Hi again,
I'm sorry for not updating in a while, I've been under enormous stress to finish up work and projects and have hardly had any free time. I can literally feel myself burning up, been so tired recently. Not only that but I keep forgetting I have other fics that I also need to focus on, oh man what a terrible author I have been. Hopefully I can get back into to the game soon, I hate leaving my stuff unfinished.
(if this fic reads badly, apology to that, I haven't really been in the mood to bring myself to write)
Beta read by Laine12777
Questions to be answered (because I confuse people):
The Kage Family: I'm sorry for the confusion the family will be involved, but Naruto's actual involvement (like taking over the family business etc) wont happen.
Marriage: By Yakuza law Naruto is 'married' to Sasuke, and so has the 'big sister' title for any of the other members , but not by another legal means.
Adoption: it may happen, sorry no mpreg.
Why Idate?: Why not him? I got nothing against his character, and even though he only appeared a short time in the anime he was attention grabbing enough. Not to mention a stubborn guy, also his brother will be included.
Itachi/Kyuubi relationship?: Wont happen sorry, Itachi is devoted to Deidara, and the little firecracker would kill Itachi if he found out he was being cheated on.
Chapter 2: Arguments and loneliness
The sun was just rising over the horizon when Idate came home; he knew he had overdone it again with work. Well he had to; the Chief was not happy, not happy at all. After getting berated for almost half an hour for coming in late again for the fifth time in a row, he was forced to his desk and catch up on all the paperwork he had missed. To be honest he didn't think he had missed that much paperwork. That was before he saw the state of his desk; it was literally heaving with all that crap.
Now he was late getting back, with a tired sigh he unlocked the front door to his apartment and stepped inside.
"Ah, Idate-san, you're finally back," came a light voice.
The man looked up and gave the young woman in front of him a smile. "Apologies Ayame-san, I know I said I would come back earlier but-"
"It's fine Idate-san, I was happy to help out!" Ayame interrupted. She was a sweet girl, actually the daughter of his landlord, and often babysat his son Kiyoshi. She was a petite college girl, black hair tied up in a lose ponytail, and a pale soft-featured face.
"How was he?" Idate knew that Kiyoshi could be difficult, he was too silent, terribly shy, and had been like this ever since…
Ayame sighed heavily. "Not too good, he refused to eat his dinner, and wouldn't go to bed until you came back. Eventual he did fall asleep, but…" she didn't have to elaborate further, Idate knew where she was going with this.
"It's alright Ayame, thank you again."
"Okay Idate-san, I've got to go now," she said, giving him another sweet smile, and picked up her bags and got ready to leave.
"Thank you again Ayame, greet your father for me!" he waved her off as she left his apartment.
Now to handle another problem. Idate took off his jacket, and threw the garment and his tie over a chair. Quietly he walked over to his son's bedroom door and slowly opened it to peek inside. It was quiet, the nightlight still on. His gaze dropped to the small bundle sleeping on the bed, the teddy bear print duvet tucked up to his chin so that only his head was peeking out. Wavy brown hair crowned that sleeping cherub face, and out of habit he was sucking his thumb.
Idate stepped inside, avoiding the toys littered on the carpeted ground; he looked down at his son Kiyoshi. The boy looked so small in the bed; he reached down and ran his hands through the soft hair. The boy moved with a sigh, and his big eyes fluttered open to reveal honey brown eyes to look up at him.
"Daddy?" came his soft voice. The little boy sat up in his bed, rubbing his eyes with his hands.
"Hey Kiyoshi… I heard that you were waiting for me again all night, and making things difficult for Ayame-chan."
Kiyoshi had his head bowed, looking down at his patterned covers. "I don't like her," he murmured.
"Kiyoshi…" Idate sighed and sat down on the bed beside his son. "Don't be like that."
"But I don't like her, I hate her, I HATE HER, HATE HER!" the little boy shouted, slamming his hands against the covers. Idate quickly intervened, grabbing his hands to stop the boy from being hurt himself. When the brunette still didn't calm down Idate grabbed the smaller boy around his waist and pulled him into a fierce hug.
"Please Kiyoshi, please…"
The boy buried his head into the folds of Idate's clothes. "I hate her, I want mommy, where is mommy…?" he mumbled.
"Shhhhhh, it's okay, it's okay…" it broke his heart when he saw Kiyoshi like this. But there was nothing he could do to make it right, he had apologized so many times before. Tried to explain why his mother 'left' them, but there was nothing at all he could do.
Nothing at all…
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Three days.
It had taken him three days to work up the courage to finally tell Sasuke.
The apartment was pristine; he had spent all morning vacuuming, scrubbing, and had changed the sheets of their bed. Naruto had worked his ass off in the Kitchen making all of Sasuke's favourite dishes, Eggplant and Tomato Salad, rice, fried tofu, mackerel, and a side of shio-zuke (salt pickles). All this washed down with some expensive, aromatic red wine. Yeah he went all out on this dinner, anything to keep the raven happy.
Sasuke had just sent him a text saying that he would be home in ten minutes, so he had just enough time to set the table. He had already showered and worn some of his nicer clothes.
It was in the middle of lighting candles when he suddenly heard the jingling of keys, and the creak of the door opening. Naruto literally sprang up like a meerkat, glancing in the same direction of the door. He almost froze with fear at the sight of Sasuke entering the apartment, briefcase in hand, and toeing off his shoes.
"Tadaima Naruto," he called out tiredly. Slowly he looked around the lounge, surprised at how immaculate everything looked. Sasuke sniffed, licking his lips at the delicious scent in the air.
Naruto had cooked dinner.
With slight trepidation he put his bag down on the sofa and walked past the wall partition and into the kitchen/dining area. His dark eyes widening when he saw the spread laid out on the table; it was all of his favourite foods, and his little lover was dressed up more than alluringly. Skinny jeans, tight in all the right places, a light orange shirt with a few buttons left undone to show off a sliver of tanned skin.
Instantly the Uchiha was suspicious…
It was obvious by Naruto's body language that the blonde was more than nervous; he as biting his bottom lip, blue eyes darting around the room anxiously, and he was wringing that napkin to the point of ripping it. He frowned slightly, tilting his head to the side to survey the scene in front of here.
"What is going on?" he asked.
Naruto flinched but quickly reacted. "What? What makes you think something is going on? I just thought you'd like something nice to eat after a hard day's works, that's all!" he said just a bit too quickly.
Yeah… not suspicious at all.
"Okay, I'll believe that," he replied and sat down at the dining table.
Naruto nodded and sat down as well; he kept his head bowed as picked up the chopsticks and started on his own dinner. Occasionally Sasuke would look up, confusion written evidently on his handsome face. Naruto cooking dinner was nothing new, but what was disconcerting was how much effort the blonde had put into today. Glancing around the place he noticed it was flawlessly clean, and candles were lit to provide a romantic atmosphere. For a while he had to wonder if he'd forgotten an anniversary or something, but no, he was sure that this was about something else.
He was certain that Naruto was trying to butter him up for something, he had done this before when he really wanted that Xbox 36-something, and all those games that came with that infernal machine.
So what could Naruto need now?
It wasn't as if Sasuke minded buying Naruto things, he loved providing for his lover, but really anything that took Naruto's attention away from himself should be banned. That box contraption had been declared his enemy. Slowly he grasped the cool wine class between his fingers and took a sip of the liquid, all the time regarding the blonde man in front of him and making the other feel uncomfortable.
"What?" Naruto finally asked, not being able to take the staring anymore.
"I can't help but wonder what you want?"
"What I want?" he asked, sitting up straight in his seat. "Why would I want something?"
Sasuke just gave him a look, and it wasn't just any look, it was the 'look'. A smug expression mixed with an all-knowing gaze which soon caused the blonde to sweat. Sasuke knew, he knew! Okay he most likely didn't, but he knew something and that was enough to unsettle him. Fuck, what to do, what the hell was he meant to do?
Too late now, panic had already set in, and just like that he broke down.
"Alright!" he said, slamming his hands down on the table. "Okay you got me, there is something I have to tell you…"
"…And?"
The blonde bit his bottom lip uncertainly, glancing around the dining area at anything else but Sasuke. "Promise you won't get mad?"
"I can't promise that Naruto," he replied seriously, putting his chopsticks down on the table.
Naruto sighed, of course the teme couldn't. "I got a job."
Sasuke frowned quizzically. "I thought we talked about this…" he trailed off angrily.
"But you don't understand-"
"No, youdon't understand, Naruto. I told you already that there wasn't any need for you to get a job, I make more than enough money for both of us, so why would you bother with that?"
"Listen-"
Yet Sasuke didn't; he continued on with his rant. "Especially when you want to go back to being a waiter! I can't help but wonder what could be so badly wrong with you that would go back to such a degrading profession."
"Hey, I know it wasn't such a-" he tried to defend. True he might not have enjoyed being a waiter, but it earned a living and he had been happy with that. Only he was cut off by Sasuke's sharp tone again.
"It's like you don't understand the concept of listening, I told you to get a hobby, and now you tell me that you got another life."
Okay, now Sasuke made it sound like he had cheated on the older man or something, as if he was moonlighting as a prostitute or something worse. He had enough.
"YOU PRICK!" Naruto shouted, throwing his chopsticks at Sasuke before springing up from his seat and storming out of the room.
Sasuke didn't even realize what happened, and the next thing he heard was the sound of the front door slamming shut. He looked around the room and then at the half-eaten meal; with a heavy sigh he rested his elbows on the table to cradle his head.
Today was not his day.
Iruka had been making himself some tea when the doorbell rang. He wondered who it could have been so late at night. Wearily he put his cup down on the counter and walked towards the door, he pressed himself against it to look through the peephole. A gasp escaped him when he saw the blonde man standing on the other side. Quickly he wrenched the door open, and before he could say anything Naruto jumped into his arms for a fierce hug.
"Naruto?"
"He didn't listen, he didn't even bother listening to me!" came the blonde's muffled cry.
Iruka's shoulder sagged and he sighed out sadly. "Oh Naruto… come inside. I made some tea, and we'll talk about it."
The blonde sniffled and gave a slight nod, letting the older brunette man lead him inside his cozy apartment where he sat Naruto down on the couch and hurried towards the kitchen to make another cup of tea. When he came back the blonde had curled himself up on the couch and was staring numbly at the blank wall. Iruka sighed and placed the steaming cup on the coffee table before joining the young man on the couch.
"I guess he didn't take it too well?" he started, toeing the line to make sure it was safe to tread.
"He didn't even listen 'Ruka…" Naruto sniffled again, wiping his runny nose against his sleeve. "He made it sound like I was cheating on him, that bastard!"
"I'm sure he didn't mean it, and I know you don't mean to call him that either…"
"Doesn't change the fact that he can such a dick!"
"Can't take the Yakuza out of people Naruto, you knew that when you fell in love with him."
"Yeah well, sometimes I wonder if I should have…" he murmured sadly.
"Naruto…"
"Please 'Ruka… could I just stay here for a while?"
"Of course Naruto, you know that you're always welcome here," he replied, pulling the blonde into a hug, comforting the younger man just like he used to when Naruto was younger.
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Sasuke threw a stack of folders in the 'out' pile with a frustrated sigh; Naruto hadn't come back home. Two days had already passed and so far no calls or texts to simply even say where he was. Well not that Sasuke didn't already know where he was, his contacts had told him that Naruto was with Iruka. But he still expected a call.
After Naruto had stormed out it felt weird cleaning up alone, not hearing his happy chatter in the background, or having the ball of sunshine cuddle up to him in bed and steal all the covers. The warmth he exuded and the way Naruto simply made him feel.
Sasuke missed it.
It was his own fault really, Sasuke knew that he had overstepped a line and dented the blonde's pride, so the obvious answer would be to apologize. However he was a stubborn person, just like Naruto, so there was no way he would be the first one to grovel back.
He would wait of course, if there was one thing Sasuke had it was an infinite amount of patience. He would wait until Naruto came back to his senses, and then punish his little lover until the other couldn't move anymore.
Sasuke smirked at the dirty thoughts invading his mind.
"I hope you're not having any inappropriate thoughts while working, Sasuke," instantly the smirk on his face was wiped off.
That voice would get rid of any hard-on for a week.
He looked up to meet his brother's gaze, the older man standing arrogantly in the doorway to his office. Sasuke had gotten his own office in Sharingan Corp., unfortunately it was right next to Itachi's, and the older man seemed to make it his mission to bother Sasuke whenever he wanted.
"Don't you have anything better to do, Itachi?" Sasuke snapped back, greatly irritated that the mood had been ruined. He tried to go back to his paperwork in an attempt to ignore his brother's presence.
"Oh, I have some free time, so I thought I'd say 'hi'," Itachi replied and stepped inside the office, closing the door behind him.
"'Hi', now leave please," but Itachi ignored the obvious quip and instead sauntered towards Sasuke's desk, who was still ignoring him, and sat down opposite him.
Sasuke felt his eye twitch, but he didn't look up from his work to acknowledge Itachi; he knew what his brother was doing. He was trying to get under his skin, he used to do this every time they were younger, and sadly it was working. The room was silent except for the fast scribbling sound of the pen against paper, the creaking of the chair that Itachi was sitting on, and the gentle hum of the A/C. It was starting to irritate him.
Finally he slammed the pen down and glared at the older man, who was simply smiling at him. "What do you want?" he asked.
Itachi's smile grew. "Mother is planning a little dinner and she has asked me to invite you, of course she wants you to bring your little 'wife' along too."
Sasuke bit his bottom lip; mother had been wanting to have a proper chat with Naruto ever since he had made the mock announcement about the blonde being his fiancé. He had been trying to avoid it, knowing that Naruto wouldn't really be comfortable around his family (not that Sasuke was either), but also because of his father. Who knew what Fugaku would do, what silly insults he would throw at his Naruto; Sasuke wouldn't let that happen.
"I'll think about it; is that all? Or is there something else you need to talk about?"
"No, no, you can go home now, I'm sure that your little lover is starting to feel quite lonely while you're at work," he said and left the office.
Sasuke sighed and looked down at his papers.
"You have no idea…"
(At Iruka's)
The night stretched on forever for Naruto, here, sleeping alone in a bed, watching the silver disk in the sky. He had gotten so used to sleeping with Sasuke that it felt odd without him being by his side, even if he was late Naruto would stay awake and wait for him. He would always wait. For a moment he couldn't help but wonder if Sasuke was feeling the same way right now? Or was the teme so mad that he moved on?
Naruto didn't think he would, but a part of him, the bitter part, knew what a player the older man had been before they met. He still remembered that sleazy Kimimaro rubbing up to Sasuke at the club. Well they may have not been together then, but it was still the principal of things. But he had changed for him, Sasuke had changed for Naruto. He wouldn't be so cruel to completely discard him, would he?
No, Sasuke wouldn't do that, not after everything they went through.
Naruto sat up in his bed, picking up his phone from the bedside table to look at the time. 1 a.m.; Sasuke was probably home by now. He ran his thumb over the smooth surface of his touch phone, skipping through his contacts until he came upon Sasuke's personal number. Then he hesitated, his thumb hovering a few millimetres above the surface, wondering if he should press it. In the end his thumb went down, and it started to dial.
He pressed the cold surface against his ear and waited…
….
Sasuke jumped when he heard the phone ringing; in the end he had brought the rest of work back home with him. He knew he couldn't sleep, at least not alone in the bed, so he had decided to keep working to keep himself occupied. So he hadn't expected anyone to call him. He picked up his mobile and undid the lock on it, his dark eyes widening when he saw Naruto's ID.
With shaky fingers he touched the screen and pressed the phone against his ear. "Naruto?"
There was silence on the other side of the line, but when Sasuke listened close enough he could hear the blonde's shuddered breathing. "Naruto, talk to me."
"Don't be mad," came a quick reply, and there was a click and the line went dead.
Sasuke stared at the phone; he sighed, lying back against the bed.
"How can I ever be mad at you, dobe."
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