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The Good Stuff	By : CloudyJay Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 7
- 8
- 9
Chapter Eight
Sasuke had gone back to the hotel that night, happy that he had gotten in before midnight. However, Suigetsu had decided to stay up so he could ask the Uchiha all about his “date” and basically do what he does best: bother the snot out of him. Sasuke could not decide what to do with the man sometimes. He valued his friendship to... some extent. But there were those times when he wanted to hit the man with a meat cleaver. This had been one of those times.
“How was it? Did you get all kissy-kissy?”
Sasuke tried not to groan.
“He still hates me, you idiot. There was no kissing.”
Suigetsu frowned. Sasuke sat on his bed and kicked off his shoes, yanked back the blankets, and aggressively tucked himself in. The pale-haired man stood and watched, hands on his hips. After a few moments of staring at a lump with spiky, black hair, he sighed and lifted a hand to rub his own neck. “Yeah, well,” he said, mumbling. “Have you made any, uh, 'progress'?” An irritated sound resonated from the Uchiha, and Suigetsu sighed. “Because our boss called today and he ain't happy with how long this is taking.”
“He's never happy, so why should I give a damn?”
“He just—he said wants to see the money go to something.”
“It's my fucking money. Tell him not to be an impatient twat.”
“Yeah, but---”
“Suigetsu.” Suddenly, Sasuke sat up, and the look on his face could have frightened an enraged tiger. Suigetsu squinted and tried not to cry or something. He stood his ground, one hand still on his hip with the other on his neck. Sasuke's brows knitted together and his mouth formed an angry, tight, thin line. The brunette man looked at Suigetsu as if he were suddenly very interesting, bringing his knees up to his chest. His arms wrapped around those knees, and he softly shook his head.
“Who funds every fucking movie we produce?”
“You.”
“Who does all the casting?”
“You.”
“Who makes sure all the cameras and equipment are repaired and stay in good condition?”
“You.”
“Oh, good. Okay, just making sure. And,” Sasuke paused, repositioning himself so that only one knee was bent upwards, his left arm resting on it rather casually. “Who hired you, pays you, makes sure your contract stays renewed, and makes sure the 'boss',” he continued, using air quotations on that last word. “doesn't fire your ass?”
Suigetsu sighed, shifting his weight to one foot. “You.”
“Me. I do all that shit. And what does the 'boss' do? He sits on his ass, complains if something isn't the way he likes it, and very rarely uploads a movie to the site himself. If you're worried about what our 'boss' says, then you better start listening to me more-fucking-often.”
There was a thick silence in the room after that little rant, and when it looked like Suigetsu had nothing more to say, Sasuke twisted and threw himself back into a laying position. He yanked the covers up over himself again, making sure to hide his face, and breathed out a sharp sigh. Suigetsu was torn. Sasuke was more of a boss to him, yes. But the 'boss' he had mentioned was the one who still had the last word. He still called all the shots. The only reason Sasuke had any say in all of these things was because, well, the 'boss' was a lazy piece of shit. Still, he wasn't the person you wanted to piss off. He could still fire anybody he wanted, even Sasuke.
But at this point in time, Suigetsu could see that Sasuke wasn't acting any better.
Pissing the Uchiha off any further would probably get him fired. Yet, he still opened his big mouth.
“...You need some?”
“No.”
“I can go find somebody. I mean--”
“I don't need it.”
“...I could do it. I wouldn't mind.”
“...”
Suigetsu watched nervously as Sasuke shifted under the blankets. He seemed to be thinking about it, contemplating. Suigetsu could tell that the Uchiha was probably just as nervous, if not more, as him. And, it was true. Sasuke couldn't decide. He couldn't decide on what he should do. Having sex with Suigetsu seemed... weird. It seemed like he'd be doing it with his annoying little brother or something, and Sasuke wasn't up for that. Still, the lack of physical intimacy was bothering him and he hated himself for it. He didn't know why he felt the way he did.
Sasuke turned and looked at Suigetsu from over the top of the blanket, causing the man to stiffen. After a few silent seconds, the brunette shook his head and turned back over. Suigetsu didn't know whether or not he should feel relieved or worried, so he merely nodded and crawled into his own bed. After one more nervous glance towards the other, Suigetsu reached over to the nightstand and turned off the lamp.

Sasuke smiled as he bounced a ball along the pavement of the driveway.
The sound of crickets and bullfrogs in the distant creeks and damp ditches seemed to add to the magic of that summer evening. There had still been some daylight, but it had been dissolved into a sleepy pink-purple along the edges of the sky. A few fireflies drifted lazily along the breeze, blinking green every few seconds as they communicated with each other. Lights from the neighbor's houses barely illuminated their lawns; the orange-tinted streetlights had done a better job of that.
Sasuke was only seven-years-old that hot July. This was when his father wasn't working as hard and his brother was still in school, not as stressed and worried. Fugaku actually made time for his family back then. Mikoto cooked for every meal she could and they all sat at the table to talk. Their house wasn't large. No two-story or three-story mansion. Just a house in the suburb. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and a living room. No endless hallways or metal-barred gates.
It was a home.
Sasuke bounced the ball a few more times, somewhat happy that his birthday party had winded down. His parents had allowed him to skip school that day. Mikoto had been able to afford a cake from the store, but had to decorate it herself. Only a few little presents from his parents and one from his big brother. This was before daddy got the big job at the company and made tons of money and bought out the whole company in what he had called an “aggressive business deal.” Daddy was still a cop and mommy was a nurse at the general care clinic. Both were working to support the family.
Sasuke bounced the ball again, turning his head to watch a few more kids and their parents step out of the house. They waved their goodbyes to mommy and daddy and then to Sasuke. The youngest Uchiha smiled and waved back. The ball thudded against the ground softly and traveled back up faithfully to Sasuke's small hands, his own dark-brown eyes fixed on the people leaving. One more person had stepped out of the house. The woman turned and smiled to mommy, lips painted with what looked like strawberry jam. Thick globs of the stuff, it had looked like, and he was certain that she had done the same to her nails.
One of mommy's friends from the clinic. Another nurse. Long, chestnut brown hair that was always pulled up into some messy bun that always came undone around the middle of the day. Always wore heels and a shirt that she was formal enough to tuck into her skirt, but not formal enough to button up completely. Large, stiff-looking chest that she didn't mind showing off. Especially when she had been at the Uchiha home. Especially when Sasuke was there.
The ball slipped from his hands and hit the pavement. Sasuke flinched and watched as it bounced a few more times on its own, then rolled over to the edge of the grass, betrayed. The sound had caught the woman's attention, and she blinked her long lashes. Sasuke glanced at her, then moved over to collect his ball. He didn't mind the wet grass and dirt. He merely gripped it tightly within his hands, as if trying to assure it that he would not drop it again.
The woman blinked once more, watching Sasuke, then turned her attention back to mommy. She said something, but Sasuke couldn't quite hear her. Something about wanting to “play with the birthday boy for a bit.” Mommy had only smiled and nodded and closed the screen door. The woman smiled, smearing her strawberry jam further across her lips, and walked along the stepping stones towards the driveway. Sasuke turned to face her, the clacking of her heels growing louder and louder as she drew closer. He didn't show it, but he was nervous. He knew of this woman, yes. Saw her many times as she came to visit or drop mommy off when she had late shifts. But he had never spoken to her. She usually took to just watching him play or eat or watch TV or do his homework.
Much too soon for his liking, she had been right in front of him. She bent over to be at his level, placing her hands on her knees to balance herself. Sasuke watched as she smiled calmly, her eyes softening. That relaxed him a bit.
“Did you have a good birthday?”
Sasuke nodded.
“That was some yummy cake. Make sure you thank your mother for it, OK?”
“Okay,” the Uchiha boy had muttered, tearing his gaze away from her face and to look down at his grass-stained sneakers. Her voice was deeper than mommy's, and she had a bit of a drawl. She always smelled like some sort vanilla-based perfume and cigarette smoke. Always had that brown, leather purse draped over her shoulder; she never set it down. And if someone got near it, she'd tense.
Sasuke never bothered learning her name. She was simpy “the Woman” that came by from time to time.
“Can I play with it?”
“Huh?”
Sasuke was pulled from his thoughts, lifting his head to look at her. Her hands had been lifted with palms face-up, waiting patiently for Sasuke to hand over the ball. His brows furrowed and he looked hesitant to hand over his birthday present. The Woman looked frustrated for a moment, but smiled and released a soft chuckle. “I won't steal it from you,” she assured.
With that, he slowly placed it within her hands, the rubber of the ball squeaking quietly from the friction of her fingertips. She looked behind her and lowered herself to sit on her knees upon the driveway, tucking her skirt politely under her bottom as she did so. Sasuke watched, once again feeling himself relax.
The sun had gone down some more, darkness slowly enveloping the area as more streetlights flickered and buzzed to life. The Woman had engaged them in a game of catch, challenging Sasuke by saying he couldn't catch it behind his back or that he couldn't hit it with his head like a soccer player. Sasuke had been pretty successful with these challenges, but when the Woman tossed the ball up a bit too high, a bit too fast, his hands could not reach it.
It fell, discarded, onto the ground.
The Woman laughed softly, covering her mouth with her hand. This made Sasuke angry, an embarrassed blush tinting his ears and cheeks as he sent a small glare towards her. She caught his glare and tried to dim down her laughter. “I'm sorry, sweetie,” she said sweetly. “I didn't mean it.”
The Woman stood and dusted her knees, red from the pavement and gravel, off. “I'll make it up to you,” she said. Sasuke blinked, wondering what she would give to him. Sensing his interest, she looked around the yard and spotted a small children's clubhouse, which had been there long before Sasuke's family had moved in. “Let's go in there,” she said in a happy tone, pointing towards the structure. The small boy turned his head to look at the clubhouse, then began to make his way towards it. The Woman turned her head to glance around and look at the front door of the house, then followed after Sasuke.
There were no steps into the clubhouse. Sasuke had to push the door open and hoist himself up from the ground and inside. He pushed a few things aside, like a cardboard box full of old toys he had long forgotten about, and seated himself onto the floor. He watched as the Woman made her way inside. She shut the door, now having to crouch so her head would not hit the ceiling. Since there was no handle or lock, she sat with her back against the door. No windows; darkness took over the small space, and for a moment, Sasuke's heart fluttered in fear. The Woman reached up and a small “click” sounded off. An old light bulb buzzed, and filled the space with dim light.
Sasuke looked back to her, his expression wary. She was smiling still, digging through her purse as if she were looking for something. Sasuke briefly wondered if she had a whole mess of candy in that thing. Was that why she never let anyone near it? She didn't want them to steal any of her candy? That hypothesis had been shattered when she pulled out a rolled up magazine. The cover was rather colorful, and when the Woman unrolled it and set it down on the floor, Sasuke stared at it. His brows furrowed.
“Why ain't she wearing clothes?”
The Woman chuckled briefly.
“She's not supposed to. Not in this photo.”
“Why?”
“It's her job.”
Sasuke looked up to the Woman with a quirked brow, wondering what kind of job required naked people. The Woman smiled and leaned over some, face a bit too close to Sasuke's own for his liking. “I used to be one---I used to have the same job.”
Unsure of what to say, Sasuke merely looked down at the magazine again with mild interest. The Woman kept that smile on her face, then opened the magazine. She turned the pages slowly, and Sasuke wasn't sure how to feel as more and more naked people appeared. After a moment, the Woman stopped on one page. She pointed to the woman in the picture.
“That was me,” she stated. Sasuke blinked.
Her legs were spread open wide, and the young boy wondered what that was between her legs. He certainly didn't have that. And why was she putting her finger in there? “Wasn't I pretty?” Sasuke didn't know how to answer that. If anything, she looked like she was hurting. It barely looked like her to begin with. The hair was some white-yellow shade and she didn't have as many lines on her face as she did now. Sasuke looked up from the page to see the Woman frowning.
“I got older. They didn't like old women.”
“You're not old,” he tried to console her.
“How old do you think I am?”
Sasuke, feeling rather awkward with this whole situation, shrugged. He really just wanted to go inside and eat more cake or play with his toys. “I 'unno,” he admitted, then took a guess. “Thirteen?” The Woman chuckled again and looked back down to the magazine. Sasuke briefly felt guilty; it looked as if she was about to cry.
Suddenly, the Woman reached up and began to undo her top. Sasuke watched with mild curiosity. Each button made a soft “pop” until, eventually, her shirt was completely undone. She tugged her bra down, and the youngest Uchiha blinked slowly. “Do I still look the same?” she had asked. Sasuke's stomach did a few flips, churning uncomfortably at the question. Larger, slightly rougher hands moved forward and gripped his wrists. She guided his hands to her chest, then moved them in such a way that he was kneading her breasts. She made a muffled sound, and Sasuke wondered if she had started to cry again.
“You'll be very handsome someday,” she said, whimpering between words. “Lots of girls will want you.”
“Girls are gross,” Sasuke muttered. “I hate them.”
Suddenly, her hand shot out, and a loud “smack” resonated. Sasuke's head snapped to the side, cheek reddening as hot tears stung the edges of his eyes. The Woman sat tensed, hand still risen as she breathed heavily through her nose. She watched as Sasuke began to tremble, one small hand lifting to cradle his stinging cheek. He sniffled, and he wanted to wail and scream, the Woman's hands were on him again. He wanted to move away or bust through the wall and run inside and cry, but she held him in place. She shifted to sit on her butt, kicking the magazine to the side, then pulled him closer. She settled him between her legs and began to move her hips against him.
“Stop crying,” she whispered. “Girls are fun. I'll show you, OK?”
Sasuke wanted to go to his room. He wanted to go to mommy and cry in her lap. He wanted to tell on the Woman and cry and he wanted to get away from her. But he never did.
“Girls are fun, OK?”
“Okay.”
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