Hi guys this is my new fanficton of Sasunaru, So I hope you will support my Sasunaru fanfiction hopefully you like it...
Desclaimers: I don't own Naruto
Warnings: Yaoi pairs, Sasunaru pairs, and other pairs, OOC's
Summary: Naruto Uzumaki banked everything he had on saving his family farm. But after one accident too many to his and to his award-winning colt it was time to hire a bodygaurd. But the minute he saw Sasuke Uchiha, he knew he could do more damage to his heart than some faceless strangers could do to his home.
Sasuke Uchiha raced for the barn with the echo of man's scream still reverberating inside his head. He was hours late, thanks to an accident of the freeway from Louisville.
Was it Naruto Uzumaki the man he'd been hired as a bodyguard to protect? If it was he'd already blown his assignment.
He ran throught the massive door way into the stable and slid to a stop, prepared for a figth.
The familiar smell of fresh shaving raked his senses but didn't dull the blade of caution sawing back and forth across his nerves.
All these years he'd wanted to see Rasengan Farm again, but not like this. Not with the grip of caution squeezing deep in his chest.
The caverous stable was dark, the only light emenating from te open door of the tack room in the right-hand corner.
Was he there?
He started to turn for it, but saw a flash of movement to his left.
Pivoting he saw a man sprint out of the shadows and head for the exit. He was wearing a bandanna to disguise his face and a stocking cap pulled low on his forehead.
Sasuke bolted and tackled him three feet from the door.
The thug fought hard, rolled over and chucked a handful of sawdust into Sasuke's face.
Blinded for an instant, Sasuke snagged the thug around the ankles on the was down and pulled him to the floor.
His captive kicked like a mule wrenching a single booted foot free from his graps and slammed it into Sasuke face.
A gash opened hot liquid streamed across his cheek bone.
He let go hoping for another chance to apprehend the thug from a stanching position.
Scrambling to his feet he made another lunge for the bandana-wearing perpetrator but the other man beat him by a second, dodged left and ran out the barn door into the night.
Sasuke shook off the mental annoyonce at being a step behind. That's why he was here that's why he'd been relegated to this detail. to refine his skills again.
Wiping a hand across his face he cleaned some of thee clebris out of his eyes and turned back into the barn.
"Mr. Uzumaki!" He stepped forward trying to make form out of the shadows.
"Naruto Uzumaki!"
The excited shuffle of horse hooves drew his attention to the first stall where a nervous throughbred pace around inside the twenty-by-twenty foot square.
He reached his hand through the upper railing to tuoch the horse's muzzle.
"Get away from him!"
Jerking back he flattaned against the wall of the stall, prepared to take on another attack, but the decisive ting of metal boring into wood locked him in place.
"Who are you?" A man stood in front of him. His eyes wide, breath coming in gasps that accentuated his state of agitation.
He was glued to the wall where the pitcfork he'd knifed at him had skewered the folds of his shirt, barly missing the concealed weapon holstered to his belt. He didn't like feeling pinned like a moth to an insect board in science class.
Detemination set his features and glimmered in his eyes.
"Sasuke Uchiha, Your Konoha Agency refferal. I'm the bodyguard you hired to protect from thugs like that."
His shoulder drooped for a second and he let out a sigh but the leery stare still huanted his azure eyes. "You have ID,"
"In my wallet,"
He didn't move "Toss it here,"
Sasuke dug into the back pocket of his jeans with his left hand, pulled out his wallet and lobbed it on the ground next to him.
Reaching down, he scooped it up withouth taking his eyes off him. Flipping it open, he did a quick comparison. "You look better without blood on your face,"
"Are you okay?"
"Hn I'm fine." He closed his wallet and dropped it on the ground. Steppping up he grasped the handle of the pitchfork in both hands and worked, it out of the wall freeing him.
"It's the second time this week someone has tried to get my horse. That bandanna-wearing bastard woke me up when he tried to jimmy the lacth on the stall door," Almost on cue the horse in the stable behind him thrust his head over the gate and bobbed head up and down several times.
"But I'm not your assignment Mr. Uchiha. Kurama is," he pointed at the horse.
Sasuke sputered, dragging the residual particles of sawdust up onto his tongue where he wiped them off with the back of his hand.
"I'm in the business of protecting people, not horses."
"Konoha assured me you could handle this assignment. He claimed you have lots of experience with racehorses."
Kurama bobbed his head again as if he ewere in some sort of conspiratorial agreement.
Another protest churned inside of him, but he held it in taking in the subtle shade of sleep deprivation tinting the skin under his expressive eyes, and the cot made up next to the stall gate with a thick sleeping bag to keep out the chill in the December air.
"You're been sleeping out here?"
"Yeah. Every night since I received anonymous threat over the telephone the day after Kurama won the Clark Handicap at Whilpool country two weeks ago."
"That's impressive, Mr. Uzumaki, but he's just a horse, and I usually protect those standing on tow legs,"
His eyes went wide his body stiffined he'd insulted him.
"He's not just any horse, Teme! He going to win the Kentucky Derby, the Preakness and the Belmont Stakes. The triple Crown, Mr. Uchiha."
Kurama bobbed his head.
Amusement glided over Sasuke nerves. It wouldn't serve to insult him again and from the set of his jaw to the surety in his sexy azure eyes, he knew he was certain. He'd seen the obsession before expreinced its destructire power firsthand people with that much belief, in something they couldn't control belonged in Gamblers Anonymous.
"Do you have any idea who's behind the threat against your throughbred?"
"I didn't recognize the voice behind the phone and my caller ID registered it as an unknown number. It could be from half the farms in Mist Country, anyone with Derby prospect. Thry're been slinking around my practice track clicking thier stop watches from behind the bushes since early this fall they're seen the speed he has and they don't want to compete against him."
He stepped to the horse and stroked his hand along the wide white blaze zigzagging down the big bays forehead.
his dropped slightly, his eyes blinked shut.
Even a nivice could see the man loved his animal and believed in him, but he knew the inherent error in his thinking.
"I've got a first-aid kit in the tack room. I'll clean up,"
He headed for the open door. "Besides I'd like too what sort of man my money gets me."
Sasuke scooped up his wallet and fell in behind him as he headed for the tack room in the coener of the barn, watching the sway of his slinder hips clad in tight jeans.
The new put unexpected hustle in his step.
Naruto Uzumaki wa all grown up. A far cry from the boy he remembered seeing once twenty-two years ago. He'd gone from a freckle-faced kid with long, blonde hair to a slender man who at the moment turned up the heat in his blood.
"How long have you been running Rasengan Farm?"
"Since my father had a stroke about the time Kurama was foaled."
Sasuke footsteps falered his dad's old nemesis, Minato Namekaze was still alive?"
"It put him in wheelchair and he never mustered the courage or the physical ability to get out of it." Naruto stepped through the tack room door with every nerve in his sustem attuned to the man behind him. Even bloody and covered with grit he caused an instant attraction just the surface of his tanned skin.
Sasuke footsteps faltered into the tack room right behind him.
"Sit." He gestured to a stool pushed under the edge of a workbench against the side wall Sasuke pulled it out and sat down crossing his arms over his chest.
He turned around to reach into an overhead cupboard and grab the first-aid kit. He was unprepered for the sweet smile on his generous lips when he turned back around or the fact that it was directed at him.
"Konoha did a get job referring you. You're jut what I needed_ someone who looks the part and fits in with my work crew. No suit-and-tie stuffered shirt aviator shades you know, the movie-star-bodygaurd type."
"I aim to please." And he planned to give Hatake Kakashi the owner of Konoha Agency a good understanding of the less-than-idael employment situation he found himself in right now. Bodyguard a horse. He undcrossed arms and watched his smile fade.
He cleared his throat and put the kit down on the work counter next to him. "For what it's worth Sasuke I can call you that, can't I?"
Engrossed in the pleasent vibe jolting his body, he almost fell off the stool when he reached out, grasped his chin and forcibly tipped his face up toward the overheard light.
"You can call me anything you like, Mr. Uzumzki. You're paying the bells."
A slight furrow formed between his eyesbrows and smoothed a second later.
"Call me Naruto please ooh, he kicked you good."
It took every ounce of restraint he had to ignire the heat pulsing from his hand and spreading on his skin. His grasp was firm but tender. He let go and opened the kit.
"It's a clean cut. I'll glue it shut."
"Glue?"
AS trick I learned from my dad. Super glue works wonder on clean cut. Barely leaves scar."
Annoyonce pitted his throughts and dragged a reply up his throat, but clamped down on it. Soon enough he'd discover that scarrinbg was the least of his worries. Refocusing he studied his delicate hands as he menipulated a piece of gauze and a bottle of rubbing alcohol.
Curiosity opened up inside of him. He reached out and grabbed his right hand the instant he set the bottle down. Turning it over he started at the bridfge of hardened calluses spanning his palm. " Work crew, huh." A tinge of color spead on his cheeks. He swallowed hard and pulled his hand back.
"Someone has to make sure Kurama gets his run for roses."
Irritation flooded his brian, but didn't have the heart to tell him the odds weren't in his hose's favor. "I'll take up the slack for you, since I'll be here 24/7," He stared in his eyes, but it wasn't appriceation he saw there. "Don't worry. I can protect you're horse at the same time,"
There it was, a brief viel of relief passing over his features for an instant he like it but didn't stay long enough.
"I hope so," Naruto whispered. He raised the gauze and began dabbing at the cut on Sasuke cheekbone. "Things haven't been the same around here since my dad had his stroke." Not the same was an understatement, a sweet lie he wasn't proud of but didn't care to clear up with the muscle bound protector he been forced to hire using some of the farm's draining liquidity. Between his Derby ambitions, Rasengan Farm operating expenses and his father's private nurse, there was no room for financial surprises like having to hire a bodyguard.
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