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Whispers	By : iLikeAngst Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1038 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Whispers
- 2-The Characters of Women
- 1
- 2
Special love to my awesome
beta Me-Chan! Bow to her greatness!

Disclaimers:

a)
I don’t own Naruto

b)
This is not a Sasuke X Sakura story. Sorry, to all the people who
thought it was.

c)
Warning it’s the themes that are adult in this story. There are
no lemons people, not unless I grow a backbone. The disturbing stuff
is implied and maybe squicky to some (no graphic descriptions, but
heavy hinting).

d)
I do not take any responsibility for any loss of sanity endured
because of this story.

*********-for shift in scene

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In
the days that followed the celebration, Sasuke had been especially
sullen and moody. His mother of course had been worried. Even now she
stole anxious glances at him, and bit her lip as if holding back a
tempting question. Instead, she busied herself with the meal in front
of her.

Sasuke
smiled at her tightly as he ate in quick jerky movements moving his
fork mechanically: down, cut in, out, down, cut in, out. Thoughtfully
she savored the sweet flaky hot cakes and dabbles of jam, a breakfast
tradition from when she had been a child. She always had a liking for
sweets. It was a shame none of her children had inherited her sweet
tooth. It certainly would have helped with her youngest son's mood
now.

Sasuke’s
mother sighed; he had always been a moody child. The only time he had
ever shined was in the presence of his older brother, but as soon as
that thought entered her mind she silenced it. This was not the time
for that; Sasuke was right there. She had to distract herself.

“I
was thinking we should invite Admiral Hatake to our New Year’s
dinner and celebration. It would only be appropriate since he was
your commanding officer. It has barely been a year since you’ve
left his service. There are not many young men that come back with
such a distinguished record and glowing praise. We should formally
thank him,” she said abruptly, dipping a forkful of hotcake
into a heap of preserves.

“Hn.”
He replied.

“Of
course, if you don’t want to invite him, I understand. We can
always send a belated Christmas gift. What do you think?”

“Hn,”
he replied again. His lips were drawn into a thin line and his brow
was furrowed downward. There was something he wasn’t
telling her, and not only was it worrying her, but it was setting her
curiosity on fire.

“Oh
Sasuke, I’ve noticed you haven’t sent Miss Haruno her
invitation yet. I hope you don’t forget.”

Sasuke
paused in his chewing, swallowing his food forcefully as if his
throat had turned suddenly dry.

“You
forget to invite Miss Haruno. She’s always such a pleasure to
have to dinner.”

“Ahem
. . . Baron and Baroness Uchiha, a Mr. Genma has come to visit,”
said a red-faced Ebisu. 'Ah, he is probably still angry at the fact
that the Captain had spilled hot tea onto his lap,' she thought. She
had never known that the Captain could be so clumsy. Ebisu had merely
been trying to wipe away a small crumb that had fallen on her chin
when the captain appeared to deliberately pour the tea on him.

With
a shuffle of footsteps, the
Captain entered the room. He bowed to both her and her son., She
blushed slightly looking at him. He was a bit of a rogue. One
couldn’t tell by his outside demeanor alone. He was always so
calm and civil. His hair was always tied back neatly and his clothes
were smooth and crisply ironed. However, the toothpick that lazily
lingered on the edges of his mouth caste a shadow of doubt on his
kempt appearance.

He
was a wild man. He had made his fortune sailing for the Royal Navy,
fighting by ship and by hand, ever since his boyhood. Even in
unofficial retirement he took it upon himself to visit the sea
several months out of the year. During his visits to Konoha he would
take it upon himself to go hunting without a gun, saying he could
kill any beast with his only his toothpick. As incredulous as that
was, he would still return home with a large amount of freshly
killed predators with no visible wound on them besides a small stick
jutting from a vein in their neck. He was a fierce and powerful man
concealed under a smooth and debonair exterior. Yes, there was no
denying it; Mikoto had a crush on the captain.

Of
course, if her son had any clue he probably would have forbidden the
Captain from coming within eight hundred feet of the estate.

“Sasuke,”
Genma nodded at the young man’s direction. “Ms. Uchiha,”
his voice was serious as silent laughter lit up his eyes. Mikoto
could feel her heart begin to pace. He had called her Miss. She
hadn’t been called Miss since she was sixteen. Sasuke had also
noticed the title he addressed her with. His eyes had moved up from
the table to study the morning visitor.

Genma
sat down with ease.

“Well,
Sasuke, no doubt your wondering why I’m here. Besides to enjoy
your mother’s wonderful tea,” he
said, causing a blush to Mikoto's cheeks. “I have
just received a letter from Hatake, who is vacationing by the sea
port on his doctors recommendations.”

Mikoto
watched her as eldest son glared warily at the older man as if
willing him to get to the point. 'They get this social ineptness
from you, Fugako,' she thought, internally reprimanding her dead
spouse.

“He
heard news that a ship carrying a band of army men has landed. From
what he could gather, the troops belong to a corp called the ‘Sly
fox’.”

Her
son dropped his utensils as his right eye began to twitch. Suddenly
the pieces clicked in her head.

“Naruto
is back!” she cried happily. She had an affection for the poor
orphan who was causing her son to twitch severely.

“It
might take some time before he gets home. It seems his Highness
Sarutobi has planned a great celebration for the successful war
heroes,”Genma said leaning backwards.

“Oh,
it’s been so long since I was at the seaport,” she
whispered longingly, “but I still remember
when they first brought the boys back. Ah . . . it was such a
beautiful celebration. Will you be going down there captain?”

“As
beautiful as things may be down there I find there are far more
beautiful things here,” he said gazing at her earnestly. She
felt her cheeks turn red.

“I
don’t think it’s appropriate for you to be flirting with
a man’s mother, Captain Genma,” Sasuke responded coldly,
effectively destroying the moment. He took a long slow sip of tea as
he stared the other man down.

Mikoto
felt her own eye twitch. ‘What did he think he was doing?
How dare him. Genma had only complimented her, and he…’

“Sasuke,
my son,” she said tightly, “just because
I’m your mother doesn’t
mean I can’t be another man’s mistress.” Her words
had their intended effect as Sasuke began to choke on his tea.
Genma’s mouth hung open in shock. Mikoto composed herself
before nodding her head toward Genma.

“If
you would like me to make you some tea, would you be kind enough to
step into the lounge? I’m sure we can have a more pleasant
conversation there,” Mikoto said warmly.

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He
tried to shake his head, but couldn’t stop the dull throbbing
ache. His mother had effectively shooed him out of the house and was
now alone with ‘that man’. He had tried to spy on
them, but his mother had found him and the look she sent his way,
well . . . perhaps he hadn’t gotten his deadly glare from
father. He clutched the invitation with his right hand, his left hand
holding tightly to his horse’s reigns. His mother’s
handwriting lilted across a pristine white envelop spelling a name
that made his stomach churn.

He
urged his horse forward down the same road he had retreated from a
few nights prior. He scowled darkly at the memory. To have lost his
nerve over some phantom. He felt foolish, perhaps the local idiocy
had begun to rub off on him.

The
afternoon shadows twisted through the pockets of trees and left
sickly grey impressions upon the cold barren earth. He scowled darkly
as the school house came into sight. He urged his horse forward,
closer to the building, as if trying to dispel the lingering shame of
cowardice. He held his head up like a lord surveying his terrain. His
horse, possessing the same temperament as its master, also reared
it’s head up haughtily, ignorant of the twig it snapped. The
sudden breach of silence was answered with a snarl. Sasuke’s
horse quickly turned about face as a white gnarling beast leapt
toward them. Sasuke attempted to calm down his mount, but the steed
simply charged away blindly. Still the savage beast howled and chased
after them with a monstrous spark of energy. With shining teeth
and gleaming eyes, it must have been a wolf. Sasuke unbuttoned the
inside of his vest pulling out a shinning revolver hidden in his
breast pocket. With a firm grip he pointed it at the beast. The wolf
thing howled startling his horse, causing the bullet to fly past its
mark and smash into a tree trunk inches away from the strange
creature. The animal bit out a snarl as it backed away. ‘It
isn’t that stupid,’ Sasuke thought bitterly as he
watched the animal steadily retreat warily regarding the firearm.

“Uchiha
Sasuke! What the hell do you think your doing waving a gun around in
a school yard !?!” came a harsh cry behind him. Sasuke whipped
his head around to see two women staring at him. One caught in an
ever familiar scowl, two glaring green orbs promising torture and
pain. The other a pale creature wrapped in dark and unassuming dress
with a gray shawl covering most of her head.

“Sakura,”
Sasuke said curtly, nodding his head
to the scowling pink-haired woman. “Don’t just 'Sakura'
me! Answer my question!”

“I
was merely putting down a wild animal,” he said evenly.

“What
wild animal? Look around you, you twit! Besides you, there are no
beasts here,” she said stomping her foot in anger and glaring
at him. He turned to look around him. The wolf had vanished. He
sighed, as if he really needed this.

“Well
it’s gone now,” he stated simply trying to ignore her
twitching eyebrow.

“You,
you—” she muttered irately before he interrupted her.

“Yes,
we could spend the next half hour talking about me, but I hope your
friend is somewhat more interesting,” he
said thoughtfully. “Though judging by her attempt
to disappear behind you, I venture to say not by much more.”

The
pale woman’s faced turned deep red in embarrassment. She began
fidgeting with her fingers as she bit her lower lip.

“Sasuke,”
his friend hissed in warning, “this is Hinata, the new school
mistress. Hinata, this is Baron Sasuke Uchiha. Sasuke, Hinata is from
a very prestigious family and has received a very solid education.
She is someone deserving of your respect! ”

“Solid
education?” he mused over the phrase solemnly, “I find
that women’s education is sorely lacking in anything solid.
Most are taught etiquette and how best to tie their girdles into
attractive figures.” The pale girl looked up at him. He
suppressed a small grunt of shock at the two pale orbs that were
staring at him. Dark navy hair slipped from her shawl falling
over her face, casting shadows that brought to mind previous
nightmares. She bit her bottom lip bringing color to it, a small
suggestion of a still beating heart on an otherwise ghostly figure.

“T-t-that
isn’t t-true for all women,” her voice fumbled quietly as
she turned her eyes downward, a blush creeping across her cheeks. He
kicked himself mentally when he realized he had been staring. “M-ms.
Sakura is proof of that,” she said in a mouse whisper. Her face
turned even redder. 'Dear God,' he thought,' she isn’t
attracted to me already, is she?' He had enough women fawning
over him as is.

“Of
course, Sakura is an exception to this. In fact, she is an exception
to how most proper women should act.” He
said quickly.

“Sasuke!”
Sakura screeched at the backhanded compliment/insult, “Don’t
listen to him Hinata. He may have a title but he has the social
graces of an inebriated baboon. He gets off on making other people
uncomfortable. You never know what to think with him; he is just too
confusing.”

“ But
women are the really confusing ones. As the poet Jonathon Swift put
it so aptly: ‘In Men, we various Ruling Passions find. In
Women, two almost divide the kind; Those, only fixed, they first or
last obey, The Love of Pleasure, and the Love of Sway.’ It is
women who cannot decide what they want and complicate matters. Men
like me prefer directness.”

“Really?”
Sakura asked smiling, a hint of amusement in her voice, “Then
why don’t you say what you came here to say. Or perhaps my eyes
are deceiving me and that envelop doesn’t have my name on it.”
The other woman giggled slightly before being silenced by a glare
from the dark haired man.

“My
mother wished to invite you to dinner,” he said curtly handing
her the envelope. Sakura’s smile fell as she looked at the name
on the envelop. The name Mrs. Sakura Yakushi glared at him. He tried
to ignore his irritation.

“Tell
your mother 'thank you',” she said forcing a smile on her face,
“Sasuke…”

“Yes?”

“May
I bring Miss Hinata with me?” Sakura asked, “I just
realized I had invited her over to my house on New Years, but my
house is always so dull. Besides, I can get her acquainted with some
of the town's characters, and show her who to avoid,” Sasuke
looked over at the shy woman. His brows furrowed; he felt uneasy
about her. This woman had seen him run away like a coward. He shook
it off, not forgetting the wound to his ego. Still, it appeared she
hadn’t recognized him. A soft cough from his old friend brought
his mind back. She looked at him puzzled. 'Ah,' he thought,
'time for a quick retort.'

“Sakura,
are you saying I fraternize with undesirable people?”

“No,
I’m saying your one of those undesirable people,” she
quipped back, sticking her tongue out at him half-heartedly.
Curiosity still shone in her eyes. He could tell she was
suspicious; best to divert her attention elsewhere.

“Very
well then, Miss Hinata would you care to join us for a New Year's
dinner and celebration.”

“I
w-would be honored, B-baron Uchiha,” the shy woman stuttered
with downcast eyes.

“Sasuke.
I prefer to be called Sasuke,” he said tightening his grip on
the reigns readying himself to say goodbye when her soft voice broke
the silence.

“Bar-
I mean S-s-sasuke, that q-quote from before. . . ” she paused
as fear crept into her eyes. He was glaring at her.

“Yes?”
he questioned impatiently.

“It
was . . . it was by Alexander Pope, sir. It’s from the
poem ‘Epistle to a Lady’,” the dark haired woman
said quietly.

Sasuke
blinked as Sakura began guffawing loudly. There went his plan for
preserving his dignity.

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A/N
: Bwahaha, I just had to have Hinata show off arrogant Sasuke.

I
love Mikoto, perhaps a little too much so. I just enjoyed writing her
that the whole scene. It even went longer then I thought it would. I
love writing conversations. These are just such fun characters to
talk with. I know that sounds strange, but yeah.

Critiques
are welcomed. Flames help keep me warm at night. Love to all my
special readers!
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