Author's Note: Oh my gosh! You all made my year! Thank you all so very much for the support. I appreciate it greatly! I send love and good fortune to you all :D
"You had quite the visitor this morning."
Alarmed Naruto had practically jumped out of his own skin before whirling around in time to see his foster father contemptuously crossing his arms at the chest. His guardian was leaning against the entrance to the hallway.
"Oh, I was... Uhh studying! For a quiz and lost track of time," Naruto had turned from the man's close-set gaze.
"Pft, when have you ever studied?" Okay, so Naruto could have told a better tale than that. Under any normal circumstances, he was much wittier, but he was caught off guard, plus his mind at the moment was preoccupied with a certain raven-haired attraction.
His warden Jiraiya may have been old sporting a milky white mane, but he was far from senile. Naruto knew that Jiraiya would keep on trying until he got a suitable enough answer.
What now genius? In a panic, Naruto had fished around his brain for a reply, hell any reply would suffice. Sure enough, he blurted out the first thing to come to mind. "I killed someone and he helped me bury the body."
Jiraiya seemed tense he stood there unmoved by Naruto's words at first, but then he blinked a couple of times at the blonde his mouth opening and shutting just as he released a chuckle, "Brat." Sure enough, the man relaxed.
"Go wash up, you reek of beer and cigarettes. The least you could have done was a better job at hiding the evidence, you damn rookie."
Naruto peered at his guardian over his left shoulder before eyeing him and snorting in disapproval.
"You're one to talk old man, as my elder aren't you suppose to set a better example. I am, after all, a young an impressionable mind."
"Pft, all I ask is for you to bring back decent grades and be home before curfew, but seeing as you can't follow the simplest of instructions. I'm going to have to revoke your privileges."
Abruptly, the teen mouth had unlatched, once again he put his foot in his mouth. "But- but that's not fair! You shriveled up old fart!" That definitely did not help the situation at hand, but how could he help it? He was provoked!
"It's called life, so get used to it you little shit."
"So what are you going to do huh? Send me to my room or lock me in a closet?" Even though being sent to his room would actually work all he had to do, was sneak through the bedroom window.
Naruto was an expert at such escapes! That's how he got out of doing household chores.
"Oh no boy, I'm going to do something much worse." The man had that all knowing smirk painted on his aged features.
Please don't say it. Please don't say it, he repeated this phrase over in his mind like a mantra.
"I'm calling 'Kashi," Jiraiya laughed before exiting, leaving his watch agitated by the man's announcement.
Kakashi had been one of Jiraiya's foster children from a few decades ago. Now Kakashi Hatake was another veteran with too much time on his hands. Jiraiya usually called him when he needed a stay at home nanny to stalk his misbehaving foster kids.
Somehow the silver-haired man still believed he was fighting an invisible war, for all Naruto knew the man could be creeping in the bushes just waiting to pounce.
Now thoroughly in a panic Naruto had rushed towards the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, for the first time in a long time.
He actually did take a long hard look at himself in the mirror. Thoughtfully, he gnawed on his lower lip, stretching his neck while tilting his head from left to right even his birthmarks, which consisted of three small parallel lines on both sides of his cheeks which did not distress him as much.
His hair definitely looked better now! Normally he would wake up, splash some water on his face, brush his teeth, and that was about it. But now he found himself combing his fingers through his wispy golden-blonde strands obsessively fixing himself repeatedly as if that would pull the vivid image from his mind.
His mind was drifting back to that precise moment when their foreheads had kissed. Their warm breaths mingling as Naruto dolefully peered into those hauntingly dark pools.
He felt naked. At that moment, Naruto knew he could never go back to the way things were. There had been a fire lit inside of him nd for the first time in a long time he felt awake.
In the end, he groaned as his cheeks twinge a soft pink as that night came flooding back again.
What the hell is wrong with me! He would never have conjured this up not even in his wildest of dreams. Surprisingly, Naruto Uzumaki was attracted to another man, and yet Sasuke was not just any ordinary man.
He was mysterious, magnetic, and striking. When Sasuke entered a room heads would surely follow. They were drawn to him like gravity which Naruto now believed was the reason why their worlds had collided in the first place.
Cautiously, the teen approached the main door every inch of him prepared to exit the bungalow style home that's when he heard it.
Jiraiya had cleared his throat. The man was hiding behind a large newspaper.
"You thought I was joking when I told you that your privileges were revoked? I think you should have a seat right here so I can keep an eye on you." he had said this while flipping to the next page.
"Look, old man, I apologize for my behavior it won't happen again. I promise," Even if it was another white lie. He reached for the brass door handle again but was rooted in place by his foster father's unimpressed stare.
"Sit. Now." The white-haired man gestured to the beige sofa pressed against the side of his la-Z-Boy.
The pair bore daggers into one another in a show of testosterone. Naruto's face flushed a bright red, similar to a child his cheeks puffed out in protest but he did as he was ordered.
The youth stormed over to the sofa before planting his backside on the cushion, furthest away, from the white-haired man La-Z-boy. The man nodding in satisfaction before reclining back in his seat. He flicked the television on with his remote to some Saturday morning cartoons.
"There now... See isn't this better?" Luckily, his amusement was hidden behind his Times newspaper.
The teen had slapped both palms on his face before dragging them down. He groaned stifling the tantrum that was boiling beneath the surface.
Sasuke was resting on an old crate staring intently at his beloved Harley's chrome surface when his brother approached him.
The raven had finished replacing the busted light of his Harley. A lit cigarette hanging loosely from his slightly parted lips.
"What the hell was that last night?"
Mentally Sasuke's jawline clenched, though he made no move to acknowledge the male silhouette looming behind him like his own ominous shadow. He took a final drag of his cancer stick before flicking the bud towards the ground and crushing it beneath the sole of his boot.
"Don't think for one instant that this would go unnoticed by the family. We have eyes everywhere." Sasuke knew Itachi threat was never full of hot air. People came up missing around these parts all the time. He could feel the heat of his brother's calculating gaze boring into him.
"Stick to your own... Don't go mucking things up by bringing outsiders here, it'll only end badly," and with that said his sibling had made his swift departure, leaving Sasuke to soak up those foreboding words.
Sasuke released a deep sigh from his nostrils, clenching his eyes shut. He knew bringing Naruto to the saloon was a big mistake, but what other choice did he have? The kid tried to off himself for heaven sake.
I'm a damn fool. He mentally scolded how could he have been so recklessness, abruptly he erect on his soles.
Swinging his left leg across his Harley's frame, and with one swift jerk of his boot, he revived the beast to life. The dark-haired biker took off from the family garage towards the same bridge that separated his family from the outside world.
The Family now just a faint memory in the back of his skull. He eased up on the gas as he crossed the same place where he first met that suicidal teen, an image of Naruto appeared on the concrete barrier with his arms stretched out and head tilting towards the heavens in transcendence.
Subconsciously, Sasuke's onyx hues had grown as he watched the body double leap from the barrier, without warning his bike skidding to a halt. It was a chilling reminder of what could have happened. He had placed a palm over his face messaging his brows. Why was it so hard to forget? Just then, his vision had flooded with an image of passionate azure colored pools. Shit.
It couldn't hurt to check up on the kid. For all, he knew the teen could try some other way to end his life. The raven felt a sense of urgency as he slammed his leg down making his Harley roar back to life as he sped off towards Naruto's home.
Naruto was sprawled on his back on top of the sofa one arm draped across his face. His rhythmic snoring only pausing at the shout of Jiraiya's booming voice.
"Wake your lazy ass up, and answer the damn door. I'm alittle preoccupied at the moment." His guardian was in the kitchen fixing them some lunch.
It took a minute for him to comprehend what the man had said that was until another knock came. He stretched his limbs but in doing so had fallen off the couch, hitting the wooden floors with a heavy smack.
"Naruto!" He heard Jiraiya's stern warning.
Finally! He scrambled up rubbing his eyes as he shambled over towards the front door. He approached the front door turning the brass knob. It had happened in slow motion his heavy hooded lids widening as his stun gaze landed on the person standing across from him. Subconsciously, he wiped a thin trail of drool from his mouth evidence of his earlier nap.
He released a breath, "Sasuke."
"Nice to see you're still breathing given the previous circumstances."
"You came to check up on me then?" He felt a surge of disappointment flooding over as seeds of self-doubt began to plant themselves into his mind. The inky haired outlaw promptly regarded the change in demeanor from the blonde. He noted Naruto's mouth drawing in a straight line.
"You should hide your emotions better. I can read it all over your face."
"Well, now you see I'm safe and sound. So you're free to leave."
He made a move to shut the door but was hindered from such. Sasuke had placed an open palm on the door pushing in the opposite direction
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm not finished talking, yet!"
"You got what you came for. You see I'm alive and well. Now you can get me off your consciousness."
Naruto would not be letting up anytime soon. He struggled with Sasuke over the control of the door, which he was losing miserably at.
Sasuke mentally sighed. He usually hated resorting to this, however, it was always an effective measure. He leaned in closely until he was millimeters away. He placed his free hand on the nape of Naruto's neck boring that overpowering somber gaze directly into Naruto's own core. He made sure his words were direct and clear or he would not repeat.
"I came to see you. Not because I felt sorry or obligated to, but because I wanted to... I needed to."
The blonde paused. He stared transfixed, his lips parting slightly as he struggled to catch his breath.
He moved his palm from the blonde's nape to his cheek his digits, stroking the spot where his birthday marks were.
"I can't get that night or you out of my head." The ebony-haired man eyes had narrowed as he smug smirk began to hike up the corner of his mouth. Somewhere between their exchange, Sasuke had rubbed the pad of his thumb across the teen's bottom lip. "Do you get it now?"
"Sasuke..." The teen lowered his gaze to his shoes. His face now ablaze.
Putty, that was what Naruto was! But a massive ball of putty right in this man's palm. Maybe there was some more truth in those words than Sasuke would care to admit. He was flattered by the blonde's wordless regard for him. Ordinarily, he hated such but this felt different. Dare he say he even kind of enjoy it.
His disarming slant now swept over the shorter blonde's form. Right away, Sasuke noticed that all too familiar stitching pattern and dyed leather of his own vest clad on the youth's slender form.
He slid his hands through the loops of the vest clasping them tightly while yanking on said loops reeling his victim in just like a prize catch. His ebony locks spilling over his chiseled features as he leaned in. He found the power of seduction quite easy.
The phrase flawless victory, echoing in the back of his mind.
So this is it? Naruto wondered. His heart beating liked that of a snare drum. Oh shit oh shit oh shit! What if he tries to slip me some tongue, and then notices that I don't know how to kiss? Or my inexperience winds up screwing up this entire moment! It only took a flicker of movement beyond Sasuke's shoulder to break the exchange between them, as he noted another figure ascending upon them pretty fast.
"Mind introducing me to your friend?"
Sasuke dropped his head and lowered his shoulders. He released what sounded like an annoyed low growl. The brunet casually turned to the platinum-haired man his inky-black orbs narrowing at the individual suspiciously.
Kakashi Hatake had also surveyed the ebony-haired biker his eyes widening as realization donned on him. What the hell. He knew this boy and his family very well.
They went by the name The Knight's of Diablo a huge crime organization located in the rural part of the outskirts of town. Hell Kakashi used to be their unofficial liaison supplying arms and drugs to other small gangs around neighboring cities. Kakashi never claimed to be a saint; however, he never expected his past to come and bite him in the ass literally! When he first saw Sasuke the boy was only twelve, but he would never forget a face like that.
"You're long ways away from home. Kid," Kakashi voice was rigid, which was a first for time Naruto ever saw him in such a state.
Sasuke did not seem to recognize Kakashi however.
Instead, he sized the man up clenching his fist and jawline.
"Last time I checked I was old enough to go anywhere that I damn well please."
"Give your father my regards," that seemed to sober Sasuke rage instead his body went rigid.
He said not another word instead Sasuke marched off of Jiraiya's porch. Sasuke never once looked back at Naruto not even when he started his bike and jetted off, leaving a confused teen. Kakashi not once breaking his gaze from the biker's retreating form.
"Come," Kakashi took a hold underneath the teen's arm dragging him inside. Once inside Kakashi harshly shoving him into a nearby wall closest to the door.
"What the hell are you-"
"Shut up! Now I'm going to ask you some questions and you are going to answer me." He griped before taking a hold of Naruto's vest.
"Why does it matter!" He struggled to get free.
"-hanging out with bikers do not make you cool or daring Naru'! People like that don't care about you! They will only hurt you in the end for their own selfish gain especially that family."
"You wouldn't understand even if I told you," The teen sniffled before tilted his head up towards the silver-haired man in a show of defiance, though unshed tears gleamed at the corner of his eyes.
Sasuke had been the one to save his life, to introduce him to friends and to meet him half way. Now Kakashi might have destroyed something that didn't even get the chance to grow or develop. He felt the same way he did that night before his life had drastically changed that was why his eyes gleaming with unshed tears.
"Kakashi what is the meaning of this?" Jiraiya had then chosen that exact moment to step out of the kitchen. It was all the noise that had drawn him from his kitchen. He had been listening to the playoffs on his small portable radio while fixing Pulled pork sandwiches.
He saw his foster being pinned to the wall by none other than Kakashi a man he trusted with his life.
"We need to talk," The silver-haired man had turned his head at Jiraiya on the last part. His grip was lacking just enough for Naruto to break free.
He ran outside of the front door with no real destination in mind thanks to Kakashi he had ruined that.
That darn Kakashi poking his nose where it does not belong:P though he's just looking out for Naruto! So tell me what you think :D
