Naruto glanced to his left then stepped off the curb, following the white line that led across the street till his shoes once again came in contact with the sidewalk. With a sigh he raised his head and squinted his eyes to help shield them from the onslaught of god-angry rain and biting wind.

A girl in a black leather jacket waved shyly to him as they crossed pathes, tilting her black umbrella back slightly to blush cutely. She painfully reminded him of Sakura, and Naruto didn't want to remember Sakura.

"Bonjour!"

"Zhuh sweez nhuh frances."Naruto muttered in reply, forcing a friendly smile onto his face before increasing his pace to escape the girl.

'Whenever I try to get along with people, they stab me in the back. Typical human behavior, they take what they want then leave, fucking up the lives of other people around them without an ounce of guilt. I hope the apcolypse decides to come early.'

He smiled softly to himself as he turned the corner, spotting a dark-haired man sitting at a corner cafe under a canopy, reading a newspaper while sipping his steaming coffee. The casual black knit gloves and dark silk pants with a long dark expensive looking coat signaled that he was either a pretty boy frenchman looking to pick up some girls, or a foreign businessman. Naruto suspected it was the latter. In the six months the blonde had lived in Canada, he had quickly discovered that spending all your money on clothes would get you nowhere.

Sure it could buy you a few lustful or envious glances, but in the end you were probably given more attention than you truly wanted.

Quebec city was large and many Koreans and French tourists crowded the streets, snapping photos of the fort while mothers panted like bitches in heat and babbled about how beautiful and historic it was and their children chewed chocolate bars and tossed the wrappers onto the clean green grass.

In the old sections of the city there were various tourist traps and souvenier shops filled with t-shirts and shorts and even sometimes beer bongs that read Quebec or Canada. But that wasn't where Naruto liked to visit, no, he was on his way to the older sections of Quebec city to go to his day job at a cafe. The pay wasn't enough to pay for his apartment, but it did make enough to put food on the table and pay for the internet service and bus rides that he used daily.

The job he took up at night at a local bar paid for his fairly well-off cozy apartment.

"Bonjour!"

Naruto blinked and shook his head, midnight blue eyes snapping sideways, then he craned his tanned neck in realization and stare questioningly back at the dark-haired man still occupying a table at the cafe.

"Sweez Engles?"The man asked in a smooth baritone voice.

Naruto nodded and turned his body to face him while adjusting his grip casually on his backpack.

"Could you tell me in which direction the old section of this city is? I lost my map a while back and.."

"Its fine. You go down this road to where that large statue is. They have a small green building behind it that sells souveniers in the basement. Go down there and take the trolley down to the lower section and you're there."

"Thankyou."The man went back to reading his paper.

'Jeez. What a bastard.'The blonde turned and continued on his way, trying to shake off the feeling that he had heard that voice somewhere before. He took his own directions past the statue but instead of going to the souvenier store, he turned left and took the steps slowly, ignoring the babbling in various laguages of tourists. A little Japanese boy screamed fitfully, clinging to his mother's leg while she smiled and chatted with one of the other members of the tour group. Naruto flashed a smile at the boy.

Staring in mute amazement, the dark haired boy stuck a thumb in his mouth and stepped further behind the protection of his mother's legs, eyeing Naruto curiously.

"Konichiwa."Naruto smiled.

"Konichiwa."The boy murmured quietly with a smile.

Straightening, the blonde continued down the stairs and turned down the street, stepping into a shaded cafe and out of the chilling rain. A young Indian girl looked up from where she was wiping the tables and smiled in greeting, tossing the dishtowel onto the tablecloth and rubbing her sore palms together.

"Good evening, Naruto. You taking over?"

"Yep, you're free to go."

"Merci."

He nodded once and pulled his sweatshirt over his head to toss it on one of the desserted tables. In annoyance he straightened the snap-on bow tie that hung crookedly over his tight white shirt and black vest.

"Excuse me!"

Naruto turned with a sigh and forced a smile onto his face,"Yes?"

"This is a cafe, yes?"

Heart thudding against his ribcage, Naruto nodded and eyed the girl.'It couldn't be...could it? That's Sakura's friend Yamanaka Ino. If it is...shit. Sakura isn't here is she?'

"Excuse me."The girl huffed impatiently, swinging her beaded black purse over her damp bare shoulder."Is this a cafe? I was told this was and there's a sign outside.I'm supposed to meet someone here."

Clearing his throat, Naruto nodded and took up the damp dishtowel, brushing crumbs from the table,"hai, this is Cafe Chocolat."

"Oh, good. Can I get a table?"

"You have to go around the front and ask the waiter for a menu and table."

The blonde girl sighed and ackwardly straightened her short purple dress which clung revealing to her rather large chest. Muttering to herself she babystepped towards the front door, stillhettoes occassionally slipping on the cobbled street.

Naruto shook his head and smiled to himself, folding his sweatshirt over his arm and letting the soiled dishcloth hang limply from his fingertips.

"Ah, Naruto. Will you please show Miss Yamanaka to her table?" Gizelle called from the front door with her smooth french accent. She smiled innocently at him when he scowled and then spread her arm in welcome for 'Miss Yamanaka' to enter.

"I don't see why someone has to show me to a table, I'm the only one in here."Ino sighed and followed him closely, trying in vain to put her hair back into some kind of order.

"I'm horribly sorry for any inconvenience, ma'am. This is just restaraunt policy which we follow in order to provide the most occumodating and professional services to our costumers."Naruto recited in a dull drone, not bothering to hide his sarcasm as he stopped and pulled back a chair, motioning for her to sit.

Ino flipped her long wet ponytail in his face, pretending to turn her head away as she sat. Smiling tensely, the blonde man wiped cold drops of water from his face and straightened, walking away stiffly.

"Gizelle, she's all yours." He muttered, passing his fellow employee as he wandered towards the door to sweep the entrance carpet."And she's expecting someone else to join her so don't 'accidentally' wander off anywhere and leave me here alone."

Gizelle giggled and punched his arm, causing him to smile in amusement as he swung at her with said broom."Don't tempt me Naruto, I just might. Did you see that girls DRESS? Good lord, I thought she was one of the prostitutes from downtown."

The blonde snorted dryly,"too bad for you then. Maybe you can scare her some, ne?"

Gizelle giggled again and flounced off to her costumer's table. Naruto shook his head once more.'You can practically see all the possibilities just floating through Gizelle's mind. I almost feel bad for that Yamanaka person. I know I shouldn't, but maybe I could sneak off for awhile...just in case it is Sakura that's here with Ino.'

The blonde lazily began sweeping the front carpet, trying to ignore the now slowing drizzle that dampened his shirt collar as it cascaded off of the cafe's awning.

"Oh."

Naruto tried not to growl and raised his head, blinking in mild surprise when pure midnight eyes stare back into his.

"Are you here to meet Yamanaka Ino?"

The man seemed to shake himself out of his musings and nodded,"Is she inside already?"

"Hai."

"So you work here?"

"Yes."

"My name is Uchiha Sasuke. I'm assuming that you speak Japanese since you use the Japanese word for yes? You don't look Japanese."

'Pretentious jerk.' "No, I only lived in Japan for awhile before moving here."

"Ah, so you speak French as well?"

"A little."

Sasuke eyed him curiously, causing Naruto's eyes to narrow. Amused, Sasuke raised an eyebrow and slipped off his dark coat, tossing it to hang off Naruto's blonde head.

"Hold that for me, will you?"

"Of course.."Naruto growled, holding back his temper.

Sasuke chuckled and walked past him into the darker cafe. The blonde shrugged off the jacket just in time to see the shirt Sasuke was wearing underneath. A soft cotton midnight blue shirt clung casually along a lithe muscled upper body. The black slacks he wore went perfectly with the shirt, and helped to accent his dark eyes.

'Rich snob. Hopefully I won't have to deal with him after this.'

"Ah, Sasuke kun! There you are!"

Naruto curiously stuck his head back in the door, watching the interaction.

"Hn. So how much are you asking for this time?"Sasuke muttered, sitting gracefully in the chair opposite of the woman.

"That isn't what I wanted to talk to you about. When I heard you were in Canada I wanted to meet up with you. I thought maybe we could go together to some places..maybe catch up a little and-"

Sasuke leaned forward, eyes narrowed and chin balanced on delicate pale hands as he eyed Ino like a bug under a microscope."Stop wasting my time. I told you before, and my answer is still the same. I'm not interested in you, or any relationship of that sort. If you aren't arranging to meet me for business purposes, then don't arrange to meet me at all."

Ino flushed, biting her bottom lip and turning her attention to the cloth napkin clenched in her fists.Her voice was low and filled with envy and spite,"so what, I'm not good enough for you? That whore Sakura was good enough for you, but I'm not?"

Naruto's heart stopped, then slowly started up again.

"Sakura was nothing to me. You are the same as her, you're both annoying pests."Sasuke replied coldly.

Tensing, Ino raised her eyes and glared,"you're lying. You slept with her and I saw you all over the place with her. Then you just left her, and I thought maybe I had a chance, maybe you and Sakura just had this little fling that only lasted a week. Please Sasuke kun, I love you! Even if it's just for a week, I'll take it!"

'And she was calling SAKURA a whore? Jesus, he's such a teme anyways, why is everyone panting like a bitch in heat over him? Fuck...this was who Sakura left me for. It was this bastard. She left me for this SNOB!'

"You...are a whore."Sasuke said slowly.

Ino exploded, standing and throwing her napkin onto the table. Putting a hand over her tearing eyes, she stumbled past Naruto and into the streets, blindly rushing away from the one who had broke her heart.

Silence reigned in the cafe for a few moments before Sasuke raised his hand."Waiter."

Naruto glared and turned away,'Let the bastard serve himself.'

"Waiter."Cold eyes bore into his back like needles.

"Naruto."

Blue eyes widened, Naruto turned to stare at Sasuke."How the fuck do you know my name?"

Sasuke smirked, eyeing him,"Is that any way to talk to a paying costumer?"

"Was that any way to talk to someone who loved you?"Naruto shot back, motioning to the doorway.

"She doesn't love me, she loves my looks, my money."

"Why would she like you for your looks? I don't see anything appealing."Naruto sniffed.

Sasuke's eyes narrowed,"I could say the same for you."

"Good thing I don't give a fuck about what you think. I don't even know you. If you need something, ask Gizelle the waitress, I'm not serving you."

Stretching languidly, the other man stood, pushing in his chair,"I could always ask your manager."

Naruto smirked, shrugging and leaning in the doorframe,"Go ahead, this is only a dayjob."

"Hm, where do you work at night? A bar?"

"Where do you work, a lab for testing and dissecting puppies?"

"Clever comeback."Sasuke drawled, glancing around once for his coat.

Smiling smugly, Naruto stepped back from the doorframe,"I believe your two million dollar coat is in that horse-shit-infested puddle, would you like me to spit shine it for you, sir?"

"Hm, Sakura liked that coat. No wonder your relationship didn't last, you're too lazy and dirty."

"What the fuck do you know about Sakura?"

"She was stalking me when you two were going out. I lived a couple blocks from you, we went to different schools that were next to one another. I went to the private school."

"Sakura went to a.."

"Yes, she went to the adjoining girl's academy. She and all her little classmates sent me love letters and valentine's day cards. I believe you met her outside the gates of my school? She was waiting for me so she could bug me about going out with her. You instantly had puppy eyes for her and...she thought she would make me jealous by pretending to love you."

Naruto paled, staring at the wall.

"In fact, it worked the opposite way. Back when I went to gradeschool in the elementary grades, you and me fought quite often. I don't know if you would remember or not, seeing as you're still a dunce. On the first day of third grade you accidentally kissed me?"

Now Naruto remembered, that ice-prince that always got all the attention even though he was mean to everyone. Naruto had hated him beyond what was healthy, and had often limped home after intense fights behind the school with him.

"I had a crush on you forever, I always sat on the bench across the street from where you went to school and made my driver come thirty minutes late because I knew you always got out last and walked home."

'The Fuck? Is he some sort of weird stalker?'

"When my parents put me in private school I still waited at the bench even though I knew you would forget me. You were the only one that treated me as an equal, someone that I could actually stand being with. When you went after that pink haired idiot, I knew the only way you would notice me is if I did something drastic. So I accepted Sakura's offer to date and she broke up with you. What I didn't expect was for you to leave immediately after. You hadn't even graduated from highschool."

Sasuke sighed and ran a hand through his hair, eyes distant.

"When I found out I told Sakura that I wanted to break up. I transferred to school here when I discovered this was where you moved to, I was hoping I could finally talk to you, maybe even have a civil conversation with you."

Naruto slammed his head back into the doorframe, squeezing his eyes closed before speaking."You were the one that took her away from me? What the FUCK is wrong with you! Are you some sick freak! You can't manipulate people like that! I LOVED her! I-"

Sasuke stepped forward , hands clenched,"Well she didn't love you Naruto!"

"Don't call me that! I don't even know you!"

"You know me! And if you weren't such a fucking dobe than you would have noticed that I loved you for you, unlike Sakura who was just manipulating you!"

"Well you were manipulating her!...you loved me?"

"I LOVE you. As in I still do. Even though you're a pigheaded clumsy idiot, I don't know why and I must be fucking insane, but I never fucking stopped thinking about you and..."He stopped and took a deep breath, eyes searching the blonde's.

There was only silence for a good five minutes until..."Sakura left me for a gay man! What kind of sick twisted JOKE-"

"NARUTO."Sasuke bit out, grabbing his shoulders,"Don't you even...I mean...Aren't you even going to-"

"What? Say I love you too even though the last time I talked to you was in gradeschool! Good lord this entire day has been a fucking hell, I guess this just tops it off! Look, man, I'm not a homophobe or anything, but I.Like.Girls. There's a gay community somewhere near here, you'll be right at home there. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go home and take a ten hour soothing bath."The blonde turned and strode out, glancing over his shoulder before going past the corner.

Sasuke stood exactly where he had left him, clenching and unclenching his fists with a lost expression conflicting with a rejected expression on his features.

"Shit."Naruto muttered, glaring inwardly.'Im not going to feel guilty over this Im not going to feel guilty over this Im not going to feel guilty over this.'

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Eh...Im in Quebec city right now and this story makes absolutely no sense but Im writing it anyways...-.-