Disclaimer: All characters of Naruto are not mine.
Pairing: SasuXNaru
This is a Mature fanfiction, thank-you!
Prologue:
It wasn't like he didn't care, well. Actually he didn't. He didn't care, he didn't care so much it hurt. And because he didn't care, he couldn't bring himself to close the damn door. Instead Sasuke looked into the hopeful blue eyes of his neighbor, leant his arm against the doorway, then accepted the stupid paper that was being held out by a tanned hand. He could tell the smoke from his cigarette was bothering the shorter man, it drifted lazily between them, creating a barrier and wrinkling the other's nose. He simply lifted it to his mouth, inhaled as if he was dying, and let that deep husky taste swirl about in the depths of his throat, with the reassuring thought that he would definitely die of cancer. At least it wouldn't be a surprise. "Yeah, I'll look out for your cat." Stepping back, he grips the knob of his door, shutting it and effectively cutting off a reply. He lived alone in an apartment complex and happened to like it that way. Without company visiting, ever. The way Sasuke saw it, was that he was 34, and thus felt he had enough experience in those long years of life he had endured, to tell every single living thing to fuck off. Not that he got bothered often, just receiving the occasional visitor, like Naruto, the man with the missing cat who had just had a door shut in his face, namely Sasuke's door. … In Naruto's face.
He had shut it, in his face, alright?
Yeah. Whatever. Giving the flyer a good look over, he shifted the cigarette between his lips and eyed the wide green eyes of the orange tabby in the picture, feeling unnerved. Like it was watching him….
He crumpled it up, barely giving the text on the paper a second glance, never less the contact information, and aimed it towards the direction of the kitchen. He wasn't sure where it fell, he didn't care.