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Part Seven

The phone was set to vibrate when someone called. Even that
made a lot of noise, clicking against the wood of the nightstand. Sasuke had
woken up some time ago, but he refused to move. The sunlight was too bright,
and every time the phone would start another series of vibration, they were
making a zillion painful supernovas flash in front of his eyes, just before
traveling down to his stomach to trigger intense waves of nausea. The easy
solution would be to turn the fucking thing off, to throw it across the room
until all that�s left are little, very little and non-vibrating pieces. But it
was one thing to think that, and completely other to move. Moving was
not a good idea at all at the moment; it was making his stomach revolt and
heave. Wetly.

When the vibrating finally stopped, it was a little bit
better. The urge to puke passed, even if the headache remained. Sasuke pulled
the covers off, refusing to wonder at the moment why was he sleeping with his
pants and socks on. Well, okay, he didn�t have to wonder, it was clear � from
the intense headache, thirst and the sickness - that he was too drunk last
night to get into bed on his own. What he was actually refusing to think about
were his parents, helping him there. They certainly couldn�t be very happy
about it. Maybe he even puked on them.

He was in for a horrible day.

Slowly, Sasuke got up to use the bathroom. The house was
silent and fortunately, for once, there was no smell of food in the hallway,
coming from the kitchen. Some cold water did as much as it was reasonable to
expect. Drying off under the cold air Sasuke let into the bathroom through the
small window actually made him feel better.

When he walked back into his room, the phone was vibrating
again. Even though it was still unpleasant, the felling was not nearly as
intense as it was earlier. Sasuke looked at the blinking screen. Neji Hyuuga,
it said.

They were� together the previous night. They were at Lee�s
birthday party - after leaving the restaurant. There was alcohol there - that
explained the hangover, but not Sasuke�s decision to drink it. Sakura was
giving him a speech of some sort, he was barely listening. And there was also
Naruto. A lot of Naruto, only the tread of memory became kinda� thin there.

Neji was really persistent, so Sasuke picked up.

�Yes?� He said. His voice sounded like his vocal cords
barely survived an acid attack.

�Were you downstairs already? Did you talk to your parents?�
Neji demanded to know without any introduction. His voice was too loud, so
Sasuke moved the phone away from his ear, resenting the urge to groan.

�No. I just woke up.�

�Do you remember last night?� Neji asked again. There was
some hesitation in his voice. That wasn�t good, it just couldn�t be. But
suddenly, Sasuke was very grateful Neji called him before he saw his parents.

�Yes, until a point.� He said and waited.

�It�s not too bad.� Neji said. �Or it wasn�t while we were
there, though you had said some things� But that doesn�t matter. I wanted to
check how it went last night with your parents.�

�I don�t know.� Sasuke said. What in the name of God came
over him, why was he drinking? That was such a horrible decision. There were
too many things he could have given away, especially in the last couple of
months. �You think I might have� said something?�

�Er.� Sasuke�s insides cringed. Since when was Neji making
that kind of uncertain noises? �I suggest you call that friend of yours before
you go downstairs. The blonde one? Naruto?�

The anxiety bent, twisted and rose until it was just a
breath away from being dread.

�Naruto.� Sasuke repeated, after
inhaling slowly, deeply. It wasn�t a question. He didn�t want to ask questions.

�We had tried to take you at least to the door ourselves.�
Neji said. He probably meant, Hinata and him. �Suffice to say you were not very
cooperative. Your father seemed upset. But he told Naruto to get you inside and
slammed the door to our faces.�

Blindly � because his eyes were closed against the
brightness of the outside and the strain to remember � Sasuke found the bed
behind him and set down. Naruto was the one who brought him home? Naruto? Because Sasuke � what? Didn�t allow anyone
else to touch him? Yeah, he wasn�t very touchy-feely at best of times, alcohol
usually made it worse.

And that, apparently, was one of those defense switches
Naruto was turning off automatically, without any effort at all.

�Crap.� He said into the phone, not caring any longer that
it was Neji on the other side. What was it that was waiting for him downstairs?
It wasn�t like his parents to yell and make scenes, not if the things wasn�t
really big, but that didn�t mean he would not get �I�m disappointed in you�
looks and a lot of silence. Those were worse than yelling anyway.

Sasuke had some problems to take in enough air into his
lungs after that thought.

�Talk to your friend first.� Neji advised. �But I wanted to
tell you something else.�

Whatever was it, Sasuke didn�t really want to hear. Not
right than. But Neji continued anyway. �Last night� I think Hinata had
something to drink, too.�

Great, not that would turn out to be his fault, too. �I�m
sure it wasn�t too much.�

�No,� Neji said. Sasuke�s slow, soaked brain registered that
he wasn�t upset, so no one would probably blame him. �She had just enough to
inform Uncle that she wants to re-qualify and be a nurse, instead of going to
college.�

Well, for those who knew how to use it properly, alcohol
could obviously do some good. �Good for her.�

�He actually reacted better than I expected. I guess he was impressed
by her determination.�

�Why are you telling me about it?� Sasuke asked. He would
have found out eventually, but Neji and him were not
exactly close, so that sharing information on family things was odd.

�That means she won�t be coming to the city in the fall.�
Neji explained. �I believe Uncle asked your father if you�re going to take the
second bedroom.�

�The one without a terrace?� Sasuke
asked, remembering some of the things Neji was saying last night. He was really
annoying. But the place sounded great. And Neji would probably leave him alone
as much as he wanted. It was certainly safer than to get an apartment with some
strangers.

�Er.� Neji said, for the second time for the length of one
conversation. Sasuke held his breath to hear the next part. �Try not to talk
about terraces in front of your school friends a lot.�

What kind of enigmatic warning that was? Can�t he just say
something clearly? �Why?�

�Because it�s going to be bad enough
without it.� Neji answered without really answering. �Think about the
apartment, I�d rather have you than a complete stranger, at least I know you�d
be there to study and not have parties. And talk to Naruto before going
downstairs.�

The phone clicked and the connection broke. Sasuke sighed,
inhaling until his toes filled with oxygen and his chest started to hurt. His
headache wasn�t subduing. What the hell was that about terraces? Did he say
anything? But what the hell could be so compromising about talking about�.

�Is it really high?� Low, frustrated whisper brushed
warmly against his skin. �Can I drop you from it?�

�You don�t want that.� Sasuke answered. He was
warm and comfortable after sitting somewhere where it was cold, where he was
alone and unhappy. �You want��

Well, shit. He had said that aloud, in the middle of Lee�s
living room, to Naruto - who was helping him to stand. Sasuke flipped
his phone open. He had Naruto�s number, but he never used it before. Dialing,
the screen was saying as he stared at it. Naruto picked up after four of five
rings.

�Hey.� He said, sounding nervous. Probably knew who it was.
Sasuke wasn�t really surprised.
�What,� He started, but his voice cracked in the middle. Heh. It seems that was kind of upset. �What the hell were
you thinking?�

Something clacked on the other side. Naruto said, slowly as
if he was thinking what Sasuke could be talking about. �I�ll take it you are
not having a lovely morning.�

�Oh, no, it�s great. Trying to remember if I said anything
to make my parents hate me forever last night is a load of fun.� Sasuke bit,
but there were needles of nausea toward the end of the sentence stabbing at his
stomach. He should probably keep his talking to a minimum.

�You�re being a drama queen.� Naruto informed him politely.
�They won�t hate you and you didn�t do anything that can�t be excused with the
amount of alcohol you had. Well, not in public anyway.�

One thing at the time, damn it. �I
remember saying at least one thing � in the middle of Lee�s living room with a
lot of people around � that nothing can excuse! What the fuck were you
thinking? You should have stayed away from me.�

Talking. Minimum.
Damn!

�How was I supposed to know you�re so clingy?!� Naruto
snapped. Something clicked and banged on his side again, just as Sasuke opened
his mouth to retort, and Naruto snapped again, but not in the phone this time.
�Why do you think people talk on the phone in the toilet? It�s private, get
out!� A distant voice said something incomprehensible. �Use the girls� � Then I
suggest you ask for some diapers!�

The door, because that had to be it, banged closed again.
Naruto said into the phone. �You still there?�

Sasuke sighed. �I need to know if I said something like that
in front of my parents.�

�Let me think.� Naruto said. Even through the phone, Sasuke
could hear the echoes of him pacing around the bathroom, but he waited. �Yeah, sort of. When your father asked why were you, er,
clinging? You remember that?�

�No.� Thank God.

�Well, Hinata�s cousin told him you almost fell, so you
were, you know, afraid it would happen again��

Sasuke snapped again, �Just say it already!�

�You sort of corrected him, saying it was because I smell
good.�

All right, that wasn�t good, and his father wasn�t stupid,
but� It wasn�t as bad as the �you want to fuck me� thing. It wasn�t� too
horrible. A little relived, Sasuke sighed and repeated, �You should�ve stayed
away.�

�You were freezing in the back room, that�s where I found
you.� Naruto said. His voice was a lot softer. �Hinata and Neji were supposed
to take over, but you are not easy to convince even when you�re sober. And your
parents were really nice to me. Your father drove me home.�

�Nice?� They were nice, of course they were, but Naruto was
taking about his father being nice to him. When he brought Sasuke home
drunk, er, clinging. Surely he was�. making things sounds better then they
were.

�Yeah, they gave me orange juice and everything.� Naruto
answered. He sounded as if he was grinning. �I didn�t drink it, though. You
never know, and I saw �Meet the Parents� twice,
there are so many ways to��

�You�re babbling.� Sasuke cut in to inform him. Naruto
wasn�t really expecting him to keep up with all that wasn�t he? �You saw what
twice?�

It was actually kind of nice. Naruto was speaking softly
into the phone � presumably so no one would overhear - so it wasn�t as
unpleasant as talking to Neji. His voice was more pleasant, somehow� melodic.
Sasuke let his head fall back down on the pillow and closed his eyes again.

�You know, the movie? When that guy
meets his girlfriend�s parents and her father is ex-CIA agent? And there is a
cat that can...�

The headache came back full force. Sasuke snapped. �I�m not
your fucking girlfriend, Naruto.�

�Well it sure felt that way! He was asking questions about
my parents and future plans and if I was the one who gave you alcohol, we were
a polygraph and porn talk away from that scene in the movie�� What kind of
movie was that, anyway? Polygraph and porn talk? �And they have sent me
upstairs to put you in you in bed, you know. Great room - a
little bare. But, you know, it suits you��

�Shut up.� Sasuke told him, sighing. Too much information
was too much, and Naruto rambling was not easy to handle even when his head
wasn�t pulsing in agony. �Just shut up.�

�Er.� Naruto answered. �Okay.�

He really shut up. Sasuke could hear him breathe through.
�They let you up to my room?�

��I can talk now?� Naruto tested. Even though obviously a
joke, it didn�t set well in Sasuke�s stomach. Can�t he just be serious for a
moment? �Alright, don�t growl at me. Yeah, your mother showed me the way and
left me to take you inside.�

While his father was doing what - beating
up the wall in the kitchen with his head? Shooting
rats in the basement? Calling Itachi to inform him that he will be
disowned legally for ruining his other son? It can�t be delayed for too long,
so Sasuke will find out very soon. �You should have at least taken my socks
off. They smelled horribly this morning.�

Naruto snorted. �You are lucky you woke up without things
drawn on your face.� Then he added, even lower. �And, you know, with your
underwear still on.�

�And his virginity intact? Yeah, quite a favor Naruto did
him there. He could have woken up with horrible anal pain, with his face badly
painted to look like a clown and bloody bits of Naruto�s corpse all over the
sheets. He will have to remember and thank who ever was in charge for miracles
he woke up just with a horrible headache.

��What would you do with my underwear? Sniff it?�

�That was not the point,� Naruto told him, snickering. God,
but it felt too fucking good to make him laugh. �Well, he probably deserved a
little reward for not taking advantage of drunken people. �And you know it.�

What Sasuke knew was that he should end the conversation and
go downstairs. It didn�t sound too awful, he didn�t say � or do anything too
horrible. It won�t be fun, but it wasn�t the end of the world. But in order to
do that, he was first supposed to say goodbye and end the conversation. And that, he really didn�t want to do.

�He was asking me about Itachi when he found out I lived in
the Home.� Naruto said after letting Sasuke think for a moment. �It was kinda
sweet, he seemed so proud when I told him how Itachi�s helping us a lot and
all. Your parents were really sweet. I have no idea why are you so��

Fortunately, Naruto sighed and shut up on his own. He was
talking about Sasuke�s father, wasn�t he? And he was saying that his father was
talking about Itachi, voluntarily? Was that some new development or was
he always talking about Itachi with strangers? And what the
hell � proud? He hated Itachi going off to work for social
service. He wanted his sons to continue family tradition � he had said so many
times in past.

And after all, Naruto had a lot to drink himself.

�You were having hallucinations. You drank a lot.�

�But I wasn�t actually drunk.� Naruto told him patiently,
like talking to a stupid person. Too much time around Home
delinquents? Hn. �Takes a lot. Besides, you get oddly and suddenly sober
when facing someone you know owns a gun. Your father is very��

Intimidating? �Sweet?�

�Er. In a tough-cop fatherly way, yeah.�

Now break up the conversation, damn it. �I have to go
downstairs and talk to them.�

�Oh.� Naruto said, sounding disappointed. �Don�t forget to
mention you had pants on when you woke up! And that I wasn�t the one who gave
you alcohol! Oh, and��

Well, that certainly made hanging up easy. Sasuke, feeling a
little better � on a general level, the headache was still stabbing at several
strategic points of his head � changed his clothes and walked downstairs. The
intense light that was blinding him through the huge hallway window left his
sight blurry for long seconds after walking by it. The little flashback he had
on the level -�No more stairs.� He had announced, happy that the stupid
dragging was over with. Naruto had grumbled in response, annoyed, �I wish. Come
on�.�- wasn�t helping, because for some reason it was making him want to
stop and smile, despite of the bright spots messing with his sight.

Turning toward the kitchen, he heard a conversation. Maybe
someone was over? His parents were rarely talking these days. It has been so
very long since the last time he walked in on them simply� talking to each
other. Everyday pleasantries, yes, but this sounded like chatter.

He stopped just behind the door and listened, just in case.
He didn�t want some neighbor to see him like this, pale and shaking.

��And it�s not as if he liked it.� His mother was
saying, with a� yeah, it was a giggle. �You are lucky you survived that
evening, really.�

Just as muffled through the door, the response came, �I feel
lucky I survived every time after I see your father - to this day. No offense.�

As his mother gave out another giggle, a lovely sound that
reminded Sasuke of small bells ringing, he put his forehead on the smooth of
the door. There�s no doubt about it. They were talking about the first time his
father met his future father in law. They sounded like they were having a good
laugh, not like they were waiting for Sasuke to come down to scold him.

�So how would you feel if he got his hands on your police
files and brought them home to read over breakfast on Sunday morning?�

�I didn�t have a file.� Well, of course he had to have his
record clear. He knew he was going to be cop from when he was still learning
how to walk. It was same with Sasuke, really. It was what family did. It was
what they were supposed to do. �And this boy doesn�t have one, either.�

�As he told you last night.�

So it was about Naruto. Just great, not only Naruto
was cracking jokes about meeting his parents, his parents were cracking jokes
about meeting Naruto � and looking into official criminal records to check up
on him. Was he the only one who wasn�t okay with that? Because it sure seemed
like he wouldn�t be when he was talking to Neji.

�Yes, he surprised me. At first, when he said he�s living in
the Home�� There was no point in finishing that sentence; they all knew what
kind of reputation kids living there had, so Sasuke�s father just let the words
dry in air. �And I looked into the social service program he was talking about.
Itachi had recommended him. In fact, he is the first one who is trying
for it from our town in a long time.�

The wood was already warm under Sasuke�s forehead and his
heart was hammering. A chair would be so welcome about then, his knees were
sort of weak. He was shaking rather violently. Was he the only one his father
never talked about Itachi in front of?

�I really wish you just took his word for it.� The voice of
Sasuke�s mother came from the other side after a sigh. �I liked him. He seemed
honest.�

�Hn. He seemed familiar. I
wanted to know who his parents were. You probably remember them, too.� There
was no answer, but she had probably prompted him somehow, because he continued
after a pause. �About five years ago, there was a � a minivan accident. The
driver fell of the road trying to avoid a bus that lost control. That bus was
okay, but two people in the minivan died. The child that was with them survived.
He was sent to live with his Godfather.�

Sasuke remembered them, too, vaguely. Those were Naruto�s
parents? He survived the accident his parents died in? That was�

�I remember.� His mother sounded sorrowful. Was she thinking
about Naruto? About how he was alone, how he ended up? Because
Sasuke was. �The reporter from the city who got the
job as the executive editor on the local television, and his wife. She
was a pretty redhead thing. Yeah, I remember them.�

Fortunately, Sasuke�s father spoke again so he didn�t have
the time to think too much. �I met the guy. He was... I�m not sure. He was
friendly, I guess. They were barely living in town for several months then.�

�But everyone talked about them. Young woman with a child,
opening a � a fighting club, it was quite as sensation.�

�A what?

�I don�t remember that. A fighting club?�

�For kids to learn martial arts, something like that.� She didn�t sound completely sure about what kind
of club, she was struggling to find the right terms. �Hmmm, Kushina was her
name, I believe.�

�Yes. So that is where he learned it.�

There was clear amusement in his father�s voice, so Sasuke
listened carefully.

�Learned what?�

�Fighting. I told you he seemed
familiar?� No answer again, but the explanation came anyway. �About six months
after he was set in with his Godfather, the principal of his school reported to
social service. They didn�t know what to do, the kid
was missing too many classes. He was on his way to fail the year. They were worried, he was a very good student until then.�

Er. Naruto? They were
talking about Naruto, right?�

�Social service went a couple of times and they didn�t like
what they found. The kid was not under kept, but his Godfather is this old
drunk who spent his entire life chasing women and moving around.� The tone of
voice his father was using was as if he was reading off paper, but Sasuke
thought that it certainly couldn�t be worded like that. An official police
report, it had to sound� better. More official. �He
was dragging the kid with him on his trips around the country. We had to get involved, social service alone couldn�t force them apart.�

�I don�t see anything funny about that.�

Sasuke couldn�t see anything amusing about the story,
either. His father was sounding as if he was repressing a laugh while telling
it.

�It�s just... You only get to see once your fully trained
colleagues not being able to contain one fragile looking fourteen-year old
child. Naruto was throwing them around like manikin dolls.�

�While you were laughing at them?�

Sasuke snorted under his breath. Who knew his mother can use
such dry tone?

�I was coming up with a strategy.� His father answered.

He was too afraid he�d end up on his back, looking funny.
From the snort his mother let out in the kitchen, Sasuke was sure she thought
the same thing. It was an amusing little story, one that Sasuke would never get
to hear if not for� his shameless eavesdropping.

Maybe he should make a habit out if it.

�So what was it that you came up with?�

�Er, one of guys scared us all for a moment,
it looked as if he actually got hurt. When the kid stopped to check on him,
someone grabbed him.�

Stopped to check on him? How come if they were falling
around like dolls that Naruto was worried about one guy, anyway? How could he
be sure the rest of them were good enough so he doesn�t have to check on them?
How good was he?

�It sounds to me like he�s a good kid that didn�t want to be
parted from the only family that he had left. Put those away, they are dusty.
I�ll put on some breakfast.�

�What are we having? I can�t smell anything.�

�I wasn�t cooking this morning. Sasuke should be up any
moment now.�

�So what?� It didn�t matter what
her reasons were, Sasuke was just grateful there was no heavy odor of fried
eggs in the air. There was some silence in the kitchen. What were they doing,
having a staring contest? �I won�t suffer on the Sunday morning without a
breakfast because he didn�t know what enough was and will be hungover!�

�I didn�t say you won�t get breakfast, I said I wasn�t
cooking this morning.� Sasuke was sort of startled at the tone his mother was
using. How could she just brush him off when he got mad so effortlessly?
�Sasuke will be beat up about it, you know how he is. Be the good cop for once,
okay?�

On the words, Sasuke pushed himself off the door so he
wouldn�t hear the answer. He didn�t want to go inside. They
never, never talked like that in front of him. Then
never acted so� normal. If he came in now, that entire light mood will
be replaced by the sour one that was always looming around the household. He
was better off back in his room. Maybe some more sleeping � without stinky
socks � would be a good idea.

Who would have thought that Naruto would brighten his
parents so much? Sasuke was thinking about it, trying to make his steps softer
up the stairs. It probably won�t last, but it was good to listen to them. He
wasn�t even feeling guilty about the eavesdropping. They mentioned Itachi. It
was just a sentence but� It was more about how naturally it was said. Like it wasn�t a big deal. Or like it won�t be a big deal
for long.

Passing Itachi�s door, Sasuke remembered another small
portion of conversation from the last night.

�Itachi�s� room.� He had
said, staring at Itachi�s door. �Not one single thing is moved. Like he�s dead.�

Naruto had stopped them and turned to look down at him.
After a moment, he softly said, �Or maybe they are just waiting for him to come
home.�

Sasuke opened the door. It was clean and dark inside; the
blinds were closed. The darkness took the most of his headache with his sight,
so Sasuke closed the door behind him. Itachi�s room was looking at the street,
something Sasuke was jealous about when he was young.

He walked to the bed and snuggled under the bedspread, registering vaguely that the room was just as warm
as the rest of the house. It was pleasant. It was comfortable. Sasuke was
asleep again very soon, but he had some time to remember and regret he forgot
to ask Naruto about one more detail. He had mentioned on the phone that Sasuke
didn�t do anything compromising in public. Did that mean that he had
done something when it was just the two of them?

***

By evening, Sasuke�s headache traveled until it was just
lingering at the back of his head, dull and heavy. He wasn�t sure what was
wrong, he just wanted to go back to bed and avoid eating and maybe die if that
would stop his head from falling over and apart. Painkillers were not helping.
He couldn�t stop the shaking chills. His mother took one look at him and insisted
that he should check his temperature, and it turned out that he was feverish.

Sasuke had spent a long, restless night. Not one of usual
domestic tricks for lowering his temperature had worked. First thing Monday
morning, he somehow managed to take a shower and walk to the car and to the
doctor�s office from there. It turned out that it was pneumonia, which seemed
odd at first because he was not coughing, but the doctor said the infection was
located in the area away from all major airways.

Well, there was a good part about it; it was that his
parents were too worried to say anything about what happened at Lee�s party and
why was he drinking. On the other hand, he was probably the only one who would
have to suffer for a month because he got drunk once. Wasn�t
really fair.

Also, he was missing school. But he didn�t have to sit for
his lessons to be able to learn them, so that wasn�t too bad. Or it will be,
once the medication kicked in and the power of thinking returned to him. Maybe
then, Sasuke can figure out how to make his parents talk to him like they do
with each other.

A/N: What? I said God only knows when it will be updated? But
my internet was down. I was bored. >.>

Okay, so I heard this story, from a cop in my family several
days ago� About a twelve-year kid who beat the crap out of him and three more
of his colleagues. They were trying to take his mother in, for a trial, she was
being sued by the, um, administration? For child neglect and wasn�t showing up
on her own. A little ironic, huh? Anyway, I just
couldn�t resist. I might use some other stories I heard from that cousin, but
they are not nearly as� mild.

So. Hope you like it. :D
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