Something to know:

Ryuujin: "Dragon God" In this case it is the name of Sasuke's gang.

Shinja: "Sacred Snake" Orochimaru's gang

Gangju: "gang"

Disclaimer: Naruto does not belong to me!

Admit Defeat

Chapter 1: Bandages

By: Kisu

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He could feel the eyes on him as he approached his gleaming silver motorcycle that stood in the middle of the road. With loving hands, he caressed its curves and a small smile crept upon his lips as he marveled at its beauty. He glanced up, staring at the pattern of street lights that decorated the sides of the lone road with its hazy yellow hue.

He glanced over at his opponent with eyes that seemed to burn like coals, and in one fluid motion, straddled the motorcycle. A matching silver helmet was carefully lowered onto hair as dark as the night skies.

At once, the mob of people around him separated into two sides. The cheering and yelling from both sidelines were calmly blocked out as he narrowed his eyes on the road. He winced when the screaming of fan girls raised a few octaves and gripped the handlebars.

That movement sent his back muscles rippling and proudly displayed the silver dragon on the back of his shirt.

He was Uchiha Sasuke and the gang leader of the Ryuujin. The Ryuujin was one of the greatest gangs in history that had been established by the first head of the Uchiha Clan: his grandfather.

Currently he was the youngest gang leader and clan leader in all of Konoha history. But it wasn't like he had a choice since a decade ago; his older brother had been brutally killed and relinquished the position to him.

"Good luck, Boss!" His bike tech yelled over the roar of the crowd as he patted him on the shoulder.

His lips slowly spread into a smirk.

He didn't need luck.

The man he was competing against had silver hair and shifty blue eyes. He was the most loyal to Orochimaru. Their gang, Shinja, was currently trying to take over the grounds that the Ryuujin had held for over a century. He didn't like the man, just like he didn't like Orochimaru. They were true to their name - like snakes.

Maybe that's why their logo was the cobra.

He frowned at the man who was sitting next to him on his black motorcycle.

What was his name again?

Ah…that's right.

Kabuto.

The cheering suddenly died down and the crowd watched in anticipation as a girl walked out from the crowd. Her hair was an unusual bubble-gum pink color and fell around her shoulders. She wore a simple red Chinese dress, made from extremely fine material with twin silver dragons running down the sides. Her lips curved into a smile and she raised her arm, a lone white handkerchief fluttering in her hand.

Then she brought it down.

The roar of the crowd rose once again and the two bikers tore off into the streets of the red-light district, leaving nothing but a cloud of smoke.

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"Dr. Uzumaki!" A hand grasped his shoulder and shook. "Doctor!"

The blonde man opened his eyes groggily before sitting up and retrieving his pair of black wire-rimmed glasses. He rubbed his eyes and slipped them on, peering up at the nurse. "Hinata, what is it?" He yawned, covering his mouth with a hand.

He had been supervising the late night shift and must have dozed off while trying to complete some paperwork.

"A patient has been brought in but Dr. Tsunade is currently in E.R." The nurse told him with worry. Naruto slowly stood up and frowned. He was still in training, having recently graduated from med. school.

"I can't-." Naruto began.

"You must! There are no other doctors who are available!" Hinata replied, anxiously. "Don't worry; I can talk to Dr. Tsunade later."

"All right," he sighed. But before the words were out of his mouth, Hinata was already running down the hallway with her hand firmly clasped on his wrist. No wonder she was the head nurse for the short-tempered surgeon.

They appeared in the emergency ward where the ambulance had just brought in their latest load and Hinata walked over, pulling back the curtain. An unconscious man was lying on the bed and Naruto took in his appearance. He had various bruises and cuts, maybe a few scrapes.

"What happened?" he asked, still examining the man.

Somehow he looked familiar but he couldn't place it…

"He was involved in a gang-related racing." Hinata said. "His name is Uchiha Sasuke."

"Uchiha?" Naruto repeated, absently. No wonder he had looked familiar. It was Sasuke.

His Sasuke.

He shook his head and kept an irritated frown from crossing his face.

"Broken arm and fractured ribs." Hinata continued, looking at her clipboard.

"Is there any internal bleeding?" Naruto asked.

"None," she replied. Naruto nodded slowly.

"Okay let's bandage him up." He responded and Hinata quickly went to get the supplies.

To his dismay, his patient stirred and slowly opened his dark ebony eyes. He blinked several times and reached up.

"Are you an angel?" He asked, softly.

"No. I'm your doctor." Naruto said with amusement. "That was some accident you got into, Uchiha. I'm surprised you got away without any serious injuries." His voice lowered. "Besides, it's not like you to get into accidents."

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That voice was familiar. Sasuke bolted up in bed and winced as a wave of pain crashed down on his senses. He moved his good arm and touched his side gingerly.

"The patient shouldn't move." It was the same voice, only irritated now. Gentle hands touched him and he looked up, his breath caught in his throat.

"Naruto?" he whispered.

"Yeah, it's me. Now lie down before you hurt yourself." The blonde replied with slight annoyance. Was the annoyance because of the sight of him? Or was it because he was hurt? Sasuke slid back down onto the hospital bed and gazed up at him. Naruto calmly met his gaze.

"So this is what you've been doing?" Sasuke prompted.

"Yes." Naruto smiled.

"After you left the gang - things went downhill." Sasuke said, searching his eyes.

"Oh?" His response didn't give anything away.

"Orochimaru is moving into our territory." Sasuke continued.

"Then take him out." Naruto replied, casually.

"I can't. I'm losing control of the gang." Sasuke frowned. "I found out who killed Itachi." Naruto tensed up and slowly resumed flipping through the pages in Hinata's clipboard. "Orochimaru killed him."

Naruto's blood ran cold. Orochimaru? His blue eyes darkened to a frightening intensity and Sasuke watched him with hidden interest. The knuckles on the hand that was gripping the clipboard turned white, and then it slowly relaxed returning the blood flow back into them.

"Doctor!" Hinata came back with the necessary materials.

"Thanks, Hinata." Naruto smiled, regaining his composure. "Set them down here." The nurse did as she was told. "I have to take off your shirt, Sasuke." He walked over to him and slowly took off his shirt, minding his broken arm. His eyes lingered on the silver dragon on the back and the small fan symbol on his sleeve.

"Naruto, come back to us." Sasuke whispered for his ears only.

"Hinata, can you clean Mr. Uchiha's cuts?" Naruto asked, ignoring him.

"Of course," she smiled. She walked over to him and they traded places. "This will sting a little."

Sasuke ignored Hinata's gentle administrations and kept his eyes trained on the young doctor. Naruto stood with his back to him, his hands casually shoved in his pockets. The white lab coat hanging off his well-built frame made his fingers itch to smooth the wrinkles from the broad shoulders. Hinata was well aware of the quiet tension in the air and looked up at the young gang leader.

"All done," she said, quietly. Naruto turned around and smiled warmly.

"Thanks." he said as he walked back over to them. Sasuke swallowed and looked away. Before Naruto had left the gang, he had seldom smiled like that. But when he did smile, it was the smile reserved only for him. His heartbeat quickened as Naruto leaned over him and felt his sides, his gentle touch pressing slowly down and examining his ribs. Even his touch was still the same.

"Naruto," he moaned, softly. "Stop."

The blonde pulled back with a quizzical expression on his face. "Did it hurt somewhere?" He asked as he began wrapping bandages around his torso. He leaned over to him to reach around his back and Sasuke inhaled his musky masculine scent.

By instincts, he turned his head up and buried his nose where Naruto's collar was open. He could feel Naruto's pulse quicken and he smiled softly, pressing his lips on his collarbone.

"You're still the only one that I love," he confessed. It had been a long time since he had skin to skin contact with Naruto. But it was the scent of him that could make him drunk alone.

Naruto said nothing and finished the bandages around his chest.

"You should take it easy for a couple days," he told him, in a strangely polite voice.

He sat down on a stool and began the cast on his arm. Hinata stood nearby and handed him the necessary items without a word. They worked in silence and finally Naruto stood up and went over to the sink to wash his hands. Hinata carefully placed his arm in a sling.

"It hasn't completely dried yet," she told him, kindly. She started gathering the supplied as Naruto dried his hands on a towel.

"Make sure you don't get your cast wet." Naruto told him, seriously. "I'll see you back in a few weeks. Hinata, can you give him the paperwork?"

"Of course, doctor." Hinata said, smoothly.

"Do you have anyone who can look after you?" Naruto asked, staring at him with an unerving gaze. He opened his mouth to reply when--

"Sasuke!" The well-timed wail cut through the silence and a girl ran into the room. "Sasuke, are you all right?"

"Yeah," he replied, looking away.

"Can he go now?" The girl asked, anxiously.

"Just after some paperwork, miss." Hinata said, cheerfully.

"Sasuke! You look awful!" she cried, wrapping her arms around him. He winced and she pulled away quickly. She noticed that his gaze wasn't on her and looked up to see a flash of a man disappearing out the door.

The man seemed so familiar and she swore that he had blonde hair and blue eyes.

Could it be?

"Kyuubi?" she murmured, distractedly as her green eyes clouded over.

"Let's go, Sakura." Sasuke prompted as he slid off the bed. Sakura hovered anxiously beside him, hands ready to grab him if he fell. Sasuke managed to scoff inwardly. He wasn't that fragile. "Sakura, fill out the paperwork for me. I'm going to the washroom."

Sakura nodded and smiled encouragingly at him. Sasuke arched a brow before walking out of the room and into the hallway. His eyes quickly scanned the hallway for any sign of the blonde.

He stepped in the way of a nurse and flashed her a smile. After all, who could withstand a sexy Uchiha without his shirt and was currently a patient at the hospital?

"Excuse me, have you seen Dr. Uzumaki?" he asked. The middle-aged woman smiled warmly at him.

"Yes, he's heading to his office." The nurse replied. "It's down the hall and to the right."

"Thank you, Miss." he said, before walking away.

"Nowadays, young men could even charm the socks off of me." The woman shook her head, before continuing her nightly routine throughout the hospital.

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He found him as he was told, with his back facing him and sitting at his desk. Walking into the office, he quietly shut the door with a soft click and locked it. Naruto turned around quickly and got out of his chair when he realized when he wasn't alone. In the next moment, Sasuke had him pressed against the door. His hot hungry mouth clamped over his. The moment of passion dissolved when Sasuke realized that he was doing all the work and Naruto wasn't cooperating.

"Naruto," he growled as he nuzzled his neck. He was a little peeved at the lack of attention.

"Sasuke." Naruto reasoned, softly. "You're injured." His blue eyes slid down to the sling and he gazed at it with disdain. Sasuke pouted and flopped down into Naruto's chair.

"You're no fun," he frowned. "You don't even want to see me."

Naruto calmly began to collect his papers that he was currently going over and placed them in a neat pile. His irritation grew when the doctor sat down in another chair and took out a pen. Sasuke reached out and "accidentally" swiped them on the floor.

"Sasuke," Naruto said, warningly as he stooped down to pick them up.

"Naruto, I really need you back." he stated, quietly. "You're the only one that I really trust."

"What about Shikamaru?" Naruto asked.

"He's a bike tech." Sasuke frowned at his stupidity.

"He's also a mastermind, no matter how lazy he seems." Naruto replied, evenly. "A bike tech like him is a genius." He placed the neat pile of papers on his desk before settling back in the chair. Taking off his glasses, he rubbed the bridge of his nose, tiredly. "Have Gaara assist you."

"Gaara is gone." Sasuke said, solemnly.

"What?" Naruto stared at him in astonishment. "What do you mean?"

"He's gone." Sasuke repeated, defensively. "He's been missing since you left. We don't know where he went." He narrowed his eyes, angrily. "I tell you, everyone is losing their trust in me."

"I can't help you, Sasuke." Naruto said. "I gave up that life a long time ago."

"Naruto, I don't want any of your bull!" Sasuke snapped. "You can't get rid of your past! What would Itachi think?"

"Itachi's dead." Naruto whispered, his blue eyes frosting over.

"You!" Sasuke hissed, clenching his fist. He turned and slammed it into the wall.

Naruto sighed. Sasuke had always had a wild temper. He took out his first aid kit that he kept handy and took Sasuke's hand away from the wall. Dropping to the familiar task of cleaning Sasuke's knuckles and bandaged the broken skin.

Now, he had to buy a painting to place over that dent. How about a pop culture painting? Presumably one that showcased ramen…

"I hope you can live with yourself after Ryuujin goes down." Sasuke said, quietly after Naruto let go of his hand. "It was Itachi's dream after all." He unlocked the door, and walked out of the office. Naruto sat back in the desk chair that Sasuke had vacated before placing his glasses on top of the desk.

With his other hand, he opened the desk drawer and reached in. The ring that he brought out was silver and had the same familiar symbol of the fan that Sasuke had on his sleeve.

The Uchiha symbol.

His fingers rubbed the ring absently and he placed it back into the drawer.

He couldn't rejoin the gang.

He wouldn't.

Would he?

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Kisu.