AN: Well hello this is my second Sasunaru fic but the first that appear on the internet. I'm a bit nervous though heheh. It was inspired by some authors here on FF, and I hope you'll like it :D
Please forgive me if there are some mistakes, I'm still a newbie and still learning to become better :)
Enjoy :D
Disclamer: These cuties are Masashi Kishimoto's.
Chapter 1: The Starts; Past and Present.
Small palm wiped a pair of teary oceanic blue eyes as his feet trotted towards the back door. He didn't stop even though his bare feet stepped on the damp soil, and climbed the wooden fence. He ran by the pathway, through the houses, passed the buildings he never thought he could enter; the Opera House, the town's Big Ballroom, and the mansions. His breath hitched when he turned in a sharp corner, unconciously dropped a basket of pears of a small shop, ignored the angry yelling from the vendor. His knees screamed in protest, and sweats began to appear on his temples.
But he kept running, and running.
He no longer knew where he ran to. His mind was so blurred and his little heart felt a pain. A pain that sent some orders to his eyes to keep leaking tears.
Thud!
He found himself laid on the stone pathway, his eyes to the ground, the small tanned face met with soil. His already sore knees leaked with fresh blood.
Unfortunatuly this young boy was too innocent to curse.
He rose from the ground and patted his shorts. Now that he had fallen, the blue eyes observed his surroundings.
He didn't know how long and how far he had been running shortly before he fell. He didn't realize since when the buildings transformed to trees. From where he stood, he could see trees spreaded everywhere. The nearest building he could find was ten metres away behind him. At the end of the pathway, he could see a small lake, almost hidden behind the trees.
When he dragged himself towards the lake, he found a wooden pier on the side of the lake. He sat there, let his little bare feet touched the clear water.
He gazed towards the sky, mentally patted himself on the back by thought of no one made the effort to catch him. If only—
"What are you doing here?"
Oceanic blue orbs met a pair of glaring dark, dark pools.
The spotlights irradiated many kinds of color to the floor—yellow, blue, green, red, light purple—as the music roamed the room. Bunch of people danced on the floor, nothing else mattered at the moment. The beat of the music filled their blood.
"Drop the bass!"
A man with golden locks in the corner of the spacious room grinned. His clear blue eyes teased the dancing people in front of him.
"Oh come on, Sionne, drop the bass!"
The man stopped the teasing and did as told. He clicked his tounge and played his fingers on the panels in front of him.
A sea of people went crazy when he dropped the bass.
"Splendid as ever, Uzumaki!" a tall white-haired man cheered as the blonde man entered the lounge room. "Or I could say, Sionne?"
The man called 'Uzumaki' smiled widely as he struggled from the friendlish hug by the white-haired man. "Drop it off, Jiraiya. I just do what I have to." He shrugged and scratched the back of his head. "By the way, where's Kakashi?"
"Your manager?" The man called 'Jiraiya' raised one of his eyebrow. "I think I saw him somewhere just now... uh, yeah, he's in the back parking lot. Speaking on his phone or something."
Uzumaki patted the older man on his shoulder. "Thanks."
He grabbed his jacket from the couch of the lounge and made his way to the back door of the nightclub. Cold breeze met his tan skin as he stepped outside.
He tucked his hands inside the pocket of the jacket, and when his golden head turned to the left, he could see a silver-haired man standing next to a car. His right hand held a cellphone near his ear.
"Okay then, I'll see you later," the man ended his conversation with someone on the phone. His eyes glanced at the blonde man that walked towards him.
He smiled. "Good job again, huh, Naruto?"
Uzumaki Naruto shrugged and threw a small smile. "Well, if it isn't by the help of my super manager." He leaned back on the side of the car. "You know, I'm hungry. Do you mind to take me somewhere good to eat? Ramen would be awesome."
Kakashi eyed him unbelievably. "You ate four cups this afternoon."
"Yeah, yeah whatever." Naruto rubbed his stomach. "Come on Kakashi, you're my manager. Just feed me already."
Naruto expected himself to hear a nagging from the man beside him, but when he turned his head, the eyes of the older man gazed towards the parking lot's night sky.
He could hear a small sigh.
"Well, about that..." Kakashi scratched the back of his head.
Naruto noticed the uncommon tone. "What? What is it?" He eyed Kakashi as the man moved his hand from the head to his right pocket.
"I'm sorry Naruto but I think I'm no longer capable of being your manager."
Blue orbs grew wide.
"WHAT?" He yelled as pushed the other man's shoulders. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY?"
Kakashi struggled himself from the sudden grip. "Exactly like what I just said."
Naruto took off his grip and moved back to his previous spot. His breath catched from the yelling, and his head laid down to the side of the car. He let out a small groan.
"I know this is so sudden," said Kakashi, tried to explain, "but I have a promise with an old friend of mine. About build up a workhouse in a countryside, that is. You know Hanare right? I think I've already introduced you two."
Naruto's breath had been turning back to normal, and he averted his eyes from the sky to the man beside him. He tried to glare as best as he could.
"Well whatever then, just stick your ass up to that workhouse and leave me alone all by myself."
Naruto knew that sounded so childish, but it couldn't be helped. Kakashi was the one who always look up for him and treat him when his step-auntie wasn't around—and usually Tsunade was available at home just when it was the end of the month. Kakashi was the one who always help him to get away from the troubles he struggled with—and that came very often, with solutions by Kakashi that usually made the troubles became worst—and with that, Naruto believed no one other than Kakashi to handle him by being a manager of him.
Kakashi give the blonde a teasing look. "Don't be a grouchy boy like that." He smiled and ruffled the golden locks. "I know someone who will be a suitable manager for you."
Naruto scoffed. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."
"Just where are you this time, little brother?"
A black haired man scoffed as he put his cup of coffee on the table and adjusted his left bluethooth earphone.
"You can always found me with those dogs of yours."
He could hear the other man chuckled quietly from the other side of the line.
"Honestly I don't like to be bothered by your constant runaway, but Father insisted."
The man rolled his eyes. "Such a lie."
A quiet pause appeared on the line until the black haired man heared a sigh from the earphone.
"Take care of yourself and behave."
"Yes, Mary Poppins."
And with that he ended the conversation. He took off his earphone and put them in his pocket. His black orbs gazed through the wide window of the coffeeshop and he could see light rain started to fall.
Suddenly his stomach clenched when he remembered what was his purpose to come to this coffeeshop.
"Just what if this person is not fit for me?" Naruto asked as he walked side by side with a silver-haired man on the sidewalk of the town's center.
Dark grey clouds began to come as he gazed his blue orbs towards the sky.
"Just belive on my previous words," Kakashi replied. And then he suddenly stopped in front of a coffeeshop and gazed through the window to see a lot of people spent their time with caffeine. When he took a quick look at his watch, it says 04.30 p.m. "He should be already here," he said again, pushing the door of the coffeeshop and went in.
Naruto hesitated for a brief second but and then light rain poured from the clouds, so he followed Kakashi in.
When the blonde stepped inside he had to watch his steps because people who were scattered everywhere. Coffeeshops always got busier on cold days and weekends like now. He threw his eyes' vision to every corners of the spacious room, tried to find where Kakashi had been going just a brief second ago.
He almost took a wrong person if only he didn't see a silver-haired man waved at him from the table in the right corner.
Naruto made his way to the table as he pouted his face.
"Don't walk your ass off just like that," he said. "You bring someone here to—"
Blue oceanic eyes met with deep black orbs.
"Uh, hi," Naruto said awkwardly as he scratched the back of his head. He looked up for the man who sat in front of Kakashi on the table—black locks and bangs that covered his pale forehead, his thin lips that barely made a smile, black eyes that eyed him blatantly.
"Well, he is your new manager," Kakashi spoke as threw a small smile towards Naruto.
The blonde felt some strange feeling of familiarity, wait, what?
"Uh, my name's Uzumaki Naruto," he said that despite of the strange feeling. He passed his right hand to the man in front of him. "What's yours?"
The black orbs freezed. The face of the raven suddenly became so dark and Naruto caught a very quick glint on the dark eyes.
As he was expecting the blonde to say something else.
"Sasuke." The raven greeted Naruto's hand.