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Precautions	By : GobletofFenrir Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1804 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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OK, wait! I know what you're going to say! I assure you, friends and fans, that I'm really sorry that this update was so late. I've just been totally swamped with getting ready for school. I move in seven days from today! Ah! So excited! So, if you'll bear with me until everything is settled, I'll be getting back on track. Excuses aside, this chapter is twice as long as all the others, so it should make up for it at least a little. :( Also, this chapter is the last installment of the flashback arc. There may or may not be a few more flashbacks later in the story, but nothing really like this. Also, character introduction and plot thickenings! Woo! So, enjoy. (And forgive me? 8D)

Holy shit, it's like Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory! Naruto wondered at the shining chrome walls of the elevator. His fingertips slid across the smooth surface, his eyes glued to the pristinely clean glass floor. A morbid fascination filled him as he noted his growing distance from the ground. Even the buttons are glass. Fancy. Naruto's wide blue eyes roamed the surprisingly roomy space, taking in all of its elegance. The button numbered 21 glowed softly.
"Sixth floor." A dainty voice floated from seemingly nowhere. The elevator continued to rise.
Naruto checked his watch. It read 2:05. He sighed with relief.
"Phew. I thought I was going to be late."
"Seventh floor." The car came to a graceful halt. "Seventh floor," the soft voice repeated.
The polished doors opened slowly, causing Naruto's reflection to disappear, replaced with the smiling faces of three very handsome young men. They entered quickly, none of them acknowledging Naruto's presence. The blond swallowed. All of their faces shared the same countenance: a bored, seemingly apathetic frown. The youngest of them stood out more than the others, his platinum blond hair and violet eyes seeming too bright to be real.
"Uhm, what floor?" Naruto murmured nervously.
The man standing closest to Naruto sighed through his nose. His eyes slid shut and he raised his arms, clasping his hands behind his neck.
"Seventeen," he seemed to growl.
Naruto nodded, quickly pressing the button. Those tattoos had to hurt, the blond thought, glancing at the dark haired man. What kind of psycho tattoos their face? Although…it's still a nice face. A very nice face. What a jaw.
"See something you like, Blondie?"
Naruto started, shaken from his reverie. "Do I—uh—what? Sorry. I mean, not that I was—I just—"
The brunet smirked and leaned closer to Naruto. Two long fingers with wickedly pointed nails grasped his chin. His face flamed.
"You're not the first person I've caught staring, kid."
Indignation rose in Naruto's chest only to be tamped down by embarrassment. He racked his mind for a defensive retort, but the increasingly smug look on that handsome face scattered his thoughts. Naruto tried to think of anything but the two bold red markings highlighting the man's smooth, high cheekbones and his wolfish grin.
"Such a pretty little thing," the tattooed man murmured. He turned Naruto's head to one side, then the other. Dark eyes drank in the slope of Naruto's jaw and slid down his neck.
"What are you doing in a place like this?" He eyed the button panel and raised a neatly plucked brow. The brunet's eyes narrowed into Naruto's. He turned the younger man's head to look directly into his wide blue eyes. "How'd you get mixed up with the Council?"
The third man stepped forward from the back of the car and placed a hand on the man's shoulder.
"Stop it, Kiba. He's obviously terrified enough without you antagonizing him." His voice was as smooth and placid as still water.
Naruto turned toward the other man and froze, retort lodged in his throat for the second time. Is he even real? His gaze slid slowly over the man. He drank in the man's flawless pale skin, lush pink lips, high, clear forehead, and eyes so pale that they appeared to be gray.
"Well, he's not terrified enough if you ask me, Neji. Given the way he's been eye fucking us since we got on, I'd say he's just fine." The silver haired man showed a mouth of pointed white teeth as he spoke.
Kiba leered at Naruto as a lewd smirk grew and rested comfortably on his face. His eyes briefly travelled the length of Naruto's body.
"Fine is the word to describe him, Suigetsu."
He released his grip on Naruto, trailing his index finger along the sensitive underside of the blond's jaw. The digit lingered just on the tip on his chin before falling back to Kiba's side.
"There's no way they won't choose him. He'll make a nice acquisition," he said almost contemptuously over his shoulder. Suigetsu sucked his teeth while Neji's face remained impassive.
The car came to a graceful halt and the gentle computerized voice announced that they were on the seventeenth floor. Kiba turned to face Naruto again, his smirk having melted into a smile that was almost friendly.
"Good luck, Blondie."
He turned his back and strolled toward the door of the car. One hand tucked into his pocket, the other rose lazily into a salute.
"See ya soon."
The brushed metal doors slid quietly shut and the elevator again began to rise. Naruto raised a hand to touch his jaw, still warm from Kiba's touch. His fingers trailed over the gooseflesh that had begun to form there. A shiver ran through him.
Naruto's mouth fell open as his racing thoughts came to a screeching halt, his mind having finally caught up to the present aftermath of his strange encounter.
"What the fuck just happened?!"
His incredulous voice echoed in the tight space and rang in his ears. He could feel his heart begin to race and his breath quicken. The silence following his outburst embarrassed him even more than his time spent with the mysterious, beautiful strangers. He needed answers, and soon, or it felt like his brain would explode. Naruto sighed, his shoulders losing their instantly acquired tension as he realized the only answer he would receive was the soft, emotionless voice replying, "Eighteenth floor."
—x—
Naruto was alternating between pacing around the small car and standing with his arms tight across his chest, worrying his lip and tapping his toe against the glossy transparent floor. He had been left feeling thoroughly put out by his conversation—if it could be called that—with the mysterious man named Kiba. What if they really are some weird gay cult?! Who the hell calls themselves the Council? I don't think I can go through with this. Not for all the money in the world, not for all the tea in China, not for all the noodles in a pack of Ra—A light chime and the pleasantly programmed voice permeated the silence of the car and disrupted Naruto's thoughts. His breath hitched at the sound of the artificially demure voice.
"Twenty first floor,"
The blond's mouth felt suddenly dy. He tried to swallow, but a lump had formed in his throat. When the doors to the car began to part, Naruto's heart sank as if they were the lips of the mouth of Hell itself opening to swallow him whole. Instead the door chimed once more, sliding open, and he was faced with a long, neatly kept and well decorated hallway. He blinked once as the innocuous scene sunk in before hanging his head with a sigh.
"Idiot," Naruto mumbled under his breath.
He forced his feet to move forward, shoving his hands into the pockets of his low slung black sweatpants. Bright blue eyes took in the gleaming brushed steel and glass décor, much like that of the elevator, as he stepped out of the car. The wall to his left was composed completely of tall, rectangular windows, and the wall to the right, of scrubbed metal. The space was strangely off-putting, austere in its cleanliness and stylishness. It was modern, tasteful, and completely terrifying.
Embarrassment flooded Naruto's face with color. He was suddenly very aware of his sweatpants, how they barely covered his bright yellow briefs, and his snug orange tee shirt. His skin became hypersensitive to the threadbare cotton of his shirt and the worn leather of his flip flops. He raised his hand to rub self-consciously at his exposed bicep. The sudden wave of discomfort led Naruto to one of the glass-seated chrome chairs. He sat, arms crossed across his chest, and almost immediately his foot began to jump, knee rising and falling in a near frantic rhythm. He hated ambiguity, and this, not knowing what to expect, or when, or from whom, was beginning to wear him down. For what felt like the millionth time in five minutes, the blond reconsidered leaving in the classy glass and metal deathtrap of an elevator.
Naruto's fingers began to drum loudly against the glass seat of his chair. The sounds of his nervous twitching were the only things to be heard in the seemingly endless empty corridor. There was a round faced clock on the wall, made surprisingly of a clear, molded plastic. It read 2:12 in abstractly written numbers. It was one of the few miraculous times Naruto could recall being on time for anything, much less being early.
The blond jiggled, tapped, and drummed his knee, foot, and fingers for what seemed like a small eternity.
"Exactly 2:15 for your interview, blah, blah, blah. Be freshly showered, do you understand?" Naruto smirked at his own awful false British accent.
"Well, Mr. Uzumaki, I certainly hope that I never sounded that way during our phone conversation."
Naruto's head snapped up and to the right, toward the clock, and to the woman standing in the doorway just beneath where it was mounted. His mouth hung open, cheeks blossoming with a blush. Before he could attempt any form of half-assed apology, the woman interrupted him. She stepped to the side, pushing open the steel door behind her.
"You're early. Come in, we'll begin as soon as the final member of your interviewing committee arrives."
The blond nodded dumbly and rose. His cheeks were still dusted with a blush as he scurried past the woman quickly, shoulders ducked and eyes diverted. Way to go, Uzumaki. The space he entered was a large, lofty office. Glass walls overlooking the city gave the spacious area a chic modern look, as well as the familiar scrubbed steel theme applied to the desk just before the far window and the several chairs set out across the room. A glass and metal coffee table fit neatly in the space left between three chairs angled near each other in the center of the office. The far wall was filled completely by steel bookcases and a jarringly bright red bar, fully stocked with high end liqueurs.
"Jesus Christ, where do you keep digging these guys up?"
Naruto's head snapped toward the sharp, patronizing voice that had insulted him. His lips turned down into a confused grimace. Inhabiting one of the tasteful office chairs was a woman with long blonde hair tied back in a messy ponytail. She was stretched out in an ungainly position: her legs bent at the knee over one arm of the chair, her arms cushioned her head, propping it up against the other chair arm. The green material of her dress fell nearly to the ground in wrinkled bunches, while beneath it a striped gray camisole clung snugly to her more than ample frame.
Whoa. I didn't know they even came that big…
"I mean, really? This scrawny American was the best you could do?"
Naruto could feel his eyebrow twitch.
"I apologize, Ms. Tsunade, but he was one of very few that actually called in regard to our ad. While he seems an unappealing choice on the surface, he has a certain quality about him that the others did not."
The blonde woman snorted. "Yeah, he's dumb. And mute too, it seems."
Frustration bubbled in Naruto's chest. Just calm down. You need this job. Don't let them get to you, Naruto. She's just a cranky old broad.
"I assure you, he does retain the ability to speak. Perhaps he has grown weary of abusing said ability by saying things of little to no value."
A derisive cackle shot from between Tsunade's lips. "Careful, he might not even realize you're making fun of him!"
The softest, most ladylike of giggles floated across the room at the blonde's comment.
"Take him back before Kakashi gets here. He'll eat the kid alive," the buxom woman sighed, stretching herself even more indecently over her chair. "I mean, that hair, those eyes, that tee shirt. He's obviously compensating for something."
Naruto whirled around on Tsunade, shoving an accusing finger in her direction.
"Look here you old hag, you don't know the first thing about me! My name is Uzumaki Naruto and I'm not dumb, I'm a God damn genius! I'm not scrawny, I'm lithe! And for your information, I was born with blue eyes and I'm a 100 percent natural blond! You'd know that if you'd stop running your mouth about me like I'm not even here. I'm right in front of you!"
His chest heaved with the backlash of shouting so loudly. A ruddy flush had painted his cheeks and frustration had set his brow. Naruto swallowed to coat his dry throat and dropped his hand to his side, his fingers quickly tightening into a fist.
"I only answered your stupid ad because I needed the money, but if it means dealing with people like you, I'd—I'd rather stay broke forever!"
Without sparing another glance to either of the two women left silenced in the pristine office, Naruto spun on his heel and attempted to storm out, only to run face-first into a firm chest. He reared back quickly, taking several steps in the opposite direction of his warm obstacle. The blond's mouth fell open as he took in the appearance of the newcomer. A silence meandered about the room uncomfortably like an uninvited guest.
"Well, I don't think that'll be necessary, Mr. Uzumaki."
The stranger spoke clearly and with a voice that was strong and clear, hanging over Naruto's head, deadly as an icicle. The sound landed upon the blond's ears flawlessly, despite the silky black mask slung over the lower half of the man's face. What was exposed of the man's face, his high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes, was handsomely proportioned. Naruto drank in the man's stature, his appearance, and the slickness of his voice, and was deterred from continuing both his tirade and dramatic exit. Something about the man's eyes was hypnotic, intriguing, and frightening all at once. He must be Kakashi.
"Sorry I was late. A black cat crossed my path and…well, you know. Didn't want to upset the spirits, so I had to take the long way across town."
Naruto's mouth shut, all previous effects of the man's imposing appearance disappearing.
"And the dainty, ever-hospitable Lady Tsunade does tend to get a bit testy if she misses her afternoon tea."
Another charming snort left the blond woman's mouth.
"But, in the spirit of moving forward, I apologize for her conduct and implore you to reconsider, Mr. Naruto Uzumaki, natural blond. I assure you that we can make it worth your while."
An uneven smattering of pink rose over Naruto's cheekbones. Something in the way this man spoke was slowly convincing him to remain. He cast a narrow-eyed glare over his shoulder at Tsunade before turning round once more and looking into the eyes of the tall, platinum haired man. He looked into their depths, searching for sincerity. Satisfied after an intense, silent moment, Naruto gave a slow nod and relaxed his hands from fists, taking another step back. Beneath the mask, the man seemed to smile.
"Alright, Mr. Uzumaki, since you've graciously decided to give us a second chance, we can move on with your interview." Kakashi abruptly turned in the opposite direction and began to walk toward the bar at the back of the room.
Tsunade grumbled, "If that's what you want to call it."
Suddenly the woman from the hallway was standing too close to Naruto for his liking. The clipboard she was holding nearly touched his shoulder.
"Do you have any tattoos?" Her clipped, professional tone sounded ridiculous to Naruto's ears using the word "tattoos."
"Yes, one on my stomach," he answered.
She scribbled something on her clipboard.
"Piercings?"
"My ears are pierced, if that counts," Naruto replied unsurely.
"Of course it does," The woman replied almost tiredly. "Any noticeable scars?"
"Yes," Naruto answered quietly. "On my face."
Tsunade honked out another laugh. "Cut yourself shaving, Blondie?"
Naruto leveled her with a glare that quieted her laughs. The clipboard touched Naruto's arm, causing him to start and look back at the woman beside him. She was peering up at the blond's face, apparently attempting to discern his scars from the smooth expanse of tan skin.
"They're there. I promise."
Her eyes, a lovely shade of green, Naruto noticed, flicked up to his and lingered for a moment before again returning to her clipboard. She made a note of something before continuing.
"Do you now or have you ever had any sexually communicable diseases?"
The annoying blush returned to Naruto's face. He cleared his throat. "Um, no. No, I've never had one."
The woman raised a finely shaped eyebrow. "Yes, I'm sure. However, conditionally upon employment you will receive a screening for all sexually transmitted diseases including HIV and AIDS from an independent clinic of our choosing at no cost to you." The words fell so smoothly from her mouth that Naruto wondered just how many times she'd repeated them so disinterestedly.
"Uh, OK."
"Are you a virgin?" There was no teasing, no patronizing to her words, and not a hint of curiosity.
He could feel the warmth of his face. "No," Naruto answered.
She made a series of mysterious marks on her clipboard before turning sharply on her heel. The sound of her shoes clicking against the gleaming floor echoed in the space.
"Now if you could remove your clothing, Mr. Uzumaki," her voice floated over her shoulder nonchalantly.
Naruto's mouth fell open. "What?!"
Kakashi casually approached the chair in which Tsunade was lounging. He propped himself on his elbow, shifting his weight onto one hip and crossing his legs at the ankle.
"No need to be shy, Naruto—May I call you Naruto?—you can keep your underwear on. We're not that thorough."
The thinly veiled mirth in the masked man's voice only added to Naruto's rapidly mounting embarrassment. He could feel his cheeks and ears prickle with a heated blush. You've got to be kidding me.
A familiarly curt voice pierced the air. "This is a standard procedure and a prerequisite for conditional employment, Mr. Uzumaki. As uncomfortable as it may seem, I assure you it is strictly for liability purposes."
Liability my ass…Naruto's hands began to fidget with the scraggly hem of his worn orange tee shirt. His teeth sought his lip and began to worry it as he fiddled with the cotton. Okay. I'm Naruto Uzumaki. I can do anything. It's just—
"Come on, kid. I don't have all day!" Tsunade honked, rising to her elbow and glaring at Naruto. "We've seen plenty of other bodies in here with more to show than yours so just strip, disappoint us, and get this over with."
Naruto grit his teeth, pulling his shirt over his head. He pointed to his tattooed torso with one hand while animatedly waving the other toward Tsunade.
"Does this look disappointing to you?!" He shouted, beginning to remove his pants. "Uzumaki Naruto has never disappointed anyone, you hear me, old lady?" Naruto threw his sweatpants and shirt to the ground angrily and crossed his arms over his chest with an angry huff.
There was a silence for several moments in which everyone seemed to be surveying the blond. The only sound was the ice in Kakashi's drink tinkling against the glass and the incessant scratching of a pen against paper. In the midst of the heavy silence, realization landed heavily on Naruto as he stood, nearly naked, before the three strangers. Way to go, Uzumaki. His teeth worried his lip ever harder and his cheeks felt unbearably warm. How could this get any worse? He thought morosely.
"Not bad, kid, but that temper is gonna have to go if you want to be in this line of work." Tsunade spoke in a voice that, finally, wasn't laced with rudeness or irritation. The blonde woman rose slowly, stretching as she left her chair. "Nice ink, by the way." She walked toward Naruto, her crossed arms accentuating her large breasts. "What do you think, Kakashi?" She called over her shoulder.
Kakashi, who had somehow crossed the room to stand behind Naruto without him noticing (1), nodded. "You're right, he is a bit thin, but well-muscled. Healthy hair and skin." His fingers grasped Naruto's bicep. "Reasonably strong. Apparently well-endowed."
Naruto couldn't help the laugh that escaped him at the paradoxically comical placidity of Kakashi's comment. "Uh, thank you," he giggled.
"Don't get cocky, kid," Tsunade replied with a smile. She walked in a circle around Naruto, thoroughly sizing him up from top to bottom. When she was standing in front of him again, she seemed pleased. Kakashi came to stand beside her, drink in hand.
"So. Final verdict?"
The silver haired man cocked his head to the side, swirling the liquid in his glass. "I think he's perfect for uh, you know who," he answered with a sort of muted glee. "And just in time for his birthday. What luck."
"Perfect? Well, I guess so. He always did like a challenge. And hey, they say opposites attract." Tsunade chuckled.
They shared a look that Naruto didn't quite understand before Tsunade left Kakashi's side to speak to the woman with the clipboard and the silver haired man approached Naruto more closely.
"It seems we have a place for you, if you're interested, Naruto," Kakashi said smoothly, his eyes (2) meeting the blond's kindly. "What do you say?"
A bright smile split Naruto's face. "Really?! Yes! Thank you!"
Kakashi seemed to be smiling again, if his eyes closing and resembling the shape of upside down u's was any indication. He held out his right hand. "Thank you, Naruto. We'll be in touch."
Naruto grasped Kakashi's hand, shaking it fervently and thank him again. Kakashi returned the shake, albeit with less enthusiasm, and released Naruto's hand, taking a step back.
"Alright, you're free to go. That lovely lady will escort you downstairs and fill you in on a few things. Have a nice afternoon." He turned, walking back to the bar in the far end of the room. "Oh, and you can put your clothes back on."
Naruto blushed and hurriedly reached for his clothing and pulled on his shirt. As he stood to tug on his pants, Tsunade came to stand before him, hands on her hips.
"Sorry to give you such a hard time, kiddo. I just knew there was more to you than this silent, blushing kid that walked in here." She smiled, and for the first time there was no trace of mockery.
The blond man raised a hand and scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, I get kind of nervous in front of strangers. Thanks, I guess," he laughed.
Something in Tsunade's smile turned almost sad. "Welcome to our little business. See you around, kid."
Naruto nodded and walked around the woman toward the door. He opened it, entering the same austere hallway and found himself standing before the elevator he had been so afraid of earlier. He pressed the down button and pushed his hands into his pockets.
"Well, that was weird," he murmured to himself. His eyes watched the lit numbers above the door skip forward from 1 to 21. A relieved sigh left him. "At least I have a job. Even though I'm not sure what kind of job it is…"
"What was that, Mr. Uzumaki?"
The blond jumped as the woman from earlier appeared beside him. "Uh, nothing. Just thinking out loud," he muttered.
"Hm." The woman remained silent for a moment. "Do you have any questions?"
"Um, a few…" Naruto trailed off as the elevator door opened with a light sound.
The two boarded the car together in silence.
"Such as?" The woman asked as the elevator dropped smoothly toward the ground.
Something in her voice had changed, sounding almost remorseful. Naruto turned to look at her. She can't be that much older than I am. He looked over her tightly pinned hair and well-tailored clothing. It all seemed to betray her soft, young face. Everything else about her seemed primped, polished, and proper, except…Why pink?
"Uh, what kind of work will I actually be doing?" The blond watched the world pass through the wall of the elevator.
A sound almost like a sigh left the woman's mouth. "Unfortunately, Mr. Uzumaki, the downfall of this business is that your obligations will vary from job to job. Upon arrival, you will be informed of what's required of you each time your services are required. I regret that there is little more I can tell you on the matter."
The abstract answer left Naruto feeling somewhat unsettled, but the elevator's gentle technological voice alerted them that they had reached the ground floor before he had time to dwell on it. The doors slid open to reveal the upscale lobby of the high-rise. The young woman left the car, high heels clacking on the shining marble floor. She stood beside the elevator as Naruto exited.
"If there are no other questions you need answered, then this will be where we part. Have a nice day, Mr. Uzumaki."
Naruto smiled at her, a genuine, bright grin that melted the hearts of all those who witnessed it. "Call me Naruto," he said happily.
A small smile managed to tug at the woman's lips. "Alright. Have a nice day, Naruto."
"Thanks," the blond replied. He began to turn around, but halted. "You know, you never told me your name."
A look akin to shock momentarily fleeted across the woman's face. Her clear, green eyes softened as she looked into the cerulean depths of Naruto's orbs. A gentle smile lifted the corners of her stylishly painted mouth.
"Sakura," she replied quietly.
Naruto's grin spread over his face. "Have a nice day, Sakura!" He called and turned to leave.
Sakura watched the young man's back retreat and her smile slowly slid from her face. She boarded the elevator and pressed the glass button marked 21. The pinkette (3) crossed her arms around herself, staring at the reflection she cast in the shining metal of the elevator doors. As the car rose, her arms tightened around her thin frame.
It never gets easier, she thought to herself. But Naruto…something about him is different. She watched the city skyline shrink to nothing as she rose to the top of the building. He's like a walking ray of sunshine. Sakura chuckled sadly to herself. And we could all use more sunshine. Especially in this business. The pink haired woman stood in silence for several pensive moments before the car came to a gentle stop.
"Twenty first floor," the elevator informed her. "Twenty first floor."
With a sigh, she exited the familiar car and walked slowly toward the door to the office. I only hope this job doesn't take that light from him. She turned the handle and pushed the door open. I couldn't handle seeing it happen to another one.
"What do you think, Sakura? He's perfect, isn't he?" Tsunade asked cheerfully, her usual drink in her hand.
The woman in question closed the door behind her silently. She faced the two figures standing nonchalantly in the office with a smile.
"Yes, ma'am," she replied. "Perfect."

Do you forgive/hate me yet?! :DDDD? Well, that was like, emotionally draining, so you should all feel loved. Because you are. :3 Mama TK loves all her readers. Mhm, yep, I do. SO, I can NOT believe that NO ONE guess that the voice on the phone was Sakura. Haha. I'm an evil bitch. But! To all you SasuNaruSasu fangirls and boys that are anti-Sakura, don't worry! I am too!!! In case you haven't noticed, my Sakura is going to be just a little bit different. So, yep.
Lots of stuff happened, but the plot is starting to thicken! It's about to get gooooooood. The next chapter introduces Naruto's "job" and all that in entails. Also, the long awaited chapter: Enter the Sasuke! Don't wanna miss that, right? RIGHT?! Heh. Hehe. Right...Well, see you there!
(1) He's a ninja, remember?! Lol. I couldn't resist.
(2) I'm going for the non-eyepatchy Kakashi, but his mouth and nose are still covered. I just like it better that way.
(3) I've heard the term before, and it's the only way to describe her hair appropriately…Yeah. Moving on.
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