.:Purified Drinking Water:.
by: StupefiedNarutard
NOTES: I originally wrote the first half of this chapter featuring SasuNaru- but that was a long time ago, when I just started reading the manga in Shonen Jump! and knew absolutely nothing about Sasuke or the plot. Once I started reading Naruto more and saw fucking Sasuke's attitude, I totally disowned him. Then I found out even more about the bastard and said I'd hate him for the rest of my life, even if he did do something really fantastic and noble, I'd still hate him. Anyways, I deleted the story. So now... I remembered the story suddenly and was like...Dude! Sweeeet!
Hence this lovely ItaNaru. Cuz Itachi just pwns all.
Disclaimer: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Copyright infringement, or infringement without monetary gain - Wait a minute... ohhh, Naruto isn't mine? Damnit. -the plot of all authors/authoresses to rid the world of anime makers after they publish their entire series has, unfortunately, not been initiated-
Summary: Itachi is sick of life. Sick of people, sick of his father, brother, mama's mama, you name them. Until, one day, he hits someone in his Lotus Ferrari who, just maybe, can make that statement false. [ItaNaru, YAOI, AU]
.:C H A P T E R O N E:.
I'm a Free Bitch.
It was raining.
It wasn't just one of those, 'Hot damn, this rain sucks the balls of the gods!', but more like, 'GAWDDAMN I'M BLIND IN THIS WEATHER, I'M GUNNA DIIIIIE!' kind of storms. To add on to that insane statement, it was nighttime. There was no moon, the stars were blocked by rain clouds, and the street was so glossy that every light upon the road was reflected into all driver's eyes. It was a particularly dangerous night to drive.
Yet, Itachi Uchiha, a 23 year-old business tycoon/model, didn't give a damn. If there was a slow, old lady walking in the street (although highly impossible with this weather) he would hit the broad and keep going. To make it short, Itachi Uchiha was annoyed.
It takes quite a lot of bad shit happening to make Itachi annoyed and boy was it like that. His father, whom he hadn't seen in over five years, was making a surprise appearance at his house tonight and damn if he wasn't ready to turn his expensive car off the road into the passing tree that sat like haven for all those wishing for suicide.
Itachi's radio was blaring any and all forms of rock and his foot was like a brick or heavy piece of metal against the pedal of his black and red Lotus Ferrari. He thought about how his father was most likely talking to Sasuke right about now... or going through his stuff to see if he was as perfect as his father wanted him to be. Sasuke could have the man, he didn't want anything to do with him.
Soon the city Itachi resided in would be coming closer and so, unfortunately, was the luxurious mansion that his father was probably raiding. Itachi didn't have much there, but anything he did have he was sure his father would be inspecting. It was like the man was searching for any imperfection. See, Itachi was a genius and heir to the throne of power Fugaku had created with his business. Itachi knew his father would come back sometime, he just didn't know when, and, lucky for him, he had put everything important at his office in the city miles away.
There was actually a pretty good amount of people on the road tonight, but that was because it was Friday night, the time for anything and everything to come out and be the actually creatures that they were... I mean people that they were. Either that or they were coming home from a long day at work to deal with their asshole fathers.
Itachi sighed, pushing his black hair away from his face and turning the radio off as he sat at a red light, tall buildings surrounding him. When Itachi was very little, he would look at them in awe. When he was just little, say seven or eight, he wouldn't even glance at them, having been in almost all of them, even to the very top. He would shake his head as his little brother would clap at them and point. Poor, naìve, foolish little brother.
The red light was taking longer than expected, people with umbrellas bustling along to cross the street. Most of the umbrellas were black, in fact, all of them were black. How boring.
Finally, the red light changed to green, but, lo and behold, some people were still crossing the street. Okay- only one idiot was crossing the street, an orange umbrella held high above his blonde head, right in front of Itachi.
Itachi barely registered this fact until too late. The kid went flying.
Naruto was happy tonight. He had just visited his old orphanage for a wonderful little reunion where he learned that Neji, his old best friend, still wanted to be friends and that he lived very little ways from Naruto's house. He heard that Kiba was close as well, but couldn't make it for the reunion because he was busy with his boyfriend (at this point, Naruto guffawed at the irony... how many times had Kiba called him gay again...?) His boyfriend happened to be no one other than Shino Aburame, the creepy kid who had hung out in the shadows most of the time at the orphanage... and played with bugs. Neji had said that he had found love with someone named Shikamaru, a lazy genius of sorts, and that they lived together. He also said that he had found his long lost cousin, Hinata Hyuuga,a nd that they met up some time ago. The blonde was ecstatic that his old best friend wanted to keep in touch and still be friends. Naruto wanted all the friends he could have in life. That was what it was all about anyways, right?
Anyshoes, he was actually supposed to go to a party being thrown by Neji to be able to meet Shikamaru and a few of Neji's friends and acquaintances, and told Naruto to invite people he wanted to. Naruto loved parties.
I'll have to invite Gaara, Temari, Kankuro, Sakura, Ino, Lee, Iruka, and... and... other people if I remember them. Naruto thought in his head as he walked with his bright orange umbrella. Most people had a black umbrella, but he wanted to be different and safe at the same time. Brighter colors prevent you from being hit, so says every adult on Halloween.
I really hate traffic, Naruto stood at the corner, wind pushing drops of rain under his umbrella that was supposed to block rain... These were the kind of things that confused Naruto. Was his umbrella useful? Or was his beautiful orange contraption sold just for the money and the look?
Anyboat, Naruto started to hear some cool beat coming from the store on the corner he was sitting on, and, being a curious fellow, he just had to stare like a gaping fish at the place to see what was gong down. He was only 18, so he probably wouldn't be let in... it looked like some kind of bar. The blonde started bobbing his head a little to the beat, until a kid ran past him, umbrella black as well, splashing him as the kid stomped in a rain puddle.
"Hey, you little snot—watch out!" Naruto barely took into account the fact that he was indeed throwing himself in front of a car to save a little punk had been so indecent as to splash him with dirty water and not apologize. All he knew was that he had to keep the little one safe and if that meant putting himself in harms' way, so be it.
He went flying.
Itachi stared at the blonde lying on the ground for a second, the thought to get out of the car and help him hadn't crossed his mind. After all, the kid had just thrown himself in front of his vehicle when it wasn't his turn to walk. He was tempted to step on the gas and just leave, like he would've done had it been that old lady. Something kept him though. Maybe it was the fact that there were already paparazzi snapping pictures of the scene with their expensive cameras, making sure he'd have to play it noble and help the idiot, or maybe it was just a feeling.
"Hn," a grunt came from the impassive man as he exited his car, calmly shutting his door behind him. With keys in hand, he made his way over ot the blonde that had been so noble as to save another idiot from being hit. The kid who had almost been the victim was sniffling while a random lady held him close, telling him he was alright. Foolish kid, everything was not okay.
The Uchiha knelt down beside the young man to notice his eyes were shut, with lips slightly parted. Checking his pulse, he noticed the slow, steady beat of his heart. Good- he was alive. No court for vehicular manslaughter. Second, Itachi rolled the boy over all the way, since he was slightly lying on his side, and looked to see if any limbs looked horribly mangled.
Seeing that all appendages looked well enough, he tapped the boy's tan, scarred cheek. "Wake up," Itachi commanded and, since Itachi was so magical, the boy's eyes widened and he swiftly sat up, bumping his head against Itachi's, making the older man fall onto his ass, getting his new pants wet. If Itachi had been any other person, he might've strangled the boy by now. But he was different and knew violence, if demonstrated on one not as strong as oneself, was unnecessary.
The boy was lying flat against the road again and was looking around in confusion.
"I feel like I've been hit," were his first words and Itachi found himself slightly amused. What an astute young man.
The boy finally turned his eyes to look at Itachi and, oddly enough, he smiled. "I think I've gone to heaven," were his next words and Itachi blinked. He looked behind himself and noticed no one there so he made a sarcastic noise in the back of his throat and shook his head.
"I hardly think I belong in heaven," Itachi's slight smirk was barely noticeable as he informed this nice, crazy young man.
The young man looked hurt. "Damn. I knew I shouldn't have shoved that old lady into the mud when I was seven, but she was a mean old bitch and I wanted to get my revenge. Can't you understand? I'm sure you've shoved little old ladies into mud, too. Oh, wait. No. You're a a pretty, pretty angel. Angels don't do that."
Itachi thought about barking out some laughter, but refrained. This was the first time he'd ever been called pretty. Maybe hot... or sex on legs or something to that extent, but not... pretty. If anything, this boy was what you called 'pretty'.
He was unusually small, a tiny waist that you could see from the way his shirt was riding up his stomach. He was wearing some kind of formal, fish-tailed tux... His eyes were a unique blue color, something that shouldn't be that blue and innocent, and his hair was a bright sunshine color. He had a golden hued tan and the only imperfection he had, 3 whisker-like scars on each cheek, made him seem even more perfect because they made him look cute. Of course, Itachi wasn't admitting that anytime soon.
"To inform you... you have been hit and I was the one who did such," Itachi admitted and waited for a response.
"Oh. So that explains the dizziness. Am I bleeding anywhere?"
"A few places where you clothes were ripped by the roughness of the road, but other than that, I think you are quite okay."
"...Can I pass out then?"
"Do I have permission to take you to an appropriate hospital?"
"..Yeah." And with that, the blonde did indeed pass out. Itachi stared at him for a moment more, red eyes flashing, but he quickly decided the middle of the road in such a busy city was no place to waste time, so he grabbed the man into his arms bridal style and placed him gently in the passenger seat. Buckling him in, Itachi closed the door and ventured to his side of the car, where he entered and hastily started his drive to the hospital...
Until he got a phone call.
"Hello," he answered into the contraption that was his cell phone and listened to his little brother copy his greeting. "To what do I owe this phone call?" Itachi asked smoothly.
'Father is getting impatient. He seems a little tense. He did raid most of your stuff already and getting quite hungry. I suggest you forget what you are doing now and head back here before he leaves,' Sasuke's snide tone informed.
Itachi blinked without interest and looked at the boy drooling on his passenger seat. He shrugged. He looked fine to Itachi, no need to go to a hospital.
"I'll be there shortly," Itachi said, closing the phone without a goodbye, his wheels screeching as he made a sharp u-turn.
"Oh goody, the angel is back." Naruto was still a bit disoriented and see Itachi made him think he was dead again. After all, the man was heavenly. He had beautiful, long black tresses that shined brilliantly, considering they were wet from the rain. They had spent some time staring at each other back on the road and both were soaked. His eyes were a crimson red, framed with particularly girly lashes.
The man carrying him glanced at his face, to which Naruto countered with a toothy grin. "I thought you were taking me to a hospital?" The blonde seemed to remember a bit of the conversation from before. The young man flinched at the bright sensorial lights on the side of Itachi's mansion.
Itachi knew his father was probably lounging about in his custom, private bar, and he couldn't bloody well come in with an injured man in his arms. What would he say? This man? Oh, I hit him on the way here.
This man? I fucked him senselessly in my car and I'm putting him in my room so he can recover properly. Itachi frowned. Now where could that possibly have come from?
Itachi pushed those thoughts away as he stared at the window of his room. He contemplate his options. One: walk in, Naruto all snuggly in his arms, so his father could do something stupid; two, climb the friggin' gutter and try to get into his probably locked window.
The blonde shifted in his arms, nuzzling his nose into Itachi's neck, warm breath tickling down the pale expanse of skin. Itachi lifted a brow. How strange that feeling was.
"Mmm, you smell good," the blonde murmured softly, making Itachi lift his other eyebrow incredulously. What a strange, foolish little man this person was. "Where are we?"
"At my house."
"...I shouldn't have trusted you..," Naruto said, eyes coming into focus. Was he finally gaining some of the senses he had before he had been hit? "For all I know... you could be some kinda deranged ramen stealer! Well, guess what buddy? My ramen isn't with me!"
Or maybe he wasn't gaining any sense back... maybe he never had any to begin with.
Itachi, the strong man that he is, maneuvered the blonde so he was on his back, arms around the blackette's neck, legs around his hips... like a piggy-back ride. Then, Itachi started climbing the rain pipe on the side of the mansion. Naruto, to say the least, was wiggin' out.
"W-what the hell are you doing!" The blue eyed teen all but screeched his question as he clung onto the quickly ascending weird dude that was carrying him some place he didn't want to think of. His raspy voice echoed loudly around the neighborhood. Itachi stopped, looking back sharply at the boy cleaving to him, his golden-lashed eyes shut tightly.
"If you are to maintain the proper placement of limbs, I suggest you be quiet."
Naruto opened cerulean orbs to look into red ones, "Are you trying to say you're gunna hurt me?"
"I'm trying to say that if you do not shut up, I will drop you."
Naruto quieted himself, but tightened his grasp, legs crossing around Itachi's middle securely. "Gawd, why is it always me who runs into this kind of trouble?" Naruto whispered, then directed the whispering towards the source of his displeasure, "If you drop me, I'll pull you down with me, mister."
"Hn," Itachi replied, pulling both his weight and Naruto's at the same time as he trekked up the pipe. His taut muscles stretched and fluctuated as he lifted, legs pushing, arms pulling, sweat trickling down his forehead. Naruto's arms were making him a bit uncomfortable, given the fact that his oxygen was being cut off. This was difficult. The pipe was slippery as well, making the hold on it hard to maintain.
Suddenly, above the two men, the rain conduit came out of place, bolts that were supposed to be embedded in the wall popping out. The pipe jolted and Naruto's grip loosened, effectively making his body slip down a bit.
Screw silence.
"GAWDDAMNIT YOU CRAZY MAN! I'M TOO YOUNG TO FRIGGING DIE," the blonde squawked, small body slithering down. Itachi struggled to hold on.
Shit.
Another jolt. "I knew I should've just died... or maybe stayed later at the reunion..." Naruto whined, grabbing tightly onto the nearest thing...
Which happened to be Itachi's penis.
Itachi let go at the sensation, both men falling abit until he grabbed onto the pole again. His eyes were wide and started panting, chest heaving, sweat and rain dripping down his face. Naruto, not one to be deterred, didn't let go, but squeezed harder at the jolt, in fear of toppling to an untimely death.
"Let go," Itachi commanded, trying to keep his cool. Oh he hoped there weren't any paparazzi at his house tonight. Usually they only came on special occasions, but, with his luck, they were probably laughing and snapping pictures right now.
"Are you shitting me? No way!"
"Let the fuck go."
"Nooo!"
"You're grabbing my–"
"EWWWW." Naruto shrieked, but still didn't let go. "Don't you dare get hard on me, you pervert!"
"You're the one holding it so tight!" Itachi shouted uncharacteristically, anger flashing in his eyes.
"I can't help it."
Jolt.
Tighter.
Itachi's eyes rolled back and he growled. God Damn.
"Ugh! Stop, stop stop! Just fucking climb!" Naruto yelled, lessening his grip. Itachi wanted to murder someone. He realized he hadn't had any in a while and the feeling of someone touching him there made him... well... horny.
Itachi bit his lip and pulled them both upwards, every movement making him gasp in pleasure. It was kind of like he was getting a hand job in a life or death situation.
"Oh, I hate you," Naruto declared. "Fine—if you get us in that window," the blonde pointed with his head, "I'll finish this job," he squeezed when he said 'this'.
Itachi was at the window in five seconds flat. Thankfully, it wasn't locked. He would never lock it ever again just in case. Letting Naruto in first, the boy helped him inside his own window, both toppling over each other inside. Itachi looked at Naruto beneath him.
"Your erection is pressing into my thigh," the young man stated, blinking.
"How very perceptive of you."
"..."
Itachi pushed himself up, moving away. Naruto's eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.
"Aren't you going to make me... you know...?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I am a man."
"So am I, how very perceptive of you."
"I don't take help from others," Itachi stated. Naruto looked up at him, lying on his back, hair feathered out around his head. Suddenly, a thought occured to the blonde.
"Are we in someone else's house?" he asked, sitting up. "Cos if we are I am calling the damn cops!"
"We are at my house, I already pointed that out," Itachi pulled his shirt off. If he was going to meet his father, he was going to take a shower and look presentable and dry. It had rained, he had sweated, and these clothes felt stiff... and so did something else he had to fix.
"Why did we climb up your drain?" Naruto asked, pushing himself onto Itachi's inviting bed. It had maroon silk covers and looked oh-so fluffy.
"To avoid my father." Itachi could answer that much.
"Oh... is he an asshole?"
"Precisely."
"Aren't you a little old to be living with your parents and having a curfew?" Naruto raised an eyebrow, blinking owlishly at Itachi, who was peeling off his pants. Naruto seemed to not care Itachi was undressing.
"He's visiting, but he demands perfection. How can I just walk into the room with a man I hit in my arms, rain soaked and smelly?" Itachi asked, finally getting his foot out of the pant leg. Naruto quirked his head to the side.
"Yeah, definitely an ass." Naruto looked around the room with interest. This guy was loaded or something. His walls were painted a red color, nothing too bright, but nothing too dark either. It was just right and it was black trimmed as well. His walls were also littered with expensive looking paintings that were framed in gold. His bed was huge; it was a canopy bed.
Besides his luxurious bed was a big mahogany nightstand, gold handles in exquisite detail stuck in the middle of each drawer that followed down to just above the floor. On such a beautiful set of drawers was a picture of this man as a teen, a young boy, and two parents. Naruto stared at the picture for a moment, noticing Itachi had the same facial expression as he did now.
The blonde heard the shower in the private bathroom of Itachi's room turn on. Realizing he too was soaked and stinky, he pondered on what to do. He didn't want to leave, because he didn't even know where he was. He also hadn't brought any money along because he lived in the city and could easily walk back to his house from the orphanage.
Shrugging, Naruto opened the door to Itachi's bedroom, peeking his head out of the door. There was no one in sight.. and the place looked very interesting... there was TONS of art. And Naruto, being an artist, loved art with a passion like no other. Stepping out tentatively, the blonde made his way down the hall, critiquing the pieces of art in Itachi's hallway. Apparently, Itachi liked Gothic romanticism. It wasn't far from what Naruto expected, especially with what he'd seen of Itachi. Stoic, apathetic, and hurting. The wallpaper was perfect and the decorations (candles, statues, etc.) were perfect for the Gothic, yet warm feel of the mansion and Naruto liked that Itachi appreciated art, else he wouldn't have so much of it.
Making his way to some stairs, he decided to go downstairs and make his way up the mansion. He would keep a lookout for Itachi's father in order to avoid him, but this was too interesting to pass up. A guarded man like Itachi... plus, if Naruto remembered correctly, Itachi was some kind of famous person. AND, he could get some inspiration for a new piece here. Watching and listening carefully, Naruto descended, taking a right. The entrance of the house was grand and looked similar to the Sistine Chapel, in that it had art on the ceilings and walls, all of humans and animals and stars and oceans. Naruto was absolutely captivated, walking in circles for minutes before he realized Itachi probably wouldn't take that long of a shower and he needed to get a move on.
Finding an open hallway, Naruto took that route. The decor was a completely golden, Indian feel. There were statues of golden elephants and pictures of exotic-looking men and women. Naruto guessed this was a themed hall and at the end of the hall, where there was a slightly opened door, there was a plaque that read, 'Dedicated to Amir.' Hmm, must be some kind of business partner or friend. That's interesting. For someone who doesn't have much feeling on his face, he seems to have loads of emotions bottled up inside. What a puzzle.
Without peeking into the room, Naruto entered, only to find two people, with their backs facing him, having a chat. There was one older and one young person and the one standing, the younger one, was just turning around. Naruto quickly dropped to his knees, behind the couch that was in the way. Making a panicked face, Naruto listened for approaching footsteps. After hearing none, he began to listen to the conversation.
"...He's probably just stuck in traffic. It was pretty bad when I started out, Father."
"At least you were here, at his house, when I got here. How inappropriate. Didn't I raise him better? I hope he doesn't do that with his clients and partners."
Naruto rolled his eyes. This must be papa dearest... and the little boy in the picture? Hmm, Naruto wanted to get a better look.
He crawled on his knees to the edge of the side of the couch, peeking around curiously. The father did look like an ass, with a permanent scowl on his face. He looked fairly young for a father with children around their age, and the younger man looked a lot like Itachi, except not as sexy.
Not as... sexy? S-sexy? What am I thinking...? I am not Kiba!
Suddenly, Naruto was filled with the urge to sneeze. Well, it was pretty chilly in here and he hadn't dried properly from the rain...
Oh God. Keep it in, Naruto! You can do it!
Holding his nose and squeezing his eyes shut, Naruto felt the sneeze building. He sat there for a minute like that and finally felt as if it had passed. Smiling, he let go of his nose.
Only to sneeze very loudly.
Oh shit on toast.
Crawling away from the edge of couch, Naruto moved on hands and knees for the door, only to meet some shoes. Looking up, Naruto's blue eyes met steely, onyx eyes. The young one.
"Ahh... hey," Naruto said sheepishly, sitting up on his knees.
"Who the hell are you?" The young one asked angrily. Apparently he didn't like the fact that Naruto had been listening in on the conversation.
"Uhh... You see... well, that is... I'm... I'm... Itachi's personal butler!" Naruto blurted out the first thing he thought of and smiled for emphasis, standing and bowing traditionally. The young one frowned and looked at his father.
"Father, it's Itachi's personal butler."
"Yes, Sasuke, I can hear," his father replied and stood, coming to scrutinize Naruto. Naruto stood stark still, cursing his luck. "You're rather dirty for a personal butler." Frowning, Naruto was at a loss. How could he explain that? Remembering anything he could about Itachi, he remembered the red ring on Itachi's finger. It looked important... might as well.
"I was searching for Itachi's prized red ring. He seems to have misplaced it. I've been everywhere Itachi's been, including the gardens. That's why I was here... on the ground... Sir."
"Hmm," Fugaku hummed and seemed to dismiss Naruto rather quickly. "Very well... I didn't know Itachi had a personal butler. Do you also perform secretarial duties?"
"Uh... Y-yes."
Sasuke's narrowed eyes became narrower and he smirked. Time to grill this guy. If this guy really was Itachi's personal butler, he'd know Itachi through and through, right?
Once Itachi saw Naruto missing, a sense of imminent dread filled him. Sighing to himself, he made his way towards the stairs and ran into one of his servants and best friends, Kisame.
"Yo!" Kisame greeted lazily.
"Kisame, have you seen a crazy blonde running around here?"
"Deidara?"
"No, he's someone you've never seen before. About yea high," Itachi indicated about 5 feet, 4 inches, "and he has blue eyes, blonde hair, and is wearing a tuxedo."
"Mmm... nope. Can't say I have. Why? Is he dangerous?" Kisame looked fired up, ready to beat someone. He hadn't beaten anyone in a while... yesterday.
"Potentially." Itachi closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them, turned, and started his way down the stairs. "Conduct a secretive search upstairs and around the house," he ordered as he turned right. He might as well meet his father and not keep him waiting anymore. Making his way through his golden hall, he heard three voices having a conversation.
Three... voices? ...I'll kill him.
Opening the door all the way, Itachi paused at the sight. Fugaku was actually laughing, Sasuke scowling, while Naruto basked in the chuckling. All three looked over at Itachi and Fugaku smiled broadly.
"What a great personal butler you have here! I'll need to get one of these myself."
Personal butler? Itachi glanced at Naruto, who blushed heavily and shrugged. Itachi glared at him evilly and turned back to Fugaku.
"I'm sorry I'm late, Father. Traffic was horrible and I did not want to present myself completely soaked."
"I'm sure," Fugaku's light mood made things easier and Itachi would have to thank this stranger for it. The boy had been surprisingly easy about the whole night, the only thing he had really freaked out about was dying and having his ramen stolen. "Now, I'd like to talk to you, so let's sit." Itachi bowed and they made their way over to the couch.
"Naruto, please, could you make us a few drinks?" Sasuke asked, black eyes boring into his. Itachi watched Naruto for a reaction.
"But of course," Naruto replied, bowing, and making his way over to the bar. He washed his hands quickly, eyes moving around the kitchen to locate the cups. Finding them, he easily located the alcohol and began making three drinks. Itachi was impressed. Naruto was a quick thinker and, thankfully, knew how to make drinks. Surprisingly, Naruto was making three different drinks.
Fugaku quickly began to ask Itachi questions about the business and such, but Itachi kept his eyes trained on Naruto's movements. Sasuke did the same. Fugaku was too busy talking to notice them and kept talking. Naruto's movements were quick, as if he had done the task many times before. Itachi wondered if maybe he'd been a bartender previously or was even employed now.
Soon, Naruto was bringing over three separate drinks, placing them in front of each person carefully.
Fugaku blinked. "How did you know I liked plain Saké?"
Yes, how did you know? Itachi eyed Naruto.
"Itachi has mentioned it every now and again. It's my job to remember." Naruto inclined his head pleasantly, shocking Fugaku.
"I didn't know Itachi noticed," Fugaku looked at his son in appreciation. Itachi kept staring at Naruto.
"For Sasuke, I knew he'd like a Cosmopolitan because he looks like a mixed drink person. Cosmopolitan is a popular drink among Itachi's clients, so I figured he'd appreciate it."
Sasuke barely concealed is contempt.
"As for Itachi, well, it's his favorite." Or maybe I think he really needs it. Naruto smiled cheekily and bowed again and left to clean up.
The remainder of the conversation was easy enough, questions being answered cleverly and Naruto refilled their alcohol when needed, always precise. Naruto pretended to dust in order to stay in the room and Fugaku finally came to the end of conversation.
"So... due to business proposals... I'll need to live here for a while. I'm sure you won't deny that to your father."
Itachi sat stoically, staring at Fugaku, but finally nodded.
"How brilliant. I'll have my things here in the morning. For tonight, I'll bid you ado," Fugaku stood quickly, with Sasuke at his side. "Oh, I can't wait to see what other tricks your personal butler has up his sleeve. It'll be interesting since he's living here as well."
Naruto froze in his dusting, mind going blank.
...Living here?
Oh Hell. What have I gotten myself into?
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