Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Warnings: AU, Shounen-ai, Yaoi, extra Uke Naruto -believe it!

A/N: Welcome to this SasuNaru story of mine! It's multichaptered and betareaded, yay! I hope you'll enjoy reading it without my mistakes!"

How is he?" a deep voice asked to a maid who was emerging from a room with a tray in her hands, a tray which was full of different dishes, for the one who was inside the room.

The maid bowed deeply before answering,

"Same, sir. He refuses to eat and doesn't want me to open the curtains to let the sunlight in. It's like…" the maid stopped for a while as she tried to find the right words. "It's like he's trying to put himself in a grave before dying," She said sadly, without taking her eyes from the tray.

"Great," the man whispered to himself as he placed a fedora onto his head. "What of his practices?"

"He said he'd go today's practice, master," The maid replied.

"Good, at least he remembers some of his responsibilities," the man sighed deeply and then moved slowly, "Keep an eye on him."

"As you wish, Uchiha-sama."

The man turned and began to walk hurriedly. He passed big halls and heavy furnished rooms. As he walked, every once in a while a maid with a silken kimono or a servant with a hakama would bow to him.

He reached a bright area and turned right and come down wooden stairs quickly. The stairs were curved towards the left slightly and at the opposite side, there were stairs that curved to the right.

"I'm going to Aogashima," he said to an old butler as the butler handed him an elegant stick. "I'll be back before the dinner."

"Anything special you want for dinner?" The butler asked politely.

"Nothing," Fugaku said and turned towards the big glass door. "Actually," He stopped for a while. "Make something he loves. Maybe that will draw the little sir out of his room."

"Yes, master," The butler bowed deeply as his master left the mansion.

"Take me to the airport and call the pilot," the head of the Uchiha family said to his chauffeur as he opened the luxurious car's door. "I want to be back before dusk."

"Yes, sir."

With that the black car left the silent mansion, leaving a dust cloud behind.

Breathe.

Breathe.

I don't want to…

I don't want to live anymore.

Sasuke opened his eyes slowly and blinked several times. He wasn't sleeping, neither was he awake.

He turned to the vacant side of the bed and then placed his hand softly on the other side. But as soon as his hand touched the surface, he drew it back immediately, as if the cold side of the bed had burned his hand.

He sat up slowly and took a deep breath. But the air wasn't filling his lungs as it was meant to be. He wanted some light in his dark room but the sun wasn't enough to disperse the darkness that was coming from deep inside his heart.

Sasuke left the bed slowly and headed towards his bathroom, which was situated in front of the rather big bed. The room wasn't too big, but comfortable enough, with a drawer, a toilet table, pillows at random places. As Sasuke walked, his once beloved instruments caught in his eyes. His elegant black, classic guitar, a cherry red electric guitar and a bright blue bass… Despite their elaborate placement, all of the instruments were under a thick layer of dust as if nobody had touched them for months.

Sighing, Sasuke entered the bathroom and emerged several minutes later. He stood in front of the toilet table, but his focus wasn't on the reflection of his form on the mirror. He was looking at the frame that had been carefully placed on the table. There was a young woman in the photo and she was smiling brightly, like she had nothing to worry about in the whole world.

A small smile formed at the corners of Sasuke's lips as he traced the woman's face with his fingertips. His smile widened as he kept looking at the photo. A smile, which didn't reach his dead eyes.

Turning around suddenly, Sasuke grabbed his katana and wakizashi from their stand rather furiously. After months, after his tears had dried, those blades had become his only friends. Friends, that meant to take others lives. However, today would be different.

Sasuke changed into a hakama and gi and headed towards the dojo of the mansion.

"I do believe everything goes smoothly."

"Yes, Uchiha-sama. This year the land is so productive."

"Good."

The sun was bright above the two men and Fugaku was having hard time in his suit. His employee, however, didn't seem to mind a bit. They were examining the farms that belonged to the Uchiha family. The head of the family was pleased with what he saw and was ready to leave the island, but someone in the farm drew his attention. He turned towards to lithe form and watched in awe as the sun made this creature look ethereal.

"Who is that?" He asked, startling his assistant.

"Who?" Young man looked around for a while and then his eyes stopped where his master was staring at. "Oh… He is Naruto, Uzumaki's youngest."

"He?" Uchiha looked at Naruto with more interest this time. He had blond hair which was reaching to his shoulders and with his every motion his hair was shining brightly. He had creamy, soft looking skin, and eye- catching full lips.

"How old is he?" Uchiha asked again, a plan forming in his head.

"I'm not sure, sir," The assistant said slowly.

"Take me to his father, then. I want to speak with him," Fugaku said.

"I'm sorry, but that's not possible sir," The young man said in a saddened voice.

"What do you mean?" Fugaku demanded.

"He lost his family two months ago. They went fishing and never came back," He said softly.

"So, he's all alone now?" Uchiha said, making the employee wonder about his intentions.

"No, sir. He has an old grandfather, and they live together near here," The assistant said.

"Take me to him, then," Fugaku said, getting tired of the needles questions.

"As you wish sir,"

With that the assistant led the way and as he said, they didn't need to walk too much, because the wooden house Uzumakis lived was rather close.

Fugaku knocked on the door and waited impatiently. After a few moments, an old man was seen at the door. He gasped as he saw the man before him, and bowed as deep as he could in his state.

"No need for this," Uchiha said as he stepped inside. "Your grandson, Naruto," He began directly without lingering.

"W-What happened to him?" Old man asked, afraid of the answer.

"Worry not. I just want to know how old he is," Fugaku asked coldly.

"Nineteen, master," The old man said softly.

"Good," Uchiha said as rubbed his chin. "What is he capable of?

"He…" The old man began hesitatingly. It was strange enough to see the master in their house, yet the master was making the whole situation stranger with his odd questions. "He works at the farms, and he's capable of housework. He's the best cook of Aogashima."

Uchiha smirked smugly, making the old Uzumaki's heart beat faster.

"I'm taking him with me… I want his service at the mansion," said the master at last.

"S-Sir," the old man began, fighting back his tears. "He's lost his family recently. He's so broken, and young. Please… This is where he belongs… Don't take him away…"

"His youth is not an excuse. He was born to serve," Fugaku said harshly. "And, he belongsto me… Don't make me remind you your place. Your family serves mine. You do as I wish, am I right?"

"You're right, Uchiha-sama," said the old man, but couldn't stop a tear that left one of his eyes.

"Grandpa!" suddenly a gentle voice drew their attention towards the door. Naruto had decided to come in to house. "Look! What I…" He was pointing his wicker basket which was full of strawberries but he stopped speaking as he saw their guests.

He looked at the young man and smiled softly. Everybody on the island knew this young man as the messenger of the Uchiha family. And then he turned to the other man. He was in his fifties, Naruto could tell. He had a strong jaw, and thin lips. Under his fedora, Naruto could see his eyes. They were dark brown- nearly black, and sharp, as if waiting for anything unusual to happen.

Naruto bowed deeply as soon as he recognized the man before him. It had been almost ten years since one of the Uchihas had visited the island.

"Thank you for honoring our home, master," Naruto said without looking up.

Fugaku smiled in delight. At least this boy knew manners better than his grandfather.

"Naruto, look at me," Fugaku demanded, and Naruto did as he was told. The young warm eyes met with the sharp older ones. "I'm taking you to Tokyo. I want you to serve me there."

Naruto's pure blue eyes widened visibly and he looked at his grandfather, searching for some answers. What he found was nothing but a deep sorrow.

"Get ready," the master said as he headed towards the door. "We're leaving in thirty minutes."

He left the wooden house with his assistant, leaving the two Uzumakis alone.

Naruto turned to his grandfather with watery eyes. He sniffed and then run into the old man's arms. They held each other tightly but neither said a word. Naruto didn't say that he didn't want to go; he didn't say that he didn't want to be alone. Because he knew that they had no choice in the matter. Their fate had been decided ages ago, when Uzumakis bonded themselves to Uchihas.

"I'm sorry, Naru-chan," The old man said softly.

"Don't be," Naruto said, and smiled through his tears. "I'll come visit you," He said without looking at the elder's eyes, because he wasn't sure if he would be allowed to do so. "I should collect my things," He said and then went to his little room to take what he considered as valuable.

"Forgive my boldness master, but why you demanded Naruto's service?" The assistant asked once they were out. "As far as I know, there is no room for a new servant at the mansion."

Fugaku smiled softly before answering, "He is an eye-catching one, right?"

The young man nodded slowly.

"And, I want him to catch someone's eye," the Uchiha said and looked at his assistant. "Do you know my son's situation?"

"Yes, sir. I'm aware of that," The assistant nodded.

"I think he can be the distraction that my son needs," he said as they headed towards the private jet.

"But, sir, how you will arrange that?" The young man asked curiously.

"We only need the right time and the right place. And then everything will happen on its own accord," The master said and smiled knowingly as Naruto appeared slowly with a little bag in his hand.

"Are you ready?" The assistant asked as Naruto came and stood beside them. He nodded without uttering a word, and soon after, they were flying above the ocean.

After some time, Fugaku's eyes fell upon Naruto's tense little form. The sun was playing with his soft looking hair and making his creamy skin look paler. His naturally big eyes were widened even more, and his hands were grabbing the seat that he was sitting rather tightly.

As Fugaku observed Naruto more, his thoughts began to flow endlessly. Why he should…

"Are you afraid of the height?" the Uchiha said, suddenly cutting his own trail of thoughts.

Naruto shifted nervously in his seat before answering. "It's… the ocean, master," He said softly.

"Oh… I understand."

What he understood Naruto couldn't understand. What he knew of him? Nothing. Why he was afraid of the ocean? Why he would tell him his life's secrets? Who was he? Who Naruto was?

"You haven't been out of the island, have you?" Fugaku asked again, but Naruto didn't speak this time, only nodded.

Of course he hadn't left the island before. He and his family were slaves there, not the owners of the island. He wasn't allowed to leave his master's territory without his personal permission. And as far as Naruto knew Fugaku hadn't given him any word on that matter.

The rest of the trip went silently and neither of them spoke as they headed towards the mansion. Once they reached the destination, Fugaku called the butler and with some arrangement, he gave Naruto a charge in the kitchen and then sent him to his place to rest and settle.

"Sir, in the kitchen he won't be able to be seen by young master," The assistant said once Naruto was out of earshot.

"I know," Fugaku said. "I need some time before deciding what to do… You're dismissed."

"Thank you, sir," The young man bowed deeply as the master started to his own quarters.

It had been almost ten years since he had lost his wife. And he had spent so many nights alone. This hadn't bothered him before, but now seeing young Naruto…

He really needed some time before deciding Naruto's destiny… He would be either the cure for his son or the warmer of his bed.

Naruto's room was at the back side of the mansion, near the gardens. He observed his new living area for a while and then after leaving his bag on the single sized bed, he decided to wander in the gardens for a while.

Everything had happened all of a sudden and Naruto really couldn't get what happened wholly. This morning had started ordinary -or what he had begun calling ordinary after he had lost his family. And the strange ordinariness he had created were destroyed by a man that he barely knew. Why he had to come and change his life like that? What right did he have? Naruto wanted to ask, but he knew he had everyright. Everything about his life depended on this family. So, this couldn't be his life, could it?

Naruto stopped his musings as he realized that he was standing near a dojo. He looked around curiously and saw a young man that was standing at the wooden porch. He was wearing a white hakama and his gi was hanging out of his belly, displaying his well toned chest.

Obviously, he hadn't sensed Naruto as he was looking at the wakizashi in his hand as if mesmerized by the shining blade.

Naruto narrowed his eyes as the young man lifted the short sword, pointing it to his heart. Without realizing, Naruto was moving.

"No-" he whispered to himself and began to run, closing the short distance between the man and himself.

"Stop!" Naruto shouted and threw himself onto the young man.

The blade flew from his hand and he lost his balance and he fell, Naruto landing on top of him.

Sasuke moaned as his head hit the ground hard. He laid there for a while, his eyes closed. And then as if realizing the extra weight on top of him for the first time, he reached with his hands and placed them around Naruto's thin waist, touching the warmness.

Sasuke opened his eyes slowly and was greeted by a pair of wide, warm blue eyes. They looked into each other's eyes deeply as the life around them stopped and left only the two behind.

We only need the right time and the right place. And then everything will happen on its own accord.

So, what you think? Thanks for reading and if you have time leave me a review and tell me what you think!