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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: Me sleepy. Sorry for anything too cracky ^_^ I wanted humor, since there is no smut!

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A certain blond was having a really interesting dream about popsicle sticks, biplanes, and the lone ranger that was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a ringing bell. This wouldn't've been unusual under most circumstances, but for some reason, he didn't understand why a bell was ringing in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, especially while the octopus was trying to explain to the lone ranger why they had run out of tea.
The ringing sound kept buzzing in his ear, and finally the blond rolled over and blinked, trying to slam his hand on the alarm. It didn't help. He scowled and finally gave in to opening his eyes, brain attempting to put thoughts together about where the noise might be coming from. Then he opened them wide, almost falling out of the bed in his rush to get to the front door.
The sight that he received when he opened it was not what he was expecting.
"Kiba? What are you doing here?"
"Couldn't sleep. You weren't answering your cell, and I wanted to check up on you and Jiji. Is he home?"
"Eh," the blond said, opening the door and stepping back, "Man, I just woke up, gimme a sec."
Kiba nodded, stepping inside and lightly hitting Naruto in the stomach when he stretched. The blond scowled at him. They searched the house, and then made their way out onto the patio and out towards the long wooden building at the back of the yard that housed Jiraiya's working studio. They found nothing.
Naruto stared at his grandfather's desk. It was neatly in order, without the piles of paper that normally sat on top and beside of it. Naruto hadn't seen it this neat in ages. He looked around the rest of the room, and noticed a similar lack of clutter.
"That's just not natural," Kiba remarked.
Naruto turned around and marched back to the house, going back into the old coot's room and looking around. Little details he hadn't noticed popped up at him. The clothes all picked up. Nothing in the dirty clothes hamper. The bed was made. He opened the closets, but there were so many shirts stuffed in there that it was hard to tell if anything was missing. Something was definitely wrong, though.
He blew past Kiba and walked into the kitchen, opening up the refrigerator. He checked the milk – it was sour, had probably been going sour for the past couple of days. He went out front and checked the mailbox – it was stuffed full of mail. The Sunday paper still lay on the driveway, but that didn't really mean anything – they had a habit of not picking up the papers and just letting the people who did the yard work take care of it. Still, he was worried.
Kiba got out of his way as the blond rushed back into his bedroom, checking his pants for his cell phone. He cursed and attacked his luggage, throwing clothes every which way and growling when he didn't find what he wanted.
"No luck?" Kiba said.
Naruto just glared at him and walked to the kitchen, staring at the list beside the phone. He hated making these calls. Jiraiya was normally good about taking care of himself, but the older he got, the more the blond worried he would go senile and wander off some day, ending up homeless or stuck in some institution and no one would know who he was – especially since his English was rather poor.
Kiba sat down at the kitchen table and watched as Naruto started making his calls. No one at the police station had heard anything about him. They asked if he wanted to file a missing person's report, but he decided to hold off for the moment. He called all the hospitals, but none of them had heard anything.
Naruto was beginning to become frantic. He hung up the phone and looked at Kiba for a minute, then went to the key rack and picked up the keys to his car. The brunet laid a hand on his shoulder.
"What are you thinking now?"
"I don't know! Drive around until we find him, I guess?"
Kiba sighed. "Where?"
Naruto stared at him. He knew he was right. Los Angeles was a huge place; you could drive around for hours and barely even scratch the surface of the places people might go. He cursed, slamming the keys back onto the rack and turning to his friend. "What the fuck do you suggest then? You were supposed to watch him while I was gone!"
Kiba raised his eyebrow. "Dude, he's probably fine. He's not a kid. If he's not in the holding tank or a hospital bed, chances are he's just – well, I don't know, but he's probably fine."
"You aren't helping."
"Fine," the brunet said, thinking for a minute. "Credit cards?"
Naruto cocked his head to one side. "That could work. I don't think I have access to all of them online, but we can try it."
Kiba nodded, and they went into Naruto's bedroom, booting up his laptop. While Naruto was searching for charges, Kiba started making phone calls of his own. Ino apologized for not checking up like she said she would because her shift ran late. None of their other friends had heard anything about it. Naruto tapped his fingers impatiently against the keyboard.
"Anything?" Kiba asked.
"Nope, though he stopped using the debit card a couple days ago. The last charge was to some taxi company."
"What do you want to do now?"
"I have no fucking clue," the blond said, slamming the computer shut with a little more force than was necessary. "All the other cards I can't talk to people until tomorrow morning, and I doubt the taxi place will talk to us until then too. And my cell phone is missing, and – fuck. Sasuke. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This isn't good."
He still felt groggy from the jetlag, even though he'd slept an incredible amount in the past day. His head felt fuzzy.
"I don't know," Kiba said, frowning. "We may just have to wait until tomorrow, and hope that he's ok. I can stay here tonight, and help you check all those places in the morning."
Naruto sighed, and then nodded. "This royally sucks," he said. He was quiet for a minute, and then said "One other odd thing I noticed on the caller id was a bunch of calls from Sakura."
"Hmm. I wasn't able to get her, I bet she and Kakashi are too busy to answer the phone."
Naruto gave a short laugh. "Lucky them." He stood up and stretched, checking the clock. "We can run by the office tomorrow morning on the way to the other places to see if she knows anything."
"Sounds good." The other man stood, looking a bit worried. "Hope you sleep ok."
"Me too," Naruto said, glancing over at him. "You mind sleeping on the couch? I'd offer Jiji's bed, but – "
"Ah, yeah, couch is fine. Let me steal a t-shirt or something tomorrow too, cool?"
"Sure. Everything else – well, you know where it is."
"Yeah."
"Sleep tight."
Naruto nodded and sat on his bed, watching as Kiba closed the bedroom door to give him some privacy.
. . .
Sasuke checked the clock. Three in the afternoon. He'd been waiting patiently all day. Once he got focused on a project, the time passed more quickly, but still not quickly enough. He checked his email and his messages, but the dobe hadn't left him anything. He grumbled to himself then picked up the phone and dialed again.
Still no answer. He frowned, tapping his fingers against the desk, and then leaned forward to press the intercom button.
"Hyuuga-san?"
"Yes?"
"Can you check and make sure that the plane the representatives from the Sakura Corporation were on landed safely, please?"
"Yes."
He leaned back, looking out the window at the skyline while he waited. He was starting to feel uneasy. Why wouldn't the dobe pick up? He'd told Naruto he'd call – how long did the idiot need to sleep for, anyhow? Sasuke hadn't tired him out that badly.
"Uchiha-san?"
"Yes?"
"The plane landed safely about ten hours ago. Is everything alright?"
Sasuke frowned, considering his answer. It was possible he was overreacting, and Naruto was just busy whenever he called. He sighed. "No, nothing is wrong. Thank you for checking."
"Let me know if you need anything else."
"Thank you."
. . .
Neji leaned back, looking at his computer screen thoughtfully. Sasuke was stubborn. Obviously something was wrong. If Sasuke had been able to contact Naruto, he wouldn't need to have Neji check on the plane flight. The only question was how to go about getting the answer Sasuke actually wanted without causing anyone to feel uncomfortable.
He was tempted to roll his eyes, but didn't. Instead, he simply sat forward in his chair and typed out a short email to Sakura, letting her know how much they had enjoyed their visit to Japan and how they hoped that the trip home had been completed safely. He read over the letter carefully, then pressed send and turned toward the next order of business. For a genius, Sasuke was surprisingly dense sometimes.
. . .
Itachi leaned back in his chair, skimming over the details of the transactions that had taken place while he was away. He wasn't concerned at all, but it never hurt to be thorough. Most of his employees worked to their fullest capacity whether he was there to keep an eye on them or not – but they were only human.
It was a small thing that caught his eye. So small that anyone without the business instincts of an Uchiha probably wouldn't've noticed it. Nothing overt, in and of itself. Something told him to dig deeper, though, if only to satisfy his concerns.
He found what he was looking for buried in the wording of a report. It was, on the surface, innocuous. Without Itachi's knowledge of the surrounding market and most recent legal issues, it probably would have meant nothing. In reality, it wasn't a huge problem; only a few million yen. Still, Sasuke should have caught it.
He checked the date of the email. It would have been on Sasuke's desk on Friday. Itachi frowned. Perhaps Sasuke had let the blond distract him from work – that wasn't like him at all, though. It did not need to become a habit.
For a moment, Itachi wondered if the plans he'd made with Sakura were really such a good idea. He knew Deidara would have his hide if he suggested putting the business before Sasuke's mental well being – but really, that wasn't it. Sasuke was an adult with responsibilities and many people counting on him. He needed to be able to keep his work and personal life separate. Itachi was willing to overlook the unorthodox way the two had met up, but he wouldn't be able to just idly stand by if Sasuke's performance was affected by their relationship.
He sighed, turning to the emails from Sasuke's work for the past week and going back over them with a fine toothed comb. He didn't find any other issues with his younger brother's performance, but the doubt still lingered in the back of his mind.
. . .
Naruto shifted in his sleep, eyes shut. "Sasuke, please," he moaned, rolling over.
The door bell rang.
"Please, Sasuke, I need it, I have to have it."
The doorbell rang again.
'Please Sasuke, it's ramen, I can't live without my ramen!"
A door slammed open down the hall, and Naruto's bedroom door was wrenched open. "For fuck's sake, Naruto, can't you answer your own doorbell?" Kiba asked. He sighed down at the blond, rubbing his web hair with a towel and then throwing it at Naruto's face.
"Hey! What the!"
"Get up and go answer the door before they break the doorbell or something. I need to get dressed."
The blond growled, rolling out of bed and scratching his ass. "You're so not a morning person!" he yelled after the retreating brunet. Then he glanced at his clock, wondering who in the world would ring his doorbell at seven in the morning. He looked around for a clean shirt and spied the white one he'd unpacked the night before, slipping it on before going to find out the solution to the question of his visitor.
The answer was not what he had expected.
"Kagero Moving Company. We're here to pack up your belongings."
"You're what?" Naruto said, mouth gaping as he looked at the man in front of him. The man looked bored, grey hair covered with a light green baseball cap. He was wearing faded denim overalls. Behind him, several similarly dressed men stood leaning up against a van with a large green logo for KMC.
"We have orders signed by a Mr. um, Goketsu?" the man said, checking his clipboard.
"What? When?" Naruto said, trying to see the clipboard.
The other man frowned, and then handed it over. "See, right there, signed and authorized. We even have a key, but since someone was home, we didn't want to just barge in like we owned the place."
"There must be some mistake," Naruto mused. He glanced back up at the man. "The orders are to pack up just a couple rooms, or the whole house?"
"We were told to pack up the whole house, using the utmost care, and then that the items would be placed in a secure storage facility awaiting transport."
"So you don't know the intended final destination," Naruto mused.
"You don't know where you're moving?"
Naruto glared at him. "As far as I know, we aren't moving." Yet. But that was a possibility he hadn't even discussed with Sakura.
"Well, we have our orders. Can we get started, sir?"
"No, you may not."
"We have the deposit already."
The blond stared at the man. He did not seem to want to get the picture. Naruto was tempted to blow up in his face, but he had other things to take care of today. "Can your services be rescheduled?"
The other man nodded. "Yes, but there is a rescheduling fee since we already arrived."
"Fine, whatever. Just – go, take care of someone else. We'll call you when we need you."
"No problem. Ah, here," the man said, digging around in a pair of dirty overalls. "Here's my card, just call the number on the bottom and they'll work with you to reschedule. Sorry it's a little bent up."
"It's fine," Naruto said, thinking about the last few times he'd exchanged business cards.
"Have a great day!"
"You too," Naruto replied, watching as the men piled into the van and drove away. He wondered idly where they were planning on putting all the things once they were packed. Maybe they had another truck come along separately.
The blond turned and went back into the house, following the sounds of someone thoroughly enjoying breakfast.
"Who the hell was that?" Kiba asked.
"Moving company, of all things."
"What?" The brunet turned and looked at Naruto.
"Yeah, with orders signed by the great Jiraiya Goketsu last Thursday afternoon."
"What is he thinking?"
"I have no clue. Are you about ready?"
"Not going to eat breakfast?"
"Maybe later. I want to head over to the company first and see if Sakura knows anything about the old coot."
"Sure, no problem," Kiba said, taking his bowl and rinsing it in the water of the sink. "Don't worry, we'll sniff him out."
"Man, I hope so," Naruto asked, checking his messages one more time to see if anyone new had tried to get ahold of him. No such luck.
"Want to just take my car?" Kiba asked.
Normally, Naruto would try to stay as far away as possible from the thing that Kiba called a car. After all, it was held together more by luck than anything else; he'd even heard rumors that the car's frame had been weilded together by some mechanic down in Mexico. Today,though, he didn't care.
After all, it was handy to have a bug to dart through the traffic. They were very maneuverable. Even if the thought of what might happen if someone happened to run into them happened to cross Naruto's mind. Even if, because of those thoughts, he was clutching onto the corners of the seat and keeping his eyes closed. If it would help him find his grandfather, he'd take the risks.
. . .
Naruto walked into Sakura's office followed by Kiba.
"Morning, sunshine," she said, a very satisfied look on her face. "How's Jiji?"
"He's not home. We don't know where he is."
"What?" Sakura said.
"He's not home. He hasn't been there since I got home. I haven't been able to reach him for the past few days, either."
"Oh no," Sakura said, going pale.
Naruto frowned at her, trying to figure out if she was reacting to the news of the old coot's dissapearance or something else. "Hey, I saw several calls from you on the phone, do you know anything about what's going on?"
"Um," the pinkette said, looking down at her desk. "Maybe?"
The blond was getting frustrated. "Look, Sakura, if you know anything, let me know! This is my grandfather we're talking about here. What is going on?"
At that moment, the strains of an old pop song filled the air. Kiba cursed, pulling out his phone and mumbling something about Sai. Naruto had never understood what the girl wanted people to hit, personally.
"Hello?" Kiba said, frowning slightly. His concern depeend the longer the person on the other end talked. He waved at Naruto, trying to get his attention, then looked shocked at whatever the person on the other end was telling him.
"He what?"
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Prism0467 - yeah, I'm hoping to have it done sooooon :)
Kai - awww, yeah :( I'm so glad you love it!
Anon - heh, yeah, somethin like that :P and on the bed thing - me too, omg. I am a baddd daughter, my mom could never convince me to make it (though I'll be nice and smooth it up for her when I'm visiting now).
gwyllion - *glomps* I heart i heart so much :) and yeah, hopefully they'll come to some realizations while they're apart - if they can calm down enough to actually think o.O I'm sooo glad you're enjoying it so much, makes me happpppeeeeyyy
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