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Who are you and what have you done with Sasuke?	By : knize16 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1283 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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--back from the dead…
September 7, 2012

It was hot. Again. Apparently the seaside town was free from the blessed cooling effects of the breeze coming from the ocean. The pair was still tangled together along with a thin white sheet content to sleep the morning away. Whiskered cheeks flinched as sunlight poured into the small rented room. The tanned teen shifted, tucking his head into the tangled mess of ebony locks, reveling in the familiar scent. His hands moved to clutch the slim, soft body to his own in a fit of possessiveness. This caused the other occupant on the futon to shift uncomfortably, senses slowly opening to the surroundings.
“…(groan)”
Ebony eyes shot open as the figure quickly assessed the situation.
“Sasuke…mmhm…”
Said individual moved to get up before crashing onto the tan chest.
“Dobe,” came the irritated voice.
Naruto slowly opened his eyes directing his attention to the visibly affronted female.
“K-kouya…” stuttered the embarrassed blond.
“Tch.” Kouya rolled her eyes. “I guess I should have you refer to me as Kouya. I would not want you to slip-up when we get to tea country.”
Naruto could only stare at the raven-haired beauty that looked, dare he say it ‘sexed-up’. A blush stole over his features causing his friend to glare in return. The fox vessel smirked unapologetically. ‘Last night was great, but this VERY female version of Sasuke is just…damn. I do like women, ya know.’ Naruto defended himself from the snickering fox demon, Kyuubi.
Kouya huffed angrily digging her elbows in Naruto’s side to get him to release her.
“Oww… (hiss),” came the pained voice, as Kouya rose from the futon grabbing a yukata from her bag. The fox vessel stared wide-eyed at the beautiful nude form walking around the room unabashedly. When she caught the dumb, frozen look on her teammate’s face, she glared, eyes narrowing at the sight of drool slipping free from the dobe’s mouth. The jinchuuriki blushed at being caught, scratching the back of his head while attempting to keep his interested eyes averted.
“I’ll be in the shower,” dark eyes looked down at the futon in disgust, “and clean this mess up.”
“Wha…”came the intelligent reply. ‘What’s wrong with her?’
An hour later the pair exited the homely hotel in search of a decent meal to start their day of travel with. Kouya proceeded through the morning crowd with purpose unmindful of the distracted blond. ‘She’s avoiding me. Is she mad at me? Did I do something wrong?’ He followed his friend to a small outside establishment deciding to drop it for now. Breakfast was a cool affair. Kouya ate with determined efficiency ignoring the blond’s few attempts at small talk. Her aloof behavior continued all the way to tea country.
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The quiet pair finally entered tea country. They were about a couple of hours away from their destination. Tea country was very green and full of meadows or low forests. Lakes punctured the landscape here and there.
“Hey…”
The whiskered teen stopped after noticing he was ahead of the Uchiha, only to find her looking at the ground, hands clenched into fist at her sides. Dark bangs shrouded her lovely face from view, but he could tell that she was nervous. It was written in her stance, along her shoulders.
“You don’t have to do t—," began the fox vessel.
“Don’t I?” interrupted the angry girl, dark gaze focused on cerulean blue. “Your precious hokage still does not trust me; nor do the other shinobi.”
The kitsune hesitated. ‘What can I say to that? That it was a lie? No.’ Naruto knew that the Uchiha had to prove himself before he gained the trust of the village. He was gone for four years.
“At least it’s an assassination mission.”
Naruto looked up at the resigned reply. He could see the avenger steel her resolve and gather her composure. The pale face was devoid of emotion once more while dark eyes turned cold and dark. ‘I can’t take it. This Sasuke.’ So he strolled up to the Uchiha, watching as she flinched at his closeness, and embraced her. She struggled a bit but eventually gave in. She tensed briefly when the kitsune leaned into her, breathing in her scent as if to reassure himself.
“You know,…I’ll always have your back,” he said quietly, fiercely.
“…I-I know,” came the soft reply after a while.

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“No.”
“…but-but, I need this job, obaasan. I’ll do anything, e-even the gross, unwanted stuff. Plus, I’m a bit of a handyman.” The blond winks assuredly. “I’m not a stranger to working hard inside or outside. So…umm…please consider me.” The blond teen bowed respectfully. “I won’t disappoint you.”
Shrewd, heavy-lidded eyes narrowed as the middle-aged woman pursed her thin lips, taking in the boy before her. She smelled of cigarettes and wore way too much makeup. Her obviously dyed hair was pulled back into a tight bun. She gave a slow perusal of the tanned-blond’s form while said individual struggled not to shudder in revulsion.
The teen was currently standing in the doorway of an old, worn-down, but very large establishment. The architecture was classic Japanese with straight, simple lines in warm brown colors of wood; or would be warm, if maintained properly.
“No!” she continued over Naruto’s instant rebuttal, “You are too young.”
“But I have determination and experience.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
The teen cocked his head in confusion.
“You are a young, virile man. Not to mention easy on the eyes. I don’t need you distracting my girls,” she ended with a knowing look.
“Huh? Oh…ooohhhh. Haha. You don’t have to worry about that, obaasan,” he laughed good-naturedly, grinning ear-to-ear.
“I’ve heard that before,” snorted the woman inelegantly.
“It’s true!” the whiskered teen pleaded earnestly, clasping his hands.
“Find a job elsewhere. We are full here.”
“I like men,” shouted the blond before blushing in embarrassment, scratching his whiskered cheek.
The manager looked at him skeptically. She was no stranger to all manner of excuses men gave to get a job at her respectable establishment. “I’m not buying it,” she decided, frowning at the blond who opened his mouth with a ready retort.
“Please give him a job,” came the smooth low tone from a slowing approaching figure.
“(sigh)…it’s late boys,” but the woman could not keep her eyes from giving the newly arrived teen the once-over.
The Uchiha walked up to the blond and sighed dejectedly while intertwining their fingers. He lifted the tanned hand to his lips while looking at his partner with sad eyes.
“A-are you his l-lover?” stuttered the clearly shocked woman.
“We are having a hard time getting by in this new village.”
“(sigh)…alright. Alright,” she glared at the couple. “I’m a sucker for star-crossed lovers.” She missed the snort from one of the boys. She watched the blond smile at the raven-haired teen in relieved victory. The teen rolled his eyes then kissed the other on the forehead, causing the other to blush like a tomato.
“Well, I do need someone to take care of all the chores on the grounds. In fact, I just lost the groundskeeper a few months back. So you can stay in his hut. It’s on the property, way in the back…away from my girls,” growled the woman once again.
“Um, okay.” The pair bowed and thanked her again.
“Work starts early at dawn. So get settled in,” grunted the overseer.
The Uchiha grabbed Naruto and went through the wooden gate. The first thing they noticed was the overgrown weeds plaguing the yard. The fence needed repairing, leaves littered the area, and the courtyard was a jumbled mess that needed washing.
“…right,” replied the sunshine blond dejectedly, head hung low. The Uchiha pulled him towards the creepy shack of a house, working his way through the tall grass. Sasuke pushed the door open and was unsurprised at its less than welcoming appearance.
“Well dobe,” he raised an elegant brow at his friend expectantly.
“Home sweet home,” grunted the blond, “…honey.”

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Well, we’ll see how this goes…
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