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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: A bit shorter than normal, but... yeah.
Oh yeah, and reviews make mouths happy ^_^
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Even as the words left his mouth, Itachi was wishing he could take them back. He didn't understand how even the most straightforward conversation with Sasuke could sometimes turn and burn out of control. No one else could make him lose control like that – not even Deidara.
When Sasuke turned and walked out of the office, Itachi followed. Deidara caught his eye with a look of question, but the raven shook his head briefly and turned to Neji.
"Hyuuga-san, could you please email Sakura and try to find out if there is anything wrong with Naruto?" he asked.
Neji slipped behind his desk and started powering up his computer. "Already done," he said. "I'll let you know the reply when I get it."
He nodded, and turned down the hall towards his office, trailing a certain blond.
Itachi opened the door and went in, trying to take a moment to gather his thoughts before turning around. It was like watching a train wreck coming towards you, and not being able to move out of the way. On top of that, he was genuinely worried about Sasuke – it'd been several years since he'd been mad enough to tell him to fuck off. Trusting that Sasuke's good sense would overcome any momentary impulsiveness, Itachi schooled his features and turned around.
Unfortunately, it seemed that Deidara could see right through him. As always.
The blond closed the door behind himself, and then cocked his head to the side, glancing at the raven with a calm look on his face. "Care to explain what just happened there?"
. . .
Sasuke calmed down a bit on the ride home. There were times when he was convinced he absolutely hated his brother. Despised, abhorred, detested the older raven and his condescending ways. It annoyed the hell out of him that Itachi knew exactly what to say to get under his skin and stick the knife in deep without even trying. The fact that he was equally able to do the same was not a comfort at this time.
The larger part of himself knew that he didn't really hate him – and, after a few minutes, a corner of his mind was even starting to try and get the rest to acknowledge that Itachi hadn't really been trying to piss him off, even though that was exactly what had happened. Part of him even tried to act like it could see where his brother was coming from, but he slammed the door on that as soon as it started speaking up. Screw that. Intentions or not, Itachi could be a royal fucking asshole.
He startled the cleaning lady when he walked in the apartment, taking off his shoes and managing to greet her politely. He had almost forgotten she was coming. He forced himself to calm down, knowing that he couldn't ask her to leave without her taking it as an insult and thus would be unable to do most of the activities he was currently tempted to accomplish – most of which were loud or otherwise socially unacceptable.
Instead, he turned down the hall towards his bedroom and then opened the door at the end of the hall, entering the one room in the house he used the least. It was a small study, decorated in traditional style with tatami mats. Bookshelves lined the walls. They were all older books, many of them inherited from his grandfather. A low table sat to one side covered with all the equipment used in creating calligraphy. He shut the door gently, and sat down on a cushion in front of the table, closing his eyes for a moment to try and center himself.
For a few minutes, he tried to empty his mind of everything. Then he opened his mind and looked down at the table, uncapping a bottle of water and pouring a bit into the suzuri. The inkstone was one of the things he'd inherited from his grandfather, the man who had taught him calligraphy. He knew he must always treat it with respect. That helped him focus as he picked up the sumi and started to carefully rub it against the inkstone, watching as the black charcoal began to mix with the water. He made sure not to press too hard. There was an art to the preparation that was as important as any other element involved with the actual production.
As he finished mixing the ink, he laid out a sheet of paper centered on the mat, setting the long thin paperweights on top and bottom sides of the sheet. It was just a practice sheet of hanshi, since he did not intend to necessarily keep it. This was for practice, and meditation, not creation.
He picked up a hosofude and dipped the tip in the ink, holding it above the paper before he began to draw. He focused on the movement of the brush and the creation of beauty, trying to push all emotions to the back of his mind so he could actually think.
Itachi was right that he shouldn't be letting his issues with Naruto affect work. He acknowledged that. He thought about what would have happened if he'd been this upset during an archery tournament, whether he would have let the emotions get the best of him and destroy his chances of making the perfect shot. It wasn't too hard to imagine – he'd been there. Whatever else was going on, he still had his pride. He hadn't let the emotions get the best of him back then; he was definitely not going to let them do so now.
Still, the worry was there. Now that he had taken a step back, he could see that Itachi's remark did not have merit. From everything he knew about Naruto – and Sakura Corporation – there was no way the blond would have intentionally just cut all ties without a word of explanation. And he had landed successfully. Perhaps there was a different explanation.
He had to acknowledge, though, that there was a fear within him that he was in this far deeper than the blond. He felt this desire to have him, even for a moment. A certain melancholy rose up within him at the thought that maybe, now that the blond was back in his normal life, he'd draw even farther away. Sasuke felt like it was a weakness to be attached so quickly, but the feelings did not abate. He decided to give them voice.
My lips long to taste
Water droplets flowing from
Blushing pink petals
But my mouth will remain parched
For the flower has fallen
He looked the poem over for a moment, and then heard his phone vibrate in his pocket. Setting down the brush and pulling it out, he frowned. He was still angry at Itachi. He noticed that there were a couple of calls from him, and one from Neji's number. He didn't want to speak to either of them. They could wait.
He turned back to the paper, contemplating it for a moment. Something in him rebelled against the last line – not to mention, describing the dobe as a flower was grossly inaccurate. He chuckled. He was tempted to save it just to through in Naruto's face at some point – then scrunched up his nose when he thought of the comebacks the blond would have to it. No, best to let it go entirely.
He picked up the paper and folded it a couple of times before setting it in a low shallow ceramic bowl to the side. Lighting a match, he touched the flame to the edge of the paper, watching it burn. The ritual was cleansing.
Sighing, he turned and picked up another piece of paper, settling it on the shitajiki and placing the weights. Then he picked up the brush again, making sure the ink was not yet dry.
. . .
Deidara rarely fought with Itachi. He acknowledged that the other man was not necessarily perfect. He also acknowledge that his lover sometimes had a slightly skewed sense of how to handle things, especially when it came to his little brother. As he listened to the raven's explanation, he walked over and sat down in a chair across from him.
"He shouldn't be so impatient," Itachi concluded.
"Yeah," Deidara muttered, looking to the side and thinking. He had to admit there was a part of him that took some sadistic glee in Sasuke's issues. It was almost like a bit of belated payback. Unfortunately, he cared enough about Naruto to not want the blondie to suffer, and he probably would when he found out how upset Sasuke had been at his absence. Though Deidara supposed that it was nice to know you were so missed.
"I was patient," the raven continued.
Deidara raised an eyebrow. "That's one word for it. You were also pretty damn cocky you'd get me in the end, yeah."
Itachi smirked. "I was right."
The blond just rolled his eyes – Itachi knew he hadn't meant it that way. But, he was right. Deidara shook his head ruefully, then went said, "True, but we resolved most everything years ago. Sasuke's been single – well, off and on, but really – for how long? I think this is the most serious I've seen him be about anyone."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Hn." It was the raven's turn to look away, frowning.
"Also, you were both wrong."
Itachi looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
"Naruto isn't trying to ignore Sasuke. When he got home, his grandfather was missing, and he's spent the last day or so trying to find him. He also lost his cell phone. His grandfather is evidently over here in Japan, and Naruto is flying over to come and get him."
"Hn." Itachi said, frowning. "He lost his cell phone?"
Deidara nodded.
"And his grandfather?"
"Yes."
"Are you really sure this is the type of person –"
"Yes."
Itachi still looked skeptical, so Deidara grinned. "Just think how many ways Sasuke will get to learn about patience."
The raven smirked at that, and the blond was pleased to know that he'd most likely headed off the potential protective big brother reaction. Then Deidara leaned forward, a calculated glint in his eye. He had been listening to the entire story, after all. And he'd heard some things that Itachi probably hadn't meant to let slip.
"Now," he said sweetly, "Let's talk about you."
The look in Itachi's eyes was something he was only very very rarely able to produce.
. . .
Kiba nudged Naruto awake as they landed at the airport. The blond looked around groggily, trying to remember where he was.
"Wake up, dorkface. I swear you're like sleeping beauty or something, only without the beauty."
"Shuaup."
"What was that?"
"I said Shut up, dogface. I'm awake, I'm awake." The blond stuck his tongue out at his friend before sitting up and watching the people start to exit.
"So what's the plan here? We both going to go get Jiraiya, or what?"
Naruto looked over at him, thinking. "Give me your phone."
"So demanding." Kiba said, handing it over before he got up to grab his backpack from the overhead compartment.
"Shut up, you like it. I've heard the stories, remember?" Naruto said, opening it up and flipping down to the right number.
Kiba shuddered. "I so do not want to think about you like that. Don't even go there."
Naruto grinned cheekily, then pressed send, and listened to the phone ring as they made their way down the aisle and into the terminal. "Yeah, yeah. Fuck, he isn't answering. Maybe because he doesn't know the number."
"Sasuke?"
"Yeah," Naruto said, pondering for a moment. Then he made up his mind.
"I'll tell you what. You go pick up Jiji from the publishers and talk to him."
"What do you want me to say – are you moving to Japan?"
Naruto blinked. "Um. Fuck," he said, frowning, then broke out into a brilliant smile. "Hell yeah," he whispered. "Yeah, I guess we are. Wow." His grin grew brilliant.
"Well, alright then." Kiba said. "Just up and leave all of us."
Naruto chuckled. "You could always come too – Jiji is your biggest author, after all," he said jokingly.
"You think?" Kiba said.
Naruto studied his face for a moment, and then grinned again. "Hell yeah! That would be so amazingly kick ass! We could hang out and explore the city together, and I could have fun with you if Sasuke starts being a bastard. You totally should ask them about it, I bet they'd go for it."
Kiba grinned back. "Maybe I will. What are you going to be doing in the meantime?"
"Hmm," Naruto said, "Trying to find Sasuke. I bet he's at work."
"Probably."
"That will work then. Oh, um, let me write down your cell phone number, just in case."
"Cool. Let me know how it turns out."
"No problem," Naruto said, grinning to himself. Excitement raced through him as he left Kiba near baggage claim, going to the curb and hailing a taxi. He hoped the raven was happy to see him.
. . .
Sasuke closed his phone, frowning at the unknown number. There was a discrete knock on the study door. He went and opened it.
The cleaning lady bowed politely, and then said, "Uchiha-sama, I am done for the day. Sorry to have disturbed you."
Sasuke nodded.
"I found some items in the bedroom that I wasn't sure what to do with," she continued.
The raven blinked a moment. He'd put the box of toys away in the closet the night before, but wasn't sure if he'd missed anything. That would be embarrassing.
"I left them on the bed. I hope that is alright?"
"Thank you, yes."
"Have a good day," she said, turning and going down the hall to the door.
"You as well."
As soon as she was out of sight, he rushed into the bedroom and took a look at the items in question. He cursed under his breath, reaching out and picking up one of the items, opening it up and pushing a couple of buttons. Internally, he groaned. He should have known.
"Dobe," he muttered, thinking a moment before turning to go and grab his keys.
. . .
All things considered, Neji was having a rather good day. The doctor's appointment had gone well. Both Uchihas were otherwise occupied. He was able to spend some time indulging himself with his favorite pastime, and he was also thinking up creative ways to rearrange the schedule of the raven who had so impolitely walked out on him earlier that morning.
He didn't expect to be disturbed for quite some time, the way things were going, which was why he was being self-indulgent. The ding of the elevator door came at the most inopportune time. He cursed under his breath.
Thus, he was not in a very forgiving mood when a certain blond walked out of the elevator and came to stand in front of his desk, looking rather sheepish. For politeness's sake, he probably should have stood up at that moment, but that would have been rather ill advised.
"Uzumaki-san. What a surprise. How may I help you?"
"Um, is Sasuke in?" the blond asked, scratching the back of his neck.
"He's out at the moment," Neji said. "He hasn't been able to contact you." Neji knew good and well why Sasuke hadn't been able to reach the blond, but he was feeling just a bit peeved at the moment and wanted to make him sweat.
"Oh. Oh, really? Um, I know. See, I lost my cell phone, and my grandfather, and –" the blond stopped, looking like he knew how much of an idiot he sounded like. Finally, he continued. "Hmm. Do you have any idea where he might be? I need to talk to him."
Neji narrowed his eyes, debating between drawing this out sooner and getting the blond out of here as quickly as possible so that he could continue his previous activities.
The decision was taken out of his hands, however, when the elevator dinged again and the doors slid open.
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richon - nope, will have no clue. but sometimes fate works with even the most mixed up plans...
airhead622 - yeeah.... personally, i like watching his second, but i definately like watching his first better. mebe we'll get to do just that... glad you think it's getting better!
Prism0467 - hah, me too. but he can't sweat forever... just for a very very very long time. he deserves longer. but... ya know.
Kai - Yeeeeeeep ^_^ I'm glad you like it. Just a lil bit more...
Anon - probably so :) but... all that waiting! sheesh! Itachi waited much longer than a couple days for his... but, yeah.
Carousel - yep and yeeep!
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