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Fake a Smile	By : Mandymoo Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1527 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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So uhm this took a fair bit quicker than I had hoped...

I want to thank G for their review. Just to clear it up, Sasuke IS the secret!
I would also like to thank AngelicTalion, I'm glad you like it!
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--week passes--

He dresses the next morning, pulling on his black suit and combing back his hair. Friday morning, meaning tonight he will come home after going to the bar with his friends. It means he will be drunk and I will hate him once more. I sigh and he turns those midnight orbs onto me, concern etched into his features. He reaches out a pale hand and strokes my cheek, his thumb lingering on my lips before he presses his lips softly to mine. I stare into his eyes as he stares into mine, our lips still connected and I wonder what on Earth I was thinking. How could this sweet caring man ever hurt me? He pulls back and gives me his sexiest lopsided smile before picking up his bag and walking out of the door, twisting to wave to me as he nears the end of our driveway. I watch him until he disappears and then close the door.
The tea sits on the table. It has long cooled off and yet the cup is still full. My hand clenches around it. I can hear them, Sasuke, Neji and Shikamaru. They’re laughing at something that I didn’t catch. I feel sick to my stomach; the three of them are just outside the door and have been for the last half hour. Sasuke hasn’t bothered to let himself in and for that I’m grateful. I vaguely consider running, just bolting out the backdoor and down the road but where would I go?
The door rattles and Sasuke swears making me flinch into the chair, grasping my cup to my chest, my eyes shut tight. I know what will happen if he gets the door open. My face already feels bruised in anticipation of his fist. Laughter dies away as Shikamaru and Neji leave. Sasuke bangs his fist on the door and my name is slurred as I stand to place my hand on the doorknob. I brace myself before I let him in. He stumbles around me and collapses onto the couch, his eyes drooping. For some reason I start relaxing, maybe he has worked himself out. Maybe I’ll run free tonight but of course I’m wrong.
He stays on the couch and stares at me with those midnight orbs and I’m frozen. He pulls himself up and sways slightly, his fists clenching at his sides as he stumbles towards me. Sasuke growls and I feel his fist connect with my face, sending me backwards to land on my ass on the floor. I cover my bruised cheek with a hand and stare up at him, waiting for it to be over. His foot collides with my stomach and I bend forward, my breath escaping with an odd “whoosh” sound and I cough. His hand slides through my hair and I close my eyes as he yanks me up by the thin strands and pulls my face so it is close to his. His breath stinks of alcohol and I just want to cough but I hold it in. He stares at me for a moment more and then let’s go of my hair, letting me drop to the floor where I slump onto the carpet. He walks around me muttering darkly as he goes. My tears wet the fibers of the carpet as I stay on my knees, my face pressed into the cream colored floor. I hate him, I think as sobs rack my body. I hate him with all my heart. The world tilts and goes black as I fall into unconsciousness.
Soft hands caress my face, a voice mutters to me but I can’t understand the words. His lips touch my forehead and I open my eyes to find him crying, his black eyes bloodshot as he stares down at me, his hand still cupping my face.
“Who?” The only word I hear from his mutterings. I simply shake my head and close my eyes once more, itching to scream at him, to tell him who it was. To tell him the person was holding me like a lover should. Instead I lean my head into his shoulder, my hand resting on his chest while the other circles around his back to hold him close. I lift my head and claim his lips, my tongue slipping delicately into his mouth as his darts forward to meet me. I groan and he holds me closer, pulling me onto my knees as he presses his hips to mine. I feel him grow hard as he rocks against me, his tongue buried deep in my mouth, his fingers sneaking down below my ass to press me closer to him. He stands and lifts me to my feet before sinking to his knees once more and looking up at me. I stare down at him, my mouth open just a fraction while his skinny fingers undo my jeans and pull them down my thighs. He kisses the skin there gently, tugging on my underwear as he does. Finally I am free and he inspects me hungrily, a small pink tongue darting from his mouth to lick his lips for a second before he slides it over me. My tip presses to the back of his throat and he gags for a moment, a slender hand wrapping around my base as he gathers a rhythm.
The last time. The words echo in my head, the images flashing before my eyelids. The bus rattles and I look up, frightened for just one moment. My bags sit on the seat beside me, piled high one on top of the other. My hands are clasped in my lap while cerulean blue eyes watch out of the dirty window at trees passing in a blur. The country side would have been beautiful if it weren’t for the knowledge, that horrible pulling from my navel. I want to go back, a tear falls from the corner of my eye and I wipe it away hastily, focusing my mind on the pain that still throbs in my cheek. It’s enough to keep me in my seat and my hands in my lap, away from the bell pull above me. I know that if at any stage my hands come apart I may just pull that rope and end up on the side of the road, lost and without him. I wouldn’t know what’s worse, being alone or being somewhere I didn’t know and still alone. It’s a hard decision to make, let me assure you. But I can’t do it anymore. I’ve taken enough from him and now I need to get away. Or at least that’s what I thought as I stuffed my clothes into the suitcase that had his name on it. Right there on the tag, I can see it now and it’s tormenting me. Telling me to turn back but now I can’t. I’m on my own this time. He can’t save me and he can’t hurt me either. At this thought I feel safe though I pull my knees up to my chest and rope my arms around them, resting my marked cheek against my knee. I could still feel his fingers tracing those whisker-like scars down my face, how his fingers would circle my chin and then down my neck to rest in the hollows of my collar bone. How soft they would feel, and again my heart lurches from my chest, trying to pull me back to Sasuke. I bring my hands up and clasp them around my head as if holding it in place, my eyes closing. What am I doing here? Why am I sitting on this bus going away from where my love sits, probably trying to figure out where I went. I left him a note. Know what I said?
Sasuke,
I wrote.
I’m going out. Don’t know when I’ll be back. Don’t wait up for me.
Naruto.
I stuck it to the fridge using the magnet he bought me last year for my birthday, a white bowl with chopsticks and noodles. It used to make me smile. Now it hurts to even just think about it. I ran my hand over the blue fabric of the seat with its ugly red and yellow striped pattern. It feels so fake and I again wonder if what I feel is fake. Do I love him, does he love me? I doubted it before but then again it’s only the alcohol right?
I guess that may have been true but it still doesn’t make it better. Sure he wasn’t in his own mind but he still insisted on going out and drinking. I told him once how I didn’t like him drinking, I never told him why and now I wonder if I should have. Would he have stopped?
Outside the window there is a farm, it has this beautiful old shack beside the new house and the paint is peeling, you can see the dark wood underneath the white paint. The door is hanging sideways, still connected to the house but not quite and it strikes me just how much it reminds me of Sasuke. You could only see a little bit underneath the layer of paint, the peeling parts were where I held my hands, my questions that exposed him little bit by little bit. I bury my face into my hands as tears pour down my cheeks.

Ok I hope that lives up to expectations! Sorry for the slight cliffhanger. It's not much but... well yeah. Chapter three in the works right now. Hopefully it won't take too long.
But in the meantime let me know, do you want Naruto to go back and tell Sasuke what he did or should he keep silent? Give me your thoughts!
R&R
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