An Indecent Affair | By : ClaireBear Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 2104 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Sorry this one is a little short. Near the end it gets angsty
as you see Sasuke’s take on the whole matter. (He’s not as optimistic as his brother, is
he?)
Chapter 25
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The week began pretty much the same way the last one ended
with the group seated around a bar table and enjoying each other’s
company. For Neji’s
sake, they toned down their revelry and opted to spend the evening inside a
quaint karaoke bar. It was still fairly
early, not yet six o’ clock and the moon barely made its presence known in the
gradually darkening blue sky, however, the crisp air warned
that night was fast approaching. The
atmosphere inside ‘Ma & Pa’s’ was cozy and inviting, the warm, thick aroma
of deep fried cooking stuck to the walls and offered a welcoming sanctuary with
the promise of a hot meal and cold beverage after a long, hard day.
Naruto fiddled with the user-friendly,
automatic karaoke machine and got ready to belt out his next ballad while a
plump waitress prepared to take their order.
For two hundred dollars, Itachi made a deal
with the owner to let his little canary use the machine exclusively. The impatient songbird hated having to wait
his turn and, once he’d started, he’d never want to stop until he was good and
ready so, to prevent a scene, he rented the next hour or so for the blonde
soloist. Naruto
flipped through the electronic list, selecting an old seventies
favourite of his and brought the microphone to his
lips as the screen loaded a generic motion picture and its accompanying words.
“Me and Mister Jones. We’ve got a thing, going on. We both know that it’s wrong. But it’s much too strong to let it cool down
now.”
“He’s really good,” complimented Neji
and was seconded by the barmaid who took his menu and scribbled down a bacon,
lettuce and tomato sandwich for the ‘guy with the girly hair’.
“Only when he sings songs in his key,” Sasuke
joked and ran over the laminated card for the third time, unable to decide if
he wanted something with grease or something with slightly less grease.
“You should hear him in the shower,” Gaara
cut in, pointing a glossy, black fingernail at a selection under the ‘Meat and
Potatoes’ menu. “He’s fantastic,” and Neji got the impression that Gaara
made up the live audience as he performed in the bath. His face started to tingle and he wished he
still had his menu to hide behind when he imagined sharing a shower with Sasuke.
For Naruto, Itachi
chose an option under ‘Like Mother used to Make’ and
requested a cheeseburger and fries for himself.
“I just wish he didn’t feel the need to monopolize the bar of soap and
use it as a mike,” he muttered with irritation and relinquished the card to the
waitress. His straightforward comment
left Neji flabbergasted and he hid his wide-eyed embarrassment
by pretending to scratch an itch between his eyebrows.
“Maybe next time we should get out and flush the toilet,”
the naughty red-head suggested.
“What will you guys like to drink?” their waitress
snickered, tucking the menus under an armpit and scrawling madly on her
notepad. Their bedroom talk didn’t
disturb her in the least.
“Nothing alcoholic,” Sasuke
instructed and, unable to make a decision, opted for the same thing his brother
was getting.
“Huh, speak for yourself,” Gaara
scoffed at the restriction then turned to look up at the freckled young
woman. “I’ll have a Pina
Colada and make it extra slutty.”
“Umm… okay,” she giggled coyly and scratched her brown hair
with the eraser of her pencil. She
wasn’t quite sure what that meant but put ‘with lots of decorations’ next to
it.
“We gotta be extra careful that we
don’t build our hopes too high. ‘Cause he’s got his own obligations and so do I.”
“Two cokes and a lemonade for me,” Itachi ordered after much thought. If Naruto planned
on singing for a while then he was going to get very thirsty. Neji called for a
glass of fruit punch and Sasuke, still indecisive,
asked for lemonade as well; with table seven’s order complete, the girl retreated
to the kitchen.
Gaara made himself comfortable by
pulling his legs onto the seat of his chair so he sat cross-legged, his small
stature making it easy for him to do so.
“What attracted you to this boorish oaf anyway?” he directed that
question to Neji.
“I mean, you’re decent, classy, well-mannered
and he’s…” his emerald gaze eyed the younger Uchiha
with great disdain. “Not.”
Itachi gave his younger brother a
warning glare and he fought the urge to shove the nuisance off his precarious
perch. He hated having to always take it
on the chin whenever their guardian protector was around and, while they
received their fair share of discipline when they got out of hand, Sasuke only wished he could mete out a fitting punishment
of his own. But Itachi
would never let him lay a hand on either of them and, even if on a rare
opportunity he managed to give them the beating they so royally deserved, all
they had to do was go running to their big daddy and he’d end up with a beating
twice as severe as the one he dished out.
Naruto and Gaara
were pretty much untouchable and they made a habit of flaunting their
invincibility every chance they got.
“I know Sasuke can be… harsh sometimes,”
Neji admitted.
“But underneath his brash exterior, he’s actually very sweet.”
“Shh, not so loud,” the other
brunette looked over his back in a reconnaissance fashion. “I have a reputation.”
“Hn,” Itachi
chuckled lightly at his younger brother’s amusing antics. It wasn’t often that he was privy to Sasuke’s childlike exuberance, the young man was, as Neji had hinted, a cold son-of-a-bitch the majority of the
time. Even during his past
relationships, Itachi couldn’t recall seeing him this
laid back. This…
happy. “Just make sure you take
care of him, Sasuke,” the older boy forewarned and he
turned to Neji to give him counsel. “Let me be the first to know if he ever
mistreats you.”
“Now he’ll go his way and I’ll go mine, but tomorrow we’ll
meet the same place, the same time. Me and Mister Jones, Mister Jones, Mister Jones.” Naruto ended on an
elaborate vocalization and he earned himself a smattering of applause once the
music faded into silence. He thanked the
sparse audience and wove his way through a maze of empty tables to take the
seat reserved for him between his two lovers.
Naruto immediately chugged on his glass of
complimentary water, his golden eyelids fluttering as the cool liquid satiated
his overworked throat. “What did you
order for me?” he asked after giving a loud, refreshed sigh and slammed the now
empty tumbler on the table’s surface.
“A Sloppy Joe’s,” Itachi
replied.
“Alright!” he hooted with enthusiasm and threw an arm around
the taller man’s broad shoulders. His
excited sapphire eyes landed on the couple on the opposite side of the table
and he flashed them a pearly grin. “You
lovebirds got a request? Huh?”
Sasuke shook his head, he still hadn’t got over the initial embarrassment
after Naruto dedicated his first song of the evening
to the ‘cocky asshole’ and the ‘stuck-up prude’ sitting next to the ‘flaming red-head’
and ‘the fine piece of ass over there’.
The insults he could live with and had tolerated for as long as he’d
known the loud-mouthed upstart, but singing Celine Dion’s ‘Declaration of Love’
made him ready to face the Apocolypse. In many ways, the song was appropriate and,
from the way Neji shifted restlessly and kept his
eyes glued to the table centerpiece, he could tell the lyrics revealed a lot
more about their partnership than even the Hyuuga was
willing to confess.
Sasuke was just glad that the
place was still somewhat empty and that he didn’t recognize any of the patrons. The last thing he needed was for this to get
back to the office but, the other customers all seemed so depressed and caught
up in the hardships of their own pathetic lives that even if they were under
his employ he somehow got the feeling that they wouldn’t care and the only
reason they gave applause at the end of each song was out of common courtesy.
“What other songs do you know?” Neji
asked.
“Please, Neji. Don’t encourage him,” Sasuke
all but groaned.
Naruto cut his eyes at the
youngest brunette before focusing his attention on a smirking Hyuuga. “All the ‘Greatest Hits’ from the seventies to the nineties,”
he boasted.
“Why does it matter?” Gaara cut
in. “It’s not like you’re left to wing
it on your own, the words are there.”
“Yeah, babe but knowing the lyrics allows you to develop
your own style. It’s not just learning
the words for the sake of not making an ass out of yourself, but to bring the
music to life with the sound of your voice.”
“And all this time I thought karaoke was for people who
couldn’t sing,” Sasuke teased.
“Fuck you,” Naruto hissed while
the others shared a good-natured laugh. “C’mon, Neji. Let’s sing,” he turned to the snickering Hyuuga, suddenly in the mood for a duet. The man almost choked on his breath and
searched for a valid excuse not to embarrass himself inside the diner, but
those pleading, puppy-dog eyes made it difficult to say ‘No’ and Neji now understood how the azure-eyed blonde always seemed
to get his way with his mate.
“Naruto, I-“ he
was suddenly dragged to his feet by one of Naruto’s
strong arms, along with a protesting Gaara in the
other.
“Come on, come on, come on,” he sang gaily, dragging his
unwilling backup singers to the stage.
While an unprecedented move on his lover’s behalf, Itachi
was glad that he and his brother were now conveniently left alone at their
table and, as his bossy boyfriend tried to get his vocalists in position, the
elder Uchiha turned to his younger sibling.
“I still find it hard to believe that he’s forgiven you this
easily,” he said in a low voice, as if wary the others could still hear them
even though they were well out of earshot.
“He’s a forgiving kinda guy,” the
other brunette shrugged, his voice relaying his irritation at his brother’s
insinuation.
A pair of dark eyes, behind red contact lenses, observed the
lean Hyuuga as he took a microphone in hand and
examined it curiously from all angles. “Hn, I suppose. I
just assumed… after everything that’s happened, there would be certain things
not so easily forgiven.”
Sasuke’s face drew into a deep
scowl and he glared at his brother with fury.
“First of all, I didn’t rape him,” he ground through clenched
teeth. “And secondly, you obviously
don’t know Neji as well as you think you do.”
Itachi sighed. “I never meant to imply-“
he shook his head and began again.
“Neji’s been through a lot and he’s put quite
a bit of faith in you. I just don’t want
to see him hurt again. You’re reckless Sasuke and I-“
“I’d never hurt him!”
“-think, that it’s in Neji’s best
interest that you make sure something like that never happens again.”
“And what the hell makes you think I give a crap what you
think?” his younger sibling fumed and it was Itachi’s
turn to scowl.
“This isn’t a fucking game, Sasuke.”
“Look, I know what I did was wrong. It wasn’t premeditated, I never planned for
it to happen, it just did,” the young Uchiha pleaded
his defense. “I betrayed Neji’s trust and I hate myself for what I did; but he
forgave me and we’re trying to put the entire thing behind us. You’re the one that keeps bringing it up.”
“Because I have to,” Itachi
snapped, his red eyes sparking furiously.
“If I don’t you’ll just-“
“I don’t need you sticking your nose into my life and
telling me what to do, Itachi,” and it was a wonder
they managed to keep their heated discussion to a controlled pitch.
“I could give two shits what you do with your life, little
brother,” Itachi growled. “But you’re now responsible for Haku’s life as well, and I won’t stand back and watch you piss
all over it.”
Everything seemed to pause at that moment before the
crackling of speakers and the high-pitched voices of the three male singers,
presented Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons’, ‘Big
Girls Don’t Cry’.
Sasuke snapped out of his
incredulous daze, his jaw hanging slack and his eyes brimming with
umbrage. “You’ve blamed me for Haku’s death all along… haven’t you?” he sneered. “I knew it.”
The other man sighed heavily once he realized he’d made a
Freudian slip and he turned to face the group of men behind their
microphones. His eyes locked with the aquamarine
pair of his lover’s and the young man winked and lifted his free hand. Singing out to him. “Of
course not,” Itachi dismissed the ridiculous claim
and cast heavy eyes to the floor. “I
blame myself.” His brother scoffed in
disgust and he knew he was having a difficult time believing him because he felt
the same way. The truth was, their guilt
weighed heavily on both their shoulders and each boy carried the full brunt of
the blame even though they were lax to admit accountability to one another. “I shouldn’t have walked away from him.”
“No,” Sasuke shook his head, his
voice just as tight and as low as his brother’s. “I was with him last. I should have done… something.”
“You don’t understand, Sasuke,”
and it was the first time in a long time he’d heard emotion in that stoic
voice, seen expression on that stringent face and witnessed tears form in those
cold, dark eyes. “I knew what ‘he’ wanted. I knew what ‘he’ was after. I knew that Haku
wasn’t safe with that man but I did nothing
to stop it.” His voice wavered and he
turned his head away again, willing himself not to cry as the battered and
mutilated face of his first love was resurrected from his memories.
Sasuke swallowed the lump in his
throat with a sip from his glass but refused to let his own emotions show,
although it was much harder for him than it was for Itachi. Although he never saw his mangled corpse, he
was often torn out of sleep with images of his beloved, screaming and pleading
for his help. He could hear his voice clearly
in the pitch darkness but no matter which direction he faced, no matter how far
he ran he was always too late. The soft sobs
would eventually fade into nothing and he was left alone in the emptiness. He no longer had those nightmares but the
moral haunted him daily, making him unable to forget.
“I should have done something; you did nothing; we both let
him die,” he rasped and blinked rapidly as his vision began to blur. His callous attitude seemed to pull his
brother back from the brink of an emotional breakdown and he quickly wiped at
his eyes before taking a calming breath.
“I won’t allow it to happen again, Sasuke,”
Itachi solemnly swore.
“Hn… history does have a funny way
of repeating itself,” his brother murmured nonchalantly and leaned back to
watch as Neji struggled to keep pace with Naruto’s steps. Gaara chose not to move at all. His pale, lavender eyes noticed the dark pair
upon his form and the young man blushed.
Sasuke’s heart skipped a beat as he
envisioned being robbed of the man he loved for a second time.
He felt as if he’d been thrust back into time as if some
omnipotent force was kind, yet cruel enough to make him suffer through the experience
again. To celebrate
the life of a loved only to have him ripped from his heart and cast into the
abyss of the dead. He knew he
could not endure this again. He had only
wanted to protect the Hyuuga, to prevent him from
meeting the same fate as Haku, but he was unable to
prevent himself from falling in love with him.
“Do you have to ‘gayify’
everything?” Gaara
complained, referring to the way Naruto had them submit ‘Big
Girls’ with’ Big Boys’, and interrupted the flow of the song by purposely
forgetting to remove the mike from his lips.
Naruto lashed out at his lover for challenging
his creativity but the short red-head had had enough and gave him a verbal
lambasting.
Itachi rose to referee their
little cat-fight while Sasuke went over to rescue his
mister-in-distress who’d been caught in the middle of the altercation when each
boy asked him to pick a side. The yuuga practically melted in relief once he’d been escorted
back to their table and he gazed up courteously at his savior. He didn’t have to say it,
the way his eyes shimmered in gratitude was enough thanks for the Uchiha. He wanted to
say ‘You’re welcome’, wanted to whisper into his ear ‘You owe me one’ but his
mouth was too dry and his throat too tight to get even the tiniest sound out.
An eerie feeling had suddenly come over him and a sense of
dread threatened to choke the very life from him, no matter how hard he tried
to dispel it.
He was trapped in a temporal loop.
It couldn’t have been just a coincidence that Neji just happened to resemble Haku,
could it? Or that chance would have him
find employ within the same building and under the same manager? Could fate have orchestrated the love that
developed between the two of them even though that was the very thing he’d
wanted to avoid? Was some sadistic god
trying to give him a taste of what was to come when his soul was ready to pass
into the afterlife? Was this to be his
personal hell on earth for allowing Haku’s death? Or was this a means of repentance? Did some universal force take pity on him and
give him another chance to get it right?
Soft fingers brushed against his and Neji
took his hand and gave it a light squeeze.
“Sasuke, are you alright?” he asked with
concern as he looked into the solemn countenance of his partner.
The Uchiha forced a smile and, still
unable to speak, just nodded slowly.
Whatever the reason behind his corporeal deju
vu, Sauke knew that he wouldn’t survive Neji’s death. It would
be poetic justice. To punish someone who
was used to having everything he wanted, one must take that which he loved
most.
For there to be perfect karma, Neji
would have to die.
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