Hey guys, I was trying something a little bit different here and decided to have a go at my OTP. As it currently stands, this is part one of three.
This is Sasuke x Naruto. Whom are both male. If you don't feel comfortable enough to read no one's forcing you. :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto-obviously-, just the plot ;)
Enjoy!
Chidori and Rasengan, the two superpowers of the corporate world, developing products for almost every imaginable use.
Uchiha and Uzumaki, the two figures pushing the two powerhouse companies onwards.
Sasuke and Naruto, the two eternal rivals, fighting an evenly matched battle.
Naruto and Sasuke grew up on the same street, their houses on huge estates opposite each other. They attended the same kindergarten, same elementary school, same high school, same university. Their corporate empires' main branches were located in towering skyscrapers on the same street. Wherever one went, the other was -unintentionally- right beside them. You'd think they'd get along, growing up so close. Sharing the same interests and hobbies. Sharing the same friends. Sharing equally tragic beginnings.
But you couldn't be more wrong.
Naruto was light and happiness personified. He was loud, exuberant and the definition of a social butterfly. Standing at 6ft1 the 22 year old had developed into a strapping young gentleman. His bright sapphire eyes had the ability to enchant even the most apathetic or jaded people and more than a few had admitted to drowning in their crystalline depths. His mane of pure blonde hair glowed molten gold in the sunlight and ragged bangs framed his youthful face. This, combined with his perfect smile and adorable dimples gave him a boyish charm he ruthlessly utilised to gain business ventures no other company could possibly dream of.
On the opposite end of the scale was Sasuke. At 22 the young Uchiha was 6 feet and 2 inches of pure sinewy grace. His features were often describes as ethereal, his exquisite beauty was renown. Inky black tresses framed perfect porcelain skin and aristocratic features that held arguably the sharpest cheekbones on the planet. His eyes were fathomless pools of midnight, outlined by such long lashes that they brushed his cheeks with every blink. Sasuke was rarely to be seen smiling but rumor had it that the sight could leave a person in a dazed sense of euphoria for weeks on end. His business, Chidori had skyrocketed since his takeover as CEO at the young age of 19 and now the only other competition left was Rasengan.
Where one was light, the other was darkness. Where one was perpetually happy, the other rarely displayed any emotions. Where one was constantly on the move, seen around with all sorts of people, the other stayed locked up at home or in his office. Where one harboured contempt and distain, the other felt only admiration and love. So alike and yet as different as night and day.
"No Kiba, I'm not playing this game with you anymore." Naruto glared at his best friend as the brunet lay sprawled across his king sized bed.
"Hey! Don't be all angsty with me. It's not my fault you're a coward." Kiba replied as he scratched at one of the two red triangles that covered his cheeks. Naruto's eyes widened at the direct hit to his pride.
"Coward? I'm not a…"
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Important event this, Uchiha bastard that. It's not like I care." Kiba rolled onto his stomach, hiding his grin. Anyone who was in the surprisingly tight close circle of the blonde's friends knew the one way to goad Naruto into doing anything. You just had to mention the name Uchiha. It worked like a charm every single time.
"You're still being a coward. It's not like anyone will recognise you." The brunet turned back to face his long time best friend. The blonde watched him from across the room, apprehension painted clearly in his incandescent blue eyes. Kiba watched as Naruto bit into his lip, clearly thinking over the situation. He could practically hear the thoughts whizzing through his friends mind. It wasn't that hard. The blonde was practically an open book. He just hoped his plan worked. If he didn't go through with the dare… all Kiba and Shikamaru's hard work would be for nothing. It was about time reality slapped the blonde across the face. They were sick and tired of playing 'double agents'.
"It's just a dare man. You don't even have to stay the entire night." The blonde just frowned.
"It's not like I have anything to wear on this short notice either…" His tone sounded too hopeful. Kiba wasn't having any of it. He caught his best friends eyes and smiled gently, it would be best to lure the other man into a trusting sense of calm.
"You haven't thrown away any of your parent's old stuff…" He let the sentence trail off on it's own. Both men realised the blonde was stuck there. They had plenty to work with. A sigh echoed across the expansive room as Naruto practically signed off his masculinity.
"I'm going to kill you one day, Inuzuka."
Naruto walked through the expansive ballroom trying to remain inconspicuous whilst keeping an eye out for his lifelong rival. Not falling and dying in the 5inch heels would also be nice.
'Why me?' The tall blonde thought for about the hundredth time that night as he received yet another lecherous look from one of the many dateless men nearby and hastened his search for any excuse to escape the grand party.
A slow smile curved its way across the young man's face as he spotted the ornate winding staircase which would lead him to the second level of the Uchiha manor. He knew, from the torturous hours spent in the house as a child, that there were a number of balconies leading off the second level where he could spend the evening in hiding. Glancing around he waited until no one was looking his way before delicately lifting the long skirts of his sapphire gown and climbing the marble stairs. Once he made it to the top he slipped behind the closest pair of deep burgundy curtains. Naruto unlatched the tall French doors and quickly stepped out into the night where he was immediately greeted by a cool breeze. A sigh escaped his painted lips as he leaned, in quite an unladylike position, against the marble balustrade, content to spend his evening observing the serene gardens of the estate.
A small cough behind him eventually drew him away from the beautifully lit traditional Japanese garden. He turned and was quickly yanked from his tranquil contemplation at the sight of the young man standing not two meters behind him.
'Why me?!' Naruto felt like bursting into tears. How typical, for the one person he had been avoiding to find and intrude on his hideaway. He watched with wary eyes as his rival came to stand next to him.
"I hope I'm not intruding. This is where I come for peace and quiet." Sasuke intoned softly, his velvety voice caressing each word like a lover. A few minutes past before he turned to look at his unwilling companion.
"I can leave?" His tone was unsure as he stared at the blonde woman beside him, trying to match her face. He was sure there was something familiar about her features and despite popular belief, everyone on the guest list was hand picked by himself.
"No. It's your house. Do as you wish." Naruto murmured, staring intently down at his feet. If Sasuke recognised him it would be the last time he could ever show his face in public again.
'This is probably the longest civil conversation we've ever had.' Naruto belatedly realised and snuck a glance at the stoic boy standing beside him. The soft lights of the garden threw his defined facial features in sharp relief and made the handsome man truly resemble a creature of the night.
'If I don't talk to much or face him straight on he shouldn't recognise me. I'll be safe.'
"Why are you out here anyway? Shouldn't you be inside with your guests?" Just when Naruto could possibly have gotten away with his cross-dressing act and passing right underneath the older boy's nose, his big mouth had to stuff it up.
"I'm trying to steer clear of someone. They don't like me very much."
"Really? I didn't know there were people who didn't like you, Uchiha-san." Sasuke winced slightly at the simpering tone. For years he had run from exactly the type of girl who would talk in this type of voice. If it was rare for him to make friends then it was virtually impossible for a female to become part of his exclusive inner circle. He had only met two females he would allow as acquaintances.
"He has never gotten along with me. It..." Sasuke paused, not quite sure why he was trusting this to a total stranger. It was a topic he had never spoken about before, despite the constant insistence of those around him. No one knew. Not even the guy involved.
"It's complicated, I guess."
At the clear depression in his raven haired counterparts tone, Naruto glanced up. For the briefest of moments he swore he saw all the sadness in the world hanging off Sasuke's shoulders. It threw a spanner in the foundation of his whole relationship with the man beside him.
'Doesn't Sasuke hate me more than I hate him? Why's he so sad?'
"It's alright if you don't want to talk about it. But, maybe it'll help clear everything up?" Naruto worked to keep his voice as soft and supportive as possible, remembering how Mikoto Uchiha used to get the boys to talk to her about their issues when they were still young.
"I… The first day of preschool I walked up to him. I remember everything so clearly." Naruto watched as Sasuke looked wistfully out into the distance, it was as if he was reliving the events then and there. He too remembered that fateful day.
"I noticed him straight away. He was alone in the sandpit and I wanted to play with him." At this Naruto's eyes widened.
"I thought that he might be unhappy alone. I was always so lonely in this house." This wasn't what Naruto was expecting. This wasn't what he remembered.
"I had to wait for five minutes before I even had the courage to talk to him." Naruto was pretty sure he was starting to hyperventilate.
'Oh gods no.'
"I stepped into the box and he looked up at me." Naruto's breathing was choppy, his mind in a flurry of remembrance, trying to find the holes in the story. Surely Sasuke was just making this part up to seem better in front of a beautiful woman.
"As I opened my mouth to ask to play he grabbed a handful of sand."
'NO! This can't be true. This can't be true. This can't be true.' He repeated it like a mantra in his head.
"He threw it straight into my mouth and tackled me. My head hit the side of the box and I kicked him in the chest." Naruto tugged at the bangs falling to cover his eyes. How could he have been so wrong?
'...I thought you were there to bully me like the others…'
"We fought like cats and dogs until the teachers separated us."
'And I always prided myself on being so sensitive to other's emotions.'
"Every time we saw each other after that it was apparently a free for all. We even put each other in hospital more than a few times."
'He wanted to be my friend. The teme wanted to make me happy.'
"When our families died… I think it was the only time he let me be around him."
'But it was only because I was too emotionally wrecked to push you away.'
"Seeing him in pain hurt me. It wasn't until then that I realised." At this Naruto stopped breathing. All the neurons making up his brain seemed to have ceased firing.
"He is my most precious person." Sasuke heaved a dry laugh. He sounded worn out and beaten down. The feeling of dread curling in Naruto's stomach lurched as it made it's way up his throat, choking off his air supply.
"And you hate me."