Disclaimer: The title Naruto and anything that has to with it belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. (But Uzumaki Naruto belongs to Uchiha Sasuke XP) But I do own the plot of this story.

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Naruto's male in this story. How can I call myself a Yaoi fan if I made him female? Screwing around is much more fun with two hot males around, preferably Sasuke screwing Naruto XD


+Mommy Hunt o2+

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Naruto peeked from behind the large dresser that he was hidden. He scanned the outside through the store's clear glass window display and grinned when he saw that his 'abductors' were not around anymore. His 'abductors' were actually his co-workers, sent by his sadistic employer to catch him. The word was a bit exaggerated but with what his boss plans to do with his blonde employee were definitely the same as a mastermind kidnapper.

He removed the dust he got from hiding inside the antique shop. It was indeed a shop of old stuff from the genuine Victorian era porcelain sink to the old and thick dust lining the items. Even the shop owner, whom he could feel boring holes like a driller into his back with his glare, was ancient and looked like one of the three wise men.

"Thanks for hiding me pops." He waved while his slowly forming-a-hole back facing the old man. He needed to get out before his lungs and other internal organs fell outside his body.

"Thank you for your hiding patronage and please, at any costs, do not ever come back." He chuckled at the polite sarcasm.

"It's good to be free of those papers and guys." Naruto stretched his arms backward, forcing the stiff joints to 'pop' comfortably at the pressure. Three days had already passed (according to the new calendar from the antique shop) since he last saw sunlight and breathe actual oxygen from the trees. His sadistic employer dragged him straight from the airport and threw him inside that 2,000 square meter room of hell that was his workplace. Tons of blank papers were on his table along with his pencils and coloring materials. The woman could not even wait for him to eat his miso pork ramen at Ichiraku's before getting him to work and she even didn't ask if Naruto was willing.

His large windows were now decorated with sturdy iron grills and the door was even changed to heavy metals from wood to ensure that he did not at any cost escape. His meals and change of clothes were delivered to a 1'x1' slot on the door. In short, he was a prisoner in his own office. The old woman certainly took extreme precautionary measures to prevent his escape. Naruto has a little habit of slipping from work for twelve hours after all.

After three days of nothing but papers and pens for company, his inner free spirit decided that it was time for an escape. And when Naruto decides that his confinement was enough, it was enough.

He ran away. He was the great Uzumaki after all, Konoha's number one unpredictable prankster. Fooling his guards was nothing with his greatness. Believe it.

And so began the fox and two perfectly useless hounds chase. It had been four hours of endless running, hiding and fooling. He wiped his forehead on the sleeve of his orange shirt, exhaustion catching up to him. He needed to sit and recharge since he still haven't eaten this morning and barely slept in the past 72 hours. And he needed to avoid ramen-related stores too.

He walked around aimlessly and found a park across the street. The blonde was born in Konoha but he was not familiar at this side of the city though this was where he studied in college. It consisted mostly of modern buildings with a medley of specialty stores around.

The young man sat on a cemented seat obscured by the fountain which had a flame symbol in the middle. It was almost lunch time so there were a few people scattered on the place. It consisted of four housewives carrying their market baskets gossiping their lives and others, two drunkenly-wasted men carrying a bottle of sake and singing (butchering) an innocent song, and a couple of girls in their high school uniforms laughing so loud.

One of the girls spotted him, taking interest at the lone-eyed blonde who looked like a foreigner. Naruto forced a fake smile on his face when the student made a licking motion when she saw that the young man was looking at the group. She took it as positive sign and started advancing to where the blonde was seated, making Naruto's alarm signals alert him for the impending attack.

He was not one to judge solely on another person's looks because everyone has their own definition of style (he loves orange and he'll kill anyone who tells him that it's a horrid color). But he could not really stop cringing at the girl's 'fashion'.

Her hair was dyed in screaming magenta, layered with the right side reaching up to her neck and the left side up to her back. It would've probably worked out if she had not applied make-up thick as a clown and made her face into Frankenstein's with the piercings all over it. He remembered seeing about five glints of metal when she stuck out her tongue earlier.

To think that the things he did during his teenage years were classified by others as wild. He was tame then compared to the youths of this generation.

The blonde stood up and quickly moved out from his seat. He was not interested in supporting pedophilia even if the girl didn't appear like that. It was always adolescent girls that make their moves on him, not the matured and womanly type that he likes. Why was he so popular with teenagers anyway?

He kept on moving, not clearly seeing where he was going since anywhere was good as long as it was far, far away from the girl.

He reached the other side of the park but he wanted to turn back. Anywhere was good but not in this kind of anywhere.

The trees were much bigger and their leaves thicker, letting only a small amount of sunlight pass through the gaps between the foliage. The benches here were made of wood, well-maintained despite their obvious ripe, old age. The blonde felt that he was in a completely different time, a time when Konoha was still in its pure and bare forest form.

He would have appreciated if he was with someone. Naruto didn't like being alone in a place that was eerily quiet that made him think of ghosts in the middle of the day.

"Ghosts are not real," Naruto muttered, "They are simply figment of the human's over active and imaginative mind."

He jumped on up when he heard a weird noise coming from the deeper part of the forest. He swore he saw a blur of black, human-like figure run across the trees.

"Okay, maybe ghosts are real. Please Mr. Ghost, I don't mean any harm. How could I even harm you if you don't have any physical body? And I don't have any of those exorcism-thingies nor do I know any exorcism spell. I'm not even religious." The young man kept on rambling, apologizing to an unseen, inexistent more likely, force that he did not detect another presence in the vicinity.

"Mister, I think that the spirits would be more annoyed with your noisy act."

Naruto was caught off guard and did something that he would vehemently deny later and never admit in his life even if there was a witness.

He screamed like a girl.

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Women are the eighth wonder of the world.

Sasuke knew how complicated they are even for his knowledge and understanding to grasp. And he would never like to understand them either.

He was currently in the perfume section of the posh department store with his seventh (or was it ninth?) date. The woman had tried on five different scents earlier, making the lawyer sniff every single damn time and she was even trying more. His nose was already confounded with the variety of smells that he could not even tell if it was still functioning.

Before she could present her wrist again, the raven-haired man smoothly held her hand and made the lady smiled at him seductively. She moved her other arm and clung to the tall man's muscular upper limb.

The lawyer cleared his throat and turned to the saleslady who was also ogling him. "Miss, I would like you to wrap each perfume that the lady would like. Charge it on my account."

"Each perfume that she would pick?" The girl looked at him unbelievingly because each of the perfumes costs more than a regular worker's salary. The man raised his left eyebrow, handing her his debit card. Upon reading the name 'Uchiha', she quickly apologized and called the other two ladies. The three of them eyed the woman with Mr. Uchiha jealously.

"Oh, Sasu-chan, you made me so happy!" the woman cried happily and gave him a light smack on his lips. She turned to the three girls and sneered triumphantly at them, probably thinking that she got the eligible Uchiha hunk all for her own.

If other men lavish numerous gifts on their woman for her to feel appreciated and loved, it works opposite for the Uchiha men. They buy sets and sets of expensive gift for their dates as a consolation or mostly, to make them distracted from clinging to the man more. It was a sort of non-verbal sign for, "I don't like you so please enjoy the treats to yourself."

Sasuke was already tired of three days of date failures. He was willing to give her another try so he laid out the most important reason as to why he subjected himself to this torture.

"Would you mind living together with someone who already has a child?"

"As in a lover with a child of his own?" the woman asked, Sasuke nodding stiffly. She frowned and returned to pointing to different bottles of scents. "I'm not good at dealing with kids. I don't even want to have my own child, why would I take care of another's?"

She was too drunk with the idea of having Sasuke for her own that it was too late when she realized the impact of her answer. She gasped and turned to look at the colder, emotionless face.

"B-but I'm sure t-that your s-son is wonderful! I won't mind t-taking care…" she desperately said, feeling the coldness of those black eyes seeped into her bones.

Sasuke got his debit card, returned it to his wallet and left the tearful woman behind. The three salesladies looked at her now with a sneer. The head of them, the first girl in attendance, offered the woman an insult.

"Don't think of yourself too high because Uchiha-san dated you. Apparently, you wasted his time."

The lawyer entered his eye-catching black with red clouds Mercedes Benz SLR McLaren Roadsterand sat on the seat irritated. He felt a little calmer when he settled in his son's favorite car. Itachi even suggested the design concept, claiming that the car would be his when he turns eighteen.

Mikoto, the boy's grandmother, teased the little boy about his choice of inheriting a car that would be very old by then. The boy huffed and told her straightly:

"Dad always chooses the best. And grandfather told me that Uchiha's never settle for the second best so I definitely want that Merceydes."

Sasuke smiled at the memory of his son. Really, being a father was really hard especially if you came from a proud family with very high standards. He rarely told others how proud he was with Itachi but he knew the boy clearly understood.

With a renewed determination to make his son smile, he drove out of the parking lot and headed to his law firm in the city. He still got a three-meter list of women's names to go through. If he still hasn't found the perfect candidate by then, only his son would be able to pick the best choice.

Itachi knows best after all.

And how right Sasuke was.

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Itachi flinched when the blonde man in front of him shrieked like his girl classmates when they were surprised, pissed or simply wanted to scream for the sake of screaming. Clear, blue and expressive blue eyes turned to him. The boy thought that they were beautiful.

"Dad told me that men are not supposed to scream girlishly." He said.

The young man chuckled deeply, scratching his golden spikes of hair. The laughter was also visible in his eyes, his face still stretched with a wide grin.

"He must also remind you that it's rude to sneak upon strangers." The stranger placed both of his hands behind his head, eyes squinting at the boy. It reminded the young Uchiha of a fox especially with the whisker-like marks on his tan, round face. He wondered how the man got those.

"Hn."

"You suspiciously remind me of someone when you do that." The taller man frowned.

"Onii-san, aren't you supposed to be in your school? You'll never get to graduate from high school if you play hooky." Itachi looked at him.

"Wha-? How old do you think I am?" the blonde said with wide eyes. He seemed to be a little irritated at the boy's assumption. "I'm already 24 years old and I'm tall too."

"There are high school students taller than you. I know one. And you look very young too."

"You really remind me of that bastard." They were both stuck in a staring contest for just about 30 seconds when they were disturbed by two sets of growling stomach. Itachi blushed a bit, not quite used to being exposed to a stranger in such a way.

And the man simply laughed though the boy could discern that he was also embarrassed. That laughter was so alive that the corners of the boy's lips lifted up a bit. It was just a bit because Uchihas don't smile in front of strangers, no matter how loud and happy they sound and look.

"Sorry about that. I was a rude to you." The man moved from his position to a nearby bench and sat down. He removed the orange and black sling bag he was carrying and pulled out a lunch box.

Itachi discretely gulped when he saw the yummy-looking food. He still hasn't had lunch because he ran away from the driver that was sent to fetch and bring him to the main Uchiha mansion. He didn't want to attend the party for tonight that would sure leave his cheeks sore from the pinching, hair messy form the scuffling and face wet from the kisses that the woman and girls would give him. The curse of Uchiha fan girls.

"What are you waiting for?" the blonde looked at him questioningly. Itachi just stared blankly.

"Eat with me. You don't have any food with you right?" the young man impatiently said. "Don't worry, I'm not that suspicious and I prepared this lunch myself so there's no poison."

The boy doubted, thinking that his pride would not take it too well accepting help from a stranger nonetheless. But his pride would not let him eat. A man has to eat in order to survive. Besides, the food looked delicious.

"Itadakimasu!" they both dug in at the lunch.

"Luckily, I grabbed two pairs of chopsticks earlier," the blonde said even with his mouth full. The boy wondered what would his grandfather say when he discovers that his grandson was with this kind of person but decided to forget that. The blonde couldn't be that bad since he offered Itachi food.

The boy listened as the other told him different sorts of stories from his life. Like how he hated studying but still did it anyway, how he loved ramen and how he still loved a woman who didn't return his affection. Random facts about his friends and people he met abroad.

He blinked when the other man pushed the box of food towards him, half of the meal still intact. He looked up to the man questioningly.

"Children need to eat a lot to grow." The man smiled at him. "Finish your meal first before we exchange stories. You won't be able to concentrate with my babbles and next time it's your turn to talk."

Itachi nodded and ate silently, taking slow but big bites. The food was really good. When he finished, a sealed bottle of mineral water was placed in front of him, which he accepted gratefully.

After 10 minutes of rest, he was prodded miserably to talk by a pouting blonde. And surprisingly, he did.

But Itachi never told him about how smart he was or how rich and famous his family. With his smooth childish voice, he talked about his friends, Sasori with his dolls and Deidara with his bombs. The young man smiled when he told him how the guard chased the 'mini-terrorist' around the school grounds.

He even told him of how he enjoys spending time with his cousin Shisui and how his grandmother fussed over everything. And how proud he was of his father.

He didn't know until now how fun it was to talk with someone else. Talking and being with the blonde was fun.

"I think you still need to attend the party though. Your father might also hate parties but at least, you will be there with him and him with you." A ring tone interrupted the man from talking. He retrieved his orange flip-top phone with a fish-cake hanging on it.

"Old hag."

"YOU GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT, NARUTO-BRAT!"

Itachi rubbed his ears of the loud voice of the caller. The man, Naruto, mouthed 'sorry!' before standing up and walking away from the boy. He could still hear the woman's voice though Naruto was a bit far away from him.

"Sorry. My boss threatened to pulverize me to death if I don't return. Playtime for me's over." The blonde sighed and fixed his things. He held out his hand to Itachi, which the boy hesitantly accepted.

"I'll drop you first to your school—"

"Young Master!" a uniformed man shouted when they emerged from the park. He was panting and sweating, probably from looking for Itachi.

"Please do not run away like that again."

"Hn."

"Oh, here's your little master. He'll attend the party too." The blonde handed the boy to his driver. His phone rang again and he cursed when he opened it.

"Nice chatting with you!" Naruto waved and ran to the opposite direction. Itachi felt a little sad when he realized that he won't probably see the other man again. His driver ushered him towards the direction of the car when he heard a shout.

"Wait!" the young man returned. He got Itachi's hand and put something in his palm. It was the fishcake from his phone. "My name's Uzumaki Naruto, the same as this thing. What's yours?"

"Itachi."

"I hope we see each other again then, Itachi." He once again ran faster, swiftly avoiding the citizen's passing by.

Itachi smirked, a smirk identical to his father's.

Of course they'll see each other again very, very soon.

He liked Naruto a lot. He liked him so much that he would not mind talking with the man again.

+TBC+


What a loyal father Sasuke is.

Naruto's not really short, he simply looks younger than his age in the story. Itachi just added the 'height isssue' for a little teasing.

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