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Runaway Love	By : DevilnBlue Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1424 -:- 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-Prologue
- 2-Chapter One
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Hello Assassin's Kiss here finally installing the next chapter to a fic I started a long time ago. I should have known I wasn't going to get a lot of reviews for a chapter that was probably only three pages long and consisted of Sasuke running for his life but a girl could dream, right? I at first didn't think I'd update this story this year because I didn't quite know how to continue but now I do and I hope this is one of the ones that continue. Hope you enjoy and hope to hear from you soon. ^^
Runaway Love
Azure pools narrowed in concentration as brown fingers deftly made the first of many strokes against his new, creamy white canvas. Black lines, that thickened and thinned, twisted and curled along the curves of high cheekbones and a noble brow, then decided to slide gracefully down the slope of an aristocratic nose.
Minutely the artist would pause to really look down at his subject to make sure that he was still unmoving before he made another black line. And only when he was sure he was finished and the paint had dried did he finally let a small smile of satisfaction blossom across a generous mouth.
A slightly callous hand quickly delved into his pants pocket to withdraw a camera phone, before the necessary functions were activated. Then a golden head tilted slightly to the side to see that he had perfectly captured his subject matter before the flash of a light briefly lit the room as his phone took the picture.
"Perfect," the blonde male almost purred out his satisfaction. The boredom that had eaten away at him little by little since the stranger's arrival had now dissipated to a dull ache now that a bit of mischief was wrought. And now that there was no fear of being caught with his hand in the proverbial 'cookie jar' he thought it a perfect time to wake up his living, breathing canvas.
"Wake up little runaway," the artist murmured softly. The kind words were quickly countered by the vicious poke of his index finger against the intruder's cheek. The eventual slap, that was sure to come at such an obvious intrusion on personal space, was halted only by the handcuff that kept his new guest's movements restricted.
The older male watched in tireless fascination as irritation wrinkled up the otherwise smooth, adolescent's brow. Another tug was then given in vain as his captive tried to free his hand, only to feel something soft yet hard digging into his tender wrist.
Inquisitive black orbs slowly revealed themselves behind a fan of dark, sooty lashes as the irritable 'Sleeping Beauty' finally awakened. He stared blurrily at the ceiling in front of him before his gaze shifted to a tall, attractive blonde that had appeared to be watching him intently, almost analytically. 'An adult, why is he...? Where am I?' He thought trying to process why his back was on something soft and comfortable instead of the unforgiving surface of a park bench or cemented floor.
He hadn't slept this good and so peacefully in decades it seemed, even though it had been less than two weeks since this whole incident started. It still kind of worried the brunette that he could sleep so peacefully in a home he was now realizing he knew nothing about; under the supervision of a person whose trustworthiness seemed doubtful. That he would let his guard down for this stranger... 'Why?'
'I remember running... running because they were chasing me again. The last spot I stayed at was compromised. Someone tipped them off... I think that's right. So I had to get away. And then there was a light and a man with such kind, forgiving eyes. I ran towards him and... And...' He trailed off in thought in order to address the pounding headache and the gnawing hunger in his stomach.
"Well good morning stranger." The blonde said brightly and simply to the questioning gaze directed towards him. He seemed not to mind at all that just yesterday this teenage boy had stumbled into his home and into his life, leaving behind unanswered questions and spilled trash. No instead, he focused on taking another photo now that his living art was awake and moving.
"Stop that!" The brunette growled out bitterly. His eyes watered up slightly as he tried to blink away the spots that danced before him before trying to stifle a yawn.
"Stop what?" The older male said innocently enough. A lone brow rose in question while he distractedly looked down at the newest image on his phone. It was definitely a keeper and so he quickly set it as his wallpaper before focusing his attention silently back on his captive.
"Poking me and taking pictures of me, you twit," grounded out the runaway, truly pissed off. He hated when people invaded his personal bubble. And he most definitely hated when people openly gawked at him like he was some exotic specimen that needed to be studied under a microscope.
"Well is that anyway to talk to your rescuer?" The blonde man said haughtily as he made a 'tsk, tsk' sound before suddenly smiling brightly again. He really couldn't stay mad at the teen; especially not when the lines he painstakingly drew on the teen's face took away most of the bite from his words. "I wanted to make sure that you weren't dead, you know? It'd be a pity if you were..." he tsked as if truly saddened.
"How thoughtful of you," the captive drawled out dryly even as he ventured to straighten up. Or at least he tried to until he realized that a pair of fuzzy handcuffs connected to the headboard restrained his wrists. "And how do you explain the handcuffs, dobe?" he asked accusingly.
An eyebrow twitched in irritation at the 'D' word but the blonde otherwise absorbed the insult with amusement. Especially when he noticed that the teen in front of him seemed to be so levelheaded and took in the entire situation with a grain of salt. He didn't outright panic at being handcuffed, just studied the fuzzy manacles thoughtfully as if he was planning to do a Houdini at any moment. His captor would sure as hell have loved to see that but refrained from getting up to pop some popcorn for the show.
"I was testing to see if you were kinky." The blonde offered up smoothly as an answer with the straightest face he could muster. He didn't know why he wanted to tease the young man; he just knew that the no-nonsense vibe that the youth was radiating tickled his funny bone and summoned a more sadistic streak in him somehow.
The brunette paused to digest what the man in front of him said before he began to thrash around to get free. 'I had to run into a pedophile of all things!' he hissed out in his head. He was pissed as hell and was starting to fear, greatly for his virginity.
"Calm down. Calm down! Fuck, I was just kidding. You know ha ha, very funny," the older male tried to reassure. He paled under his tan as he quickly stumbled up from his seat, his blue eyes wide in his shock. He had thought unwittingly that the two of them would continue in their witty little banter but he guessed he took the conversation too far. Far enough, it seemed, to drive the youth to struggle to break free. So he quickly made placating, shushing noises and tried to wave the runaway to calm down.
"Well you're the only one laughing!" the brunette snapped back. He sure as hell didn't find being tied up by such an undignified device amusing; not one little bit.
"Maybe if you actually had a funny bone in your body you might just see the humor in this whole situation. Really," Naruto insisted even as he let out a frustrated sigh and collapsed back into his chair. He gave up completely on trying to calm the boy down. Sure he could have pushed the teen's shoulders down but then there was still the matter of the legs, and he was pretty sure that his new guest wouldn't take kindly to him straddling him to pin him down. So he sighed once more and looked contemplatively at his captive, elbow on knee with hand cupping his chin, parallel to the 'Thinking Man'.
"What of being tied up by a stranger with fuzzy handcuffs is funny? I'm sorry… your humor and mines vary greatly," the teen said dryly as he settled down only to give his best glacial glare at his 'generous' host.
The man had the decency to blush a bit in embarrassment as his gorgeous blue orbs skated away from the brunette's scathing look. A nervous yet slightly goofy smile played across his lips as he slouched back against the chair, one arm thrown behind it while he rubbed the back of his head with his unoccupied hand. "The handcuffs were a gag birthday gift. I'm really not that kind of person. I mean... I'm an elementary school teacher for Kami's sake." The blonde tried to explain as he eased the legs of his chair back so that he tottered on the hind legs as he rocked thoughtfully. 'It's not like I molested him.' The blonde grumbled to himself, almost pouting.
"Well whatever. Are you going to release me?" The irritated canvas questioned, thrusting up a bound wrist before giving it a little shake for emphasis. Even though the fuzzy part of the handcuffs helped to absorb the harsh edge of the handcuffs it didn't stop it from hurting after his vicious struggling.
"I don't know... I have to honestly think about it," the blonde stranger mused out loud, eyes looking thoughtful for once. He wasn't bullshitting and trying to yank the kid's chain this time. It was just he couldn't just have some strange guy running around in his house all willy-nilly. 'Besides I didn't even check his backpack to see if there was an ID hidden somewhere among his worldly possessions,' he thought with a deep frown marring his handsome features.
It would have been an invasion of privacy, sure. Although on that same note it seemed odd for him to think that handcuffing his captive was close to being acceptable. It was most likely that practical joker in him coming out. That same side that had thrived all the way up to his high school years before his rival/best friend Itachi Uchiha beat the shit out of him for dyeing his beautiful ebony hair bubblegum pink.
"But the least I can do is give you my name. I'm Naruto Uzumaki and I will be your host for this afternoon. Now your turn," Naruto suggested with a helpful nod.
"..."
"Come on I know you have a name. Unless… Well I barely know you but if you want me to name you instead? I was thinking..." The blonde trailed off thoughtfully as if seriously thinking about giving this stranger a new name.
"I'm Sasuke Niwa. Don't try to remember too hard because I'm not staying for very long. And I also so happen to be your hostage, not guest," he said wryly, adding a dry smile after the last words.
"Would you consider yourself a guest if I release you from your bounds?" asked Naruto, even as he mischievously waved a key in front of him.
"Hn," Sasuke consented. But already his eyes were roaming the room, looking for his backpack so that when he made his grand escape he wouldn't leave anything valuable behind like the last bit of cash, clothes and his cell phone. If he had decided to look around the room that he was and hadn't been tied up in such a situation he would have grudgingly admitted that it did have a comfortable homey feel; almost like a room you'd find in a bed and breakfast except more lived in.
"Okay I freed you, now what?" Naruto asked sitting back in his chair. The front legs of his chair went up as he rocked back, teetering on the hind legs and waiting for his freed captive to make the first move.
"I'm going to leave, that's what," the irate teen declared.
"Well that's not very interesting, is it? Do you have a place to go to Mister Runaway?" Naruto questioned, slamming his chair back down to all fours. He wasn't really willing to let such a spirited person leave his presence not since he spent most his time watching over and taking care of children who were unable to handle a proper adult conversation. He could have called up one or more of his friends but they were so busy living such glamorous lives that finger painting with a five-year-olds seemed miniscule in the grand scheme of things. Besides, since his breakup with his long time boyfriend of three years he had been politely made a point of ignoring them. He just didn't know which friends he would get to keep in the breakup and didn't like mincing over such difficult decisions when he could just leave it to the universe to somehow straighten things out.
"It's none of your business. I've known you for like, what two minutes and all you've offered me was a scene from some psycho-thriller. So sorry I'll pass on this little situation you've got going and seek residence elsewhere," spat out a disgruntled Sasuke already starting to stand. He had half expected the tall man to reach his big hand out and snatch up his thin wrist when he walked pass him to retrieve his backpack but all the blonde did was watch.
"Well than you better find a place quickly then," Naruto replied nonchalantly, shrugging. He almost smiled as the brunette narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the blonde before checking to see if everything was there.
"Why?" Sasuke ventured to speak after feeling satisfied that everything, including his four pair of underwear were still in his backpack. He shouldered his bag, now eyeing the door unconsciously, knowing he'd once more have to pass the blonde to get to it. Sasuke wasn't naïve enough to think that just because this odd man let him pass this far meant he'd let him leave his house.
"Well didn't you know there's supposed to be a nasty thunderstorm?" Naruto sighed out in mock frustration. He then gestured with his hand when a loud sounding boom of thunder sounded from the distance followed by a downpour of rain. "See, but then again I guess runaways don't have time to check the weather report, now do they?" he mused aloud.
"I'll find a way," Sasuke gritted out. It was like Kami was conspiring against him. His backpack wasn't waterproof and even if it were it wouldn't protect him from the downpour he heard outside. He knew if he looked out the window the houses on the other side of the street would be obscured by falling water.
"Why don't you just stay here? Just for one more night. It won't be any problem for me. Besides when you stumble into my house, you didn't have any shoes on," suggested Naruto, tired of the teen staring blankly at the curtained window.
Sasuke stared stupidly down at his dirty socks. He had completely forgotten that he lost and kicked off both his shoes in his eagerness to get away. "Why are you being so nice to a stranger? I could handcuff you like you did me and rob you while you're sleeping," spat out Sasuke indignantly. He wasn't much for getting handouts, especially since before he ran away he was financially secure enough that he didn't have to worry about silly things like bills.
"Well there is that. But... I kinda believe I can trust you. You see I was a runaway once too," Naruto admitted; his fingers combed through his bangs, before looking thoughtfully back at the runaway.
"You, why?" Sasuke couldn't help but ask. He scowled after the words had come out. But honestly he didn't have to run out to except for rain and he was genuinely curious how this blonde had managed to survive the process.
"Circumstances drove me to it," the blonde said bluntly. He was already reaching for a pack of cigarettes but remembered as he patted his shirt pocket that he had promised his former sensei that he had given the stuff up for real this time.
"What kind of circumstances?" Sasuke pressed, even as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed so he could see the blonde male properly. He didn't like the fact that the blonde's blue eyes skating away from his as he rocked back once more on the chair's hind legs.
"Would you like pancakes? I finally mastered the art of making chocolate chip pancakes without hardening them," offered Naruto, trying to hide the frown that marred his handsome face.
"You're changing the subject," growled out Sasuke in annoyance. He was halfway tempted to kick the blonde's chair when Naruto slammed his chair back down to all fours.
"I know... go with it. You might like it," Naruto said mysteriously, with a mischievous smile and a wink. He lept to his feet, slamming the chair back down on all fours before he began to walk out the door. Then when it looked like the raven was following him, he returned back and looked askance at the teen.
"Hn." Sasuke replied. Slowly he stood up and followed the expectant blonde out of the guest room and into the kitchen. His eyes couldn't help but gravitate to the entryway that he had stumbled into in his made escape for a safe sanctuary. It wasn't too late for him to run out but the brunette had already lost the battle to his curiosity when he set his backpack on the floor and followed the blonde into the kitchen.
"So what about those pancakes or are you the type of person who can't stand sweet things?" Naruto asked, he was already tying a white apron over his navy blue turtleneck and jean pants. His big hands rolled up the his shirt before he pulled out a handkerchief from a drawer to tie it over his bangs, preventing them from flopping into his face.
"Can't stand them more or less and you look like someone's house wife," Sasuke interjected even as he slid into one of only two chairs offered in the small kitchen.
" Do I?" the blonde asked distractedly as he began the process of gathering ingredients. He hadn't gone to the grocery store in a while but he did have enough for a nice beef stew with the cubed meat the neighbor lady offered him yesterday in thanks of him watching her dog the other day. "Have you ever cooked before?" he asked over his shoulder even as he placed a big pot on the stove's burner.
"Never," Sasuke stated proudly and with a snort.
"Not even in home ec.?" Naruto said in surprise. He knew many guys didn't make their own lunches when there were their mother's bentos, convenient store food or school lunches to substitute for actually cooking for themselves. But when you were a bachelor like Naruto, it seemed more than reasonable to rely on your own cooking versus a take out menu.
"Why would I have a reason to join?" the brunette demanded even as leaned his elbows on the table. He really couldn't figure this guy out. One minute he seemed like an outright psychotic prevent and now he looked like he was a happy homemaker.
"I heard you could meet girls there. That's where I met Hinata and Temari. Though Temari, who's sweet in her own way, is someone you should never... I mean never eat from if you don't want to end up in the hospital." He warned, pausing to wag his finger at the teen who only rolled his eyes. "No, I'm serious. I had to get my stomach pump after trying a homemade obligation chocolate. Worst Valentine's Day ever."
"You know, you aren't like most adults," Sasuke commented off-handedly laying his chin in his hand. He found, despite himself, that he was already starting to relax around the bubbly blonde. He was still weird but a charismatic kind of weird that was more attractive then off putting. It didn't hurt that when the blonde smiled his sapphire eyes lit up and made the runaway fugitive forget why he was running in the first place.
"Should I take that as a compliment? Because I will if pressed," Naruto said jokingly with a crooked smile.
"Funny. But no, you're... I don't know different somehow, weird," Sasuke mused aloud, his brow furrowed as he seriously tried to pinpoint what Naruto was. "Yet it makes me want to put my trust in you, like when you told me everything will be okay earlier when I first started to freak out," the brunette confessed looking down at the table. He frowned when he felt those inquisitive blue eyes looking at him thoughtfully for a moment, letting out a sigh of relief when they looked away.
"Of course everything will be. You are talking to the great Naruto Uzumaki," the blonde said turning around in order to thump his chest proudly. He smiled, pleased even as the brunette teen rolled his eyes in derision and amusement. It seemed miles better than the fear and panic that first etched itself across the little runaways face when he openly began to sob on top of him. "But seriously, I had no plans on violating you back there. I was actually kind of worried about you since you had slept for almost a whole day. I was actually thinking about calling the hospital but then decided to draw on you instead because I got tired of waiting for you to wake up," Naruto confessed the last part with a shrug before tending his brew. Throughout the conversation he had been adding the chopped cubes, some seasoning. Added fresh, tomato paste and potatoes and other vegetables that would go well with beef stew.
"Idiot like anyone would… wait… draw on me?!" Sasuke asked in alarm, shooting up to his feet. The chair
"Go look in the bathroom mirror. I think It's my best work since becoming an art teacher; but you might not necessary think—" But Sasuke was already dashing out of the kitchen and to the nearest bathroom. The blonde could he a volley of cursing that made his ears burn even as he quickly lowered the stove's burner before following the brunette at a leisurely pace into the bathroom. "Sorry about that. I was a bit of a delinquent when I was your age," Naruto confessed, even as he tugged off his head handkerchief.
"Idiot, why the hell… what kind of excuse is that for a grown adult to make. It doesn't even sound sincere?!" Sasuke spluttered out, glaring at the blonde man through the bathroom mirror. His hand balled around a wad of paper towels, wondering why he had insanely began to trust this man who seemed childish at best and sadistic at worst.
"Here it will help if I do this for you." Naruto offered this, slowly prying the tissues from the teenager's hand before gently gripping the brunette's chin. "I need your face turned this way so I can see it better. Although it's such a shame to erase such a masterpiece," the blonde male sighed out in disappointment. That, however, didn't stop him from wetting the paper towel in warm, soapy water before gently scrubbing the ink from the brunette's face, starting with his cheek.
Sasuke could feel himself blushing, all the fight leaving him as his eyes having no where else to look at but Naruto's face since it was so close to his own. He could see the concentration on the blonde's face as he tried his best to get rid of the black marking without hurting him in the process. His brow furrowed thoughtfully as the soapy towel gently, brushed across the corner of his mouth. The runaway wondered to himself if that was how the blonde man had looked as bent over his sleeping form. Did he part his, and take him in with those narrow azure pools fringed in dusty gold lashes, his warm breath gently brushing over his face.
They were so intimately close, Sasuke's hip practically digging against the sink, that if the brunette didn't know better, he'd have thought the older male was going to kiss him. He found himself licking his chapped lips in anticipation. His hand already moving to on to Naruto's immobile wrist when something outside of his little bubble, decided to make it's presence known.
"Hey blondie, why haven't you been answering your cellphone!" called out a deep male voice from somewhere in the hallway. The man the voice belonged to appeared whirring a set of keys on one lone digit while coming to rest his hip against the doorframe. His brow rose incredulously at the curious sight enfolding before him. "Care to explain why you're molesting jailbait over there."
"Shut it Itachi, don't you see I'm busy?! And who told you, you could use my emergency keys to break in," growled out Naruto pissed. He was already turning away from Sasuke, his hand fisting around the now dirty paper towel, eyes narrowed at the intruder when he felt the teenage brunette grip his elbow.
"Who the hell is he?!" Sasuke growled out, displeased that this intruder was interrupting his time with his blonde jailer.
To be continued...
(1) – I gave Sasuke the last name of Niwa instead of Uchiha because if he ends up staying with Naruto then he'll have to create a new identity for himself.
A/N: Weird, huh, that Sasuke doesn't recognize Itachi. Well that's because the Uchiha brothers are not brothers in this fic. It's an AU and before you get your hopes up that Naruto is going to be the uke meat between an Uchiha sandwich, it's not going to happen. Sasuke is uke in this story and Naruto, no matter how childish, is seme. If you have read my Naruto stories before you will notice I rarely make Naru-chan uke. Even as I call him Naru-chan I do it doesn't mean I think he's not seme material. He is more than Sasuke-teme with that pretty little face of his. Meh, I'm ranting but anyway if you like it please let me know what you like about it instead of just saying I like it. It's soo… not the same. I honestly will try to update the best I can but until then I’m offering a deal on my profile until I can prioritize my stories better. If you are interested please check it out if not I still hope you enjoyed this story.; Ja ne XP
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