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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,
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Note: Sora
is an actually character in Naruto. He appeared during some filler episodes.

A Random �A contract with a
bastard scene�
It had been two weeks since Sasuke
was given his so called �homework�. He had searched his drawers, and raided his
belongings for something that reminded him of Naruto to burn. Needless to say,
he had found more than a few dozen things. Yet, somehow everything was
suddenly too valuable to burn.
For instance, he still needed his
sweat suit in case he wanted to go to the gym. He also needed Naruto�s hand
made chop sticks incase all the forks at his place needed cleaning. Not to
mention, the big ugly green frog wallet was too vital to be thrown out. What if
Naruto asked for it back?!
Sure, Sasuke was never going to the
gym in the hideous outfit, or eat with the splinter-making-machine that Naruto
carved out of a stick he found in the street. It was simply harder than
expected to let a piece of your love burn away.
He sat on the floor with a small
metal trash can on his right and a fire-extinguisher on his left. In his hand,
he held a photo of Naruto kissing him on the cheek. Staring at it, his heart
ached.
He pulled his phone out of his
pocket, and called Dr. Yamato�s clinic.
�Hello, Dr. Yamato�s clinic,� A
chirpy female voice answered.
�This is Sasuke Uchiha. I would
like to cancel my session tonight.�
�One second. Dr. Yamato instructed
me to transfer your call if you tried to cancel your session.�
Before he could react, a silly tone
started playing. Sighing, he waited until the doctor picked up.
�Hello, Sasuke. I hear you want to
cancel your session. Should I remind you that I have to report back to your
superiors?�
�I am not canceling, I am just
postponing it.�
�This is the sixth time you postpone
it. I am sorry, but if you don�t make it today, I will have to tell Mr.
Orochimaru that you discontinued treatment.�
Sasuke cringed hearing the name of
the sly snake. Wasn�t it enough that the snake was trying to get the board of
directors to vote to remove Sasuke from his position. �Fine. I will be there.�
�Don�t forget the task assigned.�
�I didn�t forget,� he sighed.
He hanged up, and started ogling at
the photo once more. He walked towards his computer, scanned it in order to
keep a copy, and then walked back towards the basket. It�s okay. I can burn
it.
He dropped it into the bin, and
then dropped a few useless documents and some gas on top of it. When the bin
was half packed, he light up a match and let it plunge onto the papers. Less
than a second later, he sprayed the container with the extinguisher.
Involuntary, he tried to pick up the photo, burning his hand but salvaging it.
XXXXXXX
�I am sorry, but everything is
indispensable,� The raven talked while crossing his feet, and avoiding the
doctors shocked look.
�Sasuke, what are you wearing?� The
brunette therapist asked ogling at Sasuke�s orange cheap sweat suit. He had
suspected Sasuke had lost it since the raven walked into his office. His pervious
assessments had deduced that Sasuke was very aware of his position in society,
and was always keen to be exceptional but not eccentric. However, today Sasuke
walked in wearing an orange sweat suit and a matching cap, while carrying a
lime green frog wallet. Not to mention, the awful sandals that produce a
blinking orange lights whenever he took a step. �
�A prove that I am still using
everything that reminds me of Naruto. He bought me this outfit in two colors;
black and orange.�
�I can see that...� The man sighed
in desperation, the bright orange almost giving him a headache. �Do you
actually wear that outdoors?�
�I wore it on my way here,� the
raven spoke proudly, making the therapist sink deeper into worry. The boy was
completely detached from reality. Plus, he was starting to suspect that Naruto was
fictional because no real human in his right mind would buy someone something
this awful. Here he was thinking that the bread maker he got last charismas was
a horrible gift!
�And how did people react?�
�I don�t care about what they
think. It is very comfortable.�
�Can�t you buy some other sweat
suit that is comfortable, yet doesn�t remind you of Naruto, and burn this one?�
�I don�t want to disturb my workout
routine,� the raven answered with a stoic face.
�How about the-� the man paused
pointing at the frog wallet. �Forgy...
thing?�
�This is Gama-chan.�
�I assume it is something Naruto
bought for you as well.�
�It�s his wallet. I found it in one
of my boxes after moving here.�
�And you can�t burn it as well?�
�No.�
�How about any of
your photos together?�
�Bad for the
environment.�
�Shred it.�
The raven paused for one second
thinking the other�s words over, �I don�t have a shredder.�
�Lucky enough, I have a shredder
right here. Why don�t you use it right now?� The doctor asked almost certain
that Sasuke was going to come up with another excuse.
�Sure, where is it?� The raven
asked.
�Right there,� he pointed at the machine
over his desk, waiting to see how Sasuke would react.
The raven stood up, got the photo
out of his pocket, and walked over to the machine. Just before he slid the paper
in between the gadgets teeth, he stepped onto the electric cord. The poor
appliance was heaved across the desk, and onto the floor.
�Sorry, I will fix it.� The raven
smiled, accidentally stepping on the machine twice, and breaking it.
The therapist felt like crying; it
had cost him some money. �It�s okay. Just leave it there.�
�I will pay for it- You have a
scanner? May be I should scan the photo and then delete it.� He started to
approach the doctor�s brand new lap top.
�NO!� The man almost squeaked.
�Step away from the computer, Sasuke.�
�Is something wrong?� The raven
turned around innocently, as if he hadn�t just murdered a machine.
�It�s okay,� the doctor heaved a
sigh trying to calm himself down. �Lets forget about the assignment for a
minute, and talk about something else.�
XXXXXXX End Scene XXXXXXXX

Chapter 19, �The chronicles of
blonds�
Naruto stood in the street
confused. Whenever he tried to speak to anyone in English or Japanese, the
person would just pass by him as if he didn�t exist. Yet, those two languages
were his only option considering his French was limited to �bonjour� and
�Merci�.
For the next hour Naruto toured Paris
in search of Sasuke�s address, ending up with a huge taxi bill. Which lead him
to one conclusion; Paris charm
aside, he was already missing his home town. Still, Sasuke was minutes away,
and his heart couldn�t help but wiggle at the thought.
He paid the driver the huge amount
grinning while shouting �Merci� out. His noisy scene attracted the attention of
the porter who didn�t shy from eyeing the blond and almost rolling his eyes.
Glad he had some body�s attention,
Naruto ran towards the man. �Hey, do you know where I can find Sasuke Uchiha�s apartment?�
The man pursed his lips, moving to
the side to block Naruto�s entrance to the building. �Do you have an
appointment?�
�Appointment?
I don�t need it,� The tanned boy chirped, �I am sure he will be happy to see
me. So, where can I-�
�Sorry, I don�t know where Mr.
Uchiha lives,� the man interrupted rudely thinking that Naruto was probably a
stalker. �Plus, he is usually out during the mornings.�
�Fine, I will wait for him here.�
The blond let his bags plummet onto
the ground, and then sat onto the biggest of them next to the porter.
The man with the obviously dyed
hair stared at him in astonishment, �W-what are you doing? You can�t sit here.�
�Why not?�
�T-this is- this is unacceptable.�
Naruto pouted raising one eyebrow-
an expression he learned from his lover. �This is public property. I am sitting
outside the apartment complex.� He pointed at the edge of his bag that was
barely outside the doorstep.
The porter frowned, walking in and
whispering a few words into the receptionist ear. Two minutes later-
�Hey Hey! You soaked me!� Naruto screamed as a maid
splashed water outside the entrance.
She then started to sweep the rough
pavement infront of the building drenching Naruto�s bags in muddy water,
forcing the blond to carry all of them off the ground.
�Oh, did the water get on you. Too bad. I guess you have to leave now. Pishhh,�
The man shooed the blond away with a mocking expression.
Naruto hissed,
there should be a law against wasting water and rude doorkeepers! The
blond gritted his teeth readying himself to kick some ass.
�Naruto?�
The angry male turned around
without losing his angry expression, but soon it faded. The raven stood infront
of him with pinkish lips parted in surprise. A moment followed where both of the
hearts stopped. It was a moment of amnesia, blocking out everything and
everyone else. When they came to it, Sasuke was embracing Naruto as his lips
reacquainted themselves with the sweetness of the other�s flesh. �
�I missed you,� Sasuke panted
finally parting from Naruto. Yet, he kept his arm around the other. May be on
some unconscious level he was terrified of losing him again.
�Me too,� The blond buried his face
into the other�s chest taking in the smell he had missed so much. On another
thought, he took a profounder sniff, �Hey, you don�t smell like coffee
anymore.�
He sniffed again, �You smell more
like... cinnamon.�
The raven blushed. Should he admit
to putting cinnamon on everything he ate and drank because the smell reminded
him of his bun? No, he shouldn�t. He shouldn�t mention depriving himself from
coffee as well. He wouldn�t survive looking so desperate. �It reminded me of
you,� the mischievous words escaped his lips. Naughty words
disobeying their master.
Naruto snuggled while wiggling to
get more comfy. He almost slept right there and then against the other�s chest.
�I- [yawn] � missed you more.�
The Uchiha kissed the golden mope,
�Let�s go up.�
Finally out of the moment, Sasuke
looked around and noticed the staff staring at him. He could just see the shock
in their faces, and he loved it. They had always believed the man was an
asexual workaholic who was vulnerable to psychotic breakdowns, and not a lover
of a stubborn hot blond.
�Carry his bags up,� he ordered.
XXXXXX
The blond jumped onto the fluffy
bed, finally relaxing between the sheets. Sasuke stripped, kneeled on all four,
and crawled onto Naruto like a cougar. He planted a passionate kiss against the
plum lips, �You�re here to stay?�
�Depends,� Naruto struggled to fake
a smile as realization set on him. He had been so thrilled meeting with Sasuke
that he had forgotten all about the deal he had made with Shikamaru. He shifted
suddenly worried; if it didn�t work, he would have to leave Sasuke forever. He
couldn�t survive that.�
�What do you mean?�
�Ehm... I
made a deal with Shikamaru.�
�A deal?�
Sasuke backed away.
�Yeah.
Come here for a week and see if we can make things work. May be reach a compromise.�
�A week?
That�s too short-�
�Sasuke, if we can�t make it work...
I will have to give up on you, and move on with some guy he introduced me to.
That was the deal.�
The raven furrowed his brow,
crawling out of bed and towards the bathroom.
�Are you upset? You are upset,
aren�t you? I am sorry. I know I am selfish for assuming you are not over me-�
Naruto went on and on, realizing that he had just forced Sasuke into a deal he
had no say in. He had signed Sasuke up for potential heartache.
The raven walked out of the
bathroom a few seconds later ogling at the anxious look Naruto wore, �I am not
over you... We will make it work, alright? We have to make it work. I can�t
live without you.�
The blond nodded as Sasuke
approached him. The raven pressed his body against the sun kissed one forcing
him to lie on the mattress. The toned abs rubbed against the flat tummy, as
Naruto brushed his fingers over Sasuke�s bony ribs.
�Sasuke...� Naruto�s lips parted
when he noticed how much weight his love had lost.
Instead on answering, the Uchiha
climbed over the other, and started nibbling of the soft flesh around Naruto�s
nape. His hands slid down, finger tips tracing the curves of Naruto�s body.
When he reached the bun he loved so much, he squeezed gently.
The blond dug his thing fingers
between the locks of the dark hair, brushing the bangs away from the milky
skin. The other�s face, touch, and smell felt so nostalgic. It was one of those
moments you would like to frame, and store for cold nights in need for warmth.
XXXXXXXX
�You are really going to do this?�
Deidara asked. �What if he gets really angry at you?�
�I am sure he will,� The tall man
adjusted his tie.
�So why do it?� The blond eyed his
reflection in the mirror, slightly annoyed by a small zit on the side of his
nose.
�Because how else could you afford
going to that charity ball? The seat costs tweleve
hundred dollars, you know.� The man mocked. �It�s the perfect setting since
both Itachi and Sasori will be there. If Itachi wasn�t jealous enough from me
to snap, he will be jealous enough of Sasori.�
�Why would he be jealous of Sasori?
Sasori doesn�t even want me anymore,� The blond commented remembering how
Sasori had dumped him the day he found a younger better looking boy toy.
�It doesn�t matter what actually
happens. What does matter is what Itachi will see, and Uchihas tend to only see
what they think is going on, boy.� Kisame replied while bending over, and
sucking on the other�s neck.
�Hey! What the hell are you
doing?!� He tried to push the other away, but his hands were restrained.
A few seconds later, Kisame backed
away eyeing the large hickey he just planted. It was still a light shade of
pink, but he was sure it would be crimson enough by the time they arrive at the
ball. �Just in case telling Itachi that I will be paying your
lawyer fees doesn�t do it.�
The blond rubbed the sore flesh,
frowning in disgust. �You will really do that?�
�Let�s just say you owe me,� he
clapped his hands dusting it of nothing. �Make sure you act like your mine and
you like it.�
�What if he thinks I actually like
you, yeah?� He didn�t want Itachi to give up on him.
�Even better.
Uchiha�s hated when their egos don�t get to cum.�
�W-what?� He
raised one blond eyebrow.
XXXXXXX
Itachi leaned against his chic car,
sucking on his cigarette waiting of Kisame to arrive. He was never a fan for
smoking, but he needed relieve since he was just about to go to a ball where everyone
kissed everyone�s ass and faked interest in a charity cause
they don�t give a shit about.
He blew the smoke out his nose and
from between his lips, and watched it evaporate into the humid air. He looked
at the hotel a few meters away where he had to go, and sighed.
�Itachi,� A car passed by him,
parking right infront of his Mercedes.
The dark orbits observed as Kisame
walked out of the car, followed by Deidara. His eyes narrowed. �You�re late.�
�Sorry. The princess took forever
to get ready,� Kisame shrugged his shoulder hinting that the delay was Deidara�s
fault.
Itachi�s
eyes traveled towards the piece of art that had just exited the car. His mind
went blank for a minute before his friend interrupted.
�He wanted to thank you for hiring
a lawyer for him, but you don�t have to bother yourself anymore with this
problem. I will be taking care of it from now on.�
�What do you mean?� He raised a
dark eyebrow.
�You said you didn�t care about him
right. I assumed its okay to take him for myself. I need to add some spice in
my life.�
Itachi frowned noticing the pink
bruise on the tanned neck, �I see.�

�Or are you having second thoughts?� the strapping man smirked slyly.
�No, I am fine. I just never assumed
you are interested in him.�
�Well, the boy has many talents if
you know what I mean,� Kisame winked, sending angry shudders through Itachi�s body.
The pale Uchiha remained silent,
avoiding eye contact with the younger male. As soon as they walked into the
hotel, Deidara headed for the bathroom leaving the two business men alone.
�I thought you will bring a date?�
�I decided against it.�
Kisame examined and analyzed Itachi�s reactions carefully. The man was less talkative,
and more broody then usual.
�It�s your decision, but you know
what will happen when the money whores see you unaccompanied. Their will be a
few ladies stalking you tonight.�
�I won�t adjust myself to suit
them,� He almost spat losing his composure. That reaction alone made Kisame
smirk inwardly.
When Deidara returned, he whispered
a few words into Kisame�s ear. Directly afterwards, the tall man declared, �We
will be back�.
Itachi watched as they walked away
bothered by the fact that he couldn�t keep an eye on them anymore. Just when he
was about to calm himself down, Kisame�s large hand pinched Deidara�s butt. He
almost tossed the shrimp cocktail he was holding towards the crowed the two vanished
into.
�It�s an honor to finally meet you,
Itachi-sama,� A humble looking man appeared out of
nowhere beside the rich future heir. A small built young man hid behind the
other�s frame.
�Do I know you?�
The man laughed nervously, �I doubt
that a man of your position will know a mere Uchiha corporation employee like
me.�
�It�s always nice to meet a dedicated
employee,� Itachi faked a smile. He was sure the man had followed him with an ulterior
motive in mind. He is probably going to ask for some money, and brought his
son with him to sway me. Despicable.
�This is my son, Sora.� The man glared at his shy son to go ahead and bow to
the Uchiha. �He is still very shy, but he admires you greatly.�
�Thank you, Sora.�
Itachi smiled again, the same old smile.
The man then paused for a second
indicating to Itachi that he was about to bring his request on. Expectable. So what is it this time; Money? Position? Recommendation?
�M-My son...� The man�s voice
started to shake, and his hands started to tremble. He dropped his head down.
�I had to retire earlier this year because of some medical problems. I wasn�t
able to work anymore.�
Itachi heaved an irritated sighed,
�I presume you are asking for money.�
The man dropped his head, tears
starting to slide down his cheeks. �Please Itachi-sama, I will lose my house
and my wife if I don�t pay the loan sharks.�
�...�
�He-� The man pushed his son
forward. �He can be your servant. He can work the debt off-�
�You say you are afraid of losing
your wife?�
�Yes, sir.�
�Wouldn�t you lose her anyway if
she knew you were selling her son?�
The man shifted on his feet and
decided not to admit that it was a new young wife. �Working as a servant for
you is much better than having his father killed by loan sharks.�
When Itachi didn�t answer and only
looked at the entrance to the hall where the ball was held, the man continued.
�H-He- He is still innocent.�
Itachi slowly turned his head
towards the man, �Are you insinuating what I think you are insinuating?�
The man nodded, and the boy
shuddered.
For a second there, Itachi wanted
Sasuke to be there with him so he could see how spot on he was. He wasn�t a bad
brother, or so he believed. At least he wasn�t selling Sasuke for money. Plus, he
had told Sasuke before that money and power dictate people�s actions. If only
Sasuke was there...
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