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Night Rain	By : ItaNarulover Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters, they are all owned by Masashi Kishimoto, nor do I make money out of writing this.

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Disclaimer:I do not own Naruto or any of the characters, they are all owned by Masashi Kishimoto, nor do I make money out of writing this.

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A/N:Ugh… new chapter.

Here it is.

Enjoy!

Warnings: Incest, male/male, angst, etc.

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"Speaking"

'Thinking'

Reading

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Night Rain

Chapter 2

"Ah…" Sasuke groaned as the fleshy length slowly slid in and out of his behind, his muscles burning deliciously every time it retreated, clutching at the intruding member fiercely as it brushed against his inner walls.

Clawing at the sheets, he pushed his ass up higher towards his brother, wanting deeper penetration, to have that gland inside of him pleasurably stimulated. Feeling the head of Itachi's cock graze it on a particular hard thrust, he cried out, his entire body shaking from the pleasurable sensation.

"Fuck… you're always so… damn… tight." Itachi panted as he felt muscles clamp down on his cock fiercely, creating a tight clenching grip around his heated flesh. Slowly and repeatedly penetrating the twitching hole, he savored the sensation of being so intimate with his brother, hearing him mewl and moan, seeing and feeling him twist and arch at his movements, his actions.

So lost in pleasure that neither of them noticed their heartbroken companion a few meters away, watching them through the slightly opened door.

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'Always?' Naruto thought devastatingly, tears gathering in his eyes. 'This isn't the first time? They've been doing this before…?'

Never in a million years could he have foreseen this.

'What…? How…?'

'Why…?'

His hands were shaking so badly that they let go of the bouquet, making it drop to the floor, rose pedals scattering across it.

Startled he turned his gaze towards the bed, afraid that they might have noticed him.

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"You love having my big… cock… in your ass… don't you… little brother…?" The older man murmured, putting emphasis on the words by thrusting hard, stroking the younger man's cock simultaneously, his hips gyrating and undulating.

The sound of firm hips slamming against a fleshy backside along with wet squelching noises filled the sunlit bedroom, backs glistening as bodies moved in sync.

Sasuke's back was arching tremendously, high pitch cries leaving his throat with every thrust and stroke, Itachi's black tresses sweeping over his back like a drape made out of the finest silk, dancing in the sunlight.

"Ah… more 'Tachi, please..." Sasuke whined, his hands gripping the sheets painfully, knuckles white, body being pushed forward toward the headboard with each subsequent thrust.

Teary eyes watched the interaction, blurry figures moving on the bed he once slept in, his heart clenching excruciatingly with every thrust, moan and word emitting from them. 'Please… stop…'

Not once noticing him, their bodily sounds smothering his hitching breaths.

"Ah… 'Tachi, I love you… so much." Sasuke panted, stretching his head backwards to kiss his brother, lips glistening with saliva, his pale body meeting his brother's thrusts erratically.

The kiss was passionate, filled with love and lust, tongues battling, gliding along lips and teeth, their mouths wet and their breaths warm.

"Love you too… little brother…" Itachi answered as he broke away from the kiss, panting heavily. Moving his mouth towards Sasuke's neck, he nibbled and kissed it lovingly. Both of them nearing completion, their pace getting sloppier and hasty.

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Feeling it getting harder to breathe, his lungs desperately fighting for air, Naruto turned to leave, unable to watch them anymore. It hurt, God, it hurt.

With raspy breaths silently erupting from his mouth, he walked toward the stairway, tears falling rapidly. His whole body was aching, shaking from the strain of holding back and staying quiet, the pain so vicious.

Gripping the hand-railing of the staircase, his hands wrenched around it, afraid that he would fall if he didn't, his strength all gone. Slowly he descended, every step ripping him apart, the noises from the bedroom reverberating through the house, torturing his very core.

Choking back a sob, not wanting to make the ravens aware of this presence, he opened the door leading outside and closed it silently behind him before running out into the street. Passing a few neighbors by on his way, he disregarded their worried stares and calls of his name. He couldn't stop, he couldn't stay. Not anymore. He had to run, had to go, he had to get away from here.

Ignoring his protesting muscles, he increased his speed, moving rapidly, the surrounding sceneries all blurred. Finally stopping by a secluded forest much farther away, he hazily walked inside and slumped against a tree, falling onto his knees, allowing himself to let it out.

'Why?' He thought, his throat sore from all the wails and screams escaping it, his voice too weak to be heard.

'If they love each other as much as they do, why make me stay there with them living a lie?'

'Why plan weddings and adoptions when …' Unable to finish the train of thought, feeling his heart shatter in realization of his dreams being crushed, he gripped the leaves and fir needles on the ground below him tightly, breaking apart.

'When did it start? How long have they been doing this? Have they always…?'

'Was it my fault? ... It was, wasn't it? Everyone always tells me what an idiot I am, I must have screwed up again, right? I must have done something bad, right?'

'Was it because I worked too much? Eight hours a day, five days a week?'

'Was it because I was less cheerful? Not smiling as much as before?'

His fingers were breaking through the soil, knuckles white as he kept on pressing. His eyes shut tightly, his breath hitching continually as tears escaped his eyes, trailing down his cheeks.

'Do they even love me anymore? Did they even love me at all?'

'Didn't those years mean anything, to the both of them?'

'Have I been fooled this entire time?'

Thoughts and questions plagued his mind, tearing his heart open, shattering the walls he build up so long ago, pain, pure unbearable pain encrusting him.

'Please…'

Everything was spinning, darkness seeping through, covering, voices echoing hauntingly in his head, numbness slowly overtaking his senses.

'Don't…'

Spending several minutes on the nippy ground, lying there quietly bent over on his hands and knees, he slowly rose to his feet, supporting himself with his hands on the tree beside him, eyes unseeing and hollow, his legs moving on their own accord, walking away from the quiet little neighborhood, leaving everything behind him.

The chilly temperature created a rosy hue on his tanned cheeks, golden locks framed a face with handsome features, unmarred skin and gorgeous proportions. A fallen angel was walking amongst them but eyes that once shone with life and enthusiasm were now lifeless and dull, destroying the illusion.

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Gently reaching the stopping-place for the train, he slowed down, silently observing the railroad tracks, watching its pattern run across the field. The grass had turned a withering yellow with bald spots here and there, the rails rusty and frayed, and the cables above them casting shadows on the ground.

Making his way toward the podium, his movements mechanical, he sat down on one of the benches, waiting. For what exactly, he didn't know.

The chilly wind enveloped him as he remained seated, making locks upon his head rearrange, his hair becoming messier. As it kept on blowing, goose bumps began to spread across his skin, a feeling that went unnoticed by the receiver.

'I can't stay.' He thought, feeling numb and hollow. His eyes were struggling to stay open, his body and mind tired, wanting to escape, to forget everything, to deny it ever happening by peacefully slumbering.

'No…' He thought, shaking his head violently, his fisted hands rubbing his eyes, determined to stay awake.

'I have to go somewhere, somewhere else. I can't stay here anymore.'

'But… where? Where should I go? I can't stay here…'

'Maybe he will-'

Seeing a blurry motion from the corner of his eye, he whipped his head to the side to see a train closing in from his right. It was the same line he usually boarded for work, one that stopped in the city's center and then continued on elsewhere. Deciding to get on it, he rose to his feet and waited for it to stop, his previous thoughts interrupted.

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Walking through the wagons he chose a relatively empty one, seating himself with his back toward the window, slumping down in the seat, trying to get comfortable.

Looking through the window opposite of him, his weary eyes watched the place he used to call home, his mind registering the podium, the forests and fields that surrounded them, the place which would soon only be a memory of a painful time, one that he would try his hardest to forget.

Seeing the train move and his former home dissipating quickly, he concentrated on the shifting sceneries, his mind thinking of one word, a word that meant so much and yet so little, a word that was used daily, a word that mostly brought pain once it was said.

'Goodbye.'

Turning away from the window after some time, he gazed at his left hand, staring at three-stone diamond ring that decorated his ring finger.

Itachi had given it to him a year ago, the day being one of his happiest. The man had surprised him at work one day when he was working overtime, his office being full of rose pedals as he entered it after having been collecting material from the storage room. Turning around to see if any of his co-workers had remained or merely had pulled a prank on him, he had noticed the long-haired raven kneeling in the doorway, a little blue box in his hand, containing the engagement ring.

He had nearly fainted at the sight.

The oldest Uchiha had looked incredibly beautiful in the black suit he had worn, his hair put up in the usual loose ponytail, his cheeks tainted with a light blush, a smile covering his lips as he knelt on his left knee, the ring beautifully visible as he'd opened the blue box.

The ring was the prettiest and most expensive item he had ever received or laid his eyes on. Despite its many diamonds, it did not look feminine, Itachi having chosen a more masculine and simple design. It was made out of a 14K comprised white gold band with 34 0.30ctw* round diamonds dotting it and a 0.55ctw diamond in its center. At least, that's the figures he had remembered Sasuke telling him, of all people.

He remembered how displeased the younger raven had been when he had found out, ignoring them both for days. At the time he had been thinking that Sasuke thought he would be left out or something, now that they would be spending more time on their own. He had reassured his friend when they had met a few days later, saying that they would all still hang out, as much as he'd want, and that the engagement really wouldn't change anything.

Now he couldn't help but bitterly chuckle at how right and wrong he had been. Sasuke had been worried about being left out but not for the same reasons. Sasuke had been jealous of him. The youngest Uchiha had wanted the ring for himself as well as spending more time alone with his own brother, without him being there.

Pulling it off of his finger, he put it in the inner pocket of his coat, closing the zipper firmly. He should not be carrying it anymore. After all, what was the point?

He now knew that their relationship had been false. Why keep it and be reminded?

They had deceived him and he had let himself be deceived.

He loved Itachi, more than anything and he probably always would, but those feelings weren't and never would be returned. Itachi loved Sasuke and not him, Naruto. Sasuke obviously loved his brother too.

They both loved each other, in more ways than one…

Whyshould he be there? What role of importance did he play? Why should he stay?

Shifting his gaze, he lowered his head and let his bangs fall into his eyes, not wanting to attract any unnecessary attention, fresh tears trailing down his cheeks.

He would give it back.

He would give the engagement ring back as soon as he found an envelope, a stamp, a pencil and a mailbox. Today would be the last time he would see them and the last time they would see him. His heart clenched uncomfortably at the thought but he couldn't let them hurt him any further.

He wouldn't survive it.

Digging through his pockets he took out his cell phone and turned it off, not wanting anyone to call him. He would notify his fathers and other friends later, not having the strength to do so at the moment. Putting it back into his pocket, he reached for his I-pod, grateful for a distraction. Pulling it forward he turned it on and put the headphones in his ears, rummaging through his songs to find those he liked that were not depressing, avoiding those suggested to him by two raven-haired males.

Listening, he felt his heartache ease a bit, his mind forgetting about the traumatic event for a little while, the words and voices of the different artists unconsciously comforting him. Resting against the window, he closed his eyes briefly, seeing as only a few people were in the wagon with him but much further away from him.

He breathed calmly, his head shaking lightly due to the heavy movement of the train. Slowly he began to drift off, dreaming lucidly, music vibrating through his ears, lulling him gently. In his lucid dream, he saw himself as a child, around six years old, running after a teenager with strange red hair. They were in a place he couldn't recognize, their surrounding seemingly unfamiliar.

Seeing himself reaching out to grasp the teenager's hand, to make him stop and ask him where they were and why they were running, he missed, the teen running faster and the distance between them growing. Suddenly darkness began to envelope them from the sides, the teen continually running further and further away, leaving him alone in the darkness. Stretching his hand out toward him desperately, he pleaded him to stop, shouting his name.

'K -'

Feeling someone shaking him, he awoke, startled.

"…" A woman was mouthing something, shaking his shoulder firmly.

Pulling the headphones out, he looked at her questioningly.

She was one of the train staff, her black uniform wearing a golden JR-emblem. Noticing the lack of movement of the train, he concentrated on her mouth, listening.

"Sir…? I'm sorry, but this is the final stop." She said, waving a hand in front of his face, her cheeks visibly pink as she blushed profusely, obviously embarrassed by their close proximity.

"Oh, um… sorry… where is that exactly?" He asked and stifled a yawn, confused and disoriented, turning his head to look around him. There were no other passengers around, the wagon being completely empty.

"Haneda, Sir."

"Huh? Oh... thank you." He replied, somewhat shocked, before standing, zipping his coat shut.

"Have a good day, Sir. Thank you for using JR lines." She said, bowing lightly before walking away.

Staring at her retreating back, he slowly turned and walked down the aisle towards the exit. He guessed he must have slept longer than he thought, the airport lying pretty far away from his former home and working place, a couple of kilometers or so.

Stepping out of the train, he observed his surroundings as he strode towards the building closest to it. It had been a long time since he had been here but it thankfully didn't seem too unfamiliar and was pretty sure of how to get by.

Hearing the sky rumble, he raised his head. Dark clouds were covering the sky, a swirling mass above him. The wind had picked up, now blowing vigorously, making people around him cover up, pulling their jackets firmly closed, their shoulders rising closer to their heads in an attempt to get warmer.

The white modern buildings around them contrasted vividly against the dark sky, the place looking somewhat peaceful and unearthly despite the horrid weather. White airplanes could be seen descending and ascending from an enormous landing ground further in the distance, the sounds muted by the raging heavens.

Walking through the building aimlessly, he saw a nice little café to his left called Amatou. Not knowing where or how he should proceed, he decided to stay there for a while. In fact, his stomach seemed to think that it was an excellent idea since it started growling pretty loudly in protest of being empty. Noticing then that he indeed was famished, he walked over to the counter to order something editable.

Watching all of the different foods and desserts on display, he decided to buy something small since he didn't have that much money on him and had no idea where the closest ATM might be.

"Good day, sir." A brown haired girl behind the counter said, smiling and inclining her head slightly, waiting to take his orders. Her hair was put up in two pigtails, a frilly brown and beige apron covering most of her front.

"Good day, um… I would like some mochi ice cream* and a cup of heated amazake*, please." He mumbled awkwardly. So what if he had a sweet tooth? He deserved it after what he had just been through and witnessed. Aside from raamen, sweets were the best comfort food.

"An excellent choice, sir." She replied continually smiling, her teeth pearly white. "What ice cream flavor would you like?"

"Green tea and mango, please…"

"Okay… anything else?" Pressing the buttons of the register, she shifted her gaze toward his face again.

"No, thanks, that will be all." He said, putting on a fake smile as well. He vaguely wondered how often he would be doing that from now on.

"Alright… then… that will be… 600円*, please."

Paying her he went to take a seat, waiting for his drink and snack. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long since his stomach was growling embarrassingly loudly from not having been filled with anything the entire day. 'Shut it!' He internally snapped as a few people turned to stare at him.

Ignoring their stares, he turned his gaze toward the entrance he came through. He watched as people hurried inside to get some warmth and comfort while others ran past them to catch their trains, everyone constantly moving. Averting his gaze, he began to observe the people at the café. Some of them were conversing as they ate their food while others sat alone like him; laughter, talking voices, plate and chair scrapings filling the air around them.

Seeing the girl bring his ordered food, his stomach cheered by growling louder which made people yet again turn to stare at him. Blushing once more, while continually ignoring the curious bastards, he turned to the girl for help with a different matter.

"Excuse me, Miss… Ami," He said leaning over his table slightly while reading the name off of her name tag. "Is there a post office anywhere close by?"

"Oh…" She mumbled, blushing as she put the tray down on his table. "Yes, there is one just around the corner outside."

"Oh… thank you." He said and raised his steaming cup to his lips, inclining his head lightly before taking a large sip.

"You're welcome." Giggling, she returned to the counter top, taking other people's orders with that fake smile still in place.

'Annoying girl…' He thought as he continued drinking. 'Humph… reminds me of someone…'

Taking a bite out of his mochi ice cream, he appreciated the creamy texture as it met with his tongue, slowly savoring the taste of sweetened green tea. As he had expected, it felt strangely comforting, but he knew it would not last for long.

Consuming the delicacies he had ordered, he forced them down into his empty stomach and felt it calm down. Finishing up quickly, he put the tray away before walking outside to look for the post office, wanting to get rid of the ring as soon as possible, the mere weight of it in his pocket being a constant reminder of his misery.

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Climbing off of the bed, he circled it and gathered his brother in his arms before walking over to the adjacent bathroom and gently put him on a small stool on the tiled floor of the shower area.

"'Tachi…?" Sasuke whimpered tiredly, eyes sleepy, hair plastered onto his face, his body slack and slightly bent over at the waist.

"I think we'd better take a bath before Naruto comes home." He answered gently, caressing his brothers tumbled tresses. Reaching forward, he grabbed the shower hose and its nozzle and turned the taps on, checking the temperature before directing the spray onto his brother's back.

Closing his eyes, his sibling relaxed and breathed out, enjoying the feeling of warm water being poured over him. "I'm so tired…" Sasuke sighed, his eyes still closed, shifting occasionally in order to allow him better access to wash him off.

Crouching on the floor, he grabbed a sponge and added some shower gel onto it and began to lather his sibling's body with it, starting with his back and gently sliding downwards until he reached the two supple mounds of flesh. "It's not that surprising considering what we did a few minutes ago." He grinned and teased the cute little opening that was presented to him, making sure it got cleaned too.

"Oi, you pervert, will you quit it…?" Sasuke scolded while yawning, shivering slightly at the sensation. "I'm still sore… and that shit burns…"

He quietly chuckled and threw the sponge at his sibling, letting him do the rest on his own. Grabbing his own special set of shampoo from the nearby shelf, he began to lather his own hair thoroughly, his silky long, dark locks slipping in between his fingers, fingertips gently massaging his scalp.

Walking over to stand beneath the shower head attached to the wall beside his brother, he turned its taps on and let water pour over him, holding his breath as it trailed down his face and body toward the drain. Proceeding to wash his body with gel, he began with his chest, rubbing his hands over it in circles before descending towards his abdominal muscles, scrubbing the crusted cum away. As he went lower, he heard his brother say something but it wasn't clear over the sound of running water so he asked him to repeat himself.

"Do you think I can sleep here tonight?"

He turned to look at Sasuke at that and noticed him squinting at him. His brother didn't seem to have the strength to get to his own apartment, obviously too tired from their rounds.

"Hmm… I don't think Naruto would mind." He said and turned the taps off.

"Hn…" Sasuke grunted, pulling himself up to his feet and stepped inside the steaming tub of hot water, seating himself so that a bit of space was left behind him.

Following his little brother, he sat down in the water behind his sibling and pulled Sasuke's back toward his chest as he lay down, subconsciously closing his eyes as liquid warmth enveloped them both. He could feel the slightly colder surface of the tub against his upper shoulders and neck and Sasuke's wet hair against his collarbone.

Wrapping his arms around his younger brother, he gently raised his right hand to caress the taut stomach that was presented so nicely for his viewing pleasure. Feeling Sasuke's body twitch slightly, he smirked and moved to whisper into his baby brother's ear. "Up for another round already..?" He asked smugly.

"Hn, you wish…" Sasuke huffed.

"Oh? And still I believe it was you who asked for 'more'." He teased, imitating his sibling's voice on the last word, remembering how Sasuke had sounded in throes of passion.

"Asshole…"

"You're offering?" He continued, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Fuck you."

"Maybe next time…"

"Shut up."

"Make me." He dared and encircled Sasuke's flaccid manhood, giving it a gentle stroke.

"Argh… you damn pervert. I'm outta here." Sasuke said before stepping out of the bathtub and bathroom, leaving him chuckling amusedly behind.

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Walking over to the bedroom closet, he pulled a towel out to dry himself with, wincing at the pain in his lower back as he tried to bend over to dry his legs.

'That damned perverted bastard…'He thought.

His brother had demanded they'd do it thrice today, being the insatiable asshole that he was, and now his body was suffering from the consequences. Not to mention the fact that Itachi just happened to be bigger than average…

Sulking, he ignored the ache and dried his legs as much as he was able to, only to stop and frown once he noticed a rose pedal lying near his left foot on the floor. Stretching his hand out, already bent over, he picked it up, wondering where it had come from.

Searching the floor he spotted another by the bedroom door. Walking toward it he picked it up before seeing something bigger from the corner of his eye. Turning his head to the side, he caught sight of a big rose bouquet on the floor, a few loose pedals surrounding it. Instantly feeling uneasy he walked over to it, picking it up unsteadily. Seeing the card attached to it, he slowly opened it and read its contents.

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Watching his brother walk out, he chuckled silently to himself. It was fun to tease the younger man since he always got so riled up. Indeed, Sasuke seemed more like an Uzumaki than an Uchiha at times, he and Naruto being similar in many respects despite their differences.

Stepping out of the bathtub, he dried himself lightly before walking off towards the bedroom, a black towel wrapped around his midsection.

"Naruto!" A voice suddenly yelled, making him stop in his tracks.

Immediately recognizing it as Sasuke's, he felt fear wash over him, thinking Naruto was home earlier than they had expected. Rushing over to his clothes that lay thrown on the floor, he hastily put them on before running downstairs.

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"Naruto?" He yelled and desperately looked around.

Having run around the house, searching everywhere, he felt despaired. He couldn't find Naruto anywhere. He knew he had been here. He knew he must have seen them, the bouquet proving it since it wasn't there before.

Looking inside the kitchen, he continued to call his name, his eyes prickling uncomfortably.

Oh God, no.

"Sasuke..?" A voice said from behind him, startling him.

Turning around, he spotted his older brother. The fine, long dark hair was wet and dripping and an expression of worry adorned Itachi's face.

"He saw us…" He murmured brokenly, turning away from his older brother to clench the bouquet in his hand tighter, tears forming in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" Itachi asked; his voice dark, unamused and worried.

"Naruto was here! ... He saw us and he left this!" He shouted, throwing the bouquet on the kitchen table, making pedals scatter across it. "Just read the damn card!" He finished once he spotted his brother's incredulous stare.

Seeing Itachi pick it up, he turned away again, unable to watch. He didn't want to see the pained look his brother surely would have on his face after reading it. Nor did he want his brother to watch him cry.

It was beneath an Uchiha to cry since crying only were for the weak and it was something their family strongly disapproved of. The more emotionless they were the prouder they became. However, he couldn't help it now. He was afraid. Terrified that his best friend would leave and never return.

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Seeing the beautiful rose bouquet, thrown and slightly manhandled on the table, he swallowed bitterly to rid himself of the painful and sour lump that had gathered in his throat. Judging by Sasuke's reaction, he knew it would not be anything good.

Picking it up slowly, he took the card off by loosening the ribbon and opened it to read, his pulse audible in his head due to the quickened pace of his beating heart.

My love, my heart, and my life,

I have realized that I've treated you undeservedly recently and I am sorry.

It was never my intention. For all I want is to see you content and happy, to smile.

I love you Uchiha Itachi.

Not only for what you are, but for what I am when I'm with you.

The day you asked me to be yours was the day I became alive.

You made me feel like I was someone who deserved to be loved.

A feeling I have never felt before I met you.

Thank you.

Please forgive me.

Naruto

Dropping the card, he stepped backwards slowly until his back hit the kitchen wall, his eyes wide and unbelieving. 'No…' He thought miserably.'Please, Naruto, no…'

Seeing his brother's shaking back, he turned and walked upstairs, his heart beating franticly, Naruto's words echoing in his mind. Reaching the bedroom he threw the door open before walking over to the pile of sheets, clothes and bedcovers, all scattered and in a mess on the floor around the king-sized bed. Looking through them he searched for his cell phone, determined to call Naruto. Perhaps they were overreacting; perhaps Naruto hadn't been there at all, perhaps…

Finding it underneath Sasuke's pants he picked it up, dialing his fiancée's number, his hand clutching the phone tightly, almost breaking it.

"Hello?"

"Naruto!-"

"Hehe! You thought that was me, right? Sorry to disappoint you but you've reached my voicemail. Please stay tuned to hear The Great Uzumaki-"

Ending the call he threw the phone across the bed in a tantrum, smashing it against the headboard. 'Damn it!'

Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned to see his little brother standing in the doorway, leaning against the door. "Voicemail…" Sasuke stated more than asked, his voice raspy. It was evident that he had been crying, his eyes reddened and his cheeks damp.

"Hn…" He replied, walking past him to the stairway.

"What are we going to do…?"

"Find him of course." He said determinedly as he descended.

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*ctw = carat total weight (the total weight of the carat).

*amazake = a traditional sweet, low-alcoholic drink made from fermented rice, kind of like a smoothie. It's usually consumed warm.

*mochi ice cream = a confection made from mochi (pulverized sticky rice) with an ice cream filling. Yum!

*600円(円/¥/en/yen) = it's about $6.63…

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