"It's been ten years… I know that's a long time- but I still can't, stop thinking about them. Things ended so badly- I have so many regrets… I wish it could have been different, that maybe we were still friends afterwards… who am I kidding. I wish we never even ended… things would be so good now. They- made everything easier… they, made me happy. I can't even remember the last time I was happy, the last time I enjoyed a meal, had a lover, heck even a good nights sleep… I just wish I could get a second chance…"
The clock ticked, and the sound of a biro scribbling on paper accompanied it, creating an irritating and tense atmosphere in the diminutive room, occupied by nothing but a potted Ficus, a long leather couch and high backed leather arm chair, a standing lamp and an annoyingly bland painting of mount Fuji, and of course that wall clock, ticking and ticking indicating more of the allotted time slot slipping away.
"So- why are you here, what do you hope to achieve from these sessions?" The man was old, in is early fifties but good looking, his dark hair was going slightly silver but his face remained handsome behind half moon glasses, he wore a chic brown tweed suit with a blue tie and laid back in the arm chair, scribbling away in a little black book.
"I-… I don't know." Spat the other male in the room who sat up on the leather couch and ran his hands through his hair with a shake of his head.
Sasuke Uchiha was young, devilishly handsome and impeccably well dressed, his hair jet black and perfectly styled, sticking up at the back but flawlessly cut into neat bangs to shape his angelic chiselled face, though his profound, onyx eyes were heavy and sleepless, stress evident in the bags beneath them. "-It was work, they told me I needed to see someone, or else-… they'd have no choice but to sign me off." He admitted through gritted teeth, narrowing his eyes at the therapist sat opposite.
"I see…" The Doctor murmured back and set down his note pad, he leant forward to eye Sasuke with an 'understanding' expression carved expertly on his face.
"-And, this person… you're referring to as they, are they… male or female?" He asked cautiously and no sooner than the words left his mouth Sasuke shot to his feet, pulling on the lapels of his navy blue Versace suit, a stout and irritated, somewhat irked expression. "Why should it matter?! More to the point- why are you asking?! I'm not paying you to ask questions like that- hey stop writing that!" Sasuke suddenly became very angry and defensive, yanking the man's pen from his hand and snapping it clean in half. However the doctor remained perfectly calm, simply looking up at Sasuke with a soft, unadorned smile on his face.
"I think that answers my question." He said plainly, turning Sasuke's face a shade of puce.
"Are we done here? This is a waste of time." Sasuke spat and began pacing the small room.
"You did pay for a full hour session Mr. Uchiha." Said the doctor calmly with that same, placid smile.
"Fuck it- I'm leaving. Thanks for your time." Came Sasuke's bitter growl of response and with that he rapidly exited the therapy room and set off in a pissy march down the corridor, whipping out his iPhone 6 and speed-dialling one.
"Aah my dear little brother, how did your appointment with the shrink go?" The cool calm voice of Sasuke's old brother sounded from the phone, Sasuke cringed and held it away from him, already Itachi had pissed him off.
"He's not a shrink he's a therapist." He murmured back with his teeth still gritted. "And it was shit- it's a total waste of time and money…" took on the air of a stroppy teenager as he slumped down the corridor, giving an innocent water cooler a fractious kick before exiting the building and heading for his black Lamborghini parked just outside.
"Oh? I see you gave it a real chance then?" Itachi's reply was drawl and sarcastic as ever.
"I just know it's no use, what's talking about the past going to do- it won't change anything… what's done is done. Although- it's the first time I've ever… spoken about him, since…that day." Sasuke murmured as he slid into the driving seat of his car, staring at the wheel in front of him.
"It's been ten years, Sasuke… you need to move on, think about settling down, starting a family of your own, you're twenty nine now…" Itachi informed Sasuke which just made him cringe. This was all his brother had spoken about since their parents were murdered, eight years ago. Carrying on the blood line… the amount of girls he'd been forced to meet up with and date since then, he'd lost count… Itachi said that it didn't matter if he loved them, if they loved him, as long as they put on a show for the press, had sex a few times and had a few kids. The idea alone turned the younger Uchiha's stomach… that maybe how his brother chose to live, with his perfect show wife and two brats… but not him.
"Enough already Itachi… I'm not in the mood." Sasuke grunted, his eyes narrowing and one hand gripping the leather-wrapped steering wheel. He heard a sigh from the other end of the phone, other than that there was silence from his brother.
"I have to go- I'll be in the office tomorrow whether you want me there or not." Sasuke told his elder before he could stop him and quickly hung up his phone, tossing it onto the passenger seat beside him, heatedly starting the engine and with smooth roaring purr he pulled out of the parking lot and turned on the radio as he drove away from the clinic he vowed never to attend again… it was a bad idea, opening up like that, he could feel everything bubbling to the surface again, suffocating him, his stomach was in knots and his vision almost blurred from the maze of thoughts in his mind. He needed a cigarette. He needed a drink, drinks… lots of drinks.
Sasuke went about his usual 'I'm depressed routine'. This consisted of a two hour session at the gym, followed by a solitary dinner at his favourite restaurant accompanied by a bottled of wine, followed by another. By this time Sasuke was inebriated enough to make his way to one of the night clubs in town where he continued to drink until everything became totally numb. Then he'd find a man, any man, as long as they fit his criteria, 25-32, medium height, average build, tanned skin, blue eyes and blonde hair… any man who looked like that Sasuke would seduce by any means necessary, sweet talk, false promise, drinks, sometimes even money, he'd take them home to his apartment and fuck them until the early hours of the morning, whisper sweet nothings into their ears until they both fell to sleep, which was what Sasuke liked the most, sleeping beside someone. But by the morning, Sasuke hardly remembered what had happened, sometimes the guys were still there, clingy and needy, wanting more wanting dates and Sasuke had to cruelly cast them out without so much as a goodbye, other times they'd be gone by morning, just sickening evidence of the night before all that remained.
Today was one of those mornings, Sasuke awoke in a cold empty bed, the sheets were ruffled and covered in numerous suspicious stains, a used condom and a scattering of Sasuke's clothes, a cigarette packet and an empty bottle of champagne littered the carpet of his bedroom and the whole room stank of sex and alcohol.
Sasuke groaned as the pain of a hangover throbbed in his head which he rose a hand to and rubbed. "Fuck-…" As he slid out of bed and cracked his eyes opened he noticed a small neatly written note on the pillow.
'Morning sexy, last night was incredible. Sorry I had to leave so early, call me. Shinobou. X x x'
Sasuke pulled a face and screwed up the note, tossing it into the bin before glancing around at the mess he and this 'Shinobou' had made of his room…
"This has gotta stop…" He muttered and paced over to his en suite to de-shame, I.e., take a long ice cold shower and go about his usual skin care routine which consisted of several different moisturisers.
Once he was dressed with three strong black coffees and two aspirins inside him Sasuke drove to work with the radio on, grateful he couldn't remember anything from last night.
Once in his office Sasuke began to feel a little more human, he was the type of guy that thrived on work, he liked his mind to be kept busy, on average Sasuke worked about seventy hours a week until Itachi stuck his oar in and demanded he took some time off due to how poor his health had been recently. As Sasuke started up his Mac and began answering emails that had piled up over the past two days the door to his office opened and his brother strolled in, wearing his customary black suit and red shirt with a black tie, with his pale skin and raven hair tied back in a pony tail he resembled a vampire or something, but devilishly handsome, just like Sasuke.
"Rough night last night little brother?" He smirked, perching on Sasuke's desk, picking up a paper weight which he began to twiddle idly between each hand.
"Hn." Sasuke grunted without taking his eyes off the screen.
"You drunk dialled me last night-… started wailing on about him… then some guy, Shinobou I think it was, took the phone and said he'd take care of you- and by the look of you I imagine he did… or, your penis at least."
Sasuke slammed his hands down on the keyboard and shot his brother an icy expression.
"Would you shut up already?!" He snarled at his brother shoving him off the desk, but Itachi's cat like reflexes made it seem like an elegant hop to his feet. He smirked down at his brother and tossed the paperweight at him, which luckily, Sasuke caught with one hand and slammed onto his oak desk with gusto.
"You only have yourself to blame little brother." He sighed, leaning over to poke his brooding sibling in the forehead with two fingers.
"You need to, what's a polite way to say this… get your shit together." He informed him; Sasuke leant back in his chair and rolled his eyes.
"I know, I know…" He sighed back in defeat and glanced up at his elder.
"This is why- I'm giving you a little more responsibility, in the business." This perked Sasuke up a little, he sat up in his seat, his eyes suddenly alight with interest.
"Oh?"
"We need someone to run a new office for the company- and I can't think of anyone better than myself to run it, so-… I decided you would be the one."
Sasuke had trouble deciding whether this was a compliment or not, either way, it was music to his ears! Anything to get away from the pressure of his brother.
"Yes. I'll do it. I'll run the office." Sasuke instantly replied with a slight smirk tugging at his lips. He'd been longing to be his own boss well, since he left school.
"Where is it? New York, Paris, London?" He asked eagerly, knowing those were some of the planned locations the company were thinking of expanding to.
"No-… not quite, the office is in Konoha." Itachi replied coolly, and the room fell eerily silent...
"Konoha…" Sasuke whispered, his throat tight and his teeth gritted.
"OF ALL THE GOD DAMN PLACES!"
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I hope you enjoyed that! Thanks for reading~
I haven't written for a while and was itching to start a new long SasuNaru fic, particularly since the Manga is ending soon…
Please review! I'll add chapters as frequently as I can and welcome any constructive criticism/feedback and also ideas for upcoming chapters. :D
