Frantic Presumption by Kinoo Kyuu

Pairing: Sasuke x Naruto, Seme x Uke.

Warning: Oh honestly do you really need this? Future R, yaoi, sexy bastards, stupid author, and complete utter wreck. You don't have to read this story if you hate it!

Disclaimer: … No. I don't. You know the classic answer to why fanfictions are created right?

Hey guys : )

Here's a li'l something for our favourite day of the year, Valentine's Day! A new series that will hopefully brighten your once gloomy day!

… Or not. It's already February the 15th right now.

Chapter 1: Uchiha Sasuke? Uurghh…

The first thing people think when they first see me is probably… girly. I mean if you want to take a good look at me you'll see a boy with a small skinny figure, blonde hair, tanned, and very distinguishable three lines across both of my cheeks. I was barely five six and I weigh somewhere around a hundred pounds. Every so often you'd take a glimpse on shiny, perfect teeth from all the tough work of dentist regular checks and evil metal strainers called braces. I guess I can say that I'm not all that bad looking, but what really pisses me off is the fact that I'm a replica of some kind of flat, blonde chick.

Woe is me.

Okay, so let's cut the slack and straight to the factual info's. The name is Uzumaki, Uzumaki Naruto. Kind of catchy isn't it? Okay, okay, so it's kind of unusual and unheard of. You can thank my parents for inventing that so-called name of a food. Speaking of parents, my mom and dad are pretty much the oddballs. My mom is a high-class designer and my dad is the company owner of the Konoha Incorporation. I don't mean to brag, but we're sort of that 'filthy rich' family that gets those weird looks whenever we walk around the town. Too bad they don't know how whacky and lively our family is when we get home. Every day is pretty much like a brand new episode of those funny shows they show on the television. No but ours, you'd be laughed at.

I've had ups and downs in relationship. I am proud to tell you that I've had quite a change in my orientation. Up till then, I've always thought I was straight. Turns out I was slightly crooked to the other side ever since that incident happened...

Anyways, before I go there…

Listen to this, my stupid whore of an ex-girlfriend humiliated me in front of the staff. The pink bitch's name is Haruno Sakura. To think that I used to have taken a liking in her was an outright disappointment. A total fail of all the failures there is in the world. FAIL. When I first met her, she was as sweet as a pie. We go on dates a couple times and something unexpected happened, she and I got engaged. We bought a suite that we both lived in and had quite a good time. We also bought a red Ferrari to celebrate our first anniversary. Anyways, so lived our life happily until that one day when I saw her having sex. In the very bedroom of ours, and with a bushy browed companion of hers I recognized as Rock Lee.

Trust me it was quite a traumatizing scene. Especially when the one bobbing up and down on the green beast's stick was Sakura. And she was one heck of a bobber. Ew.

I didn't waste my time to take my cell phone out and took a picture of the said action.

The part happened the next day, when she humiliated me by screaming out that I was too girly and she was afraid to have sex with me because I wouldn't be the one taking the charge, but her. Loud and clear in the office. In front of Kiba and Shino and Hinata and Temari. I swear, the bruises inflicted on Kiba's and, that's right everyone, Shino's arm was a killer. Hey, do not get in between a frustrated blondie who knows martial arts pretty damn well. That is just another fact of life that should be listed in every dictionary of the world. Heck, if they don't have it, start writing it down before you accidentally hurt their feelings. Trust me; you'd be given some injuries as a souvenir.

Sakura and I broke our engagement of course, and hell yes, I've dug out some fortune on her. We brought this matter up to the juries and I played my game. The suite that we bought for each other ended up given to me… and the Ferrari? I got it, damn it! Afraid of the negatives being sent to public, Sakura's family also offered some money in exchange. It wasn't much, but I could see that it would be worth something. Not that I couldn't get the amount myself. But hey, it was offered for free so why not take it?

So I took it and worked my ass off to expand Konoha Inc. Finally, there I was standing, successful, wanted by many. I used to appear on magazines, get interviewed, and date someone every now and then. Life couldn't get any better.

But you see, life isn't all that nice and as you all know, things can get pretty ugly. Apparently, some hater (probably Sakura or something) hired a man named Kabuto to bother and disrupt me of my company's plan. He would always come with a sorry excuse that he was 'visiting the booming company' when it really meant 'jeezing with them fools.' Love is all around, eh?

Anyway, so I did mention about the incident, didn't I?

Well, I might as well tell you about it.

It was a normal day. I had to stay up late for unfinished paperwork and planning for tomorrow's conference. It had to be a good one, and my presentation needed to be flawless. After a few hours of hard work I glanced at the clock and immediately started to pack. It was around two o'clock in the morning and the conference was going to start at ten. I needed a good night sleep in order to do well tomorrow. I turned off the lights at the office and piled up my work as I walked. I said goodbye to the dozing officer and head to the basement. I dumped my work on the seat next to the drivers and slammed the car door before getting in and turning on the engine.

I withdrew a sigh. The company had been very lively and kept me entertained. But seriously, I was eighteen years old and should've been out there living my life in college and university. Now that I looked back I had skipped a lot of grades and pretty much became the nerd of the year. Well, 'nerdy-ish'. I was busy and didn't have a lot of time to have fun. Parents signed me up for music lessons and got me into modelling career. Good thing I stopped at fifteen because my overprotective dad refused to let me do the next project which I was supposed to do; an underwear shots. I couldn't thank him enough because as you all know, I'm pretty happy to know that my package is known strictly to myself only. And I know what you're thinking and the answer is fuck no, it's not small.

… Okay, so following the story. I arrived in front my apartment and parked my car in the designated spot. God, it was dark and I just wanted to throw myself on the soft, fluffy mattress of mine. I silently got out of my car and walked towards the door that leads to the elevator. I was sleepy and there was nothing more than I wanted than to just go ahead and go to the dreamland.

"BANG!"

I stared around confusedly. That was loud.

"BANG! BANG!"

I could hear someone hitched a breath and something slumped to the ground. At that moment I could still hear the ever so fading clatter noise that emanated throughout my surrounding, repeating over and over. It was scary and my instincts told me to run. I dare not to look back and slowly hid behind the wall. It didn't last long till my curiosity had reached its peak and got the best of me. I moved my head and my eyes instantly grew in horror.

Someone was shot.

The body was there, lying on the ground and the shooter was right beside it, kicking the side of the body to check whether or not his target had died. The shooter was dressed in an all-black outfit and wore a high-collared jacket to hide his face. If I weren't so scared I would've cracked a joke about the ridiculous red clouds the seemed to be pasted on the jacket for every one centimetre. The victim was a male and… quite a rich one I believe. His suit looked brand new although it didn't matter now that he was gone forever.

Meanwhile, the killer took out his cell phone and punched down some number. He put the phone up to his ear, waiting for the other end to pick up. It seemed like the other person did since he was nodding and mumbling throughout the whole conversation. It ended in about three minutes. "Understood," he said coldly, and tucked his cell back to his pocket.

And then something menacing happened. The man started moving about and above all, towards my location. I pulled my head back. My heart raced even faster and I trembled a little. I was a black belt and I knew well enough to defend myself but it was still scary because the guy was armed. I wasn't. I hugged my work to my chest and stood still for a while until I heard footsteps leaving from the scene.

I fled right away to the small room and pressed the elevator button to go up, constantly looking at my back, wary at the shooter. Finally the door opened and I pressed fifteen, the floor which I lived in, and leaned back towards the wall. I could feel cold sweat running down my skin. The elevator door opened and I rushed to my room and dialled nine-one-one.

"Hello? This is Uzumaki Naruto. Yes, I would like you to come to Spring Ave. and go to the minimum height, beige-coloured apartment. There has been a murder and I witnessed it. One guy was down and as I suspected, the killer had left. The weapon involved was gun," I described rather fast and nervous.

I ended the call, slid off the floor, and hugged my knees. They were still trembling and I couldn't properly stand. I waited for a few hours until I heard the sound I recognized as ambulance and cop cars weaving through the night.

I went back to the lobby and welcomed the officers shakily. They gave me a warm blanket and a cup of tea to calm my nerves and began questioning me. The questioner turned out to be a female cop and she seemed to look concern. "Are you okay, Hun?" I gave her a brief nod, putting down the now empty mug. "You look way too young to witness all that. What are you… sixteen?" she smiled warmly, putting an arm around my shoulder. "No… eighteen," I said. "Aren't you supposed to be in a campus or something?" I shook my head. "No," I replied, and if it were any normal day, I'd chuckle at the gaping cop."And you're already a businessman?" I nodded. "Kids these days," she commented. "Okay, so tell me what happened."

"… Well," I started off almost inaudibly. My voice didn't reach me well. "I had just come back from work and parked my car in the private parking lot. I was about to go into elevator room when I heard a gunshot… I-I ignored it afterwards and thought it was just some sort of loud crack from the wall until I heard two other ones and that's where I thought it was serious. I hid and took a peek and found the victim… the one you found in the basement," I said, directing my glance towards the covered lifeless body that was being carried to be put inside the car. It was gone for an autopsy. The woman wrote down my answers.

"So you heard the gunshot approximately three times?" the brunette cop asked genuinely, her brown eyes bore into mine. "Yes," I replied quietly, "I think that the second and third time was done so that the killer was absolutely sure about the death." She gave an apologetic smile, "that may be it." A hand was put on my shoulder. "I know this might seem to be completely rude and everything since you've just had a horrible experience, but we really need your ID, finger prints, blood type, shoe print, and many others. We also need to confirm that you're free of gunpowder."

"No problem," I said, forcing a smile. I knew I was innocent, so why bother? A group of police went my way. I gave them my ID, and let them take my shoes. The blood check and fingerprint was next. It went well. The gunpowder check turned out negative as expected. It didn't end there though. They sought out information and the time of scene and everything. I was completely worn out, but I still had the energy to worry about how my presentation was going to turn out tomorrow.

"Excuse me," I started. It was hard to keep my eyes open. At that moment, I really expected myself to just roll over and collapsed on the ground. Luckily, I found my inner stock of energy to supply myself some strength to actually get up and ask the cop a question. "May I go now? I have a huge presentation that I can't miss in about six hours and I'd like to have a good sleep before it."

The same, nice brunette cop that had grown to my liking went over to my side and smiled. "Of course, dear," she patted my head. "I'll just go over and inform the Chie-"

"Hn," a reply went behind me. I turned my body around to properly take a good look at the owner of the said gruff voice. My eyes went wide.

A six foot three, tall figure stood back. A pair of piercing black eyes and an equally black hair contrasted greatly with his pale form. Straight nose and thin lips just about perfected the godlike look. I never thought that some prince-like character could actually appear in reality you know. And he looks way too real to have a plastic surgery. Believe me, I know.

He was dressed in those regular work shirt and black pants, loose tie hanging by the collar on his long neck. Is it possible for someone to make something so usual look so freaking stunning? Why the hell is he so perfect?

"Sir, this is the witness. His name is Uzumaki Naruto," the brunette's voice broke my trance from the raven and I immediately snapped myself as steady as I could. "Pleased to meet you," I said, offering a hand that was soon covered by his larger one. I took my hand out of his grip after a few moments, confused by the frown on his handsome face.

"Uchiha Sasuke," he said. I felt small and overpowered under his stare. "Were you alone when the murder happened?" I nodded at his question. "I was the only one there," he narrowed his eyes. "Do you live alone?" I nodded once again.

"You do know it would be dangerous for you to stay here," he finally stated. "I hid myself well," I shrugged, "I'm sure they wouldn't even realize that I was the one who reported it if this case wasn't going to be displayed on the newspaper this morning." An elegant eyebrow rose up. "You're a stubborn one," he said. "You'll be on my watch for the next month. Someone will have to stand by you whenever you're going outside and you're not staying at this place."

I gawked at him. "What? Isn't there some sort of law for disregarding my privacy?" He tugged a smile. "Unfortunately, no. You don't look like you'd need one," I felt my anger rising. "How dare you, you bastard!" The people around us have stopped whatever they were doing to watch the single commotion, so I dragged him to a near corner only to angrily spat at him once again.

"Now look, I have a meeting today, which I'd like to work, and I want you to get the hell away from it," I said. "I don't need some babysitter to watch me around like I'm some sort of glass, okay?" He crossed his arms, studying me over. It really felt like he was making fun of me. "It's a standard procedure, deal with it, moron." I scowled at him. "You're a jerk. I keep wondering why you're hired in the first place." he smirked his million-dollar… smirk.

"You know, it's funny how I'm wondering the same thing about you."

I pursed my lips but kept myself silent. I jerked myself away from him and went inside the building, pressing the elevator button to go up. "What do you think you're doing? We've got a matter to be discussed." I ignored him and glared at the screen which only displayed the number seven. He trapped my arm in his grip before I shook it off. It didn't seem that he liked losing because he clutched my arm again in a tighter and much secure hold so that I wouldn't be able to escape it like the last time. "Do you mind? I'm going back to my apartment," I snapped. "You didn't listen to what I just said, did you? Do you want to risk your life that much?" he snapped back.

"I want to call my parents and my attorney," I glared at him again. I also hated losing and I wasn't going to let him win over with his stuck-up attitude. "You don't need to do that," he frowned. "Just listen to me first."

The elevator door opened and I was about to go in but he held me in place. I tried my chances to detain myself from him but it was useless against him since he was far much stronger than me. Damn it.

"I've lost some little respect I had with you and I suggest, before you lose more, you move away from my sight."

"I don't care about this respect rating you have in mind but it's my policy to keep the witness save from any danger coming out at them. Get out those foolish thoughts out of your head and use your brain."

"Now listen, I'm stating my rights and I'm calling them whether you want me to or not. If I can't stay here, I'm staying with my family."

"You're going to endanger your family. Would you really want that?"

"You're getting on my nerves. Would you like your ass to get kicked?"

His lips thinned and he tightened his clutch on me, making me cringe. "Just for that, you're under my watch. Pack your stuff and bring it to my house. Oh, that also reminds me, you're cancelling that meeting of yours."

Suddenly the thoughts of getting found by the shooter didn't seem so bad.

Sorry for the super late update to my other stories. I'll hopefully put new chapters up by next Saturday…

Thanks for reading.