Summary: It was the year 1780 and a talented pianist, with a short tempered brother, who put his heart and soul into his playing meets a mute blonde young man with a rough past, who just doesn't seem to leave him alone. Will he ever get rid of this man? Or, does he really want to when the time comes? Yaoi, Narusasu, SasuNaru, AU Warnings: Yaoi (Boy x Boy), some violence, mentions of abuse(maybe flashbacks to it, I don't know yet.) Rated for a reason. Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto in any way. Author's note: So, this is a new story which I will put all of my effort in. I will probably put my other stories on hold for a while.. But I will continue this one!
Piano man
Chapter one.
Sasuke was just getting ready. He was putting on his most fancy clothing; a red wool coat with a cloth-of-silver waistcoat, both embroidered in silver thread. He flattened his clothes and looked in the mirror. Sasuke adjusted his hair just a bit. He always refused to wear that idiotic white, powdered wig, he hated that thing.
As he was finishing up, he looked around the room. The expensive furniture stood out perfectly in the relatively big room. Sasuke had always liked the furniture. It was a gift of his late parents when he had finished his schooling and so he treasured it dearly. Sasuke looked up and eyed the family portrait above the fireplace. It was made when he had entered school several years ago, his mother had insisted they all showed up for the making of this portrait. It lasted for about a day and a half and they were all tired after it, but mother was happy, and that was the only thing they cared about. Dark eyes shifted towards the figure beside himself on the portrait. His only brother. The bastard was still pushing him around all day, driving him almost into insanity. But he meant it all well so Sasuke didn't really mind, even when he got home tired and passed out on the couch in the living room. He then looked at his late father. Always a strict man, insisting Sasuke would get the highest grades in all the classes he followed. And when he did not get the highest, Sasuke would feel it, literally. He sighed and looked at his mother. She was beautiful, in fact, the most beautiful woman Sasuke had ever had the privilege of seeing and he was proud. His mother was always so polite and nice to everyone. Too bad Sasuke had taken his personality mostly after his father though, since he could be a, as some of the villagers told him once or twice, "stuck- up prick".
The door opened.
"Sasuke, you're almost on. Are you ready? Nervous maybe?" A black haired young man, who looked a lot like Sasuke, walked casually into the room towards his little brother who snorted.
"As if, dear brother. Have I ever been nervous before?"
"I suppose not, little brother." The older of the two chuckled and softly flicked the other's forehead. Sasuke flinched a bit and rubbed his head, glaring at his older brother.
"I hope everything is set as I had asked?" The other nodded.
"Yes, the only thing you have to do is walk on stage and get the women to swoon over you and the men to hand you all of their money." The older smirked.
"Itachi, you know it's not about money for me." He glared. Ever since he had started what he was about to, he did it because his mother wanted it, because she loved what he did. And he loved her so it was only natural, right?
"I know, Sasuke. Now" Itachi bowed in a polite, but also a mock movement. "Go on stage and play the stars out of the sky."
Sasuke bowed as well and smiled softly. He walked past his brother into the corridor, towards the great hall where he will be playing his beloved piano once again.
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A blond boy sighed as he watched buildings pass by, sitting safely in the carriage pulled by two magnificent horses. A brown haired man, who was sitting in front of him, turned to him and looked at him a little irritated.
"Please sit up straight, Naruto. I know you did not want to come with me to the concert tonight, but now that my dearest is sick, I have an extra ticket. Be thankful for once. Heavens, you should be thankful the rest of your life when it comes to myself."
The blonde boy, Naruto, glared at the man. Yes, he knew he should be thankful to the man who'd saved his life almost a year ago, but that didn't mean he had to do every single thing the man wanted? He didn't even like concerts! They lasted too long and were always boring, so much even that Naruto managed to fall asleep, only to be rudely awakened by the man sitting in front of him.
"Oh, do not glare at me, young man. You do not have the right. Remember, you are just a brat, a street rat that I had to safe after he got trampled by horses! Really, a pitiful way to go if you'd ask me." The man, named Kanushi, looked at Naruto and smirked a little, knowing he was irritating the blond. "I still wonder, though. Why won't you talk to me? You haven't spoken in the year that I have known you. Even when you get a beating you won't make a sound."
Naruto squinted his eyes and glared at the man for a bit longer before returning his gaze to the street. It pissed him off that Kanushi kept trying to get him angry. Yes, Naruto Uzumaki was a mute. He couldn't speak, or at least, that is what everyone is saying. They don't know really, they just assume like people always do with everything.
Naruto sighed again.
After a while, the carriage came to a stop in front of a big, fancy looking building where a big crowd of people formed before the entrance of it.
"As I thought" Kanushi said. "This pianist must be a star with this big of a crowd showing up just for him!"
The man stood up and got out of the carriage, pointing to the baggage he took with him and looking at Naruto, silently telling him he should play as the donkey today. Kanushi mumbled a polite 'thank you' to the driver and made his way to the back of the line, following behind him a very annoyed Naruto.
An hour or so later, the pair had made it into the building and onto their arranged seats. The had front row seats and had a clear view on the beautifully black piano and later, a good view on the pianist.
Kanushi was talking to someone beside him and Naruto decided to take that moment to look around him. He saw a lot of couples sitting in the audience but also businessmen who apparently made this their night out.
As the crowd got silent, Naruto turned his gaze back onto the stage lazily, not really interested in the whole thing. A loud applause arose from the audience and Naruto participated. And then, finally, the door opened and a young looking man walked towards the piano. The first thing, oddly enough, that Naruto noticed, where his fine hands. So smooth and small, like that of a female. Naruto wondered if they were soft as well. He then looked at the man's face and he was left breathless. The pianist was handsome with his dark eyes and matching hair that sprung up on the back of his head. And Naruto noticed he wasn't the only one who noticed the beauty of this man. All the women in the audience began giggling and fanning their fans.
The pianist reached the piano and bowed once. And then it happened. Their eyes met for the briefest of moments. But even though it was only for just a second or two, it seemed to Naruto like a hundred years. The moment was broken though, when the pianist stood up straight again and sat on the seat that was prepared for him.
And then he played. And for the first time, Naruto listened. He put all of his attention on the black haired pianist all the while wanting to hear more and more and wanting to know about this pianist since the music he played sounded as if it was played straight from his heart.
And Naruto felt it.
End first chapter! Please tell me what you think of it. Reviews motivate me a lot!