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No Goodbyes	By : Lanie12777 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1667 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Not sure when the next chapter will be up, I�m working on two other stories right now as well, but I�ll try to have it done as soon as possible.

　

Chapter 6

The twin ringing and buzzing of my phone grabbed my attention as Itachi pulled up in front of my apartment. Pulling the phone out of my pocket, I checked the caller ID and saw it was my mother. Groaning, knowing she'd just continue to call if I hit the ignore button, I flipped my cell open. "Hey, mom!" I said as cheerfully as I could.

"Don't you 'hey, mom' me! Why is it I have to hear about you seeing Itachi again from Sakura instead of my own son?" Disappointment laced her tone. I sighed. Sakura and her big mouth. The reason I hadn't told her is because I knew she wouldn't be happy. She'd never really approved of me dating and living with Itachi, and her anger at what he'd done had nearly surpassed my own.

"I was going to tell you-"

She cut me off with a huff. "I don't know why you'd even want to talk to that man again after what he did. If he'll do it once, he'll do it again."

Standing by the doors leading into my building, I shuffled my feet anxiously. Itachi watched me closely, knowing something was going on. I hoped the volume on my phone wasn't too loud. My mother was silent a moment before she pressed on.

"Look sweetheart, I'm not trying to be nosy and interfering, I just don't want to see you get hurt again. Sometimes you're too forgiving like your father." That was a familiar mantra I'd heard almost all my life: I'm too much like my father. Of the two, my father was the calmer, more rational one with the forgiving heart, while my mother tended to be hotheaded and jump into things without thinking. And boy could she hold a grudge. She'd gotten into a fight with one of her old friends from school several years ago and still had yet to talk to her again.

After my continued lack of speech she sighed. "Alright, I'll quit talking about it. But don't think this is finished, young man. We're going to have a long talk when you come to dinner tonight. And no arguments!"

I grimaced. Damn, I'd forgotten that I'd promised my parents I would have dinner with them. "Okay, mom. I'll see you in a little bit. Bye." I hung up the phone, meeting Itachi's questioning look.

"I'm sorry, but I have to head to my parents' house. I promised my mom I'd come over for dinner tonight." Luckily the conversation had cooled me off, and I could think a bit more levelly now. As much as I would love to be with Itachi again, it would cause some complications right now that would be too much to handle. It was too soon; I didn't want to rush things. But damn if he didn't make it hard, pun intended.

Itachi nodded. "I couldn't help but hear. Would you like me to come with you?" If he was disappointed, he kept it well hidden.

For one second I was tempted to say yes, but the image of my mother's angry face if Itachi showed up with me made me shake my head. "No, I don't think that'd be a good idea. I'm sorry, but I need to go ahead and get over there." I could just imagine how my mother would be standing beside the door, tapping her foot impatiently, if I was late.

He nodded, walking over to me. Tilting my head back, he kissed me long and slow before moving back and going to his car. "I'll call you later; maybe we can have dinner tomorrow?"

Giving him a small smile, I agreed and stood watching as he drove out of the parking lot. Taking out my phone, I called a taxi and waited by the curb. I didn't own a car, mainly because I knew I couldn't afford the payments and with gas prices so high; I was glad I was only a few minutes from work so I could walk.

The taxi arrived about ten minutes later, and after giving the driver the address to my parents' house, I leaned back against the seat and absently watched the scenery go by. I loved going to my parents', but right now I was dreading it, knowing of the lecture I was about to receive from my mother. I knew she wouldn't be happy when she found out about Itachi being back in town, or especially that I was seeing him again. My dad had been just as angry when I'd told them about Itachi leaving, but my mom was more vocal with her displeasure.

It was pushing five o'clock when the taxi pulled up in front of my parents' little cottage-style home. The house was red brick, with light yellow shutters around the windows. Both cars were in the driveway; I knew my dad was here, probably in the garage puttering around with his tools. He loved to work on cars, and most likely there was some sort of partly disassembled vehicle in the garage.

Paying the cabby, I climbed out onto the small lawn and walked up to the front door. Stepping into the living room, I immediately caught the smell of roasting chicken. My stomach growled in anticipation; I hadn't had my mother's cooking in a few weeks. Shutting the door behind me, I headed further into the living room. "Mom! Dad! I'm here!" I called out.

Glancing around, I saw everything was as I remembered. The living room was small but cozy; a floral print sofa in blue, green, and light pink on a white background was pushed against the wall under the large window, the TV and small entertainment center on the opposite wall. A matching loveseat was to the right of the sofa, and a small oak coffee table covered by a large pale blue doily rested in front of the couch. Various pictures were scattered on the walls, most of me and my parents during various stages of my childhood and teen years. A red brick fireplace was across from the loveseat, a light blue recliner placed partly in front of it. More pictures and a vase of pink flowers were on the white mantel, an antique mirror hanging on the wall above. The light oak floor gleamed in the light, making the room airy and bright.

The room had pretty much stayed the same since I was a child. Same white walls, furniture in the same place, pictures everywhere. The only thing that really changed was the amount of pictures. My mother was a nut about them. I shook my head as I spotted the one of me in second grade; I'd decided to shave my eyebrows for some reason (I'd been playing in the bathroom and found my dad's razors), and unfortunately the school pictures were the day after. Needless to say I looked a bit weird in the photo.

"Naruto? Is that you?" I heard my mom call out.

"Yeah, it's me," I said in a loud voice. The kitchen was at the back of the house, so it was sometimes hard for her to hear anyone when she was in there. I walked back to the kitchen, stopping in the doorway. It was a galley-style kitchen, just enough room to open the stove door and miss the cabinets behind it. My father was planning to update the counters and cabinet doors; they were all white, which looked really plain since the appliances were white as well. And I noticed the Formica wasn't in the greatest shape, some of it scratched up in places. I spied my mother at the stove, her still-bright red hair tied back in a bun as she stirred something in a pot. A smile lit up her still-youthful face as she saw me.

"Hi, sweetie! I'm making your favorite, homemade fettuccine with a four-cheese sauce, herb roasted chicken, and Italian-style green beans," she said. I could feel my mouth drool a bit when she told me what she was making. She was a fantastic cook, and the best thing I liked about her cooking was that she made the noodles herself. So much better than buying the ones in a box.

"Now, it's gonna be about a half hour to forty-five minutes before everything's done; why don't you go out to the garage with your father?" She shooed me out of the kitchen, and I laughed lightly as I went out the back door to the garage. I'd been right in my guess that he was out there. I was also a bit relieved that she didn't start in on me the second I walked in the house.

The smell of engine oil and paint hit my nose as I walked into the garage. My dad was at his workbench, his back to me as he cleaned something. His head swiveled to me as the door shut, and a grin settled on his face. "Hey son, glad to see you could make it!" He laid his rag down and came over to me for a hug. He wasn't that much taller than me, standing at about 5'10" or 5'11". Our blonde hair was the same shade of golden-yellow, and I'd also gotten the same cerulean blue eyes.

I returned his hug, following him to his bench to see what he was working on. Various tools lined the walls of the garage around his workbench. The almost-empty body frame of what looked to be a 70's model car was in the middle of the floor on ramps. I grew up with him fixing cars, but they never really interested me. I liked to drive them, just not repair them.

We talked for a while, the time passing fast until my mother called for us to come eat. I walked inside and went to the dining room, the table already set by my mom and laden with the food she'd cooked. My dad came in a minute later, having washed his hands. We all sat at the round pine table, my father saying a quick grace before we began filling our plates. We talked quietly as we ate, mostly about them as I tried to steer them clear of any topic about me.

But the conversation veered toward me as we finished our meal, just as I knew and feared it would. Apparently my dad hadn't known that Itachi was back, but my mother wasted no time on informing him about it, and the fact that we were seeing each other again.

I sighed; this is a subject I wanted to avoid. I knew they'd both disapprove of me seeing Itachi again, and I was proven right by the two pairs of eyes now pointed at me.

"So you've been with that Uchiha boy again, and you didn't bother to let us know?" I could hear the disappointment and slight anger in my father's tone. "Son, why would you risk putting yourself through all that again?" A slight pause as a puzzled frown drew his brows down sharply. "Didn't he get married?"

I nodded. "But he's divorced now. And he only married her to help his brother." Their reproachful looks didn't falter. I almost found myself unable to meet their gazes. This whole thing made me feel like a child again. I hated it.

My mother was persistent in getting her word in. Unfortunately I had this in common with her, and it tended to make us argue with each other a lot. "I'm sorry, Naruto, but I just don't approve of you seeing him, no matter what reason he gave for leaving. I know you're an adult, but you're still my baby, and I don't want to see you hurt."

I stood. "Mom, I love you, but I know what I'm doing. I'm almost twenty-five, I can take care of myself. I'm not going to stop seeing him; I want to try to work things out with him. I know it'll be hard, but I think our relationship is worth it."

She sighed loudly and leaned back, studying me for several tense moments. Finally she seemed to nod to herself. "All right," she said, "you bring him here for Sunday dinner tomorrow. I want to have a little chat with him myself, to clear the air so to speak."

Wait, what?! I sputtered, not knowing what to say. My dad just grinned at me and shook his head; he knows not to argue with her when she has her mind set on something. Oh man, I almost feel sorry for Itachi after my mother gets through with him.

~TBC~

**Sorry for the non-action in this chapter after the slight teaser, but don't worry, there will be a lemon later on.**
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