Title: Trouble Calls
Author: EmeraldMagpie
Chapter: 1/?
Rated: M (As defined by FF .net, an M rating means that: content is not suitable for children or teens below the age of 16 with non-explicit suggestive adult themes, references to some violence, or coarse language.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto!
Summary: What started out as the worst blind date Naruto had ever been on leads to a love, and a deadly situation, that could never have been predicted.
A/N: Hiya, I'm Maggie, and this is the first chapter to the first story I'm posting on here! I really hope that you like it, and if you could tell me what you think, point out an mistakes or give me constructive criticism that'd be great ^_^
ALSO! Just in case you're confused, there will be no FULL sex scenes in this story, just snippets of them and things like that. The rating is mostly for language and violence (in future chapters)... maybe some grinding? I've heard that FF .net is cracking down on sex scenes and stuff, so I'm just playing it safe!
1
Naruto made his escape as quickly as he could. As soon as that old woman had walked off to the bathroom he'd set an alarm on his phone to go off in fifteen minutes, allowing him an excuse to get up from the table to take his 'important call.'
When she'd come back he'd respectfully suffered through her questions, answering as enthusiastically as he was able. When his phone rang he politely excused himself from the table, breathing a sigh of relief as he walked from the table.
He took the 'call' outside of the restaurant, pulling his jacket on against the cold, and tried to take a calming breath. When the winter air proved ineffective against his rage, he dialled Kiba's number with already numbing fingers.
He waited impatiently as the phone rang, imagining his fist slamming into Kiba's face for the shit he'd just pulled. Fucking asshole, he thought.
As soon as the ringing stopped and he heard the person on the other end begin to speak he hissed, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
The person on the other end paused and then chuckled. A deep sound that made Naruto shiver and tense up. He pulled the phone away from his ear, and stared at it confusedly. That certainly didn't sound like Kiba's voice on the other end of the phone.
"Uh… Kiba?" he asked hopefully.
"No," the man responded.
"Oh…" Naruto paused for a second, and considered the situation. He realized, suddenly, that he'd called the wrong number, and started to panic. "Oh my God. Oh God. I didn't—And I completely—You're—Oh God."
The man sounded amused when he answered. "I can't recall anyone ever calling me God."
Irritated at being made fun of, Naruto scowled and gripped his phone tightly in his hand. "Can you recall anyone ever calling you an asshat?"
"Yes," he responded, less amused this time, "but they came to regret it, idiot."
"I'm not an idiot, you bastard!"
"Recent events prove otherwise." Naruto thought that maybe the man sounded a tad bit miffed.
"'Recent events prove otherwise'," he mimicked, scrunching up his nose in distaste at the words. "Even when you're upset you talk like a spoiled brat with a stick up his ass."
Naruto heard the bastard mumble something to low for him to hear. He waited a few seconds for a proper response, becoming more irritated as the silence dragged on between them. Finally, after what seemed an eternity to Naruto, The Infuriating One deigned to speak once more to the lowly peasant Naruto was suspecting the man thought him to be.
"You have no idea who you're speaking to."
It was posed as a statement, though it seemed like he wanted an answer. Naruto wondered, briefly, if the guy was incapable of asking a question.
"So you're a stupid spoiled brat with a stick up his ass? I judged you completely wrong." Naruto said sarcastically.
He heard an indignant sound from the other end of the line, almost like a growl. "You're more of an idiot than I'd presumed."
"You're more of an ass than I'd presumed," he returned without missing a beat.
The man made the same sound at the back of his throat and Naruto was positive now that he was actually growling. Before the guy could say anything, he threw out another insult. "Are you growling at me? Oh. I understand now; you're a pampered pup who hasn't gotten enough attention lately. No wonder you're so—" he paused, trying to find the right word "—irritable."
"You're really asking for it," the man replied, his voice suddenly calm. Naruto felt himself freeze, and it wasn't because he was still standing outside in winter.
It was one thing to get a guy so riled up that he was yelling, and an entirely different situation if you got the guy so upset he stopped. Stopped yelling and stopped sounding at all upset. Naruto tensed, as though he were bracing himself against an unseen blow, and glanced around the street for an attacker.
Seeing no one, and being stubborn enough not to be daunted by some bastard he didn't even know, he retorted, "So are you."
The line was silent for a few seconds, before Naruto heard the sound of feet, a quiet conversation and the shuffling of papers. He opened his mouth to say something about not liking to be kept waiting, when the man finally began to speak again.
"You called looking for someone named Kiba," he stated blandly. "He works at the kennel near his apartment."
Naruto froze for a moment, alarmed.
"How the fuck do you know that?" he snarled, anger and worry filling him. Who the hell was this guy?!
"That's not how this works, Naruto," the prick said, speaking the name with distaste clear in his voice. Naruto's breath caught in his throat at the sound of his name. The man continued, his voice regaining some of its previous malice, "I told you not to fuck around. You can't decide now that you don't want to play."
"What the hell are you talking about?" he growled.
The man chuckled, an unhappy sound that grated on Naruto's nerves, and said, "You started this game Naruto; you can't tell me now that you don't know the rules."
"Okay, dude, whoever you are," Naruto began, "I don't know what you think is happening here, but I think you have some serious mental issues that you need to get worked out."
"So I was right, you do understand the game," the man responded, somehow sounding both amused and annoyed. "It's odd for a blonde to possess any intelligence."
"Listen, psycho, I dunno who you are, or what the fuck you think you're talking about, but you make about as much sense as letters in math," Naruto huffed, baffled by the situation, and angry that the bastard seemed to know so much about him when he didn't even know who the guy was.
"'Letters in math'," the man repeated, his voice losing some of its harsh edge.
"Yeah," Naruto responded, latching onto the most normal topic of conversation to present itself since the bastard had answered the phone. "They make no sense being there. I swear, those math guys only stuck'em in there to piss people off."
Naruto could almost hear the smirk on the bastards face when he replied, "Yes, I'm sure that was their sole intention."
"It worked too, you ass, every time I opened that goddamn textbook I wanted to rip my hair out."
"I can only imagine," the man responded, "how entertaining that was for your classmates."
Naruto flushed, and ran a hand through his hair absently. "No," he started defensively, and cleared his throat when his voice came out in a higher pitch than usual. "I mean, 'No'."
"Right." Naruto was positive the man was amused again now.
For maybe the first time in his life, Naruto had no witty—or stupid—comeback to give. Finally, he settled with, "Um, yeah."
He winced at his weak retort and waited for the bastard to make some sarcastic remark about the blonde being an inarticulate fool.
There was a loud bang on the other end of the line instead. Naruto heard yells, and after a moment the man spoke to him again. Almost mockingly and with a promise of pain—he hadn't forgotten their not so long ago argument—and said "I'll see you soon, Naruto."
And he was gone, leaving Naruto to stare at his phone in confusion. What the hell had just happened?