Title: My Left Eye Sees Ghosts
Genre: Romance, Supernatural (there's no serious themes here, only light comedy)
Rating: T (shounen-ai, yaoi, kissing, boyxboy, no sex scenes)
Pairings: SasuIta, NaruIta
Summary: Itachi inherits a vast fortune when his husband, Naruto dies in an accident. Despite the fact that Itachi is part of their family, the Uzumakis harbor suspicions about his motives in marriage, whether it really was for love, or money. Nevertheless, Itachi spirals into a state of depression, accumulating into a near fatal car accident. After his near-death experience, he suddenly gains the ability to see ghosts with his left eye. Add on the fact that a ghost named Sasuke keeps hanging around him, what's a guy gotta do? Perhaps love does continue even after death...
WARNING!: THIS STORY CONTAINS SHOUNEN-AI, YAOI, BL, OR WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT. It involves a boy loving another boy. If you strongly hate yaoi than you can always click the small arrow button on the top of the screen to go back to your previous page. For those of you who like yaoi, then please enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or My Left Eye Sees Ghosts or any of the characters in this story.
Sigh, not even done with one story and already starting on a second one. *Sob* Oh well, might as well start something new to get my mind gears to work. They haven't been working in a long time. But I will definitely finish my stories, I can promise you that. If you start something, you gotta finish it, yeah!
"For none of us lives to himself, alone and none of us dies to himself, alone. If we live, we live to the Lord and if we die, we die to the Lord. So whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror, then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part, then I shall know fully even as I am fully known. Amen"
Figures dressed in black stood before a gravestone, surrounding the area in a quiet and stolid group, still against the gloomy atmosphere of the cemetery. Most of the women shed tears, and the men bowed their heads in sorrow as they mourned for their beloved friend during the sermon. The priest bowed his head after finishing and one after another, the hushed audience slowly laid their flowers down in front of the gravestone. Flowers surrounded the patch of dirt still fresh from being dug.
Naruto Uzumaki
1977 - 2006
20356
A pink haired girl collapsed in front of the grave sobbing. "Sakura, p-please! D-Don't be like this," cried Hinata, 23-years-old, as she tried her best to comfort the crying girl. "B-Brother wouldn't have w-wanted you to a-act this way," she continued, trying hard to keep her sobs in while she mourned for the loss of her beloved brother, Naruto. Sure, she had been adopted, but Naruto had treated her nothing less than as a little sister and a member of their family. Losing him was hard on her too. "H-He w-would have wanted you t-to be happy," she said, helping Sakura up.
Sakura, 29, turned to Hinata and started sobbing again. Unable to hold back her own cries, Hinata followed suit, weeping soft sobs while Sakura brawled her heart out. She fell to her knees again in front of the grave and again Hinata tried helping her up and comforting her. Naruto's mother, Mrs. Uzumaki joined Hinata as they tried to get Sakura back onto her feet.
The pink haired girl thrashed and cried on the grave while Hinata and Mrs. Uzumaki repeatedly said, "Sakura, don't be like this, stop it, he wouldn't have wanted you to be like this, it's alright, stand up first..."
"Can some of you help us," Mrs. Uzumaki asked when it was certain that two people were not enough to tear Sakura away from the grave. Three people stepped in and they all lifted Sakura to her feet. Hinata held onto her so that she would not go back down.
"I'm sorry that your husband's gone but you shouldn't go acting like this in front of his grave. He would be unhappy too," said one of the women from the group to Sakura. She probably didn't know Naruto well because her statement only made Sakura sob louder, until she was almost wailing.
"He... He... He's... not my husband," Sakura cried in sadness and anger. Her screams echoed throughout the cemetery.
This statement surprised the women, who was so certain Naruto was Sakura's husband by the way she was brawling and screaming her heart out. "He-He's not," said the women. "Then who..."
Mrs. Uzumaki came in to clear the misunderstanding. Accompanied with a sad tone of voice, she said, "My son didn't marry Sakura. The one he married was..." Naruto's mother looked around for the person. She pointed her finger to the far right where no one else was standing, to the person positioned the farthest from the grave. "Him."
There, standing all alone with only a bag, was a man. His black eyes were cast downward and face solemn as everyone turned their heads towards him, wondering if he was the one married to Naruto. He had a thin, small frame and wore a black collared shirt with black pants. His ebony hair cascaded down his shoulders and blew in the wind. If no one knew, he could have been mistaken for a female, a very gorgeous one with that alluring face. The only thing that surprised the mourners the most, was that he didn't shed a single tear throughout the whole funeral. He didn't place a single flower onto the gravestone, and he didn't speak a word during the whole ceremony.
The funeral ended as quickly as it had begun. People turned to leave in their cars, heads bowed and plodding with heavy steps. Some were still sobbing. It took six people to get Sakura to leave the cemetery. Everyone left the dismal place after paying their respects to their beloved departed, except for one.
Naruto's spouse didn't move when everyone left. He didn't budge when his mother-in-law called for him. When the whole cemetery was empty, the same attractive man moved gracefully from his spot to the front of the grave. There, kneeling down, he proceeded to take out a plate and on it was a piece of roasted pork. He set up another plate with oranges stacked with three on the bottom and one on the top. Putting two pairs of red chopsticks on the ground in front of the grave and filling up three small red plastic cups with white wine, the feminine male finished off by lighting three sticks of incense and, bowing three times, placed the incense in the soil in front of the grave. Bringing his hands together, the man closed his eyes and lowered his head in silence.
He preferred the traditional way of honoring the dead, rather than the modern way.
After a few minutes, he emptied the cups on the ground, picked up all of his things he set out, and put them back into the paper bag. Standing up, the man walked quietly out through the cemetery gates and made his way to his car. Getting in, he started up the engine and drove out of the parking lot and into the streets. Making a turn and driving his way up into the roads on the mountainside, he drove by cliff sides and down deserted roads surrounded by trees until finally coming to a stop in front of a huge golden gate. The gate opened automatically and he parked his car into an empty parking space. Seeing as how there was a shiny black limo also outside, he could tell his mother-in-law had something to talk to him about after the funeral.
Entering the huge white mansion that he had only been to several times, the silent man met his mother-in-law in the living room, as well as Hinata and Sakura. "Sit down," she commanded, motioning to the chair across from her. He did as she asked.
"Shuichi, I could have never guessed that your marriage with my son would have ended so quickly. Naruto's accident was indeed a tragedy," said Mrs. Uzumaki. "Dating, marriage, all within a flash..." She wiped her eyes with a tissue as she tried to suppress her sobs for her son. "And now... he has left us so quickly, in a flash as well."
"You're trying too hard, Shuichi, not to be affected by this. I was afraid that you would be racked with sadness..." Naruto's mother continued.
"Mrs. Uzumaki, my name isn't Shuichi; it's Itachi," he corrected. His mind, however, didn't seem to be paying any attention to the conversation at hand. He seemed to be interested in looking around the living room and at the house in particular, having a smile on his face.
All three females turned their heads in surprise at the sudden statement. Hinata spoke, "B-But, brother called home and said... your name was Shuichi."
"How was I supposed to know whether he was being true or just playing around. If he was just fooling with me, of course I wouldn't use my real name," declared Itachi lightheartedly, without a hint of sadness or sorrow on his face. He seemed to get over Naruto's death just fine. He had a smile on and a carefree attitude, which was completely different from the other three who were still sniffing and teary even after the funeral.
After hearing the lie, Mrs. Uzumaki tried to quell her anger at Itachi, so she asked another question, yet her voice held displeasure in it. "What about your father? Why wasn't he at the funeral? Is he that busy at work?"
"He was suppose to be able to come, but something came up and he couldn't make it. They don't let people out after they go to jail," answered Itachi, again lightheartedly.
Naruto's mother could not hold her surprise in this time and she stood up and exclaimed, "JAIL?"
"Yeah, he's not a con artist for nothing," said Itachi.
A very pissed off Sakura stood up and asked with menace in her voice, "So your father's not the founder of a successful jewelry company?"
"I was lying to Naruto, that's all," replied the calm man, the only one sitting down since Hinata decided to join the two in standing up with shock and disbelief splashed outwardly on her face. All three women looked extremely enraged at the realizations.
"Why were you lying to him," asked Mrs. Uzumaki sternly. How could this man lie to her son, the very son who loved and married him?
"Well, he lied to me so I lied to him..."
"What did he lie to you about," she asked again. A fuming Sakura stood in the background, almost ready to kill. Hinata just stood with disbelief in her eyes.
"Well, when I first met him, he said he was the CEO of a company that made an expensive line of clothing, a Stanford graduate of the highest honor, father was a professor, mother was a company boss, had a vast inheritance, was wealthy and prosperous, and was, what, something about being in the top ten of the most handsome and popular men of the year..." said Itachi defending his argument.
"He is. He didn't lie to you," responded Itachi's mother-in-law.
"Well, how was I supposed to know back then. I mean, he didn't look as though he was that type. And many people do like to brag and exaggerate..." Itachi's carefree and unbothered expression seemed to further heighten the level of hate the three had for him.
Shocked with what her son-in-law was revealing, she said, "Did Naruto know you were lying to him up until he died?"
"He knew some, he didn't know some. Well, I said some things and I didn't say some things," the long haired man said calmly.
Sakura couldn't take it anymore. She screamed in anger and frustration before marching out of the room. "Sakura," Hinata called out, following after her. Mrs. Uzumaki stood shaking her head at Itachi, fully expressing her disapproval. Naruto had married him and loved him, and Itachi had the nerve to say that he had been lying to him about everything.
Itachi didn't seem a bit fazed at the cold stare and stood up before saying, "Can I look around my new house now," with a smile on his face. He didn't wait for her approval before walking away from the living room and around the place. Reaching into his paper bag, he pulled a piece off the roasted pork and began eating it, smiling at the huge mansion that was left to him when Naruto died. Mrs. Uzumaki watched with silent anger as Itachi happily looked around the mansion.
Sakura sobbed softly as she splashed water angrily all over the plants in the greenhouse attached to the mansion. "Sakura, don't be like this," Hinata said again, mostly the one trying to calm the furious pink haired women down.
"I was with him for seven years, and he didn't marry me. Instead, in seven days, he marries that... that... bastard," exclaimed Sakura furiously. A golden retriever, Naruto's dog, padded into the greenhouse and Sakura knelt down to pet it, asking sorrowfully, "Rasengan, why didn't your master choose me?"
"A-Actually, it was only three years. Four years ago, y-you two broke up. The four years don't count," said Hinata shyly.
Sakura's face noticeably changed from mournful to infuriated at the man who stole Naruto from her in seven days. "Didn't you see him! He didn't even shed a single tear for Naruto! The only thing he did was smile and act all, okay with it! It was like he didn't even care! Didn't you notice it?"
"I did notice it, but maybe he's just holding it in because..."
"HOLDING IT IN? PLEASE! HE DOESN'T EVEN CARE AT ALL! YOU SAW HOW HE WAS LOOKING AT THE HOUSE WHEN WE WERE DISCUSSING ABOUT NARUTO'S PASSING! HE DOESN'T MIND THAT NARUTO JUST DIED! HE DOESN'T LOVE NARUTO! THE ONLY THING HE LOVES ABOUT HIM... IS HIS MONEY!" finished Sakura with tears in her eyes.
"You shouldn't say things like that..." exclaimed Hinata. "You could be wrong..."
"I'm not wrong, and you know it. Mrs. Uzumaki knows it, I know it, and I'll bet he knows it too," said Sakura with disgust. Mentioning his name would only make her blow up more.
"D-Do you think... Naruto knew," asked Hinata in a faint whisper.
With this, Sakura's face dropped and she replied in a crestfallen tone, "I don't know. He probably didn't, because if he did, he wouldn't have married that... fucking jerk. And if he knew now, I bet he'll be rolling around in his grave, unable to rest in peace at the thought of being wed to such a person. I can't believe Naruto didn't see through his disguise. He brings this bastard into the family."
"Umm, you're not part of the Uzumaki family, remember? You were only Naruto's ex and his employee at work..." mentioned Hinata, shutting her mouth when Sakura gives her a dirty look.
"I'm already considered to be a part of the family. Mrs. Uzumaki treats me as though I'm a stepdaughter. I would have been her daughter-in-law too, if it wasn't for that lying motherfucker. Can you believe the nerve of that guy? I've hated him ever since the wedding day when he refused to change his last name to Uzumaki. Anyone could tell he was the 'wife' in the marriage," declared Sakura.
"Well, he does have a nice last name. I can understand why he didn't want to change it," said Hinata.
"Why are you even sticking up for him? This is your brother, for crying out loud! He lied to your brother just so that he could get into the family and inherit all the money," exclaimed Sakura. "I can't believe Naruto would choose someone like him."
Hinata didn't retort back this time. She lowered her head, wondering if what Sakura was saying was true. 'It can't be, can it?'
Meanwhile, Itachi, completely oblivious to the conversations of hate going around, was having fun looking around. He walked happily outside to his outdoor pool complete with a seaside view. His shoes made clacking noises against the marble tiles laid out around the pool. The mansion was beautiful. It was white with flowers in every room and tables and chairs of mahogany and glass. The furniture was more than enough and everything was so clean. The house had up to five floors and each bedroom had it's own bathroom. The stairs were a spiraling mix of art and some of the windows were from the floor to the ceiling, showing the whole sea view even from inside. The living room was huge and even with all the furniture there was enough space for more. It even had a glass sliding door that opened to the pool and patio, equally as magnificent. Every room was beautifully furnished and designed. This was the dream house for any person, and it now belonged to Itachi, along with a vast amount of the family fortune, and a portion of the fashion company that had once belonged to Naruto.
Itachi stood smiling and admiring his new home, seemingly not in the least bit affected by the death of his husband.
Okay, I really don't know what to say here. But just know that this story isn't all about boy meets ghost, boy falls in love with ghost, ghost turns out to be guy in a coma, guy wakes up from coma, and boy and guy reconcile and they live happily ever after. If your thinking it's going to end up this way, then you're wrong. There's more to it... just a heads up in case if you don't or you want to read something like that. Not trying to be offensive.
I don't know what I'm saying. Review, yes, that's what I wanted to say. *smiley face*
