Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. This applies to all chapters.

Warnings: First off, I would like to warn you for the yaoi. There will be sex. There will be criminality and violence. There will be character deaths and some OOC-moments here and there. Vulgar language is a big part of this story, even if I don't believe in expressing your thoughts through rudeness and curses.

For the sake of the story, I'll also be referring Konohamaru as Kurenai's and Asuma's adopted son, since I don't want any OCs.

Summary: SasuNaruSasu (hints of other guys with Naruto), anarchist!Naruto (Bitch!Naruto) and therapist!Sasuke. Naruto needs chaos. He wants chaos. He creates chaos. Can Sasuke help Naruto to regain control of his life, even though the blonde isn't his patient? Or more importantly – can Naruto handle control? Perhaps there was a reason as to why he couldn't keep control in his life to begin with.

Dedicated: to MrsHellman, the plot queen. She's amazing like that, and always helpful. Plus, she's really good-looking.

Please read: This story is in no way meant to offend anyone. This story does not represent my own beliefs, opinions or thoughts. This is meant to be entertaining, just like my other stories.

A/N: I hope that you'll enjoy this story and take your time to review.

Evolution

Prologue: Bitch

Letting out a deep moan, the young man under the covers shifted. The covers were slowly falling down from the lithe body on the sofa, leaving the tanned body cold. There was another moan, this one a little raspy as the young, blonde man came alive from a short night's slumber.

Long legs were spread, one of the lean legs thrown over the back of the sofa. Slowly, almost lazily, the male stretched limb by limb. He let out a little yawn when he arched his back off the sofa, making the last of the covers fall down on the floor.

Clear blue eyes flickered open, immediately closing upon seeing only light. Groaning, the blonde sat up, his neck cracking slightly as he threw his head back.

The lovely scent of coffee reached his nostrils, and he gradually opened his eyes again. The light hit him yet again, but this time it wasn't as blaring. He gave a sigh, his mind soon catching up with his body.

His head felt a lot bigger than it really was, and his lower back was sore. Putting two and two together, he easily understood that the person who had caused him pain in his butt was in his kitchen, making coffee. Though, he was still too out of it to remember who it could possibly be.

Muttering ugly words to himself, his voice raspy, he stood up. He took a clumsy step, almost hitting his knee on the coffee table. He took a few awkward steps before he fell into a steady pace and made his way into the big room that was his kitchen.

The scent of coffee was even stronger in there, and he found one of his friends by the table, holding a mug in his pale hands. Not in the mood to face his friend, he ignored the raven-haired man and instead walked to the cupboard to take out a mug to himself.

"You know, Naruto." The dark tone almost made him shiver. "If you weren't so good in bed when drunk, I would really advice you to stop drinking so damn much."

"Like you're one to talk," Naruto snarled in defence. "You're just as bad as me, Sai."

The pale man sitting in his kitchen only shrugged, not denying or admitting anything. The blonde sat down in front of his friend, the conversation running out in the sand. Neither spoke until Sai had finally consumed all the coffee and left the room.

"You know what time it is, right?" Sai asked as he exited the kitchen to make himself ready for the day. Naruto didn't answer, but he glanced at the clock. He took a sip from his hot coffee, ignoring the fact that he would be at least three hours late for work.

Sighing to himself, Naruto raised the coffee cup high in the air. Slowly he tipped the cup and watched the black liquid rain over his floor. Hot drops of the drink spattered on his leg, feeling like needles on his smooth skin.

When Sai walked back into the kitchen to bid his friend goodbye, he spotted the pool of coffee on the otherwise clean floor. Naruto was smiling, looking as delude as he probably was. Sai simply shook his head, knowing too well that Naruto wouldn't clean it up sometime today.

"You're one sick fuck, Naruto-kun."

Naruto looked up, the smile disappearing. "Fuck you and your dead brother, Sai."

The grimace on Sai's face as he left didn't go unnoticed to the blonde, but Naruto couldn't really care less.

UAUAUA

Parking his motorcycle outside a coffee shop, Naruto corrected his disturbingly tight, black jeans before taking off his orange jacket and hanging it over his shoulder. He ran a hand through his naturally blonde hair, walking over the street to open the glass door and enter Umino Iruka's diner.

It wasn't his dream job – not anywhere near it – but his former boss, had fired him from her nightclub just two weeks ago. Sometimes he wished that he could go back there, because that was the place where his friends worked.

And had he still worked at the nightclub, he wouldn't have to wake up so early every day. He wished that he had the late evening shift instead, but no, Iruka had given him his hours between twelve and four.

When he walked up behind the counter, he was met with nothing but deadly glares from the two people working there. TenTen even huffed at him before leaving with two plates to the men in the corner.

Naruto glared after her, walking through the kitchen to the little office where he would find Iruka. As usual, the brown-haired man was sitting by the dim office, reading something on the computer. The diner owner seemed to hear him, turning in his chair to see who was standing there.

"It's a quarter past two, Naruto."

Iruka sounded calm, relaxed, but his face told other things. His dark eyes were narrowed, making the faint wrinkles stand out even more. His brown hair was put in a strict ponytail, as always. Naruto fought the smile off of his lips, wondering if the man had had a hard time while he was gone during the lunch rush.

"Would you please enlighten me where you've been?"

Iruka's voice had yet to go from this collected tone to hysterical yelling. But Naruto knew that the yelling would come, as it always did. Iruka was so predictable, from the way he always took his afternoon tea three o'clock; to the way he always tried to handle the situation as calmly as possible, but always ended up with a sore throat.

That was why Naruto hated Iruka.

Not because of the yelling, for Naruto liked it when people was loud and when things were thrown, but because the brunet was so predictable.

"Answer me, damn it!" Iruka stood up, immediately becoming two inches taller than the blonde was. "Don't you dare smirk at me, boy! TenTen had to work two more hours just because you felt like sleeping in! Don't you even feel a little bit remorseful?!"

Naruto didn't answer, knowing that the man didn't want him to. If Iruka got to scold him a little, they would be fine again. Even though Iruka always wanted him to apologise, Naruto never did. It was just the way it was: Iruka yelled at him, demanding him to apologise, and Naruto would simply refuse.

"Go and help the girls out there! Get out of my eyesight before I do something I might regret later!" Iruka shoved him out of the office, and Naruto had to restrain himself from storming back in and land a punch on Iruka's face.

Muttering obscenities to himself, he walked through the clean and calm kitchen and out to the restaurant itself. TenTen was taking orders from the old couple by one of the round tables, nodding and smiling as she scribbled it down.

Naruto didn't bother to put on one of the aprons, like everyone in the restaurant were obliged to wear while working. He grabbed one of the notepads and a pen, ready to start working as soon as a new customer arrived.

He leaned against the counter, his nose scrunching up at the thought of working. His eyes moved over the local, silently thinking that it was too bright. The tables were a shiny black; a nice contrast against the peachy-white walls and winter blue curtains.

The pling emitting from the bell above the entrance door made him snap out of his thoughts, putting on a happy face when two men walked up to him. When they ordered their disgusting American pancakes to go, Naruto only nodded once and scribbled it down.

UAUAUA

Somewhere far away, a tall man was climbing out of his car. He tried not to breathe in the obvious smell of gas and oil, which told him that he was in a parking house. He locked the sleek car, unconsciously checking so that it was locked by pulling in the handle once, before walking towards the metal doors in front of him.

He could hear shoes clapper against the cement floor, but he didn't bother to wait for whoever was heading towards the same elevator as he was. The metal doors slid apart, and he entered it with the grace of a ballet dancer.

He pushed the button with his pale finger, and the elevator almost immediately came to life, bringing him in a steady pace towards floor seventeen. While the metal box moved, he took his time to fix his already spotless appearance.

He corrected the raven-coloured spikes that were his hair; he checked if he had any marks on his colourless skin or if he had something dirty on his newly bought suit. But there was nothing that had to be fixed, for he looked just as perfect as he had when he left his house.

With a soft pling, the elevator came to a halt, and Uchiha Sasuke sucked in some air before he exited through the thick doors.

The environment outside the elevator was very different from the calm down in the parking house. The walls were painted in soft green, the floor was white and there were a lot of people running around in the corridor.

Females in green nurse outfits; doctors with long, white robes and patients in apricot-coloured hospital gowns. Sasuke himself looked a little out of place in expensive suit and handsome appearance. He looked a lot calmer than any other person here, even calmer than the few comatose patients that were pulled on beds through the corridor to be positioned somewhere else.

He moved through the stressed crowd, until he turned left where the commotion wasn't as heavy. He followed the corridor until he reached a waiting room. The waiting room was painted in strong colours, and the toys on the floor were equally colourful.

There was only one boy playing on the floor, even though he looked to be about ten years old, and should be more interested in the TV-games that were positioned in the corner. A blonde woman in his own age was sitting there, watching the boy with hawk eyes.

"Good afternoon," he said lowly to the female, who looked up in slight surprise. Her cheeks to a faint pink colour, and she stuttered out a tame "hello." He took a seat next to her, watching as the boy – Sarutobi Konohamaru – built a castle with Lego.

"How has the week been, Yamanka-san?" He asked the somewhat beautiful woman. She was self-consciously playing with her ponytail, but she also seemed obliged to tell him.

"He has been very quiet this week, but you know how it is... One week he is all fine and happy, and then he just seems to remember what...happened."

Sasuke nodded, not bothering to offer a polite smile. "Konohamaru-kun," he spoke up. The brown-haired boy looked over his shoulder. "Are you finished?"

Konohamaru stood up, nodding to his therapist.

"Good. Then we'll go in to my office." Sasuke turned to Yamanka Ino once more. "We'll be done in an hour or so."

She gave a weak nod and watched her Godson disappear with the therapist.

Sasuke opened the door to his office, letting the boy to enter first. Konohamaru immediately found his place in one of the black leather sofas, putting one of his little feet on the mahogany coffee table. Sasuke sat down in the black leather sofa on the other side, so that they were facing each other.

Konohamaru didn't open his mouth once until Sasuke had picked up his notepad and his favourite pen. But as soon as Sasuke had put the tip of the pen against the white paper, Konohamaru spoke.

"I miss them, Sasuke-sensei."

Sasuke didn't bother to write it down, for it had been too obvious. He nodded once, not showing any kind of expression on his face. Konohamaru continued,

"I wonder if it was my fault that mom didn't want to live anymore. Do you think so, Sasuke-sensei?"

Sasuke put the notepad on the low table between them. He cleared his throat before speaking, "no." He straightened himself, as if trying to assure Konohamaru that he was right. "I think that your mother missed your father so much that it seemed to be the only way out. What do you think, Konohamaru-kun? Do you think that it was your fault that your mother killed herself?"

Konohamaru didn't answer immediately, but Sasuke could see how much he was thinking. "No. She loved me very much – she told me that everyday. But why would she...why would she do such a thing, Sasuke-sensei?"

Sasuke sighed discreetly through his nose. "When your father died, Konohamaru-kun, your mother became very, very sad. Can you understand that? She missed him so much, don't you think? She missed him just as much as you missed him."

The boy looked straight at Sasuke, and tilted his head in curiosity. "If the one you loved died, Sasuke-sensei, would you kill yourself too?"

Sasuke forced a small smile onto his lips, forcing himself to think that it was only a child's curiosity, and not mockery. He slowly nodded. "If I loved someone as much as Kurenai-san loved Asuma-san, I would probably kill myself too."

To Be Continued