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Night Rain	By : ItaNarulover Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters, they are all owned by Kishimoto Masashi, nor do I make money out of writing this.

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A/N: New chapter.

Sorry for taking so long…

Enjoy ;)

Warnings: Language, etc.

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"Speaking"

'Thinking'

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Night Rain

Chapter 3

Walking down one the streets of Haneda in Otaa*, he resignedly searched for the post office. The girl at the café had told him that it was supposed to be nearby yet he couldn't find it that easily. He guessed it had a lot to do with the streets being so crowded, his view being blocked several times. People kept rushing past him, shoulders bumping into one another, bags flinging everywhere, the movements hectic.

Glancing around himself through the crowd, he observed the store signs. So far all he could see were cafés, restaurants and clothes stores. The wonderful smell of freshly-made food and newly-baked pastries enveloped him as it spread through the air and the chirps of ravens from up above were barely noticeable over the boisterous multitude as he passed it by.

Spotting the post office a few meters down the road, he slowed down his pace, letting a sigh of relief escape his lips.

'Finally…' He thought, the word implicating a lot of things.

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Opening the glass door, he stepped inside, the bell above it chiming loudly. Giving the male by the register a light inclination in greeting, he looked around the office.

Like most post offices, it was very plain looking. The walls were white and blank with very few things decorating it while cardboards, papers, parcels and other objects were stacked on shelves across the room.

Shifting his gaze, he searched for something proper to send the item in. He didn't want it to be stolen on the way, knowing the ring was important to the older raven, not to mention that it probably had cost him a fortune. As the ring surely would be given to Sasuke to wear henceforth, he also knew that loss of it would be painful for them both, something he didn't want them to have to experience.

He still loved them and he always would.

Despite everything, he couldn't hate them or wish them any harm. While it was something he despised himself for, wishing he could get revenge for what they had done to him, it was just who he was and he couldn't change it. Fighting back the gathering tears, he walked over to the shelf containing parcels in different forms and sizes. Finding a small parcel after comparing a few after a while, he deemed it alright and approached the register.

Paying for it along with a piece of paper and some stamps, he asked for a pencil before striding over to the table across the room in the left corner. He thought he might as well get it over with once he was there.

Writing the address on the parcel, he put the stamps on before tucking the handkerchief-wrapped ring inside along with the paper he had written a message on. Sealing it firmly he walked over the clerk once more, giving him the package before leaving the building.

Once outside, he exhaled deeply, his body shaking lightly, though not from the cold.

He had expected to feel relieved, to have his heartache eased by returning the ring, but such a thing did not occur. The same unbearable pain still lingered. Nothing had changed for the better. In fact, he felt even worse.

Because now he knew that it was final and officially over. There was no turning back and he would never see them again. Never enjoy their company, see them smile, laugh and cry, to be there for them… never again…

It was confirmed, there was no point in denying it or ignoring it. It was over. Ten years of friendship and six years of true love was over, thrown away, shattered, broken by a single action, by those who meant the world to him.

Letting tears that had gathered in his eyes fall, he started walking away, the pain in his chest increasing rapidly. The tears itched and stung as they smeared across his cheeks, the chilly air contributing to the feeling.

Walking quickly, he turned toward an empty alley, needing to be alone in a city crowded with people, needing to let it out once more, unable to hide the pain. It hurt too much, he couldn't stand it.

Reaching the empty and darkened alley, he crouched against the building wall, crying harder, his face hidden beneath his forearms as his hands clutched his hair, his breath hitching terribly. He tried to hold it in, but he couldn't, it was too agonizing.

As seconds passed he began to hyperventilate, his chest twitching as his body bent over lightly on the ground, wheezing noises escaping his lips between sharp indrawn breaths. His right arm was clawing at the concrete, the left holding his throat as pain racked through it, his body shaking in the lone and dirtied alley. He recognized it as a panic attack, having had those many times when he was younger. His mind was just too fragile and it couldn't bear the acknowledgment of the awful discovery and the shock it had suffered beforehand.

Forcing his body to relax, refusing to torment himself this way, he started breathing slower, inhaling less hurriedly, his body calming down.

He had to think more positively. It would be alright. It would be alright.

'Don't think about it, don't think about it…' He repeated, like a mantra, calming himself by suppressing the painful events to the furthest reaches of his mind - a process that had helped him many times before. 'It'll be alright… don't think about it…'

Sitting up after a while, he breathed slowly and deeply, inhaling and exhaling. Even though the trembling movements of his body had lessened, they were still noticeable. The tears had stopped their flow, however, and where now only damp remains upon his cheeks, his eyes swollen, red and bloodshot.

Trying to distract himself further in order to make the pain diminish and stay calm, he concentrated on the wall across from him, staring at the enormous poster decorating it. Light blue framed a picture of three guys skiing down a mountain.

Follow your dream.

Mild Seven*

Observing it, he stared and kept staring.

A few seconds passed before his left eyebrow rose upon his forehead. 'What…?'

'…'

'That's the worst cigarette commercial ever… Do they really believe anyone would fall for that…?'

'Follow your dream…'He thought somewhat sarcastically. What did that have to do with cigarettes? Or skiing for that matter? Cigarettes only worsened one's condition; it did nothing to improve it.

'Besides, I guess you would have to have one to-'

Freezing in place, he gasped, his eyes opening wide, the stinging pain forgotten.

How in the flavors of raamen could he have forgotten about that?

'The dream!'

'The dream on the train... Kyuubi…'

Thinking back, he tried to replay the scenes in his head, his mind still unfocused and tired from earlier events.

He had been running, hadn't he?

He had been running after his brother who had kept getting further and further away from him, leaving him alone in the dark. Then the woman of the train staff had awoken him.

What did it mean?

Was his subconscious trying to tell him something? Why would he dream about something like that? Why now?

He doubted it was a coincidence, too many things occurring on this day for it to be one.

The dream, Haneda Airport, the commercial, Kyuubi… it all made sense somehow.

It was as if he unknowingly was being led to his brother. To be reunited with him.

Although he wasn't religious and did not believe in fate, this was just too weird and unexplainable but to be seen as anything but a sign. Perhaps he was just looking for one, for a reason to get motivated enough to do what he had feared to do for ages.

'But…'

He couldn't help but to hesitate.

They hadn't seen each other in 19 years, did Kyuubi even remember him?

He knew that he still lived in Obihiro since he looked it up a few of months ago.

He had been reading the daily newspaper in his office when he had spotted a large advertisement in the economic section. About to turn the page, he had noticed the name of the advertiser and suddenly been unable to tear his gaze away. A man by the name of Namikaze Kyuubi from Obihiro, a personal trainer, was promoting a fitness program in the city's local gym and was encouraging people to sign up for it, being one of the trainers to hold it.

Kyuubi wasn't a regular name by any means and since Obihiro was his birthplace, he hadn't been able to disregard the notion completely, thinking that maybe this could be the one he was searching for, his long lost brother. Instantly curious and tired of his paperwork, he had looked it up.

He had searched the net and found the gym's website effortlessly. Having looked at the different trainers at the page, he had spotted Kyuubi's name and picture, the sight of him shocking him deeply. In fact, he had become so shocked that he had failed to notice his co-workers telling him that it was time for lunch, raamen all forgotten as his eyes stayed fixed on the picture.

He and Kyuubi looked frighteningly similar. The shape of the face, nose and eyes were almost identical. Kyuubi just looked a little older, with red long hair and maroon eyes instead of blond hair and blue eyes. However, the thing that made him one hundred percent sure that Namikaze Kyuubi could be his brother was the whisker-like marks across his cheeks. They were marks he and his brother distinctly had been born with and no other case of such an occurrence had ever been reported. Judging by the photograph, the shape, tissue and color were the exact same as his own.

After he had made that discovery he had instantly called the gym, asking questions about the fitness program and the trainers who held it. He had told them that he was interested in the program and that he would like to have Kyuubi as his own personal trainer, but that he knew too little about the man to trust him with such a task. They had then reassured him that Kyuubi was a great guy but ended up giving him his phone number so that he could call the man himself if he still wasn't reassured.

Having had a lot of access as an accountant, he had easily found Kyuubi's address just by searching on his phone number. But once he had found it, he had let it be.

A bit strange perhaps after all the work he had put himself through but he had just been too afraid of rejection. He was terrified that Kyuubi wouldn't be able to recognize him and that he wouldn't want to have anything to do with him if he ever did.

But… did it really matter that much anymore? Now he was alone, without a home, without his precious people. He still had his fathers and other friends, of course, but he couldn't return back home for them. Seeing the Uchihas together, in town or elsewhere, living the life he thought he had would be too painful to observe.

He wouldn't be able to handle it.

He wouldn't be able to heal and move on no matter how hard his fathers and friends would try. He had to start anew, somewhere else. Perhaps Hokkaidou was a good place to start, alongside his brother in Obihiro?

He couldn't possibly be hurt more than he already was, right?

If Kyuubi would reject him then at least he would know and could stop hoping for the impossible. But if Kyuubi would remember him and welcome him then wouldn't that be better than not trying at all? If that person really wasn't Kyuubi but someone that just looked incredibly alike then he could always continue on searching.

Wouldn't that be better than to stay in this depressive condition forever, alone somewhere else?

Contemplating, he stayed seated on the thrown away carton box for a while, silently thinking about the pros and cons for visiting his older brother, his breathing even and calm, the ache within his heart lessening as faint memories were recalled.

Staring down at his I-pod once he decided what to do, the figures of its watch showed 17.55. A part of him vaguely registered that he'd normally be at home by now but the other part ignored it in order to protect his severely damaged heart.

Rising to his feet, he sighed and dusted himself off, proceeding to stroll down the street but this time in another direction, towards the airport.

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Walking downstairs he walked over to the hallway and bended down to put his black boots on. Grabbing his high collar coat off the hanger he put it on as well, waiting for his foolish little brother to finish dressing upstairs.

He couldn't believe his brother had run around the house in just a towel, everyone would have been able to see him naked through the large windows and he'd surely get a cold. Sasuke truly did deserve to be called foolish sometimes.

Seeing and hearing the man in question run down the stairs, he shifted to stand beside the door, making the younger Uchiha hurriedly put on his shoes.

"Can't you wait… for a damn second?" Sasuke asked out of breath, his clothes hastily pulled on and his hair messier than usual.

"No…" He simply replied before opening the door. "Do you think Naruto would…?" He continued, providing his sibling with the unspoken message that Naruto could be far away by now, before stepping outside.

"I'm done. Let's go." Sasuke quickly responded, grabbing his outerwear before running outside.

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Zipping his black coat firmly closed, he strode beside his older brother. Gazing around him, his eyes desperately searched for a blond haired male, waiting for Naruto to just step around the corner and give them a piece of his mind.

"Should we ask someone?" He issued, seeing as no such thing eventuated.

Maybe someone had seen Naruto as he left the house, maybe they would be able to tell them where he went.

"Hn…" His older brother grunted, obviously agreeing.

The icy-blue sky above them was covered by hazy clouds, concealing the sun, floating past it in a slow motion. The temperature was a few degrees above zero and they both shivered slightly as cold air enclosed their heated bodies, flushes appearing on their equally pale cheeks.

Passing the corner, they spotted Sarutobi Hiruzen, their next-door neighbor. The elder man and Naruto knew each other pretty well, their relationship almost being one of a grandson and grandfather. Since they had moved here, Naruto had always helped the older man with chores and such that the man could not do very well on his own, being in his late eighties.

"Excuse me, Mr. Sarutobi?" Itachi said as he approached him.

"Oh.., Itachi… Sasuke, what can I help you with?" The older man asked as he turned to face them, his little dog Jun barking as he encircled them, waving his tail happily.

"Have you by any chance seen Naruto today?" His brother continued, ignoring the dog currently stroking himself against his feet.

"Yes, I meant to ask you about that… did something happen?" Hiruzen said as he eyed them worriedly.

"No, what do you mean?" Itachi responded monotonously.

"I've never seen the boy like that before… he was utterly devastated. He didn't even respond when I called his name… So you don't know what may have caused it?"

"No." Itachi quietly answered, though pain was evident in his charcoal eyes.

"That is strange… indeed… Naruto wouldn't behave like this unless it was something serious."

"I'm sure that whatever is troubling him will be solved once we find him." Itachi said determinately, hints of red sparkling through the charcoal dark eyes as sunbeams shone upon them.

"Yes… I'm sure it will be…"

"Which… which way did he go?" He inquired once he trusted himself to speak, his heart wrenching painfully.

"… That way…" Hiruzen replied as he pointed to a pathway leading through the forest a few meters away, the tall trees towering over the many houses. "Though, he was running pretty fast so I'm not sure…"

"Thank you." Itachi said as he moved toward the direction. "We'll find him and bring him back, no need to worry."

"Hmm… yes. I'm sure you will. Good day."

"Good day, Sir." They both said as they walked toward the forest, leaving the man and his dog behind.

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"He's definitely suspecting something…" He told his long haired sibling as they neared the forest opening.

"Hn…" Itachi grunted, totally ignoring his statement, his face turned away from him.

"You don't think he's in there do you?" He continued, raising an eyebrow at his brother in enquiry once said person looked at him.

"No…"

"Then why are we here?"

"Do you remember what happened when Aiko died?"

"Yeah… but what does that-"

"Do you remember what he did?"

"He hid in the…"

"Forest…" Itachi finished for him. "Naruto always seeks solitude when he's suffering, not used to being comforted by others. The forest is big, peaceful and soothing, allowing him to lighten his grief."

"… Did he tell you this?" He asked, slightly shocked at the revelation. He didn't know.

"Yes."

"When..?"

"When I first noticed it a few years ago…"

"…" Why hadn't Naruto told him? Why hadn't he noticed anything?

"So that is why we're here." Itachi interrupted. "He might still-"

The rest was inaudible as his mind blocked it out. How could he not have noticed?

It was true that he'd never seen Naruto cry in public before but he had just assumed that the blond never cried that often. He was always the cheerful idiot he'd known since high school. Even when he was troubled with work and other things Naruto barely changed.

But did this mean that he had been wrong? Did he really know his best friend?

How often did the blond seek solitude? When?

"Does he… does he do that often?" He asked with some difficulty, his mouth suddenly dry as he broke out of his reverie.

"Yes…"

"Why?"

"I believe he doesn't want us to see his weaker side, to see him different from the cheerful person we got to know and cared for, to trouble us with his worries."

"How can he think that?" He asked frowning.

"I don't know… yet I think it has a lot to do with his childhood. As an orphan he might think we'll leave and abandon him if he doesn't live up to our expectations." Itachi slowly finished, putting them both in deep thought, the forest quiet once again.

Walking in silence they searched for their blond companion, observing every movement, every sign. Trees were swaying edgeways, twigs and branches snapping, small animals scurrying along the ground.

"You should call Kakashi… he might know where Naruto is." Itachi said after a while, his dark voice breaking the silent atmosphere.

Pulling his cell phone out of his pant pocket, he dialed Kakashi's number, thinking that it was a good idea and silently scolded himself for not thinking about it earlier.

"Hello?" Kakashi voice answered after a few signals.

"Hi, it's me Uchiha-"

"Sasuke… this is unexpected-"

"Yeah, I know, sorry. I was just wondering if Naruto's still at work…" He figured he'd play ignorant, that way he might be able to get some information instead of getting his ass kicked.

"Oh… eh… no, I actually fired him a few hours ago… I thought he would be home by now…" Kakashi said; amusement evident in his voice yet there was a hint of worry in it.

"No, he's not… You fired him?" That was shocking. He never thought Kakashi actually would do it but apparently… he had… which might explain why Naruto had come home earlier than expected.

"What? Don't act so surprised, you were one amongst the ones telling me to do it twenty-four-seven…"

"Hn-"

"So… he's not home yet? Have you tried calling his cell phone?"

"Yeah, we have… but he seems to have turned it off, we keep getting sent to his voicemail."

"Hmm… have you tried calling Gaara or Sai, he might be with them?

"Hn… no, not yet… but I think I will."

"You do that… and if you still can't find him, then please give me another call, preferably on my cell phone since I'll be leaving soon."

"I will. Thank you."

"No problem, he's my little baby boy after all. See you around. Bye."

"Bye…"

Ending the call, he searched through his contacts, quickly finding and dialing Gaara's cell phone number.

The redhead and Naruto were practically brothers, being as close as they were. Even his siblings Temari and Kankurou considered the blonde as their baby brother, the four of them creating one big happy family.

When he first met Naruto and Gaara in high school, the two had already known each other since middle school. They were always together, rarely separating, something he had found very strange at the time, their different personalities being the cause of it.

For some reason, Gaara was very protective of Naruto and tended to beat the crap out of everyone who dared to hurt him. He had even threatened Itachi when he first started dating Naruto, telling him that if he ever hurt his little brother, dire consequences would follow.

It also happened to be one of the reasons why he was hesitating with the call. If Gaara had found out then hell would surely be upon them.

Listening to the signals while waiting for Gaara to pick up, he stared at his brother across from him. The older raven was leaning against a tree, staring at the icy-blue sky, his thoughts seemingly elsewhere. His posture spoke of confidence and of calmness but his face told a different story. His eyes were holding a grave sadness in their depths, the eyebrows upon his forehead furrowed, showing the emotions he was unwilling to share.

Itachi was hurting and from the looks of it, pretty badly. He rarely let his face show emotions unless Naruto was around, the blond always succeeding in bringing them out. But as they now were alone and his sibling was unable to stay emotionless clearly meant that he was deeply affected by the whole ordeal.

Hearing Gaara pick up, he averted his gaze and concentrated on the task at hand.

"…"

"This is Uchiha Sasuke…"

"…"

"I was wondering if Naruto's with you…"

"… No…"

One word with that cold and threatening voice of his was enough to make him want to throw the phone away and shiver.

"Have you seen him today?" He continued nevertheless.

"… No…"

"Has he called you or anything…?"

"… Why do you ask?"

"Kakashi had apparently fired him today and he hasn't gone home yet. Nor does he answer any of our calls, his phone being turned off."

"… So you thought he came here…"

"Yes, that's why I called, obviously. Has he called you?" He said aggravated, did he always have to be so damn… he didn't even know the word.

"… No…"

"How about Hinata, has he called or visited her?"

"…" Hearing Gaara put the phone down to presumably ask his wife, he waited.

Gaara and Hinata, yeah… that had been pretty shocking for him too once he found out. He and almost everyone had thought that Hinata had been crushing on Naruto, since she always stared and blushed when he was around, but the truth was that Naruto knew about her crush on Gaara so that was the real reason she did those things around him. She was afraid that he would tell his friend or tease her about it, which Naruto of course never did, but it didn't stop her from being nervous around him.

Gaara was also a bit slow when it came to things like that so the guy never really took notice. But when she asked him out one day, after being thoroughly encouraged by Naruto, he shockingly accepted. The two then started hanging out regularly and eventually got together, being together for 6 years now, married last summer.

He himself could never understand what the quiet and shy girl could see in the redhead and why she ever took a liking to him. The guy was a creep, always glaring at you in a way that made you think he was planning to kill you painfully slowly. People who thought the Uchiha death glares were scary had probably never met Gaara before.

Hearing their murmuring voices quiet down and Gaara's grunt in the phone again, he continued.

"Well…?"

"… No…"

"Hn… then if she does… could you please call me, Itachi and Kakashi, we're worried."

"…"

Hanging up, he snapped his phone shut. 'Damn creep…'

"Kakashi, Gaara and Hinata don't know where he is, am I right?" Itachi said, startling him as he now stood in front of him.

"Yeah… Kakashi finally fired him… that's why he came home earlier…" He trailed off, the sentence too painful to finish.

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"How about Sai and the others…?" He asked as his little brother quieted down.

"Hn…" Sasuke grunted. "I'll call them as soon as we get home. The reception around here isn't great."

"Hn… I suppose it is better if we split up… you go home and phone your friends, I'll look for him out here…"

"But-"

"Use your brain, foolish little brother… It'll be quicker and more affective this way."

Parting ways after some time of silent protesting from his brother's side, he glanced over his shoulder as he went, seeing Sasuke walking out of the forest toward their house.

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Nearing the airport, he felt nervous. He had finally decided to visit his long lost brother so he had a reason to be but the trip itself also made him want to run in the opposite direction.

He wasn't very fond of airplanes. Or more correctly, he didn't like being in them when they were hundreds of feet above the ground. He had a mild case of Aviophobia, where ascending and landing made him feel dizzy, but he was determined to fly over to Hokkaidou nevertheless.

Seeing the terminal closing in, he picked up his pace a notch, wanting to get there as soon as possible despite his uneasiness. Finally reaching the doors he stepped inside, his heart beating rapidly. Looking around, his jaw dropped.

The place was huge, long corridors with hundreds of windows covering their sides and several escalators rose above him across the room, reaching the many floors. Blue neon lights surrounded the transparent tube-like elevators a few meters away, making them look like vertebra down a spine as they towered up high.

The brown and beige tiled floor glistened, reflecting the lights and sunbeams from up above, and the air was fresh and clean. Signs, billboards and posters covered the white walls, the big characters catching people's attention.

The roof was situated several meters above him, a sun like pattern stretching across it, small round windows and lights encircling it. A metal decoration was placed in the air, in the shape of a swirly wave, which hung close to the elevators and reflected the lights, making different colors dance upon it.

Awed by the sight, he walked slowly, admiring the interior before concentrating on the matter at hand.

Spotting the information center further down, he started walking towards it, at loss of where and how to proceed. He obviously didn't fly that often, train and boats being his primer options.

Reaching the center, he halted. The line was enormous, stretching twenty meters ahead of him to the front. Sighing, he walked over to it anyway and placed himself at the end of it.

'Just my luck...' He thought exasperatingly, his shoulders slumping as he waited.

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Standing in line for over fifty minutes, he finally reached the counter, now drowsier than ever. Getting the information clerk's full attention, he cleared his throat before speaking.

"Good day… um… I was wondering which flight I would have to take to be able to reach Tokachi-Obihiro Airport."

"Well… that would primarily be Air Do, Hokkaidou's International Airlines, Sir."

"Okay… eh… are there any available seats for a flight today, preferably as soon as possible?

"Hmm… let me check… yes, there are currently five available seats on the flight at 8 p.m. and seven on the flight at 10 p.m." She answered, shifting her gaze between his face and the computer screen while speaking.

"Hn, thank you. How much would a ticket cost for the one at 8?" He said unawares that he had used the typical Uchiha grunt.

"Well, it is usually 20 000円*, I believe."

"Are passports required?" He nervously inquired. Since he had rushed out of the house so quickly, he had left his passport and other belongings behind, making him worry that he might need them right now.

"No, ID is fine for domestic air travel."

Hearing her statement, he sighed with relief.

He figured he'd call Gaara the next day to tell him to get his belongings out of the house and to send a few of them over to him. He trusted him not to tell the Uchihas about his location, especially since he knew that he didn't like them very much. He almost snickered as he imagined how angry his pseudo brother would be once he found out. The Uchihas would indubitably suffer his wrath.

Thinking of them this time wasn't as painful as it was before, his older brothers most likely being the cause of it.

"Approximately how long will the flight take?" He continued as he snapped out of his train of thoughts, now curious about how long it would take before he'd possibly be reunited with Kyuubi.

"To Obihiro… it'll take about 95 minutes…"

"Are the Air Do flights at this terminal?"

"Yes, at gate 15."

"Where should I go to purchase the ticket?" He said as a blush crept over his cheeks. He had only been here once when he was 15, how was he supposed to remember everything?

"It's pretty close… do you see that large blue sign over there, the one where it says Hokkaidou?" She said smiling before pointing at a sign behind him.

"… Um… yeah…" He answered after a while, a lot of people blocking his view.

"Well, it's just beside it."

"Oh, I see… Thank you."

"You're quite welcome. Now is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Hmm… is there an ATM nearby?"

"Yes. There are a few of them actually and the closest one is a couple of meters away from the blue sign. There are also signs over there that show the exact direction, so you won't miss it."

"Oh, thank you. I'm sorry for taking so much of your time, I don't fly very often." He said and scratched himself on the neck, giving her an honest smile.

"Oh, no, I didn't mind. After all… it's my job." She timidly responded as her cheeks flushed.

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"Hello?"

"It's Uchiha Sasuke…"

"Oh, S'ke… what can I help you with?" The man on the other side of the phone said, probably smiling that fake smile of his.

"I told you not to call me that, Sai. I'm looking for Naruto."

"Oh, little Naru… hmm, the blond, fluffy-"

"Is. He. There...?" He slowly articulated, interrupting the other male, his tone threatening. He was getting increasingly aggravated by every minute, tired of calling all of Naruto's friends without any results in finding his best friend.

"Why would you like to know?" Sai continued in the same carefree tone.

"Just tell me, Sai. Or I swear I will-"

"You'll what? Send your big bad brother over here to kick my ass since you're too much of a pussy to do it yourself?"

"…. That's clever coming from someone who hides behind Sakura twenty-four-seven…" He countered, trying his hardest to stay Uchiha-like and not verbally beat the shit out of the raven-haired painter.

"Hmm… why am I not surprised you compared Sakura to Itachi..?"

"… What the hell's that suppose to mean?"

"Like you don't know…" Sai's tone had suddenly turned from carefree and amused to monotone.

"For fucks sake, Sai… Naruto's missing." Sasuke said, tired of his games. He knew that the painter suspected the two of them of infidelity, though the man had never said it out loud, always insinuating it, as if wanting to have it confirmed by them.

"…What…?" Sai slowly questioned, this time in a more worried tone.

Sai and Naruto were also pretty close, though not as close as himself and the blonde, but close enough to make him hate the other male more than he already did.

Apparently, they had met each other in college, the two of them having a few classes together and staying in the same dormitory. At first they hadn't gotten along, Sai calling Naruto 'dickless' and Naruto beating him up for it, but eventually they had become friends. He never found out how or why but he guessed it had a lot to do with the blonde's kind personality.

He himself never liked Sai, the painter being fake and manipulative. The only reason he ever put up with him was because of Naruto, him being their common associate. Frankly he wanted nothing more than to punch that fake smile off of his face.

Snapping out of his unfriendly train of thought, he continued."Kakashi fired him several hours ago yet he never went home. He doesn't answer any of our calls since his cell phone's turned off and no one has seen him. If he's there-"

"He's not… and he hasn't called either."

"How about Sakura..?"

"No, I don't think so... We've been together the entire day, I should have noticed if Naruto called her. Oh… wait… hang on a sec; Sakura's trying to tell me something…" Hearing him put the phone away to listen to his girlfriend, he sighed, threading his fingers through his spiky hair, waiting for him to finish.

He had been calling people around for hours, desperately trying to find Naruto. So far none of Gaara, Kiba, Neji, Shikamaru or Iruka had seen or heard from him. The latter getting close to hysterical as he told him, though Kakashi had calmed him down saying that Naruto could be at Sai's or Ino's since he hadn't called them yet.

But with every call he made and every negative result he got, his agitation grew. Where was he? He couldn't just have taken off, could he? Where could he have gone? As far as he knew Naruto didn't know anyone besides the gang and Itachi whom he could have stayed with.

0-0-0-0

"…Still there?" He asked.

"Yeah…" The Uchiha answered a bit startled.

"Well, I just found out some pretty interesting news…"

Giving his girlfriend a kiss goodbye, he watched her leave to visit her blonde female friend. Turning away from hallway and stepping into their bedroom, he gripped the phone tighter and seated himself on the bed.

"What kind of news…?" The Uchiha questioned impatiently.

"Apparently Ino had called Sakura today telling her that Naruto had stepped by her flower shop a couple of hours ago…" He said, deliberately stalling to make the Uchiha sweat.

"And…?" Sasuke pressured.

"She said that he had purchased a bouquet for Itachi and that he left to catch his train… now, isn't that strange?"

"…What do you mean?"

"He was last seen going home yet you tell us he never arrived, correct?"

"Eh… yes?" The Uchiha answered, sounding confused.

"Are you really sure he never came home?"

"Of course I am, what-"

"Because are you sure you're not just saying that to keep the real reason for his absence at bay?" He issued, pretty certain of what his best friend might have seen.

"No, what-"

"Are you sure Naruto didn't catch you doing something he wouldn't have seen eye to eye with?"

"What the hell are you saying?" Sasuke snapped through the other end, seemingly baffled.

"I'm saying… are you sure he didn't see the two of you fucking?" There, he said it. No more games.

"…Excuse me?"

"Don't give me that shit, Uchiha. You know what I'm talking about."

"No, I don't! How dare you accuse me of-"

"Shut the fuck up, Uchiha. I saw you two at New Year's Eve." He hissed, the foreign feeling of rage slowly enveloping him.

"…What?"

"In the bathroom you 'oh so ignorantly' forgot to lock."

"I… I don't know what you're talking about-"

"Oh? Then let me remind you. Itachi had his dick up your ass against the bathtub while you begged him to fuck you harder."

"…"

"You two snuck out while Naruto entertained the guests, believing no one would notice. After all, the loud music would be enough to cover up your cries of pleasure, now wouldn't it?"

"…"

"But you were so involved in each other that you forgot to lock the door, not even noticing me stepping inside to walk out again."

"…Why haven't you-"

"You mean why I never told Naruto? Because… I couldn't look him in the eye and tell him that he was being cheated on by his best friend and lover…. It would have killed him and he most likely wouldn't have believed me. "

"…"

"Now I regret not doing so because at least then he could have been forewarned, he could have been spared of some of the heartache he's undoubtedly experiencing. That is my failure as a friend, but it is not even comparable to your treachery."

"…"

"Do you have any idea of what he might be feeling right now? Do you even give a damn?"

"Of course I do!"

"Then how could you do that to him?" His voice got louder as his anger grew, yet his tone managed to stay emotionless.

"Because I love him, alright!"

"…" He was pretty sure a vein just popped. What did he say?

"I can't help it… I don't know why I…" The Uchiha helplessly sighed.

"I don't give a shit about your feelings for your brother. All I want to know is why you two tricked him into believing your little lie." He said as an image of a brokenhearted and devastated Naruto appeared in his mind.

"Because we love-"

"That's a lie and you know it."

"No, it's-"

"If you'd really loved him then you would have told him. Naruto would have understood despite how twisted and absurd it may have seemed. Did he ever give you a reason to doubt him?"

"No… But don't try acting like a saint, you didn't tell him either…"

"Don't you dare try and compare my mistake to yours. I admit I acted wrongly and I hate myself for it, but you…. You do not deserve the title of 'best friend', for a real one would never betray him like this… "

"…"

"That party was a year ago… how long have you two been doing this?"

"…"

"What? What was that, I couldn't hear you?" He mocked as he heard the Uchiha mumble incoherently.

"That's none of your fucking business."

"No, it's not. But it is Naruto's and as his friend it becomes mine."

"…"

"Tell me, Uchiha." He threatened.

"… Three years…." Sasuke finally sighed through the receiver.

"…" 'That's before the engagement...' Feeling his grip tighten on the phone, his body shook from suppressed rage.

How dare they… how dared they do that to him?

He couldn't even remember the last time he had ever felt this mad. Hell, he didn't even remember being this mad before. But he couldn't help it, how could they have hurt Naruto this way? Naruto, who cared about everyone else's welfare before his own, Naruto who never backed down on his word, Naruto who never lied and never hurt a soul… how dared they?

"I didn't know what… how I should have…" Sasuke mumbled, snapping him out of it.

"You should just have been honest with him, told him the truth!"

"…"

"Naruto loved you, both of you. He wouldn't have been disgusted by it, he would have accepted it. But you lied, you made him believe in something that did not exist, playing with his feelings for your-"

"No! We never-"

"But that's what you did! He thought he was going to get married, to adopt! You know how ecstatic he was to become a father and now you've ruined it for your own selfish gains!"

"No, I-"

"Just shut up. What could you possibly say to-"

"We never meant to-"

"Of course you didn't. Cheaters never do. But that doesn't change the fact that it happened."

"We-"

"You say we, yet you're not Itachi. How do I know he even cares?"

"He does, he loves him…"

"Yet he turned to you. Was Naruto not good enough for him, he had to have two people to fuck?"

"Shut up. You know nothing about-"

"I don't care. Your feelings do not justify your actions. Naruto is out there now, alone and heartbroken, with no one to turn to!"

"What… should we do…?" Sasuke asked after a while, his voice hoarse and desperate.

"You shouldn't do anything, for I am convinced that Naruto wants nothing to do with either of you."

"No, he-"

"Do you honestly believe he would forgive you for this? You, his best friend since high school slept with your brother, his fiancé whom he had loved for years."

"…"

Hearing the Uchiha presumably cry at the other end, he refused to feel guilty.

Did they honestly believe they'd never get caught? That they could continue with their affair even after the wedding and adoption? That they'd keep Naruto blissfully ignorant by their side?

He was being the thoughtful and nice one because he doubted that the others would even let the Uchihas try to defend themselves. Gaara, Iruka, Kakashi, Neji and Kiba would go straight for the kill once they'd find out, and yes, he would tell them indeed.

Hanging up he walked over to his desk and pulled out his phone diary beneath all of the sketches splayed upon it. Opening it he turned the pages and quickly found the number he searched for before picking the phone up once more, dialing the chosen number.

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*Otaa = One of the 23 wards/districts of Toukyou. Haneda Airport is located inside of it.

*Mild Seven (Mairudo Sebun) = a Japanese cigarette brand.

*20 000円(円/¥/yen/en)= It's about $218.

/Oh, and as you might have noticed the characters sometimes seem extremely formal and polite when they talk but that's just because people in Japan normally are polite and formal, especially when talking to elders and strangers. ;) *admires*

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Thanks for reading and thank you, all of you who reviewed, you made me laugh, cry, blush and smile at the same time. *orders Itachi, Sasuke and Naruto to molest them

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