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Comment: Fixed some mistakes and changed ages,
will explain at the bottom of the chapter.
This chapter made my head hurt and it demanded to end where it did. :(
And thank you everyone who’s reviewed or rated. Any and all input helps me a lot.
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Chapter 3
“Sasuke…your room fits you to a
T. Boring black and
white color scheme, boring bare walls, boring empty spaces.” Sasuke heard the rustle of pages being flipped through,
ancient sheets protesting their rough treatment. “Boring ancient books.”
Walking towards his closet, gearing up to punch codes into
the closet keypad and haul the heavy androids, he didn’t really mind the rude
comments. He’d seen a look of wonder on Naruto’s face
when he had ushered them in his room so he knew the other was just being a pain
in the ass.
True his room was a study of monochrome, Spartan in
design. He had all that he needed in
this room: a bed, sheets, pillows, a chair, table, a basic comp system,
clothing and shoes. All
necessities, nothing extra.
He had made sure that anything and everything he treasured
were hidden from everyone but himself, scattered in many different nooks and
crannies of the ship as well as in different storage units throughout the third
Hokage’s colony.
He’d learned not to keep everything in one place, when Itachi had killed all the people he’d cared for, all
gathered within the Uchiha compound like corralled
sheep waiting for the slaughter.
Had learned not to put everything in one area, where they
could easily be destroyed with a flick of a wrist and a small breath.
The only personal items were his books, though those were
mostly for his studies of antiquity. The
collection of books crowded one whole wall of Sasuke’s
room, neatly organized. Despite the room
it took to store them, they made up only a small percent of his collection over
all. They were relics of the past,
mostly history books, made long before his clan had been conceived. Long before nuclear warfare and environmental
disasters had ruined the Earth. Generations
before paper printing became impossibly expensive and gardening turned into an
artwork-hobby exclusively for the rich and noble
Most were already obsolete, with everything instantly
available through surfing the nets, but Sasuke’s
mother had instilled the love for the musty, clunky forms of communication and
learning in him when she brought a book or two by his bedside. She enchanted him whenever she read a fable,
legend, myth or even small paragraphs of man’s achievements way back when life
was difficult for completely different reasons.
While he no longer had his mother’s fantastical children’s books, he’d
been able to save some of his father’s collections, filled with notations and
writings.
The three he’d grabbed for his journey with Kakashi held two different writings within it. The ethnocentric Japan’s Race to Create a Perfect World, optimistic Robotics and I, and somewhat absurd and
over the top America: The
Rise and Fall of the World’s Support Beam.
All of the titles were lame in his opinion but it was his father’s
comments which made the books precious.
Within each book were childish ramblings of an immature fourteen year
old and, years later, more critical notes of the Uchiha
clan head.
Even though Sasuke had felt the
need to rip away the books from grubby, careless hands when he heard turned
pages protesting their mistreatment, he chose to watch the blond. Observed the curious gaze and oddly more
tender touch the tanned boy graced on one of Sasuke’s
prized possessions. No doubt tracing the
graceful lines Sasuke’s father had etched forever on
paper with gentle eyes and fingertips, just as Sasuke
often did whenever he felt lost.
“Staring at me won’t open your closet you know…” Naruto muttered, head still tilted towards the books. Sasuke stared more
intently to spite the blond and watched as that
annoying smile blossomed on an equally annoying face. “That closet at least.”
“Fuck you.”
The laugh that followed wasn’t amusing at all. “Maybe in a couple of years, Sasuke.” Blond lockes
swished back and forth. “I wanna see the two before my
stuff come from the factory.”
“Stuff?”
“Yeah man. It’s not
like I could pull out some random tool out of nowhere.” The other boy scoffed and snapped the book he
held shut, oblivious to Sasuke’s flinch. “I may be awesome, but I’m not magical like
that.”
“You’re adding to your unreasonable price tag.” Sasuke frowned.
“Ha ha ha, you get what you paid
for,” Naruto tsked tsked, “and what you paid for is,” Sasuke
watched the idiot stand straighter and puff out his chest, “the best of the best. Delivering my tools is standard procedure for
all hires, no cost unless I bring some huge ass computer or something very
valuable.”
“Well I can’t open it.”
“Why not? You store your shit there don’t you?” Sasuke heard the other boy approach, trying to looking over
his shoulder. “The security key should work unless you changed it yourself with
a master passcode.”
“Whoever owned this clunky ship before Kakashi
made sure the main closets were as much a pain in the ass as you and Kakashi.” Sasuke frowned and
stepped away from the keypad, away from the blond’s
personal space, “Don’t treat me like an ignorant child.”
“Psh, haven’t been treating you
like a kid at all. You’d be surprised
how many people don’t know jack squat how their stuff work.” Naruto tried to
hold back a smile as he watched the number keys light up.
Sasuke watched intense blue eyes
focus at the keypad, hopeless in its mission as numbers blinked randomly. He should tell Naruto
that there wasn’t any type of pattern with the blinking lights but didn’t. Payback was a bitch after all.
“Ha!” The closet door unlocked and noisily slid open.
“Nothing gets in the way of the Great Uzumaki.” Once again sporting that infuriating smile.
“How did you-“
“Sasuke, what the hell did you do to them?!”
“Wha-”
“How could you completely wreck such a
high class defender model?! Do
you know how much they cost in the market?!
How much work went into making these perfect fighters
and programming them?!” Naruto’s face was an ugly mix of anguish and anger.
“He decided to jump out of a sixth story balcony, I didn’t
make him,” Sasuke stubbornly retorted. “Besides, all you need to do is fix him and
everything’s fine.”
“Bullshit! You must
have done something to make him jump out.
And not cause he’s suicidal either, they aren’t
like that.”
“He wouldn’t get away from me.”
“So you jumped out of a sixth
story balcony! The
hell man!”
“I wanted to see how far he’d take his duty.”
“…You think it’s his duty..?” Sasuke saw the blond’s face go from infuriated to that disappointed look
that made Sasuke uncomfortable. He heard the other
boy sigh. “What about this house-sitter
model, what did he do to annoy you.”
“I don’t need another person breathing down my neck.” Sasuke weakly replied, feeling ashamed.
Naruto didn’t respond this
time. Instead, the tan boy walked into
the closet and began pulling the androids out.
The fighter-defender model came first and, even to Sasuke’s eyes, it looked horribly gruesome. He hadn’t seen it since Kakashi
had dragged the droid into his closet three years ago. Then again, he hadn’t cared about much back
then, so he hadn’t thought about how grisly the result of his actions had
been.
All he remembered of that day was hearing a sound like
crushing cans coupled with the sound of something soft hitting the ground. He hadn’t seen how much the android looked
like a fallen corpse, bent and splayed in multiple angles. Hadn’t noticed how much its internal components
can look so much like human organs, its vein-like wires jutting into the air.
Then came the second droid, the one Sasuke
had thrown water at. He’d been pissed at
Kakashi for picking up an older junkier
model after he’d told the older man why he had destroyed the
fighter-defender. The droid’s synth-skin had aged to a darker color and, on the bridge of
its nose, sat a permanent scar modded into the skin
by the previous owner.
When it began doing housework and taking care of him, doing
more of the latter than the former, Sasuke had been
irate towards the bot. So when the bot had tried to talk to him about his aggression, sitting
on the toilet lid as Sasuke bathed, Sasuke had thrown water at his face. He’d only meant to anger or annoy it into
leaving the bathroom but, instead, the bot’s face had
frozen, sparked and began smoking. Not
long after it started smoking, the skin around the scar began darkening and the
droid began slumping towards the floor.
Sasuke hadn’t felt bad for either
incident back then but it was uncomforting seeing the genuine sorrow Naruto felt for the two and what he’d done to them. He was about to turn around and leave the
room, after all the blond was ignoring him in favor of inspecting the two, but
he was stopped with the sound of a very loud sigh.
“You know… you need to learn how to interact with people
period.” The blond was still not looking
at him, observing instead the damage Sasuke had done
to the house-keeper. “They may be bots
but they still look and act like people, right?
Sometimes they have pain receptors like people. And they probably would have left you alone
if you gave them a very
good reason other than you wanna sulk
somewhere.”
“…”
“Bah, no wonder Kakashi wanted me
out of all the hires available. Even if
those freshies weren’t as technophilic
as me, they would have probably left if they saw this.” Naruto sighed again
and stared directly into Sasuke’s own. “I hope you aren’t as cruel in the future Sasuke.”
“…I am…sorry.” Sasuke averted his eyes, feeling too guilty as he stared at
such raw sadness. “I had...many
problems.”
“Psh, you mean have. You still have problems.” Sasuke liked the
small deprecating smile on Naruto’s lips. “But we’ll worry about that later, for now we need to fix these two first. I could probably do Iruka
but I’m almost one hundred percent sure that I can’t fix Sai.”
“Iruka and Sai?”
“Yeah! Iruka is a
CH-081521195-I18211101 model and Sai is a
RT-0609070820-S0109. The
I and the numbers after it spell Iruka and for
Sai, the S and the numbers after. I didn’t think you guys named them personally
so I did.” At this, Sasuke
was treated to that sun-bright smile.
“It’s pretty funny that no one notices that each of these models already
have a name they recognize. Instead they
have to read and follow the instruction manuals to program the name they want
to use. It’s no wonder people don’t have
a clue how to fix things anymore… they always skip the manuals. Then again, they are pretty boring. Those manuals probably need more colors and
picture so people would actually want to read them.”
“You really are a geek aren’t you?” Sasuke
shook his head.
“Aha you can smile!”
“Who wouldn’t? You geek out like no tomorrow with broken robots. How are you going to act once Kakashi shows you around Bunta?”
“How else? Look, study, and drool. ”
Sasuke turned to leave again,
feeling lighter than he had since–talking
to mother–the time he spent with family.
“By the way Sasuke, I think your
smiles are much cuter!”
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Perhaps he should have stayed in the room and watched the
blond work, Sasuke thought. After all, that is why he’d ordered Neji to vacate his room and move to another. But if he did that, Sasuke
was sure the idiot would say or do things that would infuriate him and make him
feel… odd. It was for the best that he
left to go work on something Kakashi had
‘unintentionally’ forgotten.
Just as he shook his head again, intent on focusing on
something more productive than observing stupidity, Sasuke
heard the door a few feet down the hallway slide shut.
“It’s good to see you so cheery Uchiha.” The prick threw a smirk his way. “I can see why Kakashi-san
chose such an exotic boy to be your cohort.”
“It’s good to see you leave his room Hyuuga. My order still stands.”
“And I am still waiting for the captain’s order.
Besides,” the asshole’s smirk grew, “ it seems
both of you would be much happier if
he stayed in your room.”
“I may be younger but I am higher ranked than you,” Sasuke chose to ignore the latter sentence, “therefore my
orders are final.”
“Still so childish, using your rank against anything that
displeases you.” He heard the Hyuuga snort, elegantly despite how like a commoner the act
was.
Sasuke wanted to retort, annoyed
that the Hyuuga once again disregarded his authority
for being slightly older. But he knew
the goading would keep going until Kakashi
returned. Instead, he decided to be
mature about this situation and walk away.
Someone had to be an adult on the ship and do actual work,
like balancing their credits and checking all the new messages that they’d
received after docking in Amano.
The Hyuuga may be a genius when it
came to being an asshole captain and slightly useful medic, but he had no
initiative – too ‘godly’ to try – in
money management and communications. Sasuke didn’t reply to the messages but he, at least, tried
to read all the e-mails and texts for Kakashi’s sake.
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“Sasuke, where’s Naruto?” Kakashi queried as he walked into the office. “I thought you were going to give him a tour
of the ship and introduce him to the crew.”
He must have gone autopilot as he checked all the financial
records their crew had accumulated as they shuttled delegates and important
substances between colonies. He hadn’t
heard Kakashi’s office door open or the man walk into
the room.
He remembered going into Kakashi’s
frustratingly unorganized office to work in peace, away from any and all
distractions. He remembered debating
with himself whether or not to try cleaning the room once again, after cleaning
it a week prior to docking. Or just hiding all the indecent books and magazines laying all
about. But knowing how
embarrassing Kakashi acted when he hid said reading
materials, he changed his mind and just swept the mountains of clutteroff the gigantic office table, grabbed a console and
began working.
“I left him to do his work.”
Sasuke replied, standing to stretch and
relieve some pressure from his back. “I
thought it would be more productive if I checked your messages and filed most
of our receipts.”
“Ah. Well, I’ve
ordered all of our supplies,” at this Sasuke held out
his hand, requesting the finance filaments most markets gave after purchases,
“they should be delivered no later than three hours.”
Sasuke scrutinized the foods and
drinks list closely. Felt irritated with
the addition of more Icha Icha
book-chips in the order list.
“And now we should introduce Naruto
to everyone before we take off.” Once
again he felt that disgusting grin on the pervert’s face directed his way. “No doubt the others would be happily
surprised with our new crewmember.”
“Hn.”
“Don’t worry Sasuke, I’m sure the others will like him too.”
Sasuke sniffed in disdain. “As if I’m worried.”
Kakashi merely smiled indulgently
and turned on the intercom to call everyone to the central command room.
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“…so yeah, I smacked his face good when I opened the door to
get my tools. I mean, it was an
accident. Hella funny but an accident. Anyways my name is Naruto
Uzumaki and I will be your main mechanic from now
on.”
Sasuke wanted to smack the idiot
in the face. Or maybe grab those
blinding tresses and bang his head a little against the wall, or the floor, or Kakashi’s grating face.
Something.
Almost all the crew, including Shikamaru,
Neji, Chouji, Lee, Tenten, Asuma and Kurenai were either laughing outright or chuckling
quietly. Only Shino seemed to be staring
at Sasuke, unnervingly so.
The blond had casually walked into the command center, after
Kakashi had told him where it was via the intercom,
as if he already knew everyone. Even
when Kakashi told him what was expected of him as the
main mechanic in Bunta, Naruto
had happily smiled and nodded, an observation that irked Sasuke
a lot.
He’d been mostly quiet when Kakashi
had introduced him to the crew five years ago, only uttering his name and what
he would be doing on the ship–things Kakashi is too careless and lazy to do–and had let the
others introduce themselves.
The other boy, however, had started with his name and then,
oddly enough, began explaining what he’d been doing before the captain and Sasuke had found him.
Especially how
Sasuke had found him.
The blond was very good at making people like him. Period.
“So, does my crew agree with my choice of Master Mechanic?” Sasuke knew the one eyed pervert would disregard what the
others said anyways since the blond was proving to be very amusing.
“Sasuke Uchiha,
Lieutenant and owner of this company, neutral.” Sasuke
didn’t need to see the face Naruto threw his way.
“Neji Hyuuga,
Second Lieutenant and medical help. I approve.” Saw the blond grin towards the
prick.
“I, Shikamaru Nara, Tactician and minor
mechanist under Hatake, approve.” The dark haired genius replied without
hesitation, despite the calculating look Sasuke saw
him directing towards Naruto.
“I, Kurenai Yuhi,
Medic and Confidant under Kakashi, approve
wholeheartedly. You’re welcome to my
office when you need advice.” Glared at the kiss blown towards the older woman. The buxom brunette smiled warmly towards the blond,
red eyes quite amused by gesture.
“I, Asuma Sarutobi,
Combat Trainer and Gunner, agree with Kakashi.” The excited grin towards
the inconsiderate smoker.
“They say food tastes better with more people so I, Chouji Akimichi, Cook and Enginemaster under Hatake agree.” An enthusiastic nod.
“ Master Gunner Tenten
under Kakashi-san approves a fun playmate.” Another kiss
aimed at the gunner.
“I, Rock Lee, Master Combat Trainer under Captain Hatake-san, would love to have more people to train and
spar with.” A thumbs up to the exercise freak.
“Shino Aburame, Gunner, Arborist
and Agriculturalist, approve.” And a
curious stare at the bug-lover.
“Well, it seems almost all of my small crew approves of you Naruto,” Kakashi declared
happily, his half moon eyes more than visible for all to see, “and with that, I
formally welcome you as our Main Mechanist and Computer Engineer.”
“Thank you everyone and I won’t let any of you down.”
The smile Naruto threw was
probably the most stunning thing anyone had seen in a while, if their surprised
expressions were anything to go by.
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A/N: Haha,
actually fixed the age since it didn’t really fit with how they acted and it
was screwed up time wise. I dunno if I need to make a forum for reviews but if you guys
want to be on an update list since I’m so sporadic at updating, please email me
at youji_yola@yahoo.com with Angels written on the subject.
A review that needed answering:
yaoilover: Hires aren’t androids. Think of hires as the middle class of their
society (despite their specialty because they aren’t of noble relation) and
androids as computers. There is no
upward mobility via working in this society.
For the most part, what class you’re born in is what class you’ll die
with. Androids can be used for
everything but they don’t have the reasoning skills humans do, especially
concerning ethical decisions.
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