Our Golden Hours

Summary: Forced by his father, Sasuke was to marry Sakura before the week is over. However, much to his dismay-or rather, delight-he couldn't due to the fact that he's married to one named Naruto Uzumaki: a stranger.

Pairing: Sasuke/Naruto, Kakashi/Iruka

Warning: Yaoi (male/male), matured sexual situations between the same sex, dramatic situations, random grammatical errors, additional warnings bellow

Prologue

It was like any other day. The sun rose from the East as mothers awoken to take care of the daily needs of her family; fathers rose from bed to prepare for another day of being the pillar of support for his loved ones; children snuggled deeper into their bed in attempt to escape from the gentle but waking light.

The sky took on a good mood as clouds were not seen for miles. The soft sun light penetrated through blinds and curtains, warming up households and bringing life to the once dead world. The trees hummed quietly as they shivered against the pleasant light while leaves rustled away the chills of the night. Small creatures everywhere shook with delight at the warmness that the day bring. The people, busting with life, quickly filled the street to start a new day.

Noon quickly came around and by then, the people were deeply engrossed in their daily life. Mothers diligently tended the house while the husbands and children were away. Despite the hustling society, inside a small cafe at the center of the downtown area, a man idled. In one hand he held a cup of dark coffee while the other held a rather thick pile. Placing the cup of coffee down to free his hand, he opened the file and shuffled through the pages, checking its contents. Once confirmed that everything was in order, he put it down and returned to sipping his caffeine.

It seemed as if he was misplaced with his designer suit that curved to his lean yet muscular body, expensive leather shoes, and a limited edition watch that wrapped around his wrist. He occasionally glanced at the watch before returning to his coffee. Emotionless, black irises stared blankly into space while thick brows creased up against each other in display of deep thoughts. He was quite oblivious to his surrounding, or that he didn't care. Once in a while, a customer from a few table away would sneak a peak to marvel at the silken dark lock that fell around his godlike face, envious of the person he was waiting for. They wouldn't mind an adonis such as him waiting for them.

At around ten after twelve, the bell above the door jingled. A male walked through. Sapphire orbs scanned the cafe before settling on said Adonis. Blonde hair that seemed to be glistering in the sun moved into the darker space. Despite the lack of light, his hair still held onto a mesmerizing glow that outshone any lamp. The hoodie and loose jeans that he wore did nothing to hide his alluring lean figure. However, there was a grim smile upon his lips.

"Itachi," he greeted the Adonis as he settled across from him. His eyes glued to the file rather than the Adonis.

"Naruto," returned Itachi.

A waitress quickly appeared at their table. She wasn't missing out the chance of making herself known to these two.

"What can I get you?" she asked, lowering how tone to a seductive whisper. Naruto cringed at the attempt and immediately covered it up with a fake smile.

"A caramel macchiato with extra whip cream, thank you," he ordered pleasantly. She quickly left to fill his order. Once she was gone, Naruto's full attention was on Itachi.

"Why don't you just order a frappuccino? Or whatever the craze is nowadays," Itachi asked, amused by the order. An indignant huff was his reply.

"We're not here to discuss about my caffeine preference," Naruto replied before the grim smile returned. "So, is that it?"

He indicated toward the file that was on the table.

"Yeah," Itachi said. "The first few pages are some basic bs about legal disclaimers that the office is required to print. The following pages include alimonies, properties split which includes the house you're living in, the office that you both ow-"

"You can skip all that, just gimme what I have to sign," Naruto sighed, cutting Itachi short of his speech. He wasn't in the mood for this. He didn't need any of that. It wasn't as if he cared about any of those materialistic craps anyway. The one thing, or one person, that he truly desired was no longer within his reach. It was better to get this over with so he could get the hell out of this wretched place as quickly as possible.

He ran a distressing hand through his hair as he watched Itachi pulling out three sheets from the very end. The other male placed them in front of him. He then pulled a pen from the breast pocket of his blazer and passed it to Naruto. Instead of letting go of the pen when Naruto reached for it, he held onto it. His eyes scanned the emotional turmoils that paraded through the distressed face.

"Listen to me Naruto. I don't understand what drove you to this but think about this carefully. It's not your fault, its-"

"Itachi, I appreciate the concern but I really want to get this over with." With a forceful pull, he yanked the pen from Itachi's hand and quickly initialed and signed his name on the multiple highlighted areas. Naruto could feel his heart breaking into pieces. The ringing in his ears wouldn't stop and the tears building up in his eyes threatened to fall. His hand shook almost visibly but he held his all of his emotions in check as best that he could. It was going to be over soon. Just one more stroke of the pen and he could escape from the world to cry in peace. Despite his silent encouragement, his hand stopped before he could finished.

His emotions battled within himself, crying to be heard. His rational thoughts returned the blows with equal force. Both sides were driving him nuts.

Itachi seemed to be ready to pull the paper from under him, preventing him from finishing what he started. Before Itachi could muster the muscle to carry out the task, Naruto penned the last line of his name. With more force than necessary, he pushed the papers toward the older male, slammed few bucks from his wallet on the table, and dashed for the door.

Before he could make it outside, Itachi called, "Naruto."

He paused.

"If you change your mind later, it's not too late."

Naruto considered his words and before Itachi could start something else, he exited the cafe and disappeared into the light.

To Be Continue

Sooooooooo...I know I should finish my other story BUT I'm experience major writer block with that story! Instead the plot bunnies ambushed me with this one. That's why I'm gonna satisfy them because plot bunnies are evil and I value my sanity.

It's been a while since I write anything fictional. My grammar probably sucks so any inputs are welcome. If I get flame(s) because someone didn't read the warning/descriptions and doesn't like yaoi, I'm gonna feed it to my dog.

Additional warnings: I recently got into asian dramas and boy, are they dramatic. I got this idea from watching a whole bunch of dramas. While I don't intend to copy them, the basis of this story derived from them so if you find any similarity, please don't mind it. Also, unlike my other stories, I'm trying to make this one conversation-based rather than description-based, it's a totally different and new experience for me. There will be major Out-of-Character...It's kind of hard to make a story with someone who only says "hn" all the time.

I haven't read to shippuden yet. I stopped at where Sasuke left the Leaf village so I don't know all characters. I only know a few main ones and they will be the few that I will be including in this story. Currently, I planned to have 11 chapters, 1 epilogue and 1 prologue.

Random question of the day, which numbers do you prefer? 4, 5, or 6?

This is to help me develop my story so yeah.

Anticipating your reviews!

Cya.