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Chapter 16: And
Thus Begins the Vicious Circle of Jealousy
Naruto paced his apartment on June 15th as he waited for Sasuke’s plane to land and for him to
come back home. Every time his phone buzzed, he would jump in the air, but it
was never Sasuke. He knew Sasuke probably wouldn’t get back home until late
afternoon, but he still couldn’t sit still until that time.
He jumped nearly three feet in the air
at noon when his front door opened. Sasuke stuck his head around the door, and
Naruto started screaming before racing up to him and pulling him into a hug.
“I thought you told me your plane didn’t
even land until five!” Naruto shouted, still not letting go of Sasuke.
“I wanted to surprise you,” Sasuke
answered. “Naruto, let go a little. I think I just heard one of my ribs crack.”
Naruto released him from the hug and
pulled him into a deep kiss. When he released Sasuke, he was startled to see
Itachi standing just beyond his doorway. Itachi’s smile widened when he
realized Naruto’s eyes were on his.
“Sorry,
Naru-kun.”
Itachi’s voice would send chills down even a polar bear’s spine. “My brother
would be wise to unpack his suitcases. Don’t mind if I steal him for a few
minutes.”
Naruto’s heart clenched as he watched Sasuke
turn around. The past two weeks had been so miserable; he didn’t think he could
stand another second without him. “Ano—! Itachi…” He froze when Itachi’s icy eyes met his own,
but, after imagining another moment without Sasuke, he was able to break free
from his slight paralyzation. “Itachi! Could I come
over and help Sasuke put his things away?”
Naruto felt very silly for a moment. Why
would he need Itachi’s permission, anyway? But, the way Itachi’s eyes had
frozen Naruto to the core… Itachi was dangerous, and Naruto would have to be
very careful around him.
Itachi’s expression changed. Naruto
could still sense his dangerous aura, but Itachi’s eyes had closed in a smile.
“Of course you can, Naruto. With both of you putting things away, it shouldn’t
take any time at all. And after it’s all away, why don’t we all go out to
dinner together?”
Naruto panicked. He remembered the last
times he went out to dinner with the elder Uchiha in tow. The atmosphere was
always tense and awkward. But if Naruto were to refuse the invitation…he was
afraid he would wake up the next morning with pieces missing.
However, before he had to make a
life-threatening decision, Sasuke jumped in. “Sorry, Itachi, but Naruto’s
friend Temari invited us to her place for dinner. She’s had this planned for
several days now, so it would be rude to say no.”
Itachi’s eyes narrowed a little, and the
muscle along his jaw twitched. “Well…if she’s had this planned out… But—tomorrow night. Tomorrow night, we will have dinner
together.”
Naruto and Sasuke gulped, both unable to
think of a way out of the second dinner invitation. Besides, if they were to
refuse that one as well, Itachi would begin to suspect something. Suddenly, an
idea struck Naruto. At the time, he wasn’t sure if it were
a good idea or a bad one, but the words were out of his mouth before he could
stop them.
“Instead of going out tomorrow night,
how about I cook dinner for the both of you here? I might not be a five-star
chef, but I’m not that bad, either!”
Sasuke stared at him as if unable to
believe how incredibly stupid the blond could be. Itachi
was at a loss for words for a moment, too, but finally spoke and broke the
thick silence.
“All right, Naruto. That sounds great.
We’ll be here tomorrow night, then.”
With a swish of his floor-length coat,
Itachi had disappeared into the adjacent apartment.
Pale and with teeth chattering, both
Naruto and Sasuke sank to the floor.
“I can’t believe you invited him over
for dinner,” Sasuke moaned. “And you’d better text Temari and make sure she doesn’t
have any plans for tonight. If we’re still here, Itachi would cook us for dinner!”
Naruto pulled his cell out of his pocket
to text the blonde girl, but at that moment it rang in
his hand. He jumped and seemed confused when he saw Temari’s name on the caller
ID. “Moshi moshi, Temari…”
“Naruto!” she roared. “Naruto!
I know you said Sasuke’s plane was landing today, but did you want to have that
dinner tonight? I sent Kankuro out to buy groceries, and he bought more fish
than we can eat in one night.”
“Temari,” Naruto wheezed,
his voice only a step above a whisper. “Temari, you are a goddess among angels…
Sasuke just got here, and we’re starving. Can we come over as soon as he’s
finished unpacking?”
“Sure. I think I’ll invite Neji,
Shikamaru, Kiba, and Hinata over, too. Seriously.
Never have Kankuro get your groceries. There’s enough fish to feed a large
army. I have no idea how he was able to carry all of this
home.”
Naruto laughed. “It sounds like a party!
We’ll be there in an hour or so.”
Naruto hung up his phone and pulled
Sasuke into a tight hug. “We’re saved! We’re saved by the
girl with the quadra-pigtails! Come on, let’s go get your stuff unpacked! The faster we finish,
the faster we can get out of this apartment complex…”
-
It didn’t take long for the pair to
empty Sasuke’s suitcases, especially with the thought of Itachi lurking in the
room next door. Deciding to wait until the next day to start the laundry,
Sasuke merely threw his dirty clothes into piles beside his door while Naruto
put the toiletries back in the bathroom.
“Let me grab a quick shower before we
leave,” Sasuke said as he shoved the now empty suitcases under his bed. “I
didn’t have time to get one before I jumped on the plane this morning, and my
hair feels naked without product.”
Naruto dragged his lips lightly across Sasuke’s. “You sure you don’t want me to join you?” he
invited with a wink.
The room dropped several degrees when
Itachi sidled into his little brother’s bedroom. “Naru-kun, I have a favor to
ask of you.”
Exchanging frightened glances with
Sasuke, he knew he couldn’t refuse a “favor” of Itachi’s. “Uh… Wha—What is it?”
Because of the high-collared coat Itachi
was wearing, Naruto couldn’t tell the elder Uchiha’s exact expression, but he
could imagine the smirk steadily widening. “Don’t act so frightened, Naru-kun.
I won’t bite. But…I need your opinion on something.”
Naruto mouthed
“I’ll be fine” back to Sasuke as he was practically dragged from the room.
Even though Naruto’s apartment had the
same layout as the Uchiha’s, he felt as if he had entered an entirely new
dimension when he was dragged into Itachi’s bedroom.
Naruto tried to convince himself that the anxious feeling he got was because he
used this room as a storage area and that he never entered this room in his apartment,
but deep inside, past where he could convince himself, he knew that the general
aura of this room held the same icy
expression as Itachi’s eyes.
Once he had managed to brace himself
against the ominous aura of the room, he took the time to look around and
notice the décor Itachi chose to surround himself in.
Dark curtains hung heavily over the windows, and everything seemed painted
black until Itachi switched on his bedside lamp. There was a large canopy bed
in the dead center of the room, taking up much of the limited space. Not
knowing much about fabrics, even Naruto could tell that the dark colored sheets
and the surrounding black canopy were worth more than all the furniture in his
house combined.
The carpets within all the apartments
were a dull grey color, but Itachi’s seemed even darker with the curtains
blocking out all natural light and with an opaque lampshade obscuring the one
light source in the room. The walls were painted a deep blood red—the same
color as Itachi’s eyes when he grew angry; the doors to the closet and the
bathroom were painted a deep black—the shade of Itachi’s eyes when he didn’t
want anyone to know he was angry.
(Author’s Note: The set up of the
apartment is a little odd, so I just want to clear up a little confusion. It’s
a two bedroom two bathroom set up. Itachi’s/Naruto’s
storage space bathroom entrance is in his room. However, Sasuke’s/Naruto’s
bathroom entrance is out in the hallway, such that Sasuke’s/Naruto’s bedroom is
nestled between the two bathrooms but without a direct access to either.)
Itachi led Naruto to a large oak desk
that took up the wall opposite his bed. He waited until he heard the water
running in Sasuke’s bathroom before finally enlightening Naruto why he had
brought him in here.
“This is where I do all of my work.”
Itachi gestured to the stacks of handwritten pages scattered across his desk.
“I’m sure Sasuke’s told you that I’m a playwright and that I’ve written the
original plays for both Insomniac’s Dream
and The Seven Suns.”
Naruto nodded, knowing he had heard this
information before. It hid him suddenly, however, when he realized he had never
heard it directly from Sasuke’s lips but from Gaara’s.
A smile pulled once more at Itachi’s
lips, correctly guessing from Naruto’s expression that Sasuke hadn’t told him.
“But then again, my brother does like to keep things a secret. Hm… I
wonder what else my brother has been keeping secret from you?”
Naruto tensed, not sure what Itachi
would gain from provoking him like this. He recalled the article from Hiroto’s Progress as well as the
Wikipedia page he had scanned and realized that nearly all of the information
he had read had been new news. But…that worked with him and Sasuke and their
relationship…didn’t it?
“He tells me enough,” Naruto countered.
He felt himself growing frustrated with Itachi…and also
with himself. He had always told himself that he wouldn’t pry into Sasuke’s
life and that he would wait until Sasuke was ready to tell him what he should
know…but what if Sasuke were one of those people who only answered the
questions asked? Would it be okay for him to ask these
unanswered questions after they had been unasked this whole time? Then again,
he couldn’t learn everything about his boyfriend’s life from tabloids and
Wikipedia…
“I’m sure he does.” Itachi watched
Naruto squirm under his gaze. The blond was exactly
where he wanted him—and he had no idea!
What a stupid brat! He waited a few more moments, savoring Naruto’s expressions
and memorizing them. “Naru-kun… You’ve seen Insomniac’s
Dream, correct?”
Naruto snapped out of his reverie and
nodded lifelessly. “I saw it the day you moved in.”
“What did you think about it?”
Naruto could feel his heart grinding to
a stop. All relationships with the lead actor aside, the original writer of the film was asking him for his opinion! How was
he supposed to take this? And there was no way he could answer truthfully. Even
before he had seen Sasuke in the flesh, he had been staring at his
cinematically beautiful body for the entirety of the movie. To this day, he
still had no idea what the actual plot was…
But he had to say something—and fast!
Itachi’s gaze was piercing through his skin, and Naruto wasn’t entirely sure,
but he had an eerie feeling that Itachi could read his thoughts. “It—It was… It was good.”
“Good?” Itachi repeated. “Naru-kun, you
never cease to amaze me with your eloquence.” Before Naruto could retaliate,
Itachi thrust a thick sheaf of papers into his arms. “Naru-kun, I want to ask
you a favor. I want you to read the original play and tell me how it compares
to the movie.”
“Oh.” Naruto narrowed his eyes at the
abnormally thick stack of papers. Thinking back, he couldn’t remember ever
having read something this thick—not even the books he was
assigned for classes! And he was expected to
read through this and analyze it against a movie he only vaguely remembered? And then what? Write a book report?
…Was there a chance he could refuse?
Probably not. With a glance
at Itachi’s expression, make that a “definitely no.”
“Don’t feel like there’s a deadline or
anything, but remember that I’m anxiously awaiting your opinion.” Itachi’s
voice was dangerously low, and Naruto felt the sudden primal urge to crawl into
a hole in the ground.
The water in the bathroom shut off, and
a few minutes later, Sasuke stalked into the room, wrapped only in a towel. “Naruto. You’re still here.”
Itachi answered for Naruto. “I’m sorry,
little brother. The time escaped us, and I kept him in here longer than I meant
to.”
Sasuke eyed the copy of Insomniac’s Dream held tentatively in
Naruto’s arms. “Itachi, you shouldn’t bother Naruto with your plays. He doesn’t
have time to read that.”
Itachi waved his hand exasperatedly. “Nonsense, nonsense. He’s on summer vacation, right? He has all the time in the world!”
“He does have his part time job,” Sasuke
retaliated.
“Well, it’s not like I’m giving him a
deadline.” Itachi’s eyes flashed red. “Now… Isn’t there somewhere the two of
you were supposed to be?”
Naruto glanced at the time on his cell
phone. “Oh God! I told Temari we’d be there in fifteen
minutes! She’s going to pitch a bitch fit if we’re late!”
Sasuke sighed. “I’ll be dressed in no
less than a minute, and we can get going. Itachi, can you call someone? I don’t
even know who’s on your do and don’t do list at the moment.
And have whoever it is bring a car.” He latched onto
Naruto’s wrist and dragged him from the room and into his own.
The black-haired teen was even more
silent than usual as Zetsu drove the pair to Gaara, Temari, and Kankuro’s
apartment. The walk to their apartment would have only been ten minutes, but
that would have taken long enough for Temari to flay them alive. Zetsu opted to
wait for them in the car, and the pair entered the apartment with less than
thirty seconds to spare.
“Sasuke!” Temari shouted.
“Naruto! I’m so glad you two made it on time!”
Naruto noticed a half empty bottle of
wine on the counter and rolled his eyes. “Getting drunk this early in the day,
are we, Temari?” he snorted. “Honestly. Just because you’re twenty-one doesn’t
mean you can get this wasted at four in the afternoon.”
“It’s five o’clock somewhere!” she
shouted, her face growing rosier by the moment.
Gaara entered the room and first eyed
the wine bottle and then his tipsy sister. “Careful, Temari,” he snarled. “If
you’re not careful, you’re going to end up on the streets same as our alcoholic
father.”
Temari rolled her eyes. “You Gaara too
much, worry!”
The insomniac sighed. “I guess I’m going
to cook dinner. Temari, go sit down.” He eyed Naruto’s
arms and pointed. “What’s that?”
Naruto jumped, realizing that he had
been carrying the script for Insomniac’s
Dream all this time. “Oh… It’s—”
Without waiting for Naruto to finish, he
removed the heavy script from Naruto’s arms. After leafing through the pages,
his nose wrinkled in disgust. “Itachi gave this to you? Figures he’d need an
ego boost after writing such a shitty play as this. Honestly, how many people
did he have to sleep with to convince them to turn this piece of shit into a
movie?”
“You didn’t like it?” Sasuke asked
curiously. After having been silent all this time, Naruto noticed with morbid
satisfaction that Sasuke’s mood picked up with Gaara’s bashing of his brother.
Gaara smirked, also noticing the change
in Sasuke’s mood. “I saw the play performed by a band of professional thespians,
and even their genius couldn’t keep this play from being a flop. And you
definitely couldn’t blame it on the acting—not with how many awards were pinned
to their jerkins. No, it was the writing. The writing was godawful.”
Naruto’s stomach rumbled,
and he noticed with disdain that no one was cooking dinner. Skirting around his
boyfriend and best friend, he made his way to the fridge and opened it. With a sweatdrop, he realized why Temari needed so many people
over as he began to pull out pound after pound and placing the fish on the
island.
“Temari!” he called into the adjacent
living room. “Temari, what were you planning to do with all this fish? Were you
going to smoke it, or what?”
“I thought we were having sushi!” Hinata
called back from the other room.
Naruto poked his head into the living
room and saw Temari, Kankuro, Hinata, Kiba, Neji, and Shikamaru were sprawled out on the furniture. “Oh! I didn’t know
everyone was here already. Okay! Sushi it is! Temari, do you have seaweed
wraps?”
Temari shrugged. “Kankuro, did you buy
seaweed wraps when you were out buying every fish in the sea?”
Kankuro shook his head. “No. I got fish,
wine, and rice. You didn’t say anything about seaweed.” He picked up his voice
as he called, “Gaara! Do we have any seaweed wraps anywhere?”
“No,” Gaara called back. “We haven’t had
sushi in nearly two years.”
Naruto sighed. “Well, we can’t have
sushi without seaweed. Unless we have nigiri. But
that’s boring. Kankuro, you didn’t get any vegetables?”
“I think we have…a carrot,” Temari
answered.
“Well, fuck this,” Gaara grumbled. “Come
on, Naruto. We’ve got some shopping to do.”
The front door closed behind Gaara,
Naruto, and Sasuke. Hinata stared for a while. “I wonder what crawled into his
panties and died.”
“Gaara’s just being his regular grumpy
self,” Temari answered with a loud laugh.
“No, not Gaara,” Hinata answered. “I was
talking about Sasuke…”
-
Sasuke wouldn’t allow Zetsu to drive
them to the store, so he ended up following them on foot, figuring that driving
behind Sasuke at two miles an hour down a one way street
would cause more issues than it would solve.
Upon reaching the grocery store, Naruto
immediately headed to the back for the seaweed wraps before detouring back to
the vegetables and grabbing several cucumbers, radishes, and carrots. He felt
awkward with Sasuke and Gaara and Zetsu following him
without saying a word.
Trying to spark some conversation, he
turned around and said, “I guess I should grab some stuff for tomorrow night’s
dinner, too. What does Itachi like to eat?”
Apparently, he asked at the wrong time.
“Fuck if I know,” Sasuke snarled, his eyes turning the same shade of red
Itachi’s turned when he was angry.
“Why are you cooking for Itachi?” Gaara
asked incredulously.
“Long story,” Naruto answered, “but it involved me keeping my balls connected to my body.”
“Gaara, you should come to the dinner
tomorrow night.”
Naruto knew he shouldn’t feel jealous,
but he did.
Why would Sasuke invite Gaara? It’s not like they were particularly close…but maybe they were? Without
Naruto noticing, had Sasuke gotten close to Gaara?
Wait—! Shouldn’t Naruto be happy for
Sasuke? All fame and fortune aside, Sasuke was “the new kid in town,” and while
they were out for the summer, it would, in theory, be
harder for Sasuke to be making new friends in this new city. Especially since
Sasuke was gone most of the time with filming and photo shoots.
Or maybe the most obvious reason for
inviting Gaara to the dinner would be to put an extra buffer between themselves
and Itachi. With more people over, perhaps Itachi wouldn’t spend the entire
evening boring holes into Sasuke and Naruto’s sanity.
Swallowing hard, Naruto realized he was
reading way too deeply into things. “Gaara, you love tempura, right? We’ll have
that tomorrow night. With miso soup. Eto… The miso broth is on aisle three, I think…”
By the time
they made it back to the apartment, both Gaara and Sasuke’s moods had picked
up. They weren’t quite back to their usual sullen selves, but they had
definitely bounced back from murderous. Sasuke even volunteered to help Naruto
make the rice and cutting the vegetables. The others eventually wandered into
the kitchen and helped with rolling their own preferences of sushi and nigiri.
When they were finally stuffed, Temari
was still eyeing the leftover fish warily. “Maybe I should have invited Choji,”
she mused.
“I don’t think even Choji could have
helped us finish this!” Naruto answered with a laugh. “Seriously,
Kankuro! Didn’t you realize something was up when they rang up all the
fish? How much did you pay for all of this?”
“A little over 95,000 Yen,” Kankuro
answered nonchalantly. (A/N: 95,000 Yen = roughly a little under $1,000.
Goodness, Kankuro!)
Temari’s jaw dropped. “You spent that
much on food?! Are you insane?!”
Kankuro shrugged. “I told you I’ve never
been grocery shopping before…”
“I—I’ll take some of the fish home,”
Hinata spoke up.
“I will, too,” Kiba added. “Akamaru
loves fish!”
“Sora!” Naruto shouted.
“I’ll bring some home for Sora!”
“Thank you, everyone,” Temari answered
with a smile. “Seriously. I don’t even know how all of
this fish fit in the refrigerator. And it was really good, so it would be a
shame to freeze it…”
-
Naruto woke up the next morning with
something of a headache. He felt like he had been worrying about something the
previous day, but he couldn’t remember what it was. Something
with Sasuke…? Maybe?
He glanced to his left and saw the
picture of them kissing from the magazine. With a glance at little Naruto, who
had apparently woken up a lot sooner than he had, he began to wonder if there
could be a way to casually ask Sasuke to stay the night without having Itachi
or Gaara feel that the offer was extended to them as well…
He realized that he had been upset the
previous night when he had entered his apartment alone. Sasuke had said he
needed to do nearly five loads of laundry and that he really needed to get some
sleep, that he hadn’t slept well the night before. Naruto accepted these
excuses, but for some reason, he really couldn’t shake this strange feeling he
was having.
Thinking back over the previous day, he
realized that these strange feelings had started up since his talk with Itachi.
Itachi—
Kisame’s warnings echoed through
Naruto’s mind, and flashes of the shark brought to tears after the break-up
whipped through his mind. Itachi was dangerous. And whatever Itachi was
planning, Naruto had somehow already been swept up in
it.
Well, he wasn’t going to fall victim to
Itachi! If Itachi had started these feelings of jealousy or mistrust or
whatever it was, Naruto was just going to ignore them! He loved Sasuke. Wasn’t that all that mattered?
He decided to call the one person who
would know the answer.
Kisame had just
climbed out of the shower and was toweling dry his blue hair when he heard his
cell phone ring.
He glanced at the caller ID and was surprised to see Naruto’s name. “Moshi moshi. Naruto, what’s wrong?”
“Moshi moshi,” Naruto answered.
“What did Itachi do this time?” Kisame
asked before Naruto had a chance to explain the situation.
“Eto… Well, he said a few things about me and Sasuke yesterday…and it made me think a little.
Kisame, I really don’t know much about Sasuke’s personal life. Is he… Do you think he’s hiding something from me?”
Kisame laugh was deep and sounded even
deeper over the phone. “He’s got you by the balls, Naruto. Listen, everyone has
secrets. I’m sure you’re keeping some stuff from Sasuke, ne?
Sometimes, you just can’t remember to tell everyone everything. And some people
really just don’t like talking about themselves. Listen, with Sasuke…it will take some time before he trusts you and tells
you everything. He doesn’t want to be a part of it, so he doesn’t want to tell
you about it.”
“Tell me about what?”
“You know… Everything.
The whole reason he’s in this business to begin with. Itachi’s held him by the
throat his whole life, so now that he’s with you… You’re probably the first
choice he’s made without Itachi’s influence, so he’s
trying to start over. He wants to forget everything from his past and start
over.”
“But—But that doesn’t make any sense!
Your past actions dictate who you are today! You can try to start over all you want,
but you can’t forget your past…!”
Kisame laughed once more. “Still so
young… Listen, chibi, just bear with Sasuke through
all this. It should all make sense in the end.”
“But, I don’t want to wait… I hate
waiting.”
“Whatever, chibi. But, I’m going to be late for work. Ja ne!”
Naruto stuck his tongue out at the
disconnected phone. “Fat load of help that did. Baka
Kisame…” He glanced sadly at the picture on his wall once more. It felt like so
long ago that he and Sasuke were making their debut as a new couple. It felt so
exhilarating and exciting.
When was the last time they had been on
a date, even?
“Oh, stop that, Naruto!” he scolded
himself. “You know Sasuke’s hard pressed to find a time for dating! And me, too,
with all the work I’ve been doing!” He looked up, startled, when he realized
someone was standing against his doorframe.
“Have you been reduced to talking to
yourself now, dobe?” Sasuke asked with a smirk.
Having been terrified for a moment that
Itachi was in his house, Naruto calmed down considerably when he realized it
was Sasuke. “What’s it to ya?” he responded jokingly.
Sasuke moved fluidly toward Naruto. “It
means a lot to me, dobe. I’m sorry I was so cold to you yesterday. I get like
that when I haven’t had much sleep.”
Naruto shook his head. “I didn’t notice
anything.”
With a roll of his eyes, Sasuke gave Naruto
a glimpse of one of his rare smiles he saved specifically for his blond Adonis.
“You don’t have to lie to me, dobe. I was acting like a complete bitch. But,
coupled with two solid weeks of filming and running off of very little sleep,
there was also the incident with Itachi…”
Naruto hung his head, suddenly feeling
guilty. “Yeah… Itachi threw me for a loop, too. I didn’t feel myself after
talking with him, either.”
Sasuke took Naruto’s hand in his own. “Naruto,
even if you forget everything else, all you need to remember is that I love you
with all of my being. Just remember that, and we can get through anything
Itachi throws our way.”
-
The
more I listen to modern rap, the more I realize their profanity has nothing on
the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Seriously. “Sir Psycho
Sexy” is porn. You can’t top that. Except for maybe “Apache
Rose Peacock.” Goodness gracious, Mr. Anthony Kiedis. (In addition to nearly 70% of their early
songs including at least one or two lines of good ol’
porn, Red Hot Chili Peppers is my second favorite band, after Placebo.)
The
boyfriend’s due here in eight days! Haha, I know all of you are just as excited
as I am!! :)
No abnormally long story this time, but
maybe next time!
:)
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