Enigmatique Mort stands for Cryptic Death in French.
I'm not really sure what to write here anymore!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto… I really don't, honestly!
Warnings: I honestly don't know what may come; however, don't worry.
You can always read this warning so you won't forget.
But I do have clues: Yaoi, obscenity and death…
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Summary: He did see his own murder but how come he can still feel he's alive? Answers are scattered at the darkest corners… what is it that he has become? Several pairing hints but will focus more on SasuNaru.
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Maybe I don't know which wind to chase…
Which kite to hold on…
Which leaf to catch…
Which petal to pluck…
I lie down above this rosy bed… thinking of the things I have done…
I have failed to save him…
I have failed to do something to ease her pain…
I have failed to even help myself…
I close my eyes and whisper my name…
My? Was it really mine?
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Enigmatique Mort
Rei Haruno –Sakura no Imooto
Chapter 1: Must Be Dreaming
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Who knows where I will be heading now?
All I ever did is to run away…
Fatigue starts to eat my all and so my body starts to resign to its sole ability.
I feel my very vessel skid to the snow like gravity had pushed me to the soft rough ground.
My face hits the soft white snow covering the concrete cement and it seems to bleed somewhere.
I try to stand up and run again… but everything has been lost and there's nothing for me to run and live for.
I remain at the ground… accepting some grim fate and… and…
Footsteps are heard behind me and my panic system starts to go out of control.
My heart races against the vibration of my knees. My fingers start to twitch…
A shrill cry of a blade whispers behind and a cold metal pricks my back.
I groan… and I feel it piercing more and more inside me…
The cement underneath starts to get sticky and I scream in pain.
I struggle more… and the cold killer metal gets pulled out from me…
I try to crawl away… but then… the cold killer gets thrust against my back again… once, twice, thrice… until the satisfaction of the holder.
I see red tint covering the white sheets underneath my squirming body.
The cold metal pierces through everything and it seems to be as ruthless as its master.
Seconds later, I feel my consciousness slipping away from me…
My frozen hand tries to stretch out and plead for… "Stop…"
But then the strongest strike comes to my back. Too much consciousness has slipped away…
I have lost the energy to even groan…
I feel helpless… my lids won't even close…
Drag…
I feel someone dragging me away…
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Unknown Place
Unknown Day, Unknown Time
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What happened? I have a feeling that this couldn't be afterlife…
I feel somebody slightly grinding his hips with mine… like trying to have sex with me.
I can perfectly feel his body warmth and I can even smell him now…
The smell of sweat and sun rest at his skin and my nose quietly savors it.
Who is this man? What is he doing to me?
His hand is now roaming at my naked thighs… trying to figure out if I will jerk awake with the sudden unwanted contact.
Making quiet chuckles to himself, he seems to find it pleasing that I am not awake from his own perspective…
"Okay, pretty face. I guess YOU are welcoming me…"
He abuses my lips with his and he starts to…
Aw fuck.
He starts to insert his own member within me and he is enjoying it very well.
Ugh… Ngh… B-Bastard! Ugh… stop it… already…
"I don't care being labeled necrophiliac… but if you really ARE dead… you should be cold as ice…"
"Could you please stop that?" I whisper and open my eyes half-lidded.
I see strong sapphire orbs blinking before me and he suddenly jerks away… roughly pulling it out of me.
I wince a bit and he pulls the sheets to cover his supposedly naked body.
He babbles, "What the FUCK! It's moving!"
I sit up a bit and gazes at him… inspecting whoever supposedly found me…
He has these spiky blond locks, a pair of sapphire orbs and amazing tan skin…
"You're… not a ghost, are you?"
"Don't be such an idiot. You cannot hold a ghost, now can you?"
"But! But you were—"
"Dead?"
The man wraps the sheets around him cautiously and crawls towards me…
He looks at me closely… well, a bit literally. He manages to make his way through my open legs and makes his nose touch mine.
But I am too weak to jerk away and he then whisper in a deep voice, "Tell me, do you have a name?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"It's just a name…" He smiles and gets nearer like brushing his lips to mine, "Come on…"
I cannot respond… I'm just too weak to do so…
I just stare at him and those blinking eyes of undue innocence makes me feel droopy…
Then I close my eyes and say, "Where are—?"
He kisses me again and slams me to the bed.
I shoot my eyes open and watch him abuse my lips again. He opens an eye and his lips seem to smirk.
Then he breaks the kiss and asks, "Huh! I bet that was too irresistible, now is it?"
"…" I try to say something… but I'm losing too much energy…
My eyes suddenly close again and the blond guy yells, "Oi! I'll definitely fuck you if you sleep now!"
"…"
"Oi!" I feel him shake me a bit… "Oi! Wake up, you sickly bastard!"
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"Damn! This stupid duck-ass going to—"
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Unknown Place, Probably the Dobe's Room
Maybe Next Day, Morning
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The smell of ramen lingers to my nose and I can't help but to listen to my rumbling stomach.
Maybe dying is worth days without anything to eat…
My eyes start to open and look around… seeing probably the same room… last night?
My head starts to hurt and so I try to sit up… shortly glancing at the sunlight-lit curtains at the side.
Aw fuck. It hurts badly as well… that guy might have his way with me that time…
I can't help it but to let my other eye shut because of the excessive pain.
Then I notice something not really good… or so I thought…
My other hand is tied at the railings that serve as the headboard… but it gets loose just after a series of non-violent rattling.
"Amateur…" I whisper and continue to look for anything that matters…
I stare down at my naked self and think of the thousand things that guy could have done to my… reserved body.
But I could care less about that now. What exactly happened?
I gaze at my palm… remembering my very own murder. Yes… I still don't know who killed me… and why…
I am just a normal college student… a twenty-year-old who didn't care about the world.
My stomach rumbles again and then the door swings open to hit the wall with a thud.
A water gun peeps out and I can reckon it is the foolish blond maniac…"A water gun cannot kill people…"
"It has holy water, Teme!"
"Now, do I care?" I sigh at the nonsensical conversation and the blond guy shows himself with a pout.
He is an orange jacket, black tank top and pants… barefoot?
He shifts his weight at his side and places a hand at his hips while waving the hand with the gun while talking, "You sure sound stupid, huh."
"That's—"
"I know that's what YOU wanted to say." He rolls his eyes and aims the water gun at me, "But then again, you didn't."
"If you don't want me to pass out again… give me something to eat."
Irritably, I sound like commanding him.
"Ramen good enough?" He chirps and I nod… looks like I don't have any choice.
He leaves the room again and I slam my back at the bed…
I'm losing energy again like the last time… and I… don't… want to…
Fuck!
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Still Unknown Place, Hontoo ni Dobe's Room
The Same Next Day, Minutes (?) Later
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"OI! WAKE UP! YOU SICKLY BASTARD TEME!" A rough shake comes with the yell.
I open my eye (yes, just one) and see the rather amusing blond… above me again.
"Quit passing out, will ya?" He then sits up and gets a bowl of ramen from the nearby counter, "Here, grab some chow…"
I sit up as well and dig down my least favorite food.
"Naruto Uzumaki!" He jerks a thumb to himself… like introducing himself to me.
I just stare at him for some seconds and turns back to my food like it didn't happen.
He jerks madly and yells to my ears, "Oi! How dare you ignore me!"
I finish my meal and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I turn to him, "Sasuke Uchiha…"
"Uchiha?" Uzumaki twitches and abruptly leaves the bed to get something from another room, leaving the bed quake around.
I sigh at his action and place the bowl at the nearby counter.
Then I gaze at my very own hand again…
"Did I really die? I don't remember what happened next…"
"Oi, Sasuke-teme!" Uzumaki yells from downstairs— no, outside the room. He slams open the door… I can care less if he destroys it himself.
He gets on the bed, racking it a bit.
"Take a look!" He almost slaps the newspaper to my face… good thing I get to dodge…
I take the paper and read the page he wanted me to…
Son of a Prestige Family Dead by a Random Murder
Last night, one of the sons of the prestigious Uchiha family had been killed in a random murder.
Until now, the investigators are still looking for a possible motive because the family couldn't just accept it random.
None of his belongings had been stolen—
"But fuck that was two weeks ago, Sasuke-teme." Uzumaki sounds a bit terrified… "Are you really sure that's your name?"
"Can you give me a mirror? And some clothes for convenience."
He gets up again and goes to his dresser. I ask him, "I suppose this is your house. How did I get here?"
"I found you lying at the backyard… naked."
"And that's it?" I ask… not believing the stupid blond.
"Aw fuck! Like I know how'd you got there!" He answers with a yell and uneasiness.
He's starting to get freaked out… as much as I am, deep inside.
He gives me some clothes and a mirror.
I am supposed to look at my reflection… but there is nothing to gaze at. I gape my mouth in shock…
No reflection? How come?
"What's wrong?" Uzumaki goes to my side and looks at the mirror, "What the fuck…"
"Where's you reflection!" He shakes me and I yell back, my voice breaking, "I wouldn't wonder if I know, dobe!"
Uzumaki grabs the mirror and looks if he has one. He has and then he gets to my side, slamming himself at the space to my right.
He places the mirror before us, showing us his reflection… alone.
He yells in panic and shoots his gaze at me, "Why didn't you have one?"
"I've told you. I don't know." I irritably answer… and he gazes back at the mirror with worrying eyes…
"You need to tell your reflection to go home already."
"Baka…" I sigh… a small smirk embracing my lips.
"Yoshi!" Uzumaki takes the mirror away to put it near the ramen bowl, "For my morning trigger!"
"Trigger?" I look at him with interest… probably hearing another stup—
He slams his lips at mine and his hand holds my head, making me unavailable to refuse it.
But to be honest, he taste good. His mouth is just… oozing with the taste of ramen.
He is passionately kissing my mouth and I am not really sure why I open my mouth and let his tongue in.
I close my eyes and feel his tongue roam around my mouth, licking my teeth and finally finding my tongue…
I might blush but… I really like it when somebody kisses me this way…
Anyway, he decides to stop and let me go. I look at him and he pouts at the side, "I have to leave for work…"
He then jerks a thumb at his face and grins at me, "So you stay here, A—na—ta."
Anata? Addressing me like his wife? Kuso na koitsu (This damn person).
I glare at him and he gets off the bed, "Ho, Sasuke-chan. I won't be back till 5. You can cook with all those food in my fridge. Don't worry, they're all edible."
N-Nani (W-What)? C-Cook...? Dame (Not good).
I then bear a serious face that made him twitch as I raise my hand as if collecting something from him, "Money."
"Money?" He echoes… I glare more, "I need money to survive, dobe."
"Heh. No way." He bears malicious eyes and uses a bad/naughty boy tone at me, "Why should I give you some money?"
"Last n-night…" I then hang my head and stumble at the next words, "I-isn't f-for f-f-f-free…"
Whore janai (I am not a whore).
He bears bored eyes and says in a bored tone, "You can call that an advanced payment for me letting you stay here…"
I twitch and then breathe a deep one… I have to decide… iki nokori desu (for survival)!
I lean backwards a little and pull the sheets a little higher to reveal my thighs and makes Dobe drool momentarily…
"Then I guess I have to earn some more…"
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The door closes…
I sigh at the bed and clutch at the clothes at my lap…
I am Sasuke Uchiha… a twenty-year-old straight-A College student who doesn't care about the world…
Used to live in a mansion and surrounded by lots of money and other material riches…
Had been killed two weeks ago but is mysteriously alive today…
And…
One more thing…
Working as a HOOKER to survive my new life…
Kami-sama… kill me again…
Onegai (Please)…
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[End of Chapter 1]
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Uh, yeah. I just have fun writing this again so… there. I've finally completed the chapter!
I've put this on a hiatus but now, I will be writing chapters as long as I am not in the mood for the others.
I'm— no, Sasuke's using some Japanese words but I will be giving translations… for the first encounter.
Next on Enigmatique Mort, a familiar face yet an unfamiliar scene…
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