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Our Truths	By : Strailo Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 12541 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Our Truth
Fandom: Naruto
Part: 62
Characters: Kisame, Itachi, Sasuke
Word count: 2231
Warnings: some language (this is kisame people, that man would cuss when comfortable), some flirting, some talk of questionable stains
AN: It is like scary early in the morning and I've only taken a nap. Yeah, sleep ain't happening so I decided to post this. Enjoy.

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Grunting as he shoved the latest batch of trash into the incinerator on the property, Sasuke sighed, ruffling his hair with one hand before he grasped the large rolling can and hauled it back to the door. He was working on cleaning out the houses, his chosen own mostly cleared of out of everything, including the insects within, but he wanted to have another house cleaned before he started work on the main house.

He knew that there was a few leaks that needed to be fixed, but otherwise Naruto had been nice enough to make sure most upkeep was kept up.

Grunting as he left the building that held the incinerator, he walked back to the house he was working on and into the living room where he had been working on the bookshelves. He was going through them to make sure they didn’t have to be rewritten, or were a part of the Uchiha collection, then checking for any damaged. If they weren’t a book that needed to be rewritten, or a collection, he figured out how damaged they were to decide if he should just trash them, keep them for himself or donate them.

So far, he had gone through about four of the floor to ceiling shelves and already had six rather large boxes filled with books to donate, three boxes full of rewriting projects, and several dozen Uchiha collection books.

Walking back to the bookcases, he moved the ladder and started to shift through the top shelf one book at a time, ignoring the sound of the door opening as he flipped through the second book on the shelf. He couldn’t ignore the sound of Kisame laughing though, pulling a soft sigh from him.

“You two are late. By three hours,” he called out, Itachi and Kisame stepping into the living room. Itachi had dressed in a simple pair of black pants, shirt and mesh, looking very much like he had when Sasuke had been a young child. His hair was pulled up into a high ponytail and he was carry a large plastic tote full of cleaning supplies. Kisame had dressed much like his lover, but had put his new Konohagakure headband around his waist instead of his forehead. He too carried a large tote that looked to be carrying more cleaning supplies and enough rags to last them a year.

“We were in an appointment with Tsunade-sama that went overly long,” Itachi said, putting the tote down onto the floor, out of the way. “Naruto-san has also dropped off a scroll with some ideas for you, but she also wished to speak with me about my eyes.”

“I see,” Sasuke said, dropping the book in his hand into a box that sat on top of a large pillow. Kisame snickered next to Itachi as he put his own tote down, smirking. “And just what has you laughing this time?” he asked, trying to stop another sigh from escaping.

“I just found out that Itachi here is going to be pretty much the accountant for your clan and for Naruto when his clan starts ta grow in size,” Kisame drawled. He smirked at his lover as Itachi huffed at him, rolling his eyes.

“Are you shifting through the books?” Itachi asked, changing the conversation, Sasuke nodding as he pulled off a new book. “Then we shall start on checking over the furniture and cleaning off what we can,” he stated, finding a water bucket, rags, and some of the already made bottles of cleaner and wood polish. Kisame grabbed his own stuff while Itachi moved to tug the sheets off of the various pieces of furniture.

Kisame grunted and opened a window before hauling the sheets out of the house to toss them onto a pile on the porch, coming back for each one, following his lover from room to room.

Sasuke continued to go through the books, moving to a new one just as Itachi and Kisame came back from taking the sheets to their temporary home to start the washing of the sheets. As they checked the furniture, Sasuke continued through the books, trusting his brother and his brother’s lover to choose which pieces would be donated, and which ones were heirloom pieces that would end up in a memorial museum for their clan.

He had learned that Itachi had been planning on doing such a thing for some of the family's pieces since before the clan’s massacre.

Sighing as he placed a photo album into a sealing scroll, Sasuke finished with the sixth shelf, he stepped away from the shelf and found that the boxes he had filled had been moved to the one empty room in the house for the moment. Leaving the living room, he found Itachi running a cloth with wood cleaner over the dining room table while Kisame checked the chairs methodically.

“Found anything yet?” he asked, looking over the two men.

Kisame just grunted at him and nodded. “Yeah, a few things,” he said, nodding his head to the small kitchen fireplace as he brushed his hands off. “I’m guessing that someone in the household tried to burn something. I found a few slips of paper with writing on it. They were old and fragile, but they weren’t anything amazing. Just letters from a girl to her ex-fiance. Don’t think you would want those saved.”

Sasuke shook his head at that.

“No, not really. Anything that is connected to the coup, yes, personal things like that? No. Most of the clan didn’t know a thing about it after all and we do want to keep their privacy as much as possible anyways. Anyone that is known for sure as to who was a part of that idiocy is going to be a part of a single room with all of the information that we can find,” Sasuke said. Itachi just smiled and nodded. “I need to finish off the last four bookcases and then I must send a message to my therapist,” he said, leaving the two men.

Kisame and Itachi followed after him. “Therapist?” Kisame asked, giving him an odd look. They had been in the village for just under a week, but so far they hadn’t heard a thing about a therapist.

Sasuke just gave him a dark look, huffing softly. “Yes, a therapist. Naruto suggested that I speak with a Yamanaka therapist who he goes to see sometimes about all of the issues I have.” He moved his ladder. “I agreed to it because even I can see that something is fucked up in my head, especially after the massacre. And it’s not just the way you stuck me in a genjutsu, but also Madara fucking around with me. He apparently made it three times worse than what you had set it to be. He also came around about the time that I was waking up from it and screwed with the memories I had of that night while leaving behind some hypnotic suggestions.”

He pulled a new box to him as Itachi and Kisame shared a look, marking it ‘donation’, then marking other boxes with ‘keeping/collections’, ‘rewriting’, and ‘burn’.

“The suggestion actually ramped up my need to avenge the clan, keep everyone away from me, viewing them as weak and useless, and to do pretty much anything and everything that I can to get myself killed trying to kill you. Or to actually kill you. Either way, it was all to fuck over the Uchiha’s place in the village,” he finally said, capping the marker and shoving it into a pocket.

“But then you fixed all of that when you contracted the clan as a vassal clan for the next three generations,” Itachi drawled, smirking slightly.

Sasuke chuckled and shrugged, rolling up the full sealing scroll before marking it with what it carried within. “I fucked that over long ago when Orochimaru started to teach me how to turn my mind inwards and fix a few mental issues and then fully when I contacted Naruto before we went after the bastard. And helped find all sorts of information on his people to funnel to Orochimaru.”

Kisame burst into laughter, the sound sharp and amused. “Oh dear, little Uchiha, you did more than just fuck his plans over. You and your friend there well and truly skull fucked them over,” he drawled, leering at the other male.

Sasuke just gave him a dry look and shook his head. “Now that’s an image. One that I didn’t need to have. At least now I have an icebreaker for my next meeting with my therapist,” he said, walking out of the room. “I need to head out and donate these books though. I’ll just get to my therapist early today,” he said, moving to seal the boxes into a scroll and grabbing his shoes. “I’ll be back by dinner. And don’t start fucking in this house please? I have enough issues to worry about without wondering what a stain is,” he called out as he headed out of the house.

Itachi smirked slightly as the door slammed shut and Sasuke’s chakra signature left the compound. He led his lover into the kitchen to start going through the things within. “I have a feeling that he’s going to try very hard to either have us move into a smaller house or move into one himself,” he drawled.

Kisame snickered at that. “What? Is us fucking every night too hard for him to listen to?” he asked, teasing his lover as he opened one cabinet.

Itachi hummed and shook his head. “I have a feeling that it is not us fucking that disturbs him. But rather it is the fact that he himself is not able to find a lover at the moment. Yes, he has had lovers, or so I can tell, but nothing solid and real. And not since he has come back. I believe that he has played with Hyuuga Neji while they were working together, and the last time would have been about three week ago. He is unused to not having a lover in his bed that he can trust.”

“Who was his last real lover?” Kisame asked asked as he started to pull cooking dishes out of the cabinet, letting Itachi start to go through them. They had to find the heirlooms after all.

“It was Suigetsu-san,” Itachi admitted. “I think though that he has gone back to Mizu since the new Hokage has sent out mass pardons for a lot of the missing nin’s of her village,” he continued. “That was right after Sasuke had decided to return to the village though. I believe that Jugo is staying in one of the further outset homes currently. If I remember right, it is near the woods and close to the walls of our land, far enough to allow him to have his space. But still in a good place strategically to be of use along that area should it be attacked,” he said.

“And the chick?” Kisame asked. Itachi shook his head as he and Kisame moved to a floor table near the fireplace, wanting to check it out before they continued, flipping it over so that the Uchiha could check the bottom of it.

“Sasuke has only ever slept with two females. And neither of them will ever be Karin quite frankly. He does not deal with most women very well,” Itachi said as he frowned. “He tends to hold a much higher expectation for women than for men. Any woman who is chosen to be a surrogate for him must be strong, physically, mentally and emotionally. And I have spoken with Naruto-san about Sasuke’s rants against their third teammate. I believe that her name is Haruno Sakura. It seems as if she still holds the dream that she will be chosen to be Mrs. Uchiha, either with him or, now, with me. Her temper though is a definite drawback, and I have heard that even Lee-san has withdrawn his affections towards her.”

“Well damn,” Kisame snorted as he felt a wobble in a leg. “I can fix that with some specialized wood glue, not an issue. It does need to be stripped and sanded down before we do anything with it. It has the mark.”

“We will go buy the needed items tomorrow,” Itachi promised as he pulled out a pad of stick-it notes and wrote down what needed to be done. They flipped the table over and moved it out of the way.

Kisame paused before another cabinet before leering over at his lover. “So, tell me, what are the chances of me havin’ two Uchiha’s in my bed for the rest of our lives?” he asked. He started to dig out things in the cabinet as Itachi pulled out the pitcher of water in the refrigerator.

Itachi hummed and poured some water into two cups that he rinsed out and handed one over to his lover as he turned back to sifting through dishes. “Pretty good if we do it just right,” he said as he put aside a platter. The two lovers shared a knowing smirk as they returned to their chores.

It was good to finally be home. So very good.
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