I'm the Angriest Boy!

Dearest Readers,
I'm back and once again expressing my obsession with Victorian England. The pairing in this fic is Haku/Naruto so far but I'm going to make it evolve into something else that pleases my fans. Please rate and review. It makes me sad that I have nearly if not over 600 people reading my other fic, and only 6 taking the time to review it.
Yours Truly,
_xtabularasa

Small amounts of sunlight leaked through the seemingly opaque clouds of London. Streets were cast a dreary gray, and the people of the city stepped slowly as if their mood matched mother nature's. On the corner of 5th and Main Street, a newsboy stood in front of the Konaha Tenement building calling to passer-bys the latest news and headlines. His bell echoed down the dim streets of the down-beat town, and seemed to be only heard by himself. The men and women of London bustled by, their petticoats and jacket tails brushing the dampened floor, without so much as a glance at the poor boy. Sighing, the boy leaned back against the cold brick wall behind him, business was slow today and he hadn't even made a shilling yet. His heart sank at the thought of going home to not only no one, but also no food. He'd only made seven pennies, which wasn't even enough for a loaf of bread.


"Ay, me," he said softly, pulling the caller's cap from the top of small head to reveal dirtied blond locks. Closing his eyes, he brought a thin, tanned hand to his face to wipe the grime. Three scars were revealed from his action, and looking at his now filthy hand he stuck a plump, pink bottom lip out in distaste. Now he couldn't even save up the little money he had made for food, for he found himself in dire need of a hot bath. The small boy tucked his cap into his jumper pocket and sank to the floor with a pout, and a frown in his brilliant cerulean eyes. His foot dug into the crease between two bricks on the ground, and he rested his chin on his little knees. He didn't look up again until he saw the shadow looming over him.


The blond stood slowly, eying the woman before him. She was tall, about a foot and a half taller than himself, and had a pretty face with kind, dark eyes. "Little boy," she started, her hand coming up to pat his shoulder, "what's the going price of the paper in this town, dear?" The boy cleared his throat, his hand coming to a fist in front of his mouth as he did so, and his back unconsciously straightening. Before he could even part his lips to speak, however, the woman pulled a quid from her wallet and took his hand placing it in the palm and then closing his fingers around it for him, her gentle hands surrounding his. "Will this be enough?"


The blond stood still, staring into the face of the woman before him in shock. He'd never received a whole quid in one day, hell, he barely made one in three if he was having a good week. "M-Ma'm," he gasped, snapping out of his daze, "the paper's only a penny. I can't take this much for't."


The woman smiled kindly, amusement making her chocolate brown eyes sparkle like diamonds. Although the boy before her was obviously Japanese like herself, he had a thick middle-class English accent, which told her that he was probably raised in London. She pulled a paper from his shoulder bag and ruffled his blond locks. "You know," she chuckled, "some men might take it offensively if you call the 'ma'm'. And as for the pricing dilemma, why don't you allow an old fool to treat you to dinner? Consider it payment for your time."


The boy gasped and quickly began to try to explain himself, following the woman---man---as he began to walk down the street. "'m awful sorry, ma---sir---you see, 's just I thought you looked a li'l feminine, see. So's I assumed y'were a woman. I din't mean to insult, sir, honestly. Oh---me name's Naruto. And--"


"Haku." The older male interuppted, without turning to look at the boy following him.


"S'cuse me?"


"My name. It's Haku." The man turned and smiled, pulling the boy closer to him by the shoulder. Naruto could only stare, mesmerized by the simplest things about this man. Looking him over, Naruto was disappointed in himself for thinking he was a woman. If you looked closely, you could see the muscle rippling just beneath his pale skin. He was wearing a suit and a small hat, another detail that made the poor blond want to smack himself. Although Haku did have long, dark brown hair, it hung in a manly fashion, framing his squared jawline perfectly and accenting the angles of his face. It was undeniable that he was pretty, gorgeous even, but there was now no doubt in the young boy's mind that Haku was a man.


Naruto was pulled from his thoughts when his chaperon came to a sudden halt at the gate of a large home. Naruto hadn't even realized that he'd walked so far from his station and began to panic at the thought of how angry his boss would be. Naruto had already been in trouble with the man once for falling asleep on the job, and he didn't want to bring that anger down upon himself again. "Haku!" he protested, bringing a hand to the man's arm, "I need to get back. 'll get in trouble, I will. Lots of it. Me boss don't like it when I skip out on th' job." He looked over his shoulder as if to make sure his boss wasn't following him, trying to find him. Before he could turn to leave, Haku smiled down, clearing the boy's troubled little mind of all its worries almost instantly. The blond shifted from side to side, trying to remember what he was saying, but that was quickly crushed when Haku leaned down to level with the blond, his fingers caressing the tanned flesh of the scarred cheek in front of him. Naruto leaned into the touch, his eyes falling closed, concealing the deep sapphires that Haku hungered for. "Don't you worry," said the brunette, "if your boss has any problems with this at all, I'll speak with him, right? Right." Without any further hesitation, he took the tan hand in his and led Naruto through the threshhold of his front door and into his home.


Almost immediately, Naruto's sense of smell was assaulted with the warm, delightful scent of home-cooking. Someone must have been making soup, and he was almost positive that he smelled homemade bread--ahh, the best kind. His stomach roared at the idea of food and Naruto quickly hunched over, his arms encircling his small waist as if to smother the sound. His face heated up at the chuckle that came from the man above him, and he chewed his bottom lip in embarrassment. "You must me hungry, little one." Haku said with an amused smile. Naruto nodded, looking up shyly with an almost begging smile on his face. He hated the thought of begging, but the the thought of food overpowered that, and damnit, he was hungry!


Haku ushered the the boy up the stairs. "You can't eat until you wash up. The bathroom is at the end of the hall on the right. Go and take a nice, hot bath and I will have clothes laid out for you by the time you are done." He stopped halfway up the stairs, watching Naruto follow his instructions. Haku waited until he heard the click of the lock on the bathroom door before turning and leaning against the railing. A sigh released from his lips and he leaned his neck back, his eyes sliding closed. 'What the hell are you thinking, Haku?' he thought as his hand trailed down his down his stomach and between his legs to palm his growing erection. 'He's just a boy..." The man grunted and thrust his hips into his hand, grinding himself against his palm. 'Ahhh---but. . . I suppose it couldn't hurt just to help the boy. Teach him how to speak properly. . . . and such.' He squeezed his sex through his britches and sighed at the sensation that ran through his body. 'Yes. . . and such.'