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No Goodbyes	By : Lanie12777 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1667 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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**I know it's short, but I've put in Itachi's POV to get a perspective on his thoughts; he's a bit OOC.**

Chapter 3

~Itachi's POV~

I leaned back in my desk chair, the report on the company's newest acquisition one big blurry mess. Rubbing the bridge of my nose � I could feel a major headache coming on � I laid the report down on my desk and stood up, walking to the large window to my left. I'll be glad when Sasuke takes over next week; any more of this and I feel like I'll abandon all decorum befitting an Uchiha and scream. Why the hell my baby brother wanted this job I'll never understand.

As I looked down on the streets below, my thoughts as usual ran to Naruto. I hadn't made any attempt to see him for the past week, wanting to get all my affairs in order before trying to fix our relationship, i.e. getting a divorce. I knew I made a mistake in not telling him my plans two years ago, but I knew if I did he'd talk me out of it. One look into his beautiful blue eyes and I would have caved. I think if I'd known it would take two years and not the few months I'd originally calculated, I probably would have changed my mind. But how could I have known my father would hold out on signing over the company to me for so long? He'd been on the verge of it when I'd first married Karin, but he'd drawn the process out like he knew the second I had the company I would leave the bitch.

And to make matters worse, I never got the chance to explain my side to Naruto. Sasuke, for all his good intentions, had decided to tell him everything before I could. Well, you know the saying: the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and I certainly feel like I'm in hell. I can only imagine what Naruto must be thinking. To learn that I was gone, that I'd gotten married, then that I was back in town, all by someone else instead of the one person who should have told him: Me. God, I'd really fucked up. Absolutely nothing had turned out the way I'd planned. And I was reputed to be a genius. Insert sarcasm here.

Suddenly the intercom buzzed. "Mr. Uchiha?" my secretary's voice came over the line. "Your brother is here to see you, sir." Well, speak of the devil. I walked back to the desk and picked up the phone. "Let him in," I told her. I made a note to recommend her to Sasuke; she was efficient, and she didn't ask questions.

A few seconds later Sasuke strolled into the office. We nodded to each other before he sat down on the black leather chair nearest the desk. I couldn't really make myself call it my desk; I'd never wanted it, and as far as I was concerned it was now Sasuke's.

I remained standing behind the desk, my arms crossed negligently over my chest. "So what brings you here, little brother?" My voice was flat, my emotions hidden from him. He knew I was upset with him for going to Naruto before I'd had a chance to.

Sasuke inclined his head towards me. "Itachi, I just wanted to let you know I only went to Naruto to try to help you. I wasn't trying to cause trouble for you." He'd already apologized to me twice, I think he was worried that I was still angry.

"I understand, Sasuke. But it would have been better coming from me. I know you and Sakura wanted to help, but in jumping the gun so to speak I fear the situation has been made worse." I tried to be gentle with him; when I'd first found out what he and his fiancé had done, I'd felt like beating the shit out of him. But what's done is done, and I can't change any of it. I can only hope that Naruto will give me another chance to explain, and perhaps one day forgive me. The night of the party had been pretty disastrous, none of our meeting again going as I'd hoped.

Sighing, I sat down in the chair and faced Sasuke. "I'm not angry with you. I really screwed up; I shouldn't have just left him. I think if I'd taken the time to let him know what my plans were, we could have salvaged our relationship. But I hurt him. The worst part is he most likely would have forgiven me if I'd just told him two years ago."

Sasuke leaned forward a bit. "Why didn't you leave him a letter? I can actually understand why he feels so bitter; if Sakura left me like that I don't think I could forgive her either."

"Honestly? I was a coward. And I really didn't think it would take so long for Father to sign over everything to me. He was ready to hand it over to me when I married Karin, then suddenly he dragged out the legal procedures. Said he needed to finalize certain aspects of the deal before signing. I figured I'd be CEO within a month, two at the most, then it would only take another month to have everything signed over to you and I'd be able to be with Naruto. But the wily old bastard seemed to know what I was doing and stalled me."

I saw Sasuke's head shake in agreement. My father has always controlled my life. He'd always wanted me to marry Karin; she was the daughter of his old school buddy. Frankly the woman makes me sick; I used to dread when she and her father would come over for dinner. All she'd done was flirt and followed me around, her pathetic overtures being completely ignored seeming to have had no effect on her advances. And it certainly didn't help when both of our parents encouraged her, if her frequent visits had been anything to judge by. Being married to her has been the worst experience of my life.

My stomach rebelled at the memories of Karin trying to get me into bed with her. Not because she was in love with me, but to get pregnant. If she bore the Uchiha heir, I'd be stuck with her forever and she'd get exactly what she wants: access to the Uchiha fortune. Her screams and curses when I threw her out last week still echoed in my head. I'd gotten a letter from her divorce attorney yesterday; her demands are absolutely ridiculous. She's petitioning for $100 million dollars, and $10,000 a month in alimony. I'm tempted to give it to her just to get her to sign the divorce papers. But I'm sure after her lawyer sees the photos I've acquired of her with at least three of her lovers � the ones that I know of while we've been married � she'll retract her petition. I mentally snorted. She certainly set her aim high for a loveless marriage, though I was surprised she didn't try to wheedle more money in the divorce; my family's worth is in the billions.

I needed to get out of here; all I wanted was to see Naruto again. "I'm going to leave for the day," I told Sasuke, grabbing my coat from the small closet next to the door. I really didn't want to be here anymore, just looking at this place was giving me a sour taste in my mouth. Sasuke looked like he understood, nodding to me as I exited the office.

As I walked out of the building, it felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest. Just being in the Uchiha building seemed to suck all the energy out of me. I had no regrets giving it away; it was a responsibility I'd never wanted in the first place. I thought I could outwit my father and ultimately lost the most precious thing to me. But I was determined to get my blonde back. I am an Uchiha after all.

I found myself heading down a familiar street. Looking ahead, I spied the café where I'd first met Naruto. I knew he still worked there; Pein had kept me abreast of everything that had been happening while I was away. If Naruto found out that I had gotten monthly reports of his doings from Pein, he'd blow a fuse. But it had been those updates that had fueled my drive to speed up the takeover.

I ended up standing next to the window of the café. At the sight of a bright head of blonde hair, I stopped and stared, transfixed. There he stood, amidst a room of customers; he was gorgeous, his smile making my heart clench as he talked with a young brunette woman. It looked like he was leaving as he pulled on a coat; checking my watch, I saw it was just after four p.m. He didn't seem to notice me as he began walking in the opposite direction I was in. I decided to follow him, hoping that maybe he'd give me a chance to talk.

I trailed him to an older apartment building a few blocks away. I waited for several minutes after he'd gone inside before slowly approaching the entrance and reading over the names on the mailboxes. I found his quickly, and noting the apartment number I steeled myself and made straight for the stairs.

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~Naruto's POV~

Climbing the stairs to my apartment, I wished for probably the thousandth time that my building had an elevator as my feet felt like they were going to fall off. If I didn't need these damned shoes for work I'd throw them out the window; it was always a bitch to break in new shoes. Oh well, at least I lived on the third floor; not too much of a climb. I took my keys out as I walked down the hallway to my door.

I stepped into my apartment, slipping my shoes off and plopping down on the couch. This day had been long, seemingly endless. I think what made it worse was the anxiety that ate at me, wondering if this is the day Itachi would show up.

Lying motionless for several moments, I groaned and sat up. I really needed a shower, so I stood and headed into my bedroom for a set of clean clothes. Just as I was about to step into the bathroom, someone knocked on my front door. Damn it!

Grumbling, I put my clothes on the bathroom sink and walked to the door. I would just get rid of them, whoever it was, fast. I undid the chain and turned the deadbolt, intending to shoo the person or persons at the door away. I opened the door wide, then froze in my tracks when I looked up into a pair of midnight eyes.

Itachi Uchiha stared down at me.

~TBC~
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