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A Home for the Holidays.	By : tobiasrosetta Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Itachi/Naruto Views: 3996 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: So, I'm back from hiatus. Honestly, it was your guys' reviews that inspired me to pick back up on this story, and after reading through it again, I've had some new idea's I think ya'll are gonna love. This is a short chapter, but I've already got an outline for the next one, so no worries! I've also started up a new story, for all you Kingdom Hearts fans. If you'd like, please check it out! Thaaaaanks <3

Chapter 7: What Child Is This?

“Are you planning on getting out of bed today?” Dispassionately, Itachi kept his gaze level on the form of his young pet, who had cocooned himself in a shell of blankets and sheets after the older man had gotten up from the bed.

“No.” Came the blunt, muffled reply. As he straightened and tightened the knot of his tie, the noirette walked aroudn the bed so he could lean a bit and look at the deadpanned face of his pet. The blonds cheeks were flushed with how warm it was under all the covers, and maybe from embarrassment as well.

“Why not?” Itachi was trying his best to not appear amused, but the glint of mirth in his eyes was too evident it seemed.

“YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY, BASTARD? MY ASS HURTS NOW THANKS TO YOU SO I'LL STAY IN BED ALL DAY IF I DAMN WELL FEEL LIKE IT!” Naruto yelled, darting up to sit upright on his knees as he did, but a twinge of pain caught him, cutting off his tirade as he winced and curled forward a bit, his abdomen contracting a little towards his spine. Sighing a little, Itachi once again cursed himself for his hasty actions that morning.

“You need to take a bath and eat some food so you can take an anti-inflammatory. It'll he-” Itachi stopped speaking when he noticed how the blond winced, flinching away from the hand he'd extended, just barely brushing his fingertips against the others shoulders before the flesh had been jerked away. Naruto wouldn't raise his those blue eyes to look at him, and appeared troubled. The grimacing set of his lips and concerned furrow of his brow piqued Itachi's curiosity. But still, he let his hand drop back to his side as he sighed. “It'll help the pain.” He finished curtly, turning his back on Naruto to walk back into the bathroom where he'd only just finished showering, getting ready for work, ten minutes earlier. He couldn't help but feel angry, feel spurned, by the way Naruto shied from his touch now, after what they'd done that morning. And still, something didn't feel right. Naruto's behavior was odd, and the entire situation had him suspicious. He needed to do a little digging, and find out what Nagato was up to.

Returning to the bedroom with a freshly filled hot water bottle, he set it on the bed in front of Naruto, no longer attempting to touch his pet. “Lay with this under your hips. It'll help with the ache. I'll bring you some food and medicine.” His voice was a little cold now, distant, as he decided to give the golden haired youth the space it seemed he needed. At this sudden change, and abrupt kindness. Naruto straightened a bit, as much as his aching body would allow, and wide eyes followed Itachi out of the room, baby blues holding his surprise. He hadn't taken Itachi for the kind of guy to give in so easily. After a haphazard attempt at making the bed, Naruto lay propped up on some blankets, looking a little more relaxed, relieved to have the soothing comfort of the hot water bottle on his throbbing hips.

When his master returned with a tray of food, Itachi had to pause and take in the scene. The blankets on the bed were askew, and hanging off oddly, but Naruto had obviously tried to make some kind of order amongst the rumpled covers. And judging by the embarrassed look on his face, the blond didn't really want to bring attention to it. Setting the tray on the bed, Itachi had prepared some eggs and a bowl of white rice, and a glass of milk to help him take the two small white pills that lay out as well.

“Eat, take the pills, and when you feel better, take a shower. I have to go to the office for a while. Joanna, the maid, will be here at noon to clean up, and make you some lunch, and there will be a few deliveries as well, but I hope to be home before those come.” Uchiha spoke like he was briefing an employee at work. But after he pulled his suit jacket on, one of those strong, but gentle hands extended. Naruto braced for the touch, but it never came. Itachi had let his hand hover over the boys unruly blond locks for a few moments before he decided against touching the other. Naruto seemed to detest his physical contact now, and so he wouldn't force it. Not another word was spoken as blue eyes watched the retreating man leave the bedroom, a little confused, and laced with disappointment.

Staring at his computer screen, Itachi felt more than a little lost. He'd finished the most important work tasks that had been waiting for him that day, but something had been nagging at him since his meeting with Pein the day before. He wanted to know what the catch was, with Naruto. Pein wasn't a man that did frivolous things, for no reason. Dabbling with the high society fad of Human Pets was almost as frivolous as it got, in the Uchiha's opinion.

“Itachi? Itachi are you even listening to me?!” Drawn from his thoughts, the frown on Itachi's face only deepend as he listened to his younger brothers words, irritatingly grating at his ears over the phone.

“Yes, Sasuke. What is it? I'm at work, you know.”

“No shit, Sherlock. I called your work phone, so of course I know you're at work. You won't pick up your goddamn cellphone.” Growling a bit, Itachi leaned back in his desk chair, staring at the picture on his computer screen.

“If you've called just to curse at me, then you might as well hang up Sasuke.” He replied in a very flat tone.

“Sakura's gallery is opening in two weeks. We're organizing a party showing of my latest collection there. She wants you to come.” Came the too the point response. Itachi barely even thought about the request.

“Why didn't you just mail me an invitation?”

“Because you don't read your mail, and anything from me, you'd just throw away.” Was the quick reply, that was too firm and decisive to sit will with Itachi, even though he knew it was probably true.

“I do owe Sakura a favor, so I'll come.” He replied finally, marking it on his calender before it left his mind.

“Oh sure do it for her but not your little brothers big debu-” CLICK. Itachi knew that he was tough on his little brother, and hanging up on him like that was probably a little cold, but it was best for the kid. Sasuke was the kind of guy who only ever did anything in life if he had a reason for his ambition. And after their parents died, he'd taken it upon himself to make Sasuke's ambition. Sasuke was striving to gain recognition from his older brother, and because of that, he'd become famous, successful, and fairly happy. One day, Itachi kept telling himself, he'd let his brother know how proud he was. But only after he was sure it wouldn't give his brother a reason to give up.

“U...zu...ma..ki....Naruto...” Itachi breathed out quietly as he typed the words into the search engine on his internet browser. He needed to know more about his pets history. Naruto had only been on the streets for a month. There had to be something more to him. Why he was in New York when he was so clearly native to Japan. Who was his family? Friends? Who was he? Why was he so different....

He wasn't quite sure he was prepared for what he'd find, though....

CEO Namikaze Minato of Hokage Inc. caught in scandalous affair. DNA tests confirm illegitimate child.
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