-So...ladies and gentlemen, this is my first fanfic. I hope you'll enjoy! It's a humor, so using your head too much might cause severe headache, so I recommend you not to. XD Warning: Profanities ahead!


White above Black

First Chapter: A Devilish Angel

His name was Sasuke Uchiha.

A single male of twenty three, his occupation; a doctor specialized in internal diseases. He was graduated from a prestigious university with magna cum laude, and then immediately got accepted in a well-known hospital.

He had a personality of a perfectly calm, diligent, and hard-working man extraordinaire, who always looked and acted logically in every situation. He was well known as the 'Ice Prince' in his college days.

Sasuke himself convinced there was absolutely nothing that he cannot do, solve, nor reason with that clever mind of his. He was sure he could handle any kind of situation with cool head, from trivial daily life to life-threatening case.

He wasn't the one to believe there was something he could not understand.

Except for this.

"Uzumaki-san...please put on your shirt." Sasuke warily said, trying to control his voice to stay in low undertone.

The blonde man in front of him pouted and gave a smile, which made him looked adorable, but the Uchiha shuddered at it, somehow knowing the odds behind that smile.

"But doctor, you are going to examine me." He wailed softly, tugging another button. "I'm just playing along."

"But your-"

"I get it." He muted him. "So, doctor. Would you like to see something I happened to good at?"

Sasuke didn't respond. Naruto grinned eerily.

Naruto leisurely took his time as if he was playing stripper, playing the buttons with his fingers while purposely showing off his tan, flawless chest and toned abs. He arched his back in exotic fashion as he panted slightly, staring down to the rigid, wide-eyed Uchiha with seducing, slightly narrow blue eyes. Smiling an angelic smile), he licked his lips. Then he released the sleeves from tan arms.

Dropping the white shirt to the floor, the blonde proceeded to his jeans' zipper.

Sasuke blanched.

Then he snapped.

"I didn't ask for you to undress!" He shouted, almost shrieking. "I was only going to examine your respiratory system, as in your throat! You don't have to strip! And please, can you get the fuck off me!?"

That man was literarily sandwiching Sasuke against the bed.

Naruto looked stunned at the loud demand. But it only lasted for three seconds, before another sly, unabashed, and relentlessly innocent smile emerged on his lips. He laughed a dulcet rhyme. Sasuke couldn't hold back the shocked look from surging on his face.

"Doctor Uchiha...you don't have to be so bashful."

Sasuke twitched.

Never in his life had anyone called Sasuke 'bashful'. And he had just found the comment was mental.

Granting his demand, Naruto pulled back.

Sasuke quickly brought his body to sit, grasping at his clothes hurriedly. He immediately realized his attire and pants were all in their respective place, unblemished. But when he was about to sigh of relief, he noticed the front of his shirt was...unbuttoned. It showed off the sight of his pale, smooth chest.

"What...the fuck?" He blurted in shock, wide-eyed and mouth hung agape.

When did he-how did he-

He swapped his gaze to the blonde, who was now happily sitting in his seat, waiting for the doctor for his medical examination like a good boy he was. He smiled innocently at the half-angry, half-disbelieved Uchiha, who just shuddered at the sight of high-level pretense, keeping in mind just what kind of fuckery had been put on him just a while ago.

Sasuke shivered again.

This kid...this eighteen year-old kid is...

"Doctor?" Naruto called softly, smiling an angelic smile. "Can we start the examination now? Because I have to go to meet Iruka in around...two minutes."

Sasuke stared at him, a bead of cold sweat trickled down his temples.

...a devil.


It happened just yesterday.

Sasuke was heading toward the hospital cafeteria for a cup of coffee. He was tired and sleepy and was a hair away from lethargy, because he hadn't had sleep since yesterday, working on his presentation for a study conference in the next week. He had been relieved from his primary job in order to meet his deadline.

When he was walking along the hallway, Kakashi approached him. Sasuke had stopped on his track, when his senpai shouted his name, waving his hands and walking toward him.

"Sasuke! Thank goodness I've found you." The man had gasped.

Sasuke was immediately alerted, taking in the breathlessness.

"What is it, Kakashi?"

"Ah, yeah. Wait..." He panted some more, before taking a deep breath.

"So...I heard you're relieved for the preparation." Kakashi started smoothly.

Sasuke gave him a nod and a murmur of "Yes."

Then Kakashi gave out a grin so bright, it hurt his sensitive eyes.

"Wonderful! So I guess you're finished with it? Since you're heading to the cafeteria for your..." Kakashi coughed. "...snack time."

Sasuke raised an annoyed eyebrow. "Yes, I've done most of it. I only need few more additions, but it's nothing very important. Anyway, why do you care?"

"Well..." He coughed respectfully.

And came the kicker.

"Can you replace me to look for a patient?"

Sasuke blinked.

"Excuse me?"

Kakashi scratched the back of his head nervously. "Well, he's Shikamaru's usual, but because the guy was out to accompany the professor to a meeting conference, he's unavailable. But I can't, you see, I'm a surgeon, and examining or analyzing stuff isn't exactly my thing, so I thought-hey, wait-don't go-Sasuke!"

Sasuke had enough in his hands.

"Sasuke-"

Ignore, ignore, ignore. Sasuke paced.

Kakashi wailed behind him.

"Please listen to me-"

Not listening, the Uchiha mused, just ignore the idiot.

"-if you just stop-"

Sasuke sped.

"-I'll treat you Blanche's Sacher Torte (1)!"

A sudden halt was made in the Uchiha's side.

Kakashi waited with racing heart, wondering whether the fish took the bait.

Sasuke turned, slowly and warily. His dark eyes looked sparkled. But it soon faded to the usual arctic.

"...Blanche's?"

"I'll buy you a large piece." He assured, lips twitching to a smile.

Sasuke suddenly looked thoughtful, "...Charlotte(2)."

Kakashi's smile faded.

"Uh, okay. Two, huh? I can manage."

"...and pudding."

The silver-haired man made a face. "Sasuke, eating too much is not good for your health; it could cause diabetes and obesity. In fact, you look as if you're obsessed-"

He shut his trap as soon his eyes met with Sasuke's famous glare.

"So...chocolate?"

Sasuke shook his head.

"Caramel?"

"No."

"Custard?"

Kakashi could've sworn he saw the Sasuke Uchiha drooled.

"Which room?" Sasuke asked.

"Room 112, it's unlocked."

"Deal."

"Deal."

And the two turned on their backs and walked away in opposite direction. As soon as the Uchiha was out of his eyesight, Kakashi burst in to a serial of mad giggles. So much for the perfect Uchiha, he mused, they're total suckers for sweets.

But his giddy thought waned significantly to fright at the thought of how much those cakes will cost him.

He'll have another monetary crisis.


At the room 112, Sasuke waited patiently.

His vigor had completely replenished from the coffee and three heavenly pastries. To him, sugar was essential for one's brain proper function, it was the source of its energy. Sasuke felt he could take on a week of sleepless nights at this rate.

He sighed contently. Sitting on his seat to wait until the patient came was a bit tiring, so he reached for his data and health record. Kakashi had explained to him (he looked somewhat listless) a bit about this patient. Wanting to learn more, Sasuke flipped a page.

A picture of a blonde boy was clipped at the corner. His eyes were pristine blue, golden hair in messy style, his skin was tan, and he was smiling like an idiot. The particular part about the boy, that took Sasuke's interest, was three pairs of identical scars marring on each of his cheek. It looked animalistic yet somewhat exotic. Like a fox.

He wondered whether they were permanent.

The boy wasn't so bad, in Sasuke's opinion, actually he looked rather good-looking. Despite the idiotic smile, he looked wild, bright, and yet absolutely adorable, to put in girls' language. He seemed pure and naïve and angelic. And Sasuke knew girls loved cute things. The boy most likely was a ladies' man.

Sasuke coughed. Returning to the work...

His name was Naruto Uzumaki, male, and just turned eighteen this year. A student, and was in his last year of high school. Apparently, he suffered from acute asthma that had almost taken his life twice in if the help hadn't come in time.

So that's why he needs regular check-ups, Sasuke mused thoughtfully, asthma is like an ulcer in the ass, and hard to dispose of like mushrooms.

Beside the asthma problem, there wasn't any other record concerning other possible diseases.

Typical.

Sasuke's train of thoughts was disturbed by soft knocks in the door.

"Doctor...Uzumaki-san has arrived." Said a brunette nurse, poking her head inside the room.

"Please tell him to come in." Sasuke answered tonelessly, setting a composed gesture and putting the data to the desk.

A moment later, the door was opened and the blonde stepped in, closing the door with a faint click.

"Naruto Uzumaki-san, correct?" Sasuke asked without looking, fishing out a stethoscope from his bag. "Please have a seat."

There was no answer.

Sasuke held up his head to look at the blonde with quirked eyebrows. He saw the blonde stood in silent by the door, looking awed. Aside the widened eyes and mouth slightly hung agape, Sasuke was sure he was the same person he'd seen in the photo. Minus the obnoxious orange attire he was wearing.

"What's wrong, Uzumaki-san?"

Naruto looked as if he was awakened from a trance. He jerked up slightly, seemed a bit confused himself. But when his cerulean eyes met with Sasuke's obsidian, he suddenly smiled, uttering an apology for being late. Sasuke didn't mind a short delay, but he did mind it a bit when Naruto let his hand lingered a second unnecessary longer in his when they shook hands. He didn't know this patient was grabby.

Naruto sat.

"So...Uzumaki-san, I believe this is our first meeting. My name is-"

"You're Sasuke Uchiha." The blonde interrupted.

Sasuke quirked an eyebrow, but decided to shrug it off.

"...As you can see, I'm here to replace Doctor Nara, because he's currently unavailable. I am specialized in internal diseases, so you need not to worry, I can treat you." Sasuke politely explained. "Please answer these questions first; do you have allergy toward something? Animal furs, food, or certain kind of drug?"

"No."

"Do you exercise often?"

"Yes. I play basketball twice a week."

"Do you smoke?"

"Hmm...I did when I was fifteen, but I stopped two years ago."

"Do you have a resistance towards cold?"

Naruto flinched slightly. "...no. I got frostbites easily during the winter."

"I see," Sasuke said, scribbling something on a piece of paper. "Now, Uzumaki-san, please lie in the bed and unzip your jacket and if you're wearing shirt, please unbutton." He instructed, putting on the stethoscope.

Naruto nodded and obliged.

Sasuke began by checking the heart rate and breathing rhyme, his expression was serious. He noted the result in his head, and proceeded to press his fingers softly against certain spots, asking whether the part he was pushing hurt. He checked Naruto's temperature, then preparing to examine his blood pressure as well.

"Doctor?" Naruto suddenly said.

Sasuke looked up to him. "Yes?"

"Can this examination finish quickly? I have to go soon."

Sasuke quirked an eyebrow.

"I still need to check your throat and respiratory system, and maybe an X-ray... and it could take about two to three hours."

"Um, that'll be trouble. They only spare me fifteen minutes." Naruto said unsurely, looking somewhat worried.

"Why? Are you in the middle of work or something?" Sasuke asked, looking surprised.

"In the matter of fact, yes."

He thought the kid was a high school student, maybe he had class? Then again, the school supposed to give him permission to skip, if it came to medication, Sasuke guessed it was another thing he didn't know.

He didn't really care anyway, when Shikamaru returned, he'll never have to deal with this patient anymore.

"How much time you have left?" He suddenly asked.

Naruto got up, checking his wristwatch.

"Um...about three minutes?"

Sasuke grimaced in annoyance. Who in the world is cruel enough to give a doctor only three minutes to make a diagnosis?

"Fine." He sighed deeply, turning on his back to reach for a small book from the desk.

"Doctor?" The Uzumaki softly uttered, looking hesitant.

Sasuke silently scribbling something in the book, then he tore a piece of paper from it. He handed the torn paper to Naruto, who accepted it with bewilderment on his face.

"It's a receipt for antibiotic and glucocorticoids inhaler. You do have one yourself, right? Consider it as an extra when it's used up."

Naruto nodded, glancing to the receipt paper in his hand.

"You're letting me go?"

"You may leave now, but do return tomorrow so I can give you proper examination." Sasuke tonelessly said, reaching for a folder of data to record the examination result so far.

Naruto was oddly silent.

"...doctor, you're so kind."

A sudden halt was put on the Uchiha's side.

He turned to face his patient with a look as if he hadn't heard right. "Excuse me...?"

Naruto grinned widely, his smile radiated pure brilliance. "You're so kind. Just like how I picture you!"

The Uchiha reeled back; the brilliant smile hurt his eyes.

"I see." He managed to put up, missing the whole last sentence.

Naruto stood up, stuffing the paper into his pocket. Sasuke got over his surprise, and resuming scribbling some details, he had his back on the blonde.

"Remember, you need to return here for further examination. I won't tolerate a cancel; your asthma could proceed to worse stage if not properly examined and treated."

Behind him, Naruto uttered a soft "yes", he gave out a grin that was oddly wry and unreadable. He murmured something incomprehensible to the Uchiha;

"...kind...just like how I always thought you'd be."

"What-"

Sasuke suddenly saw his surrounding was running in blur, the wind was making swirling sound in his ears as something forcefully pulled his body by the arm. He felt his back crashed on to soft cushion as he landed hard, his mind vaguely acknowledging a thing.

It was until seconds past and a shadow and a weight suddenly hovering above him, did Sasuke finally grasped the situation.

"Doctor..." Naruto throatily said, glancing down to the wide-eyed Uchiha with a smile. His blue eyes gleamed.

"...you're just as I always thought you'd be. Arrogant, calm, serious, and hard-working...you looked like as if you could freeze someone just by looking at the eyes, yet you are really a good person at heart. Despite the cold you treat everyone with."

Sasuke blinked, incomprehensive.

Naruto smiled sweetly.

"And since you're such a good person, why don't you give me one last good-bye kiss?"

Sasuke hadn't had the time to answer, as Naruto deliberately took the moment of confusion to his own advantage, descending and pressing his lips on Sasuke's. Sasuke's body almost immediately went rigid, wide-eyed and mind fuzzed in circle. Above him, an eighteen-year old kid, a complete male, asthmatic, blue-eyed blond, shirt unbuttoned, and above all, a patient, was kissing him.

The fact made him want to laugh, if Kakashi and he were playing 'what ifs' and the issue suddenly came up.

Unfortunately enough, this wasn't a game or imagination, it was the reality.

After a short moment of chaste kiss, Naruto pulled away. Sasuke laid there in the bed unmoved, stunned, and horrified all running in an endless circle.

Licking his lips seductively, Naruto glanced down to the Uchiha, and winked.

"Well, I've got my prize for being a good boy." He said, smiling an innocent smile.

He descended again, kissing Sasuke by the temples.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Sasuke."

He got up, fetching his obnoxious orange jacket and putting it on. He gave the Uchiha one last sweet smile and a wink, before leaving his line of vision, closing the door with a faint click.

Sasuke got up, wide-eyed and mouth hung agape. A realization hit him hard and harshly.

Sasuke was a man of politeness.

"Fucking shit, he's gay!"

Now he was using colorful profanities to swear that Kakashi will buy him a whole fucking wedding cake.


TBC...

(1) Sacher Torte: A dark rich chocolate cake, sometimes with a filling of apricot jam, covered with glossy chocolate frosting of guilty pleasure.

(2) Charlotte: A sweet, cold or baked dish prepared in a deep straight-sided container and containing fruit surrounded by sponge cake slices, biscuits, or breads.

Blanche is the name of a France cake chop in this story.


-So...tell me what you think? Because I'm freaking out and anxious because I don't know what the hell I am posting right now. So feedback is mandatory. Tell me if you like it! :-)