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Hi people. If you're reading this, then congrats. You've found the bad side of the internet. Anyways...this is a Sasunaru/Narusasu AU (alternate universe). There isn't enough dialogue in here, and I'm disappointed. I'll keep adding, removing, and changing based off of all of your suggestions, thoughts, or my personal opinion. That's enough of the introduction. Enjoy it. Or don't.
Sasuke sighed as he pulled himself out of his bed, momentarily after shutting off his alarm clock on his phone. He stared at himself in his dresser mirror and started fondling with his hair. It was currently 10:00 am for this 22-year-old, and he was getting ready to start the day of his oh so very interesting life. He rolled his eyes at himself in the mirror and trudged into the bathroom. He then prepared himself for the day, by taking a quick shower, styling his hair, and brushing his teeth. After that, he entered his room and threw on a black shirt with UFOs on it, and a pair of dark blue jeans to match.
He raced down the stairs, only to find Itachi sitting at the island of his kitchen. Sasuke stared at him with his infamous displeased look trying to figure out what the hell he was doing in his apartment.
"Good morning Sasuke," Itachi commented with a smile as he looked up from his book. He slid a plate over to where Sasuke was approaching the Island that Itachi had seated himself at. It was avocado toast. Sasuke approached the plate and snatched it up picking up a piece of toast, leaning against the wall of the kitchen, and taking a bite out of it savoring the flavor.
"What are you doing here?" Sasuke asked, his voice muffled because the food was still inside his mouth.
"Don't talk with food in your mouth, Sasuke," Itachi said shaking his head before biting into his apple.
Sasuke rolled his eyes and swallowed his food. "That isn't what I asked." He then went to the fridge to take out of a bottle of water.
Itachi chuckled. "Someone's a little grumpy. Did you have a bad dream?"
"What?" Sasuke snapped, picking up the other piece of toast biting into that one. Sasuke then sighed, swallowed his food and massaged his temples. "Whatever. I'm going out. I might be gone for three to five hours. If you're leaving soon, make sure the door is locked," Sasuke said as he walked past the dining room table retrieving his phone and going to the entryway grabbing his shoes and slipping them on. He then grabbed his windbreaker jacket (which he doesn't really need to wear.) and put that on while picking up his keys and wallet off of a small table nearby. "Or just leave your key entirely."
"Ah, Sasuke. You're so hilarious. Have a nice time out," Itachi said as he went back to his book.
"Hn," Sasuke commented, just when his cat Asuka had come scurrying to the entryway before he was about to leave, with a confused mew. Sasuke pets her head, his pale hand running through her ginger-colored fur. He gave her head one last pat before leaving his house. Sasuke had considered that he was just going to walk since it felt exceptionally nice out. Sasuke grabbed his sunglasses before exited since the sun was shining. "See you in a bit," He said before closing the door.
First, he had to go and run a couple of errands. Since he wasn't that far from the heart of the city, he'd decided to take the busiest route since it might just be more profound. Unlike Sasuke, people in New York were naturally, well, busy. Sasuke didn't mind. It didn't bother him, honestly. For him to be in one of the nation's most popular news companies, The New York Times; it didn't disturb him at all. Since he was in that company, he had taken up the offer to be able to travel the world getting all types of information. For example, he traveled to Beijing. For him being native to Japan, he knew some Chinese which helped him get around. Seoul was another. He didn't know the language of Koreans, which was fine since with him a few people he talked to spoke English.
Crossing the street, Sasuke had the idea of going to Starbucks. He didn't at all see the purpose of his carrying this water bottle if he were just going to buy COFFEE. For Sasuke to not be a sweets person, he still enjoyed a good cappuccino from that place. Thus, he ventured forth to the coffee shop, ordering his coffee, and leaving the wretched home of teenage girls and businessmen who didn't have internet access at home or people who tried to look as if they had lives. As Sasuke left the shop, he was debating whether he should go to the bookstore or not. I mean, he had a business trip to Moscow next summer, which is this year, and it was already the middle of spring. So, he was debating whether he should go there or not to pick up a few books on that place. He was unconsciously approaching the bookstore. Not that he was aware, of course. He was still lost in his thoughts of work and all.
Sasuke didn't even get a chance to tug on the door handle before he was smacked in the face by the door. His nose felt like it was broken. That and his beloved coffee was on the ground. Somewhat on his shirt too. Somehow his sunglasses stayed in tack. There was an obnoxiously loud person talking on the phone, and then a gasp. Sasuke had then felt someone's hands grab onto his hand and yank him up.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The man replied apologizing profusely and obviously embarrassed from what he'd done.
Sasuke didn't say a word. His free hand was just busy being held over his injured nose. Sasuke finally opened his eyes through tears that'd formed through his tightly shut eyelids reacting to the pain. There he saw a boy, who looked to be a teenager but was obviously his age, with blonde dandelion colored hair, and cerulean colored eyes that really sparkled. His outfit consisted of an orange shirt, black pants, and plain white and sort of dirtied converses.
"Are you okay?" the man asked.
"I'm fine," Sasuke replied taking off of his sunglass and placing them on top of his jet black hair.
"Is there any way I could make it up to you? I'm really sorry about this!" The man asked him.
The fact that he kept asking him if he needed to do something him really bothered him. "No. I'm not bothered by it," Sasuke said as he brushed himself off realizing the wet unnoticeable spot on his shirt and jacket. The man who had hit him with the door followed him into the bookstore, still harassing him about that apology thing. Anyone else would've taken a hint. Why is he so determined about this? Jeez.
Sasuke continued to walk as he headed towards the restroom. When Sasuke gave the man a serious noted tone that he didn't need any assistance or anything, he stopped and started to have a friendly conversation with Sasuke responding every now and then.
It was then that Sasuke was told that the man's name was Naruto Uzumaki; Sasuke was sure that he'd heard that name somewhere before. Sasuke then had the audacity to introduce himself. But subtler than Naruto. Sasuke went up and down the aisle looking for the books he needed. He shooed Naruto away into buying himself something from the cafe in the bookstore and telling Naruto to imagine that it's for him.
Sasuke continued to scan the aisles after grabbing the books he needed for his business trip. He was now looking for books for entertainment. As he paced down the aisles, he came across a book that had a woman with fiery red long hair, and sky-blue eyes. She wore a white dress that complimented her figure quite well, and he saw her name on the book cover; Kushina Uzumaki. Sasuke stared at the book confused for a minute, but then remembering someone she'd mentioned in one of the episodes of her tv show. Sasuke's eyes widened a bit.
Him? Naruto's her son? I mean, he did have the same face as her. But...it's coincidental…
Sasuke glanced at Naruto who was now chatting with the cashier, then back at the book. Right?
Naruto then came bouncing over towards Sasuke momentarily after Sasuke put the book back. Naruto shoved this donut in his face. "Take this as an apology."
Sasuke glanced at the donut then him before pushing it away. "I don't do sweets."
Naruto was in obvious shock. "How? These are delicious!"
Sasuke grunted quietly and continued to leave the store, ignoring him. How can he be so attractive, yet so annoying?
"So.." Naruto began as they strolled down the street. "Are you from here?"
Sasuke looked at him then forward again. "No. I'm actually from Osaka Prefecture. Although I am staying here for a short period of time."
Naruto's eyes lit up in interest. "Oh really? That's so cool."
Sasuke nodded slowly as they continued to walk. The only question that weighed on his mind was that book with his mother on it. But to be sure, Sasuke had to ask. It'd be rude to assume that Kushina was his mother.
"Naruto," Sasuke began, turning his gaze to Naruto. "Could you tell me about yourself and your family?"
Naruto looked at Sasuke and smiled sheepishly. "Well, I mean, my family isn't really all that special. It's just my dad, brother an' me. My mother is included too, but she died in an accident a few years ago," Naruto's voice trailed off but then went back to his regular tone. "But I used to video call her an' stuff. We met a few times before she had to go and be a special guest in shows." Naruto said sticking his hands in his pocket.
Sasuke took a moment to absorb that information. He didn't know why, but he wanted to hold Naruto's hand. It was after that thought that Naruto then rested his gaze upon him.
"What about you? What's so great about Sasuke the great?" Naruto teased; obviously trying to lighten the mood.
Oh right. Sasuke had been so selfless that he'd hadn't thought about talking about himself.
"My family? Well, my father is Fugaku Uchiha of-"
"The Uchiha Industries?!" Naruto interrupted in an almost shrieked tone.
Sasuke sighed heavily. So even boys like him got obsessed with a fashion company.
"Yes," Sasuke continued. "My mother is Mikoto. She's the head of the women's fashion. My brother, Itachi, he's part of the modeling and photography agency. My father is the CEO of the company."
When Sasuke had finished explaining, Naruto looked so...happy? No, that wasn't it. Well whatever it was, it's hard to describe.
After the introductions, Naruto still trailed after Sasuke as he went to do things that he was supposed to do in the first place. Buying things, he wanted or needed, exploring, things like that. The time came to 5:00. Only about five hours since Sasuke had left his home. He felt as if it were time for him to go home.
Naruto was about to leave too. Much to Sasuke's relief. But Naruto had insisted that they'd go out to eat or something. Sasuke declined; a lot. A much to his surprise, he arrived back to his apartment with a phone number in his hand and an uncertain expression on his face.
Of course, Itachi was still there. He was restocking Sasuke's fridge with food since Sasuke hadn't gone to the grocery store yet. Concerned for his little brother's well-being, Itachi came over to him as Sasuke took off of his shoes in the entryway.
"Sasuke? Everything alright?" Itachi questioned as he took Sasuke's coat.
Sasuke walked into the living room and flopped down on the sofa. His cat came padding towards him momentarily. She lay in his lap, falling asleep.
"I," Sasuke finally began. "Am fine. Everything is okay." He shook his head as if he were trying to make Itachi forgetful of what had happened.
"Really, now?" Itachi asked, frowning. "Well if it isn't anything wrong, help me put the food up. And wash your hands before doing so." Itachi commented as he went into the kitchen. Sasuke then arose himself from the sofa, softly moving his cat and placing her on one of the cushions and going into the kitchen.
As he washed his hands at the sink, he was mentally beating himself up over the fact that the phone number that was given to him didn't mean anything at all.
"Jeez," Sasuke muttered to himself as he put away the asparagus that was bought for him.
AN (Author's note)
Alright...then. That concludes the first part. I honestly do not know how this would end or work out, but we'll see. Right now, my only beta readers are my re-reading and my Grammarly application. I'd like feedback! Thanks for reading.