Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto and co. Does own idea of story and Tell a stranger Ltd
Strange little idea that I had to get writing on!
Enjoy ;)
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Tell A Stranger Ltd.
"Welcome to Tell a Stranger, all customers are taken care of on a personal anonymous basis with all confidentiality protected by numerical Id's. Is there a particular voice you wish to converse with today?" the clerk asked.
Sasuke stared at the women dressed worthy of a Japanese styled masquerade ball. A simple midnight blue mask adorned with gold jewels, matching a royal blue yukata, dressed according to the summer season.
"Hn doesn't matter." Sasuke answered, and if it wasn't for the Uchiha blood, the embarrassment would be glowing on his face.
The bench top between him and the clerk lit up in a choice of 60 or so colours.
"Sir, please remove your elbows to ensure your choice is what you want"
He lifted his elbows and tapped the deep orange, almost red, patch to indicate his choice. Thin eye brows rose in surprise to find that the surface was a computerised touch screen.
Well, he shouldn't expect anything less from his brother. Itachi always had a knack for finding a new market for a queer new type of business… and for refurbishing his little projects with the latest technology. But no, Sasuke was definitely not impressed.
"Voice 46. Male, lively, up to 30 years of age. Please equip yourself with the prepared mask" –a matching orange mask with red feathers was nudged towards him- "and follow the assistant to room 46" a voice over fitting the description explained over the speakers.
As a new woman entered the room to lead him out, Sasuke turned to the clerk.
"Thanks-" he raised his brows in question
"Royal. Royal Blue"
"Thanks Royal"
And he turned to follow the female in the Maroon mask.
Sasuke snapped on his mask over his spikes. He never thought he'd actually even consider coming here when his brother promoted its opening. It would have been a waste of time, like every other thing his brother tried to push on him. The toning gym he opened last year and the beauty spa. For men. But this was really… something else. Modelled after a confession session in a church. That's all he knew.
The maroon women brought him to a door sporting the gold numerals '46'. She swiped an orange card and pushed the door open, handing him the card and bowed.
"Thanks maroon" and he went inside.
"You catch on fast" she offered with a smile, and closed the door.
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Inside, was… quite a surprise? Sasuke' had never gone to a confession before, but he'd seen enough in the movies to be expecting a small cupboard sized room with just a chair and a hole in the wall. But he should have known better, we were talking about Itachi. Nothing but the best for his customers, the mask had a microscopic microphone, and speakers littered the ceiling.
"So, what can I help relieve for you today sir?" the voice was the same as the one he'd selected at random, but it held a cheeky ring, distorted probably to keep confidentiality for employees, he briefly wondered if his own voice would be distorted.
"Ya' there?"
He growled at the tone. Itachi probably forgot to teach this person how to behave.
"Where's the respect?" he demanded.
"Ya' get what you asked for sire!" Sasuke could almost feel the shit eating grin and the salute.
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Itachi almost did a double take when he saw who has walked through his sliding doors. His own little brother, probably just back from his business trip to America, walking into his little building.
It was purely by chance that he decided to flick on his plasma and watch the happenings in his little project. Confidentially? Yes nothing leaves this building. But within this building? Everything could be said and discussed. No one knew the names of any customers anyway, even if they did, nothing left the building.
So Itachi was permitted to have his fun within the boundaries of the four walls, every conversation was recorded and stored and high definition video cameras were installed everywhere for both security, and personal entertainment. All employees wore masks, all customers wore masks, and more often than not, both parties were large figure heads and/or associates and friends of Itachi. Hey listening to people's sorrows was fun, and Itachi gave free trips to Hawaii. Kisame was in room 16 and Deidara had reign in 49. Dei only usually only had one off customers, not many wanted to cry to someone who added a cheerful yeah on the end of everything.
Sasuke started talking; Itachi looked positively gleeful that it was Kiba from the Inuzuka family his otoutou was talking to.
Pity he couldn't use anything to black mail at home.
Nothing left the building, Itachi stuck to his own rules.
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"-Never thought I'd see him again, we were best friends since we were 3, and he moved away when he was 13. He always came second best, only ever to me of course." Sasuke sounded proud of him.
"Except, there was this one trick he always used, with those big blue eyes…" Sasuke cleared his throat at what he let escape. "Well he didn't have an older brother, so he had to start learning the trade when his mother died, father has bad health. Reason why he moved away." He explained for Kiba, unknowingly.
"Well, not that I suppose you'd know." Sasuke muttered.
"You'd be surprised…" the voice muttered back in the same tone.
Startled, but Sasuke let it pass.
"And for years, well I'd never know you, so it doesn't worry me. But no person has made me desire them, hopefully, yet. I mean I'd get off masturbating or having sex, but only 'cause of what was being done, never from the person-"
There was a chuckle and Sasuke looked ready to throw his cup of coffee into the main speakers, but reminded himself it wouldn't achieve anything. So he breathed deeply and continued.
"How much do you get paid an hour?" Sasuke asked.
"Not much" the voice answered indifferently.
"I'll leave you a three-thousand dollar tip if you stop laughing" he offered.
"Ha-ha!" the voice was trying to mock him, he was sure of it.
"As if I need the money" Yes, he was definitely sure it was mocking him.
"Final chance"
"Nah it's not worth it" the voice said with another laugh. Sasuke pinched the bridge of his nose, and continued.
"And then that moron, Naruto" -inaudible gasps issued from behind two screens-
"Had to be the thing … anything… had a reaction to! A bloody half cast Japanese born, American grown MAN!"
"It's bad enough for my parents to have one gay son-"
"Bi." Itachi corrected from behind his screen.
"If I really was gay, having sexual tension wont help with the deal at all, its meant to be smooth, but something's bounded to happen with that idiot running circles around it." And the dark haired man let out anther breath. Uchiha's didn't sigh.
"Alright buddy. Times nearly up, you spend most of it trying to get that stick out of your ass far enough to relax enough to talk to me. Waste of money I'd say." The voice said.
Sasuke frowned. Itachi smiled from his office. Uchiha's didn't like getting their problem handed to them on a silver platter.
"Hn." And he stood and left. He wouldn't mind talking, if it was that person again, no desperate sucking up and no sugar or sympathy; yup he could deal with that.
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"Itachi" Kiba spoke into his mike.
"Did you get all of that?"
"Oh yes Kiba." Itachi smirked.
"Looks like Dei's baby cousin has an undecided admirer."
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Naruto was stressed. Trying to manage his father's recovery and Uzumaki Corp. His father named the business after his late mother, instead of himself, shows how much they loved each other. And that was how Naruto knew relationships, marriage, and –he cringed at the image of his parents- sex. Unlike that teme and Itachi's family, Uchiha's were all frigid bastards.
His parents had discussed it; the parents were the only Uchiha's who'd fallen in love with the partner in their arranged marriage. But the two sons were sons of … no; their mother was an angel, much like his own. But Itachi was a manipulative bastard, got him to that stupid job at his new project, telling him that it really was going to be fun this time, well … Kiba liked it… so he went to try it. And Naruto's ashamed to admit, it is really fun… talking to strangers and making their lives of so slightly better was good. So many customers requested him that Itachi almost asked nicely for him to work more often. And that was the other thing, two bastards were always right!
Keeping in touch for years since he'd left was always hard, finding time between schedules, so only emails served, phone, not so often, and taking time to devote to visits and video calls were impossible.
So when he was going to business, about setting up the new extension in Japan, first thing he'd done was gone to visit the Uchiha's, Itachi had… convinced him to help out in his spare time, but Sasuke wasn't home then.
Who knew Itachi's turned into such a perverted creature, only a few actually knew that Itachi didn't really take an interest in everyone in sight, it was just easier to get his way, and he knew how to manipulate his looks. The looks that bloody well ran in the family. Sasuke was good looking; Naruto was not admiring him, definitely not, just staying a fact, an opinion…
But after seeing the younger Uchiha prodigy, well… it's more a fact than any personal opinion. The meeting… was … distracting, they didn't hit it off after the ten years as they were expected to, mostly because it was awkward, then came the frustration, the Uchiha side were composed, where as the Uzumaki side were not as serious, and patted each other on the backs after making jokes. The littlest Uchiha wasn't pleased. But who cared, he'd talk to him about it later, they had to make this work as well as everyone expected, there was no chance of failing this aid contract. As family friends, the Uchiha's would help settle everything anyway, but the accounts had to have legal documents, so there they were, having, in Naruto's opinion, a gruelling meeting, with the tight-ass.
"Sigh"
He needed to relax.
He had to cover Kiba's shift tomorrow, and there was a customer who only requested the mutt, so he'd have to distort more than necessary, and keep his 'ya's' going. It was going to be a long day.
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Naruto shut the mansion door behind him, and got into the car. It was a car to transport employees door to door, to protect the employees; people would pay millions to get blackmail information on any one of the clients.
The car stopped, the door exiting into a covered walkway into the back of the building. Itachi did his best to ensure safety and confidentiality for everyone involved, the big teme had more of a heart than the real teme.
He snapped Kiba's mask over his blonde locks and settled into the studio of room 46. Naruto heard the door open and shut from the speakers behind him, the view out the window was so brilliant he really didn't want to look at some middle aged businessman in a suit.
He adjusted the voice over, and begun.
"Hey Sir-" they never used names, obviously.
"How are ya today?" Naruto imitated.
"Same as usual, you should know, got a meeting after this, I'm not getting any new deals till I settle this, so still have to deal with Naruto and-"
The blonde froze. Sasuke was there, talking about him.
tbc—
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