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Insomniac's Dream	By : ilikeyoursocks Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1280 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 16
- 17
- 18
AAAAHHHHH!!!! It�s been a
year since I�ve updated!!! I�m so sorry!!!! During that time, I�ve had many a
hate letter. I�m sorry!! :( In other news, I�m now a published author. I know
that doesn�t make up for my year of absence, and for that, I apologize with my
entirety. I hope you�ve stuck with me this long, and
I hope you�ll continue sticking with me until I complete this story.

Also,
I�ve added a little one-shot called Saturday
Morning Peaches under my penname on AFF to keep you
tided over until the next chapter.

Thanks
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chapter. I might have messed up somewhere, though, and if I did, I�m sorry.
I�ll try to be more consistent.), Ayuri (I love
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Chapter 17:
Secret Notes

Sasuke had retreated back into his
apartment to start another load of laundry, and Naruto decided this would be a
good time to sit down and start reading the play version of Insomniac�s Dream. That way, if all
other conversation failed at dinner that evening, he would always have the play
to fall back on.
But he had never analyzed a play before!
What was he supposed to say? Usually, after he would watch a movie, he would
say, �I liked this scene because it was funny,� but was that an appropriate way
to judge a play? And to the murderous playwright no less!
�What am I going to dooooo?�
The blond began tapping his head against the wall in an effort to call ideas
into his muddled brain, but all it brought on was a headache. Giving up on head
banging, he took the script with him into his living room. When he sat down on
the couch, Sora jumped into his lap to take a nap.
The play started off slowly, and it
didn�t pick up much after that. Naruto hadn�t had much exposure to plays
outside of traditional Shakespeare, and he had fallen asleep in the middle of
the class reading of Romeo and Juliet.
He preferred modern day literature, especially mysteries and paperbacks he
could read in a day.
�Well� I suppose this would constitute as modern day literature,� Naruto
mused. �Maybe it won�t be so bad later on. After all, it was turned into a movie��
He moved past the first scene, and
Sasuke�s character was introduced. He had forced himself to keep reading by
imagining the characters from the movie were speaking. However, he had to stop
and take a break every few lines once he started imagining Sasuke.
�Well, this is getting me nowhere,� he
growled.
Sora glanced up at him, her large blue
eyes shining. �Meow,� she replied before jumping off his lap in search of her
litter box.
Remembering the fish he had brought home
from Temari�s, he made his way into the kitchen to make a snack for himself and
Sora. He tossed some olive oil into a pan before throwing several slices into
it, letting it cook for a few minutes on both sides. Sora smelled the fish
cooking and padded her way into the kitchen, hopping up onto the counter to get
a better look.
After finishing his snack, Naruto
resigned himself to reading more of the play. Deciding to spice it up a little,
however, he chose to create his own one-man show.
�Nanako!� he bellowed as he read
Hatori�s lines�Sasuke�s character. �Nanako, my love!
I�ve been watching you sleep! Your face is still as harmless as a baby bird in
springtime!� Naruto wrinkled his nose. �Well, I guess it doesn�t get any better
when you read it aloud.�
And then it hit Naruto, and things began
falling into place. As he had been reading, he really couldn�t imagine Sasuke
as Hatori, yet he had been cast for the role. Itachi, being the writer of the
original play, must have obviously had some influence over the cast�but why
would he cast Sasuke? Naruto had heard Itachi was Sasuke�s manager. Did Itachi
just want extra revenue from the movie?
Or did Itachi purposely cast someone
with the opposite personality of Hatori? But then�why Sasuke?
�Aaarghh! This doesn�t make any sense!� Naruto
began running in circles around his couch, and Sora jumped up from her bed and
followed him.
.
Dinnertime came a lot faster than Naruto
had expected. The hours had dragged on early in the morning as he trudged
through terribly written line after terribly written line. Halfway through the
second scene, he had finally given up making any more headway and had turned on
the television. After sitting through more cartoons than he realized, there was
a heavy knock on the door.
Every nerve in his body stood on end.
Adrenaline was coursing through his system, yet he couldn�t move. Was it Itachi
on the other side of that door? Was he here to reprimand Naruto for watching
cartoons instead of reading the script?
Slowly, slowly, Naruto made his way
across the living room. Halfway to the door, there was another knock, and
Naruto picked up his pace. Bracing himself, he threw open the door.
Gaara held up a plate covered in
tinfoil. �Temari went crazy after everyone left and made three batches of
brownies.�
Naruto had forgotten that Sasuke had
invited Gaara to the dinner. Simultaneously, he felt the pangs of jealousy that
had plagued him the day before as well as a deep swell of relief that Itachi
was not over yet.
�Thanks for the brownies,� he said with
a smile, bringing the plate into the kitchen. �I guess I should get started
cooking. Want to help with the tempura?�
Gaara shrugged. �I suppose,� he answered, �but are you sure you don�t want to change
before Itachi gets here?�
Naruto glanced down and realized he had
been walking around all day in just a pair of boxers. Gaara watched him, his
heavily lined, sea foam green eyes smirking. He gestured to his black skinny
jeans and white T-shirt. �Clothes, Naruto,� he mocked, �are generally worn in
the company of others. And while I don�t mind you walking around naked, I�m
sure others do.�
Sticking out his tongue, Naruto retreated
into his bedroom before pulling on a pair of ripped blue jeans and a red
T-shirt. �Better?� he asked, coming back into the living room.
Gaara was staring at the television.
�Isn�t this show for children between ages four and
six?�
�And so what if it is?�
His eyes drifted from the television to
the open script on the coffee table. �You started reading this?�
Naruto nodded. �Yeah.
You were right. It�s awful.�
Laughing, Gaara retreated into the
kitchen. �Don�t say I didn�t warn you. Here, I�ll start the rice, and you pull
out the stuff for the tempura.�
The next knock sounded nearly thirty
minutes after Gaara arrived and made Naruto literally jump in surprise. Wiping
sesame oil from his hands, he was practically shaking as he opened the door.
Itachi loomed just past the doorway,
dressed in his traditional black coat with red clouds, the collar pulled up so
his expressions remained a mystery. Sasuke stood scowling beside him in blue
jeans and a tight fitting pale yellow shirt. Naruto waved for them to come in,
not trusting himself to speak in the presence of Itachi.
Itachi�s eyes narrowed when he saw
Gaara. The last time they had met hadn�t been very pleasant. �I didn�t know you
had invited anyone else, Naruto.� Itachi�s voice remained smooth, but there was
definitely an undertone of malice.
�He didn�t,� Sasuke cut in. �I invited
Gaara.�
Naruto expected Itachi�s eyes to narrow
further, but they didn�t. His face turned blank, and it was impossible to read
any sort of expression. He turned instead to Naruto, choosing to completely
ignore Gaara. �So, Master Chef, what are we having this evening?�
�Tempura!� Naruto shouted
gleefully. He had taste-tested some shrimp and a carrot and was proud of his
work. �I�ve set the table already, so please, sit. I�ll bring in the tempura in
a minute.�
Sasuke noticed the dining room table
situated awkwardly between the kitchen and living room. �Naruto,
am I going crazy, or has this table been here the whole time?�
The blond laughed, bringing the tray of
shrimp and vegetables to the table. Gaara followed him, carrying a tray of a
wide variety of sauces. �This table�s been in my storage room. I usually eat at
the counter or on the couch, so I have no need for it except for special
occasions.� He grew silent as he watched the others use their chopsticks to
grab at the meal. He held his breath and waited for a response.
�This is delicious!� Sasuke proclaimed,
surprised. Usually, Naruto cooked quick and easy meals, and he was surprised
the blond had this much culinary talent.
Naruto felt his smile spread across his
face. �Really? Thank you! I worked really hard!�
�It�s good,� Itachi added.
�The mess will be the hard thing to
clean up,� chuckled Gaara. �There�s oil and flour
coating the walls, floors, and counters. Yet somehow, the stove is practically
spotless.�
Around a mouthful of shrimp, Naruto
said, �Oh, yeah, no one go in the kitchen until I clean it.�
The remainder of the meal consisted
mostly of Naruto babbling about this and that while the other three quietly ate
their meal. When they finished eating, Naruto was still talking as he carried
the dishes back into the kitchen. Sasuke followed, bringing in the dishes that
Naruto couldn�t carry, but he nearly dropped them when he saw the mess.
�Naruto!� he gasped, not sure where to
set the dishes. �This place is a mess!�
The blond scowled. �Have you ever made
tempura? It�s fucking hard!� He took the dishes from Sasuke and pushed him from
the room. �You�re my guest tonight. Go relax! I�ll clean.�
�It�ll take you days to clean that mess,� Gaara called from the couch, switching on
the television.
Naruto tugged a pair of blue gloves
halfway to his elbow before letting them snap back. �So you think! I�ve cleaned
bigger messes than this in an hour!� But inside, he was crying. There was
nothing more frustrating to clean from surfaces than flour. He pulled out a
sponge and disinfectant and started cleaning the walls first.
About twenty minutes later, Naruto felt
the small hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. A shudder raced down his
back before he could stop it. When he turned around, his mouth went dry when he
found himself face to face with Itachi. Seeming not to notice Naruto�s panic,
Itachi pointed at the floor and simply asked, �Where do you keep your mop?�
�Ah! You don�t have to help me clean,�
said Naruto. �It�s my kitchen, so I should clean it.�
Itachi shook his head. �No, I will help
you clean. Besides, there�s something I want to talk to you about��
Naruto�s heart stopped for a second and
seemed unwilling to start back up again. Hand shaking, he pointed to a closet
in the corner. �I�In there,� he stuttered. What could
Itachi possibly want to talk to him about? Perhaps the play?
His mind went blank, and he suddenly couldn�t remember a word he had read.
Panicking, he went back to scrubbing the dishes, hoping against hope he�d
remember something�especially
something he liked about the play.
Hair on end, Naruto realized how close
Itachi was standing behind him. He pulled the drain stop on the side of the
sink Naruto wasn�t using and filled it with warm water. Does he have to stand that close? Naruto wondered, bracing himself
against the chills that threatened to tear down his back.
�Where do you keep your floor cleaner?�
Itachi whispered into Naruto�s ear once the sink had been filled.
Mortified, Naruto realized he had stood
there, completely frozen, while Itachi had his way with terrifying the poor
blond. �I�I�ll go get it,� he squeaked. He ducked out from Itachi�s presence
and practically ran to his laundry room. As he reached for the floor cleaner
stored above the washer and dryer, he noticed Sora curled up tightly next to
the dryer. She gazed at him with blue eyes, gray tail flicking rhythmically,
before letting out a small mew.
Kneeling down, Naruto looked worriedly
at his kitten. �What�s wrong, Sora?� He glanced toward the kitchen where he
knew Itachi was waiting. �It�s okay,� he mouthed, too terrified even to
whisper. �He�ll be gone soon. Don�t worry.�
Naruto added a generous amount of floor
cleaner to the sink of warm water, and Itachi began to mop the floor as Naruto
continued with the dishes.
�So, I read part of the play,� Naruto
began shakily. �I finished the first act, and so far, there are quite a few
differences between it and the movie.�
Itachi rinsed out the mop. When he
didn�t say anything for nearly a minute, Naruto was petrified. Perhaps he
didn�t want to hear how the play compared to the movie? But what was he
supposed to talk about? He had never analyzed literature outside of class, and
he wasn�t very good at it.
Finally, he spoke. �Naruto, I want to
talk about Sasuke.� His words were like a bucket of ice water poured over his
head, running down his back. �I appreciate that you two have become such good
friends since we moved, but I should warn you not to get too attached to him.
It�s hard being the boyfriend of someone who travels so much as part of his
job. Eventually he�ll get bored of you, and it�s not that hard to cheat if he
gets a hotel room to himself away from his lover for weeks at a time��
�What are you talking about?�
Naruto glanced up at Sasuke, who was
standing in the doorway, seething. Never before had he seen such a look of
acrimony in the brunette�s dark eyes.
Itachi�s face was mostly obscured by his
coat, but Naruto could practically feel his ice cold smile. �I�m writing a new
play, little brother, and wanted Naruto�s opinion. What do you think? An unsatisfied lover taking advantage of his traveling job?�
�It�s an overdone story.� Gaara leaned
casually against the wall, his eyes trying to pierce through Itachi�s thick
armor. �But I don�t think the lover would have cheated in the first place,
regardless of fancy hotel rooms and long vacations. He�s not that kind of guy.�
�Then perhaps an affair when he�s home?�
Itachi sneered. �I think someone very close to him would gladly snatch him
away.�
�Not if the couple is still together!�
Gaara hissed.
Silence broke through the kitchen, and
Itachi�s eyes slowly slid closed, the mind behind them thinking, formulating a
new plan. �Of course. Perhaps there is much more work
to be done than I had initially anticipated. It�s only in the first act, but I
think��
Itachi broke off, realizing he was
speaking aloud. He handed the mop off to Gaara and said to Naruto, �I do
apologize, but there�s much work to be done. I will take my leave now. Thank
you for dinner and an enjoyable evening.�
The door shut, and Naruto sank to the
floor, tears stinging his eyes, his heart racing. Sora peeked cautiously out of
the laundry room before dashing into Naruto�s lap, curling into a tight ball.
Sasuke felt his hand curl into a fist.
He was shaking with rage at the words Itachi had spoken. Why was he always
trying to tear him away from those he loved�?
The brunette stepped forward and sank to
his knees in front of Naruto. He placed his hands on the blond�s
shoulders and leaned in until their foreheads touched. �Please don�t listen to
Itachi. He only said those things to hurt you.�
Naruto shook and brought Sora closer to
his body�but didn�t respond.
�Naruto, you know I love you, and I
would never hurt you.�
�I�I know��
But once the seed of jealousy and doubt
had been planted, what then but to wait for it to wither and die?
Sasuke�s hands tightened momentarily on
Naruto�s shoulders. �I�I need to come clean with you, though. There was a time
before�when I was like that. I dated men for no other reason than sex, and I
would cheat on them if I grew bored. But I�ve never loved anyone before like
I�ve loved you��
Shocked, Naruto couldn�t move, his breath caught in his throat. He had never thought of
Sasuke being with anyone else before because those thoughts inevitably moved
down the bitter path toward Orochimaru. How many men had touched his Sasuke before? He needed to know.
�Sasuke� How many boyfriends have you had before?�
Sasuke�s hands dropped to his side. �I�I
would consider�you to be my first boyfriend. I�ve only had flings before. And I
don�t know exactly how many.�
Did he really need to know?
�M�Maybe I should go.� Gaara quickly
grabbed his coat, mumbled a good bye, and dashed out the door, leaving behind
two boys with a huge speed bump in their relationship.
�Na�Naruto? Naruto, please�
What are you thinking?�
The blond was numb inside. He moved Sora
from his lap and stood up, his eyes locked on the kitchen floor. �I think�I
need some time to think. You can stay here. Just give me an hour or two.� He
moved to his bedroom, leaving Sasuke behind in the still messy kitchen.
Sasuke watched him exit the room, his
heart crumbling to pieces. He wondered if he had ever before seen Naruto
without a smile on his face.
.
Naruto lay on his back staring at the
ceiling, trying to make pictures out of the dimples in his ceiling tiles. He
tried to empty his mind, to push all the bad thoughts out of his brain and do a
reboot. He knew the past was the past, but this past� Sasuke had never said one
word about himself, and this was the first thing he had to hear directly from
his lips? It wasn�t fair!
But why wouldn�t the life of a model
contain loose relationships? He realized that wasn�t the part that bothered
him.
Then was it the fact that Sasuke hadn�t
told him about his ex-boyfriends? No, that wasn�t it, either, because Naruto
hadn�t told him about his ex-girlfriends. He hadn�t even told him about the two
weeks that he and Hinata dated�
So what was it? What was bothering him?
He couldn�t let Itachi�s poisonous words get to him�!
Jealousy?
Maybe it was the fear that one day�one
day Sasuke would cheat�
�IMPOSSIBLE!� he roared. He jumped up
onto his bed, rage chasing away Itachi�s venom. How could he have let Itachi
sway him as much as he had?
Leaping from his bed, he raced down the
hallway and grabbed Sasuke up in his arms, holding him tightly. He whispered
the brunette�s name over and over until his heart finally slowed. �I�m sorry. I
let Itachi��
�I should have told you sooner,� Sasuke
broke off. �I was really promiscuous. But I haven�t had a relationship for
nearly six months since my previous fling and you. And I promise that I would
never hurt you like the others��
�I know you would never hurt me,� Naruto
confessed. �And I think that even if you did, I would be too stubborn to let
you go.� He looked Sasuke straight in the eyes and said, �I will win you back!�
A soft smile grew on Sasuke�s lips.
�You�re too good to me. I don�t deserve you.�
�Even if you don�t deserve me, I
wouldn�t be with anyone else.�
.
Haku watched in shock and fear as three
men in black suits ripped through his apartment, tearing apart his furniture. Hearing
footsteps grow louder outside his door, he had jumped into the secret hidey
hole Zabuza had carved from the wall for moments such as these. What these men
were looking for, Haku had no idea, but he was sure they wouldn�t believe him.
All he knew was that he wanted to get out of here�far away from here.
After the apartment had been completely
shredded, the men left, but Haku didn�t dare take a sigh of relief. He had
known that one day Zabuza�s relations with the yakuza would get them in
trouble, but this was beyond trouble. Zabuza had sworn he hadn�t given out his
address, but someone had found them.
Nearly four hours later, he cautiously
crept from his hiding place and walked silently to the door. He gazed out the
peep hole and didn�t see anyone. Walking to the window, he was careful to keep
his form hidden as he looked out at the street below. Still not seeing any of
the men from before, Haku rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a garbage bag, and
began throwing any undamaged item he could find that he would need for the
getaway.
He paused, wondering for a moment if he
should leave now�leave Zabuza behind. Could love overcome running from the
yakuza?
There wasn�t time to decide. The front
door opened, and Haku instinctually threw his body under the bed. Recognizing
the footsteps immediately as Zabuza�s, he climbed back out from the bed and ran
toward his lover. Throwing his arms around Zabuza�s neck, he cried.
�What happened here?� Zabuza whispered.
Still crying, Haku tried his best to
answer. �Three men�I hid�tore everything apart�!�
Zabuza�s arms tightened around the frail
boy. �Haku� Haku, I�m so sorry. I didn�t think they�d ever bother you. I�m
sorry. I should have listened to you before. I should have put your safety
above everything else.�
�I started packing,� Haku said, wiping
away his tears. Now was not the time to cry; now was the time to be brave.
Zabuza looked through the garbage bag,
nodding. �One more thing�� He opened Haku�s bedside table and released a false
panel. Under it was more cash than Haku had ever seen in his life. �With this
money,� Zabuza explained, �we can start over. Just the two of
us. This time, I promise I won�t make any mistakes. This time, I will
think only of you.�
Haku nodded and held open the bag while
Zabuza shoveled the money inside. He grabbed Zabuza by the arm softly. �I love
you.�
Zabuza smiled softly. �I know. And I
love you, too.� He hoisted the bag over his shoulder and took Haku�s hand in
his own. �Are you ready?�
�No� One more thing.�
He searched through the mess of the apartment until he found a scrap of paper
and a pen. Quickly, he scrawled out a note and stuffed it in his pocket.
�We don�t have time to stop anywhere,�
Zabuza explained sadly.
A quick, sharp
nod.
�I know. But Kimimaro lives in our building. Please� He can bring it to
Naruto.�
Torn between letting his boyfriend
deliver a note to a precious friend and wasting precious time, he finally
caved. �All right. But first, grab your disguise from
the hiding place.�
�Of course�� Haku grabbed a white mask
from the hidey hole, two thin slits for eyes, four slanted gray lines as
corners of a square at the top, and a thick burgundy calligraphy stroke across
the cheek. He drew his hair into a tight bun while Zabuza pulled a mask over
the lower half of his face and a bandana across his forehead.
Running down the stairs, Haku made a
quick stop on the third floor and slid his note under Kimimaro�s door, praying
that it would find its way to Naruto. Together, he and Zabuza ran toward the
subway, trying their best to stay in the shadows, ready to start a new life
together.
.
Kimimaro noticed the note slide under
his door and picked it up immediately. When he opened the door to see who had
left it, there was no one in sight. Curious, he opened it up�then quickly
realized it wasn�t addressed to him. Who would leave a note for Naruto under
his door at this hour of the night?
It seemed important, whatever it was.
But he didn�t know where Naruto lived, and he wouldn�t have a shift with him
until next week�
He pulled out his cell phone and
scrolled through the very short list of numbers until he reached Gaara�s.
It rang twice before Gaara picked up. �Kimimaro? What�s wrong? Do you need to go to the hospital?�
�Ah, no, nothing like
that. Something very strange just happened, though. Someone pushed a note under
my door a few minutes ago, and it�s addressed to Naruto. I don�t see him for
another week, so do you think if I gave it to you, you
could give it to him?�
Having just come from the nightmare
dinner, Gaara chewed his lip nervously. �I don�t know if Naruto is up for
visitors right now� He just hit a rough patch with Sasuke.� He sighed,
wondering what to do. �Look, why don�t I just come over, and we�ll think of
something to do?�
Kimimaro blushed. Gaara had never been to
his house before. He hadn�t really shown any interest in hanging out with him
outside of work and hospital visits, really. Maybe he could�
�Yeah, that�s fine. Hey, it�s late,
though, and my place is pretty far from yours. Would it be safe for you to walk
back home?�
A pause. �Well, I
suppose we could meet somewhere tomorrow morning��
Kimimaro panicked for a second. That�s
not where he wanted this conversation to go! �Oh, well, what I meant was�you
could stay here�for tonight�� He hoped his lust didn�t shine through his voice.
Another pause,
and Kimimaro felt his panic swell. How exactly did Gaara feel about him? Did he
think of him as some freak who grew huge bone spurs
like a demon? Was he disgusted by him?
�Sure. I mean�if it�s fine with you.�
�I wouldn�t offer if it wasn�t.�
�Well� I don�t fall asleep very easily.
I�m an insomniac. Even sleeping pills don�t work. I don�t want to keep you up
all night. And I wouldn�t want to bother your family.�
�I live by myself, and I�ve been having
trouble sleeping lately, too. It�s fine. Really.�
��All right. I�ll see you in a few.�
Gaara hung up his phone and stared
blankly at the wall. Had he really just consciously thought about another
person�s well-being? Usually he didn�t give two shits about whether or not his presence
was welcome. Then again, he didn�t get invited to too many sleepovers besides
at Naruto�s�and he always fell asleep next to the
blond�
Had Naruto really rubbed off on him this
much? He was losing his characteristic evil touch.
Stuffing some clothes into a duffel
back, he chose not to read too deeply into it. He called out to Temari and
Kankuro as he left, �I�m spending the night at a friend�s house! I�ll see you
tomorrow!�
�Good night!� Temari called back before
the door shut.
Walking quickly through the night, Gaara
thought he saw Haku and Zabuza pass him across the street, but in a moment they
were gone. He knew where Kimimaro lived because it was the same building as
Haku and the same apartment number as his own. Growing closer to the building,
he suddenly realized that all of his friends, he knew through Naruto. Naruto
and Kimimaro weren�t close. Gaara and Kimimaro were getting to be pretty close
friends.
Kimimaro would be the first friend Gaara
made on his own.
�Fuckin�
Naruto�s bullshit sunshine and hearts are rubbing off on me,� he growled. He
pressed the call button for Kimimaro�s room. The door swung open, and he let
himself into the building.
When Kimimaro opened the door to his
room, Gaara noticed his hair was mused. There was also a vacuum cleaner propped
haphazardly by the door, and Kimimaro held a cleaning rag in his hand.
�Were you cleaning?� Gaara asked.
Kimimaro blushed, then
blushed more when he realized he was blushing. �Ah, yeah.
The place was a mess. I wanted it to look presentable��
Gaara glanced around. It was a small
place, in the exact same set up as Haku and Zabuza�s apartment. The living room
went straight into the bedroom, the two rooms separated by a divider. A small kitchen to the right of the living room, a small bathroom and
closet to the right of the bedroom. Sparsely
furnished. There was a cozy atmosphere, and Gaara realized he felt at
home.
�It�s not much,� Kimimaro mumbled.
Gaara turned to him, his lips twitching
upward. �It�s nice,� he admired. Surprised at the compliment, both turned away
from each other, unsure of what else to say. Gaara cleared his throat and
changed subjects. �So� The note?�
Kimimaro rummaged through his pockets
and drew out the now crumpled note. Gaara gazed at it curiously before opening
it.
�Should we be reading it?� Kimimaro
asked nervously, fidgeting.
Gaara shrugged. �We won�t know until we
read it. Besides, I�ve never known Naruto to hide anything from me�� He trailed
off as he read the contents of the note. His expression didn�t change, but his
face grew one shade paler. �I�It�s from Haku� He and
Zabuza fled in the middle of the night. I�ll call Naruto and tell him the
news.�
A small pang of jealousy cut through
Kimimaro when Gaara pulled out his phone, but he quickly brushed it away. He
had watched Gaara and Naruto working together for several years now at Kyuubi
Bookstore, and he knew he had nothing to worry about. The two were just
friends. A different feeling took over when he realized that Gaara and Naruto
were closer friends than he was with anyone.
�Naruto? I�m sorry if
I�m interrupting anything, but this is important. I�m at Kimimaro�s, and Haku
slipped a note under his door for you. He and Zabuza ran off together.�
Naruto heard the words, and his heart stopped.
After working through their problems, he and Sasuke had fallen asleep in each
other�s arms on the couch. He disentangled himself from Sasuke, who woke up and
gazed at him curiously through sleep heavy eyes.
�Naruto?� Sasuke queried,
rubbing his eyes and stretching. �What�s wrong?�
�Haku told me that Zabuza was involved
in with the yakuza,� Naruto muttered to no one in particular, �but I didn�t
think they�d ever have to flee. I hope they�re okay.�
�Let me read you the note,� said Gaara. � �Dear Naruto, I�m sorry to leave town in this
way, but some yakuza tore up the apartment. Zabuza and I are taking our money
and starting a new life together somewhere. I�m sorry I can�t give you any more
information. Please don�t tell anyone about this note; we don�t want anyone to
know we�ve gone. I will try to contact you eventually, but in the meantime,
thank you for all you�ve done for us. You�re a great friend, and I�ll miss you.
With love, Haku.� What should I do with the note?�
Naruto paused, and the words which left
his lips pained him. �We have to destroy it. If the yakuza really are looking
for them, they might find the note and realize Haku might try to contact me.
That could get me and a lot of other people in trouble.�
Gaara agreed, and when the two hung up
the phone, Naruto collapsed wearily back onto the couch.
�What happened?� Sasuke asked, smoothing
Naruto�s hair comfortingly.
Naruto told him about the note. �I miss
Haku already� I just have this feeling that I�ll never see him again. But�but
if Zabuza�s with him, I know he�s safe.�
.
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I
was reading my previous ending author�s notes, and I talked a lot about the boy
I liked and how he became my boyfriend, etc. If any of you are wondering, we
are still dating. :) I thought yesterday was my 1.5 year anniversary, but you
know what? Even though June is the sixth month of the year, it�s not six months
after January. So after saying, �Happy 1.5 year anniversary!� to my boyfriend,
he said, �Aren�t you a month early?� We�re a very silly couple. :)

But now for a serious note. I have a lot of
ideas for this fic, and I�ve put a lot of time into
it. Even though there may be gaps between chapters, I have every
intent to finish this story, even if it takes me my whole life!
(Hopefully it won�t. That would just be crazy, haha.)
So, please keep checking back. I hope everyone stays with this fic and continues to enjoy it.

Please
review! I love reviews! :) Even if they�re to tell me to get my butt in gear
and put out a new chapter� x.x
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