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Now
that I think about it…Kisame was a little OOC at the break-up scene. Sorry about that. :( I hate being OOC, but…I seem to be preeeety guilty of it. ;)
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Chapter 9: The
Shark’s Tale
Naruto stared wide-eyed at Sasuke as he
unveiled his dark past. He remained silent throughout Sasuke’s reenactment,
merely holding and rocking him until he had finished. He wiped away the tears
before kissing him lightly.
“I can’t believe it…,” Naruto said
softly. “He really killed your parents?”
“You don’t believe me?” Sasuke snarled,
his eyes flashing red, just like Itachi’s.
“I never said that,” Naruto said just as
calmly and softly. “I said I can’t believe
it, meaning it’s so surreal it’s hard to wrap my mind around. But I have no
reason to believe you’d lie to me, my darling Sasuke.
Am I really the only person you’ve ever told?”
“Of course,” he spat. He rubbed his
eyes, suddenly more tired than he had ever been before. “I couldn’t go to the
cops… Itachi would kill me, too…”
“Well, I’m glad you told me, Sasuke. If
you had kept that inside yourself any longer, it might have done some serious
psychological damage. Darling Sasuke, know that you can tell me anything, okay?” He kissed the top of
Sasuke’s head before raising his chin with his index finger and looking him in
the eye. “We’ll only let the necessary information go public. I’ll call the
others. The fact that we know it was
Itachi is enough.”
“Thank you so much, Naruto…”
“Anything for you, Sasuke.”
While Naruto called the others to warn
them to leave Itachi out of it as much as possible, Sasuke sat on the couch,
red rings around his eyes as he fought of tears, Sora snuggled tightly in his
lap. The TV was on, but his eyes wouldn’t focus on the images. He ended up
nodding off and slipping into a nightmare that hadn’t visited his dreams since
he had first found Naruto…
“Hello?”
Sasuke called into the dark house. “I’m home! Okaa-san…? Otou-san…?”
Curious
as to why the house was so quiet at only nine o’clock, he checked the kitchen
for a note. Finding none, he checked his parents’ bedroom to see if they were
already asleep. Seeing no one, he systematically checked every other room of
the house.
No
one.
“But
their cars were in the driveway,” he mused.
He
realized he had ended up in front of Itachi’s room—the only room in the entire
house he hadn’t checked. But why would his parents be in Itachi’s room…?
“Well,
maybe aniki is home and can tell me where they are.” He started when he
realized he had spoken aloud. The words faded into the eerie silence of the
rest of the household, sending chills down his spine. He lifted his hand to the
door to knock and felt his blood turn to ice when he realized someone was
behind him. Whipping around, he came face-to-face with Itachi, his blood red
eyes glimmering mystically in the gloom of the hallway.
“A—Ano,
a—aniki…”
“Hello,
little brother,” Itachi hissed softly, sounding like a snake. Sasuke suddenly
had a vision of Itachi the snake curling python-like around his neck, squeezing
the life out of him—
“Ah!
Umm… I saw okaa-san and otou-san’s cars in the driveway, but…are they home?”
It
was then that Sasuke noticed the blood smeared all over Itachi’s clothes,
hands, and face. “Let’s just say, pieces of them are,” Itachi answered, his
lips curling back to reveal oddly pearly white teeth.
Sasuke’s
eyes widened. “Wh—What do you mean, aniki?”
“Oh,
I think you know exactly what I mean, little brother…”
Sasuke heard his name being
called from far off. He tried to swat it away, until he heard the
screaming. It was such a blood-curdling and chilling scream,
the scream of someone who had just witnessed a murder—
Sasuke bolted awake and realized that he
was the one screaming and that Naruto was the one calling his name.
“Sasuke! Sasuke! Oh, Sasuke, answer me!”
“N—Naruto?” Sasuke panted, his eyes wide
and full of fear.
“Oh, God, Sasuke, I was so worried about
you…”
Sasuke felt himself completely enveloped
in Naruto’s arms, and he felt his body warmed from the inside out. His world
clicked into place, and he couldn’t ever remember being frightened or alone.
“N—Naruto, I think I’m fine now… Thank you… I—I had a dream about—about what
happened that night…”
Naruto’s hug grew tighter. “Oh, Sasuke…
I’m so sorry… I wish I could be there for you in your dreams, too…”
Sasuke noticed the phone digging into
his shoulder as Naruto had apparently forgotten he was using it in his panic to
check on Sasuke. “Who are you talking to?” he asked curiously.
Naruto let go. “Huh? Oh—umm, it’s
Kisame. He’s agreed to have dinner with us tonight but on the condition that we
don’t breathe a word of this to Itachi. I’ve already called Neji and Kiba, and
after a little convincing, they’ve agreed to make sure Itachi’s name stays out
of this. But, don’t worry… I didn’t tell anyone all the details.”
Sasuke looked at his hands. “Thank you, Naruto,”
he whispered. “I really appreciate—”
There was a knock on the door. Naruto
jumped, but Sasuke froze. The blonde immediately regretted answering the door
when he saw Itachi on the other side.
“H—Hi, Itachi-san,” Naruto greeted,
trying to keep the stutter out of his voice as best as possible. “Sorry for
keeping Sasuke-kun for so long. We had some friends over—”
“This month’s issue of Hiroto’s Progress came in today,” Itachi
broke in.
Suddenly getting the feeling that he
shouldn’t reveal to the elder Uchiha that he had already read it, he said as
innocently as possible, “Oh, did it? Did they use any of my pictures?”
“Yes, actually,” Itachi answered with a
sneer. “Didn’t you get a complementary issue in your mailbox?”
Naruto shrugged nonchalantly, but on the
inside, his blood had turned to ice. “I haven’t gone down to check it yet
today. I’m still swamped with yesterday’s mail.” He pointed to the phone and
said irately, “Damn cell phone company messed up my
bill again. I’m trying to get it all sorted out, but they keep putting me on
hold.”
Itachi’s eyes seemed to look past
Naruto, and it was almost like he knew the blonde was lying… Naruto found himself wondering how the
hell Sasuke could have lived with such oppressive eyes all his life…
“May I come in?” Itachi finally asked,
his voice smooth yet frigid as ice. “I need to speak with my brother.”
Naruto stepped aside. “Sure, be my
guest. He’s in the living room. Want something to drink?”
Itachi shook his head. “No, I won’t be
here that long. Naruto-kun, perhaps you’d better see this article, too…”
Sasuke and Naruto read the article one
more time to appease Itachi, trying their best to mimic their original
reactions. It wasn’t that hard with Itachi the fire-breathing dragon hovering
behind them.
“Who wrote this?” Naruto shouted
angrily, flipping back a couple pages once he and Sasuke hand finished. “Forget
me—Sasuke’s not like that! He would never hire a prostitute! Hey! Why isn’t the
author listed? I was gonna kick some serious ass!”
Itachi pulled out his cell phone. “Maybe
I should call Hiroto himself, and fix this.”
Naruto internally panicked until he
heard Kisame’s calm voice on the other end say, “Don’t worry, Naruto-kun. I’m
already on damage control. I suspected he might try something like this. Your
phone will ring in a few seconds. It will be Neji. Answer it. I’ll see you at
dinner at 7:30.” With that, the line went dead.
Naruto looked at his phone in shock,
trying to keep up the façade. “First the damn phone company puts me on hold,
then they hang up on me!” He turned off the phone and a second later, it rang. “Moshi
moshi!”
“Naruto, it’s
Neji. Itachi’s there, right? Put me on speaker phone.
Say I want Sasuke to hear this, too.”
“Ano, it’s Neji-kun,” Naruto said aloud.
“I’ll put him on speaker phone. He wants Sasuke to hear something…” He put the
phone on speaker.
“Moshi moshi, Sasuke-kun,” Neji said
promptly. “My father brought an article to my attention in the magazine Hiroto’s Progress. Have you read it?”
“Hai,” Sasuke answered. “Itachi just
brought it over…”
“Maybe if I hadn’t known you,” Neji
continued, “I might have believed it. However, I know Naruto. I immediately
called Hiroto-san to find out who was behind it, but he wouldn’t disclose a
name. He will, however, make an appearance on television and make a public
apology. Sasuke-kun, I can arrange for you to appear on television along with
him, and you can make a public statement denouncing this article—”
“I’ll do it,” Sasuke said firmly, his
eyes narrowed. “Arigatou, Neji.”
“Yeah, thanks, man,” Naruto said.
Without saying goodbye, Neji hung up the
phone.
Itachi looked angry, his eyes turning a
shade of red Naruto hadn’t seen before, and it frightened him. One blink,
however, and his eyes were back to their normal color. “Sasuke, I know the
Hyuuga family holds a lot of power, but I’m your manager. He can’t go behind my
back—”
“A—Aniki,” Sasuke interrupted softly,
bowing his head and looking at the dingy couch. “I…I want to do this. Please let me. My reputation is at stake…”
After several seconds, Itachi gave one
curt nod. “I’ll call Hyuuga-san and arrange the broadcast.” He turned to leave
when Sasuke called his name.
“Itachi! Matte! Ano… I’m going to eat
dinner here at Naruto’s tonight, but I’ll be home afterward…okay?”
“…Do what you want.” Without even
acknowledging his brother, he stalked out of the apartment, closing the door
behind him.
Naruto wrapped his arms around Sasuke
and mumbled, “Sasuke, I don’t want you to go home tonight. I want you to stay
with me forever…”
Sasuke sighed. “I know. I want to stay
here, too. When I’m with you, I feel alive—I feel free! But…if I don’t go home tonight, Itachi will know something’s
up.” His voice dropped nearly to a whisper. “I’m so afraid of him, Naruto…”
Naruto buried his nose in Sasuke’s hair
before kissing it lightly. “Sasuke… I’ll protect you with my life. Trust me.”
Sora pounced between them, surprising
them. The kitten mewled, staring up at them with her large, blue eyes.
“I think she’s jealous,” Naruto said,
laughing. His face fell. “Oh… I knew I forgot something. I never got any cat
toys for her!”
“Can we go get some?” Sasuke asked. He
picked Sora up and cradled her in his arms, rubbing his cheek against her soft
fur. “I could really use some fresh air…”
Naruto nodded. “Yeah. Did you need to
call Deidara or Pein or…?”
Sasuke shrugged. “Deidara might still be
next door. I’ll go check.”
“If you don’t return in ten minutes, I’m
calling the cops,” Naruto said somewhat seriously.
Deidara was indeed next door. He was on
the couch watching TV while Itachi took a shower. Sasuke left a note on the
counter and had Deidara sign it. Last time he had walked out without telling
Itachi directly, even though he had left a note and had Kisame with him, Itachi
had been furious with him when he returned home.
He met Naruto in the lobby and saw him
talking to an imposing, large-chested woman with
blonde hair tied back in two pigtails. He had met Tsunade-san once before when
she had handed over the key to the apartment but could not understand why
Naruto would be talking to her.
“Ah! Sasuke!” Naruto called, waving him
over. “Tsunade-obaa-san is the one who has been
helping me out for the past year since I got out of the foster care system! She
happened to see the postman put a copy of Hiroto’s
Progress in our mailboxes.”
“I was curious,” Tsunade explained. “I
mean…how would you two have a subscription to such an adult themed magazine? So
when I went down to see Asuma-san to get a copy, he said he wasn’t selling this
month’s issue due to a slanderous article about you two. Trust me, Sasuke-kun,
there are a lot of people on your and Naruto’s side. We’ll get to the bottom of
this.”
“A—Arigatou, Tsunade-san…”
“Ah! Ano sa, ano sa! Tsunade-obaa-san—”
“Naruto,” she growled, “if you call me
that one more time, I swear on my dead grandfather’s grave I’ll—”
Naruto waved his hand impatiently,
ignoring her. “Whatever, whatever, just listen! I got
a kitten! Her name’s Sora, and Sasuke and I are going out to buy some gifts for
her! If you want, you and Shizune can go visit her any time I’m out!”
“…Are you trying to bribe me into
watching your cat while you’re gone?”
“Iie, iie, iie,” Naruto answered quickly, waving his hands back and
forth in front of his face, backing away slightly as Tsunade-san turned her
hawk-like eyes on him angrily. “No, nothing like that. She’s got a litter box and food and water. She’s just really cute, and since I
know how much you like cats—”
She pulled him into a sudden hug. “Aww, thank you so much, Na-ru-to-!”
She placed a soft kiss on his cheek, and Naruto made a big show of wiping it off,
pretending to be disgusted.
“Tsunade-saaaan!
You can’t do that to me anymore! I’m with Sasuke now!”
Tsunade glanced between the blushing
Sasuke and the pouting Naruto before smiling softly. “Well, congratulations,
you two. I remember once when I was younger…”
“That was a looooong time ago,” Naruto pointed out. He quickly ducked under her fist
before grabbing Sasuke by the arm and pulling him onto the street outside.
“Whew! That was close! Never get hit by Tsunade-obaa-san.
Even though she’s fifty, she can still pack a killer punch!”
Naruto chatted aimlessly as he and
Sasuke held hands all the way to Inuzuka’s Pet Shop. Together, they picked out
several cat toys, a few boxes of cat treats, and a scratching post. After
paying for the items, they walked back to the apartment complex in comfortable
silence.
Deidara didn’t enter the apartment
building. He caught Sasuke by the sleeve just before he went through the
revolving doors and said, “Listen, Sasuke, I heard what Itachi did to Kisame. I
don’t want to be dumped like that—I’ve already developed an attraction to your
brother—so, listen, you need to call Orochimaru and set up another bodyguard. I
suggest Pein or Zetsu. Itachi’s not interested in either of them. Besides,
they’re the only two in all of the Akatsuki Bodyguard Agency that actually
follow the rule of not getting involved at
all with clients. Hn.”
Sasuke nodded. “That’s probably a good
decision. Have you told Itachi yet?”
“Yeah, I told him when we woke up this
morning that today was my last day. Hn.”
“Okay, well… Bye, Deidara.”
As Deidara turned to leave, Naruto
called to him. “Matte! Deidara-san! I have a question. Why…why do you have a
tattoo of an open mouth with a tongue on your hand?”
Deidara grinned. “Why? You have
something against tattoos? Hn.”
Naruto rolled his eyes before pulling
his shirt up to his neck and pointing at the extensive tattoo work done on his
stomach. “Nope! Not at all!” He pulled his shirt back down and chewed his
tongue thoughtfully. “And—ano sa, ano sa… Why do you always end everything with
‘hn?’ Oh, and ano sa, what kind of conditioner do you
use? I mean, you have enough hair for three people—”
Sasuke pulled on Naruto. “Come on, dobe.
Let’s bring Sora her presents.”
“Butbutbutbutbut—”
While Naruto might not have been happy being
dragged up the stairs, Sora was definitely happy with her new toys. While the
blonde put the cat treats in the pantry next to the cat food and the scratching
post in the laundry room across from the litter box, Sasuke was smiling as Sora
swatted at the stuffed mouse at the end of a long string he was holding.
Naruto made to sit by Sasuke when his
phone rang. Slightly annoyed, he picked up the phone. “Moshi moshi.”
“Moshi moshi, Naruto-kun. It’s Kisame. I
called earlier…”
“Oh, yeah… Sasuke and I went out for a
little bit—with Deidara. He quit this morning. Did you hear?” He fell on the
couch and watched Sasuke play with Sora.
“Yeah, I heard. That’s what I’m calling
to tell you.” Kisame took a deep, rattling breath. “Look, when you come to
Byakugan tonight… Oh, Sasuke’s not going to like this… Listen, Naruto, you need
to keep Sasuke in your sights every
second.”
“Kisame, what are you talking about?”
Sasuke’s head snapped up at Naruto’s
confused tone. He strained to hear the other end of the conversation, but Sora
wouldn’t have it that way and kept nudging him with her paws until he picked
the toy back up.
“Naruto, every bodyguard in Akatsuki is
corrupt when it comes to Itachi. He has the money, he has the looks—one word,
and we’ll tell him anything he wants. He’s actually a member of Akatsuki, but
it’s kept so secret that I don’t think even Sasuke knows. He usually guards the
more important and higher paying people—politicians, socialites…the Hyuugas.”
“Nani?!”
“Mainly the father,” Kisame continued,
“but he’s accompanied the mother on several occasions as well. The point is, we
really respect Itachi…and if there’s any secrets to be
kept, he can pay us off enough to tell all
the juicy details.”
“So…what you’re saying is that no matter
which bodyguard Sasuke hires from Akatsuki tonight, they’ll find a way to
listen in and bust our cover?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“Well, we’re fucked, aren’t we?”
Sasuke had frozen, his hand in midair,
his face turning whiter than paper. Sora propped her two feet as high up on his
chest as she could, trying to get a good look at his face, curious as to why he
had suddenly gone so still. “No…,” Sasuke croaked. “Kisame, no…”
“What, Sasuke? What’s going on, Kisame?”
Kisame was hesitant to explain.
“There’s…one man in Akatsuki who isn’t loyal to Itachi but is loyal to Sasuke.”
“Well, that’s good then!” Naruto
chirruped.
“No…” Kisame gritted his teeth as he
continued. “This man…the last time he watched Sasuke—under Itachi’s request,
mind you…he—he raped Sasuke.”
Naruto dropped the phone. He turned his
head slowly toward the brunette. Almost as if he were made of water, he flowed
off the couch and made his way toward Sasuke, wrapping his arms as tightly as
possible around him. Tears began flowing down his cheeks as he whispered
Sasuke’s name over and over. “Oh, Sasuke, Sasuke… I
had no idea. Sasuke, how could… Oh, Sasuke…” Trying not to let go of his
boyfriend, he picked up the phone from where it landed on the floor.
“I’m sorry, Kisame. I—I can’t let him
near Sasuke.”
“Naruto, I know you don’t like it,
but…it’s the only way… It’s just for tonight. I’ll walk him home, too, so you don’t
have to worry. He won’t approach Sasuke while either you or I are there.”
Naruto shook his head. “No, no, no, no,
no, no… I refuse. I’m not going to let anyone else hurt Sasuke—”
“N—Naruto?” Sasuke whimpered. “It’s
okay. I talked to Kisame this morning, and he has something he really needs to
tell you. He knows more about Itachi than anyone—even me. Itachi’s never kept
anyone by his side for so long. They’ve been together for over five years now.
If this is the only way…then I’m fine with it.”
“NO! Sasuke, no, I can’t let you…not if
he’s—”
Sasuke cut Naruto off with a sharp kiss.
“I love you,” he whispered before taking the phone from his hand. “Kisame… Call
Orochimaru. I can’t do it.”
“All right. Make sure you tell Itachi.”
“I will.”
Sasuke hung up the phone and collapsed
wearily against the blonde. Tears stung the corners of his eyes, but he refused
to let them fall. He had to stay strong; if he broke now, all his years of
coping…
Sora sat back on her haunches staring at
the two boys, her enormous blue eyes piercing through their outer defenses and
seeing two boys who grew up alone, cold and shivering. She watched for nearly
twenty minutes before meowing and breaking them out of their silent reveries.
“Um…” Sasuke stood up, his façade fully
back in place, his obsidian eyes endless depths of deep sorrow. “I’m going to
tell Itachi we’re going out for dinner. I’ll bring my stuff over, and I’ll meet
you over here—”
“No,” Naruto answered sharply, standing
up as well. “I’ll meet you at your apartment at 6:30. Tell Oro—Oro…um…what’s-his-name
to meet us there at seven. I don’t want him meeting you in the hallway and
kidnapping you.”
Sasuke leaned forward and pressed his
lips to Naruto’s. “How have I ever lived without you?”
And then he was gone, closing the door softly
behind him.
Naruto lay on the couch brooding for
nearly two hours. Every so often, he played with Sora from the couch, but he
finally got up, unable to sit still. He ended up in his room and realized that
Sasuke had left his bag. Feeling embarrassed but not really
caring, he picked up Sasuke’s shirt and inhaled deeply. With a start, he
suddenly realized that the previous night, he had put the clothes in the
washing machine but had never moved them to the dryer. Groaning, he added more
clothes to the wash before starting it again.
Feeling anxious and restless, Naruto
broke out the cleaning supplies once more and didn’t rest until every surface
was scrubbed clean. He went into the spare bedroom, which he had been using as
a storage area, and began picking up and organizing the piles and piles of junk
until he heard the washer buzz. In case of forgetting again, he immediately
moved the clothes to the dryer.
He went back into his bedroom, forgoing
doing any more work with the spare bedroom, and fell back on his bed. He
glanced at his pillow and saw Sasuke’s cover picture staring back at him.
Grabbing the wretched magazine, he began flipping through the pages, looking
through the rest of it.
It seemed Hiroto’s Progress really was trying to break away from its solely
“gay” image and incorporated a number of articles about (allegedly) straight
actors popular in the media. There was even an article about Jiraya and his new
erotic novel Make-Out Paradise.
He landed on the article about Sasuke
and stared at the pictures, wondering how one person could be so beautiful… He
tore out the picture of them kissing and taped it to his wall.
Glancing at his clock, he realized that
it was already 6:25. After making sure Sora had plenty of food and water, he
gave his kitten a hug before heading next door.
His fist had made contact with the door
merely once before it swung open, Itachi’s face looming in the shadows. “Hello,
Naruto-kun. You’re here early. Aren’t your reservations at 7:30? And I don’t
think Orochimaru-san is coming until 7:00…”
Naruto felt a bucket of ice drop into
his stomach. Just being in Itachi’s presence was enough to make one’s skin
crawl, yet there was something…enchanting behind those overpowering
eyes…something that made you want to trust him without question, to crawl in
his arms and fall into everlasting sleep…and it scared the hell out of Naruto.
“Uh, well… I was bored. There’s nothing
on TV…”
“I met Tsunade-san in the hallway
earlier.” Itachi’s lips peeled back into a smile as he stepped aside to let Naruto
through the doorway. “She said you had a new kitten to take care of. You’re
already bored with her?”
“A—Ah! No, of course not, Itachi-san!”
Naruto felt trapped between a rock and a hard place.
Then, Itachi smiled…and at least it seemed real enough. “I’m just teasing,
Naruto-kun. After all, you are my brother’s new boyfriend. I couldn’t resist!
Now, if you two will please keep it down, I’m working on writing a new play…”
With the floor length coat he was wearing, he seemed to float away into his
room.
Not having heard him coming, Naruto
jumped when he felt Sasuke’s slender arms wrap around his waist. He leaned
backward, letting himself be enveloped in Sasuke’s warmth. After a few moments,
he turned around and completed the hug.
They were still wrapped in each other’s
arms when there was another knock on the door. Sasuke cowered behind Naruto as
he answered the door.
“Hello, Sasuke-kun,” came the gravelly
voice. “Long time no see.”
Naruto didn’t know which made him more
nervous: the fact that Orochimaru never said another word all the way to the
restaurant or that Sasuke trembled in his arms for the remainder of the
evening.
When they arrived at Byakugan, Neji was
there to escort the trio to a room at the very back of the restaurant that
Naruto had never noticed before. Orochimaru was told to wait outside the room,
and Naruto was honestly surprised when he complied.
“I’ll see you later, Sasuke-kun,”
Orochimaru called after them as the door slid closed, which caused Sasuke to
bury his head in Naruto’s arm in shame. Naruto made a mental note to beat the
crap out of Orochimaru the second he got a chance.
Naruto sat as closely as possible as he
could to Sasuke without actually being in
his lap. He glowered at Kisame and snapped, “What is so fucking important that
you had to bring Orochimaru into this?”
Kisame shook his head slightly.
“Naruto-kun… We eat first.”
“I’m not hungry,” he spat.
Kisame sighed. “All right, fine, fine.
Look, Naruto… You have to know something about Itachi. I’m pretty
sure I’m the only person he’s ever told, but it really puts his whole
life into perspective. Itachi is mentally unable to trust anyone, anyone at
all.”
“Not even his own
family?” Naruto seethed. “That’s right! Sasuke told me about how he slaughtered
his parents, or did good ol’ Itachi forget to mention
that?”
Kisame winced. “Please, Naruto… Let me
finish.”
Naruto scowled before nodding curtly.
“He did tell me,” Kisame continued. “He
told me all about that night, in great detail, how he went downstairs and slit
his mother’s throat before creeping into the living room and dealing the same
fate to his father. But he spared Sasuke. Sasuke, I know it’s hard for you to
believe, but your brother loves you. He just…doesn’t trust you. He can’t trust you.”
Sasuke didn’t budge; he merely stared at
the tablecloth.
“When Itachi was six years old—God, he’s
going to kill me for telling you this—when he was just six years old…your uncle
was supposed to be watching him for the night while your mom was in the
hospital having you, Sasuke. That’s why he doesn’t hate you, Sasuke—because you
hadn’t even had your first breath of air… But your uncle, that night, sexually
assaulted Itachi…for nearly six hours. And, no, this wasn’t a small child’s
concept of time. This was how long your father was at the hospital.
“After that, Itachi wasn’t able to
function in the way healthy young boys are supposed to behave. He never let anyone
touch him or even get close to him physically—much less emotionally—until one
day, he couldn’t take the pressure anymore and snapped. He vowed revenge.
Starting with your parents, he personally destroyed every person he came in
contact with.”
“Why was he so close to you, then?”
Naruto asked suddenly.
Kisame cast his gaze downward, refusing
to look Naruto in the eye. “Because I was already destroyed. He couldn’t do any
damage to me until he had first healed me.” He took a deep breath and let it
out slowly. “Which he did. He healed my shattered, untrusting heart only to
break it once again…”
“So… Ano sa, ano sa, you said that
Itachi didn’t hate Sasuke. Why would he write that article, then?”
After taking a large gulp of sake,
Kisame merely shrugged. “I have no idea. But, in my opinion…I
think it’s a cry for help. He knew Sasuke would be able to figure out the
author of the article in one go. I think he wanted you to get mad and hurt him.
He said once that when he hurts is the only time he feels alive.” He looked up
suddenly and purposefully met Naruto’s eyes. “Be careful of him right now. He’s
planning something. Don’t get sucked in. He is the master of deception.”
“And I’m the master of debating,” Naruto
growled, “so back off, okay? Like hell I would placate
that bastard! Look what he’s done to my poor Sasuke!”
Said Sasuke didn’t even look up at the
sound of his name, nor did he move at all.
Neji came into the room at Kisame’s
signal. Kneeling beside Sasuke, he took his hand in his. “Sasuke-kun? Sasuke, I
need to ask you a few questions about the television interview…” He looked
helplessly at Naruto when Sasuke remained statuesque.
Naruto lightly ran his fingers through
Sasuke’s deep black locks before rubbing small circles on the small of his
back. “Sasuke-love… Sasuke, I know this is hard for you, but we need to ask you
a few questions.” He slipped his warm, tan hand into Sasuke’s pale, clammy one
before resting his head on the other’s shoulder. “Sasuke… It’ll be all right.
No one’s going to hurt you…”
When Sasuke remained unresponsive,
Naruto wrapped his arms around the smaller boy, completely enveloping him.
“Kisame-san… Neji-kun… Could we continue this conversation tomorrow…? Please?”
Neji stared at Naruto for a long time,
his pearly white eyes staring right through his blue-eyed friend, opals meeting
sapphires. After nearly a minute, he finally sighed. “All right, Naruto. We’ll
meet at my house at 9:30 tomorrow morning. Bring Pein, and I’ll ask Hinata’s
mother to distract him while we talk. I think she has a dinner party to go to
next weekend, so she’ll be in the market for a bodyguard.”
A quick nod, a simple, “Thank you.”
Naruto picked up the frozen boy in his arms, bridal style, and watched as he
fell into a fitful sleep. Kisame followed them immediately, and the glare he
shot Orochimaru was enough to make Naruto cringe. Orochimaru, however, merely smiled.
“Oh, I see how it is, Kisame,” the snake
smirked. “I would have half a mind to tell Itachi who you’ve been meeting
with…if I didn’t love my little Sasuke-kun so much.”
Naruto felt the growl in the back on his
throat, and his lips peeled back to show his sharp, white teeth. He
subconsciously pulled the sleeping boy closer to his chest before heading out
of the restaurant, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling.
When they arrived back at the apartment,
Orochimaru slipped into the shadows without saying a word. Naruto had had half
a mind to have Kisame take up Sasuke while he beat the shit out of the snake,
but one look at the sleeping boy in his arms drove all thoughts of violence
from his mind.
“Thanks, Kisame,” Naruto mumbled before
letting himself into the apartment. Forgoing the stairs, he took the elevator
up to the fifth floor, never once letting go of the dark-haired boy. He knocked
softly on the Uchiha apartment door before realizing it was unlocked. He
reached the bedroom and softly set him on the bed.
Slowly, gently, so as not to wake him,
Naruto stripped Sasuke down to his boxers and pulled the covers over his
slender form. After several tries, Naruto found himself
unable to tear himself away from the beautiful boy; he stripped down as well
and climbed under the covers, careful not to disturb Sasuke, before wrapping
his arms around his waist.
“Good night, Sasuke-love,” Naruto
whispered. “I love yo…” He had already drifted off to
sleep before he had finished the word.
In his sleep, Sasuke rolled over and
snuggled closer to the warmth that was Naruto. His arms and legs wrapped
themselves around him as if holding on for dear life. He whispered Naruto’s
name before drifting off into even deeper sleep.
So…I
haven’t gotten very far in the Shippuden series (I’m
on maybe episode 30, which is why I’m hesitant to use Sai, Pein, or Zetsu in
this story, even though the former two have already appeared in this story),
but when I saw that mouth on
Deidara’s hand—I nearly lost my
lunch. I don’t know why…it’s just so—EERIE!!!
I mean…can you imagine him jerking off?! I mean, I guess it would feel good (I
wouldn’t really know, though, since I’m missing that anatomical part and have
the other one instead), but…can you imagine if he managed to hide his hand and
went on a date with someone and they’re home doin’
the nasty nasty and his date feels this friggin’ TONGUE on his who-ha but noooo
Deidara’s tongue is currently down his throat—I mean, that’s just gotta lead to
awkward questions. …The point of this story is that I was watching Shippuden in a rolly chair, and
when I saw that friggin’ hand, I literally pushed
myself backward away from my computer a good ten feet, a scream stuck in my
throat. No joke. It just gives me the heebie jeebies.
So,
here’s a little side note as to the floor plan of Sasuke/Naruto’s apartments,
just in case you have trouble imagining it. For Naruto’s apartment, you enter
and emerge in the living area; the kitchen is to the right. Walk down a short
hallway; the laundry area is to the right and a bathroom to the left. Straight
ahead is a bedroom (Naruto’s). To the right is another bedroom (Naruto uses
this as a storage area). There is a bathroom between the two bedrooms but it is
only accessible by the spare bedroom. Sasuke/Itachi’s floor plan is the same,
just mirrored and rotated. You enter and emerge in the living area; the kitchen
is straight ahead. There is a hallway to the left. On the left is a bathroom,
to the right, the laundry area. Straight ahead is
Sasuke’s bedroom, and to the right is Itachi’s. Between the two bedrooms is a
bathroom accessible only through Itachi’s bedroom.
Please
review! :)
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