to set on the table so it wouldn't wrinkle. Raising an eyebrow, Deidara watched Itachi for a few moments, chewing on his bottom lip. The slender male wanted to ask just what it was that had Itachi so rushed, and wound up. But he knew his question wouldn't be answered. At least not the way he wanted it to be answered. “Are you just going to sit there and stare, or are you going to strip?” Itachi pressed, his eyes hard as he turned to fully face his friend, slacks unbuttoned and hanging off of his hips.

“You really need to relax Itachi. You look like you're about to head off to war or something. Sex is supposed to be fun and relaxing.” Deidara drawled out with a sigh and kicked his boots off finally, before standing up and drawing his shirt off, letting it drop to the floor without a second glance. A single perfectly manicured hand came to rest on the taller males broad chest, pushing him to walk backwards until Itachi's calves hit the back of the bed, and he was forced to sit down. Not that he was really resisting. Deidara knew him, and his body, better than anyone, so he trusted the other to do what it is he needed most.

Taking Itachi's hands, and sliding them up his thighs, and full hips, the blond man urged Itachi to unfasten his pants, and helped to wriggle out of the tight, pale denim. Stepping out of them, the smaller of the two men was left standing in rather lewd, white lace panties. Boy shorts, which Itachi didn't have to see to know they hugged the others round ass in a most sinful way. Just as he'd slid his hands around to feel the body part his mind was most fixated on, the small body shifted out of his hands.

Looking at that smirking face, framed by such delicate and long pale blond hair, Itachi could have easily been looking at a woman. Deidara had often joked about getting breast implants and just making it official, but Itachi knew the other enjoyed being a man who simply looked feminine. Situated on his knees on the floor, scooting to lean against the bed between the Uchiha's spread legs, Deidara began to gently massage his slender, but powerful hands up and down the others inner thighs. A strained sigh fell from Itachi's lips, and he tried to relax. “It's okay baby. I got you now. I'll make it all better. It's been so long, I've got a lot of work to do don't I?” Deidara cooed gently, hands directing inward more, climbing higher and higher until he was stroking and massaging Itachi's length through his slacks, which had become a bit tight. He was slowly gaining the arousal he'd been suppressing in vain all week.

Wordlessly, Itachi let his hand come up to smooth through the others pale hair, and a flinched inwardly when he realized the hair felt different than what his skin was expecting. The strands were too long, too pale, and they weren't the right texture. But his face was a perfect mask, and he forced the thoughts away as he closed his eyes, releasing a soft groan when he felt the other lean in and nibble at his length through the fabric that still covered him.

Swallowing hard and forcing his eyes open, Itachi kept his eyelids hooded low, and watched the other males face as he began working that magic that only Deidara could. A flash of anger filled Itachi, when the blond opened his eyes, and instead of seeing the deep royal blue he wanted, there was pale sky blue. Compared to him.... Everything about Deidara was washed out, ghostly. Gritting his teeth, Itachi felt himself getting pissed off. Pissed at Deidara, at Naruto, at himself. Fisting his hand into those delicate strands of hair, and yanking Deidara's head up, Itachi had a dangerous expression on his face, as he forced his pants further down, releasing his turgid length, stroking it himself a few times as he watched lust glaze over those pale eyes.

“So it's rough today?” Deidara asked with a smirk, licking at his lips and straining against that pleasurably painful grip on his flaxen locks, groaning at the feel of it. The blond was squirming where he knelt, his own hands roaming his pale form. Black painted nails pinching at nipples that were too pink. In his mind flashed darker skin, painted gold by the sun, and dusty primrose peaks, contracted in pleasure. Growling in his throat, again Itachi had to bash the images back and focus.

“Shut up.” He grunted, even as he forced his length between those eager lips, which suctioned around the bulbous head of his length. Shuddering a little with a strained pant, Itachi closed his eyes again, and kept his firm control on the situation, both hands weaving into the blond hair he had anchored to like reigns. He wasted no time in bucking his hips up slightly, and guiding the others mouth over him. Diedara was an expert, undoubtedly. Despite the almost violent throat fucking he was being forced to receive, he managed to keep his tongue moving, his mouth sucking, his throat convulsing.... Even as Itachi tried to keep a firm handle on it all, Diedara somehow managed to keep control, drawing out unwarranted moans and shivers from the more masculine businessman.

Even as he gagged around the erractic way that thick length plunged deep into his esophagus, every choke and gasp for air felt strategic. Getting more and more frustrated, Itachi pushed down until the others nose was buried into his midnight curls, tongue straining to slip past his lips to tease at the others taunt sac. A broad hand pinned the blond into that position, even as Itachi's body curled over him, free arm coming to wrap around the slender figure, hauling him up onto the bed and into a new position that had Itachi thrusting into the others mouth from above, straddled over his head. For Diedara, the brutal mouth-fucking felt like it went on for hours before his vision blurred with tears, his chest straining for air. He was getting light headed.

Displaying a surprising strength, he finally got a good grip on Itachi's hips and shoved the other up and off of him, rolling onto his hands and knees, coughing and gulping down air from his saliva drenched lips, which had become red and swollen from the rough treatment of his mouth. Narrowing his eyes and looking over to Itachi, still breathing laboriously, Diedara, swallowed hard and shook his head. “Relax! Jesus Christ Itachi! I'm about as kinky as they get, but are you trying to kill me?!” He exclaimed, realizing just how messed up his friend was. Feeling his chest clench in concern, he leaned up to reach out for the other man, about to beg him to spill his guts about what was wrong.

Itachi was faster, though, and in moments, he had Diedara pinned under him, legs hooked over the CEO's shoulders so that his sex was splayed for the others dark eyes. “H-hey wait....” Dei started, a hand coming up to press against Itachi's chest, but as his mouth opened to protest, two very long fingers forced there way into his mouth.

“Get them wet, unless you want me to enter you dry, and un-stretched.” The tone Itachi used wracked Deidara's spine in a shudder, and finally the smaller male closed his eyes, and sucked on those digits. His tongue swirled around them until they wrenched free of his mouth. In seconds, they were back inside of him, but this time, he cried out softly, back arching off the bed as they probed him much lower, inside his sensitive ass. He'd always been incredibly receptive to anal play, and his body betrayed his concern for the other as Itachi drilled his fingers in and out of him, stretching, spreading, and probing him so thoroughly.

...Ha.....A-aah..... Hnn..... “O-oh.....'T-tachi.... Haa.... P-please...” He whimpered, mewling out as he writhed, trying to get that one spot, the spot he could feel throbbing. But instead of feeling those blunt fingertips pressing into his prostate like he desired, he felt them withdraw, bringing along with them the pre-cum drenched lace panties. Itachi nearly tore them off of the others legs, before balling them up and shoving them into the blonds mouth. He didn't want to hear that voice. The wrong voice. But for Deidara, the flavor of his salty-sweet precum mixed with lace and sweat only made his cock harder. His voice was effectively muffled, and those fingers returned. The dark fever of those ebony eyes raking over his body so intensely caused Dei to shudder, his muscles clenching hungrily around the others long, elegant fingers. At last, there. Hips jerking when Itachi's fingers curled forward, pressing right into that tight bundle of nerves, Deidara went wild, clawing at the sheets beside him as his hips humped into that hand. Itachi knew what he was doing. Milking the others prostate so directly, so roughly, so perfectly, it wasn't long before that slender figure convulsed and arched drastically, cock twitching in dead air, untouched since they had began. And yet, despite not having any direct stimulation, it began to pulse, and pump out shot after shot of clear-white liquid. The load painted his own abdomen in it's hot spatter, and much of it pooled into his contracting navel.

“Slut....” Itachi breathed out darkly, his fingers escaping that still clenching pucker, to scoop up the fresh orgasm from the blonds perfect porcelain skin, coating his hand in it, before spreading it thickly over his throbbing length. He was going to use Deidara's own cum to lubricate his penetration. Strong, sticky hands flipped the others body over, crawling on top of him to straddle the others ass, so that the blonds legs remained pressed together. His waning arousal sandwiched between him and the silky comforter of the bed. Muffled words of question came to Itachi's ears, but he ignored them, his hands gripping those full, firm ass cheeks and spreading them open to expose the others pink entrance, Sliding his cum glistening arousal over the hole, prodding it, Diedara realized Itachi meant to penetrate him from this position. It would be tight, probably a little painful at first, but for some reason, Itachi didn't seem to want to see his face. Accepting this easily, and clenching at the bed dressings, the blond tried to lift his ass to the other, but his hips were only pressed back down onto the bed by the mans hands. Still, Itachi only prodded, dipping the velvety head of his cock into the blonds hole, and then back out. A maddening tease that had Deidara's already spent length starting to stir anew.

Wailing out a bit, in a word that sounded like please, Deidara writhed, clenching and relaxing that tight orifice to invite Itachi in deeper. It was a full minute later before the businessman relented, and began to press inside the hot cavern. Groaning, and sinking down inch by inch until he was completely submerged inside the other, Itachi grabbed the mans wrists to pin his hands behind his back. Without warning, or reprieve, he began to draw his hips back, and in one violent thrust, forced back into that tightness. His pace mirrored the ferocity of his desire and need for release, never letting up, even as one hour bled into two, and then three... Deidara lost count of how many times he came, but he knew that Itachi orgasmed only once, and when he did, the name he breathed out between laboured breaths wasn't his, and he didn't recognize it either.

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“It has to suit Itachi, but it can't look like it's something he picked out himself from his closet.” Sasuke said as he and Naruto perused the racks of the high class costume store. Naruto didn't even know designer costumes existed.

“Vampire?” He asked over his shoulder as he began to rifle through another set of costumes. There was a dinosaur, a grim reaper, a pro wrestler....

“.... It's cliché, but it's also probably our best bet.” Sasuke replied, sighing as he looked at the typical 'dracula' costume.

“Awww man he'd look so cool as The Crow...” Naruto exclaimed, looking at the costume he'd stumbled on.

“There's a Crow costume?” Sasuke asked, in piqued interest as he walked over. “He'd never do it, mainly because of the makeup.... But that's a pretty cool costume....” He mumbled, looking at it consideringly. Seeing the way Naruto smirked at him, with that shit eating grin, Sasuke's irriation flared.

“What, loser?” He asked in frustration, even as he picked the costume off the rack, to hold onto it.

“Oh, nothing.” Naruto replied, his arms raising so that his hands could fold behind his head. He thought it was hilarious that Sasuke tried to look so dark and menacing all the time, but honestly, he was just a normal kid like him. Heading to the other side of the cramped shop, over stuffed with large, and ridiculously gaudy costumes, Naruto snickered at the giant penis costume, and kept on rifling around.

“Hey... Loser... Don't think that this makes us friends or anything, right? I brought you along because I felt bad for you, and because I think I have a better chance of getting Itachi to agree if you give him those puppy dog eyes of yours.” Sasuke announced, the frown on his voice evident even as his back was turned the sunny blond.

“You're wrong Sasuke. You don't even realize it, but we're totally friends now.” Naruto replied with a grin, looking over his shoulder at the other. “You don't know now, but when you go home tonight, you're gonna miss me.” He added.

“Tch! Like that would ever happen, loser! You're a pain in the ass, and annoying too.” Sasuke replied.

“That's okay. I don't care if you won't admit it. Because I'll say it enough for us both. You're my friend, so deal with it.” Naruto retorted in his care free voice. The certainty in his voice made Sasuke pause, and look over, blinking in surprise. Yeah... He had people he considered friends, but he couldn't ever remember any of them actually saying that they considered him a friend. Frowning and huffing a bit, Sasuke glared at the clown costume he'd been looking at.

“....Whatever.” He said finally, and sighed heavily. “I don't think we're gonna find anything here.” Sasuke announced finally, disappointed. This was the fourth shop they'd gone to.

“Wait... Sasuke... What about this one?” Naruto called from a dark corner of the shop that was a bit overpacked with costumes that seemed like they got overlooked a lot. Walking over and glancing at the one that Naruto was looking at, the youngest Uchiha stiffened a little, before grabbing it.

“It's PERFECT!”

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When he'd returned to his apartment, Itachi wasn't sure if he felt better or worse. Part of him had wanted to stay out all day, not sure if he could look at Naruto after having been with Diedara like that... Especially knowing where his mind had wandered when his orgasm had risen to claim him.

On the long elevator ride, Itachi finally pulled his cellphone out to check his messages. Seeing he only had one, from Sasuke, he very nearly ignored it, but before he could lock the screen and tuck his phone away, his thumb brushed the 'read message' button, and the words that popped onto the screen chilled him to the bone.

'I kidnapped your pet... Maybe this will teach you to not ignore me in the future.' In a matter of seconds he was calling Sasuke, furiously pounding the 'down' button on the control panel.

“Where the hell are you two?” Itachi snapped the moment his brother picked up the phone.

“Relax. We're still in the state.” Sasuke replied, before popping another french fry into his mouth, smirking as he watched Naruto eat across the table from him. The blond perked a little, realizing who he was talking too.

“Is that Itachi? Hi Itachi!” Naruto yelled. Some level of relief flooded the older Uchiha when he heard his pets voice, only for his anger to return twofold.

“I'll ask one more time, Sasuke! Where the hell are you?” He growled, pacing the small lift cart.

“He said, 'fuck off Naruto, I hate you.' Wow. That's a pretty dick move.” Sasuke said, chuckling. Naruto took him seriously though, a hurt expression on his face.

“I DID NOT!” Itachi yelled into the phone, making Sasuke wince, pulling it back for a second, before bringing it back to his ear.

“Okay okay! Jesus, Naruto, he didn't actually say that.” Sasuke said, rolling his eyes at the blond glowered at him over his milkshake. “We're at Donohue's Burgers over near Soho.” Sasuke told Itachi finally. “You've been neglecting your pet, Itachi. I took the poor thing out for a walk. Relax. I didn't defile his nubile body or anything of the sort.”

“Knock it off Sasuke. I'll be there in five minutes.”

“It's a ten minute dri-” Silence. He'd been hung up on. Sighing and shaking his head, Sasuke chuckled, and waved a waiter over, to order Itachi's favorite from the restaurant.

When Itachi walked into the restaurant, stalking over to the smug looking Sasuke, and the cheerful Naruto who was stuffing his face, the man didn't know whether to hug Naruto our punch his brother.

“You're 3 minutes late, Itachi.”

“Come on, Naruto. We're going home.” Itachi said firmly, only to be faced with the crestfallen expression of his pet, blue eyes disappointed.

“But.... We...” Before he could finish, a waiter came up to the table, with the rush order Sasuke had put in.

“Calm down, Itachi. Sit down and eat lunch.” Sasuke said, rolling his eyes. “There's no need to make a scene.” Itachi was irritated in the carefree manner in which Sasuke was acting, but the look on Naruto's face as he started to set his burger down, pouting, made his resolve weaken a bit.

“You came into my home and took my property while I was away. I really should have changed the locks. If this is a cry for attentio-”

“Sit down goddammit! I'm not 10 any more, Itachi! For fucks sake, stop treating me like a child who's upset big brother won't play with him anymore!” Sasuke snapped, black eyes angry, brows furrowed. Itachi sighed and sat down, glancing at Naruto who had once more begun to eat.

“You took him just to give him lunch?” He asked, incredulously. His brother rolled his eyes.

“Of course not. I came over this morning to talk to you about the Gallery Opening but you were gone, and this dolt was there, all lonely and shit. Like the loser he is. So I took him with me to get you a costume for the party.” Smirking a little, Sasuke looked to Naruto for backup, and the boy nodded, emphatically, despite his cheeks being puffed out, stuffed with food.

“Yup!” Naruto said through his bit, and chewed a few more times, before swallowing and chasing the bite down with a drink of his milkshake. “Man, who knew American food was so good?!” He exclaimed, eyes bright with his discovery of the day.

Itachi, on the other hand, picked at his food a little, not having too much appetite thanks to the course of the day.

“Costume? What costume? I'm not dressing up for so-”

“The opening is on Halloween, so you have to dress up, and besides, Naruto picked out the perfect costume. Even you will like it.” Sasuke replied in a bland tone, already prepared for this argument it seemed. Naruto was nodding again.

“You guys actually... Went out shopping together... And didn't kill each other?” Itachi said slowly, disbelieving that this could have happened.” Naruto was the one to answer this time.

“Of course we did! We're friends now! You're brothers pretty funny, actually. I had a good time hanging out with him today. I've never... Had a friend before, ya know? So it was cool.” Something behind that cheerful smile was a tinge of sadness, and ducking his head a little as he looked at his plate, Naruto spent a moment in his thoughts, remembering something it seemed. Sasuke rolled his eyes.

“Way to be emo, loser. Everyone has had at least one friend growing up.” He replied haughtily, not catching the pointed look Itachi tried to send him, before Naruto let out a strained laugh.

“I know, right? Normal kids make friends pretty easily... But... I didn't. You really are my first friend. So... Ya know. Thanks.” Quietly, Sasuke realized that Naruto meant it. What kind of a life would this kid have led, to never have had a friend before? He was cheerful, cute, funny... Who wouldn't like Naruto? Even Itachi seemed to like him, and Itachi didn't like anyone.

“What costume did you pick out then?” Itachi said in a strained voice, changing the subject. He sighed, like this was a big inconvenience on him. He didn't want to see that look on Naruto's face again. It made him feel even worse. Perking up almost immediately, Naruto ducked down, rifling through a bag. When he leaned up again and turned to face Itachi, he had a white half face mask on.

“....Phantom of the Opera?” He replied, actually a bit surprised that he didn't detest the idea of that. Naruto nodded and handed the mask over.

“We got the whole costume, so you don't have to worry about it at all!” He replied, with a determined nod. “So you hafta wear it and go and enjoy yourself, okay?” Naruto added, a fierce expression on his face. He'd never admit that he felt a little jealous. Itachi and Sasuke would be going to this awesome Halloween party, and having a great time.... Well, he'd just make Itachi get him a ton of candy so he could sit at home and watch scary movies while waiting for him to get home.

Looking at the mask quietly, Itachi finally handed it back to Naruto to put away, and took a bite of his burger at last, thinking as he chewed on the bite.

“I'll do it, on two conditions, Naruto.” He said finally, once he'd swallowed, his appetite slowly coming back to him.

“Anything!” Naruto exclaimed, Sasuke rolled his eyes.

“Now I know how he got sucked into this stupid contract... He'll say yes to anything...” He muttered to himself. “You might wanna hear the conditions first.”

“No, I'll do anything! I want Itachi to go to the party and have a good time!” He exclaimed just as enthusiastically as ever. Smirking devilishly, Itachi nibbled on a fry.

“Alright then, I'll hold you to it, Naruto. You'll be coming with me, dressed as my Christine.”

“I can go?! ALRIGHT I'LL DO IT!” Naruto exclaimed, pumping a fist into the air, before pausing, and blinking, looking between Sasuke and Itachi, both of whom here grinning. “U-Um.... Who... Who's Christine?” He asked softly. That didn't sound like a boys name....
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