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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
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Hey everyone,
Here is the new chapter. I have to say; it is not really
my favorite chapter. I do have a lot of events in the making though. So prepare
yourself for the next couple of chapters. I will try to update soon.
Please enjoy.
Chapter 18, "While pressing pause"
"You need to work with me if you want me to help
you," the fish eyes studied the raven as he hissed roughly while shifting
in his seat.
"I don't need help. It was just a momentarily lapse
in judgment," The Uchiha stared at the psychotherapist, while inhaling a
harsh gulp of air. He hated the feeling of being put on display as if he was
sort of circus freak.
Sasuke tapped his knuckles against his knee angrily,
glaring at the fish-eyes man sitting infront of him. The man stared back
blankly, forcing the raven to look away while hissing.
"So, Sasuke, do you have any idea why you are
here?" The psychotherapist asked after coughing twice.
"Because some idiots believe I need to," Sasuke
spoke in a monotone voice. Surrendering to the orders of the board of directors
had a sour taste to it.
"And what made them believe that-"
"Hffff."
"Sasuke, I know you are here against your will. But I
am sure a man of your intelligence knows that such a public break down
signifies deeper problems."
"Yamato, I am just going through a rough break up.
Everyone does some time or another," the raven waved his hand.
The doctor swallowed deciding not to comment on how rudely
the patient addressed him, "But not everyone attacks an old woman stealing
her lunch."
Furrowing his brows, Sasuke moved to the edge of his seat.
"She was obnoxious. You would have done the same thing."
Doctor Yamato smiled kindly, "Do you make it a habit
to steal from whoever you find ob-"
"I am not a kleptomaniac. I just thought she crossed
the limit by taking that last bun."
"And what was so special about that last one. Why not
pick something else? Or may be walk down the street and buy another one from
another caf�?"
"Because it was mine. She can't just come and take it
from me. Mine!"
The tanned psychologist scribbled something in his note
book indicating that he was on to something. "That bun belonged to
you?"
"Yes. I was tried and I wanted it. I know I shouldn't
have overreacted but I was too exhausted to think straight."
"I have been told; you have been over working
yourself. You also spend days locked in your office," the doctor read off
his note book.
"So? Work is very important to me."
"But don't you prefer to be out with some friends
sometimes?"
"Work; that's why I am here. I sacrificed a lot to have
this opportunity. I should make the most out of it."
"Does this have to do anything with the bad break up
you mentioned before?"
The raven glared inadvertently at the man, and then
sighed. "I was offered the job here, and he couldn't leave Konoha a few weeks
ago."
"How did that make you feel?"
"It was just a break up," The raven lied.
"A break up that you are clearly not over."
"It is just that... a lazy bum called asking me if I
plan to return back to Konoha."
"A lazy bum?"
The raven pinched the bridge of his nose remembering
Naruto and Shikamaru in their boxers eating cheetos on his 7000$ couch. "A
lazy bum. Anyway, he said that if I don't plan on returning, he will make sure
Naruto moves on with some guy."
"Naruto, your ex?"
"Yes."
"And what was your decision?"
"I am here," Sasuke swallowed. "I worked
hard for this job."
"And are you satisfied with this choice?"
"I don't have any childish thoughts about life being
a utopia. I made the choice any sensible person would make."
"You didn't answer my question."
"I can't go back to working in a dead end job."
"You are still not answering my question. Are you
okay with him moving on?"
The raven frowned. The man was sprinkling salt on a sore
wound that could hardly heal as it was. Wasn't it enough that all the color
faded out of his life leaving it in shades of grey. "I made my
decision."
The therapist glanced at his watch, "Our time is up.
I want you to burn some thing that reminds you of him before out next session.
Can you do that?"
"Fine."
XXXXXXX
"Why would you do that?" Naruto frowned throwing
his shirt onto the bed.
"I don't want you to stay attached to someone who is
not coming back," it was troublesome. He had hoped Sasuke changed his mind
by then. He had hoped the raven would be jealous enough to come back after he
would hear about Gaara. Yet, when the raven insisted on his position,
Shikamaru's plan crashed. So, it was a pain in the ass, but he wasn't going to
let his friend bleed dry. Someone needed to burn the wound to stop the
bleeding.
"He is coming back!"
"Why don't you hear his answer first."
"I don't need to hear his answer. He will be
back."
"Naruto," Nara sighed. "I know you love
him; but you either take a step towards getting together, or step towards
moving on. Gaara likes you, right?"
"Buddy, Shikamaru is right. You are not getting any
where hanging on to someone who already chose his career over you," Kiba
walked into his guest bed room, muting the handset's mic with his hand.
"What kind of person would I be if I give up on
Sasuke?"
"He gave up on you, why don't you?" Kiba shouted
back even more thunderous than Naruto.
Shika shut his lids for a second agitated by the noise.
Sighing, "Naruto, he said you should move on. That was his answer."
"I-I don't- He didn't mean it!"
"I agree. I think he struggled to say that, but that
doesn't mean that he plans to give up his career any time soon."
"I don't expect hi-" Naruto looked away refusing
to let that one tear slide down his cheek.
"Naruto..." Shikamaru sighed kindly. "Let's
make a deal, okay?"
The blond shifted on his feet, "W-what kind of
deal?"
"You travel for one week to Paris-"
"A-"
"Wait. Hear me to the end. If you manage to reach a
compromise or a sacrifice; so be it. However if by the end of that week you
still want to stay in Konoha, and he still wants to stay there; then you will
move on. You will come back and date Gaara. It will hurt at first, but you are
hurting now anyway."
XXXXXX
The long haired blond took a seat on the luxurious heated
leather seat, waiting in the car while Kisame finished talking on his mobile
phone. A few minutes later, the sturdy man opened the door and let himself in.
Deidara bit his bottom lip embarrassed, "T-thank
you."
"I wonder how you will pay me back for bailing you
out."
"I will figure a way."
"I am sure you will," the man smirked.
"Tricking, huh. So how much does an hour with you cost?"
"Hey!" The blond frowned.
Kisame let out a harsh throaty chuckle, "What? I
thought you would be used to that question by now. Plus, I am just trying to
make sure that you will be able to pay me."
Staring at the carpeted ground, Kisame felt his skin burn
from the shame. "One fifty."
"Just one fifty? What
a pay cut! I am sure Sasori used to spend much more on you."
The tanned boy hissed feeling the expensive shirt he was
wearing smolder his used flesh. Sasori was the one to buy it for him after a
long night of compromising himself. "Stop mocking me. I had to do
it."
"So, I get it you will refuse if I offer you three
hundred."
"Shut up," he looked away trying not to get
tempted by the money.
The tall man licked his dry lips, eyes piercing through
Deidara's crotch. "Three hundred just to take all of your clothes off, and
show me your pretty little body."
"I said shut up."
"The windows to my car are a double sided mirror. No
one can see inside."
"..."
"I am sure four hundred dollars will be enough to
pay for your food this month."
The blond shifted in his seat, closed the window to his
right, and then started to take off his clothes. A few minutes later, he sat on
the chair nude. He crossed his legs trying to hide his member in between his
thighs.
Kisame swallowed feeling his throat itch from dryness. What a body... No wonder Itachi
couldn't control himself around him. "Open
your legs. I want to see all of you."
"That wasn't our deal. You only said I should take my
clothes off. Now, focus on the road infront of you or we might end up in an
accident."
The brute man stared straight ahead at the road. "I
will give you two hundred more to open your legs."
Cussing, Deidara slid his legs apart exposing himself to
the other.
"If I was that cop, I would have fucked you instead
of busted you."
"Thank you for the nice complement, yeah."
"That's what I call art."
"..."
"Hey, I would give you three hundred more to start
touching yourself. That would make it nine hundred in total."
Deidara pursed his lips as he sent a scornful glare
towards the other man.
"I paid one thousand in bail. At least work off that
debt."
"Fine!" He started jerking himself fretfully.
"Hey, slow down or you're going to hurt yourself."
"I don't care."
"Once you are hard enough, pick up my phone, and take
a picture of yourself. That would make us even."
Coldly, Deidara grabbed the phone and snapped a photo of
his erection. He then tilted the phone for Kisame to see.
"I can't see the rest of you in it."
"You didn't specify."
"Fine, take another one that shows your face. Make it
a sexy pose, will you."
"No deal."
"Not even for one thousand dollars?"
"O-One thousand?"
"In cash."
"Fine. Just one photo though." He fisted his
hair up posing while stretching his other hand with the mobile to take an
eagle-eye snapshot. "Done."
"Will you be a nice boy, and send it to my email
account? I want to make sure you don't delete it before getting off."
"Getting off?"
"You don't what I mean. I assume you know my
account."
"Yeah..." He started pressing a few buttons
silently. "Is that all?"
"You can forward it to Itachi."
"..." Deidara's jaw fell in silence. "You
are going to send it to him?"
"You are
going to send it to him. You see, my hands are busy with the car wheel."
"..."
"Now now, don't start crying. You are getting paid
for it, aren't you? Plus one thousand dollars for just forwarding a message is
a pretty generous deal if you ask me."
"You are a jerk!"
"I might be, just like you are a slut. Send it, it is
not like he haven't seen you before nude."
Deidara hissed, his heart rate exploding.
"What, are you worried he would know that you're a
whore? He already does. Send it. I won't go higher-"
"Fuck you! Let me out right now!" Suddenly, he
snapped opening the car door. He looked out seeing the white lane lines drawn
onto the asphalt pass by as if they were just one long grey streak. For a
second there, he thought about jumping out.
"Are you insane?" He stomped onto the breaks.
"You want to jump out of the car, and in the middle of nowhere?"
"Shut the fuck up!" He walked out half nude once
the car came to a stop.
"Your money!"
"I don't want anything from you!"
For the next fifteen minutes, Kisame followed the fuming
boy with his car, worried that Itachi would murder him knowing that he left the
boy alone in the deserted road.
"Come in. I won't show him the photo."
"Go fuck yourself!"
"Come in. Do you plan on walking one hundred
kilometers-"
"Why did you bring me out here anyway, you
jerk?" The blond punched the car's frame, and then held his hand in pain
while cussing a symphony of delightful insults.
"I never thought you are that sensitive. C'mon, I
will help you get Itachi."
"I don't want to get him, and I am not
sensitive!"
The blond continued to stomp, shivering as the night
brought its chill down upon him. He hugged himself, peeking at Kisame to see
why the man suddenly became silent.
"What are you doing?" His eyes shot wide open,
when he noticed Kisame's phone pressed against his ears.
"Hey, Itachi."
"Don't!"
"I am here with Deidara. I am trying to convince him
not to go back to Sasori considering what happened last time, but he insists
on-"
"Shut up!"
"What are you saying Itachi? Yeah, that's him. He is
already broke like you said.
"I had to bail him out of jail for getting busted
while tricking-"
Involuntary, Deidara jumped into the car trying to snatch
Kisame's phone. In less than a second, Kisame jerked out of his seat, closing
the passenger door. He pressed a small button next to him, locking Deidara in.
The boy turned around fisting the handle, "Open
it!"
"That's the children's lock, boy. Now behave and I
will let you out when we reach your place."
Crossing his arms in an angry pose, Deidara kicked the
other's knee.
"Now behave, don't make me hurt you!"
"You tricked me!" He stretched his arm, aiming
to pull the wheel to the right. He figured if he annoyed Kisame enough, he
would get fed up and let him out.
"Are you crazy? Do you want to kill both of us?"
He put his legs down, pressing the brakes while parking on the side of the
road.
"Let me out! Let go!"
A coarse hand gripped the tanned arm, pulling him over his
knee. Deidara fought back, feeling the gear handle dig into his side.
"Ahh!" He gasped as the hand fell on his behind
heavily.
"Itachi didn't know how to tame you, did he?"
"How dare you- ahh!"
SMACK SMACK
"Fuck you! I-is this a hand or a shovel?"
SMACK SMACK
"Settle down, or you will keep getting it."
A few minutes later, Deidara was in his seat pouting,
muttering insults every once in a while.
"You want him. I could help you get him."
"..."
"Are you giving me the silent treatment?" Damn, I really feel for Itachi. He
really fell for a horse- headed boy.
"..."
"Itachi is not fond of getting close to other people.
His father never gave him a chance to while growing up."
"..."
"He puts a tough face on, but he is terrified of
getting hurt. You should know; you saw how far he crossed the line in order to
protect his brother- in his own sick way though."
"He is not scared of anything. He is just a
jerk."
Kisame smiled glad he finally got the other to talk,
"He is a jerk, but he likes you. He wouldn't be pulling some strings right
now so your case doesn't go to court."
"He-" Deidara furrowed his brows worrying.
"How did he know?"
"I called him when you were in the car at the
precinct."
"You shouldn't have."
"Are you sure? With your record, you would end up
with a few months in jail at least."
Swallowing, "What do you know about my record?"
"I know enough to realize you have a habit of selling
yourself for money whenever you're in a pinch. On the positive side, that would
work for your favor in prison."
"I am not cheap..." He looked away. "D-does
Itachi know as well?"
"Itachi has known everything about you from the
start. So, ask nicely and I will make him yours."
"Why do you care?"
"For some reason; I consider that aloof bastard my
best friend. So?"
"Fine."
"Fine?"
The blond bit his lip, "Please help." He
whispered.
- To be continued-
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- 18
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