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Broken Laptops and Ocular Implants	By : kakashizgirl Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1842 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters involved. I make no money from the writing of this story. It is explicitly for entertainment purposes only.

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“Goddammit Sasuke!” Itachi’s voice thundered down the hallway but the younger Uchiha had already managed onto the elevator thanking the heavens above that he was lucky enough for it to still be on their floor and he was able to get on without waiting.
Roughly and rapidly, he clicked the ‘down’ button and was only able to release the breath that he had been holding once the elevator began its downward descent. His heart pounded like a hammer in his chest and tears had began to stream down his cheeks once again.
*‘We’re going to pretend like it never happened...’ *
His brother’s biting words rang true in his ears and made his heart feel as if it would actually seize up in his chest. *How could Itachi be such an asshole?* He closed his eyes tightly, clutching at his heart as he turned, placing his forearm against the cool steel wall of the elevator, resting his forehead on it as the tears ran heavily and dripped onto the floor in large droplets.
As the elevator car finally came to a level stop and the floor marked ‘L’ for Lobby lit up, he wiped up his face as best he could, sniffling pathetically as he exited the elevator. He had no idea where he was going or what he was going to do, but one thing he knew for certain: he had to get a good distance between himself and his brother.
He stepped out into the driving rain, and shivered. He had left without a coat other than his suit coat, and those weren’t meant for keeping warm. He sighed out loud and cursed Itachi under his breath for making his life this miserable.
He headed down the sidewalk, ducking his head slightly to keep the needles of cold rain from pelting his face with such velocity, his hair in turn getting more soaked and it wasn’t long before it flattened around his face in a wet mess. Long black tendrils clung to his pale cheeks, and he was glad of it, because even at such an ungodly hour, it was not an impossibility to see someone he knew walking down the street where his brother’s apartment building stood; and the very last thing in the world he needed right then was for someone to ask him why he was crying.
As he hurried down the street, knowing there was an all-night eatery just up ahead and down the next avenue, his mind flashed back to another time. It was a warm spring day just a few months ago. The day he had graduated from high school and the sky was clear and the sun shone bright in the blue Konoha sky. He joined with his classmates in tossing his cap into the air beneath the watchful and smiling eyes of his mother, his father, his uncle Madara, and … Itachi. He exhaled and gnawed at the inside of his mouth. How could someone so perfect as Itachi have done something like this to him?
He came to a crossing, and though the street was deserted, he found himself stopping at the crosswalk, admiring the way the streetlights and the store windows shimmered softly against the gentle downpour, completely unaware of his plight. He pushed the wet hair from his eyes and closed them momentarily. Fuck if he knew what he would do now. It was far too early to return to his brother’s apartment.
Upon wiping the water from his eyes, he looked down the street and to the other direction, and spotted the all-night coffee shop where he and Naruto often went to study when Itachi was busy, or when they just wanted to be out and feel like real adults.
He headed in the direction of it, wishing like hell he had remembered to grab an umbrella in the foyer of the building before dashing out into the night like a loose cannon.
His rather expensive dress shoes splashed through the standing water and it washed up on his feet and got his socks wet, but he tried his best not to pay attention to it because it only made him angrier at Itachi... and at himself.
When he finally made it down to the coffee shop, he pushed open the door, which gave way into a warm, bright and very homelike atmosphere. The heavy aroma of freshly ground coffee beans assaulted his senses and he felt that from the look the hostess was giving him, he really should have offered an apology for stepping into the establishment dripping like a drenched puppy, but instead he eyed her smugly and asked for ‘an out of the way booth please’.
She took a menu in her hand and requested that he follow her toward the back. He left a darkened trail on the carpet from the front door all the way to the back where he finally sat down alone in a booth in the rear corner.
“Coffee... please,” Sasuke pushed the menu back into the woman’s hand without giving it a second look. He couldn’t think of ordering fanciful coffees just then, and he caught her before she had time to offer him any cream, sugar, nutmeg, cinnamon, etc. “...Black is fine.”
The woman nodded and without offering a smile of reassurance, turned on her heel to appease his bland tastes.
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“Were you asleep?”
His voice felt gravelly to him and he hoped to Kami he wasn’t going to be sick from all of this cold and unnecessary wetness.
The voice on the other end was quiet for a moment, and then he heard what sounded like things being knocked around and covers being rumpled. “Sasuke?”
Naruto didn’t hide the surprise in his voice. “Sasuke are you okay?!”
It was obvious late night calls like this weren’t something commonplace between the two of them. “Hai... can you come meet me?”
“Uhhh... yeah... yeah sure... just let me get dressed... where the fuck are you?”
“At the coffee shop, on Seventh Avenue.”
“What the fuck, Sasuke?”
“I’ll explain when you get here okay?” he couldn’t hide the weariness in his voice anymore.
“Allright. Sit tight. I’ll be right there,” Naruto hung up before Sasuke could tell him to please hurry, but he was ninety percent sure that the blonde would hurry because proceeding with caution just wasn’t in Naruto’s nature.
His black coffee arrived and he thought about just how miserable he was as he took the first sip and realized how hot it felt against his throat going down. He was chilled to the bone and the weather wasn’t the only reason.

Naruto arrived a few minutes later wearing a bright orange hoodie and an old faded looking pair of blue jeans--the kind that you loved to wear because they were so comfortable.
“Hey Sasuke!” he whispered loudly as he slid into the seat opposite the soaked raven-haired mess. “Looks like you forgot your umbrella!” he chuckled good-naturedly.
Sasuke scowled. “Hey to you too, Captain Obvious...” he murmured before taking another steaming sip of his coffee.
The waitress appeared without warning next to their table and topped off Sasuke’s cup. “Can I get you anything, sir?” she eyed Naruto and placed the coffee pot on the edge of the table, as she reached into her apron pocket fumbling for the order pad.
“I’ll just have some toast... aaaand two eggs,” Naruto shot a glance at Sasuke who seemed completely lost in thought and not really paying attention at all to what he was ordering.
“How would you like your eggs?” she sighed, raising her brow to look out the plate glass window into the rain-twinkling street as a particularly large flash of lightning had just illuminated the restaurant.
“Uhhhh... scrambled, please miss...” Naruto replied, and jerked slightly in his seat as a large clap of thunder rumbled loud enough to rattle the glass beside them.
“A beverage, sir?”
“Just orange juice,” Naruto turned his face and smiled brightly at the waitress who was then gone as quickly as she had came.
Sasuke once again didn’t seem to notice.
With that, the waitress was gone.
“So what gives?” Naruto wasn’t going to wait for Sasuke to spill his beans. He would drag it out of him if he had to.
Sasuke closed his eyes and shook his head as he took another drink of the strong black coffee. “I don’t even know where to start...” he finally sighed and sat the cup down, realizing he’d been holding it with both hands like a homeless person would hold a cup of soup.
Naruto reclined in the seat and fiddled with the knots of his drawstring, looking at Sasuke with an expression somewhere between concern and amusement. “Well how about telling me why you look like a drenched puppy that somehow managed to be dressed in a 150,000 yen suit...” his tone was incredulous.
“Itachi and I had a fight...” Sasuke began, but by the time he had finished explaining to Naruto exactly why they were fighting in the first place, the blonde had consumed his plate of food and was beginning his own third cup of coffee.
“This is … *fucking*... unbelievable,” was all the wide-eyed Naruto could manage to gasp after Sasuke finally finished up to the point of how he had actually gotten to the diner without an umbrella after midnight.
Sasuke nodded. Surely Naruto would take his side in the whole thing. He *was* in the right, after all.
“This is precisely why I won’t drink! It only makes for more problems the morning after!” Naruto was nibbling on a toothpick and shaking his head.
“Well he wasn’t *that* drunk!” Sasuke proclaimed once more. “He knew *exactly* what he was doing, and I’ll be goddamned if I will ‘ever’ believe any different.”
“Come on, Sasuke...” Naruto’s voice, though low, carried a partially pleading tone. “Everybody knows Itachi thinks the world of you. He would kill for you, man! To think that this all happened, well it’s just awful, but maybe you should try to forgive him and see things from his point of view? Hell even the most perfect people make mistakes...”
Naruto’s eyes were bright and the color of the water on the sea coast where he and Itachi used to play as kids. Sasuke studied him for a moment and then let out a resounding, “Tch...”
Naruto rose from his seat and dropped a few bills on the table. “Come on, you can spend the night at my place; I’m sure things will seem much brighter in the morning...”

Itachi returned to his apartment feeling more defeated at that moment than he had *ever* felt in his life. He let the heavy door slam shut behind him and slumped against the cold wood, sliding downward until his butt hit the granite of the entry hall floor.
He released a sigh, heavy-laden with regret. “I’m so sorry Sasuke...” he whispered into the empty apartment. He closed his eyes only aiming to rest his weary mind for a few moments but when he awoke another dreary gray dawn greeted him through the wall of windows that lined the living room.

They day turned out cooler than the days prior and Sasuke felt freezing cold when he stepped out of Naruto’s apartment and headed for home. He hoped beyond hope that Itachi would already have left for work, but regardless, he was going to play things intensely cool with his older brother. He had made up his mind.
He sighed with relief when he realized that the black luxury sedan that Itachi drove was not parked in its usual spot. On the way up the elevator, Sasuke felt his phone vibrating softly in his pocket.
He pulled it from his pocket and realized that it was a number which looked vaguely familiar, but he really couldn’t place it. He swiped his finger and answered, with a rather unwelcoming sounding, “Hello?”
“Sasuke Uchiha?” the voice on the other end of the line had a low timbre not unlike Itachi’s.
“...Speaking.”
“Sasuke, it’s Obito…”
“Hey, Obito!” Sasuke immediately forced his voice to sound much more enthusiastic than it would have.
“How are things?” Obito’s voice ran over his cheek like black silk pouring through the tiny receiver in the cell phone.
“Fine, arigato. How are you?” Sasuke had now mindlessly made his way into the apartment, noticing that everything was tidy as always. He had meandered down the hallway and into his bedroom where he began to empty out his pockets on his bed.
Obito went on thanking Sasuke for such a pleasant evening last night (as if he had been the one responsible for it), and as the raven-haired teenager peeled off his damp suit trying desperately to maintain the slender phone between his shoulder and ear, he began to realize exactly why Itachi was so angry about Obito’s interest in him.
*Obito was inviting him to come spend the weekend with him on the coast in their beach house*, and Sasuke was fairly certain that Itachi would suffer a nuclear meltdown if he accepted the invitation.
“I think that sounds like a perfect weekend…” Sasuke murmured as he tugged his pants off and sat down on the edge of his bed. A glimmer of a mischievous smile began to tug at one corner of his usually downturned lips as he held the phone to his ear now, making certain not to drop it. He eyed his pale body in the large mirror across the room on the dresser. “I haven’t been away from the books in over a month.”
“Then it’s settled,” Obito purred. “If it’s good with you, I’ll pick you up after you get out of class today?”
“I’ll need to pack a few things, but you can pick me up out in front of Konoha Towers at four-thirty.”
“See you then,” Sasuke could feel Obito’s smile in his voice and he couldn’t hide the rush of excitement that washed over him like a warm wave.

Itachi puffed out his cheeks and released the air in a fretful manner. He tugged the pair of reading glasses off his beautiful face and tossed them carelessly onto the desk. The documents before him were starting to run together in a jumbled clusterfuck of Times New Roman. The initial papers for the merger between the Senju and Uchiha Corporations were on his desk, and in record time. The lawyers were definitely on their game on this business deal. But there was so much more swirling in his mind aside from the consolidation at hand...
He closed his eyes and leaned back in the black leather executive chair and his mind immediately went to Sasuke. A twinge gripped his heart and he felt himself actually wince.
He hoped that things would have simmered down between the two of them that evening. Sasuke hadn’t came home the previous night after the blow up they’d had and Itachi hoped that his younger brother had taken some time to cool off and come to his senses.
The bottom line was that Itachi had fucked up… royally. And he knew it. But underscoring that bottom line was that he really didn’t have a clue how to fix it. He had feelings for his brother that ran far deeper than they should, but he would be damned if he was going to let those feelings manifest themselves once more.
But then again, he never expected that they would have ever materialized the way they did. He wanted to blame the damn whiskey for it, but even that sounded lame in his own mind now. He knew full well what he was doing when he carried Sasuke to his bed, laid him down and fucked him so shamelessly.
He didn’t know how he was going to handle Sasuke from here on out, but one thing was for certain. He couldn’t let those things happen… Ever. Again.
“This is a bad bitch…” Sasuke murmured to Obito as he had finished throwing his overnight bag into the trunk and slid into the passenger seat next to his new-found- friend/cousin/possible-new-lover. Obito just grinned and pressed the accelerator of the sleek black sportscar and they sped off into the proverbial sunset making their way toward the coast.
The Uchiha summer house was nearly an hour away and he and Obito made small talk as they sped along the expressway toward the beach road cut-off. As much as he tried to avoid it, Sasuke’s mind kept wandering back to Itachi. The feeling in his heart that he got for his older brother was overwhelming and had to force himself to look away out the window, pretending to be enjoying the passing scenery when in fact there was a lump in his throat that just wouldn’t go down.
Why couldn’t he just extinguish the memories of that night with Itachi from his mind; do as his wise older brother insisted and ‘pretend it had never happened...’
He sighed softly. It was a virtual impossibility.
This whole idea he had for leaving for the weekend to get away from Itachi and his ulterior motive of making Itachi jealous seemed futile at best now that he was away from the apartment. Away with Obito… Away from the warmth and safety of Itachi.
“Do you like Beef Sukiyaki?” Obito chimed in softly, appearing to notice that something was amiss with Sasuke.
“Hai. I love anything grilled,” Sasuke nodded and finally turned to his cousin.
“Is everything okay?” Sasuke could see Obito’s eyebrows furrow behind the dark sunglasses he wore.
“Sure…” Sasuke offered weakly.
“You’d tell me if it wasn’t, right?” Obito’s gentleness was disarming to the younger less experienced Uchiha.
“Of course,” came Sasuke’s delayed answer. He hoped he was somewhat convincing. The last thing he wanted was to ruin this weekend over thoughts of Itachi.
Itachi was a fucking asshole. Itachi had carried him to bed and fucked him so passionately it had made Sasuke see stars, and the very next day Itachi had chosen to flick him away like a piece of unwanted lint from one of his finely tailored suits.
Sasuke bit the inside of his lip, nearly hard enough to bring blood. He would be damned if he would let Itachi’s memory undo his chance of having a good time this weekend.
Obito motioned up ahead. It was the turn off to the Old Beach Road where mile after mile of craggy coastline gave way to one aristocratic manor home after another. There was quite a bit of distance from house to house--often a mile or more. The wealthy seemed to adore their space along their other ‘creature comforts’.
Sasuke noticed the digital clock in the fine leather-covered dashboard. It was nearly six in the evening. Itachi would be coming home soon. He would open that large exquisitely polished wood door and he would slip off his expensive leather shoes. He would pad across the cold teakwood floor of his apartment and the first thing he would notice would be the note on the stark white piece of paper that Sasuke had left him…

‘Spending the weekend with Obito at the Uchiha Beach House… Don’t worry about me… I’ll be back Sunday evening… Signed~ Sasuke’

Itachi could feel the blood rush out of his face all at once as he read Sasuke’s casual words. He crumpled the paper in his hand and flung it across the kitchen, slamming his fist down on the granite countertop. “Motherfucking little…” Itachi’s words were lost in a slur of fury.
He had two choices.
One. He could sit at home mulling over all the things that he had done to cause this. Or, two. He could go retrieve his foolish little brother.
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