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No Goodbyes	By : Lanie12777 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1667 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters, nor do I make any profit off this story.

AN: I am sooooo sorry for the wait! I have had my ass kicked by writer�s block, then for the past week and a half I�ve been sick, the medicine and antibiotics I�m on made me so tired and worn out that I could barely stand to keep my head up. But I finally finished the chapter, I really hope you guys like it, though I don�t care too much for the ending, it just wouldn�t come out the way I wanted it to.

　

Chapter 7

I got home a little after nine that night. Grumbling to myself, I dialed Sakura�s cell. She picked up after the third ring with a cheery, �Hey Naruto!� Gotta love caller ID.

�When did you tell my mom that I was seeing Itachi again? And why didn�t you tell me you�d told her?!� My voice came out a bit annoyed.

�Oh, uh, she told you, huh?� Sakura let out a light laugh in nervousness.

I scowled at the wall. �Yeah. And now she wants him to come over tomorrow for dinner and �grill� him herself.�

Silence reigned on the phone for a few seconds. �Oops,� Sakura said.

�Oops? Sakura, you know what my mom�s like! How could you tell her?� Okay, I know I shouldn�t be mad with Sakura for telling my mom, but I figured it would have gone better if I�d told my parents myself. Yeah right.

�I didn�t mean to! But I went to the grocery store Thursday and saw your mom there, and we got to talking, and it just slipped out! You know how your mom is, she can get you to spill your guts without even saying a word.�

I sighed. Yeah, that pretty much sums up my mother. All she had to do was give me �the look� and I�d be confessing to things I hadn�t even done. Which is why I got in a LOT of trouble as a child.

�Well, she wants to have a chat with Itachi. I haven�t even called him yet. And if I don�t bring him over I�ll never get a moment�s rest. You know how persistent my mom is.� I sat back on the couch, setting my feet on the coffee table and reclining back. I was tired, and wanted nothing more than to go to bed, but I still had to call Itachi and let him know about the dinner tomorrow.

Sakura chuckled a bit. �Oh, I almost feel sorry for Itachi. I know exactly how brutal your mom can be.� An unbidden smile came to my lips; I�d thought the same thing. It was kinda funny to be worried about a man, who was a member of a very powerful family, have to face my mother. I snickered at the thought, my mood definitely lighter.

�Okay, I guess I should call him now. I�ll talk to you later, tell Sasuke I said hi,� I told her. She gave a quick, �Bye,� and we both hung up. I called Itachi�s cellphone and waited for him to pick up.

Like Sakura, he answered after only a few rings. �Hello, Naruto,� his deep voice spoke. I shivered a bit; god, but I loved his voice. My face flamed at the thought, and I couldn�t help but be happy he couldn�t see me right now.

�Hey, I�m not disturbing you right now, am I?� I asked. I think I was looking for an excuse not to have to ask him to come to my parents�.

�No, I was just watching television. Is something wrong?�

I mentally smacked myself. Quit being such a baby! Clearing my throat, I told him why I�d called.

�Um, my parents wanted me to see if you�d come over for Sunday dinner tomorrow. But I have to warn you, my mom wants to basically chew you out and probably ask 50 questions about your intentions for me. She�s a bit overprotective.�

I could hear Itachi�s light laughter over the line. �I think I can hold my own against your mother. And I would be happy to have dinner with you and your parents. What time should I pick you up?�

Damn, he was taking this lightly. Then again, he�d only met my mother a handful of times, and he�d never been on her bad side before. My mother was the epitome of �feisty redhead�.

�Well, we normally eat around six, so you can get me at around five since it takes over half an hour to get there,� I told him. I had to admit I was nervous for him to go. My mother was planning on giving him the third degree, and knowing how she spoke her mind without mincing words, it would probably be a bit� nerve-wracking.

We talked for a while, and he finally bade me goodnight when he heard me try to stifle a yawn. I saw with some surprise that it was past eleven; we�d been talking for almost an hour and a half. I hung up after we said our goodbyes, and as I crawled into bed I couldn�t help but dread tomorrow.

　

　

　

Itachi arrived a little early. He was dressed casually in dark slacks and a cream-colored pullover sweater. He sat on my couch watching me as I rushed about, finishing getting ready. I gave up on my hair after nearly twenty minutes of fighting with it. No matter how much mousse or gel I used, it spiked up in all directions. I�d gotten it cut last week, and that seemed to have made it more untamable than ever. Giving up in disgust, I walked into the living room and met Itachi�s smirking gaze. His eyes ran over my hair, a smile tugging at his lips.

�Don�t even say a word,� I said, walking past him to the door. I slipped my shoes on and jerkily opened the door, gesturing for him to exit so I could lock it. I know it was stupid, but my nerves were going haywire. My mother was normally a very easy-going person, but when it came to me and my dad she could get very protective.

We got into his car, and he edged out onto the highway as I gave him directions. �You know, I still remember how to get to your parents� house,� he informed me drily. I simply grunted at him, gazing out the window and staying silent. I had no idea what would happen, and I had to admit I was nervous as hell for Itachi to be in the same room as my mother.

Almost as if he read my mind, Itachi looked over at me. �It won�t be that bad,� he murmured. I scoffed silently to myself.

We finally arrived in front of my parents� house. I got out of the car slowly, dragging my feet a bit as I walked up the front path to the door. Itachi was right behind me, a bottle of red wine in his hands; I was a bit surprised he�d remembered that my dad had an appreciation for red wine (though I don�t know why, Itachi seemed to store every tidbit of info he heard). I opened the door, and saw my dad on the couch reading the Sunday paper.

�Hey dad,� I called out softly. He glanced up and smiled when he saw me, his smile fading just a little at the appearance of Itachi. He set aside his paper and stood, giving me a quick hug before facing Itachi.

�Uchiha,� he said coolly, his hand reaching out stiffly to shake Itachi�s.

�Mr. Namikaze,� Itachi responded (I had always used my mom�s last name, don�t really know why), taking the proffered hand. I watched the exchange awkwardly, wanting this day to be over already. My mom walked in then, wooden spatula in hand as she announced, �Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. The table�s already set, go ahead and get seated.� She headed back into the kitchen, shooting a baleful look at Itachi as she went.

�Come on,� I led Itachi into the dining room, taking a seat at the table, Itachi next to me. My mother brought in a large covered dish, still steaming, setting it down on a pot holder in the middle of the table. She lifted the lid, and I recognized her homemade lasagna. Despite my anxiety, my mouth watered at the aroma rising from the dish.

My mom threw me a quick smile when she noticed the look on my face. �I figured since you hadn�t had a home cooked meal in a while, not counting yesterday, then I�d make another of your favorites.� Her eyes chilled considerably when they passed over Itachi, but he either didn�t see or ignored it. Great, is this how the whole damned meal is gonna pass?! I frowned, not wanting a big fight or argument to start. But I knew it was just a matter of time � most likely until we finished eating � before one of my parents started in on Itachi.

We all helped ourselves to the food, and the meal passed in relative silence. I had grown quite uncomfortable, and kept sneaking glances at Itachi to try to determine his mood. But he seemed to have his Uchiha mask on, and I couldn�t figure out what he was feeling. I really freaking hate when he does that, and he knows it. I was about to kick his leg under the table just to try to get a reaction out of him when my mother finally spoke.

�Mr. Uchiha,� she began, setting her fork down and pushing her plate away. She didn�t acknowledge his �Itachi, please,� continuing on. �I�m going to have to be honest, I don�t like the fact that my son is seeing you again. Don�t get me wrong, I�m not one of those mothers who is constantly trying to sway her gay son into dating women. Both my husband and I support our son wholeheartedly, and we�re very proud of him. What I object to is you.�

I tensed. I�d almost forgotten how damn blunt she could be at times. �Shit, mom!� I gasped, red creeping over my face.

�Watch your language, young man,� she scolded while keeping her eye contact with Itachi. �I can�t help but worry for Naruto. You�ve already hurt him, deeply, and I don�t want to see him hurt like that again. And I certainly don�t want to have to worry about whether or not he gets his heart stomped on again if you decide to leave him a second time.�

I glanced back and forth between them, hoping that an all-out fight doesn�t break out between them. I looked at my dad briefly, but he just shook his head. �Don�t look at me, I haven�t won an argument with your mother in twenty years,� he said with a laugh, seeming content to watch everything unfold before him. I scowled, my attention back on Itachi and my mom.

Itachi sat stiffly, his face emotionless as always. My mother eyed him closely, watching for his reaction, but I could see she was a bit disappointed in not getting a rise out of him.

Sighing, Itachi straightened in his chair and spoke softly. �I regret what happened with Naruto before, it was not my intention to hurt him, but I did. I will do everything in my power to prove to him that something like that will never happen again, and I hope one day both you and your husband can accept how much he means to me.�

�He means so much you had to get married? And you didn�t even have the decency to tell him about it?� Her words were filled with scorn, her hands clenched on the table as she glared at him. �And what, next time you get married to some other woman you just expect him to wait on the sidelines again or be your dirty little secret?�

�My marriage was a mistake, revolving around extenuating circumstances that I will not divulge at this time, but which Naruto knows about. And I would never ask Naruto to go against his beliefs or morals by being my �dirty little secret�.� I could hear the disdain in his voice as he repeated my mother�s words. �I want to be with only him, and I will not hide our relationship.� I gazed at him with a small smile, his words taking the sting out of what my mother had said.

My mom looked thoughtful for a moment as she paused in her verbal attack. �Alright, I do believe that. But what about the next time you have a family problem and Naruto gets pushed aside again? Frankly I don�t see how it�s fair that you just expect him to keep coming back when you hurt him. My son is too forgiving, but I�m not.� Her green eyes bore into Itachi with her statement.

Before Itachi could say another word, I stood up. �Mom, that�s enough! I know you�re just trying to protect me, but I�m an adult. This is between me and Itachi. Please, just drop it for now.� I then pleaded with her silently, my eyes boring into hers. She softened, nodding slightly as she relaxed.

I moved away from the table. �I think it�s time we left, I have to be at work early tomorrow, and it�s been a hectic day already.� Itachi followed me as I headed for the front door, my mom calling me to wait a moment. She rushed into the living room holding a covered dish.

�Here, I packed you some extra lasagna. �Least I know you�ll have one good meal this week,� she muttered. I couldn�t help but chuckle to myself; she hated that I tended to eat a lot of fast food.

I gave her a quick hug as Itachi and I walked out the door. Her gaze was still a bit unfriendly towards Itachi, and I frowned in annoyance at her when I caught the look she cast him. I sighed heavily as I followed Itachi to his car, holding the dish in my lap. We were silent as he reversed out of the driveway and headed towards the busy highway.

I glanced over at Itachi, trying to figure out his mood. He was silent, his gaze studying the road as he drove. He must have felt my stare, his mouth twitching in a slight smirk as he asked, �What?�

�Nothing,� I said, turning to look out the window a moment. �I�m just glad you didn�t start a fight with my mom. Even though she basically had already started one.� I scowled to myself. No way would I take Itachi back to my parents� house after how my mother acted towards him. I know she was just angry on my behalf, but still.

�She�s your mother, and wants to protect you. Count yourself lucky you have a mother who is so protective and actually cares about what�s going on in your life.� I rolled my head to see him in the darkness of the car, knowing that his statement had more to do with his own mother than mine. For all that Mikoto loved her sons, she and Fugaku had never been very loving towards him or Sasuke as they grew up. Itachi and I had sort of swapped stories of our childhood a few times, and it was a bit sad to know that his mother never kissed him goodnight or gave hugs. Given how affectionate my parents both are, I can�t imagine growing up like that.

I looked at him for a few minutes before clearing my throat. I was nervous at what I was about to ask, and to be honest it was a big step for me to take. �So, um, you wanna come in with me at my place?� I realized that I could be setting myself up for heartbreak again, but right now all I cared about was that I wanted him. And judging by how he sped up the car and gave me a sidelong smile, he wanted me just as much.

**Okay, I know not much happened in this chapter, but I�ve fought with the second half of this for months. I�m not completely happy with it � I rewrote it at least five times � but next chapter will finally have the lemon. I�ll try to have it done as soon as I can, but it will probably be a few weeks as I�m still sick, and I have three other fics I�m working on.**
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