Note: This story is inspired by me not finding a good one to read after reading a lot of stories and my imagination running wild. Pairing is requested by my female counterpart, who has no name yet, a.k.a. my mischievous side. LOL.

Actually, I just made up my female counterpart now since I'm lonely. Would anyone be gracious enough to name her? *smiles*

Summary:

Timeless Love is a story where two different people separated by time found love. Meaning, the other one lives at around early to mid twentieth century while the other one lives at the present time. It was because of a magical antique telephone that brought them together. The only problem is...will they ever meet? Will their love blooms or remained as what it is at first and fades as time passes by?

The Phone Call

A young man in his mid teens with short, spiky, black hair stepped in as the huge gate that lead to a historical mansion opened itself. Said man had a fair complexion. He was wearing a pair of knee length black and white shorts, round neck light gray T-shirt under black vest, and a pair of navy blue converse shoes.

Hefting his bag on his back, the teen sauntered inside as he pulled his wheeled trunk with him. He was half way through when a man meet him and helped him with his luggage.

The man had similar physical appearances as the teen he was escorting in the mansion, only his hair was past shoulder-length long tied by a blue ribbon at the base of his neck, and was wearing a business suit.

Once inside the mansion's living room, teen settled his bag on the peach-colored sofa and asked the man. "Where's the kitchen?"

"To your right, Sasuke." replied the man.

The teen named Sasuke nodded his thanks and turned his back on the man.

But, before Sasuke could reach the kitchen, the older of the two said, "I'll bring your things in your room upstairs."

Without looking back, Sasuke said, "Thanks, Itachi-nii."

And with that, the man, which was Sasuke's older brother, Itachi, gathered the bag on the sofa and went upstairs with a little haste as the trunk was a tad bit heavy.

The mansion was built around the year 1901 by a man from Senju family who designed and helped building it.

It was used as a secret base of operation before by the military force of America during First and Second World War.

Years after that, the time's Lord Senju's great granddaughter inherited the mansion and married a noble man from Uzumaki family. And after a generation, it was passed down to their only child who married a Namikaze, a commoner.

Despite being a commoner, this Namikaze man gained the respect of people around the globe after running as president of Japan and won the election. For the lack of better words, the man was the best president so far, but sadly, he died young and early unexpectedly.

And, due to some circumstances, the mansion was sold out after a year or so of hearing in the court, and Uchiha Itachi, a businessman, was the lucky one who brought the historical place.

Itachi, being the good brother to his younger brother as he was, took his time on unpacking Sasuke's things and placing them in their proper places before going down to find his sibling.

Sasuke was wondering in the living room and was marvelling the grand chandellier when Itachi got down. The teen found an old telephone atop a nightstand made of redwood at the corner. Walking towards it, Sasuke grabbed the receiver as soon as he was standing in front of it.

"It's broken." said Itachi suddenly, startling his brother as he closed the distance between them.

The phone was still held up by Sasuke's left hand and told Itachi that he was not testing it but merely feeling it since it was his first time encountering an antique telephone.

The man in business suit only smiled at the teen with closed eyes and walked away, saying, "I have to go back to work. Be back before dinner."

Sasuke watched as his brother opened the slightly ajar right side of the door, stepped through it, and closed it with a soft click of the knob. Letting out a breath, Sasuke placed the receiver back on its proper place when it rang. His eyes widened a little, not expecting the telephone to ring. Thinking that Itachi must be making a fun of him, Sasuke followed the black wire from the old phone with his sight down until it vanished under the white see-through cloth. He duck a little and lifted up the cloth only to find that the line was cut and the telephone was not supposed to be working anymore.

The telephone had stopped ringing for a moment, and then it rang once again as Sasuke stood straight, staring ahead.

Now, the teen was freaking out inside. There's no way a ghost is real, he thought. So, gathering all his scattered courage, he answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Hello?" a voice; soft and gentle, answered back.

Sasuke was frozen, his mind went blank.

"Hello?" the voice repeated uncertainly. "Uhm...is-is somebody there? I-if not, I'm going to hung u-"

"Wait!" Sasuke blurted out, cutting the person from the other line. He did not know what made him, but he just can not bring himself to let the person go. As though he was enchanted by the soft, gentle, and with a feminine touch voice, and inspite of the fact that he might be talking to a ghost that used to lived in the mansion before, Sasuke steeled himself and asked, "What's your name?"

There was a moment of complete silence from the other line before the person answered.

He said, "Naruto. Senju Naruto."