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Runaway Train	By : fieldofsnow Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Runaway Train 1
- 2-Runaway Train 2
- 3-Runaway Train 3
- 4-Runaway Train 4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 19
- 20
- 21
Itachi sat in his grand office admiring the view from his position at his desk. His fingers were perched together as he rested his elbows on the smooth surface and the red eyes were glaring slightly at nothing in particular as his genius mind ran over all the information he now possessed on a certain problem.
Granted his "grand" office was a small break room at the back of his tattoo parlor, the desk he sat at was not an antique mahogany one but a small kitchen table that functioned as both a desk and a dining table and the view he was currently admiring was the brick wall he could see outside of the small window, someone had spray painted a new picture over the one that had previously occupied that space.
But, Itachi had never had any intention of ever owning, or even staying in, what his father deemed a "grand" office anyway. He took sick pleasure in knowing that his work space was one his father would develop an eye twitch over, because Fugaku Uchiha would certainly never show enough emotion to grimace in disgust. Not that his father would ever even come to the neighborhood his small company was located in let alone the place itself.
Usually Itachi barely even thought about his father these days, not surprising after his upbringing and then his disownment, but recently he'd been hearing some rumors that didn't sit well with him and the news he'd just received that morning made it quite clear that he would have to keep a closer eye on his father's personal movements than he had been doing until now.
Itachi might not be interested in taking over the family firm or ever reconciling with his parents but as much as he hated them for the way they had treated him he'd never hated his little brother and it was Sasuke's dream to take over the Uchiha empire and make it his own one day, so Itachi would make damn sure that his father wouldn't do anything stupid to jeopardize that dream.
He often wondered if his father would smirk with such pride if he knew that the company he owned and was the president of was in fact run secretly from the shadows by none other than the son he had cast out when he found he could no longer control him. Itachi had connections and spies all over his father's precious company and with only one phone call the 'lost son' could influence ideas, change plans and squash unwanted deals, all from the little break room he liked to call his office.
What concerned him now� well, annoyed him really since Itachi rarely cared enough about anything for it to concern him� was the fact that his father had seemed to have acquired a new business partner. A business partner who he conducted business with personally rather than through the company, making it damn near impossible for Itachi to influence their dealings or even know what they were working on.
Now normally the disowned Uchiha wouldn't have cared one iota about what his father did in his personal life, his father could buy bananas from monkeys for all he cared if he didn't involve the company Itachi was protecting for his younger brother in the dealings.
But when the person his estranged father was associating with was Orochimaru even a reputed cold hearted bastard like Itachi would damn well make it his business to care about what was going on. Because, although no one had ever been able to pin anything on him, the snake faced bastard was never connected to anything good. He had the potential to cause trouble for certain� friends� of his and Itachi also didn't want the slimeball anywhere near his little brother.
Red eyes glanced up from the graffiti on the wall to look at the clock ticking away over the table. Should be about time. He thought before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his cellphone.
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Sasuke had just gotten into his car when the cellphone started vibrating in the glove compartment. After reaching for it and looking at the caller ID he had to fight the urge to look around like a paranoid meerkat out of its hole for any sight of the caller, it wasn't so much the fact that Uchiha's never showed any type of fear as it was the fact that there was no way in hell that his brother could actually be there watching him that stopped him from doing it. Instead the quiet boy simply glared at his phone and wondered, not for the first time, how his brother always managed to call him when he was alone and no-one, namely their parents, could see or overhear him.
Finally realizing that his brother probably couldn't feel his death glare through the unanswered call Sasuke hit the answer button and pressed the cell to his ear. "What?" was the first thing he said in a rather hard tone.
"Foolish little brother, is that any way to greet your elders." Itachi's voice droned rather monotonously through the line, although knowing his brother as well as he did Sasuke was able to hear the slight humor in it as well.
Sasuke rolled his eyes, something he'd never dream of doing in front of his father� or anyone else for that matter� but something he did quite often when alone with his thoughts and especially when talking to his brother, before he answered in a sweetly fake voice. "Well hello there my dear older brother. What can I do for you today? You do know that due to the restraining order our lovely old Papa had placed on you you're not allowed to contact me or any other Uchiha in anyway don't you?"
Itachi smirked as he leaned back in his chair. "And yet you still pick up the phone every time I call you for our weekly chat."
The younger Uchiha snorted as he put his car in drive and sped out of the round driveway in front of the mansion, no one could see him talking on his cell through the tinted windows on his car but there were eyes on him everywhere he went that had the nasty tendency to report any unacceptable behavior to his father and kami forbid he'd actually get scolded for pausing too long inside his car before taking off. He also had no intention of being late to meeting his father and his new associate for lunch because his brother wanted to chat.
Unlike Itachi he was going to take every beating, every oppression, threat, blackmail, manipulation or invasion of privacy his father could force on him until he could rip the company from his cold cruel hands and then use that very same company his father was so infinitely proud of to completely and utterly crush him.
Sasuke Hn'd in response before he continued. "Well personally I'm just hoping that father finds this phone and then has you arrested for breaking the restraining order."
Of course Sasuke had no such hopes, the phone he was on now was one that was kept in his car at all times when he was at home or anywhere near anything remotely Uchiha related and it was registered to Juugo just in case someone ever found it and looked into it. He used it for most of his personal calls that he didn't want his father to know about since Sasuke's personal cellphone was strictly monitored by his dictator of a father. He could only imagine what would happen if the man found out that he spoke to his brother at least once a week.
He very purposely cut off the car coming down the street when he drove outside the gates, there was just no way he was going to get stuck behind the old hag driving it for who knew how long.
Sasuke could vividly picture one elegant eyebrow raise with the reply he got. "And I suppose you coming to see me at least once a month is another way for you to put me in jail?"
Sasuke gripped the steering wheel tighter and his eyes hardened for a moment, he just barely fought of the urge to grind his teeth since it only worked to increase the stress headache he seemed to develop every single day. It hadn't been enough for their dear old dad to just kick Itachi out and legally remove him from anything Uchiha, Fugaku had actually gone as far as getting a 'no contact' restraining order against his former son that strictly forbade him from having any kind of contact with all of his extended family plus a few key people in the main company. Probably his way of making sure that Itachi couldn't influence Sasuke, the brothers had always been close in their own special 'I only marginally tolerate you because you are blood related' kind of way and their father certainly wouldn't want his second son to stop taking orders from him and start developing his own ideas like the first one had.
This time Sasuke couldn't fight the urge and he ground his teeth extra hard together. He couldn't wait for the time when he'd personally destroy his father for what he had done to both him and his brother.
He didn't dignify his brother's question with a response. Itachi knew that wasn't the reason Sasuke visited him at least once a month and talked to him at least once a week and Sasuke knew that Itachi knew this so there was no reason for him to do something so un-Uchiha like as to actually admit to his feelings or explain himself to his brother.
Instead he slowly worked to loosen his jaw as he ground out his initial inquiry to Itachi's call. "What do you want?"
Itachi smirked, he'd love to rile his brother up further by saying something along the lines of not needing a reason to call his baby brother but he actually did have a very valid reason for calling him and riling his brother up while he wasn't actually in the same room just wasn't as much fun, he wouldn't be able to see his brother grind his teeth and then roll his head slightly back and forth when he thought no-one would notice to try to ease the tension headache he'd brought on.
"I hear you have a lunch meeting with a new client."
Sasuke didn't even want to know anymore how his brother found out what his day to day schedule was, for all he knew his brother could have miniature video cameras and listening devises attached to the crows that sat on the ledges on Uchiha Inc's main office building, it was just a fact by now that no matter how much his schedule changed or how private he was with his activities his brother seemed to know about things that even their father didn't know Sasuke was up to.
Of course the younger Uchiha had no way of knowing that a certain silver haired teacher at his school was in fact an extensively trained Anbu member who often saw a reason to update Itachi on just what his brother was doing at school. Not because Itachi had asked him to, because even though he wasn't legally an Uchiha anymore Itachi had still been raised as one and as such he would never do something so normal as to ask how his brother was doing at school and he'd certainly also never ask someone straight out to spy for him either. Therefore Itachi would simply sit calmly and not really pay much more than the barest minimum of attention to Kakashi when he came in most Fridays, and sometimes other days as well if something big happened, to quite casually mention what his brother had been doing that week.
Sasuke did however rightfully suspect his brother of having moles in his father's company but those could be useful to him later on when he took over so he didn't really care if the whole enterprise was filled with them. The more the merrier he thought.
So, instead of demanding to know how his brother knew his schedule yet again and for lack of anything better to reply with Sasuke settled for the Uchiha trademarked "Hn" as he straightened his tie and then made sure his hair was still in place, he really did need to remember to have it cut since it was getting a bit long for the style he favored.
Itachi's smirk took on a positively evil twist. "What's that little brother? Speak up if you have something to say."
He thought he could almost hear his brother's teeth chiseling each other off before the younger man spoke.
"Yes, I have a lunch meeting with a new client! Now are you going to tell me what it is you want before I actually get to the meeting?"
If anyone could have seen both Uchiha boys at that moment they certainly would have known they were brothers. One had just sat back in his chair and started drumming his fingers on the table, a hard unreadable look on his face that didn't bode well for whomever it was that was causing it, and the other leaning back in his car seat drumming his fingers on the steering wheel with an almost identical look on his face, although in his case the cause for said look was on the other end of the line and wouldn't have so much as batted an eyelash if he'd seen it.
"Don't let Orochimaru fool you Sasuke. He might seem charming and he might be able to offer you everything you need and more but the price you'll have to pay for them are much too high, and believe me you will pay, one way or the other. They don't call him the viper just because of his looks."
Before Sasuke could answer he heard the tell tale beeping sound indicating his brother had hung up. He didn't have much time to dwell on what his brother had just told him since he'd just arrived at the restaurant where the meeting was taking place. Yet another creepy thing his brother was known for doing, Itachi always hung up just before Sasuke arrived anywhere near his father like the older Uchiha boy was actually timing his trips or something.
Sasuke did however come to one conclusion, if his brother had called him specifically to warn him against this guy and had even gone so far as to call him Sasuke while doing it, something his brother very rarely did since he was much fonder of riling him up by using little brother or some such nicknames, then this Orochimaru bloke was not to be trusted.
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Kakashi was facing a dilemma.
Naruto woke up around 10 Sunday morning, he could fleetingly remember a nightmare but it hadn't been strong enough for him to remember it or to have been affected by it so he wondered idly why he'd been woken up so early on a weekend. That was when he realized the warm pillow he was currently holding was breathing, at least judging from the rise and fall of it and the air systematically blowing against his hair.
Kakashi had been enjoying watching the boy sleep when he finally stirred, he watched him slowly blink the sleep out of his eyes before he looked up. Kakashi wasn't sure he liked the look of surprise he saw on the boy's face when their eyes met.
"Hey." The boy croaked sleepily.
"Hey." Kakashi answered back with a hint of a question in his tone.
Naruto rubbed his eyes in such an adorable way that Kakashi felt positively perverted to be snuggling up to him naked when the boy reminded him of his 5 year old self.
"I just�" the blond began hesitantly. "Dunno� kind of thought you might have left by now or something." He said while staring intently at one of Kakashi's nipples that was showing above the blanket that the older man had taken from the back of the couch and draped over them, like it held all the answers of the universe.
"Mmhmm." Kakashi hummed as he trailed one hand slowly up and down Naruto's back. "Well this is my place�" He droned lazily.
Kakashi sighed when he felt the boy tense up in his arms, as understandable as it could be, it was completely unfair that such a nice and good looking boy like Naruto had been treated so badly for so long that he continually felt like he wasn't good enough or that no one could ever want him.
"Oh� er� well."
Before the squirming boy in his arms could form a clear thought in his mind, that would probably by the sound of things be completely wrong, Kakashi tightened his hold on the boy and nuzzled his hair. Eventually he spoke again in a calm voice.
"If it had been anyone else and I really had wanted them gone I would have kicked them out afterward. You, on the other hand, mean a lot more to me than that and if I honestly wouldn't have wanted you the day after we wouldn't have had the night before either."
Naruto gasped as a hand slid languidly down his back as Kakashi spoke, eventually settling over his ass. A thumb stroked one cheek slowly, the other fingers stopping tantalizingly at the very edge of the cleft between the globes.
And as Kakashi slowly rubbed their half hard members together and nibbled on his ear Naruto almost didn't hear him mumble "I don't think we have to worry about that."
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A very hard dilemma in fact.
Kakashi watched Naruto pace back and forth in his living room talking to his dads on the phone, it was a very comical sight and under normal circumstances Kakashi probably would have wondered how the three guys managed talking and listening to each other all at once but right now Kakashi was way too busy thinking about other things.
After rubbing off on each other earlier that morning they had both taken a shower only to realize that Naruto didn't have any clothes to wear afterward, the workout clothes from the day before smelled of sweat and parts of them really hadn't escaped last night's activities judging by some obvious stains. Therefore Kakashi had had to loan Naruto some old clothes he still had at the apartment.
Which consequently lead to Kakashi's dilemma.
There was just something way too appealing about Naruto wearing his clothes. The shirt was too long and both the sleeves and the pant legs had to be folded up in order for him to wear them but Kakashi honestly couldn't get enough of looking at Naruto wearing his clothes. He really wanted nothing more than to take the phone away from him, carry him to his bed, strip him and do a very good rendition of chapter 34 of his favorite Itcha Itcha book but doing so really did cause a problem. Because Kakashi honestly couldn't bring himself to strip the boy out of the clothes he was wearing.
Therefore Kakashi had one huge dilemma on his hands that his genius mind was going back and forth trying to solve while the object of said obsessing was obliviously enticing him even more by talking animatedly on the phone, pausing to stretch a kink out of his back, pouting at something one of his dads had said or smiling at something else.
The boy's even wearing my underwear, ran through Kakashi's head as he toweled his gravity defying hair and kept watching his lover. His lover, that sounded almost too good to be true.
"Well that disproves that theory."
"Hmm?" Kakashi moved the towel away from his face to see Naruto standing in front of him, the boy having finished his phone call while he was lost in thought.
"Oh, the guys at the club were just coming up with some ideas about how you got your hair that way and Kiba thought you probably dried it with a wool towel or something... you know, the static electricity and all that."
"Really? What else do you guys speculate about while we're not around?" Because Kakashi hadn't put on his mask yet Naruto saw for the first time that when Kakashi's eyebrow rose the other didn't rise with it. The man could be really expressive usually but seeing his whole face like this was definitely an eye opener and if Naruto had thought he was sexy with the mask? Well then Kakashi was hotter than molten lava without it.
"Everything really, but the most popular ones are about your hair and when and why Gai started wearing that spandex suit."
Naruto's eyes nearly bugged out of his head when Kakashi choked on his own spit and averted his eyes. "Oh no you didn't?" He accused the older man incredulously.
Kakashi chuckled quietly and shook his head as he relived that moment of his teenage years. "All I did was tell him that if he wore it during training he'd definitely get better, it's not my fault the guy actually won his next match."
"And the orange leg warmers?"
"Oh you can blame Genma and his old friends entirely for that one." Kakashi said as he stood up and walked into the bathroom to put the towel away. "They thought it would be a great gag gift but apparently Gai doesn't really understand that kind of humor..."
Naruto used the opportunity of being alone to sniff the shirt he was wearing, only half listening to Kakashi's muffled voice from the other room. Even though he'd said he hadn't worn them in a long time the clothes still smelled like Kakashi and for some reason Naruto found it incredibly comforting to wear the mans clothes, like he was wrapped up in the man himself.
He wondered if this was how he had felt with the man when he was younger, and if so how he could have ever forgotten him.
But no matter, they had plenty of time now to catch up. For now Naruto was going home to his fathers, where he'd have some serious explaining to do if he knew Iruka correctly, while Kakashi went back to the club and then tomorrow Naruto, his dads and Kakashi had a meeting with Tsunade about, according to her, an important matter that had to be dealt with now that he'd reached eighteen.
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Kakashi's good day came to an end when he came home that night and found Itachi sitting in the darkness of his room. Now Kakashi didn't scare easily but if the sight of the younger man sitting there in the darkness hadn't spooked him out enough then the news he came bearing sure did.
Apparently Itachi's younger brother had had a very interesting meeting that day, a meeting with none other than the Viper himself...
A meeting where the younger Uchiha had been asked seemingly innocent questions about his school and his friends there and where one name in particular had seemed to come up more than once.
The name Uzumaki Naruto.
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