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Mixed Communication	By : kaiyousama Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1584 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary: Sometimes it's not a lack of understanding that's the problem - it's when the other person understands far too much.
Disclaimer: I do not own any Naruto character.
Warnings: YAOI, boyxboy, moodyness
A/N: Kinda quiet, interludish chapter. The whole time I was writing it, I had "Everyday Forecast" by Gym Class Heroes stuck in my head. Things pick up after this.
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Sakura looked over at the two men sprawled out beside her. Although she was glad they'd let her have the window seat, it was pretty inconvenient when she needed to get up and they had decided to make an obstacle course with their legs in an effort to be comfortable. She didn't see why they bothered. She knew Naruto could sleep anywhere, and Kiba – well, she figured he wasn't that much different.
She yawned, trying to figure out if it was worth the trouble to try and wake them up or if she should just crawl right over them.
The pinkette smiled down at her best friend, giggling at the sight of the marks on his neck. A thin trickle of drool hung down from his open mouth. It amazed her that he'd finally found someone who adored him, drool and all. She assumed that Sasuke had seen his drool; they'd certainly spent enough time together. It meant she'd spent far more time alone in Tokyo than she intended – but it was alright. She was more than willing to put up with it, if it meant the blond could be happy. She hoped the happiness continued.
She had plans to help in that arena. Even before their visit to Tokyo, she'd been contemplating making a personnel change once the opening of the new branch was finalized. Naruto was her best friend, and she didn't want to be parted from him, but she also knew his talents deserved a bigger challenge than just being her assistant. When it came to Japan, not only did know the language and have the right skill set, but he was also the person she trusted most in the world when it came to her business.
She'd meant to tell him earlier, but then first Kiba was riding home with them (she'd have to call and berate Ino for not letting her know about that) and then she was irked with the blond because he was late. Once they got on the plane, the two boys (men, theoretically, though she wasn't sure they'd earned that title) acted just like boys, to the point where Sakura just sank into her seat and read a book, trying to pretend like she didn't know them.
Eventually, she'd fallen asleep. She'd had lots of practice going to sleep amidst noisy boys. When they were in college, there were nights when she'd crashed out on Naruto's couch while the two of them hashed it out in whatever video game was their current fancy, or watched horror movies with running commentary. If she could sleep through that, she could sleep through anything else they could dish out.
Sakura resisted the urge to find a Kleenex and wipe away the blond's drool, or turn his head in a more comfortable direction. She was positive he'd have a crick in his neck by the time he woke up. She laughed to herself as Kiba shifted in his sleep, foot tapping against the chair in front of him. For all the world, it looked like he was chasing rabbits in his sleep.
The pinkette leaned back in her seat, deciding she could wait a while to stretch her legs. She didn't want to disturb the boys just yet. She turned her head, watching the rise and fall of her best friend's chest as he drooled in his sleep. As well as she knew Naruto, the past few days it was like she'd glimpsed a totally different side to him. Part of her wanted to be selfish and keep him, so that he would always be the one she could call in the middle of the night if she had a bad day, or go and drag to the little ramen place off the freeway they'd found southeast of LA, just to be able to rant about the latest guilt trip her mother had her on.
But as much as she'd had fun with the blond, she hadn't seen him as glowingly happy as he had been the past few days. She could always call him, wake him up in the middle of the night, and interrupt him when he was with Sasuke – she chuckled at that thought. It was the right time for everything to happen.
She'd be losing Jiraiya as well, which had both its advantages and disadvantages – though, truth be told, she enjoyed the old coot. She frowned, remembering that she hadn't talked to him to finish the phone call they'd started a couple days ago. They'd been cutoff in the middle of the conversation, and she wasn't sure he'd really understood what she was trying to ask him about. She shrugged. Surely everything would be fine.
. . .
Sasuke blinked himself awake, and glanced at the clock. It was early evening. He'd fallen asleep.
He stared at the glowing numbers, watching as the minutes flickered by and thinking about his options. Sighing, he rolled over onto his back, pulling one of his pillows to his chest. It still smelled like Naruto. He was tempted to tell the cleaning lady not to wash the sheets when she came by on Tuesday.
He thought about trying to go back to sleep. His stomach growled at him, raising its objection to this idea. He had been known in the past to overrule it, but seeing as how he hadn't had much to eat all day, it would probably be a good idea to eat something.
He thought about cooking. He ran down a list of the ingredients in his cabinets; thinking about the last time he'd thought of making himself dinner. From what he recalled, the prospects weren't promising. Maybe it would do him some good to get out of the apartment.
He rolled over, dropping the pillow reluctantly and padding into the bathroom. He stripped and showered, watching himself in the mirror. His fingers traced down his chest over the marks left by Naruto the first morning they were together. Some of the smaller marks were beginning to fade. He wondered how fast Naruto healed, how long the marks he'd made on that golden skin would last before they disappeared. He turned his back to the mirror, finishing the shower quickly.
He dressed absentmindedly, just throwing on a dark t-shirt and jeans. He walked into the hall, hand pausing over the car keys that Itachi had left out. He wasn't in the mood to drive tonight. Tonight was a walking night. He just wanted to be alone with his thoughts, only the city for company.
He went into the living room and stopped by the stereo, picking up the mp3 player on the shelf and checking the charge. He rarely used it these days. It wasn't the first one he'd ever had – he'd worn that out in high school, played with it until the screen died and he couldn't see the music anymore, then letting it go on random until the hard drive quit as well. This one had most of the same songs on it though. Good walking music. Soft, with a beat slow enough to match his pace. A little hip-hop, a little jazz, some indie and folk, and whatever else he'd picked up along the way.
He grabbed his wallet and keys, slipping his shoes on as he left the apartment. The raven noticed the man who looked up when he entered the apartment lobby, folding his newspaper and saying goodbye to the man he'd been sitting with. Sasuke knew the guard wouldn't bother him. They were good at staying as shadows in the background, only coming out when needed. They should be good – the family paid them enough. He also knew that Shikamaru would most likely hear about his every move that night. At least the brunet wouldn't worry about him. He was suddenly envious of the other man's happiness, that he'd been able to spend years with his soul mate – but that thought quickly passed as well. He didn't want just anyone, and he certainly didn't want Shikamaru's lover – that thought was laughable. Getting along at work was one thing, having to deal with all the complications that arose outside of work – he didn't envy Shikamaru that. No, he was happy it worked for them, though.
He missed his blond. He was probably flying over Hawaii right now, or somewhere in the pacific. He wouldn't arrive until sometime very early the next morning – well, around noon in America. He wondered how difficult the time difference would be. Already, he wanted to call – wished he could call the plane and hear that voice. Wished he could make the blond laugh, or call him bastard, or anything. He frowned. If he had been smart, he would have recorded the blond's voice. He frowned. Did he even have a picture?
Chuckling to himself, he remembered the one picture he did have – but while that was amusing, it wasn't enough. So many things he had forgotten to do. He kicked at a piece of paper on the sidewalk, reminded of the thing of absolute nothing Naruto had squashed on the way home from the club their first night. He looked around for some place to eat and noticed a ramen shop, reminded of the blond again.
He turned away and ducked into a train station, flipping through songs on the mp3 player while waiting for the train to arrive. He was nostalgic at he got off at one of the stops near his old high school. Once in a while, he'd turn his thoughts to the problem of how he would get to see Naruto again. It was like a fresh wound. It was easier to get lost in the music, walking old familiar paths and noticing the little changes in the landscape from when he'd walked there before. He ducked down one of the narrow streets and looked around. The lights were on at the small yakitori restaurant he'd haunted in high school. He wondered if it was the same chef.
Ducking into the door, he immediately felt his eyes sting at the smoke in the air. He sat down at the crowded bar, watching as the chef worked, chopping up a chicken. It was a different guy from the old chef, though they both had the same thick build. When the man looked over at him, Sasuke nodded in recognition. Choji hadn't changed much. The other man raised an eyebrow, then turned back to finish his current order.
After he was done, he wiped his hands on a towel and walked over in front of the raven. "Uchiha Sasuke. I haven't seen you since High School."
Sasuke just nodded.
"Shikamaru said things were going well for you."
"You guys still meet up?"
"Yeah, every few months or so he'll drop by."
"Hn," Sasuke said, trying to think of what else to say. He and Choji hadn't been close in High School; more than once the other boy had made it clear he thought Sasuke was a bad influence on Shikamaru. It had irked Sasuke that the other boy had known Shikamaru before him, even if it was only in nursery school. He got over it. "How's your dad doing?"
"Good, he's normally here. He went on a trip to check out various farms to test their organic vegetables. You should come by and see him sometime."
"Hn." That was about all the small talk Sasuke had in him at the moment, and Choji seemed to recognize this. He'd always been kind.
"Anything in particular you want tonight?"
The raven shrugged. "Whatever is fine."
The other man nodded and turned to the grill, leaving Sasuke to his thoughts. The chicken was hot, and fresh, and spiced to perfection. He let himself be distracted by old memories as he ate the food. The stray thought popped into his mind that Naruto would probably like the restaurant. He wanted to show it to him, wanted to tell Naruto all about who he had been, where he'd gone. Even the stupid stuff. Couldn't be more stupid than what the blond probably got himself into. The raven's lips softened into an almost-smile at the thought, and he paid and left the restaurant.
He walked toward a tiny park hidden amongst the concrete and brick buildings. It was a little overgrown. He leaned on the railing of an old bridge, looking down at the pond it crossed. There were plastic wrappers and old beer bottles in the water. It hadn't changed much. He had.
He checked the time. In four or five more hours, Naruto would be on the ground. He was tempted to stay up, but knew that probably wasn't feasible. He did have work the next day. He'd call him in the morning; he should be home by then. The raven took one last look around and then left the park and headed towards home, thoughts turning from the past to the future.
. . .
Sakura leaned against the door sleepily. She knew she shouldn't be so tired. Naruto and Kiba had shared a cab from the airport after their baggage arrived, since they both lived close to Pasadena. She lived further west, closer to the heart of the city and the shop. She loved LA, but hated the traffic. Her house was smaller and a bit more expensive, but it was worth it.
She finally figured out how to get the key into the door and pushed it open, lifting up her suitcase and setting it inside the door. It was quiet. She frowned. Kakashi should be home by now. Trust him to be late even when they hadn't seen each other for a couple of weeks.
She sighed, rubbing her eyes as she walked down the hall – an act of carelessness that would have made her easy prey for the sneak attack from her lover. If he was home. She sighed in disappointment as no attack was forthcoming, and walked into the bedroom. No surprise there either. Just a note that said he would be back by noon.
"Idiot," she murmured, checking her watch. By Kakashi's time, she still had another couple hours to wait.
She crawled into bed, pouting. Then she had a random thought, and pulled her phone out from her jeans, flipping it open and pressing the second speed dial. There was no answer. Frowning, she hung up and tried again, listening to the rings until it went to voice mail.
She grumbled internally, tossing the phone onto the bed and curling up. She didn't know what was up with Naruto not answering his phone, but it certainly was annoying.
. . .
Naruto sneezed, and then frowned, rubbing his eyes blearily. His body was telling him it should be night right now, and here it was – the sun was still shining high in the sky. He leaned over to pay the cabbie and grabbed his bag, hissing at a random peacock who had decided to make itself at home on his front lawn. He was sure the stupid birds weren't native to the area. He'd heard some story about how they had been released when there was a fire at a pet shop, or maybe that was why there were so many parrots in the area. The peacocks might have escaped from the botanical garden. He wasn't sure. Not that he cared, anyhow.
He opened the door to the house, slipping his shoes off and yelling out "Tadaima" in case the old coot was home. Frowning when he didn't receive an answer, he threw his bag onto the couch and wandered into the kitchen looking for evidence of recent occupation. He scrutinized the dishes in the sink. Some were old – not that it meant much, neither one of them were renowned for their housekeeping skills. The blond yawned, turning to look out on the garden behind the house. The plants looked watered; not that it meant anything since everything was on a timer. There wasn't any evidence of a break in – no blood in the entryway or broken glass in the hall. It was possible that the Jiraiya was just out doing something; it was the middle of the day after all. He yawned again and checked his watch. He bet Sasuke was asleep by now. The blond smiled, imagining the face of sleeping Sasuke. It sounded like a really good idea. He shuffled toward the bedroom. He'd just nap for a little bit, and then he was sure his grandfather would be home.
He grabbed his bag as he passed the living room, deciding to try and unpack at least a few things before curling up for a nap. He sat the bag on the bed, unzipping it and peering inside. Dirty clothes were easy; he pulled them out and tossed them toward the three different hampers next to his closet. He didn't really like doing laundry, but Sakura would kill him if he showed up to work in a pink shirt that was really supposed to be white. For all of her love of pink, there were certain shades she didn't really get along with.
One of the shirts was unfamiliar at first. He pulled it out and grinned, chuckling as he saw the big Uchiha fan on the back. He pulled the shirt close, smelling it to see if it smelled like Sasuke. He sighed. It didn't, it just smelled like him. Pouting, he sniffed it again to determine if it was still capable of being worn.
Deeming that the shirt had passed the sniff test, he tossed it into a chair beside the bed and pushed the bag down onto the floor. Then he looked around. The bed was still unmade. He'd never quite understood the purpose in making up a bed if you were just going to get it all messed up again in a few hours. Sometimes people were so fussy.
As he slid into the sheets, he realized he missed the feeling of being able to wrap himself around Sasuke as he slept. He wondered, briefly, if he'd have any trouble getting to sleep without the other one next to him.
He didn't. But his mind was full of dreams of the raven, making him smile and snuggle deeper into the covers. He only drooled a little bit.
. . .
Sasuke was being a very patient man.
He'd only gone into work a few minutes early. He had said hello to Neji, and inquired about the days appointments. He'd gone into his office and turned on the computer, checking his email and even replying to a couple of the more urgent messages. He was only watching the clock every ten or five minutes.
He checked his voicemail again to make sure that there wasn't a new message from the blond that he'd missed. He double-checked his email. Probably, Naruto had gone home and just gone straight to bed – the raven Smirked when he thought about all the ways he'd tired the blond out the day before.
Finally, he decided it was an alright time to call.
He smiled when he heard his blond's voice after a few rings, and then made a face when he realized that it was just the voicemail. Trust a dobe to try and fake out callers even on his professional phone. He thought about leaving a message. The beep came before he finished the thought, so he just left something generic about hoping Naruto got home safely.
He scowled at the phone after hanging up.
He really wanted to talk to the blond. The idiot was probably still asleep. A slight bit of concern crossed his mind, but it was quickly shaken off. He tried the number again, with the same result. It was annoying, but there was nothing much to do.
He calculated the time difference in his head. It was somewhere around five on the west coast. If the dobe had gotten home around one or two and taken a nap, it might still be a while before he was up.
Sasuke resolved to just call again in a few hours, and turned to the day's work, trying to concentrate and not be distracted by thoughts of a certain delicious little blond who was currently much too far away to do either of them any good.
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Carousel - awww :( I sowwy. You're probably right. I won't be tooo terribly sadistic, though... probably... and glad you liked the lyrics! ^_^

Prism0467 - thank you. I'm glad I did too!! I think, when it's done, it'll be the longest contiguous thing I've written o.O

qwerty - yeeep :( And probably, though Naru may be a bit distracted...

kanazerosukenaru - hahahahaha I was worried someone might think I'd decided to throw a WHOLE new twist to the story (I mean, I do have Deidara in it, right?) but yeah, it's the phone.

Kai - awww *gives tissue* glad you liked it!!! I won't leave you in misery forever.

Anon - hopefully well... though their lives aren't done being interesting yet....

Midnight Essence - ^_^ hah yeah, there's still a bit more story to tell. I do want it to live up to its name, after all... So glad you like it!! Your reviews make me happy :)

richon - yep :( silly boys. Sasu made be proud but he's not really all that good at expressing things sometimes!

airhead622 - just you wait... *snicker* though to be fair... well, you'll see.

Sneakyfox - yep :( poor babys.

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