Bygones and Bylines | By : twistedsheets Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1228 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Disclaimer: I will let Sasuke do it for me.
Sasuke: Naruto belongs to me! :hugs Naruto possessively; Naruto squirms and blushes:
Neji, Hinata, and
Gaara: HEY! :glares at Sasuke, then at author:
Twisted-sheets: :hides: But really, Naruto belongs to
Kishimoto Masashi.
Author’s note: Yes, I’m back! I hope you liked
the last chapter. XD Thank you for your reviews! XD
On timeline, yes, this is an AU story. The storyline has no connection with the current one (the
one in the manga and anime), but I’ll be
using some instances in the manga or anime and alter it to fit the AU.
Warnings:
Yaoi. Lime. Slight violence in the
future. Don’t like? Run now.
Pairings: Uh, SasuNaru, of course, a bit of NejiNaru, GaaraNaru, and vice
versa. XD
Special thanks to: Hitomi: Thank you. XD As for your question, I’ll answer that next chapter, but
basically, the ‘world’ in my AU is NOT connected with the ‘real world’ of
Naruto. It just happens that they’re assassins in ‘my world’. I hope that
explains everything!
Ghostninja85: Well, let’s see if
anyone saves Naruto. But really, does Naruto need saving? XD You like Bleach? I
recently got addicted to it. XD
YaoiloverS: I might just join
you with the doujinshi thing. XD And who knows, what
you thought might just happen! XD
Heather: Thank you. Hmmm…on your question
about Naruto and Sasuke, yes, they were lovers. XD You’ll know more about their
past relationship next chapter!
Lady Samurai: I put the answer to
your question after the fic. XD But no, that’s not the
Kyuubi. XD
Devious Lil
Devil: HAH! I actually beta-read a SasuSaku LEMON once! *shudders* Love triangle?
More like a love polygon is in the making! *hint*Gaara*hint*
Aimee: Yes, truly, suspense could kill.
*twisted-sheets dodges glares from readers*
Ezj: Thank you! I try not to overwhelm people with too much information.
Clowangel: Maybe. If Sasuke’s nice
enough. XD
Vivacious: I agree on the Aya and Youji part. XD
Hogo-chan: I love you, too, but not THAT way! XD I hope the update was fast
enough! XD
Izumi: So do I…it’s
hot in here…(literally. It’s 38 degrees Celsius in where I
live).
Yoroshiku, snell,
peanut, Sukara, Liliath, ayachan, SnyperKat, kirameki, aeryn, Vermillion
Spiral, Loveforboysineyeliner: Thank you, and I’m sorry about the cliffie…or
maybe not! XD And yes, I am truly evil.
Rey and KuraResa: Thank you. XD I hope your satisfied with
this chapter!
This is for my dear baby, Gladys. XD :wapish:
:wapish:
Chapter III:
Proximity
Naruto had forgotten just how good
Sasuke was with his mouth. Fortunately, Sasuke was doing his best to make him
remember.
Naruto’s now free hands clawed
against the cool tiled wall, fingers digging into the tiles as he arched into
Sasuke’s hot mouth as the Uchiha continued to suck him off. Strangled noises
escaped from his slack mouth as unshed tears burned his closed eyes. His heart
was beating fast, slamming back and forth in his chest as it pumped to
circulate the blood Naruto felt was now concentrated in two places–his hard, throbbing shaft and his hot, flaming face.
When Naruto came, his whole world
went white and still for a moment, then exploded into a burst of stars that
left him weak and boneless. He sagged against the wall, breathing in ragged,
hoarse gasps.
Naruto watched with hooded eyes as
Sasuke’s head bobbed up and down, throat working as he swallowed. When he was
finished, the Uchiha slowly slid his lips out of Naruto, lingering for a
heartbeat for a quick lick at the tip before looking up and gazing at Naruto
with a triumphant smirk. He stood up and pressed his body against the still trembling
Naruto. “You still taste of strawberries,” Sasuke whispered into Naruto’s ear.
Naruto stiffened at the remark, and
with a hoarse snarl, pushed Sasuke as far away as his orgasm-sapped strength
allowed him. The Uchiha merely fell a few steps back, but it was enough for
Naruto to gain some measure of sanity. “You said you wouldn’t do anything!”
Sasuke raised a delicate brow. “Did
I? I don’t recall saying anything like that. I promised not to hurt you, and I
didn’t, did I?”
Naruto opened his mouth to tell the
Uchiha to go fuck himself, but clamped his mouth shut. “I came here to schedule
an interview with you and not,” Naruto said through clenched teeth, “to get
harassed by you.”
“Harassed?” Sasuke sounded amused,
taunting him. “Is that what you call it now?”
“Shut up!” Naruto whipped away from
the Uchiha and hurriedly fixed himself, fumbling briefly with the buttons and
zipper. His fingers curled into tight fists as he felt Sasuke’s gaze on him.
“Do you always behave this rudely
when you’re scheduling an interview? You’re not a very good journalist,
Naruto.” Sasuke smiled at him. The
bastard is enjoying this!
“I can hardly be civil to someone
who harassed me, can I?” Naruto replied. He tightened his fists and shifted his
weight so he would be ready to punch the daylights out of Sasuke should he try
anything again. He would not be caught unaware again. Dammit! DAMMIT! I knew talking to him was a bad idea. I should have
taken the first plane out of the country the moment I learned he was back!
SHIT!
Sasuke glinted as he noted the
shift in Naruto’s demeanor. “I thought journalists are objective.”
Not to ex-lovers who give them oral sex minutes after they meet for
the first time after five frikkin’ years, they aren’t. “Yes, we are, but that sometimes
depend on the facts on hand and the fact is, Sasuke, you are a despicable,
motherfucking bastard.” Naruto
straightened and regarded the now expressionless Uchiha with narrowed eyes.
“Let’s get some things straight, Sasuke. I’m not interviewing you for the pleasure
of your company. You are news, and it’s my job to report news. That’s all you
are to me, and that is all there is to this.”
“And if I refuse to be
interviewed?”
Then Tsunade will have my hide and my friends and I could possibly
lose our jobs.
Naruto smirked at the Uchiha. “Then there’s no need for me to be talking to
you, for which I will be eternally grateful to the gods. Good bye, Sasuke.”
Turning on his heel, Naruto headed for the door. He was reaching out to wrench
the locked door off its hinges when Sasuke spoke from behind him.
“This Thursday, at five in the
afternoon, my office,” Sasuke said in a curt voice as Naruto turned to look at
him. “Don’t be late, moron.”
Naruto felt a faint surge of
elation, but quickly quashed it down. Schooling his features to look
indifferent, he replied in a deadpan voice, “Fine. I’ll be there, asshole.” He
once again reached for the doorknob, but before he could, the door burst open
with a loud, forceful bang. Naruto froze.
Neji stood at the doorway, face as
dark as a thundercloud. Behind him, Naruto could see two terrified security
men. The Hyuuga’s pale eyes flickered at Naruto’s crumpled appearance, then at
a glaring Sasuke, then back at Naruto. His eyes narrowed when Naruto
involuntarily flushed. The Hyuuga’s arm darted out to grasp Naruto’s wrist
firmly. “What took you so long? The others are waiting for you.” Giving the
Uchiha a look that could wither trees in a single glance, Neji dragged Naruto
out of the men’s room.
“Neji,” Naruto began, but Neji
silenced him with a single look. For a few moments, he let Neji drag him in
silence, and then Naruto said, “I’m sorry.”
Neji abruptly stopped walking,
making Naruto stumble a little. They were, thankfully, in a deserted hallway
not far from the ballroom and it did not seem like Sasuke had followed them. “Neji?”
Neji turned to Naruto. “There is no
need to say sorry, Naruto. It is I who should
apologize. I should have known the Uchiha would follow you.” At Neji’s tight,
cold tone, Naruto realized Neji was truly upset, but not at Naruto, but at
himself.
“Hey, hey,” Naruto said, patting
Neji at the back. “Don’t blame yourself. You’re not clairvoyant, you know. It’s
Sasuke’s fault, all right? And I guess it’s my fault
as well. I should have known better.” Naruto smiled at Neji. “Don’t worry; he
didn’t do anything I couldn’t handle. Anyway, let’s just forget about that
bastard and go to the others. Sakura’s probably itching to kill me by now. For
all I know she could have poisoned my food.”
-------
“You! What are you doing here?” Naruto
demanded, pointing a shaking finger at the newcomer sitting on his place on
their table. Ignoring the strange looks the people in the other table gave him,
he added, “And why are you sitting in my place?”
Hatake Kakashi grinned through his
facemask. “Why, Naruto, is that any way to greet your
long-lost teacher?”
Naruto scowled at Kakashi. The
gray-haired pervert hadn’t changed in the three years he hadn’t seen him.
Kakashi still had that droopy, sleepy sort of look and carefree manner that
made enemies underestimate him, much to their grief later on. His left eye lay
hidden beneath long bangs. He also still wore that stupid facemask of his.
Naruto never understood why he had to wear that facemask even outside missions.
“Shut up. Get your own place, you pervert.”
“Pervert?” Kakashi actually sounded injured,
but he scooted out of his chair and sat instead beside Shikamaru.
Naruto snorted. “What do you call
someone who keeps on reading porn novels and actually collects the hardbound
copies of it and the paperbacks as well then read them everywhere?”
“A bookworm? And it’s not porn. It’s art.
Jiraiya would disagree with you.”
“Jiraiya wrote that stuff, and he’s
a self-admitted SUPER pervert.”
Naruto sat down on his chair with a huff. He narrowed his eyes at Kakashi. “So,
what are you doing here?”
Kakashi smiled again. “Why, to see Sasuke-kun, of course, and to get free food, what
else?”
Right,
Naruto thought. He hadn’t heard from Kakashi for three years, then bam, he was
here. Last thing Naruto heard, Kakashi was doing some kind of investigation.
Glancing around the table, he saw that most of his ‘batch mates’ in the
vigilante group were here as well. Although it seemed like they were here in
response to Sasuke’s invitation, he knew this people better than that.
Naruto’s eyes shifted to Nara
Shikamaru, who shrugged and slumped in his seat, but not before Naruto caught
the familiar code-gesture he flashed at him. Not here. Too many ears.
Ah. So
his suspicions were right. There was more to this little get together than it
seemed. Kakashi sitting with them was enough proof of that.
Naruto waved at Hyuuga Hinata,
Neji’s cousin, who sat across him, fiddling with the tablecloth. “Yo, Hinata! Long time no see!”
Hinata looked up, a slight blush on
her face. “Hello, Naruto. It’s been a while.”
“Café doing well? Ahhh…remind me to drop by
sometime. My supply of your cakes is running low.” He grinned at her. “I love
your strawberry cheesecake! It’s the best!”
Hinata’s eyes brightened, and she
smiled, though her cheeks got rosier and rosier. “Thank you, Naruto.”
Naruto’s grin widened. He had
always liked Hinata. Had the situation been different–Naruto mentally shook
himself and turned to Shikamaru. “So how are things, Shikamaru?” Naruto asked, raising his voice to be heard over the din of other
people’s conversation and of the sound the orchestra playing in the background.
“I thought you’d have an album out by now, or a record deal.”
Shikamaru scowled at Naruto and
sank deeper into his chair. It was Yamanaka Ino who answered
for him. “He had an offer a few months ago, but he turned it down.” Ino glared
at Shikamaru. “He said it was too troublesome for him to be signed up with a
record company.”
“Eh?” Naruto stared at Shikamaru
with disbelief. After the group disbanded, Shikamaru played acoustic guitar at
bars to support himself. Naruto was no expert in music, but even a deaf person
could tell Shikamaru was a genius. Neji once described Shikamaru’s voice as
‘honey poured over thunder’ or something like that. And the way he played the
guitar! Naruto always had goose bumps whenever he saw or heard Shikamaru play.
Shikamaru once said he had no aptitude for the arts, but dammit, the guy lied! “Why did you refuse?”
Shikamaru gave a tired sigh. “Because they’d make me work, work, and work. It’s too
troublesome and tiring. I’m fine with playing in bars. I earn enough anyway.”
Naruto laughed. “Geez.
You haven’t changed. So when are you and Ino getting married?”
Shikamaru made a choking sound,
while Ino looked pained. “For the last time, Naruto, we are NOT a couple. Why
would I want to be–”
“Sure, sure. Whatever you
say, Ino.” Naruto hid a grin. Ha! Like he
didn’t see them together a week ago in a bar Shikamaru had a gig in.
“Anyway,” Sakura began mildly,
“where have you been, Naruto? You were gone for hours!” Despite the mild tone
of her voice, Sakura’s eyes were blazing with restrained irritation as she
looked at Naruto. The girl hadn’t forgiven him for slamming the phone down on
her.
“Ahahahahahaha…I, uh, met up with
an acquaintance I hadn’t met for a long time, and we talked for a while. Sorry
to have kept you waiting.” He grinned sheepishly, praying that they believed
him. He said the truth, didn’t he? Though he left out some
minor details…
Sakura sighed. “You’re a bad liar,
Naruto.” She looked pointedly at his rumpled clothes and
would have said more had not Hinata spoken up.
“Uh, Naruto,” Hinata began,
glancing at the head table where the important guest sat. “I think it’s
starting.”
All turned to the head table, and
sure enough, distinguished-looking people started taking their seat there.
Naruto narrowed his eyes as Sasuke entered, a pale, ghoulish-looking man
following him. “Orochimaru,” he muttered. “The head of Hebi
Corporations.”
“That’s him?” Ino asked, eyes wide. “He looks like Michael Jackson.”
“He does, doesn’t he?” Kakashi
said, leaning forward.
But nastier. Way, way nastier, Naruto thought. What
have you gotten yourself into, Sasuke?
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“He’s back.”
Tsunade lifted her head from the
report she was reading to glance at the man standing beside the window. “I
know, Jiraiya.”
Jiraiya turned to her, the dim
light in the room casting shadows on his face, hiding half of it. “What do you
plan to do?”
She shrugged. “What can I do? I
have disbanded the group. Let the police handle it.”
“You know they can’t.”
Tsunade sighed. “Jiraiya, I can’t
do what you want me to do. It’s been five years. Everyone’s living peacefully
now. We have outlived our usefulness in this time and age. Why do you think I’m
in this business?” That was why she decided to disband the group and take up
journalism instead. Not all wars are won by arms, and
hadn’t someone said the pen was mightier than the sword?
Jiraiya scowled. “Not with him
around. And there’s been talk about another faction.”
“Akatsuki.” She spoke the name like a curse.
Jiraiya couldn’t help but chuckle
at her tone. Then he became serious. “So what will you do?”
“I don’t know.”
T.B.C.
Author’s notes: OHMIGOD.
Did I just write that? Yes, yes. Neji came to the rescue (sort of)! How cool!
Sasuke is angry, poor Sasuke. Why strawberries?
Ahahahahaha…So, how was it? I hope they weren’t OOC.
Sasuke’s voice: Oh, oh!
I found a voice clip from w w w. naruto-nippon. n e t of Sasuke doing a love confession! Look for it!
His love confession made me MELT! KYAAAAAAA!
Shikamaru the Singer: YES! YES! Shikamaru’s seiyuu (voice actor) is a very, very
good singer! XD I could imagine Shikamaru strumming it out with an acoustic
guitar. Although in the anime/manga he said he didn’t know much about music, he
did show some aptitude for it. Let’s just say this was one of Shikamaru’s
hidden talents. Want proof? Go to the website I
mentioned earlier. XD
FAQ on Twisted-sheets and the fic: Ehem. I had nothing better to do, so for
fun, just a few questions and answers about the author and the fic. Feel free
to ignore it. XD
Q: How much of
Viewfinder and Weiss Kreuz is there on the fic?
A: Not
much, really.
The fic was inspired by the two manga. I just saw
Sasuke as a potential Asami, and Naruto as a potential Takaba.
I’m not taking anything from the storyline of the two manga (okay, maybe just a
little). As you might have guessed, the assassin part came from Weiss Kreuz, though Naruto’s organization is very different from
Weiss’ Kritiker.
Q: Where’s the
Kyuubi? Is he going to be here? Was he Naruto’s twisted conscience?
A: Yes. You’ll see him next chapter or so,
though he isn’t what you’d expect him to be. He’s a bookseller! Kidding! XD And no, he’s not Naruto’s twisted conscience.
Naruto’s twisted conscience is…himself. XD
Q: Are you a
journalist?
A: Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah…yes. I have a degree in Journalism. I
even graduated with honors. XD So there, my secret is out in the open. If you’re asking why a journalist is writing yaoi…uh,
next question.
Q: Can they still do
jutsus? What about bloodline limits?
A: Some of the characters will have
special abilities akin to their abilities in the anime/manga.
Nothing…supernatural, though. XD
Q: Does your mother
know you write yaoi fanfics?
A: Does your mother know you READ yaoi fanfics? XD No. My parents
don’t. They’d die if they found out.
Next chapter: “Naruto had always been an orphan,
but Sasuke had just been orphaned.” A little flashback on how
Sasuke and Naruto met and became who they are now. Naruto should have
read the warning note on the package. More on the vigilante
group and on the others. XD
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