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Mixed Communication	By : kaiyousama Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1584 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary: Sometimes it's not a lack of understanding that's the problem - it's when the other person understands far too much.
Disclaimer: I do not own any Naruto character.
Warnings: YAOI, boyxboy, language per usual, kinkyness, etc.
A/N: Yeah, sorry, no real smut :P I spoil you guys with it enough already! ow, ow, ok fine, I'll get back to it later... but hopefully you'll enjoy the other interactions. Life isn't all about sex you know... right? It's also about cookies...
Oh yeah, and reviews make mouths happy ^_^ ... how about more smut for more reviews? mwuhahaha :) Enjoy!
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Naruto was finally starting to feel a little relaxed. Itachi still made him nervous – with the stories Dei had told about him, that wasn't surprising, plus the man was just plain scary – but he was very polite. The blond still felt this presence of impending doom, but that was the other raven's fault.
He assumed that Sasuke didn't yet know about the trouble he'd gotten into this afternoon – yet being the operative word. That Nara guy did. He'd caught the look the brunet gave him earlier. But Sasuke just looked confused and mildly irritated. Maybe a little constipated. Naruto chuckled internally at that thought, and then blanched at the single raised eyebrow of inquiry that Sasuke gave him. Putting on his most brilliant smile, Naruto turned towards Itachi and racked his brains for something charming to say, finally asking, "So, you guys have baseball here in Japan?"
A stunned silence met his question. He registered that he might have spoken just a little loudly, and that he just possibly might have interrupted their ongoing conversation. He ignored the muffled snort and "baka" coming from Sasuke's direction, choosing instead to hold his smile and act like half the table wasn't staring at him like he was an idiot.
Deidara finally came to his rescue, saying, "Why yes we do, Naru-chan, we have lots of sports."
Ok, so maybe that wasn't exactly a rescue, but it was something. And the elder blond was kind enough to follow up with, "We even have basketball. Itachi played basketball in high school, didn't you?"
The elder raven gave Naruto a look that made him quiver in fear over his continued acquaintance with the man's younger brother. Then Itachi relented, nodding gravely and saying, "Indeed."
Sakura stepped up to the plate and asked, "Did you play basketball in high school, Sasuke?"
The younger raven looked scandalized.
Shikamaru chuckled and said, "No, but we were both on the archery team."
"Oh?" Sakura said, turning towards him with interest. "Was it fun?"
"It had its…"
"Advantages," Sasuke concluded, giving the brunet his trademark smirk.
Naruto glanced suspiciously at the man across from him, suddenly wanting to know more about these so-called advantages. The raven looked at him mockingly and mouthed the word "Jealous?" making Naruto push out his bottom lip and turn to look out at the city skyline. He felt a foot tease his lower leg and looked back at the raven, catching the fondness in his eyes. He looked down at the table and smiled. Then he looked up with a challenge.
"So were you any good?"
Shikamaru coughed lightly before Sasuke had the chance to answer. The raven gave him a dirty look. Naruto decided right then and there that if their relationship did get to continue, he was going to take the time to become very good friends with the brunet.
Sasuke seemed to decide that modesty was the best answer in this situation, because he just looked down graciously and said, "I was not the best, and am still improving."
"So you still practice it?"
Sasuke's eyes lit up, and he nodded. "We have a range at the main house in Fukashima. I should –"
He stopped midsentence, and glanced at Itachi. Naruto was puzzled. The raven sighed, and looked out at the city before continuing. "I find it very calming."
"Oh." Naruto wasn't one to act like he knew what all was going on, so he just focused on finishing his meal. It was a delicious grilled chicken with delicately grilled potatoes and tomatoes, accented by colorful vegetables. It wasn't ramen – and he liked the food Sasuke had introduced him to the night before better – but it was still good.
The others continued on with their conversation for a few minutes. Deidara glanced at his watch and pushed back from the table. "I need to go get ready for the show; you all enjoy the rest of the meal!"
Naruto glanced over; watching as Itachi casually brushed his fingertips down the side of the other blond's wrist before standing up himself. "I'll walk you out."
Sakura chose that moment to go to the ladies room, and Shikimaru checked his phone and went over to the edge of the balcony to return a call. Suddenly, the two of them were alone.
Naruto smiled as he felt the raven's foot press against his, and leaned forward slightly. "What was that about? You should what?"
Sasuke just shook his head, a flash of sadness in his eyes before he smirked at the blond. "Nothing. I'll tell you later."
Naruto crinkled up his nose, frowning. "Bastard. You'd better."
"Oh really?" Sasuke countered. "Somehow I think you might have some things to tell me later as well?"
"Erm." Naruto blushed. "Maybe."
The raven just chuckled and caught his gaze before letting his black eyes shift, roaming down to take in the rest of the blond's body that was visible above the table. Naruto felt a thrill knowing that he was the object of that intense stare. The slight frown that developed on Sasuke's face made him nervous.
"You know Naruto," the raven said, "I'm not really one for orange."
The blond's mouth opened in outrage, but any comment he would have made was interrupted by the raven's next remark.
"But I like that tie. It looks good on you."
Flustered, Naruto blushed, trying to think of a good reply. His train of thought was interrupted by the return of the elder raven and Sakura, followed shortly by the brunet. Shikamaru begged off going to the show – evidently the call had been some important family business that had to be taken care of immediately. Itachi looked at him sharply but was evidently made comfortable by whatever he saw in the younger man's eyes, because he simply nodded and wished him the best. The Nara apologized again before taking his leave.
The waiters cleared away the main plates and brought out a variety of deserts and coffee for those who remained at the table. Itachi took over the conversation again, and Naruto was lulled into relaxation. He only half-listened to what the others were talking about, instead losing himself in the view as night descended over Tokyo.
. . . . . . .
Sasuke stuck close to his blond as they walked down the crowded street towards Shinsin station. The theater where Deidara was performing was difficult to get to by car, and it was only a short walk away, so they'd decided to travel on foot. He glanced back suspiciously at his brother and Sakura. They almost looked like a couple: the taller, elegant, long-haired gentleman guiding the pretty young woman through the crowd. She was even looking up at him in rapt attention, eyes shining innocently as she spoke, though Sasuke suspected that there was something else going on between them than anything romantic.
Their grandmother would probably adore the idea, even if Sakura was American – she was in a constant state of despair over the relationship status of her two favorite grandsons (and in constant denial of the fact that they were both gay and the eldest in a committed relationship). Sasuke could really do without having to hear another lecture about great-grandchildren. At one point Itachi had said he had a plan to take care of it, but he was taking his own sweet time about putting that plan into action.
No, Sasuke figured that whatever his brother and the pinkette were talking about, it had to do with something else. What, he had no clue, but had this sneaky suspicion that it would probably involve him or the blond – or maybe both. Not that he was one to turn down assistance in that area – if it was assistance. He hated not knowing, though, it put his back up.
Naruto bumped into him and he looked down, frowning. "Dobe, be careful."
The blond looked up unapologetically. "Quit spacing out then. Bastard."
"Hn."
"Oh look, it's the station!"
Sasuke turned to glare at the voice of the woman who had finally caught up with them, looking away from his brothers inquiring look. Women seriously drove him nuts sometimes, even though he liked Sakura. But even the likable ones seemed to think it was their job to get into everyone else's business.
They crammed into the train for the short ride down to Komabatoudaimae. He was pressed up against the blond, and couldn't help but inhale a lungful of his addicting scent. Naruto looked up at him with amusement.
"Careful, teme."
Sasuke raised an eyebrow.
"If you aren't careful, people are going to keep thinking you've got a stick shoved up your butt."
Sasuke narrowed his eyes then smirked, letting his hand molest the unprotected ass of his blond lover. "I don't think it's mine you need to be concerned about."
Naruto's eyes widened as he glanced around nervously. Sasuke brought their attention back to himself when his fingers pressed in against flesh that was probably still at least a little bit sore. Naruto whispered a curse at him and then pushed back, blushing slightly. The raven felt his cock begin to stir in his pants and sighed, wishing the performance was over and that he could drag the blond back to his apartment right now. Alas, it was not to be.
He ignored the knowing look that Itachi gave him as they exited the train and took the winding streets back to the theater. It was more crowded than he thought – alongside the artsy types that frequented the surrounding area, he also saw a few businessmen, crowded together like deer amidst the wolves. A few came over and spoke to him or Itachi, and he wondered if they were trying to curry favor by supporting the Uchiha's adopted cousin. He doubted they were there for the show.
Deidara's shows tended to be unapologetically shocking. They weren't totally to the raven's taste, but he'd grown used to them, and even enjoyed them on occasion. He appreciated the fact that the elder blond made an effort to weave traditional elements into the performances, a fact that attracted more than just the contemporary artist crowd, but some forward-thinking traditionalists as well. He even wondered if he'd see Haku here tonight – but hoped not.
They found their seats in the front middle section and sat down, waiting as the lights flickered to signal that the performance was about to begin. Once everyone was settled, they lowered until the entire theater was bathed in darkness.
When the light came back up, it highlighted a single, gnarled, yaezakura tree in the right foreground of the stage, the multi-petaled cherry blossoms pale pink against the darkness. A few petals drifted down from the ceiling onto a solitary figure beneath the tree, robed in a silvery-blue kimono. He was crouched in child's pose, arms outstretched before him on the ground, facing center stage. A single plaintive note from a Shakuhachi began, rising in volume before dipping down into a slow, measured melody. It was juxtaposed by the deep measured beat of a taiko drum.
The lights rose in the background, illustrating a model of early Tokyo on the left side of the stage in the back corner. A tank of water stood opposite it, in full view of the audience. Three screens hung above the model in full view of the audience. Below the center screen there was a curtain, backlit with flickering yellow and orange light. The shadows thrown up against the curtain gave the image of a man striking an anvil with his hammer, the blows matching each beat of the deep drum.
The center screen flickered to life, showing a pastoral scene from Taishou era. The two screens on either side came up, each showing a similar picture – smiling children, happy people, and cities embracing progress. The pictures flicked from one to the next, each change randomly mirroring the beat of the music as it progressed.
Slowly, however, other images crept in – scenes from the more militaristic days of the early Showa period. There were images of troops lined up for inspection, and once in a while even headlines about the Japanese Imperial Army's actions in China. The pictures were now of schoolboys all obediently listening to their teacher, and the words "They're blooming, they're blooming, the cherries are blooming. Red, white, forward, forward, forward troops" scrolled over all the screens. Sasuke wondered if Naruto could read it. It didn't matter too much anyhow; he doubted he'd get the reference.
It wasn't too hard to see where it was going, but admittedly it was a bit difficult to watch. The tempo of the music increased, images leading up to the war flickering on the screen. Then, there was silence. The two side screens when black, and all that could be seen was the headline announcing the attack on Pearl Harbor. He felt the blond squeeze his hand, and he squeezed back, holding his breath. The only sound was the continued beat of that one deep drum, matched with the constant hit of the hammer. Then the shadows behind the curtain were erased by a bright orange light that bled to red.
When the music came back, it was loud and staccato, rapid-fire bursts of German sounds played with Japanese music. With the first burst, Deidara jumped up from the child's pose and threw off the blue and silver kimono, revealing one of red fading to deep black. He began to dance as images from the war peppered the screens. Sasuke didn't know how he managed to stay graceful in those clothes, but he did. With one crescendo, the headlines announcing American B-29 bombers had attacked Tokyo appeared on the center screen. Buildings in the model Tokyo began to burst into flames, and a yellow light came on behind the cherry tree making the blossoms brightly pink.
The photographs displayed the horrors of war. Sasuke noticed that a few of the businessmen up and left without saying a word, and was certain that Itachi was identifying exactly who they were. He was certain some of the others who had come were now regretting their decision, but at least they were polite enough not to cause a public affront. That would probably earn more respect for them and their companies than their mere attendance alone.
On the side screens, scenes from the war in the Pacific were interspersed with images of the war in Europe. English headlines about the Battle of Brittan were interposed with pictures of the damage done to Tokyo. The sakura petals that had been falling changed to ash. The red backlight of the curtain slowly faded, and the music slowed. When the images of Hiroshima and Nagasaki came on the screen, it was almost as if they were afterthoughts. The real highlight came with the picture of the signing of the Japanese Instrument of Surrender.
Deidara turned to watch it as it held on the screen, then walked off stage. The red light behind the smith faded away completely, and again, the only thing breaking the silence was the slow steady beat of that one deep drum.
Slowly, pictures of Occupied Japan began to appear, and the music played softly. The yellow light behind the smith came back on. The burned out model of Tokyo sat as a constant reminder as more pleasant scenes began to emerge. Deidara came back out as signs of Post-Occupation began, wearing a silvery-grey business suit. The show began a gentle build towards more recent times. It highlighted the rise of the salaryman, juxtaposing images of men in suits with old illustrations of the Shogun's troops.
The music became festive as it chronicled the bubble economy of the eighties, and then popped, announcing the economic slump that followed in the 90's. More recent scandals and events were portrayed alongside everyday scenes, building tension to which, Sasuke knew, there was no good resolution thus far. As the images moved closer and closer to the current day, Deidara moved back behind the curtain, taking something from the smith. Idly, Sasuke wondered if it was an actual person or just a prop.
The blond came back out carrying a hot clay-covered sword-blade in one hand and walked over to the tank of water. Then he looked up at the audience for the first time. The music paused, and he thrust the blade into the water as the lights went out.
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Sakura wasn't quite sure what to make of the performance. Most of the audience members left quietly. A few crowded around Deidara as he came out from backstage, looking exhausted and wearing a simple blue t-shirt and jeans. She noticed one off the men in suits berate him for a moment before Itachi arrived at the blond's side, but most of the others seemed to be full of praise. She came up and patted his shoulder, knowing he was probably too out of it to appreciate any empty comment she might come up with. Naruto and Sasuke were close behind.
As they waved off the well-wishers inviting them to go celebrate, Sakura turned to the men to discuss their plans for the evening. Itachi said that he and Deidara would probably be going back to the home – his car was parked at the office. She knew with a glance that Naruto and Sasuke were probably craving some along time as well. She dragged a promise from Naruto that the two would meet her to go do touristy stuff the next morning. The three of them shared a cab back to the hotel, a tired Naruto leaning his head against Sasuke's shoulder. She turned to watch the lights, smiling to herself at the look in Sasuke's eyes that dared her to say anything – anything at all – about that.
When she got up to her room, she sighed and dropped down on the bed, checking her phone for messages. She smiled, listening to the one from her lover, not feeling quite so lonely. Doing a quick calculation of the time difference between Rome and Tokyo, she figured it would be fine to call him – after all the lovey-dovyness surrounding her today, she needed just a little of her own.
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When they got home that evening, Deidara was highly worked up. Not that Itachi minded it when Dei was worked up, but it annoyed him when the reason was something besides himself. It was to be expected, however. His lover was always worked up after a show, no matter how well it had gone; running over the performance in his mind again and again to see how it could be improved. Of course then there were nights like this, when it wasn't just the performance on the blond's mind, but the audience.
Deidara had been relatively quiet on the ride back to the house, looking out the window at the lights of the city. Itachi had just cranked up the music and glanced over at him while driving them home, admiring the grace of the profile. Deidara's long blond hair had flowed over his shoulders, washed pale by the darkness and flickering light from the stereo. He'd been tempted to just keep driving out of town up to the family estate, kidnapping his lover for the rest of the weekend, but his monopolistic instincts were overruled by his good sense.
After they entered the house, the raven watched as the blond stalked into their living room. Itachi ducked into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of glasses of water. He paused for a moment in the entrance to the living room when he came back, watching as Deidara paced on the tile floor, furious. The raven quirked his lips briefly before walking into the living room and setting the glasses on the dark wooden table in front of the black sofa. He sat on the sofa and took a sip from one of the glasses.
Dei looked over at him and frowned, before saying, "Such assholes! I can't believe they just up and left like that, yeah."
"Hn."
The blond pouted, and Itachi languidly motioned him over, resting his arm on the back of the couch in invitation. Dei huffed, and then came and took a drink from the opposite glass. He glanced at Itachi before relenting, coming around and sitting with his back curled against the raven's side. Itachi drew him closer, nuzzling his hair. He could feel the tension start to drain out of the blond. Itachi set his glass down on the end table and took the other one from his boyfriend, doing likewise. He listened as the blond continued to rant, making little soothing noises. Finally, he tipped the blond's head back, interrupting his tirade.
"What?" Deidara said, sulking. "All it was about was the truth! Most people don't even know a rat's ass about what actually happened, and yet it's so mmph!"
Kisses were very useful tools. Not that he wasn't taking the blond seriously. He just wanted Dei to take him seriously as well.
Itachi leaned up from the kiss, looking down with satisfaction at the slightly glazed look in Deidara's eyes. With the shirt the blond was wearing, the stormy grey had taken on light blue overtones.
"But –"
"I know, pet," Itachi soothed, letting his fingers brush the blond hair out of his lover's face. "But you have to remember, truth is like oxygen."
Deidara quirked an eyebrow.
"It's deadly if you haven't adapted to handle it properly."
The grey eyes stared at him a moment, then Dei smirked up at him, chuckling lightly. He leaned his head against the raven's chest, a faraway look in his eyes. "But they should, yeah."
"Some will."
"They act like I'm saying everything about the country is horrible, and I'm just some outsider that doesn't know what he's talking about."
"Hn," Itachi said, massaging his boyfriend's scalp. "You know us, we get like that. But not all of us."
Deidara sighed, inhaling his lover's scent deeply.
"Personally, I thought the show was brilliant," the raven continued.
The sight of Dei's wide eyes blinking up at him would have been worth even a lie, but it was the truth. The show wasn't easy to take, but its impact was as delicate as a swordcut.
Deidara searched his face for a moment, before smiling. "Thank you."
"Truth," Itachi said, shrugging slightly. He watched the blond; looking for the minute signs that Dei was getting over the nervous energy from the show and ready to direct that energy into something more – productive. A slow lazy blink, the sight of grey eyes actually truly looking at him the way he was looking at the blond, a pink tongue that snuck out to taste just-kissed lips – all of these things were the hints he was looking for. He leaned over and kissed those lips again, deeper, feeling Dei clutch his shirt then snake an arm around his neck, opening up to the kiss. Itachi let his hands trail down his lover's back, cradling him closer before pulling back, licking his lips to break the thread of saliva that still connected him to the blond. He smiled in satisfaction, letting a hint of predatory instinct creep into his gaze. A good hunter, after all, is very patient.
"Want a shower, pet?"
A slow smile was his answer, the look in Deidara's eyes meeting his challenge. He was always delighted that the blond had gotten over his fear and stopped running away from this. The passion between them was like fire, only quenched when bodies were overwhelmingly exhausted, and then some.
Deidara took a deep breath and arched slightly, letting it out with a coy smile. "Yeah, I think a shower sounds great."
Itachi let his hands wander down the delectable body in his arms a moment longer, and then helped the blond up, following him up the stairs into their bedroom. Operation "soothe the blond out of his snarky mood" finished, mission "screw the blond into complete and total and ultimate submission… again" barely begun.
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Review Resopnses:
Prism0467 - true dat. Though (hopefully its obvious) he's much less "outwardly composed" than he thinks he is :) ... and I might just have to take you up on that challenge sometime, ma'am!
Anon - not a bad suggestion, either... oh, the things in store for that poor blond when they get home. Though Sas might be too outraged by the possibility...
kanazerosukenaru - awww... yeah, he's feeling it too :( and, it will get worse. but, it may get better... if i'm nice... it's oh so much fun tormenting and frustrating the boy. Can a uke be sadistic? hmm...
Neko-nin - thank you so much for your comments! Just FYI, I replied in more detail on LJ, hope it came through.
7troublesome - aww, thanks :) I don't think that Itachi considers himself kind... but he really kinda is a sweetie sometimes, isn't he. A calculating, predatory, ravenous sweetie, but hey... aren't those the best kind?
richon - thanks! Some of this is setup, so you may have to wait a bit - but some of those answers will come out. Hope you enjoyed the read!
MidnightEssence - omg so good to see you :) keke and glad you're caught with curiousity about Jiji... he has his reasons. And assumptions. And mild bits of possible insanity. But he's fun :) See ya soon!
Hope you guys didn't mind the history lesson tooo much, I've had that show building in my mind for a bit. I hope it was clear what all was going on. For those interested, the "They're blooming" bit comes from the revised textbooks printed as the schools became more militarized, in contrast to the earlier textbooks that were not so brightly colored but used more peaceful words like "flowers" and "doves" and "beans" and such. Please don't sue me for using the stuff I discover in my research as inspiration for my writing :)
Oh, and a yaezakura is a sakura tree with flowers that have more than five petals. They're pretty :)
Ja ne!
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