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What lies beneath	By : asuka5271 Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1241 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto it's the property of Masashi Kishimoto nor do I make any profit from writing this story

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Hiya to everyone that reads I�m really happy you read this fic and hopefully like it, I�m sure this is the moment many of you are waiting for but since I don�t want to spoil it for you I�ll let you read and find out.
Enjoy xD
Disclaimer: I don�t own Naruto nor make profit from it, Naruto is the sole property of Masashi Kishimoto....*turns towards man in dark suit* there I�ve said now give me Naru-chan....*said man runs away*....Wahhh give me my Naru-chan*chases after him*
Read and review please xx
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Chapter three
Previously
His mom was involved in a car crash.
She didn�t survive.
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Naruto watched as the mist covered the memory erasing it, replacing it with another one. This time he was 18 standing in the living room, fist clenched, eyes misty as tears threatened to fall out as his world was once again being destroyed. Jiraiya stood opposite him pain laced in his eyes pleading him to understand; he did, he understood far too well.
�Naruto listen� he began �It�s not what you think�
�Not what I think� Naruto blew up in anger his nails piercing his skin causing small droplets of blood to run down his fist dripping on to the cream coloured carpet beneath his feet �then tell me Jiraiya tell me that you�ve not been accepted money from that man. That man who fucked my mother and then abandoned her when she fell pregnant all because he couldn�t be bothered to shove something over his goddamn dick� he couldn�t help it tears fell down his face, not wanting to hear Jiraiya�s excuses anymore Naruto ran out of the house.
Money, it was all because of money.
Naruto had thought Jiraiya took him in because he wanted to, he thought Jiraiya cared about him but he now saw it was that fat sum entering his account every month was what he really cared about.
How long?
How long had Jiraiya been paid by that man, was it before Jiraiya took him in? When his mother was still alive? Was Jiraiya spying for the cursed Namikaze family making sure that Naruto wouldn�t announce it to the media that he was his bastard son?
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Opening his eyes Naruto was once again met by darkness, although this time he woke up for an entirely different reason.
His mind ran through all the memories lingering on the last.
Naruto had only gone back once after that and only to collect his clothes. He didn�t speak at all to Jiraiya and left. He had rented out a small apartment with the money from both his first book and from his inheritance. He had to laugh at that when he found out, turned out his mother had a secret account all for him but he could only access it once he was 18, he figured it was probably for college or something so all in all he ended up with quit a sum.
Naruto had cut all ties with Jiraiya that day never once speaking to him; he focused only on his work. He was rather anti-social so he was quite lucky his publishing firm allowed him to use a pen name for his work, as well have a shadow who would be the one to attend all the events that he needed to go to but didn�t want to.
Sighing Naruto ran his hand through his blond locks as he slid into a sitting position. His lamp was still turned on having fallen asleep before turning it off, the light causing ominous shadows to flicker against the wall but Naruto was too pre occupied to notice. Turning to his alarm clock he saw it only read 11:23; cussing at the even less amount of sleep he�d gotten compared to the previous night.
Seeing as his mind was no longer tired Naruto knew he would not be able to fall asleep, instead he decided to go and do the one thing that could make him forget everything: writing.
Pushing the duvet of him; the book he had opened but never read a few hours earlier had still been on his lap, slid onto the bed as he moved his duvet. Naruto wasn�t that bothered, he figured if writing didn�t work then he would just come back and read, there was actually never a time where one or the other wouldn�t work as a stress reliever.
Pulling on his slippers Naruto left his room and went into the library. Inside he was met with the lovely scent of books that just made him go all mushy (A/N jeeze there�s gotta be some first rate porn if he�s like that just smelling them lolx) moving forward he walked over to the small table and plumped himself down on the chair before pulling his laptop forward and opening it.
Once it finished turning on he went through his documents until he found the folder he needed; Detective Shikamaru series clicking it a couple of time he opened the last chapter he had written re reading the end and then opened a plain document titling it chapter 14, before he allowed his fingers to wiz away at the key board.
For a very long time Naruto had been a lover of detective novels, he�d red all the Sherlock Holms books, as well as others Hypothermia by Arnaldur Indridason, Blood from Stone by Frances Fyfield (A/N taking from the guardian top 10 crime novels in case you want to check it out) and many more.
Having read so many Naruto found there was a kind of trend in many of the novels in regards to the protagonist, not in all but a still a lot. If the novel had an up tone beat the detective was usually charming and witty. But it had a low beat it usually the detective was suffering from a lot of psychological issues and dealing with that was part of the development of the story. Naruto found that there were more latter stories than the former.
Naruto didn�t want that. He wanted a unique character that set him apart from other crime stories, he didn�t want anything to psychologically screwed up to his character, nor did he want him to be an eccentric yet charming man. But no matter what he could never seem to find the right characteristics. Usually for Naruto character personalities and such would develop as his plot would in his head, because depending on the storyline it needed a type of character to fit, after all you couldn�t have violent criminal characteristics in the protagonist of a romance plot.
Once he picked out the basic characteristics, snippets of scenes would enter his head forming more of his character, what he is like and how he would react in certain situations. As he starts typing he would develop even further adding more, background if he hasn�t already or altering it from first ideas, until by the end he would have a fully formed character and story.
But alas unless he had the basic characteristics he couldn�t move forward and Naruto did not have the basic characteristics.
It was pure luck when he found his inspiration. It was four years ago when he was 20, it was also the time he was rather serious about writing a crime novel but ended up in a depressive flunk because he couldn�t form his character. He was sitting at his favourite place Ichiraku Ramen stand which was conveniently opposite his apartment.
Unfortunately he couldn�t enjoy his favourite bowl of miso ramen because he was so depressed when two new comers arrived. Naruto knew they were new since he was there everyday and he never seen them at all. They looked somewhat the same age as him maybe younger. The first guy was rather plump, he had short spiky light brown hair but he had this aura around him like he would be the type of person you�d really get along with even if you didn�t have much to say. The other had dark brown hair tied into a ponytail and an expression of boredom on his face.
�Welcome to Ichiraku�s the best Ramen shop in town� the owner Teuchi said smiling a large spoon in his hand.
�Let eat here okay� he heard the rounded guy say taking a seat
The other just sighed �what a drag� he muttered but took a seat as well.
It wasn�t until Naruto got back to his apartment and was thinking about his main character did the image of the dark brown hair boy pop into his mind. �Perfect!� he cried out, a super intelligent detective but he always complained about how troublesome things were but done the job.
In that moment Naruto found his detective, already scenes were popping up in his head scenes where his character could show other sides to his personality, anger, loyalty, passion. Although these would be rare scenes wanting to keep the down to earth and seemingly plain look, but Naruto knew it would make things more exciting Detective Shikamaru would have many layers to his character without dragging in the whole psychologically scarred notion.
Sure when he wrote the description of him that Naruto might have mirrored his appearance on the guy who inspired his personality. But Naruto figured his looks suited the character type changing him would change the character and Naruto didn�t want to having spent so long trying to figure out what he�d be like. His appearance suited his attitude, but at least he made some changes to his sidekick. He decided to name him Chouji; he�d be Shikamaru�s best friend as well help with solving crimes. Naruto chose to mirror him from the other guy that was in the ramen stand, from what he saw he could tell they had a really good relationship and it was exactly what he wanted between his detective and his sidekick. Essentially Chouji looks completely like the other guy but there was one addition he had swirly tattoos on his cheek.
And there you had it Detective Shikamaru and his trusty sidekick Chouji but it did take him three years to publish his first book. Why you ask? The answers quite simple prior to that all the books Naruto wrote were all action based guy flicks despite his love for crime. When he went to his editor with the idea she loved it but every time he wrote a draft it wasn�t good enough, Shikamaru didn�t appeal to the audience, he needed to have some sparkle whilst maintaining his character. The plotline wasn�t strong, there needed to be more scenes for Chouji, and much more. But no matter what he would never regret that it took him so long, Naruto knew his drafts weren�t all that great after rereading many he didn�t feel as if he had chaptered Shikamaru character. He loved his editor she really understood his writing which was why she kept pushing him to redo everything. There was also the bad luck of her insisting that he had to throw some romance in there somewhere. That almost killed him since he was crappy at love love stuff but her Spartan training of romance soon taught him all he needed to know and he was actually kind of good, sometimes sappy but ehh it worked.
Finally three years later he released his first novel, he was worried because he knew that the audience wouldn�t be able to truly grasp Shikamaru�s character in just one novel or that he couldn�t write everything about Shikamaru in one book. But every author knew if you want to do a series, unless the first book sold well you wouldn�t be making a sequel. But luckily it did sell, guys liked it for the mystery and girls for the unpredictability of Shikamaru�s character, that and he seemed rather normal which made it easier to understand him.
Which was why Naruto at 24, was writing the third instalment of the series. This one was going to be slightly more heated because he wanted to focus somewhat on the relationship between Shikamaru and his newly appointed receptionist Ino. So he made sure to stock up on many love love books and books on how to woo a girl.
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When Naruto woke up again he found that rather than being in his large comfy and not to mention warm bed, instead he was sitting on something hard with his head in his arms and cold, very very cold.
Sitting up, Naruto yawned stretching his arms and back; his laptop was still in front of him open on the chapter he was working on having fallen asleep halfway through. Naruto rubbed his eyes trying to break away from the last remnants of sleep but it was proving harder than usual his mind still trapped in a sleep induced haze.
A strong gust of cold air forced him to rub his arms violently to keep warm, thinking maybe he should�ve brought a duvet or something when he came to library last night to stay warm. Although it was rather unusual for him to be that cold, the heating of this place was rather well designed. It had been designed in a way where all Naruto had to do was punch in the number of what temperature he wanted and the heater would make the sure no room in the house fell below that. He did have the choice of altering the temperature per room as well as turning off the heater in specific rooms, which was why in the whole house only the small kitchen, living room, his bedroom; bathroom, library, hallway, as well as the conservatory and the music room had the heaters turned on in there. The hallway way, conservatory and music room were put on low heat because Naruto figured that he would sometimes go into those rooms, that way when he did he wouldn�t have to freeze waiting for the room to heat up when he upped the temperature on the dial in those rooms. The rest that he would mainly be in, he had made sure to set at a medium temperature so that he could just sit there in a shirt and boxers and not feel cold at all. The rest he knew he would never go in so why waste money keeping them warm.
However Naruto�s mind was far too hazy to realize that one of the rooms he was not meant to feel that cold in, he was in fact freezing.
Saving his document he got up zombie like making his way downstairs to the kitchen. As he walked farther and farther his mind was somewhat clearing up as the coldness stared to sink causing goose bumps all over his body. Naruto let out an involuntary gasp as he shivered stopping at the top of the stairs. By that time his mind was completely awake, he couldn�t understand why he was so cold he was positive he set the heater so why the heck was it so damn freezing.
Trudging down the stairs he found himself shivering more and more, maybe he should�ve gotten changed instead of being in his night wear which pretty much consisted of boxes and a shirt as well some socks.
Reaching the hallway, something caught his eyes causing him to turn towards the conservatory. Naruto stopped and stared....
�No freaken way� he hissed stomping into the conservatory he practically ran toward the windows slamming them shut. �Dammit� he cursed; okay this courage dare was really starting to grate on his nerves. Sure he could forgive yesterday because lets face it; it wasn�t like the place looked like any one lived there. But things were different now; there was furniture, posters on the walls, no dust or cobwebs how the heck could bratty kids not realize someone was now living there.
Again the dinning room and large kitchen were in the same state, he checked the ball room through the door that connected to the dinning room and found it was still okay. Instead of going straight to the living room Naruto decided to return upstairs, he closed all the windows on right wind before making his way to his room and the rest of the left wing. He spent 10 minutes in his room because the breeze had knocked some of his things around so he had to put everything back in place again as well as grab a large jumper to keep him warm. When he got to the library he cursed out loud as he made his way around a few book shelves which hid the window from his desk, no wonder he woke up so cold and stiff he was practically bathing in the cold air as he slept.
Once finishing upstairs Naruto made his way straight for the living room closing all those windows, his mind was in complete disarray and extremely pissed that as he moved towards the kitchen to close the windows there he didn�t even notice the lone figure sitting causally at the table.
Naruto continue to curse and grumble under his breath muttering things like �I�m going to kill those damned brat� and �Ohh when I get my hands on them� and other threats involving maiming torturing, well you get the picture. Only when he tuned back around did he see.
Blinking in surprise Naruto�s mouth opened confusion and shock wiping away all previous thoughts of killing as he took in the man who was currently sitting at his dinning table completely relaxed as if he wasn�t breaking and entering.
The man was extremely pale with short raven hair which was styled in a rather peculiar way that reminded Naruto of a duck�s butt. He was just sitting there in a pair of loose fitted black jeans and a black shirt, whilst in his hand was a cup of dark liquid. Doing a double take Naruto realized it was his coffee; his coffee that he needed to wake up every morning and this man was just drinking it as if he was the one who brought it. Naruto stared at him indignantly unable to form words, his mouth still hanging open.
�Close you mouth unless you want to end up swallowing flies� low, deep and smooth voice with a hint of amusement broke Naruto out of his reverie
Naruto immediately snapped his mouth shut flushing in embarrassment
�Dobe� the man muttered taking a sip of his coffee onyx eyes looking at Naruto and from what he could see almost laughing at him.
�What the hell� he snapped angry at the insult �who the fuck are you and what the hell are you doing in my house� he shouted pointing an angry finger at the man.
The man just gazed him cooly onyx eyes looking deep into blue
�Hn� was his only reply continuing to sip his drink nonchalantly without a care in the world.
�What the heck is that suppose to mean� Naruto shouted getting pissed of by the uncaring attitude �get the hell out of my house before I call the police�
The raven just raised an eyebrow; taking another gulp of his drink �this isn�t you house� he told the other calmly
Naruto just stood there stupefied; was that guy serious he bought the house fair and square, who the hell was this guy?
�What the heck are you talking about I brought this house?� he asked clearly confused his arm that was previously pointing at the man resting limply at his side.
�Hn. I�ve been living here longer than you�
Now Naruto was very confused, sure the previous owners were a married couple but he was quit sure they didn�t have any kids and even if they did there was no way this man could be their child he was way too old, hell he looked to be the same age Naruto was.
Suddenly a memory floated in Naruto�s mind, one he never really paid attention to.
�Well you see the house does have a bit of history� a women around 25 with short bubblegum pink hair started off, she kept flicking over to the house and back to him rather nervously not wanting to tell, wanting to sell the house but knowing she had to at the least to avoid a law suit.
�You see there was a fire here ten years ago and the owner of the house at that time had died. Well as the story goes, it appears as if his soul is still living inside that house unable to move on�
Naruto had brushed it off as some superstitious nonsense but thinking back on it now the girl seemed rather nervous and upset, could it be because she knew it was true that she had actually seen the ghost.
Naruto started his eyes as wide as saucers �no way� he gasped the man just watched him raising an eyebrow in question �y-you�re th-the ghost� he stuttered taking a couple of steps backward, fear creeping up his spine.
�Tch idiot� now that had an effect of Naruto
�Excuse me!?� he screeched, the raven man winced at the high pitch �who the hell are you calling an idiot� anger had over ridden any previous fear, ghost or not Naruto was not going to stand being insulted by someone who was trespassing in his home, even if they used to live here it was his house now.
�Who do you think, there isn�t anyone else here is there� the man replied sarcastically.
�What the hell. Who the fuck do you think you are just because you�re some ghost doesn�t give you the right to insult me.� The man just stared at him taking another sip o his coffee when Naruto realized something, something he should�ve from the get go. �How the hell are you drinking that?� pointing to the coffee cup.
The ghost just smirked, his eyes saying �I know something you don�t�
�Dobe� he muttered taking another long sip of his drink making sure Naruto could see that he was actually drinking it.
Wait, what! Naruto�s mind was trapped in confusion trying to make sense of everything
Okay rewind, there was a ghost, at least what he was quite positive a ghost, sitting at his table drinking a cup of his coffee that he brought. Actually holding the cup and drinking, it wasn�t passing through his hands or anything like you would see happing to ghosts in the movies. In fact there was nothing transparent about him, he seemed completely solid.
Staring at him, insulting him, and all the while with an annoying smirk on his face.
WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!
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I just like to say I mean no offence about the characters of crime novels, I don�t really read those kinds of books so I hope what I�ve said about the characters don�t offend any of you who do read them, it just fitted with my story. 
Any who, dun dun dun Sasuke�s finally here and WHAT he�s the ghost how could this happen!!!!??
Nyahaha I guess you�ll just got to wait ;p

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