Taken,
Inspired by Lucy Christopher's Stolen.
Rated M,
Pairing : SasuNaru
Genre: Romance/Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Playlist:
Show Me What I'm Looking For - Carolina Liar
You Found Me - The Fray
How To Save A Life - The Fray
Missing - Evanescence
Hush - Automatic Loveletter
Summary:
I was taken away.
Taken from everything I once knew, everything I grew up with and got to love.
And now I'm back, sitting here, writing to you.
Because, I was once taken,
But this time when you were taken,
You brought my heart along with you.
Unbeta'd.
Chapter 1
Save Me, I'm Lost.
I still remember the day you took me away.
Of course, at that time, I had no idea you were planning to kidnap me.
But you probably had planned it for ages already, right?
I was arguing with my 'fathers', Iruka was yelling about how I should wear colours besides orange, and that pervert Kakashi was calmly telling me that Iruka was suffering from sex-deprived stress. Of course, this just resulted in more fighting, and after a while I just ignored the both of them and told them I was going to get ramen.
That was when I met you.
Not that I didn't meet you before, (as you kindly pointed out during that time), but at that point in time, I didn't recognise your face, other then the fact I knew you were always there during the trip to Vietnam from Los Angeles.
I was going there on a mission trip, I think. Or was it a vacation? Its been too long, hasn't it. I can't really remember, but I'll try.
We were in the Indonesia, Jakarta airport, I think, that time. Transfer flight. At least, we were (Okay maybe just me) waiting for the flight.
You were there in the Check In counters, with your onyx black hair swaying around in the breezy aircon, and those fathomless black eyes, those eyes that could suck anyone's soul in and get lost in were focused on me.
I knew, because I was watching you out of the corner of my eyes.
Then you were there on the plane to Indonesia, and I felt you watching me again. Maybe it was fate that placed you on the seat next to me, while my parents busied themselves behind us. And we were sitting on the window seats.
You probably knew before hand I love window seats, because you didn't make a sound when I annoyingly opened and shut the window cover during the flight, letting the glare of the sun's rays hit our eyes.
Your left eyebrow simply twitched, I am guessing in slight irritation, but still you didn't complain, or ask me to stop.
I tried talking to you, I remember, but all you replied was 'Hn's and 'Yeah's.
Then I asked for your name, and you frowned slightly. "Its common courtesy to tell your own name first before asking others for theirs', dobe." I remember arguing with you, and we ended up calling each other 'Dobe' and 'Teme', but we both still didn't know each others' name.
Wait, you probably knew my name already, scratch that.
You answered one question of mine though. Your accent was heavily thicked with Japanese, I could tell. I'm half japanese, and you're full japanese apparently. That's what you told me. We spoke in English before that, but then after realising our similarities, if you could call it that, we bantered in Japanese.
After that slight banter, the rest of the trip was quiet. But I watched you sleep, I couldn't help it. You were beautiful , really, I'm not going to lie about that. Peaceful and all , and your breathing was light. Straight-challenged, that's what I call myself, really. After all, its hard to be straight with Iruka and Kakashi as parents.
So I'm gay, but you knew that already.
Then sleep overcame me, and I fell into her arms.
-x-
Then we landed at the airport, and like I said, my parents were arguing. I went to go find a ramen shop, because seriously, you and I both know its the best food ever in the world. You're just living in denial if you still don't agree with me.
And while wandering around, I happened to bump into you, your eyes as enticing as ever. "Dobe." You greeted me, your emotionless face still pasted on you like a mask. I tried to ignore you, I really did. But you know it yourself, its kinda hard. "Teme! I'm trying to find a ramen shop. Do you know of any around the area?" I smiled as I said that, I know. I guess I was trying to be nice and friendly and start over from our so-called 'horrible' beginning.
But as you said, the beginning started eons ago.
"Usuratonkachi. This is Indonesia, not Japan. Don't be stupid. They sell things like Ayam Penyat here." You spoke in your clear ringing voice, in Japanese, I remember. I frowned. "Don't call me that, Teme! And-" I blatantly tried to block out the truth that I had no idea what the heck was Ayam Penyat. "there's got to be some japanese place around. Its the airport!"
"Of course there is."
"Then take me there, Teme!"
I was honestly expecting you to decline and walk away, but you've always been one full of surprises, haven't you?
"Fine. Follow me." You glanced at me after saying that, before turning to walk off. I was too shocked to move, I didn't expect that. Seriously, you should have seen yourself. If you were in my position, then I bet you'd think you were a bastard too.
I smiled as I followed you, content that I had won that conversation.
I quickly caught up to you, your height overshadowing me. You were a good few centimetres taller then me, weren't you. I still remember your scent. Unforgettable, the type of smells that linger for quite a good while and stays etched in your memory. I can't really describe it, Maybe its something like the smell of fresh morning dew, mixed with the faint smell of cranberries and musk. And the mist that hovers around the mountain tops.
That's you , who you are.
"You still haven't told me your name, you know, bastard." I prodded you in the arm, and you suddenly stopped before looking at me, almost in a thoughtful way. "Neither have you, dobe."
"Uzumaki Naruto, yours?" I resisted the urge to fight with you. No, I'm lying. I didn't want to fight with you. You were like some freaking magical walking god, I swear. I wanted you to accept me. Why so suddenly, I wondered. But then it didn't matter anymore as you turned and glanced briefly at me before continuing to walk.
"Uchiha Sasuke." You pursed your lips slightly , as you suddenly stopped in front of a shop, its' signboard reading 'ICHIRAKU'. I didn't realise that until later, though. "We're here." Somehow the worried look in your eyes disappeared when you saw the carefree look on my face. Was I supposed to know you? Maybe. I would never know until later anyway. "Nice name, Sasuke was it?" Your name rolled off my tongue so easily, like as if it was always a part of me.
"Hn." You didn't wait for me as you disappeared inside the restaurant, obviously confident that I would follow you. Bastard, of course I did. An offer of ramen is too good to pass up!
You were already seated, fingers absently drumming the table as you looked at me expectantly. I sat down, directly facing you. The light finally shone on your face for true that time, and your onyx eyes, hair, everything seemed to light up. "Well, order away. My treat." The waitress passed us by, dropping two menus on our table and asking what we wanted to drink. Water for me, and green tea for you. She tried to flirt with you, I could tell. What with her ridiculously long blonde hair and rather decently sized chest that she literally kept shoving in your face.
Of course, I didn't say anything about this, neither did I choose to believe you were straight. No one that breathtaking is straight, and you know what I mean. "Should I have Pork based soup, Salt based soup or *Miso based soup?" I looked at you, and you blinked while rolling your eyes (I totally caught it, it was so obvious) at me. "Whatever you want, Uzumaki."
"No, I really need your help in deciding, cause I'm at a lost here, Uchiha." My eyes slanted slightly when you called me by my last name. I never really liked people using my last name, it was the same as that ice cream shop that was practically everywhere, Uzumaki. People calling me an ice cream brand. How awesome. Not.
"Oh really? Lost? Go find a map then."
"Fine, be an asshole. I'll decide by myself."
"As you pointed out, I have one. Unfortunately I bumped into you, so now I'm stuck with another one."
It was my turn to roll my eyes at you. For a handsome bastard, you sure didn't act like one. In the end, when I decided on Salt based soup, you told the waitress Pork. What a kind asshole you happened to be. Then when I asked you about why you did that, you simply answered me with a "Because I like pork better."
What kind of stupid, self-conceited answer is that?
I ignored you after that, but it only lasted for about five minutes when you broke the silence and asked me in a very straightforward manner, "Where did you get those whisker marks, dobe?" You probably noticed the sudden awkwardness in the air, and you quickly shut up. I looked at you, hesitating to tell you.
And here I have to ask you, why ask me? You again, probably already knew. Some sadistic, sick entertainment of yours, Sasuke?
"Would you believe me if I said I was an emo brat during my childhood days and carved the marks into my cheeks myself?"
"No."
"Shoot, and I thought it would be such a good lie too." I laughed, in amusement of my own (and yes, rather lame) joke. I didn't miss the fact that the upper corners of your lips turned up slightly, before regaining its normal state.
"Really, Uzumaki. Truth, please."
"Why would you want to know, you know perfectly well curiousity killed the frog."
"Its killed the cat, not the frog, dobe."
"Whatever!" I took a sip of my water before looking at you again and you seemed rather amused. Its okay, I understand. I'm a very amusing person. Also, I'm sexy and irresistible and-
Forget it, moving on.
"I was born with them, I guess. I had them since I can remember."
"And?"
You kept on prompting me, enabling you to get bits and pieces that you -of course probably knew long ago- wanted to hear. I told you about my current parents, the parents that died before I could remember their faces. Only hazy voices remained. Pain that tore through me before they left me. I felt pain in my cheeks as I said this to you, that probably being the time where I got the marks.
Then you heard about the quick transfer to my parents' closest friends, Iruka and Kakashi. After telling you a bit about them, food came, so I ate around...seven bowls and shut up, while your expression just grew more incredulous with time.
"Are you some type of new vacuum I don't know about, dobe?"
"Yeah, maybe I am, teme."
After that, you paid and dragged me out of the store, literally. I was on a high,
"Where… -giggle- are we going, Sasukeeee?" I heard my voice, it was completely off key and I was leaning heavily on you, but I didn't register it as a problem. My head felt so light and free, and the small voice in my head began to wonder if you had actually drugged me.
Of course you did. But I didn't know it yet.
"We're going shopping, Naruto." Your voice sounded like you were purring. Or was I simply dreaming that you were. I gasped in a dramatic fashion as I heard you call my name for the first time. "Shopping? But why –giggle-?"
"Because, you need a new look." And something to get you out of here unnoticed.
The last few words were never spoken, as you dragged me up to the shopping floors.
AN: I actually spent quite a while on this, the plot bunny was bursting to get out. Playlist for this chapter is up there, might had have something to do with the sheer awesomeness of how this chapter turned out. I'm not new at this, I used to be someone else. Of course, I'm not mentioning the account here, but those who knew me before would know. Much thanks to Kou Seiren for being my first ever reader for this story. She is awesome.
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