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Steps disappeared on the first floor, so Naruto stopped
there as well, to take in some air after jumping over three and four stairs at
a time, running. The hall to the right was empty when he looked � how quick
exactly this � Sasuke had to be for
Naruto not to catch up after that mindless run anyway? And why was he in such
hurry to get away anyway? All the doors, four of them, were shut, without any
traces of which one might have closed just now.

Naruto thought about going back down to ask Sakura about who
exactly this guy was and which room was his, but he couldn�t make himself turn
around. That would take too much time, and he just didn�t want to waste it. He
just wanted to look at him some more, talk. Naruto knew him, and well enough to
simply seeing him again would trigger him like that; there is no other
explanation. Which meant that Sasuke knew him in turn; Sakura�s reaction was
proof enough for that.

Going down was out of question. Maybe this ability to
remember things was just a temporary thing; maybe it will fade away with shock.
Maybe it was too late already. No, have some faith, Naruto thought and instead of going
back, he quietly walked from door to door and listened intently.

First two rooms, across from each other, were empty; there
was no mistaking the piercing silence behind the doors. Behind the third, though,
some odd, low noise was clearly pointing out that someone was inside. Naruto
stopped and listened, grateful yet again for his exceptional hearing.

The noise, it turned out, was person using a phone. When a
voice on the other side answered, muted enough for Naruto not to make out the
words, from behind the door he heard, �Fuck!�

He had the right room, alright. No way would he make a
mistake about Sasuke�s voice, and that
was Sasuke, angry as hell. He wasn�t talking to anyone, though; Naruto realized
that when he heard the familiar beep. It was just a machine.

But Sasuke�s voice was no any less angry, regardless to the
effort he obviously invested in sounding calm when he left the message:� �You were supposed to warn me.�

Warn him about what, Naruto coming? Was he talking to the
person who had sent him the picture? Or was he talking about something that
happened before he came to the inn? Naruto listened for several more moments,
but the only thing he could hear was phone closing. Who-ever it was that the
machine belonged to, clearly knew what was is it about. That was frustrating;
he will have to ask about it. And Naruto had no hope he would actually get an
answer.

Still, he had to try.

Straightening up from a half crouch he couldn�t even
remember he lowered into, Naruto knocked on the door.

�Fuck off.� Sasuke said, not bothering to check who was it,
not even bothering to raise his voice much. It was very clear from the tone
itself what he felt about having a visit right now � not to mention words.

Violently rude vs.
extremely stubborn, round one, Naruto thought and knocked again, louder and
longer. Nothing. He tried again, practically banging
at the thick wood. Steps approached, but Naruto barely had time to straighten
his expression when the door flew open.

�What do you want?� Sasuke demanded. Naruto meant to say
something smart or witty, and maybe a tiny bit rude. He wanted to be on this
guy�s good side, to talk to him, to charm
him. He never meant to say the complete, honest to God truth, standing on the
doorstep, looking and feeling utterly stupid, but Sasuke had the darkest, most
compellingly furious eyes.

�I want to find out where I know you from and why you�re
pretending you don�t know me.� Sasuke narrowed his eyes and took a sharp
breath, like he was preparing to say something not only rude, but also loud
this time. Naruto was quicker. �And I also want to know who was it you were
trying to call just now.�

�None of your business.� Sasuke
snapped � and Naruto would be willing to give him that, if he wasn�t addressing
only the last part, because the first obviously had much to do with Naruto. The door silently moved, and Naruto barely
made it inside before Sasuke managed to close them. �What are you doing? This
is my room, you can�t come inside.�

Naruto forced his eyes of Sasuke�s face red with anger to
look around. The room was clean to the point of absurdity, with no private
objects in sight. Kiba was right, though. Beautiful engravings were all around,
on the bedpost, mirror and window frames, wherever there was some wood. No time
for admiring that now.

�I decided to pretend you have some manners. Where do you
know me from?�

As he looked back at Sasuke, the way he stuffed his hands
into the pockets of his dark blue jeans and the way he was glaring, Naruto knew
he won�t be getting anything remotely to the honest answer.

�Downstairs. You fell into my arms like a clumsy damsel in
distress.�

He had tripped, sure,
though the memory that came to him was too vivid at the time for Naruto to
explain how exactly that happened or why. He wished he could at least remember
what he saw, but as it was, he could only feel embarrassed � later, though even
at some other time, he would not find that remark particularly insulting. For
some reason, he expected more from Sasuke.

The window of Sasuke�s room looked above the parking behind
the house, at the dead but still upright remaining of a tree. Its branches were
completely bare and the bark was dark enough to be confused with black, even on
the bright shadowless summer sunlight. Not
the best of all the possible bedroom views, Naruto was thinking as he said:
�Why you�re making a big deal out of it? Sakura and Kiba also know me; we were
just talking about it.�

�You are in my room,� Sasuke said, in a flat tone that
suggested he was tired of explaining this again, �Without my permission and
despite my will. I have no intention of answering your crazy questions. Get out.�

�No. Not before you answer.�

Silence lasted for a second only, before Naruto heard steps
going toward the door. He reacted as fast as he could, and blocked Sasuke�s
exit. Come on, did he think he can just run?
It�s a stupid, silly question.

But when Naruto rose his arm to demonstrate how he was not
about to let him out, Sasuke flinched. It was small, very small movement, but
Naruto recognized fear easily.

It hurt, for some reason, more then ever before. Naruto had never
harmed anyone, not even the fucking
cockroaches in his first apartment; what the fuck about him was scaring people
so? Why would Sasuke be afraid of him? Even if they knew each other as kids,
surely Naruto wasn�t all that scary then?

�Sasuke.� He said, wanting to confirm it, wanting to ask why
and get an answer for once. �Are you afraid of me?�

Sasuke sneered. It looked attractive on him, as out of place
as that thought was. �No. You are trespassing and I want you out of my room.�

But the flicker was there, a little look Sasuke cast as if
to measure how far away from the door he was and how quickly he could make it
to there. They were not even standing very close; there was no way Sasuke was
freaked because his personal space was compromised or anything. Naruto clenched
his jaw and stepped toward him, testing. Sasuke kept his ground, but let his
eyes slide off Naruto to the door again. It was enough.

�You are, you fucking bastard!�
Naruto said, barely controlling his voice. He wanted to yell and beat the crap
out of this � this asshole. But attacking him would be like proving there was a
reason for fear after all. He was just angry; angry enough to want a fight, and
Sasuke looked as if he would happily fight back. �What could have I possibly
done to you to make you flinch away by raising my arm? I don�t even kn � I
don�t even remember you!�

Thankfully, Naruto�s � and his own � rage smothered all the
fear Sasuke was showing earlier.

�Do you need it spelled out? You are in my room! I want you out!
How much clearer can I get?�

Naruto�s fist still ached for a fight, but he felt
incomparably better. Yelling is good. Yelling is always good when you don�t
know what else to do.

�Fine.� He said. �Fine.
But you will get out of your room sooner
or later, and I�ll ask you all kinds of questions then.� And for the good
measure, once again as he was reaching blindly for a doorknob and yanking them
open. �Fine!�

In the hallway, Sakura was looking at him wide eyed and Kiba
was peering over her shoulder. They seemed mostly confused � not afraid, because they had no reason to be � so Naruto felt
somewhat better for it as well.

�I�m sorry.� He said, before they asked anything. �I guess
I�m too impatient. I walked into his room without permission, he was kind of
angry.�

Kiba�s mouth quirked into a smile.

�He can be a little � hard to talk to.� Sakura said, and
Naruto thought she should be a bit more worried about the racket and
disturbance, not look so - glad about
them fighting. He kept quiet, grateful she was not kicking him out. �Here, we
have your things and your set of keys. The room is right there.�

The door she pointed out was the furthest always from
Sasuke�s, but in a tight hall with four rooms, that was just several feet away.

Pushing away disappointment about being unable to get
anything from Sasuke � not memories, not even a simple conversation, Naruto
smiled as convincingly as he could and followed Sakura into his room. There was
no sun peeking inside, so it would probably be bright in the mornings. The wood
was darker then it was down in the lobby and engravings were just as beautiful.

After listening to Sakura�s explanations about ground rules
and bedroom use, he had to ask. �Where do I know him from? You said��

She said something earlier about not being surprised Naruto
remembered Sasuke.

�It�s a small place. Everyone knows everyone here. We all
went to school together.� Her tone was too careful, very flat and balanced.
Even Kiba gave her an odd look from beside the door, where he was standing.

Naruto didn�t really believe her. �And that�s all?�

�No, not really. You two were � oh, I don�t know, together
all the time. Best friends and all.�

�Yeah, and Sakura used to chase you a lot.� Kiba added,
snickering. �I remember it now - after a while, she was so determined to make
you be friends with her that you had to start to back up into the woods.�

Sakura�s expression was stormy, with hints of thunder. She
was just a little girl back then, but it probably wasn�t the best feeling to
know people you wanted to be friends with were running away from you. Naruto
decided to change the subject.

�I thought those woods were off limits.�

Kiba�s darkening expression made him want to hit his head.
So, no talking about Sasuke�s and Naruto�s friendship around Sakura, and don�t
mention the woods to Kiba. Don�t try to be funny with Ino. Oh, and don�t talk at all to Sasuke. Anything else, Konoha?

�Not for the owner�s son, they�re not.�

It took only a second for Naruto to connect things. So, the
woods belonged to Sasuke�s family? He must be rich. So why�

�Why is he here then? Don�t they have a house or something?�

The track that conversation took now agreed better with Sakura,
she was the one to answer, leaning closer conspiratorially: �He fights with his
father a lot. Every few months, at least, so he comes here to stay until things
cool down a little. Mum gave up on renting that room completely, even when the
mill has business associates staying with us.�

While she was talking, Kiba closed the door. He continued
when Sakura finished: �They were always like that, that family. Itachi � that�s
Sasuke older brother � was always fighting with his father as well, he ran away
from the house when he was fifteen�� Wait, wait, what was that? What was that
look Sakura gave Kiba just now? It was like she was scorning him for telling
too much.

�But this time, I think Sasuke has a reason to be mad.� Kiba
said, changing the subject slightly. Naruto didn�t want to risk their talkative
mood, so he kept quiet. He wanted to know what they were hiding, but also about
Sasuke. �His father brought his sister�s children to live with them. If the
rumor is true, he wants to make the nephew his heir, because he doesn�t believe
Sasuke would run the mill and the land as he�s supposed to and Itachi was never
even heard about in years.��

�That�s just a rumor.� Sakura dismissed it. �But they � the
cousins � are really staying the summer. I met the older girl; she was very
nice, although shy. A real rest for my ears after too many years of Ino.�

Naruto, who was bouncing off the mattress a little to check
how soft it was, waited for Kiba to pick up, or something, but they both fell
silent. No matter, they were chatty � and if he was careful, he could maybe
even extract that bit about Itachi they didn�t want him to know about from Kiba
later � so he decided to let it rest for now.

�Ino from the restaurant? I met her earlier. And Kakashi,
the cop? They seemed nice.�

Naruto almost groaned aloud when Sakura threw another one of
those warning looks to Kiba, but thankfully, he missed it completely.�

�You met Kakashi? So how come he didn�t tell you more about
your parents?�

The wave of sadness washed over Naruto, and the careful � if
not entirely conscious � avoiding of the subject went to waste. �Oh?� He asked,
sounding somehow small and frightened even to himself. �I�m not sure if he
recognized me, I didn�t say anything. He knew � he knew my parents well?�
�
Green Sakura�s eyes were huge with sympathy and a bit teary
while Kiba pretended he was suddenly very interested in wood engravings on the
doorframe.

�He still lives next door to your old house. If someone
knows a lot about them, it�s��

�Jiraiya!� Kiba cut her off, a satisfied grin all over his
face. �He will be so happy to see you! He is��

�An old pervert.� Sakura interrupted Kiba in turn, glaring
hard enough to make a black hole of his face. Then she turned back to Naruto,
expression softer. �But he probably knows the most about your parents. You
should talk to him.�

God, but that sounded good. To know more about his parents,
to find out more about himself, about what happened. He will go to them, to
whoever knew him. He will make them remember every detail he possibly can, it
didn�t matter how long it would last. Maybe some of them had a picture, maybe
they knew�

��Their names?� Naruto�s voice was so small, even he had a
hard time hearing it, so he tried again, though judging from the expressions on
his friend�s faces, they got it. �Could you tell me their names?�

Sakura swallowed to clear her throat that Naruto suspected
was as loaded as his own was. �Your mother�s was Kushina, I remember that. She
was my favorite librarian, always so nice.�

Librarian. His mother, Kushina, was a librarian in this small,
beautiful town. So normal, so perfect. She was nice, Sakura said. So Naruto was not a freak, he was just an
orphan, because his parents died. There was nothing wrong with him, or with them.�

�And my father?�

But Kiba and Sakura were looking at each other helplessly.
It made sense; they were kids, probably calling his parents Mr. and Mrs. Uzu -
Namikaze. Uh, that was going to take some getting used to.

�Never mind, I�ll ask Kakashi � or that Jiraiya guy.�

Kiba brightened instantly. �And you can do it tonight!�

Well, Naruto had no plans to make it exactly fun as Kiba
made it sound it would be, but he was curious about what picked up his mood,
because Sakura smiled a little as well.

�Tonight?� He prompted.

�Yes! We all go to �The Flirting Paradise� tonight � well,
every evening � and you have to come. You�ll be able to talk to Jiraiya.�

�He�s owns the bar.� Sakura added.

Naruto found himself smiling. Yeah, a bar sounded nice. Name
of it not so much, it was kind of funny, but a prospect of alcohol� He might
need some� extra strength, to get
through all this, to soften a hard day around the edges before bed. And if the
owner was the man who knew his parents best, that was even better. He had to
ask, though he already made up his mind.

�Who�s �we all�?�

�Everybody.� Kiba
elaborated helpfully, making Sakura roll her eyes.

�He really means it, actually. Everyone old enough to buy
alcohol and not married is there every single night.� She said. �You should
come. People would want to see you.�

�Okay.�

When Naruto agreed, she stood up as if the sound of his
voice reminded her of something. Pushing Kiba toward the door, she explained.
�You should unpack; have a shower, or whatever. Settle in, we won�t bug you any
longer � well, not until later.�

Grinning at the sight of her trying to make Kiba go out
first, Naruto repeated: �Okay,� Which didn�t stop Kiba from yelling before the
door closed that he will come by around eight to pick him up.

Alone in the room, all the sadness and hope returned full
force. This trip was going so much better then he dared to hope � Gaara will
want to hear all about it, but Naruto was not in the mood to call him just yet.
First, he needed to gather more information and think things through.

He had names now, real names to attach to his parents. He
will soon talk to more people who knew them, people who know Naruto. And he
even remembered something�

Also, Sasuke was interesting. Well, he was annoying, and an
asshole � not to mention a bastard for being afraid of him - but interesting.
Best friend? Like, the best of all friends, as Gaara is now? Doesn�t that mean
that even if that Jiraiya knew the most about his parents, Sasuke should be the
one to know the most about Naruto himself? Then why that attitude, why the
fear?

You don�t know if that
was about you at all, Naruto reminded himself. He was fighting with his father, maybe he was angry because of that,
and you came about at the wrong moment.

But that wasn�t explaining the fear. Or maybe if he thought
his father had something to do with Naruto coming back� No, that�s stupid. He
didn�t like Naruto at all, that�s it. And whatever was it that made people
throw him out of the apartment, or back up wide eye from him in the street,
Sasuke saw it, too. Maybe he was right, maybe Naruto was something foul,
something to freak about. Maybe Kiba and Sakura and Ino will see it as well
soon, maybe Sasuke is just more observant.

Don�t be ridiculous,
Naruto snapped at himself, taking his shoes off, because he lay down on the bed
without even noticing. You are nothing
special, in neither a good nor a bad way. You did nothing wrong. Maybe Sasuke is
just insane � or you imagined it all.

To distract himself from the inner discussion, Naruto took a
closer look at the engraving in the wood post over his bed. The scene was also
one settled on a little clearing surrounded by thick forest. Wild animals, some
even unlikely to be from around this area � deer, bear, wolf, squirrel, raccoon
and [was that last one a fox?] and some others � were all making a perfect
circle in the perfectly circled clearing, all facing each other.

It was kind of weird to see wild animals like some trained
dogs on a dog show, acting so alike. It almost felt like they were having a
conference � weren�t dolphins doing something like that? Making a circle and
uh, talking? But even if that interesting fact from the edge of his memory was
true, dolphins were all same species, and this was just so unnatural. What was
the artist thinking? That it was amusing?

Naruto jerked on the sudden noise. After some of the sleep
creped out of his sight, Naruto noticed that the light in the room was much
duller, reddish and fading. Not only had he fallen asleep with his cloths on,
on top of the sheets, but he slept for a long time, and peacefully, too.

�Naruto! I told you I�d pick you
up. You�re not asleep, are you?� Kiba called from the other side of the door.

Yes, Kiba, bar, Jiraiya, other people he knew � Naruto grinned
and got up, informing Kiba he will come down as soon as he takes a shower and
changes his clothes. The bathroom was to be shared with the next door room, but
that was thankfully empty, so he had it for himself.

When he was finished, the evening was already dark enough to
turn on the lights, but Naruto hadn�t bothered. He just made sure the picture
was in his pocket before he walked out, shaking his head a little when he
realized he never even showed it to anyone yet. All this emotional storms were
making him forgetful.

Walking past Sasuke�s door, Naruto slowed down. Kiba said everyone, but that was not an insurance
he meant Sasuke too should be at the bar, not with the obvious dislike. He
couldn�t tell if there was anyone in the room, though. Sounds were always
awkward in the twilight, just before they�d come back to full life with the
darkness. Naruto sped up again.

He will just have to go and see exactly who will be there,
and what will he find out.
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