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A Home for the Holidays.	By : tobiasrosetta Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Itachi/Naruto Views: 3994 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Four: Silver Bells.

“ARGH! LET ME GO YOU DAMN BASTARD! I TOLD YOU I LIVE HERE!” Itachi heard the hollering, and struggle the moment he stepped off of the elevator, finally home for the day. He'd intended to return much earlier than this, but a surprise meeting had come up just as he was packing to leave, and had, unfortunately, spent the last three hours listening to Hidans incessant rambling. It was almost 8 now. When he heard Naruto's voice, loud as ever, ringing from the not thin walls of his penthouse, the eldest Uchiha was in the door and ready to lash out thanks to his instincts. He hadn't even realized that his feet had carried him so far.

“Yeah yeah. Sure. Keep on believing that, loser. What kind of sad punk breaks into other peoples homes to watch TV, huh? Man you're weird. Now come on! Let go of the couch! I'm calling the police!”

Letting out a rather strained sigh, Itachi threw his suit jacket and briefcase on the chair he always rested them on when he got home, and started to loosen his tie, wondering just how he should handle this. The scene would have been hilarious, if he were a man easily tempted to fall victim to humor. What with the way Naruto clung to his high quality glove leather couch with both arm and legs. It was comical. Especially with the way Sasuke was trying to pry him off the furniture.

“Little brother.... Just what do you think you're doing to my property?” Itachi delivered in as bored a tone as he could muster. Naruto didn't hear him because he was too busy squirming and yelling at the black haired boy who was really beginning to look so much like his brother. Sasuke was trained, though, to register the lower, calmer tones his brother always spoke in. It was rare that Itachi ever raised his voice.

“Don't worry, I'll make sure your couch doesn't get torn up, or your floor. As soon as I get this punk off...”

“I'm talking about the 'punk', not the couch.” Itachi replied firmly. “Naruto, relax. I was hoping to be able to introduce you both at a more... opportune moment.” Sasuke froze, and finally let go of Naruto, who flopped on the couch. His pet looked irritated with the youngest Uchiha. Sitting up, hands braced between his spread legs, Naruto growled a little.

“I TOLD YOU I LIVED HERE! Bastard.” Naruto grumbled the last word, looking away. There was that embarrassed, conscerned look on his face again. Those blue eyes still refused to meet Itachi's, despite the fact he was obviously relieved the older man was finally home.

“Shut up loser! Whats the meaning of this Itachi? Property? You're shacking up with some punk and you didn't even tell me about it?” Sasuke asked, though his tone was masked to sound fairly uninterested, it was plain to the mans brother that he was upset. Shaking his head and rubbing a hand over his face, Itachi walked back to his entrance to slip his shoes off, since the danger was no longer imminent.

“How'd you get into my house, Sasuke?” Itachi asked instead of answering the questions delivered to him.

“I had a key made since you wouldn't give me one. Stop changing the subject. Who is this kid?” Sasuke had followed him, and was currently leaning against the wall near where Itachi was leaned over to untie his dress shoes, polished to a high shine.

“He's Naruto. And as he said, he lives here now.” Itachi retorted plaining, looking up at his sibling with an 'are you retarded' look. Honestly, his brother had grown into a truly attractive, if not a little dark, young man. He was the same age as Naruto, 20, and already at a height that almost rivaled his own. The baby fat of his youth had melted away, obvious by the way his black clothing held his body. Itachi, of course, didn't outwardly approve of the way Sasuke dressed, but he was a brooding artist, and it fit his image. Even he had to admit to himself that Sasuke was a catch. But he was also his brother, and would never be able to think of his brother that way. Though sometimes he wondered if Sasuke had the same inhibitions. Since their parents death many years ago, Itachi had been Sasukes only family, and had raised him personally.

“But WHY does he live here now? Is he your boyfriend?” Sasuke asked, getting obviously agitated. Letting out a soft huff and finally straightening up to toe out of his shoes, Itachi stepped up to look down at his sibling.

“And if he was?” He asked in a chilling tone, before pulling away and walking into his house again. Naruto was still curled up on the couch, glaring daggers at the tv. He'd wrapped up in a blanket to cover his bare torso, but it seemed that he had taken Itachi's advice that morning and showered. It was probably after that when he'd put back on the lounge pants his master had lent him to sleep in. “Naruto, did the delivery come in today like it was supposed to?”

“What kind of answer is that?! Itachi I demand an explanation!” Sasuke pursued, following Itachi on his heels, only to bump into him when his brother stopped. Hastily, he stepped back a little bit. He was waiting for Naruto's answer, and finally the blond jerked his head towards the dining area.

“Over there.” He replied tensely. Sasuke let out the worlds most exasperated sigh as he watched Itachi completely ignore him, walking over to the piles of large boxes in the room separated from the living area by an archway. Slipping a small object from his pocket, Itachi flipped open his sleek switchblade. Sasuke was taken aback to see his brother still carried the gift he'd gotten him over two years ago, for his birthday. Some part of his demeanor softened. So he remained quiet as he watched his brother work, digging through boxes of what appeared to be clothing, for something.

“Nnn... Here it is...” Itachi mumbled to himself, withdrawing a wide, flat velvet jewelry box, that you would usually see holding necklaces. Taking it back into the living room, still in total disregard of his brother, the businessman knew that what would happen next would clear up all the questions Sasuke had. Or at least a good deal of them.

Standing behind where Naruto sat on the couch, the boys body angled away from him, Itachi leaned down, his face close to the others.

“Don't worry. I won't touch you anymore.” He whispered quietly, as his hands deftly extracted the contents of the jewelry box, and slid cold leather and metal around the others neck, a latch fastening with a resounding click. Naruto jerked away in surprise, but not before the collar was locked onto his throat. One hand came up to feel it, and then to claw at it as he practically flung himself onto the other side of the couch to stare at Itachi.

“WHAT THE HELL?! A collar?! Get this shit off of me! You're taking this WAY to seriously!” Naruto yelled, as Itachi leaned up, examining the small key and chain that had come with the collar, before fastening it around his own neck.

“You read the contract, didn't you Naruto? Human Pets are required to be collared by their masters. I can't take it off, I'd get in trouble, and so would you. That collar was expensive too, so enjoy it. It marks you as mine and mine alone. No one else can touch you now, and if they do, they have to answer to me. My name is engraved on the back of it. Yours is on the tag.” He explained, arms crossed over his chest. Sasuke gaped at them both in disbelief.

“You.... got a human pet....” He reiterated in a dumbfounded voice.

“Yeah. Nagato got him for me, and.... convinced me to accept the contract. Naruto is mine for at least a whole year. So deal with it, Sasuke. You look like a carp.” Tapping his little brothers jaw closed, Itachi grabbed him by the shoulders and led him to the door, escorting him out. “Naruto, don't let me forget to have the locks changed!” He called out, for show, over his shoulder. When they were alone though, at the doorway, Itachi leaned on the frame and looked down into his brothers eyes firmly. “I know you're upset that I didn't tell you, but I only.... acquired this situation last night. And things are more complicated than you could ever imagine. That boy.... Young man... There's a lot more to him than meets the eye. Pein put him on me for a reason, and I need to get to the bottom of it, so if it won't kill you, could your TRY to get along with him?”

Sasuke stared at him unconvinced, until finally he sighed and raked a hand through his shorter black hair. “Yeah sure whatever.” He agreed begrudgingly, already turning to go to the elevator. Itachi didn't thank him, but instead just closed, locked, and dead-bolted the door, finally heading back inside.

Glancing around the living room, he saw that Naruto had disappeared, and he frowned a little, thinking of looking for him, but instead, decided on a better plan. Slipping into the kitchen, Itachi opened the fridge, and was relieved to see his groceries had been delivered today as well. He wasted no time in getting started on cooking dinner. If he had learned anything about Naruto in the short time they were together, it was that the boy loved to eat....

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“Stupid.... jerk.... A freakin collar?! Are you kidding me?” Naruto grumbled as he walked into the bathroom, to look at the contraption that was around his neck now. He was a little surprised at his own appearance as he leaned in towards the mirror. The collar was wide, the leather hugging his neck, but not uncomfortably really. His skin did itch a bit, but only because he wasn't used to wearing anything around his neck. He could probably get used to it. The leather wasn't too stiff. It felt almost, to the touch, like the same kind of high quality glove leather that the couch was made of, but much firmer. It didn't fold in on itself, but it had quite a bit of give and flexibility. As he touched the binding material, his fingers found the embossed letters on the back of his neck, like Itachi had said. What he couldn't make out is what they said. He assumed it was just as the man had told him though. His masters name....

At the front of the contraption, was an intricate silver clasp, with a large orange gemstone in the center. A citrine, not that Naruto knew the name of the stone. It was his favorite color though... He wasn't sure how Itachi had learned that. He couldn't find a lock to unlatch the collar no matter how much he looked, and after a while he gave up, and directed his attention to the two round tags that dangled from the front of the collar. Both were small, silver disks, and words were engraved on them. In english. In the backwards way of the mirror, the only words he could even begin to understand were his own name. Part of it, he assumed, was his 'return to this address if lost' section.

“Ahh man.... What did I get myself into.... What if Dad found out....” He grumbled quietly to himself, his forehead resting against the mirror. A whole year.... Itachi said the contract was for at least a year? How was he going to keep things together for a year? He'd only gone onto the streets to prove a point, and signing the contract... it had been a lapse of judgment and a moment of desperation. But he knew that contracts were hard to get out of, and had penalties. He'd just... have to put up with it... Somehow. Shivering a little at his memory of that morning, Naruto's fists clenched against the countertop, his face flushing a deep embarrassed red. He couldn't believe he'd had sex with Itachi. He didn't even know the guy... He felt like a whore who'd take it from anyone.

“Goddammit!” Naruto cursed, banging his fist gently against the wall as he leaned up and sighed, ruffling his unruly blond hair a bit and finally leaving the privacy of the bathroom. He couldn't stand to look at himself any longer.

Stepping into the hallway, Naruto was almost immediately distracted from his woes as the smell of cooking food wafted to him, and the blond followed his nose into the kitchen, to stand beside Itachi, peaking into the pot he was standing over.

“Whats for dinner?” He asked curiously, seeming to be in a better mood at the prospect of food.

“Miso soup, and barbecued pork.” Itachi replied, a small smirk on his lips. He had been right. Food was the key to Naruto's heart. Or at least, a great tool for calming him.
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A Home for the Holidays.