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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: I get to eat lunch with someone from Japan today ^_^ yay!
Oh yeah, and reviews make mouths happy ^_^
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Naruto just barely registered that Kiba's last exclamation had been made in Japanese. He frowned, watching while Kiba continued the conversation, curling into the phone and speaking more quietly. He glanced over at Sakura. She was looking down at her desk. He wanted to ask her what was going on, but not before Kiba was done with his phone call.
The brunet hung up the phone and looked at them. "Well, I know where Jiraiya is."
"What?" the other two said in concert.
"Evidently, he's in Tokyo. That was my publishing house – a guy from the main office, over there. Jiraiya showed up there this evening and told him he was moving to Japan."
"What?" Naruto yelled out, louder than before. Then it registered that Sakura hadn't yelled with him. "Sakura? Did you know about this? What's going on?"
"That's what I was trying to tell you," she said, looking down.
He was about ready to walk over to her desk and – crap. He took a deep breath, and glanced at his watch. "Whatever. Tell me later. I need to get back over there and find him, that's what's important right now."
The blond walked out of her office to their secretary and told her to order a plane flight for Tokyo. "We're about to head for the airport, so try and find one that arrives as soon as possible. I don't care about the cost."
"Make that two tickets," Kiba said from behind him.
"I'll cover them both," Sakura said, standing in the doorway to her office.
Naruto looked back and nodded.
"By the way, where's your phone?" the pinkette said. "I haven't been able to reach you."
"I don't know. I may have left it in Japan, I can't find it – gah, Sasuke."
"I'll try and get in touch with them. You guys go, I'll call Kiba's phone."
"Yeah, thanks," Naruto said.
She came up to him and grabbed his hand, squeezing it. "I'm sorry. It's all just a big – "
He looked at her, and sighed. "Tell me about it later. We have to go." He squeezed back briefly, then turned and walked out the door.
"Keys, Kiba," he said, holding out his hand to the brunet as they walked down the stairs to the lobby.
"What?" Kiba said.
"Keys. I'm going to drive. I need to do something, and half the things I want to do I can't do at the moment, so – give me your keys."
They walked out the door and started towards the parking lot.
"You think just because you're in some pissy assed mood I'm going to let you take it out on my baby?"
"Pissy assed mood – fuck you." Naruto said, catching the keys as they were thrown to him. He unlocked the door and slid inside the bug, reaching over to unlock the passenger side.
"No thanks," Kiba said, getting in and buckling up. "You're not my type."
"Yeah, thank whatever powers that be for that."
Kiba waited until Naruto was safely out on the road, and then continued. "What, you wouldn't want to be lusted after by this fine piece of manflesh?"
"Manflesh? You're so corny. And no, I would not want to have to wake up next to your hairy ass in my bed."
"My ass is not hairy. Well, not that hairy," Kiba said, eyes widening at a parked car that passed by way too close. "Does Sasuke have a hairy ass?"
"Sasuke. Fuck. Oh man, you didn't get his number, did you?"
"Naruto! Watch out!"
"They moved. It's the freeway; they know to get out of the way."
"One would hope. I swear I can just cancel my trip to Vegas this year and take you out driving instead."
Naruto chuckled, switching lanes again. "Man, I love the carpool lane."
"Yeah," Kiba said, glancing at the speedometer with a bit of worry. "And no, we didn't exchange numbers."
"Damn. Maybe Sakura has it, I didn't think about that."
"Yeah, probably. It's like one or two in the morning over there now though."
"Why'd they call you so late?"
"Evidently Jiji convinced them to go out drinking."
"I bet that was tough. Man, what is he thinking?"
"I don't know. Sec, phone," the brunet said, opening it up and listening for a second.
Naruto watched as Kiba opened the glove compartment and shuffled around, looking for something to write on. He pulled out a pad of paper and pen and shifted the phone to his other ear, scribbling something down. "Thanks," he finally said, hanging up.
"Flights?"
"Yeah, she booked us on the 11:40 Korean Air flight, we should get in around three their time."
"Good." He patted his pockets, ignoring when Kiba made some noise of concern about how it might affect his driving. "Just checking to make sure I grabbed my passport. I did. You have yours?"
"Um."
"Kiba?"
The brunet leaned forward, rifling around in his glove compartment.
"You keep your passport in your glove compartment?" Naruto exclaimed.
"Hopefully – yep!" the brunet said, waving the document in the air.
"You're insane."
"Hey, I was tired the other day and didn't know where to put it."
Naruto just shook his head, watching the signs for the exit to the 105 that would take them to the airport.
"By the way, what's up with your new ringtone? I thought you hated that song."
Kiba grimaced. "I do. Stupid Sai. Don't ever let him get ahold of your phone. By that, I mean don't ever try to drink him under the table, and leave yourself open once it doesn't work."
Naruto chuckled, weaving through traffic toward the proper exit.
. . .
Sakura sat down at her desk and leaned back in the chair, trying to calm down. Her secretary popped her head in the door and told her the details about the flight, confirming that she'd let Kiba and Naruto know. Sakura thanked her.
"Is everything alright, ma'am?"
The pinkette looked at her a minute, and then said, "Yes. Just Jiraiya being Jiraiya. Could you get me a cup of tea, please?"
"Certainly, ma'am."
She turned to her computer and checked her emails, thinking about the best way to go about contacting Uchiha corp. She glanced at the clock, calculating the time difference in her head. A phone call wouldn't do. So perhaps an email.
The thought of emailing Sasuke directly was a bit intimidating, especially considering everything else that was going on. Even just imagining his face when he heard what all had happened was a very scary image. She'd probably have to face it at some point, but probably better to do it after everything was solved. Naruto would be over there soon anyhow.
She was still trying to figure out what to do when she saw the email from Neji. Reading between the lines, she could see that Sasuke was obviously worried about Naruto. She wrote Neji back, assuring him that everyone was fine, and letting him know that Naruto would be coming over to take care of some family matters. She also mentioned the fact that Naruto's cell phone was currently not operational, and gave him Kiba's number as an alternate. That should take care of most of the problems.
Then, she emailed Deidara with a more detailed explanation of what was going on, confessing her plans and how things had spiraled outside of those plans. The blond didn't check his email all that often, and she knew he was a late riser, but it was better than nothing.
Sighing, she sat back. This wasn't how things were supposed to go at all. Seriously, a girl should be able to surprise her number one surprising best friend without having to worry about all of this. Thinking about the other players in the equation, however – including the most surprising best friend – she had to admit, she probably shouldn't be shocked. Crossing her fingers that everything would turn out alright, she sent a text to Kiba asking him to call her once they were through security and waiting on their plane.
. . .
Kiba followed Naruto through the terminal, dreading the thought of another ten hour plane flight. He'd called Ino while they were in the baggage line earlier to make sure she would be willing to dogsit again. He'd started thinking in the car about the implications of Naruto and Jiraiya possibly moving to Japan. He knew Jiraiya was crazy, but he wasn't that crazy – not yet. At least he'd have something to worry about on the flight. He gave a little internal shrug and plopped down beside his best friend.
Naruto sat back in the airport chair. "I am so sick of this place," he said.
"You're telling me. At least we get to try out a new airline."
"True." Naruto watched the people through slitted eyes, sighing. "I can't believe you still had your luggage in the car."
"You can't believe I'm that lazy?"
"Eh," the blond said, "you have a point."
"Any idea what you're going to do for clothes when you get over there?"
Naruto shot him a dirty look. "Are you saying I stink?"
"Well, I have to admit, that shirt isn't too fresh."
"Heh. I'll make do with something. I know they sell clothes over there."
"True."
"And I bet I can get another one of these shirts if I want it," the blond continued, a slight smirk on his face. Then he frowned. "I hope Sasuke's not upset about my phone being missing."
"Is he the type to freak out?"
"Maybe."
"Just make it up to him when you get there. And don't feel the need to tell me the details."
Naruto chuckled. "I'd call you a prude if I hadn't had to help you juggle your relationship issues in college."
"Heh." The brunet supposed he really couldn't be considered a prude, but – Naruto was like a brother to him. He'd been scarred by being exposed to Hana and her escapades while still in junior high, he didn't need any more of that.
"You know what I should have done earlier?" Naruto said, interrupting his train of thought.
"What's that?"
"Had you let me talk to Jiji on the phone. Did they tell you why he said he was moving to Japan?"
"Well," Kiba replied, "they said he was under the impression that you were moving to Japan."
"Where in the world would he get that idea?" Naruto said, looking puzzled. Then he frowned. "Give me your phone."
"Sure, no problem."
Naruto flipped it open, frowning at the screen. "You have a text message from Sakura asking you to call her when we got through customs."
"Really? Oops."
Naruto chuckled. "If you're gonna put the damn thing on vibrate, at least put it in a spot where you can find it."
"Bite me."
"No thanks, don't want to get rabies. Hello, Sakura?" the blond said, turning away from the brunet after making a face at him."
Kiba just sat back, chuckling to himself and wondering why he had a sneaking suspicion his whole life was about to be turned upside down.
. . .
Naruto held the phone up to his ear, watching planes taxi outside the terminal.
"Naruto!" Sakura said. "I was afraid that Kiba didn't get my text. Have any problems getting in?"
"No, it's fine. So listen, Sakura –"
"Naruto I –"
"It's alright. You first."
"Ok. So um, where do I start. I think I know the reason Jiraiya might have run off like this – but wait, let me finish, please?"
"Alright."
"Well, I've been thinking – for a while now, actually – that the person to head the branch in Japan should be you."
Naruto sat back, a bit stunned. "Really?" he asked.
"Yes. You deserve it; just being my assistant isn't enough for your talents and we always meant to end up equals in this thing anyhow. Besides, you love Japan, and know more about the business than anyone besides me, so it just seemed perfect. I was planning on talking to you about it this week after we got back – and after you met Sasuke, it seemed even more perfect."
"Wow," Naruto said, speechless for a minute. "Thank you. I can't believe you didn't mention any of it to me, though – you're horrible when it comes to secrets."
Sakura gave a short, self-deprecating little laugh. "Well, I wanted it to be a surprise. Surprise!"
"It is that," the blond said, letting the possibilities play in his mind.
"But I also knew you wouldn't ever be willing to move over there without Jiji, so I called him up last week to feel him out about if he'd be able or willing to move – "
"Oh?"
"Yeah, and then we got cut off in the middle of the conversation," she continued.
Naruto rubbed his forehead. "Let me guess. You tried to call back and he didn't answer."
"Yeah, and we both know how he hates to carry a cell phone."
"And of course, you didn't decide to tell me anything about it."
"Well! I just thought I could never catch him, I didn't think –"
"You didn't?"
"Well, maybe a little bit," the pinkette admitted. "But I didn't really think."
Naruto pinched the bridge of his nose and counted to ten. He thought over the frustrations of the last few hours, and then about what Sakura had been trying to do. In the end, he just had to laugh.
"No big deal, Sakura-chan. He's safe, right?"
"Yeah."
"Thank you. Even if –"
He could imagine her smile. "You're welcome. I hope everything's ok."
"Well, I'm sure it will be. Especially now that I know that he actually had some reason for running off like that and wasn't just sinking into senility. Even if the reason was pretty flimsy, and he should have waited around, and left a note, and – well, you know."
"Yeah. I'm sorry, I should have thought."
"It'll be ok."
"I hope so."
"Ah, they're calling for our flight. I have to go."
"Ok! Oh! I sent an email over to Uchiha corporation, and one to Deidara, so –"
"Ah, hey, can you text Sasuke's number to Kiba's phone? So we can have it when we land?"
"Sure thing. Hope you don't get too bored on your flight!"
"I'll try not to."
"Just think about your raven!"
Naruto chuckled, following Kiba into the line. "I'll try not to; don't think Kiba would appreciate that."
"Not those type of thoughts! Anyhow, have a good flight, be safe."
"I will. Talk to you later Sakura. And, thanks again."
He grinned, hanging up the phone. His family wanted to make him tear his hair out some days – but their hearts were in the right place. He smiled to himself, a bounce in his step as his mind thought about what could happen if he did move to Japan. Suddenly, he couldn't wait to see Sasuke. Their plane couldn't land soon enough.
. . .
Sasuke frowned when he walked in the door of his office. Neji wasn't at his desk. That was unusual. The raven checked his calendar, and saw that Neji had a doctor's appointment and would be out part of the morning. He checked his email. Nothing. He checked his voice messages. Nothing. This was starting off as a very bad day.
He hadn't been able to sleep well at all the night before. His thoughts were too full of worry about Naruto, about what was going on. He'd stayed up until late, thinking that maybe Naruto would answer in the morning, but there was no answer. He tried it again. He was starting to feel like a stalker, with all of these missed calls. He thought about emailing Sakura, but shied away from that idea. It felt like he really would be a stalker, then.
"Why aren't you answering?" Sasuke mused, hand lingering on his phone. The days before were starting to almost feel like a dream. He was starting to doubt – what if he was the only one who felt like this? What if Naruto had just been having fun, or had second thoughts when he got back home? He tried to distract himself from his thoughts with work, but he couldn't focus on anything. He checked his calendar. At least he didn't have any important meetings scheduled for the day. He'd hate to think what he would be like meeting clients in this state.
The last thing he needed was for his older brother to open the door, come in, and sit down across from his desk without even saying hello. The two looked at each other for a moment, Sasuke trying to keep his agitation well under wraps. Finally, Itachi leaned forward.
"Sasuke, I want to talk to you about something."
The younger raven raised an eyebrow in response.
"I was going over the projects from last week, and noticed something." The older raven showed him one of the projects he'd been working on last week, and Sasuke frowned as he noticed his mistake. "I know last week was rather unusual, but I don't expect to see these types of lapses in attention where you're concerned, Sasuke."
Sasuke's gaze snapped up to meet his brothers. He didn't say anything.
"If you're going to be involved in a relationship, you need to make sure to keep work separate from your personal life."
"Is this your way of criticizing me for getting involved with Naruto even though he is a client?"
The older raven frowned. "Take it however you would like. Just remember things aren't only about you and him – we have employees counting on us to make sure that we take care of them, and if you make a habit out of these types of mistakes they're the ones who will be hurt."
"I don't make a habit out of these types of mistakes, aniki."
"I realize that, little brother. I am telling you I don't want to see you start."
They both stared at each other for a moment, anger sparking between them.
Itachi frowned and said, "Naruto seems like a very nice man. But whatever is going on between the two of you, you're letting it affect work, and you should expect that I will speak to you about it if I see it. You're too good at your job to let it slide."
"Like you weren't emotional when it came to Deidara."
"Naruto isn't Deidara."
"No. He's not. He's not yours."
"You're acting like a child."
"You –" Sasuke said, stopping and looking away.
Itachi leaned back, trying to catch his breath. "How is Naruto, anyhow?"
"I don't know."
"What?"
"I don't know! He hasn't answered his phone since he's been back."
Itachi frowned. "Have you tried emailing him?"
"No," Sasuke said, kicking himself now that Itachi suggested it.
"Have you tried emailing Sakura?"
"No."
"Have you tried any of their other numbers?"
"No, ok? I've just been calling his cell phone, but all it does is go voice mail!"
They glared at each other, both ready to break.
Itachi narrowed his eyes. "Maybe he just doesn't want to talk to you."
The room went cold. Sasuke stared at him, incredulous, as his older brother's words echoed the worst corners of his heart. He stood from the desk. "Just go fuck yourself, Itachi."
He stormed out of the office, running into a surprised looking Neji and Deidara exiting the elevator. "I'm taking the day off, Neji. I'm sure you can handle things."
He didn't even look at his older brother as he pressed the button for the garage, resting his head against the cool wall of the elevator as the doors slid shut.
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