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Lady Sings the Blues	By : antilogicgirl Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1015 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: “Lady Sings the Blues”
Author: antilogicgirl
Series: Naruto
Genres: angst, romance
Begun: April 27, 2008
Compelted: August 7, 2008
Summary: Naruto thought he knew everything about his best friend, but it would appear that he was mistaken. Sasuke, on the other hand has strange ways of dealing with his emotions.
A/N: Second part ready! It seemed a few of you really liked the first part. I’m glad. Here…it gets a little more interesting. Keep an eye out for some interesting stuff. Oh, a lovesick Sasuke is a wonderful Sasuke. He's got such an obsessive personality! Just as a side note, this story is actually finished being written. I'm going to post each new portion about...oh, say once a week, depending on reviews. So, keep a weather eye on the horizon, folks.
Warnings:
FL--Foul Language
S-ai--Shounen-ai
Part II: Lonely As You
Sakura bit her lip. She hoped that nothing bad would happen. Honestly, she was pretty sure that it would all go to hell in a hand basket, but Sai was right. During one of his rare moments of perceptiveness, he’d said that this needed to happen. From the corner of her eye, she watched the taxi drive away. There was no turning back now. Not for the first time, Sakura thought, wondering if they were doing the right thing.
Sai had been the first to find out. Of course, he was part owner of the club, so he had known everything immediately. He had accidentally let it slip to Ino. She, of course, was the biggest gossip know to man, so she told Chouji, who told Hinata. Hinata told Neji, and then Sakura found out. While their small group of friends was seated at the table Chouji had always reserved for them at his restaurant, they concocted their plan over a few too many bottles of sake. Now, carrying it out, Sakura felt sure that they would all be less a couple of friends by the time this thing was through.
On her left, Naruto offered her an arm, which she took. The building looked like it was built just after the war, with half of the bricks concealed by the ivy growing over them. Music could be heard outside the club, and it confirmed exactly what Sai had told her about the place. It was so ‘1940’s jazz club’ that it almost hurt her to look at it.
Above the entrance, neon kanji spelled out the name of the club: Silhouette. Black velvet ropes formed the area where a line of men and women were waiting to enter the building. A pair of massive Chinese bouncers regulated the flow of traffic. Naruto murmured, “Looks like a party…” They entered the line, which moved with relative swiftness into the club. When they got inside, there was a man sitting behind a small desk, extracting the cover charge from the bar’s patrons.
“How much?” Naruto asked.
The thin man replied over the loud music, “1,000 each,” and Naruto paid for both of them, handing over 2,000 yen (1). They made their way further into the club, which seemed to be painted entirely black. The dance floor was lighted in blue, purple and red, and the bar back glistened under blue lights. Sakura was impressed. Sai had told her he was one of the financial backers, but somehow, she had thought that he wouldn’t do anything that didn’t involve an art gallery. This place was simple, tasteful, and uncluttered. It must have been someone else that did the decorating.
She tried to pull Naruto further into the place, but he was too busy reading the events posters. There was, according to the posters on the wall, supposed to be a special event tonight. Photo-copied flyers in all shades of the day-glow rainbow showed a grainy photo of a very beautiful woman in a dark-colored floor-length dress. She was singing. Naruto stared at the poster nearest the door, eyes riveted to the photograph. “Naruto, are you okay?” Sakura asked loudly, trying to make herself heard over the music.
He pointed at the flyer and turned his fact toward her. “This chick…she looks familiar.”
Sakura nodded, “She really does. I feel like I’ve seen her before, too.” God, she felt like a horrible person. Maybe she should have one drink and pretend to be sick? This couldn’t be the right thing to do. But before she could excuse herself to the ladies’ room, Naruto was tugging her toward the bar, looking interested in the place and ready to have a good time.
Again taking out his wallet, they sat down in front of the polished black granite bar. “What are you drinking, Sakura?” He ordered a beer for himself, and she asked for a shot of tequila. One blonde eyebrow rose sharply. “You looking to get shit-faced? Don’t you remember the last time you had that stuff?”
“No…” she began, because she really couldn’t remember. Sakura had blacked out. If you don’t remember, you can’t learn your lesson. The alcohol was purchased, and she threw it back before opening her purse and ordering another. There was only a short time before the show, and she wanted to be plastered by then. Sakura was pretty sure that it would be the only way she’d get through this.
“Sayuri! You’re on in five minutes!” The disembodied voice of the night manager sounded loud in the space that was used for a dressing room. It was little more than an equipment room, really. The singer glanced over one shoulder, and straightened the neckline of the dress that hugged curves and flawless skin.
Usually, the dresses were sexy. Slinky fabrics, low-cut and almost sluttish, revealing far too much…tonight, however, the silk and taffeta concoction hearkened back to Marilyn Monroe and Audrey Hepburn, but only if they had been fond of black. Dark eyes closed as slender fingers reached for long black opera gloves. Stage fright never really went away. It just morphed into excitement later on, and helped boost the performance. It took long moments to steady a rapid heartbeat before Saiyuri stood.
The club had gone silent. It was time for the show.
Naruto watched the stage. From their current position at a table slightly off to one side of the microphone, he should be able to see the performance perfectly. He thought about the flyers and posters that had been plastered all over the entrance area. For the life of him, Naruto could not think of where he had seen that girl before. Then again, he might be wrong. The picture had been sort of crappy. The other tables were all filled, as well, with the occupants of the bar in obvious anticipation of what was to come.
For a moment, all lights except the bar back were extinguished, and the people fell into deep silence. He could make out a rustling sound not far away, which he interpreted as the mystery woman getting into position for her performance. Now that he thought about it, he’d been so occupied with trying to figure out where he’d seen her…he’d forgotten to notice her name.
“Ladies and gentlemen…” came a deep, masculine voice over the speakers, “Please show your love, once again, for the beautiful…the enchanting…Saiyuri…”
The spotlight seemed blindingly bright to Naruto’s eyes, dazzling him momentarily as it lit up the stage. An old-fashioned silver microphone sparkled, only distracting him for a split second. Then, he saw her. Perfection. It was the only word he could think of to describe this absolute vision in black. Pale, flawless porcelain skin, delicate features, hair the color of midnight.
The music started, a simple rim-shot that was muffled to sound like fingers snapping, along with the clenching of a high-hat cymbal. Saiyuri stepped up to the microphone, parted her crimson lips, and began to sing. Softly, but with an air of mischief to her alto voice, she sang, “Never know how much I love you…”
As the words to “Fever” echoed through the club, Naruto found himself completely entranced. There was a minimal, lady-like sway in her hips as she sang. He did not notice when Sakura got up from the table, leaving him alone. The house lights rose to a dim level as the song progressed, and Sayuri began focusing on individual members of the audience. Mostly, she seemed to be concentrating on the side furthest from where he sat. The woman did not notice him, and Naruto found himself willing her to look his way. When this first song was through, the audience erupted into applause and cheers.
A beautiful smile spread over her lips, and Saiyuri gave a little bow. “Thank you,” she murmured. Her voice was breathy and deep, almost…masculine…
With those two little words, Naruto’s entire world came crashing down. His eyes dissected the image in front of him, taking away the false eyelashes, the deep red lipstick…replacing the dress with a black business suit. Breathing was difficult. How…how had he not known? How had he not noticed, or put the pieces together? He could have done anything other than staying completely in the dark.
That was Sasuke up there. Uchiha Sasuke was wearing a freaking dress, and looking for all the world like a woman. When had his best friend become a jazz-singing drag queen? He did not know what was worse. That Uchiha Sasuke was wearing a dress, makeup, and singing so softly that even his own mother—God rest her soul—wouldn’t have recognized him…or that he felt attracted to the image. As Sasuke launched into another song, he sat motionless. His shock was so complete that all he saw was his best friend’s beautiful face, the way that carefully styled hair fell across his forehead, and now, how those dark eyes drifted over the faces in the audience, only to land directly upon him.
At first, Sasuke did as he always did. Looking from face to face, lending intimacy to the song, “Other dancers may be on the floor…but my eyes will see only you…” but during the instrumental break, his breath caught in his chest. If he were the type of man to try and lie to himself in the face of what he really wanted, he would tell himself that his inability to breathe was due to the corset he wore. But while he had been attempting to lie to the entire world for close to four years, he had always made a point to be brutally honest with his own heart.
The instant his eyes caught sight of blonde hair, of blue eyes wide in recognition, there was little he could do other than admit to himself for the millionth time how beautiful Naruto was. Though the shock written all over his best friend’s face was almost enough to send him running off of the stage, he continued the song, all the while utterly unable to look at anyone aside from Naruto. “I can hear the sound of violins, long before it begins…”
Naruto watched in fascination, pinned to the spot by those dark eyes, that voice. Every word, every note was so filled with longing that he understood without needing explanation the looks his best friend was giving him. The pleading expression, the yearning quality to Sasuke’s voice…He understood, suddenly, why Sasuke had been unable to truly look him in the eyes for a long time. The disappearances, the lack of romantic partners…it all made perfect sense. He understood. But…understanding did not mean he was all right with it.
Was this really the same Sasuke he had known since he was three? Graceful, delicate, undeniably beautiful, this side of Sasuke was so different that Naruto began to wonder if he had a split personality. Was this a cry for help? An act of rebellion? Well, his best friend was a little old for that, but Naruto was willing to entertain any explanation that did not involve the truth that came through in the way Sasuke was looking at him.
Before he knew what was happening, four more songs were done, and the stage lights went down. The spell broken now that he could no longer see Sasuke, Naruto got up from his seat. Dazedly, he began walking toward the door, everything other than what had just happened now forgotten.
Halfway across the dance floor, he felt a hand on his arm. Naruto’s feet stopped, as if they were glued to the hardwood beneath the soles of his shoes. A slow song began playing over cleverly hidden speakers, but he could hear Sasuke’s deep voice at his ear, “Wait,” it said breathlessly, as if he’d been running, “Please…”
When Naruto did not move to leave, Sasuke took a deep breath, and said, “Dance with me. I’ll explain.” Closing his eyes, Naruto tried to wish this away. But when he opened them again, he was still in the middle of the dance floor, and Sasuke was still holding him there. And people were staring at them. His free hand reached across his body, taking the gloved one that held his arm. For a moment, it felt strange as he gathered a silk-and-taffeta-swathed Sasuke into a rigid dancer’s stance.
“Explain.”
Sasuke flinched at that word. Naruto began to move them around the floor, and he tried to summon the words. “First…” he said, leaning forward slightly to be heard, “…I want to apologize.”
“For what? For lying to me, or for being homosexual?”
His back stiffened slightly, but Sasuke realized that the venom in Naruto’s voice was completely deserved. However, he clarified his meaning, his voice taking on a bit of an edge. “I am not going to apologize for the way I feel.” Sliding his hand up Naruto’s shoulder toward his neck, he invaded his friend’s space just a little. “But I want you to know how sorry I am that I couldn’t tell you…” Naruto was staring at him blankly, absolutely no emotion in his eyes. This expressionless look hurt Sasuke more than he thought possible. But now that he’d begun, he figured it all should come out.
“I couldn’t…I couldn’t tell you how much I care about you, Naruto.”
“Why?” he heard Naruto’s voice go hoarse, betraying the emotions he was obviously holding back.
“I was scared that you’d push me away.” Sasuke knew it was going to happen anyway, now. It was the only outcome that could possibly result from something like this. “So I stayed your friend. This…this just happened one day as a sort of joke.” He waved his hand to take in the club, indicating that getting in touch with his apparently musical feminine side had been quite accidental. “But I won’t pretend it hasn’t been somewhat therapeutic. I feel freer when I’m like this. It’s like I can say anything…” For long moments, they merely moved in a slow circuit of the floor, a heavy silence hanging between them. The already tense spring in Sasuke’s chest wound tighter and tighter until he couldn’t take it anymore. “Damn it, Naruto, say something.”
“What do you want me to say?” came the dull reply.
That was a good question, and it only really had one answer. Unfortunately, he couldn’t say that out loud. Not so soon. Instead, he said, “Tell me what you’re feeling. Tell me…tell me what you think of me.” The instant the words left his mouth, he wished them back. Any moment now, his best friend was going to rip his heart out of his chest and throw it onto the floor.
How was he supposed to answer that? What was he feeling? Hurt. Betrayed. Wronged. But he was not feeling that way because of the fact that Sasuke had lied to him for God knew how long. He felt like he’d been victimized because his best friend had thought he would not accept him as he was. Naruto had gay friends. Sai, for example, was queer as the day was long. He had no problem with him or any of the rest of them. But Sasuke was different. They shared a connection so deep that it was more than brotherhood.
Would he have pushed him away had Sasuke simply confessed his feelings? There was no way of knowing. He wanted badly to say that he would not have done so. Feeling awkward, to say the least, he said, “I don’t know what to think…and I have no idea what I’m feeling.” The grip he had on Sasuke’s waist loosened, his fingers sliding away from expertly tailored taffeta. “I have to go…”
Suddenly, he felt Sasuke’s hands tighten on him. “No,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically desperate with emotion. “Please don’t leave me.” Naruto blinked in confusion at the tears that had begun forming in Sasuke’s eyes. He had only ever seen this man cry twice. The first time had been when he broke his arm as a small boy, and the other had been when they were in high school, at his mother’s funeral. Now, the other man pressed his body forward, the feeling more than surreal.
Speaking without thought, he asked, “What do you want from me?”
Closing his eyes, Sasuke pressed his cheek against Naruto’s. If he could be honest with himself, he could be honest with this man. They were like extensions of one another. In a hoarse whisper, he said, “I want…all I’ve ever wanted is for you to love me, Naruto.” Their feet stopped moving. Naruto pulled away so that he could look Sasuke in the eyes.
“What if I can’t?”
Sasuke had not been able to prepare himself for how badly that hurt. It was the absolute worst pain he’d ever experienced, having his heart ripped from his chest, leaving only an empty hole. His mind stuttered, slowing and finally becoming still as it realized what the rest of him already had. “You…you don’t…” Shutting his eyes, he blocked out Naruto’s face. He wasn’t sure if he could take looking at those eyes just now. “God, I feel like an idiot…” He let go of Naruto completely and turned away, feet carrying him back toward the stage door.
He couldn’t believe it. The one person he cared for more than anyone, a man he’d grown to love…was incapable of loving him back. Fighting back tears, he turned the knob, disappearing a moment later into the fluorescent-lit dressing room.
Cultural Notes:
1) 2,000 yen—about 20 dollars US.
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