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Let The Silence Be Broken	By : frijoles Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3434 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Naruto is property of Masashi Kishimoto, I own nothing; no profit or money is made from this story.

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A/N: Thank you so much for the lovely feedback from the first chapter, I really appreciated it. I am incredibly sorry it had taken me this long to update, life has been very hectic!
Specials thanks goes to TheDarkKnight who was my second pair of eyes. All mistakes are my own.

Chapter Two:
Uchiha Itachi was walking onto his patio with a glass of lemonade and a book in hand. He was in need of fresh air after having spent the morning indoors, reviewing old case files for his next lecture.
He set the items down on the table and reached back to pull out the chair to sit down when his cellular rang at the same time.
“Good evening,” Itachi answered upon the third ring.
“Good evening Itachi, its Naruto, we met at the library, remember?” Said the young voice on the line.
So that’s his name, Itachi paused for thought, perhaps the blonde had wanted some last minute help.
“How’s the book report coming along?” The long-haired man asked outright, avoiding small talk.
“Um...about that, I just finished it but my computer just died on me,” he paused briefly. “By chance, could I come over and use your computer, the library is closed today and I have nowhere else to turn.”
“Please... you’re the only who can help me.”
What? Did he just invite himself over? The Uchiha rubbed the back of his neck in amazement, taken back by the boy’s boldness and interpretation of his offer; it was a far cry from the phone based instruction that he intended.
Faced with no choice, Itachi proceeded to give the blonde directions to his house, while inklings of regret challenged his decision.
Meanwhile in attempt to arrive early, Naruto hurriedly packed his notebook into his backpack and set down fresh food for his sleeping puppy before hustling out of the house. The blonde intended to make a good impression.
Nevertheless, Naruto was soon lost in the classier section of the district. Given that he had no friends who lived in the area or at all to speak of, he had no reason to be acquainted with the area.
To complicate matters, the blonde’s feet began to ache from all the walking and he had yet to meet another person on the street who could possibly give him directions to the man’s house.
If only I had a cellphone, I’d call him to let him know I was still coming, Naruto thought in frustration as he paused momentarily.
Suddenly, he noticed a black sedan creeping towards him out of the corner of his eye. Instantly, he straightened up and started to walk quickly.
Glancing over his shoulder, Naruto recognised Itachi in the driver’s seat, his face flushed red with embarrassment and he broke out into a jog to save face.
Flashing the boy a blank look in response, the Uchiha unlocked the passenger door, while entertaining the notion that the boy was a little odd.
“Just trying to keep in shape,” the blonde exhaled for dramatic effect before sinking into the passenger seat. Despite his good intentions, he seemed to be making a bigger fool of himself than usual. Moreover, the man’s unsettling quietness confirmed his doubts.
Way to go Naruto, I can’t believe he had to come find me some impression I made, he thought as he looked out the car window.
Five minutes later, the long-haired man pulled into the drive way of a cream house with brown trimmings. Silently, Naruto followed him up to the doorway and entered when the man gestured for him to go inside.
“Wow! Nice house,” the boy exclaimed in awe of the living room. The grey walls were adorned with portraits of abstract art; the furniture consisted of a black leather sofa suite and a floor lamp; the hard wood flooring all combined to create an atmosphere of elegance.
“Is that so?” Itachi said softly, he was not accustomed to the compliment, for his few house guests never commented on his living arrangements.
Nodding fervently, the blonde proceeded to take his sneakers off at the mat and followed Itachi into the dining room who directed him to a laptop on the table. Naruto took the seat next to it and set to work immediately. Meanwhile, Itachi joined him at the end of the table and started to read a law enforcement journal. Subsequently, the sounds of Naruto’s loud typing and Itachi’s page turning punctuated the silence of the room.
Half an hour later, the assignment had been typed, printed and placed in a report folder which Itachi had given to Naruto.
“Thank you for everything Itachi, you really saved me today,” the boy said while carefully putting the book report into his backpack. He was truly grateful to be spared from the teacher’s red pen and his father’s wrath that would surely follow.
“I guess I’ll get go-” the loud growling of Naruto’s stomach interrupted him, prompting him to clutch his stomach. Colour flooded his face while heat rushed to his ears in shame.
“Heh heh, I forgot to go down for breakfast, I was re-reading the Great Shinobi War,” he blurted. This must be some new record, the boy thought, casting his eyes down to floor while awaiting the laughter that his awkward antics always afforded him.
“Would a grilled cheese sandwich be okay?” Itachi asked a few moments later, offering his guest the quickest option available.
“Go-good, its perfect,” Naruto stammered a reply, flashing the young professor a wide smile of gratitude.
Plopping down on the counter on a bar stool, he watched the dark-haired man take various ingredients from the fridge and the cupboards.
“Do you live here by yourself?” The boy asked after a short time, unable to contain his curiosity any longer.
“Yes,” Itachi answered as he reached for a knife in order to slice the mushrooms.
“What do you do?” Naruto fired another question; his earlier feeling of self consciousness had subsided and he instead felt more relaxed.
“I teach law,” Itachi replied, looking down at the boy who had suddenly appeared next to him and invaded his personal space. Oblivious to the man’s incredulous gaze, Naruto uncovered the spice jars and peered inside.
“Cool! I want to be a teacher too,” he blurted out. “Did ya always want to be one?”
Unbidden, the young professor’s thoughts drifted to the distant past, his dark brows creased and furrowed as he seemingly relived an unpleasant memory. Blinking, the man’s mind returned to reality moments later and he answered the blonde.
“I did. What are you into Naruto?” Changing the topic before the boy could formulate another question, Itachi quickly took control of the conversation.
“Gaming, baseball and ummm rock music I guess,” came the enthusiastic reply.
Although Itachi did not like baseball, he pressed on with questions about the blonde’s favourite team and their performances in the current baseball season. His strategy proved effective as the boy talked non-stop about his team thus thwarting anymore unwanted questions.
On the other hand, the messy haired blonde was delighted to finally have someone other than his father talk with him and was determined to make the most of the opportunity. Therefore, he quickly wolfed the sandwich down, in hopes of continuing the conversation. However, the young professor’s next question shattered the illusion.
“Are you ready now?” Moving the boy’s empty plate and glass to the sink, Itachi grabbed his car keys from the key rack next. He decided to take the blonde home, lest he stumbled around the area in the dark.
“Yeah...” Naruto’s voice dropped several pitches lower, reflecting the disappointment that he was feeling inside. More than ever, he wanted to say no, for there was so much more he wanted to say, but he no longer had any reason to linger at the man’s house any longer.
Moreover, there was no telling when such an opportunity would arise again, given his lousy track record. Sighing inwardly, he picked up his backpack from the chair and headed to the living room to put on his shoes.
Naturally, Itachi did not know how much the conversation meant to the young man. Likewise, he did not recognise the underlying sadness in his voice when he bid him good night.
For the man, his usual routine had been offset by the forward boy who had asked for more than what he was willing to give to a stranger. However with the assignment completed, Itachi believed that was the last he would ever see of him. Little did he know, how wrong his assumption would prove to be.

TBC
A/N: I’m amused cause this is the most dialogue I’ve ever put into a chapter. Thank you for reading!
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