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Lady Sings the Blues	By : antilogicgirl Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1015 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: “Lady Sings the Blues”
Author: antilogicgirl
Series: Naruto
Genres: angst, romance
Begun: April 27, 2008
Compelted: August 7, 2008
Summary: Naruto thought he knew everything about his best friend, but it would appear that he was mistaken. Sasuke, on the other hand has strange ways of dealing with his emotions.
A/N: And now, I want to thank everyone who has sent in reviews, and for all your concern. It's tough to make Uchiha Sasuke into a loveable, even pitiable character. I guess you guys can make up your minds whether I've managed to do that. Love to you all, and thanks again, especially to: Kagome Raya, Ivy, and redfoxmoon also, to the the non-logged in reviewers. This story is NOT over, so don't worry.
Warnings:
FL--Foul Language
S-ai--Shounen-ai
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Part III: Miracle
It was nearly three in the morning when Sasuke got home. He kicked off his stiletto heels at the door, not bothering to take them up to the closet where all of his shoes for performing were kept. He also did not put on his slippers. No, he simply pulled off the gloves he wore and shuffled over to the couch, his bare feet sticking slightly to the floor. The full skirt was enough to keep his legs warm, but he pulled a blanket from the ottoman anyway. He’d certainly regret sleeping this way in the morning, when his ribs ached from the corset, but there just was no energy in him to do anything more than curl up on the couch and try not to cry.
The engine died as he removed the key from the ignition. Why was he here? By all rights, he should be slumped over on his couch with a beer in hand, getting plowed. Wasn’t that what a guy was supposed to do when he found out that his best friend was gay, and completely lovesick over him? Naruto stared at the house. There was only one light on.
The light coming from the living room window was flickering. Sasuke had the television on. Was he sitting there in his pajamas, eating chips and watching TV like they used to…or was he taking out his frustrations by playing one of the many violent video games he owned? Maybe it would be better to just leave? But the longer he stared at the house, the colder that knot in his stomach got, and the heavier his worry became. He’d made Uchiha Sasuke cry. Sure the guy had been wearing an off-the-shoulder dress that made him look like a woman…but he was still Sasuke. And Sasuke didn’t cry unless something was horribly wrong.
Before he knew what he was doing, Naruto was shutting the door to the car, his feet leading him over the well-worn gravel path to the front steps of the Uchiha ancestral home.
Sasuke jerked awake at the sound of the doorbell. “Coming,” he said groggily, trying to wake up, and groaning slightly as he sat up fully. His dress was wrinkled, and if he’d looked in a mirror, he would have seen that his hair was terribly mussed. And Sasuke would have been absolutely horrified by the state of his face. But none of these things really registered, as he was still half-asleep in that blissful state of unawareness.
In that place between sleep and awake, he did not notice the fact that he still wore his performing attire. It went unnoticed that his feet slapped against hard wood. And he did not bother to look through the sidelight window to see who was at the door. No…he simply opened the thumb-lock, and turned the knob. When he pulled the partition back, though, his body went cold.
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On the way over here from his apartment, Naruto had prepared several possible speeches. The first was one of consolation. He’d tell Sasuke that even though they could not be together in the way he wanted, Naruto would always be his friend. There were three or four others that were based on psychological tidbits learned in his classes at the university. One was indignant, while another was simply a promise that they would work it all out, and preferably get Sasuke into counseling. But the one thing that all of these prefabricated monologues had in common was that in the end, he was essentially rejecting his best friend’s feelings. None of them save the one where he was indignant were done in a mean way, but the rejection remained.
He had all but settled upon the last option when he rang the doorbell, listening to the chimes sound throughout the house. An unintelligible sound came from within, unidentifiable in any way, except that he knew it was Sasuke’s voice. The door swung inward, and Naruto opened his mouth.
His carefully rehearsed speech died in his throat. In the dim light given off by the moon and Sasuke’s television, Naruto could see that he’d been crying. Thick trails of melted mascara ran town pale cheeks, and lipstick was slightly smudged, half rubbed away. Deep black eyes grew wide, and he watched Sasuke’s body tense, hand tightening on the doorknob as if he were going to close the thick wooden door in Naruto’s face.
After a long moment of silence, Naruto found his voice. “Sasuke, I—“
“No.” Sasuke’s jaw began clenching. “You don’t have to say anything. All I needed to know, you’ve already told me. Now why don’t you just go home so that I can start trying to get over you?” He was getting angry, now. A crease had developed between his eyebrows, and Sasuke was not looking at him anymore. Naruto swallowed hard. He hated seeing his friend like this.
“But—“
“Go home, damn it.” And the door shut in his face. The way Sasuke had looked just before the wood nearly touched his nose was…painful. Why did it hurt to see those pale features flinch at what he said? The wheels in his head began to turn, faster than he thought possible, and Naruto suddenly came to a decision. Before Sasuke could lock the door, he reached out, taking the knob in hand. Turning it, he pushed hard, knowing that he was displacing Sasuke’s bodyweight.
There was a soft thud as a body hit the floor, and when Naruto stepped inside, he found himself staring down at Sasuke, who was sprawled on his backside. It was strange, how surprised those usually calm eyes were. The shock of being thrown to the floor was quickly disappearing, however, to be replaced by a large amount of indignant anger. When Sasuke’s mouth opened to deliver what was sure to be a blistering set-down, Naruto stopped him. “Stop.” He knelt down to the left of Sasuke’s seated figure. “Stop right now, Sasuke, before you say something you’ll regret.”
Naruto reached out and took both of the other man’s pale hands. Sasuke’s entire body went stiff, and he stared up at the look of concern that had settled into blue eyes. “Naruto…” the dark-eyed man whispered in a raspy, pained voice, “…please…let go of me.” Tears were starting to well up in Sasuke’s eyes again, and Naruto didn’t know if he could stand seeing him cry. Just knowing that he’d made him do so at all sent a jolt of regret and pain through him. Absently, he watched one salty teardrop slide down a fair cheekbone, leaving a fresh trail of kohl-black melted make-up.
He pulled a handkerchief from the pocket of his jacket, dabbing at the newly stained area of skin. Sasuke seemed surprised by the action, but after a moment, Naruto watched black eyes slide closed and felt his hand take on the extra weight when the other man leaned into his touch. Smiling slightly, Naruto asked, “Why would I let you go? You don’t want me to.”
Barely shaking his head, Sasuke murmured, “No…I don’t. But that’s the problem, isn’t it?” It was strange, and almost spell-binding to watch red lips move as Sasuke spoke. “I tried not to think about it…I really did.” Sasuke’s eyes were still closed as he began rambling, “But you’re always there. I didn’t want to be this way, but I woke up one morning, and there I was, on your couch like always, with you snoring away on the other end…and I knew. Damn it, I knew what all of these stupid feelings meant. And I knew then and there that I’d never love anyone else the way I love you.”
For a long moment, Sasuke did not say anything. The way his voice had shaken at that admission pulled at the strings of Naruto’s heart. Just when he thought it might be safe to interject, he was cut off before he could speak. A crease formed between slender eyebrows as Sasuke rasped, “And that’s what hurts the most. You’ll find someone, fall in love and have tons of kids, and I’ll just be me. Alone like always, watching somebody else make you smile.”
The numbness was starting to set in again. It was a slow, chill bit of insensitivity that had only just begun creeping into the edges of the hole that had been ripped in his chest. For years, he had denied. Sasuke had flatly refused to even address the warm feeling in his chest when Naruto smiled. He’d ignored how his pulse quickened when intense blue eyes locked with his in silent communication born of a lifetime. And Uchiha Sasuke had not for one moment considered that he might ever be jealous of anyone. But then, when Naruto had brought a date home for their usual movie night…he saw the green monster for the very first time in his life.
Sasuke leaned on his usual arm of the couch, his legs extended and popcorn in hand. The movie was going to start soon, if only the previews would finish. Naruto seemed a little nervous, for some reason, and jumped at the slightest sounds. Just as he was beginning to wonder about his best friend’s behavior, there was a sharp knock at the door.
Blue eyes lit up from the inside, and a broad smile crossed Naruto’s face as he jumped up from the couch, tearing through the living room to the kitchen and then the entry hall. The door opened, and Sasuke watched as Naruto ushered in a girl that was about their age, maybe a little younger. Annoyed at the unexpected company, Sasuke yelled, “Movie’s starting, asshole! Better hurry up if you don’t want to miss anything!”
Naruto shot him a deadly glare before helping the brunette off with her coat and shoes. It was three whole minutes before they got to the living room, after which Sasuke was obliged to take his feet off of the couch. He instead propped them on the coffee table. From the corner of his eye, he watched Naruto’s arm slide into place around the girl’s shoulders. An inexplicable tick began to develop beneath his right eye.
Two hours later…
“Kira, wait!” Naruto cried as he scrambled after the girl, nearly upsetting the coffee table in the process. She was halfway to the door already. Sasuke hid his satisfied smirk behind a hand full of popcorn. This was better than a movie! Just at the end of the main floor of the apartment’s entry hall, the girl stopped very quickly and turned around. Naruto skidded to a stop.
“Naruto,” she said in a high-pitched voice, “that is the rudest, most disgusting person I’ve ever met. How someone as nice as you are could possibly associate with such an individual, I have no idea. Goodbye.” She didn’t even stop to put on her shoes, picking them up from the floor and tucking them under her arm on the way out the door instead. Naruto stood in shock for a full minute, staring at the door Kira had just slammed.
This, of course, left Sasuke quite pleased with himself, but for the rest of the night, Naruto did not speak to him. In the morning, Sasuke woke up first.
Naruto had been propped up against one arm of the couch, and he on the other. They’d entered into a staring contest, but Sasuke didn’t remember who won. He’d fallen asleep. Morning sun was flowing into the room and turned blonde hair into a glowing burst of light. With his face pressed against the couch back, snoring slightly, he looked so peaceful, so perfect, that Sasuke had simply stared until blue eyes opened sleepily.
They’d gotten up off of the couch to make breakfast, joking and insulting each other as they normally did, and for a long time, Sasuke thought that Naruto was fine. But that afternoon, Naruto had confronted him. “Don’t do that again,” he’d said, “I don’t like the person you become when you don’t fancy the girls I bring around.” It was not that he’d disliked the girl. But he had not taken the time to get to know her, either. In the end, it all boiled down to the cold, hard truth that Sasuke was jealous for the first time, and he hated the feeling.
Now, with the way Naruto’s hand was pressed against his cheek, and simply the nearness of him was enough to start eating away that hollow, cold spot in his chest. In its place was left only a warm sensation, and he supposed that it was not a good thing. It wasn’t good because that warmth gave him hope, and that could only mean disappointment in the very near future.
But at the moment, he couldn’t make himself care about the fact that in a few seconds, that warm hand was going to draw away. He did not care that Naruto was going to be completely disgusted with him. All that he was concerned with was that Naruto’s hand wasn’t gone yet; that he hadn’t run out of the door yet. He wasn’t gone yet, and for just a few more seconds, Sasuke could lie to himself that maybe even a fraction of his love for the other man might be reciprocated.
The beating of his heart seemed to be the only thing he could hear as it began to pound. Somehow, even crying with makeup running all over his face and lipstick smudged, Sasuke managed to be absolutely beautiful. It was becoming harder and harder to deny the fact that he did think that his best friend was beautiful. It always seemed wrong to think that, before. Attraction had hit him like a bucket of ice water to the face, and it took him...how long to get used to it? He could remember the first time he’d thought that his best friend was pretty. They’d been sixteen, and Sasuke had stolen a couple bottles of sake from his older brother’s personal stash, for which he would later pay dearly.
On an empty stomach, they’d consumed most of the two large bottles, and were utterly intoxicated. Lounging on Sasuke’s bed in their underwear, they talked about everything and nothing. Then they fell silent, just staring at the ceiling. Naruto had turned his head, meaning to say something, but nothing came out, because Sasuke was still looking up, and he was simply so…beautiful…
Just like he was now.
Realization hit him hard, taking away his breath, but not so much as when those black eyes opened. “Naruto…” he heard Sasuke say as his face drew nearer, “…I…” Slender fingers threaded into the hair at the side of his face, and Naruto leaned into the touch. Sasuke’s eyes widened, unable to put together the pieces of what was happening.
Smiling slightly, the blonde man said in a quiet voice, “I didn’t get to tell you how pretty you looked tonight, Sasuke.” Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he should have just left when he’d planned to…And maybe he’d be damned if he would get up and leave his best friend just when things were getting interesting! Whatever little voice in the back of his head had turned nay-sayer, it was now shut tightly in a cupboard, right along with his common sense.
“Pretty?” Sasuke breathed, almost inaudibly. “You think I’m pretty?”
Naruto shook his head slightly. “You’re beautiful.” The corners of Sasuke’s mouth began to creep upward, until a genuine smile transformed his tear-stained face into a true thing of beauty. “You’re a mess, but you’re still beautiful.” He swallowed the lump that had begun to grow in his throat. The thing just wouldn’t go away, so he left it there as he continued to speak. “I couldn’t stop staring at you up there on the stage. You sing real pretty, Sasuke.”
“Thank you,” came the breathy reply. Those words had a different effect now than they did at the club. He smiled, and leaned forward, resting his forehead on Sasuke’s. “Naruto,” the other man whispered, “do you think you could ever love me…like I love you?”
A smile began to spread slowly over his face. “If you had asked that question twenty minutes ago, I’d have told you no. I thought you were crazy. But…now that I think about it, I’ve always sort of known how you felt. I just never really put it all together. And I do love you, Sasuke. I don’t know how I could keep from loving you.” Sasuke let out a cry, and Naruto suddenly found himself on his back. “Gah!” he yelled when his head connected with the floor, almost hard enough to make him see stars. Something heavy weighted down his stomach, and it was a long moment before he realized that it was Sasuke, sitting on him. “Ooow…” he groaned, not knowing if he meant the pain in his head, or his torso.
“Oh…I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” dark hair tickled his cheek as a teasing voice played in his ear, “Let me make it better.” Eyes widening to impossibly large lakes of blue, Naruto stared up at his friend in shock at what was being implied. Sasuke pulled back for a moment, amusement in his black eyes. “What? You love me enough to say so, but not enough to let me kiss you? What are you afraid of?” Red-painted lips hovered over his, and after a long moment, they began to descend.
“Wait.” Naruto took hold of Sasuke’s shoulders, fingers wrinkling taffeta. “Let’s get you out of this dress.” Sasuke gasped, but Naruto laughed slightly, and said teasingly, “Now who’s scared? I just don’t want to kiss you for the first time while you look like a broken-hearted drag queen.”
Sasuke frowned, but stood. Hands planted on his hips, he leaned down toward a somewhat stunned Naruto and said, “Call me a queen again, Naruto, and I’ll beat you to a pulp, and I’ll do it while I’m wearing a dress.” Marveling at his friend, who was obviously slipping back into the character of a woman, Naruto had to suppress a laugh. Sasuke was probably one of the most psychologically screwed up people he’d ever met. Not that he loved him any less for it…
A/N: So, are you guys okay after that emotional rollercoaster? It took a lot out of me to write that!
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