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A contract with a bastard!	By : bellabambina24 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 2146 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on Masashi Kishimoto's Naruto. I do not make any profit/money from writing it.

Chapter List
- 16
- 17
- 18
First of all, I am sorry I said I will update some of my other fictions
soon, but then didn�t

First of all, I am sorry I said I will
update some of my other fictions soon, but then didn�t. I just spent so much
time editing chapters and moving them to live journal... I ended up with a
writer�s block.
On this note, some of
you might have noticed that the lemon scenes were edited out of most of my
fictions. I am sorry for that. It�s really out of my hand. A lot of fictions
were deleted recently from fanfiction . net so I wanted to protect mine.
Anyway, almost all my
un-cut fictions are on livejournal (nickname:
bittercandy248) now. I will upload the few remaining one soon.
For future chapters
edited I will state in the author not if it is cut or not, so you can look up
the unedited version if you are interested. �Direct links are found on my profile.
Note: Some fictions-
which are basically one lemon after the other- will be moved to livejournal, and deleted from here.

Chapter 17, �Just before midnight�
The teeth chomped the peppermint gum nervously. The blond was
just about to freak out; He hadn�t expected his savings to run out this
quickly. In fact, he had thought they would last him for at least three month.
Yet, they were almost all gone before the end of the first.
Shit...
Deidara sat crossed legged while ogling at his over drawn
checkbooks. I have no money left after paying the rent, my car�s
installment, and fixing the water heater. If this keeps on going I will have to
work the street corners for real! He hissed throwing the checkbook flying
across the room.
It felt as if life was hurling one predicament after the
other at him. He hadn�t noticed before how much his spa treatments, art
supplies, daily expenses actually cost. It was as if someone had been supporting
him behind his back.
He shrugged that thought away, tossing another piece of gum
into his mouth fretfully. He hated what he had to do, but he could see no other
option. May be I should call Sasori... He would lend me some money, yeah...
Laying his head back onto the cushions, he stared at one spot
in the ceiling. I wonder if Itachi misses m- No No! I shouldn�t think about him... I wonder if Naruto is
alright... Whatever, he is probably planning another ridiculous present, and
Sasuke would probably love it regardless.
XXXXXXXXX
Itachi sat in his office looking at the fax he had just
received. It was Deidara�s bank statement. He had to pull some strings to get
it. He didn�t know why he felt obliged to get in the first place... It wasn�t
as if he loved Deidara, right?
Idiot... He is already broke. He frowned, finally
looking up from the paper between his hands. Seeing the dimmed empty offices,
he felt empty. Deidara had always stayed with him after everyone had left,
regardless how late the Uchiha decided to work.
He rotated his chair looking towards the large window behind
him. It ran from one side of the room to the other, over looking the whole
city. Somehow during the night, the city lights seemed more beautiful then the
sky...
Right then, a symphony of fireworks lit up the skies. Apparently,
some sport event was about to start in the city.
He swallowed. Last time he watched fireworks, Deidara had
been with him. He remembered how the blond cheered about art being a blast.
He remembered thinking that the blond was an idiot. In fact,
he had forgotten about that art comment completely until today... So why was he
remembering it right now?
He sighed glancing at the phone. He picked up and started
dialing his brother's number, but then hesitated. I shouldn�t. He probably
hates me.
A second later, he decided to busy himself with more work. He
chose to revise a contract that had been waiting on his desk for months now. He
moved his eyes over the page, but somehow the words weren�t being registered
into his brain.
He will probably come back begging for money...
The thin lips curved up, but soon the smile faded.
Or Sasori... He wouldn�t
contact that pervert would he. The things that man made him do-
His eyes widened distressed by the mental image. His heart
clenched thinking of Sasori�s overly pale hands fondling the blonde�s tanned skin...
DISGUSTING!
He clenched his fists. He was losing his temper unlike his
usual self. And all for what! A blond who sells himself for money; Disgraceful!
Right then, he heard a knock on his door.
Soon, Kisame walked in. �I saw the light in your office so I
thought you might still be-�
�Do you need something, Kisame?� The man spat as if he was on
edge.
�Hey, calm down. I am not the enemy here. I was making sure
you are alright.�
�I am fine.� He gritted his teeth.
�What�s wrong, Itachi?� The well-built man eyed his friend. He
had never seen Itachi that agitated.
�I am fine, Kisame, really. I want to finish revising this
contract before mid-night.� He attempted to compose himself.
�Why don�t you call-it-a-day? The bags under your eyes are
starting to show, and I don�t think revising this contract is urgent. Go back
home and get some rest.�
�I don�t feel like it, plus I am not feeling tire-�
�You are regretting what you did to your brother, aren�t
you?� Kisame smirked. May be his Uchiha friend would finally learn to stop
bugging into his brother�s life.
�Not at all,� The raven spoke with a stoic expression. �I
protected him from a con artist who was after his money and family name. I also
helped him get his dream job. It was my duty as an older brother.�
�Yeah, I am sure Sasuke is in his
office -alone- working late, just like you right now.� The man hinted.
�That�s Ridiculous. It�s
probably four in the morning in Paris
right now. Sasuke wouldn�t stay that late.� He knew what Kisame was implying,
yet he preferred to ignore it.
The tall man frowned, �Itachi,
I will be frank with you since you seem to be intentionally disregarding what I
am insinuating-�
�Kisame-�
�You probably heard from your
sources, but Sasuke had been over working himself. They are worried that he
would overdo it, and end up-�
�This is just how he is. He had
always aspired to perfectio-�
�This is not perfection,
Itachi. This is escaping reality. Christ! I was fine with your plans when you
were alienating Sasuke from the whores he used to bang. He probably didn�t give
a crap about them. But, breaking up the only real relationsh-�
Itachi stomped his foot onto
the ground in anger, �And since when did you grow a conscious? You knew what I
was doing all along. Now you are criticizing me. Naruto was going to hurt him!
I did the right thing.�
Kisame would typically smirk
and joke about the other�s cruelty. In fact, he had agreed with Itachi thinking
that Sasuke would just move on. But he had seen the younger Uchiha on his trip
to the European branch a week ago. The raven had been locking himself day and
night in his office, even skipping lunch breaks. It was almost deplorable how
the raven�s shirt outlined his ribs.
On another note, he realized
that he rarely-if ever-object to Itachi and that no one ever did like wise. So
he expected some anger from the man, but never to this extent. Kisame was sure
something else was troubling his friend.
Kisame waved his hand in the
air not wanting to start a fight. �I am just telling you; your brother doesn�t
seem to be moving on.�
�He will be fine.� He grimaced
looking away. �I need to finish r-�
�Reviewing
the contract. I get it.� The man finished the other�s words. �I will
leave now. Just think over what I have told y-�
�Good night.�
Kisame walked out door cussing
under his breath. The encounter he just had had seemed out of character. He was
usually uncaring, and Itachi was usually calm. And although he would have given
the world right then to go back to his indifferent attitude, he couldn�t bring
himself to forget how the broken Sasuke looked. He had known him ever since he
was a �snobby brat� after all. He had seen him grow up.
RING RING
He pulled the smart-phone out
of his pocket glancing at the flashing screen. He smirked,
This keeps getting more interesting...
�Yes,
Deidara.�
Kisame then heard a nervous
gulp, �Kisame-san... I need your h-help.� The boy choked on the word.
�I can�t hire you after Itachi
fired you.�
�It�s not about that. I was
having some problems. Financial problems.�
After a pause the man asked, �How
much?�

�T-That�s not the problem as well... I think I got myself into some trouble...�
XXXXXXXX
�No! No! NO!� Naruto shook his
head left and right in despair while fisting his golden locks.
�Just call him. It is just one
date,� Shikamaru sighed.
�I can�t set up Iruka-sensei
with a porn producer! I can�t!�
�Naruto lower your voice
please.� He pinched the bridge of his nose feeling a headache build up. �Iruka
doesn�t have to know his job. The man probably won�t bring it up.�
�W-W- Oh god- What if he tries
to do something to him?�
�Do something?�
�Like... a perverted thing!� Naruto�s
face was drained out of blood at the horrifying notion. His face was almost
tinted in blue.
�I think Iruka is old enough to
look after himself-�
�What if
sensei falls for him?! What if that pervert rapes him in the alley
behind the restaurant while I am in the bathroom?�
Vivid troublesome
imagination... �That won�t happen.�
�It might!�
�Fine, don�t go to the
bathroom.�
�What if I really
really need to?!� The blond asked with seriousness
in his tone.
Shika rolled his eyes not believing
that he was actually going along with this ridiculous conversation. �Then tell
Iruka to go with you.�
�Won�t I seem childish?�
�Naruto, call the man already.�
�Fine.�
He started to type the number into the keypad. Then he paused, �What if he
doesn�t agree?�
�Convince him.�
�He might say no-�
�Give me the phone!� The brunette
snatched the phone, fed up. �Hello, Kakashi Hatake?�
�Yes.�
�I am a friend of Naruto Uzumaki, the writer who Sasuke Uchiha had referred to you.�
�Hmm, Naruto Uzumaki.�
�You remember him?�
�Not at all.�
�A tanned
blond, very loud and a bit clueless.�
�Oh him.
Yeah, I remember him. Did he finally decided to model for me?�
Nara
shook his head not wanting to imagine his gay friend working as a porn star, �Are
you single?�
When a long silence followed, Nara
decided to intervene. �Naruto had mistakenly claimed to his professor that he
was setting him up on a blind date tonight.�
�Professor,
as in a guy?�
�Yes.�
�H-how hot is he? Do you have
his measurements-�
Shikamaru hissed disgruntled. What
a pervert? ��The date is tonight at
eight. I will text you the address.�
�How hot-�
�See for yourself. Bye.�
When Shika turned to glace at
Naruto, he bumped heads with the blond. �What a drag! Why are you staring at me
this close?� He rubbed his sore forehead.
�What do you think? Will he be
there?�
�I think you should take Iruka
with you to the bathroom. Now, go get ready. You have a date too, you know.�
�Do I need too?� The
tanned boy whined.
�Do you want Iruka to be alone
with a guy who asked for measurements?�
Naruto grumbled looking away, �I
will go...�
Right then, Iruka walked in
through the front door carrying a black plastic bag.
�New outfit, sensei?�
The caretaker blushed a deep
shade of red, scratched his scar, and looked away. �S-something like that...�
Naruto blinked not understanding
why the brunette would be shy. �Can I see it-�
�Naruto, you don�t want to see
it.� Shika sighed.
�What? Why? Why wouldn�t I want
to see it?�
�Read the name of the shop off
the bag.�
�Shika!�
Iruka blushed even deeper hiding the bag behind his back.
Naruto was quick on his feet so
he got to glance at the name. Yet, he wasn�t as quick when it came to deciphering
it. �Calvin Klein Basics? Sensei,
why are you buying thirty dollar underwear. I know a shop were you get
three for five dollars only.�
�I am starting to feel sorry
for Uchiha,� Nara whispered to
himself.
�Hey! New
briefs, sensei? Got a hot date tonight or what?� Kiba walked out from
the nursery, followed by Hinata who was carrying an
orphaned infant.
Naruto giggled, �Why would he
need new brief fo- Ahhhh! No, sensei, No!�
�Naruto, it has been a long time, and a man has needs-�
The blond plugged his fingers in his ears, �I don�t need to
hear that!� It was just like walking onto your parents doing it.
�Fine. I just hope he takes it.�
�Shika! He is telling me he wants
him to �TAKE� it!� Naruto�s voice woke the babies in the nursery.
Hinata gasped running to comfort
them.
XXXXXXX
After a change of plans, Naruto was going to meet Temari�s brother at the restaurant instead of Gaara picking
him up from Kiba�s place. Naruto didn�t want to risk
getting there late only to find his sweet innocent Iruka- or so
Naruto would like to believe- scarred for life after being harassed by the
pervert.
Yet, that new schedule resulted
in a very awkward situation. Naruto, Iruka, and Gaara had arrived, while
Kakashi was no where to be found.
Naruto shifted on his seat
filling the jade eyes burn into him. Why is he glaring at me? Huh? Why? Why?
What with the murderous aura? Why does he have a tattoo on his forehead? Is he
in a gang? He is a gang, isn�t he? Damn you Nara!
Iruka elbowed Naruto when he
noticed the terrified look on his face, and then murmured. �Talk to your date.�
�Lets leav-�
Iruka laughed tensely pulling
his arm away from Naruto�s grip. �Sorry, Gaara, Naruto is very shy on first
dates.�
�I see,� A rough throaty voice
spoke, as Gaara remained expressionless.
�Sorry I am late, a homeless
man-� Kakashi started but paused when Iruka turned to look at him. The brunette
wasn�t the best looking, but he had some sort of charm. It would be hard to put
into words; he just made people want him in their lives.
�What happened to the homeless
man?� Naruto asked.
�Ah, yeah... He found the can.�
Kakashi mumbled, eyes curving up.
Naruto blinked not getting it.
�Naruto,� the creepy voice
called again.
The blond turned to his date
feeling the urge to apologize for no reason. �Y-yes?�
�What do you want to drink?�
�I am not drinking tonight...� I
can�t afford going to the bathroom.
�Very well.�
�Err... Gaara-san, w-what do
you do? I-I mean y-your job?�
�If I tell you, I will need to
kill you.� Gaara spoke in a stern voice. He had remembered how his sister had
instructed him to make jokes in order to elevate the mood.
Unfortunately, the so called
�joke� had the opposite effect. Naruto was almost trembling in his seat.
�Joking.�
�Y-Yeah... Funny... Funny...� He
gripped Iruka�s sleeve. When he received no response, he turned his head around
to take a look.
Kakashi was fondling Iruka�s hand
supposedly palm reading. Iruka was blushing and surrendering his hand completely.
�He is very attached to you.� Kakashi
commented on Naruto�s act. �I wouldn�t mind being attached to you as well.� He
smirked mischievously.
Iruka almost squealed.
Naruto�s cheeks puffed at the
scene. How can this man touch Iruka-sensei so casually?! �Kakashi-san,
why don�t you tell Iruka sensei about your job? I am sure he would be very
interested to know.�
The silver headed man smiled
innocently, �Yeah, I was just telling him.� He then refocused his attention on
the brunette, �Iruka sensei, I can just imagine the scene in my mind... It
would be a best seller. Too bad I would like to keep you all to myself.�
He has done it! Show him his
place, Sensei! Naruto smirked anticipating that Iruka would react violently
to the lame flirt line.
Instead, Iruka whispered
something into Kakashi�s ear making the pervert blush. Naruto�s jaw dropped. W-What
could he have to say that would even make that- that- pervert turn red?!
�Naruto,� Gaara called again.
When Naruto turned to face him,
he found a hand extended for him to take. �W-what is that?�
�I will read your palm as
well.�
�...�
�Give me your hand.�
The man�s look forced the words
to appear more intense then the date newbie intended. Naruto felt like escaping
but he didn�t want to leave Iruka behind.
I was so lucky to have
Sasuke!
XXXXXXX
Gaara ogled at the stairs as he
walked Naruto up to Kiba�s place. He had been
extremely nervous and anxious through out the date, since it was his first. He
knew he wasn�t the most social or likable person, but he really hopped Naruto
wasn�t alienated by his demeanor. It was out of his hand. It was just the way
he acted when feeling timid.
Naruto paused when they got to
their floor, �Thank you for walking me.�
�...�
�I-I had fun tonight.� He lied
out of politeness.
�Yeah...� Gaara stared blankly.
�Okay... See you.� The blond
turned around fretfully to unlock the door. When he opened it, he got in, waved
�bye� to Gaara �who was still standing- and proceeded to shut the door.
�Wo-�
The blond paused, reopening the
door. �Did you need something?�
�Would you like to go out
again?� He looked away.
H-he actually wants to go
out again? Didn�t he find tonight horrible?!
�Y-Yeah... sure...� He blurted
out without thinking.
Gaara nodded, and started
walking down the stairs.
�How was it?� Shika asked
yawning.
�Don�t remind me...� He sat opposite
his friend.
�Well, it was just one
date.�
�He asked me out again.�
Nara
glanced at Naruto studying him, �and you said?�
�I don�t know what got into
me... Did Temari tell you about him being in a gang or something?�
�He is in a gang?�
�N-no!
He just looks weird.�
�I never thought of you as a
superficial person.�
�I am not.�
�Well, whatever you are, make
sure you don�t hurt him. Temari would kill both of us.� He shifted his weight,
placing his arm over his forehead to block the light.
�I won�t.� He got up to get
ready for bed.
�Naruto.�
�Yeah?�
�I called Uchiha.�
- To Be Continued -
Here is a random scene I thought of. I wanted to show what
was going on with Sasuke instead of just focusing on Naruto.
Random Contract with a bastard scene
The raven hissed as he walked into the elevator. He would
have preferred to keep on working, but Jūgo- his
new assistant- had been relentless concerning how Sasuke needed to eat. Eat?!
The Uchiha hated the idea that humans needed to eat in order to survive...
another thing to miss...
�Jingle
He shifted alarmed by the sound; he hadn�t noticed that the
elevator started moving. Pinching the bridge of his nose he asked about the
closest caf� that sells cinnamon rolls with cr�me fra�che
Icing.
�It�s right across the street, Monsieur Uchiha.� The women
added with a strange look on her face. How come he didn�t know where it was
when it had been opposite to the company quarters since the start, she
wondered. Then she figured that may be the rumors about him were true; he had
barely left his office once or twice since arriving a month ago. And he had
only left because of necessity.
He frowned noticing her expression, and soon stormed towards
the small coffee shop. Actually, it reminded him a lot of starbucks,
instead of the French style caf� you would think of once France
would be mentioned.
Walking in, he took his turn behind the long queue of people
waiting to get their coffee. Every person would receive their coffee and then
pass by Sasuke on his/ her way out, tempting Sasuke with the aroma he loved so
much. But no! He wasn�t going to order coffee. He had decided to quit it the
day he had left Naruto behind... May be it was his way of punishing himself.
Suddenly, a rude semi-elderly woman forced her way infront of
him out of no where. She then started muddling with her overly large bag
punching Sasuke in the stomach with it. She didn�t even apologize. The b**ch had no manners.
The raven gritted his teeth but kept his mouth shut. He
didn�t want to be rude in someone else�s country. Plus, he only had her in
front of him by then; only one person between him and his bun.
�I want a... what kind of things do you have?� She asked
hesitating. The cashers smiled politely and started recommending some things.
�Okay I will take the smoked chicken sandwich.�
�That would be 1-�
�No no, make it the croissant... Yeah the one with the cheese.�
�A-�
�No! No! The one with the chocolate.�
The raven heaved a deep sigh trying to keep himself from whacking her over the head. For a minute there
he felt as if he wanted her to cry. She was messing with the wrong guy, on the
wrong day, and in the wrong freakin caf�.
�Order already,� He coughed.
�Fine, fine, I will have the cinnamon roll with cr�me fra�che Icing.� She rolled her eyes at him in disgruntle.
�Such a rude man,� She whispered.
The woman walked away finally allowing Sasuke to place his
order. �I will have a cinnamon roll with cr�me fra�che
Icing too.�
�Sorry, she took the last one.�
The raven frowned, �How about any kind of cinnamon roll?�
�We have apple pie with cinnamon.�
The raven frowned even harder. Quickly, he walked out of the
bakery in order to chase after the woman.
He scanned the street for her grand-ma coat, spotting her
fighting with a little kid. He found himself running.
�I will pay you double.�
A second later, the bag rained clouts on him. �You pervert! I
am not that kind of woman!�
�Salo-�He pursed his lips before
cursing her.� �I was talking about the
cinnamon roll you just bought.�
She paused for a second, and then spat, �No!�
�I said I will pay you-�
�Why? Why would you do that? You must be hiding something.�
�It is just a roll. I am not hiding any thing.�
�Then go buy it from any caf�!�
That would have been the logical thing to do, but right then
the Uchiha wasn�t going to allow himself the chance to
reason. Instead he chose to snatch the bag and start running for no reason.
She tossed her bag at him while screaming, but he was lost...
He wasn�t an Uchiha anymore. He wasn�t the reasonable Sasuke.
He ran into the street almost getting rolled over the hood of
a car. He didn�t care though. He had been sane for way too long... No one
should be that sane. He wanted to lose his mind for once.
When he finally stopped, he burst into laugher. Such a
bitch...
He opened the bag glancing at the bun which had turned into a
mash from being tossed left and right while he ran earlier. He picked it with
his bare hands, feeling the stickiness dirty his fingers. He took a bite, and
started walking back towards the company.
On that day, a new rumor started to roam the corridors of the
company. On that day, Jugo had to pay the woman to
keep her from talking from the media. On that day Sasuke had his first therapy
session.
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