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Deception - COMPLETE	By : kizukatana Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 11939 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
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Warning: Hard Yaoi (Boy x Boy) Sex, Graphic depictions of violence, death, language, etc. Not appropriate for young readers. 18+
Author's note - So... the reason that this chapter is late is that I accidentally wrote the next chapter first, thinking I was including that scene here, but it ended up needing a chapter on its own. The good news is that 4K words of the next chapter are already written, so it should be pretty quick to get the next one up.
-xXx-
Naruto offered to order dinner while the Uchiha men headed to their separate showers after their sparring session. The call took less than two minutes, leaving Naruto plenty of time to slip off his clothing and join his lover in the shower.
Sasuke smirked arrogantly when Naruto stepped into the shower, already clearly aroused.
"I take it you like watching people spar," Sasuke said, gasping as Naruto drove him back against the wall of the shower.
"You have no idea how fucking hot you looked," Naruto murmured, his lips against Sasuke's throat, licking the salty skin before the shower rinsed it clean.
Sasuke arched back, feeling his own body heat at the feel of Naruto's touch. Naruto's hands slid down Sasuke's water-and-sweat-soaked skin, sliding over his hips and finally closing around his rapidly hardening erection.
"Sasuke..." Naruto breathed out. He couldn't explain how seeing Sasuke expertly wielding his katana had turned him on so much. But he was nearly delirious with the need for him. And the fierce need seemed to be contagious as Sasuke's touches became more aggressive.
He knew that Shisui would be anxious to get down to business, but Sasuke couldn't hold back as he yanked on Naruto's hair and brought his lips and teeth to the exposed tan throat. Besides, at the pace at which things were escalating, they'd be finishing rather quickly. Restraint and patience were clearly not in either of their vocabularies this evening. Sasuke willingly let himself go, his need to bind Naruto to him only growing with each night they spent together.
. . .
Naruto and Sasuke had just finished getting dressed when the elevator chimed with their dinner. Ignoring Shisui's amused glance, the three men sat down around Sasuke's kitchen table to eat.
"So," Naruto began, looking at Shisui and trying to pretend that the man hadn't most likely heard them in the shower ten minutes ago. "I'm assuming you're here because of the bomb?"
Shisui slid a glance and Sasuke, then nodded. "Mostly. Sasuke's filled me in on what he knows, and I've seen the information on the device and the original photos from the stalker. But I'd be interested in hearing your perspective."
Naruto shrugged. "I've been completely open with Sasuke on what I think, so he's probably covered it. I'm guessing that Sasuke's already given you my background. Do you... specialize in anything?"
Shisui smirked... it was clear he was an Uchiha. "I specialize in many things. But I am not a demolitions expert, if that is what you're getting at."
Naruto nodded, ignoring the sinking feeling in his stomach. If Shisui wasn't an expert on the bomb, then he must be here for general security. Naruto squashed the sense of loss he felt, knowing it was inevitable. "So you are here to take over Sasuke's security."
Sasuke tensed, clearly not having anticipated Naruto simply handing over his task to Shisui and walking away.
"I could, if that's what the two of you want," Shisui said, turning to look at Sasuke.
Not wanting to hear Sasuke dismiss him, Naruto spoke first, hoping to just get it over with. "I guess it makes sense. There have been some... annoyances... that have cropped up, and it's hard to tell if they're targeting me or Sasuke. There is no sense in putting Sasuke at additional risk if I'm the one they're after."
"Naruto -" Sasuke began, his voice annoyed.
Shisui interrupted. "The bomb?"
Naruto didn't look at Sasuke and tried to force himself to think only about the job. Something he should have been doing all along. "No, that was definitely for the bastard here. No one who knew anything about me would have thought that such a stupidly placed device would get me. One of my closest friends is probably the best demo man in the world."
Sasuke leaned back in his chair, his face expressionless. The insult of Naruto's words wasn't lost on him. But he was more concerned about the fact that Naruto seemed to be about to walk out of his life and seemed perfectly calm about it, despite the fact that not ten minutes ago he had been screaming out Sasuke's name. "Your term of employment was not supposed to end until you caught the stalker. You're quitting?"
Naruto could tell he was being bated. It annoyed him that Sasuke had picked this particular nerve to strike. He was sure the man didn't know, but Naruto had never failed a job. He prided himself on always being able to complete a task assigned to him. "I'm not quitting," Naruto said. The sudden glint in Sasuke's eyes clearly showed that the councilman realized he had hit a sensitive spot. Naruto schooled his face, then continued, " I just assumed that's why you brought your cousin in, if he isn't here to consult about the bomb."
"No," Sasuke stated. "I brought Shisui in to make sure this has nothing to do with my family's history. He'll handle things in Japan. You can continue to handle things here."
Naruto raised a brow, trying not to get his hopes up. "Japan?"
Sasuke shrugged. "My family is an old one in Japan. It used to wield considerable power. With power comes powerful enemies. My parents were killed because of it. Itachi moved us to the US to start over, away from it all, when I was a child." He was clearly over-simplifying things, and it made Naruto curious about what was being glossed over.
"Your parents were Yakuza?" Naruto asked, surprised.
"No," Sasuke said, his voice flat, sounding slightly insulted. "They were descended from a Daimyo... a sort of Japanese nobility."
"But then -" Naruto began, confused.
"But they weren't satisfied with their own power, as the influence of Daimyo's has declined in modern times. So they used various Yakuza factions to expand and deepen their power. In the end, it wasn't clear if it was the government or the Yakuza who took them out. It doesn't matter. The result was the same. " Sasuke's face was closed, but Naruto knew that Sasuke was lying about whether it mattered to him who had killed his parents. But he wasn't going to push for more. He knew he didn't have the right to.
Shisui looked at Sasuke, a bit shocked at how much the younger man had revealed. "You're being very 'open kimono' this evening, Sasuke."
Sasuke narrowed his eyes at Shisui for the implied reprimand. "Naruto would likely find out eventually. Nagato had Yakuza connections. It's better he hears it from me than from rumors."
Shisui bowed his head slightly in deference to Sasuke's decision, though he still clearly was uncomfortable with it. He looked again at Naruto, trying to understand how someone had come so deep into Sasuke's life so quickly. He was wary by nature, but he had learned to trust his instincts long ago. Naruto clearly cared for his cousin. And was clearly able to handle himself in dangerous situations. Pedigree didn't matter.
Shisui let his clenched hands relax fractionally. If Sasuke was to take a partner, this seemed quite a good one.
He looked up to see Sasuke's eyes on him. Shisui nodded slightly, indicating his approval of Sasuke's choice.
Naruto noted the non-verbal exchange between the two men, but didn't know what to make of it. Or the way that Sasuke's gazed heated when it met his, despite the seriousness of the topic they were discussing. But he was relieved that at least he wasn't being dismissed from Sasuke's life today. He knew they didn't have forever, but he wanted at least a little more time.
Seeing the slightly confused and relieved look on Naruto's face, Sasuke smirked. He'd be sure to show his blond in no uncertain terms later that night exactly how pleased with him he was.
-xXx-
The next day, Sasuke had an early morning meeting and then back-to-back fundraising calls for the rest of the day as the campaign season was starting to gear up. Sasuke was a young, popular figure for his party, and they wanted to get as much mileage out of him as possible, especially since he would be out of reach at the Japanese Heritage event for the next two days.
Naruto and Shisui spent the time going into detail about how to divide surveillance over the next week, particularly for the upcoming Japanese Heritage festival that was being held in the Hamptons at an exclusive resort. It was a big event for the Japanese-American community as well as the general public, and a high profile source of networking opportunities for Sasuke.
Unfortunately, that meant that Sasuke's attendance would be widely publicized, making it an easy opportunity for anyone targeting him.
They discussed whether both Shisui and Naruto should attend with Sasuke, and in the end it was decided that they both were needed. Shisui would be most likely to recognize Yakuza members if that was the angle of play, while Naruto would be better able to identify other US-based factions. They were in the process of discussing the layout of the property when the elevator chimed.
They both looked up to see Itachi walk into the room. Shisui froze completely.
Itachi simply looked at him, his face set in stone.
"Shisui-san," Itachi said formally. Shisui flinched at the cold tone. "I heard you were in town, and thought I would verify it with my own eyes. I thought I had made it quite clear that you were to have nothing to do with Sasuke or myself after we left Japan."
Shisui stood, then bowed formally. "Itachi, I -"
Just then the door to Sasuke's office opened. "Itachi," Sasuke sighed. "How did you find out? I know Jugo didn't tell you this time."
Itachi shifted his cold gaze from Shisui to look at Sasuke. "How long?"
To his credit, Sasuke didn't flinch. "Seven years."
Hurt flashed across Itachi's face before it was concealed once again behind the cold mask. It hurt him to know that Sasuke had been in contact with Shisui behind his back for that long. But he supposed it was at least partially his fault for never explaining the reason behind the rift in the first place. But it was too late for that now. "You're a fool if you think you can involve yourself in our parents' mistakes and not suffer the same fate, Sasuke. There was a reason why we left Japan and cut all ties."
"Itachi," Sasuke's voice softened. "I'm not following their same path. I'm just staying informed. We have a life here, and I'm focused on that. But that doesn't mean I forget where we came from. What our family is."
"There is no way to stay tied to the family without being sucked down into it all again, Sasuke. Not with who we are."
"There is unfinished business there, Itachi," Sasuke said cryptically. Itachi's eyes narrowed.
"Is this what the bomb was about? Your ties to father's old schemes?" A cold anger was filling the room. "How foolish can you be, little brother. Wasn't having your parents killed a harsh enough lesson for you?"
"Itachi, I said I'm not involved like that. Shisui just keeps me informed on what the rest of the family is doing. And any activity from the Yakuza factions that they had been dealing with. And Danzo. It's just information. That's all."
Naruto stirred, uncomfortable with the tension between the brothers. "Um... I don't know about most of this stuff, but I can say it is pretty unlikely that the bomb was from Yakuza or really anyone other than someone local. It was too amateur. And it required knowledge of a local criminal's bomb configuration."
Itachi's eyes lost some of their anger. He glanced at Naruto and nodded, but completely ignored Shisui.
"I asked Shisui to come to help me look into who could be behind it, and to see if there are Yakuza here who were tied to our parents. That's all. Itachi -"
Sasuke could see the pain in his brother's eyes, and felt guilt for it.
"Just promise me that you will tell me before you actually do anything," Itachi said tonelessly.
Sasuke sighed, but then gave a small smirk. "Like I could keep it from you anyway. Clearly, that isn't possible," he said, making a small gesture toward Shisui.
Shisui's eyes hadn't left Itachi since the man had entered the apartment. "Itachi..." he said, speaking softly, pleading for the man to look at him.
Itachi turned toward him, his eyes cold once again, though Naruto could detect deeper emotions swirling beneath their surface. "This is the second time you have broken your word to me, Shisui-san," Itachi said with icy formality. "We might still be distant cousins by blood, but I have nothing to say to you."
Shisui's face was anguished, but he bore the words in silence. Itachi held his gaze for a few moments, then turned to Sasuke. "I need to return to the office. I just had to verify with my own eyes that the information I had received was correct. But Sasuke, this conversation isn't over."
With that, Itachi turned and left.
-xXx-
They checked in to the resort the following day. Itachi had also decided to attend after he found out that Sasuke was going to be given an award at the opening dinner. For appearances, Sasuke had gotten a separate room from Naruto, though they did have an adjoining door. It would cover the proprieties while allowing for late night visitations without the possibility of being observed.
Settled in the elegant rooms, Naruto looked at the heirloom katana that Sasuke had on his dresser. It was the first time that Naruto had seen it down from the mantel in Sasuke's penthouse. Sasuke had explained that it would be on exhibit in the morning, where local Japanese families brought in family artifacts to display as a show of their shared heritage. There was a small note card explaining the history and significance of the katana to the Uchiha clan.
Naruto had asked if Sasuke and Shisui were going to do a demonstration of the family's fighting style with their katanas, but Sasuke had just scoffed. It wasn't something that was flaunted, but a secret part of his family's history... a fighting style developed by his ancestors and passed down for generations only to those of Uchiha blood.
Naruto thought that was just as well. He could only imaging the horde of swooning bodies if his lover went shirtless in the midst of the throngs of admirers that had already flocked to him at this event. His attention was pulled out of fantasizing about Sasuke sweaty and shirtless with the man's next comment.
"Itachi said that we should stay away from each other this evening when we are at the dinner unless we are ready to come out publically as dating."
"What? Why? Can't we just explain that I'm security? Everyone has heard about the bombing attempt. It is perfectly reasonable that you'd have protection after that."
Sasuke looked off to the corner of the room, a tiny blush forming across his cheek bones. "Itachi said that we're... too obvious about our... interaction." What Itachi had actually said was that Sasuke either looked like a love-sick school girl or some Japanese porn star about to rip his lover's clothing off whenever he got within twenty feet of Naruto. But there was no need for that comment to be repeated. Ever.
"Um, really? Ok. I guess we should play it safe. But if there is anyone suspicious, I'm going to have to get close to you to make sure nothing happens. But I'll coordinate with Shisui to have him stay closer unless we see something specific."
Sasuke just nodded, feeling annoyed. He didn't like having to be secretive about their relationship, as though there was something wrong with it. He knew Naruto well enough by now to know what kind of person he was. Whatever Naruto had done in the past, Sasuke was sure it was for good reasons. But people in politics didn't play clean, and he knew that – until he had had time to properly delve into Naruto's past and have Suigetsu scrub a few things clean – he couldn't risk Naruto coming under the scrutiny that would happen if he publicly claimed Naruto as his lover. He had slowly come to the conclusion that, whatever it was between them, he wasn't going to just let it go.
He wasn't sure what Naruto felt for him, but he knew it wasn't just casual for him either. When the threat of the bomber was no longer hanging over their heads, Sasuke would talk to Naruto about it. But now wasn't the time.
"Orochimaru is on the organizing committee for the event," Sasuke said, changing the subject. "He uses this event as a means to dole out favors and strengthen his ties with wealthy and connected Japanese-Americans. The people he invites will come from all spheres of influence... legitimate and... less legitimate."
Naruto grimaced. That man made his stomach turn. "So... what special favor does he have in store for you and your brother?"
Sasuke smirked, sliding his fingers into the front of the waistband of Naruto's trousers and tugging him closer. "I'm pretty sure he already considers me in his debt."
"And are you?" Naruto asked, his voice serious… his constant fear of his life tainting Sasuke's rearing up.
Sasuke's smirk didn't falter as he leaned in to brush his lips against Naruto's ear. "No. I already repaid him for introducing us. And whatever he might think, Orochimaru didn't have anything to do with what happened between us since then. If you had wanted to, you'd have avoided it like you did with Kimimaro."
Naruto blew out a relieved breath, allowing his hands to slide down Sasuke's back, then traced a path over his hips and around to the front of his pants in acknowledgement of Sasuke's statement. "Mmmm... Aren't you supposed to wear traditional Japanese clothing at this thing?" Naruto ran the back of his finger down the zipper on Sasuke's trousers, feeling the flesh beneath it jump.
"Ngh," Sasuke said, letting his head fall back slightly and Naruto repeatedly traced his fingers down rapidly growing bulge in Sasuke's pants. "Business suits... are the new traditional... Japanese clothing," Sasuke gasped out, glad that his was a corner room, so there would be no neighbors listening in.
Naruto chuckled as he slowly lowered the zipper. "Too bad. I'd love to see you in a Yukata. Just so I could unwrap you."
Sasuke was about to retort but Naruto's fingers had closed around his shaft, and Sasuke lost the ability to saying anything at all.
. . .
Itachi and Sasuke looked like matching editions from a high end fashion magazine as they stood side-by-side in their custom tailored suits in the cocktail area for the evening's dinner event. Their aloof air only partially dissuaded the throngs of people seeking audience with them. Uchiha was a well-known name in the Japanese community, and the added draw of their rising careers, wealth, and looks made them a target for almost every attendee of the event with an eye to either bed them or gain their support on various political or financial agendas.
"Orochimaru told me that you will be getting the 'Japanese-American Citizenship' award tonight. I can't wait to hear your acceptance speech," Itachi said, amusement shading his voice. He knew how much Sasuke hated this sort of thing, but he also knew that - given his brother's political aspirations - it would be necessary to play along and accept the award.
Sasuke suppressed a sigh and sipped at his drink. It was the same drink he had had all evening. He had learned his lesson about letting his attention slip in public, though Itachi still teased him about it, asking him every once in a while if he'd like his drink refreshed.
Naruto was also in attendance, but followed Itachi's advice and stayed mostly across the room from wherever Sasuke was. Their eyes would sometimes follow each other, but it was subtle enough that it didn't draw attention to their relationship.
Itachi only had to kick Sasuke once for staring too long.
. . .
Dinner was going to start in just a few minutes. The staff were already shepherding attendees into the formal dining area. Naruto accepted his glass of apple juice from the waiter who had brought it to him, still in conversation with the owner of an import export business of Japanese antiquities. He took a sip, and happened to glance down at the glass as he did. There were a few granules of white powder at the bottom of the glass. He noticed a very slight bitter aftertaste in his mouth. If he hadn't seen the traces of the powder, he probably wouldn't even have noticed the slight flavoring.
His eyes snapped up, and he looked around the room to see if anyone was watching him drink expectantly, but no one stood out. He quickly ended his conversation with the businessman and walked casually towards the dining area, pretending to drink further. He didn't know what was in the drink, but he planned on going to his room as soon as possible and emptying his stomach. But first he wanted whoever had put it there to think they had succeeded. As he passed through a doorway that had potted plants on either side, he casually emptied the tainted drink into one of them.
Naruto assumed that whoever had doctored his drink would be watching him to see if it was successful. He had only consumed a small mouthful rather than an entire glass, so he hoped that whatever it was wouldn't have that much of an effect on him.
He made a point of walking back through the room, carrying his empty glass until a waiter came to relieve him of it. It didn't take more than two minutes, but a familiar sense of vertigo overcame him and he nearly stumbled. Panic started to seize him as he realized that the drink must have contained some sort of sedative. Likely not a dangerous dose to a regular person, but to him it could be a major problem given his body's allergy to it.
He ignored the occasional person who tried to catch his attention and engage him in conversation. Itachi and Sasuke had both been asked to speak at the dinner, and Sasuke was to receive an award at the end of the session. Naruto hoped that he wasn't being drugged to incapacitate him for an attempt on Sasuke during dinner. He had to let Shisui know. No one other that Itachi and Sasuke would know of Shisui's role in the family. They wouldn't be expecting him to be able to take Naruto's place.
He found Shisui, and made eye contact, shifting his head subtly toward the nearest exit signaling to the man to join him in the hallway.
Naruto grabbed a small cup of espresso on his way out, downing the burning liquid in one swallow, wincing as it scalded his throat. He hoped it would counteract the effects of the sedative enough to keep him alert for whatever was going to happen next.
"What's wrong?" Shisui got straight to the point.
"Someone put something in my drink. I don't know if I am the target or if it's to get me out of the way to get at Sasuke," Naruto said, his vision starting to blur slightly.
Shisui nodded. "I'll watch Sasuke. Can you handle yourself if they come after you?"
Naruto simply nodded, and didn't waste any more time before turning and heading to his room. He heard the chimes that dinner was starting, but knew that Shisui would take care of Sasuke.
Naruto entered his room and went directly to his bathroom and emptied his stomach, though it was clear the drug - whatever it was - had already at least partially absorbed in his system.
He quickly shed his suit and turned the shower on cold. The coffee was helping counteract the effects of the sedative, and the icy water should further hopefully keep the effects at bay.
Naruto stood in the freezing water, hoping that he had time before whatever was going to happen actually went down. His head was starting to clear. Luckily, the amount he had ingested had been small enough to only have a minimal effect. The sound of voices coming from his hotel room had him shutting off the water and grabbing a towel. He paused briefly, recognizing one of the voices, and opening the door.
"Sasuke? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be -" his words cut off as a bullet lodged in the doorframe right next to his head. He looked up just in time to see Sasuke's katana slice through Orochimaru's throat.
. . . . .
Sasuke had tried to focus on not looking at Naruto. He really had. But he knew that Orochimaru was here, and he wouldn't put it past that snake to try to pimp Naruto out again. The man had been decidedly unhappy when he had seen the blond accompanying Sasuke to the event. Sasuke was glad that they had bothered with the façade of separate rooms. It was just the kind of thing Orochimaru would use against him if he were careless.
Sasuke smirked as he saw Naruto accepting a glass of apple juice from the waiter. He found it oddly endearing that his killer didn't drink. He fantasized for a moment or two about how much fun it would be to get Naruto drunk one day, but he understood why the blond avoided it. He was such a mix of dangerous and innocent. The boy who doesn't drink and can't drive. The man who was able to take out a squad of eight hit men sent against him.
Sasuke's smirk faded as he noticed Naruto's expression after he had taken a drink of his juice. There had been a flash of panic before he quickly tried to mask it with a casual smile to the person he had been talking with. Sasuke frowned. Something was off.
He watched Naruto scan the room, and followed his gaze but didn't see anything out of place. Naruto walk towards the ballroom where the formal dinner would be served. Sasuke was just about to follow the younger man in when Naruto returned, carrying a now empty glass with him. Naruto caught Shisui's eye and headed out to the hall.
Relieved that Shisui would handle whatever it was, Sasuke turned towards the dinner room. He wanted to look through his note cards one last time for the main talking points he needed to hit in his speech. As he was doing so, he noticed Orochimaru heading out through the doorway Naruto had just exited. There was something in the man's expression that bothered Sasuke. He looked more predatory than usual.
Sasuke stepped back into an alcove just as Orochimaru turned back to look into the room, avoiding the man's sight. Sasuke went out the room's other entrance, deciding he would circle around and just be sure that the creepy older man wasn't giving Naruto any problems. He saw no sign of either Naruto nor Shisui in the hall, but Orochimaru was just entering the elevator.
Sasuke knew that the man always insisted on staying on the top floor in the largest suit at these events, as a symbol of his status. Watching the elevator tick up, he saw it stop on the 8th floor. That was where Naruto's room was, not Orochimaru's. Sasuke pulled out his phone and fired off a quick text to Itachi telling him to cover for him and that he would be late to dinner. Hopefully Shisui and Naruto were together, and everything was fine. But he needed to be sure.
He took the elevator up to the eighth floor, and knocked on Naruto's door. There was no answer. Chastising himself for being paranoid, Sasuke let himself into his room and slowly cracked open the adjoining door. He froze.
Orochimaru was in Naruto's room. There was no sign of Naruto, but Sasuke could hear the sound of a toilet flushing and a shower being turned on. His eyes widened as he saw Orochimaru lift his hand, a gun clearly visible in its grip.
Sasuke's gaze fell on the katana that was sitting on the dresser. They hadn't set up the cultural exhibit yet, so it was still in Sasuke's room. Not having any other weapon, Sasuke picked up the blade and pushed open the door.
"Orochimaru-sama," Sasuke said cautiously. "What are you doing in Naruto's room?"
Orochimaru spun around at the sound of Sasuke's voice, the gun pointing directly at him. Sasuke showed no sign of any reaction, and simply looked at the man. "You're pointing a gun at me, Orochimaru-sama?"
The older man paled, and quickly lowered his gun. "Sasuke-kun. I would never hurt you. But you shouldn't be here. You are supposed to be accepting the award downstairs."
Sasuke realized that Orochimaru had planned that in advance, to make sure Sasuke would not be able to come with Naruto. Orochimaru had clearly not expected that Sasuke would miss a good PR moment to check on Naruto. "What are you doing in Naruto's room with a gun?" Sasuke said calmly, taking a step closer to the man. If he could get in arms reach, he could disarm him.
"Sasuke-kun… you must understand. Naruto needs to be removed from your presence. He is a risk to you. I had no idea that he could be so conniving as to trick you into some sort of relationship with him. If he goes public with anything, it will destroy your career. This is all my fault for introducing him to you. Please allow me to correct my mistake."
Sasuke could hardly believe the man seemed to be serious. "Surely there are other solutions that would be less drastic. I trust Naruto. He would never try to damage my career."
"No!" Orochimaru shouted. "You don't know... you are too naïve, Sasuke-kun. Too pure. He is deceiving you. He is nothing... a criminal... a whore. He does not deserve you. He should not be allowed to touch your perfect body. He defiles it."
Sasuke felt a chill pass over him at the burning look in Orochimaru's eyes as they slid over Sasuke's form. He had always felt that the older man had a strange affinity for him, but only now did he see the full extent of the man's obsession.
Sasuke drew a steadying breath. He had no idea what to say to this man, but he had to try to talk him into at least putting the gun down. "Orochimaru-sama, you cannot simply kill him. You will go to jail -"
Orochimaru laughed. "Sasuke-kun. You don't need to worry about me. I have several members on the police force here, as well in the City, who are loyal to me. And on the off chance that anything makes it to court, I have members in the district attorney's office as well as several seated judges who would ensure that I never got convicted. Especially not over the death of someone like Naruto, a known associate of a criminal organization. There is no risk to me. I will never go to jail for his death. If you prefer, I will simply do it at a different time, to ensure that you are not involved. I would not want to harm your political career by having you dragged into this. I hadn't realized that your rooms were adjoining."
There was a subtle threat in Orochimaru's words that Sasuke recognized. Sasuke heard the sound of the shower turning off, and mentally prayed that Naruto would not walk out of the bathroom yet, feeling a sense of rising panic. He had hoped that his mere presence in the room would be enough to dissuade the man from killing Naruto. But Orochimaru had no fear of the consequences of being caught in the act. He apparently believed he was untouchable by the law. Sasuke supposed that the man was wealthy enough to potentially have bribed his way quite far into the system. But was he truly untouchable? "Let's sit down and talk this through like the reasonable people that we are," Sasuke said placatingly.
But it didn't happen. Just at that moment, the click of the bathroom door unlocking was followed by Naruto's voice. "Sasuke? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be -"
Orochimaru jerked at the sound, lifting his hand that was holding the gun as he turned toward Naruto's voice.
With practiced speed, Sasuke drew his katana in a single, fluid motion before Orochimaru had finished raising his weapon. The blade arced, slicing along Orochimaru's wrist and sending the shot wild. Orochimaru's cry pierced the air, but was cut short as the arc of Sasuke's blade continued, cutting off man's scream as it sliced through his throat. Sasuke stood there, frozen, as Orochimaru's now lifeless body fell to the floor.
The room seemed unnaturally still.
Almost in a trance, Sasuke wiped his blade off on his pantleg, removing the blood, then re-sheathed it in the ritual motion Naruto had seen him use in the sparring room. Sasuke's eyes had not moved from Orochimaru's body.
Naruto cursed as he saw the blank look on Sasuke's face. This was clearly Sasuke's first time taking a life. The shock of it was etched on his face. Guilt crashed through Naruto.
Sasuke had killed for him, and now would have to live with that for the rest of his life. No matter what Sasuke's family's past was, he should never have been exposed to this sort of situation. And it was all Naruto's fault.
On top of that, there was the body of a very prominent citizen dead at Sasuke's feet. There would be no way to simply cover up this death by hiding the body. The hotel was crawling with people and security. There was a good chance that Orochimaru had already been seen going into Naruto's room. Plus, people would notice that Orochimaru had disappeared in the middle of an event he was running. If Sasuke were found out to have killed Orochimaru in the hotel room of his gay lover... his career would be over, even if he never went to jail. Used to dealing with violence and blood, Naruto simply focused on how to stage the crime scene to minimize collateral damage. Specifically, Sasuke's career. It was everything Naruto had feared would happen if he ever let himself get involved with someone. He should have left when Shisui had arrived. But Naruto had been selfish, wanting to have one more week with Sasuke before he left with Gaara.
And he may just have ruined the man's life because of it.
But this wasn't the time to wallow in regrets. Someone could have heard Orochimaru's shout and called hotel security. Luckily the gun had had a silencer, so it would be unlikely that the police would have been called at this point. Naruto walked up to Sasuke, whose expressionless gaze was still locked on the body bleeding excessively into the expensive carpet of the hotel room floor.
"Sasuke. I'm so sorry," Naruto whispered, brushing his hand almost lovingly through Sasuke's hair and down his back.
"What? Why are you -" Sasuke didn't get the opportunity to finish his words as Naruto brought his hand down hard on the side of Sasuke's neck, hitting a pressure point centered there and immediately rendering him unconscious.
Naruto caught him as he slumped and dragged him back, away from the body and blood. He laid him on the floor, far enough away from Orochimaru's body that they wouldn't disturb that crime scene. Naruto's mind was racing. He didn't have much time. He needed help.
He grabbed Sasuke's phone and cursed when he couldn't immediately find Shisui's contact information. He sent a text message to Itachi, praying the older man would understand and act immediately.
ITACHI – I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO MAKE DINNER. NOT FEELING WELL. IN MY ROOM. CAN YOU SEND SHISUI?
Naruto knew from screening Sasuke's e-mails that Sasuke hated all caps, and never used it. Itachi would realize that this note wasn't sent by Sasuke, and hopefully act quickly. He wasn't sure if Itachi would send Shisui, given that he had refused to acknowledge the other man's existence since their first encounter, but Naruto sincerely hoped he would.
Naruto realized that if anyone had heard the sharp cry followed by silence, they might become alarmed and call security if they hadn't already. The best way to prevent that was to pretend like nothing had happened. He could also use this to potentially firm up what he planned to use as his own alibi.
"Orochimaru! What the hell are you doing in my room! Get the fuck out of here or I'm going to call the police," Naruto shouted.
If anyone was in one of the nearby rooms, he needed it to seem that Orochimaru was still alive at the time that Sasuke sent the text. Whatever happened to himself, he was going to make damn sure Sasuke wasn't dragged into this.
Still wearing only a towel, Naruto gently lifted Sasuke and removed his blood spattered dinner jacket, then began unbuttoning his shirt. He had just finished when he heard the door to Sasuke's room open. He hadn't known that Shisui had a key, but was relieved that he did. It would save valuable time, and prevent contamination of Sasuke's room in case forensics decided to examine it later.
"In here!" Naruto called. "Watch your step."
Itachi opened the door and froze. From where he stood, all he could see was a mostly naked Naruto undressing his unconscious little brother, who appeared to be spattered with blood.
Naruto felt the temperature in the room drop by a thirty degrees, and quickly looked up to see sudden death waiting in Itachi's eyes.
"Whoa, Itachi, let me explain," Naruto said, using precious seconds to point over to the portion of the room that Itachi had not yet been able to see. Itachi said nothing, but stepped into the room further and saw the second body lying on the floor. Clearly dead.
"What. Happened." Itachi bit out.
Naruto had gone back to pulling off Sasuke's shirt, cursing when he realized that he had forgotten to unbutton the cuffs. "Orochimaru drugged my drink. I noticed it before I swallowed much of it, and came to my room to puke and shower. Orochimaru followed me. He came in and tried to shoot me, but I grabbed Sasuke's katana and killed him instead. Sasuke was feeling ill and had come to his room to lie down. He has a migraine and needs to rest. He might have taken a sleeping pill which made him groggy."
"Sasuke doesn't get migraines, and he doesn't take sleeping pills," Itachi bit out. His eyes followed Naruto's movements as he pulled off Sasuke's blood spattered shirt and put it on. Naruto then put on Sasuke's dinner jacket. They were similar in size, so the fact that Sasuke was very slightly taller and Naruto was slightly broader wasn't too obvious.
"He did tonight," Naruto said firmly, looking Itachi dead in the eye.
Itachi went to take another step into the room, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him
It was Shisui.
"Don't. You'll get blood on your shoes," Shisui said, already understanding where Naruto was going with this.
"I don't care about my shoes, Shi! Sasuke is -" Shisui had stilled at Itachi's use of his old nickname, but what had cut Itachi's comment off was that Naruto's hand had dropped to Sasuke's belt and was unbuckling it. Itachi growled, his voice absolutely lethal. "What the fuck to you think you're doing, Uzumaki?"
Naruto didn't bother to look up, knowing that every second counted. If the police or hotel security came in to see this, it would all be over. "Somehow when I killed Orochimaru, all of the blood sprayed onto Sasuke. I don't want the police to get the wrong idea. Sasuke was absolutely not involved in any way in the violent death of a prominent citizen his gay lover's hotel room. He was NOT in the room when it happened. You were in his room looking after him. Shisui heard shouting and knocked on my door to see what happened. He found me shot and called the police immediately."
Itachi's eyes lit with comprehension. If he hadn't been so overwhelmed with fear for his brother's safety, he would have caught on sooner.
"Dammit Orochimaru - this is the last time I'm going to say it. Get. The. Fuck. Out. Now!" Naruto shouted.
"Naruto's going to establish a time of death consistent with our arrival as an alibi for Sasuke in case anyone is in the adjoining rooms," Shisui murmured into Itachi's ear. "He has less than ten minutes, or the medical examiner will be able to find the discrepancy."
Itachi simply nodded, now fully on top of the situation. If there was any conflict in the assistant district attorney's mind about tampering with a crime scene to save his little brother, it was not evident. "Naruto - throw me the sheet from your bed," Itachi said as soon as Naruto had pulled on Sasuke's pants. Sasuke was now naked except for his boxers, but blood was still visible on his face and hands.
Naruto complied, and Itachi gently wrapped the sheet around his brother and lifted him, being careful to not step in any of the bloodied areas of the floor. "Get the shower running, Shi. We need to make him presentable. Naruto - how long before this 'sleeping pill' wears off?"
Sasuke groaned and shifted. "Any minute now. He might have a small bruise on the back of his neck. Perhaps he fell from the effects of the sleeping pill. Itachi - make sure he is completely clean. Get him dressed in another suit. All his clothes look basically the same, so hopefully no one will notice that he has changed. And whatever you do, do not let him talk to the police. He might be a little confused. I don't want him to get into trouble by making delusional claims that he killed Orochimaru while I was in the shower. Perjury is a crime, you know."
Itachi nodded. His gaze flicked to the sheathed katana.
"You need to unsheathe it," Itachi said. "And make it bloody."
"What?" Naruto asked, confused.
"Only someone deeply instilled in a sword art would clean their blade and re-sheath it after killing someone. You are not. It would be inconsistent with the story you are going with." With that, Itachi turned and carried his brother out of the room. Naruto grabbed the blade and drew it out, carefully sliding the cutting edge through the blood pooled around Orochimaru, careful to not disturb it noticeably. He then walked over to where Sasuke was standing when he killed Orochimaru and dropped the sword, his fingerprints now clear along the hilt.
He turned to Shisui, who had just come back in the room after turning on Sasuke's shower. "Shisui. I need a favor from you."
The man raised a brow as Itachi took Sasuke to the shower. "I need you to shoot me, then go outside my door and knock. Make sure you lock the adjoining door from your side."
Shisui nodded in understanding. Self-defense claims were much easier if you had visible wounds. The savagery of Orochimaru's death would require some explaining. Sasuke could have stopped at severing the wrist. The threat was ended. But he had allowed the strike to continue through to kill the man. The courts frowned at that, especially from someone with enough experience wielding a sword that they could have controlled the strike.
If a man were shot while trying to swing a sword, that would excuse a lot. Shisui calmly took a tissue from the box next to the bed, and picked up the gun that had fallen next to the body. He lifted it and aimed at Naruto.
"Ready?"
Naruto nodded.
Shisui fired.
-xXx-
to be continued...
Next chapter has Naruto meeting up with 'the ex', and Gaara meets Sasuke. I am freaking out I am so excited. It is mostly written. BriEva is my muse. Expect darkness.
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