Summary: It was just another ordinary day for Sasuke, when he fell down some stairs and consequently summoned a demon. Now he can't seem to get rid of the damned thing but maybe he doesn't want to?
Warnings: boy x boy, language, violence?, various pairings
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, I'm just borrowing the characters.
Un-beta'd.
The progression is a little slower than I'd like, but it will pick up (starting the next chapter actually!). Thank you everyone for the reviews (you guys rock!) favourites and follows. In one chapter I got 20 follows. That shocked me and made me grin like mad. Thank you everyone. If I could share my ice cream with you, I would. But since I can't - I won't.
For different breaks in time periods I used different breaks. So for something that is one day plus it'll be the large horizontal line, for just a few hours, it'll be ~0ooooo0ooooo0~.
Fleeting Moments
Chapter 2
Both Itachi and Sasuke stared disturbingly at the man in their basement. They did not bother to turn away and look elsewhere in the basement, but focused on the boy who seemed rather interested in the interior design of their home - his eyes shifting from one piece of furniture to another.
Sasuke opened his mouth, closed it and frowned. He never had to deal with this type of situation before, and he was searching his memories for a moment when he was taught about how to deal with a potential threat in his own home. Include that this threat was also supposedly a demon - who had control over two large foxes, and it was leaving him stumped. He was thankful to see his brother struggling with the exact same thing he was.
"You can't stay here," he batted back, still trying to think of how to not piss off a potential psychopath.
Kyuubi stopped his eyeing of a vase that was sitting on a side table. He craned his neck to stare at Sasuke with an eerie smile on his face, almost sadistic feeling.
"Where else do you expect me to go?" he countered with a sweet voice, "you are biologically related to-"
The doorbell rang and both Itachi and Sasuke relaxed. Itachi glanced towards the stairs and turned to his younger brother, "go answer the door. I'll keep our guest entertained."
Sasuke glanced back at Kyuubi and gave a hesitant nod before moving around the boy who was watching his movements, and began ascending the stairs. He heard Kyuubi just before he got to the top ask Itachi if they had gotten a lot of guests and a responding grunt and quiet 'no' followed.
Which was true, they did not receive any guests actually - unless it was Itachi's stupid university buddies. But they never drove up on their own, they only ever accompanied Itachi and they all went back home to spend time with their own families during the holiday season. So it was odd to hear the doorbell, which once again sounded.
Sasuke muttered, wondering where his butler was to not have answered the door already but dismissed it and quickly strode to the front door. He expertly unlocked the door and pulled open the door to see two tall officers standing politely on his doorstep.
"Oh good afternoon sir," the one on the right began with a soft smile, "we got a call from this address reporting a trespasser?"
Sasuke blinked, recalling the phone call he made about thirty minutes ago. They sure took their time...
"Ah yes," he nodded opening the door wider, "I'm glad you made it."
The officers stepped into the house, quietly thanking Sasuke before surveying the room. He could see their eyes glancing around at every object, carefully critiquing the room.
"The man you are looking for is in the basement, he is with my brother. He calls himself 'Kyuubi'." He supplied, slowly moving towards the hallway that lead to the basement. "if you'll follow me."
The officers nodded, slowly strolling behind him. "Is he being aggressive?" one officer asked quietly, "the person who called said he was delusional. What exactly has he been saying?"
Sasuke hummed quietly taking a right down another hall, "He doesn't seem aggressive, but he does seem to know some kind of martial arts..." he muttered thinking back to the way he easily tossed Itachi around. "He also says he's a demon taking over hell's throne or something like that."
One officer snorted amusedly but the other merely stayed silent walking slowly behind the youngest Uchiha. They reached the stairs quickly and Itachi was still talking to the boy softly but Sasuke could not make out the words.
"He's down there," he pointed distractedly towards the stairs. "The blond boy, the other one down there is my brother. The owner of this estate."
"Alright," one officer nodded, "thank you son, we'll take it from here."
Sasuke smirked and gave a quick head nod before heading towards the kitchen. He felt a bit hungry, maybe he would grab an apple or a pear before dinner.
He smiled softly at the complete silence that surrounded the buildings as he walked slowly back towards the upperclassman's dorm. There were only two dormitories on the the school property, each one shaped like an L and separated only by a quad that they shared. In the centre of the quad was a large fountain that had a foundation around it for students to sit and mingle or study.
The upperclassman dorm had four floors while the underclassman's dorm had three levels and were easily distinguished. While the levels were different, the upperclassman had the school banners flowing down the sides of main entrance.
He slowly trudged his bags towards the upperclassman's dorm, happy to be back after the entire scene with Kyuubi. The boy was hauled off to jail and Sasuke hadn't heard from him or seen him since. He was probably delivered back to his mental hospital with relative ease and security. He had no worries about not seeing that moron again.
He quickly strolled through the marble hallways towards the elevators and pushed the up button. Without much waiting the elevator pinged and allowed Sasuke on. He pushed the button for the top floor and sighed, leaning back against the mirrored walls.
It was quick and he reached the floor with no problems. He strolled down the hallway to his dorm and smiled when he saw his door come into view. There was a bunch of notes stuffed under his door. It was a typical occurrence with him, since he entered the school. Many girls would leave him notes and he often never paid them any heed and tossed them out (which annoyed his roommates while he was in his underclassman years). He had no reason to deal with girls who didn't bother to send him something in person instead of sneaking it under his door or in his textbooks.
He unlocked his door, ignoring the letters and tossed his bags onto his bed. His room was bright, he drew the curtains open before he left for vacation. The bed was located just under the window, with a nice desk situated off to the side of the door. He was thankful to be back, even though he would miss his brother.
He shuffled back towards the door and gathered up all the envelopes, noticing that some where pink, and he tossed them directly into the trash on the other side of his desk. He decided to unpack all his clothes next and set to work organizing which clothes were being hung and which were being stored in the drawers.
There was a knock at his door and he huffed, wondering why the other prefect was bothering him already - and surprised that he had gotten here after Shikamaru did. Usually Shikamaru came in later and often tried to get out of his prefect duties.
"It's opened," he called out, turning his attention towards sorting out his clothing. He heard the door crack open and the sound of shoes shuffling across the polished hardwood. Sasuke turned his head towards the other person. Unfortunately it was not Shikamaru.
"How did you get here?" He questioned seriously while glaring at the intruder.
Kyuubi foxily smirked back and walked into the center of the room, letting out a low whistle. "This place is nicer than half the houses in the city."
It was true, but with how much tuition was, it better be.
"Get out."
Kyuubi snorted and flopped himself comfortably into his desk chair before ruffling through the thrown out envelopes in the trash bin. "I bet these girls really put a lot of effort into these cards and you're throwing them out like trash."
Sasuke felt his temper raising. "Get. Out .Now."
Kyuubi turned to stare at the last Uchiha and gave a half-hearted smile, "I told you I could escape jail. It also helped that the cop was an occult freak, I just told him about hell and the politics of it and he let me out without much fuss. Plus they could only hold me for so long."
Sasuke glared, that may be true. He assumed they could only hold him in jail for such a minor offence for a certain period of time. But he assumed it would have been longer than it took.
"So you decided to stalk me?"
Kyuubi shrugged, "I have two weeks to kill before the next full moon."
"So you stalked me?"
The blonde huffed and tossed the envelopes back into the trash bin and turned his sights on the drawers in the desk. "I haven't been among humans in almost fifty-years, I'm curious." He told, sliding open the first drawer and being greeted with a supply of pens and pencils. There was loose leaf paper under the pens, just extra in case he ran out.
Kyuubi seemed uninterested in that drawer and opened the next drawer.
"So go somewhere where there are more people," Sasuke hotly told, moving towards the desk and slamming the second drawer closed. He almost caught the demon's fingers in the top of it. "Go to China, or India, or the Americas."
Kyuubi blinked his baby blues before letting out a hearty chuckle, "I could but I don't get to piss you off if I do."
Sasuke opened his mouth to retort but was cut off by a knock on the door. He closed his mouth and turned towards the door, ignoring that Kyuubi began to open the rest of the drawers on his desk as he moved towards the door. Logically, he knew it was Shikamaru but seeing Kyuubi in his room was setting him a bit on edge. What if another crazy person walked in and claimed to be the queen of England?
He shook his head, and opened the door. He inwardly sighed when he saw Shikamaru standing there looking relaxed yet tense. His eyes seemed to be screaming at protest for having been forced back onto campus before the rest of the kids.
"I'm sorry I'm late. Can you cover the first rounds and I'll take the second?" He quickly rushed out and ran a hand through his messed up brown hair that was hanging loosely around his face. Unusual since he kept it tidy and pulled back.
"Sure," Sasuke replied and sighed. He turned his head back to Kyuubi, giving the sternest glare he could muster up. "Do not touch anything while I am gone. That includes the bed, the desk, the couch, the floor, or anything with atoms."
Shikamaru raised an eyebrow at him, and turned his head to look inside the room. He frowned, "who are you talking to?"
Sasuke blinked and opened the door a bit wider, wondering if maybe the door had blocked his line of sight. When he saw the continued perplexed expression on the other prefects face he suddenly felt his stomach drop. Shikamaru seemed very confused.
"Can you not see the blond moron sitting at the desk?"
Shikamaru turned his head, letting his honey eyes travel to the desk. He shook his head, "I only see the last drawer open."
Sasuke darted his eyes to Kyuubi who was still seated at the desk with the most mischievous grin plastered across a smug face. Great maybe the demon's delusions rubbed off on him. He shook his head, well aware Shikamaru was staring at him.
"Never mind, he must have left. He's a new student." Sasuke stated, trying to cover it up and failing.
"How would he have left? I'm standing at your door..." Shikamaru trailed off and frowned, "maybe I should take both shifts. Are you sure you're well?"
He shook his head, "no I"m fine. I must have a small fever. A quick nap will get rid of it." Maybe his exhaustion was creeping up on him and messing with his mind. Like giving him hallucinations. Why would he hallucinate about the dumb delusional trespasser?
Shikamaru seemed skeptical because they both knew that a nap would not miraculously cure a fever but he seemed inclined to believe the lie.
"Okay, let me know if you need help. I will be in my room unpacking."
Sasuke nodded and bid the other prefect farewell. He watched Shikamaru's retreating back and closed his door, before leaning against it and staring at his 'guest'. He found Kyuubi staring back at him with the most devious smile he had ever seen on a person, and his mind immediately wondered if maybe there was some truth to this 'demon' business.
His stomach churned and he regretted thinking that line of thought. It was obviously a lie; demons don't exist.
"Still going to pretend I'm not who I say I am?"
Sasuke closed his eyes, "why couldn't he see you."
The answer came instantaneously, "because I'm a demon. I put up a barrier around my body."
"Of course," Sasuke muttered. He opened his eyes and stepped away from the door before quickly opening it and exiting his own room. He decided he might as well start room inspections since he was going to take Shikamaru's first rounds. He decided to start on the main floor and work his way up instead of working his way down.
He definitely was going to avoid his floor to the best of his ability. Maybe the monster would be gone by the time he got back.
A few hours later after his first rounds he was glad to note that Kyuubi was no longer in his room.
"Can you believe that Uchiha got top of the class again?" someone nearby muttered causing the youngest Uchiha heir to smirk. Of course he got top grades, he was slowly making his way up the ladder, and soon he would be accepted to his university of choice with a full scholarship (not that he needed it).
He moved down the hallway towards the lockers. He saw the girls swarming around the gym entrance. Often they would hang around the doors waiting for this or that sports team to enter before the gushingly handed over some love letter. Practices for most sports teams started just after school, they all used the same lockers so often times a letter would be for a boy in the track team and the girl beside her could be waiting for a guy on the volleyball team. It just depended on their schedules.
Sasuke was thankful that as being a prefect he was exempt from physical activities outside of his classes. Most kids had to join two clubs during the year, but he only had to join one - and he was on student council. Most of the other boys joined sports.
"Menma! Menma!" Someone shouted causing a few heads to turn towards the girls. Sasuke sighed, and picked up his pace towards his locker. He hated having his locker so close to the locker rooms. After school it often smelled like body odour and there was no removing that stench.
A blonde haired boy caught his attention. He stopped near the side of the hallway to watch as the boy approached the girl who had hailed for him. He was tall, muscular, and oddly resembled Kyuubi. Which was impossible, Kyuubi disappeared three months ago and since the full moon came and went (a few times) he knew the demon was long gone - especially if he was a demon like he kept claiming.
Sasuke tilted his head curiously to observe the interaction of the boy with the girl. She had lavender hair, shoulder length and she could not seem to stop twirling it with her index finger as Menma spoke quietly to her. She gave him a card, and his face brightened and a small dust of pink covered his cheeks. It was oddly endearing.
Sasuke shook his head and decided to head back towards his locker when blue eyes locked on his. He sucked in a deep breath. He knew that face and those eyes. Three scars on each cheek, a rounded face with crystal blue eyes. He could tell by the smirk that ghosted across Menma's face he knew Sasuke too.
The boy smirked, tossing a playful wink towards Sasuke before he turned away towards the gym.
Sasuke inwardly groaned, he was hoping to never see those blue eyes again.
Annon Reviewer Replies:
Guest (1st one): I respect criticism to my work, I truly do. But the attitude was unneeded. You are right, the police would respond. I planned to open this chapter that way because the call was dropped, the police are not magical. They cannot just appear at the location. Operators have to pick up GPS tracking from the cellphone and call in dispatch. I have no idea how long that takes, but it's not as fast as it would have been if an address was given thus I decided I would open this chapter with the police arriving.
Guest (2nd one): Thank you! I hope you keep reading this and enjoying it.
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