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June 10th
Cerulean blue eyes slowly awaken as sunlight sneaks through the cream curtain openings to the 24 year olds face. "Time to get up already, damn." Naruto groans. Sitting up in his white V-neck and dark blue boxers, Naruto vigorously rubs at his eye lids to further awaken them, his dark green sheets gathering at his waist. As he turns to step out of bed, the same forsaken picture that has caught his eyes every day for the past seven years beckons to him once again.
Cradling the seven-year old picture in his hands, Naruto Uzumaki stares down somberly at the image; one that brings back far too many memories, and opens up too many still raw scars.
The image is of him and a long time ago raven-haired friend….arms wrapped around each other, faces pressed together. His sun-kissed hair and skin contrasting starkly with the cream porcelain skin of him. His eyes a bottomless midnight black hole; fully consuming, all-knowing, enticing, alluring, and most importantly warm—warm with a soft familiarity of a bond that seemed just so unbreakable. Warm eyes holding compassion and love, eyes that once held deep pain and sorrow, but in this moment held only jubilance.
Naruto's eyes flicker back to his own self within the image. His show's the same elation and adoration of the person he's so dearly holding on to, his face revealing hint of longing. It's a truly beautiful picture and if one didn't know any better, they'd say the magnitude of the friends' feelings goes deeper than a lifelong friendship.
If one didn't know any better, they'd say they were in love.
This thought prompts a snort out of the Uzumaki's lips. Too late for that idea, Naruto reminisces.
"It's far too late." he tells himself.
"Shit I'm late." Twenty-four year old Uchiha Sasuke muttered absently to himself as he was struggling to find his belt.
Yes, Sasuke Uchiha, recent law school graduate was late for work. Just finishing school this past May at Akane Law School, the top Law School in the nation, he was recently employed at Kazuto Law firm, a firm known for its superiority among other firms in all areas of law.
Hence why being late was not an option—especially this early into his employment.
Now moving on to search his apartment for his shoes, both clothes and papers, and even furniture was all thoroughly examined (somehow the Uchiha managed to do this in an orderly fashion since he did prefer things neat).
Adorning a sharp yet library classic look, his apartment has the versatility of being extremely warm and welcoming to almost cold and apathetic—like its owner. The walls painted black gave a dark appeal, yet the huge window view taking up almost all the space of a wall gave the apartment some brightness and vitality. The curtains were a light baby blue, soft and inviting. By the side was a large bookcase filled with books ranging from school books to classics to one's for personal pleasure. Two black sofas and a coffee table with more books, some flowers, and candles were also present.
There was light brown wood flooring complimented with a light gray Hermine throw. To the side lay his grand piano, hand carved German cello, and his classic guitar—all items cherished deeply. To finish the look, two soft glowing silver floor lamps and one table lamp were present, their light illuminating the renaissance art hanging above them.
Finding his shoes behind his mini azalea plant, the Uchiha glanced up at the mirror above.
Today he was showcasing off a thin black suit top and black bottoms, a black tie, and a crisp white-collar shirt that was a bit loose with one button left undone. A gold and black watch was left to grace his right wrist. Simple, yet effective; his clothes and accessories revealed his laid-back personality and his ability to be stoic and serious. Looking up at his face, he found his hair is in its usual style; long bangs up front, some drooping over his eyelids, and the rest spiked up in the back.
As he turned to exit out the door, he too is drawn by an object each day; a silver necklace with a cross. The cross holds in the middle of its intersection, an electric blue diamond carved stone. He hates the object with all his might, yet can't seem to throw the damn thing away.
Clipping it in its place around his neck, he leaves the condo with one word in mind.
Naruto
Exiting out of the train station, Naruto was making his way through the streets to get to work right about when someone yelled—
"Hey Uzumaki!"
Said blonde turned around to see his long-time friend, Kiba Inuzuka. Now Kiba Inuzuka was a rare case indeed. Seemingly at first a rambunctious, love lost flake of a friend—Inuzuka proved otherwise to not only be reliable, and at times serious, but also compassionate, attentive, and understanding. Behind his cockiness was a level-headed person who truly cared about others, even before his own needs.
Today was not the case.
Kiba's appearance today was at best…disheveled. His white button up shirt was crinkled, half buttoned, and pushed up halfway to his elbows. His hair was a wild short brown mess upon his head. His dark grey pants noticeable not ironed, and his jacket, rumpled, was held in one hand, and the other hand holding his brief case that barely closed with papers sticking out all over the place. Though unlike Kiba's attire, his face was bright (his family birthmark of red triangles never failing to catch the eye), and his eyes held a mixture of amusement and irritation.
Now Naruto wasn't the swankiest man in town, but he did put in some effort in his clothing choices for work. His light brown jacket, although pushed up to his elbows was ironed, and his collar shirt was buttoned up leaving two buttons open. His light brown suit pants, although not crisp to perfection, did have a neat appearance. Naruto's hair was constantly unruly and therefore unfixable. Therefore his only fault was his detective briefcase matching the appearance of his friend's.
"What do you want Inuzuka? Can't you leave an honest man trying to get to work alone?" Naruto joked.
"Honest man my ass! You said you'd wait for me at the train station today!" Kiba yelled, making his way toward the other young man.
"Well Kiba, I did wait, and then I saw if I stayed any longer waiting for your hopeless case I'd be late to work. Again." Naruto pointed out.
"Hey wait a minute there Uzumaki, I'm not the only one who makes us late. There have been plenty of times when you've overslept, missed your train, and blatantly forgotten about work that have made us late." This statement made the blond man blush as he couldn't even deny it. "So don't point your fingers at me!"
"Yeah well wasn't it you Kiba who made us so late last time the Captain embarrassed us in front of the whole department? She screamed at us about how we should have never made it out of the academy and weren't even fit to be human beings, talk about Detectives. She assigned us "sanitation" duties till she deemed us fit enough to do our jobs again."
"Yea yea old news, but anyway I had to pay extra money to take the BUS! I already paid for my train ticket and then was forced to pay for this dumbass bus ticket that dropped me off an extra mile away! I mean seriously can't a detective just catch a break every—
Walking up towards their building, Naruto listened to Kiba's chatter, his mind wandering elsewhere as his friend complains.
Turning his attention back to in front of him, his heart stops beating for one second as he views the familiar hair, face, and body only ten feet in front of him. The raven man looks as stunning as he ever did, and even more so handsome with the years gracing him with strong, sharp, and mature features—different from the younger, boyish looking ones that were transitioning to manhood all those years ago. Completely oblivious to Kiba's babble, Naruto stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes raptured.
Having not seen him in seven years, his personal life long enigma stood in front of him, close enough for him to touch. He couldn't resist his mouth releasing a single phrase he's been dying to say for years.
"Sasuke?"
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