Warnings : improper use of commas

A/N : The second chapters up. thank you for the reviews. they made me happy.

Chapter 2 : Sessions 2 and 3.

Session 2 :

Sasuke waited, bored, to be let into the 's office. He had thought that turning up late would shorten their session but apparently his therapist had over shot the previous session, making Sasuke the one who had to wait. Not that he minded. The longer he had to sit here, the less time he had to endure being inside that room.

He grimaced, remembering last week. He had been expecting intrusive, idiotic questions but instead Lee had kept it casual, asking friendly, general questions. Sasuke didn't think he had felt so god damn awkward in his whole life. The wide, concerned eyes of his shrink had made him so uncomfortable that he had been tempted to give in and talk, just so he wouldn't be looked at like that.

But he hadn't, of course, because that would mean giving in and Sasuke Uchiha never gave in. Maybe he could be thrown out of therapy if he was uncommunicative enough, he mused.

"Oh look, it's the bastard!"

Sasuke's head jerked to the right, surprised to see the blond guy, Naruto, if remembered right, walk inside, dumping his coat on an empty couch. Sasuke didn't reply, preferring to ignore the moron. He needed to hoard his resources for the next 45 minutes or so. It wasn't very easy to fend off an enthusiastic therapist.

"Haven't changed much, huh?" The voice was now next to him and Sasuke raised an eyebrow when the man, Naruto, he reminded himself, slumped to sit right next to him. A little too close than what would be considered polite. He didn't answer, itching to move away from the blond but at that moment an old, stern looking lady sat on his left, blocking any chance of escape.

Naruto chuckled."Too bad, you're stuck with me now," he said, nudging him with his elbow.

"Moron," Sasuke snapped, clenching his fist so that the intensity of his irritation didn't filter through his voice.

"So it speaks!" Naruto said, a large grin in his voice.

Ignore him, Ignore him, Sasuke repeated to himself.

"A detective, huh?" The blond said after a while.

"..."

"How did I guess? Its written all over your face. You can usually spot a cop a mile away-"

Oh god, why wont he shut up?

"-Especially someone like you. I thought you looked familiar last week, so I looked you up."

He. Did. What?

Sasuke turned and gave the blond the filthiest glare he could muster up at short notice. Naruto seemed oblivious, scratching his nose absent mindedly.

" I mean, it seemed like I knew you from before, but that isn't possible right? So the whole way back home last week I tried to remember where I'd seen you before. And then it hit me! I hadn't seen you before, I'd seem someone who just looked like you -"

Sasuke could only guess what was coming next so he looked away, determined to shut the cheerful voice out.

"The papers were full of your brother's pictures just a few months ago. It must suck to have such an over achieving sibling, huh."

Sasuke concealed his surprise by staring at his shoes. Most people gave him different renditions of "you must be so proud" or, his personal favourite, "How lucky you are to have such a brilliant brother." Sasuke wasn't lucky, he was cursed. When even coming first in school never quite measured up, it became harder and harder to care.

"So anyway, since I found out your last name, I googled you."

"I hope you enjoyed your little stalking session" Sasuke hissed, anger ballooning out the words before he could stop himself.

The old lady next to him frowned in disapproval but Sasuke just glared at her until she looked away.

"I did not." Naruto replied, the sudden seriousness in his voice clueing Sasuke in that he had probably read all about his failed mission. Itachi had managed to keep it under wraps, but there still were a few small details that had slipped through the cracks. Seven people of a celebrated department didn't just die without the media finding out. He risked a glance at Naruto and regretted it almost at once. It was only his pride that forced him to stay put instead of running away from the genuine concern on Naruto's face. There was a tense silence before the blond spoke again, this time in his earlier, carefree voice.

"What happened must have sucked," he said. "No wonder you're a basket case, eh?"

And again, there was that elbow, nudging him like they were part of a secret conspiracy together. Sasuke took only a fraction of a second to decide. Then his hand was moving, his fist closing, and even if the blond did manage to duck the first blow, the second one was right on target. Crunch. Warm blood had never felt so good on his skin.

Unfortunately, instead of being thrown out of the office for starting a violent altercation, he was escorted , bloody nose and all (Naruto did manage to get a few in too) right back into Lee's office, and right back into that annoyingly comfortable chair.

Session 3

Sasuke felt drained. The word 'persistent' did not do his therapist any justice. All his tactics of side tracking, avoidance, refusing to answer questions, sneering and basic strategies that left people either in tears or running away with their tail behind their legs, seemed to have no effect on that man. Even his regular nightmares had twisted into incorporating the wide eyed idiotic therapist in them. He shut the door behind him, pursing his lips.

What he wouldn't do for a hot cup of tea –

"Oh lookie, it's the bastard!"

Sasuke was too weary to even hide his grimace. He made up his mind to ask Lee to change his appointment time so he wouldn't run into the blond every time he came here. Sasuke walked past the receptionists desk, on which Naruto was leaning casually, hips canting in too casual a way to be even considered decent for a man.

"You look like shit," Naruto said, a smaller than usual grin on his face.

Sasuke wanted to ignore him, he really did. He really really did. But there was something about this man that was impossible to ignore, like an itch that you couldn't keep from scratching even when it bled. He felt almost powerless as he paused, looking the man over. Any traces of last week's ...disagreement... had disappeared, and this annoyed Sasuke, especially since his nose was still in plaster.

"No thanks to you," Sasuke snapped, disappointed with the half hearted venom in his voice. The receptionist behind Naruto looked nervous, eyes flicking between the two of them like she expected another fight.

"Hey, you started it. How's your nose?" Naruto asked.

Sasuke heard the genuine concern underneath the light teasing, and it made him even wearier.

"I've had worse."

Naruto pushed himself up from the desk, "I know." He ran a hand through his hair, his gaze intense and almost calculating, "I read that when you were a rookie a drug dealer tried to run you over with his car."

Sasuke stared, "That was seven years ago and he did run me over." A pause, then, " How the fuck do you know that?"

Naruto gave him that smile again, like he was including Sasuke in their very own secret joke, and ignored his question. "I bet your brother was pissed when that happened."

"He was," Sasuke said, a tingle in his spine telling him to remain suspicious of this cheery, grinning man.

"Did he catch them?" Naruto asked.

Sasuke's gut told him that Naruto had to know the answer to that, but something about the innocent tilt of head made him hesitate.

"Yeah," he said, looking away. The memories of those two weeks in the hospital brought a rush of acute embarrassment back. His brother had been only a Detective at that time. But he had been so furious, so furious... Sasuke remembered that even the nurses in the hospital used to run away in fright whenever Itachi visited, he used to have a crazy glint in his eyes that terrified the masses. It had taken only a week after that incident to crack the case, only one of the first in a string of many, many, many successes. Unlike Sasuke... who fucked up and was responsible for –

- Help me Sasuke-

"-I bet he kicked those drug dealer's asses."

Naruto's voice cut through the beginning of his day dream, leaving him disoriented, like he had just managed to miss tripping over a step.

"He did." Sasuke said slowly, adjusting his tie to hide his slip up.

Naruto grinned at him, pushing up from the desk and walking towards him, hands curling around his elbow like it was the most natural thing to do in the world.

"D'you want to go get some tea?"

Sasuke blinked, the sudden invitation and warm fingers reminding him of the very obvious interest Naruto had shown in him the first time they had met. He was tempted to refuse, but then again, this was just tea, which he badly needed. The blue eyes bored into him as he considered , a glint in them clueing Sasuke in that tea may not be the only thing that was in the offering...

"Sure." Sasuke said, trying to hide his amusement as the receptionists eyes almost bulged out of her head.

"Awesome! I know this cute little place just five minutes from here." Naruto's fingers slid from his elbow and grabbed his hand, grinning in a way that told Sasuke that he hadn't missed the woman's reaction either.

"Come on," he said, tugging on his fingers . Sasuke followed, perplexed at his own behaviour, but couldn't be bothered to care.

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