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This boy is an angel.
Sasuke refused to let go of his personal angel as they got into his car. His driver, Kiba, looked at his boss in a restrained confusion when Sasuke came out of the building with an unconscious blond in his arms bridal style covered only by Sasuke's coat, but didn't say anything. After working for Sasuke for more than a week, Kiba quickly learned that there was no use trying to talk to his boss and those who did for too long were fired, if they were lucky. But the pay was nice and Kiba couldn't exactly afford to lose the easiest job he's ever had. Plus he started to befriend Sasuke's other employees. While they rarely saw each other during work, if at all, the group had taken to getting together at least once a week.
After opening the back door for his boss, Kiba quickly stuck the strange fountain in the trunk all the while sneaking peaks at his boss in the back seat. He was rewarded with the surprising sight of Sasuke still holding the boy.
Sasuke could not be bothered with what his driver was doing, even though it annoyed him slightly when he noticed his driver's frequent looks through the rearview mirror, because he was focusing on something far more important.
His angel.
Even though they were still in the car, Sasuke mentally and physically refused to let go of the blond. He positioned himself so that he could still hold the boy bridal style on his lap, leaning the angel's head on his shoulder enjoying the warmth of it all.
Since leaving the auction, Sasuke was able to get a closer and much better look at the boy. The bright stage lights did not accurately show just how tan the boy was in compared to Sasuke's own milky skin. The boy probably spent a lot of time out in the sun, as opposed to Sasuke who spent most of his time either in the office or in his penthouse apartment.
The lights also distracted Sasuke from how much the blond locks seem to glow themselves, he had never seen such bright hair in his life before. They seemed to rival the sun itself. His hair was also very soft, Sasuke observed as some of the boy's gravity defying spikes were tickling his neck, if Uchihas were ticklish that is.
What surprised Sasuke the most about these new observations were six scars on the boy's cheeks. Three scars on each side, giving the appearance as if they were whiskers. If Sasuke didn't know any better, he'd guess they were natural. But Sasuke traced them on the blonde's otherwise smooth cheeks and could feel the slight rises and knew the scars were relatively recent even if they had long been healed.
Before Sasuke covered the blonde with his jacket, he could see that there were other scars covering the boy's body, but didn't think much of it at the time as he was focusing on covering his angel from lecherous eyes. But as he traced the whiskers with his thumb, all the scars the boy accumulated couldn't be pushed out of his mind.
Sasuke tried focusing on something else. He kept playing the boy's voice over in his mind. No, that wouldn't work because now all he wanted to do was to hear the boy say something. The blonde was still unconscious from what Sasuke could now determine was a tranquilizer, judging by a little mark made on the boy's neck. Just another mark to add to all the other scars.
No! He shouldn't focus on the scars. Sasuke tried thinking of something else. They eyes! Even though the boy's eyes were downcast and slightly glazed over when Sasuke caught a glimpse of them, he was still in awe at how truly beautiful they were. Sasuke remembered how those cerulean orbs caught the light on the stage and seemed to make the eyes sparkle. Sasuke also recalled how impossibly blue they were. Wait, this was no good. Now all Sasuke wanted was to gaze into the eyes of the unconscious angel.
Sasuke tried to focus on something in the present. He finally settled on the boy's warmth as he held him. Sasuke was never into touching others affectionately, probably because any time he held in the past was either too stiff by his father or brother before they died or too suffocating by any fangirl stupid enough to cross Sasuke's personal space. Both of the previous experiences made Sasuke wary he soon learned to avoid touching people in general. But this was nice. The boy had a natural warmth that seemed to infect Sasuke as he held him, but Sasuke didn't mind. In fact enjoyed this simple pleasure of being able to share the blonde's warmth while he breathed even, relaxing breaths in his unconscious state.
Ignoring his driver's surprised look in the rearview mirror, Sasuke pulled his angel closer to himself, releasing a satisfied sigh as he rested his head atop the blonde's.
If Sasuke's actions in the car didn't surprise Kiba, his actions while entering his apartment did. First, Sasuke simply refused to let go of the blonde he was holding. Thoroughly confused, Kiba did not know what to make of this. He had offered to carry the boy in Sasuke's stead as he knew for a fact that his boss absolutely hated being touched, and he was hoping for a glimpse inside the apartment since he was always instructed to wait by the car in the apartment complex's garage. But Sasuke practically growled as he gave his driver the infamous Uchiha glare for even thinking about taking his angel away from him.
Then Sasuke ordered his poor driver to accompany him up to his penthouse. Initially, Kiba was thrilled at the thought, but then he started to wonder why all of a sudden he was allowed to be near his boss's home. He was slightly pacified when Sasuke told him that he needed someone to open the door as his hands were otherwise occupied with more important matters.
Kiba expected his job to be over as he respectfully stepped out of the way after opening the door (but not before he snuck a quick look into the luxurious but curiously empty apartment), but Sasuke ordered him to follow over his shoulder as he walked by; still carrying the blonde. The distance was expected to be long as Sasuke murmured that they were headed to the furthest room in the penthouse, but the apartment had only one couch and a few chairs as well as only the necessary items for a comfortable living environment so the walk was very direct. The Kiba noticed that the overall color scheme was grey and black with only a few blue items scattered around. The overall effect was a little intimidating.
When they finally reached their destination, a spare bedroom, Sasuke's behavior got even stranger. Instead of placing the boy on the bed, Sasuke held the boy closer, if possible, glaring at the bed.
"What's the matter, sir?" the driver asked his boss.
"It's wrong."
"What's wrong? The bed?" the driver took a hesitant step towards said bed.
"Hn. The sheets are wrong for him."
"Th-the sheets?" Kiba was even more confused than before, the bed was very tidy and the silk sheets were so clean that they looked brand new. Kiba knew that these sheets were cleaned recently for a fact as Sasuke's maid, Sakura, often complained about how many times she's had to wash sheets that were rarely used.
Sasuke continued to glare at the bed. "The sheets should be warm and comfortable for him." Kiba didn't need to ask who "he" was as Sasuke seemed to hold the blonde boy closer than what Kiba thought previously impossible for both his boss and humans with each glare he sent the bed. "Change the sheets, quickly!"
Kiba had trouble locating the closet where Sakura kept the spare sheets. He didn't want to ask Sasuke as the glares he kept shooting at the bed seemed near lethal. When he finally found the warmest sheets he could locate in the closet and choosing a particularly squishy comforter, Kiba rushed back to the room and was unsurprised to hear a curt "Change it."
Kiba did as he was told. Though the bed was not made as neatly as Sakura could make it, Kiba was pleased with his work since his own bed at home stayed perpetually unmade with only a single blanket that usually ended up on the floor anyways. Apparently, Sasuke deemed not only his handiwork but his choice of linens acceptable as he was no longer sending the bed to hell through his glares and set the blonde boy down on it with such care and tenderness that Kiba couldn't help but stare and question his eyes because he did not think his cold boss was capable of human emotion.
Then Sasuke surprised his driver yet again by practically running out of the room with the speed he was walking. Curious, Kiba followed at a slower pace and saw that Sasuke had made his way to what seemed to be the master bedroom. Kiba was too distracted by his boss throwing clothes onto the floor while digging through his wardrobe with a determined look on his face to look around the room he had wondered about the most when musing what kind of place his boss lived in.
"Dammit!" Sasuke growled as he held up a pair of pajamas that Kiba guessed were probably designer, judging by the other clothes now decorating the grey carpeted floor.
Kiba nearly flinched when Sasuke turned towards the door and saw him standing there.
"These are wrong, too."
"S-sir?" Kiba was backing up into the hallway as his boss walked towards him with a slight scowl on his face.
"These won't fit him! They are too big!" Sasuke turned and walked to the guest room immediately after exiting his room, completely ignoring his driver as he kept muttering about how the blonde boy wouldn't be able to fit into the blonde boy. Kiba thought Sasuke had completely forgotten that he was there until his boss called over his shoulder, "Be ready to buy something proper for him!"
"Sir?" Kiba was about to ask what "something" was when his boss disappeared into the guest room. Sighing, Kiba made his way to the door at a slower pace than before to patiently wait outside so he could ask what Sasuke meant.
"Sir, what is 'something'?" Kiba called as he was just about to reach the doorway. When he did, he froze as Sasuke was now leaning over the unconscious boy, buttoning up the pajama shirt he had deemed unworthy a mere five minutes earlier. Then Sasuke straightened from his position and admired how the blonde boy looked in his pajamas that were indeed too large for the boy. Judging from Sasuke's slight smile, Kiba was surprised to see, Sasuke no longer found the need to complain about pajamas being too big.
While Kiba was still marveling over how he had seen his stoic boss show emotion not once but twice, he was astounded to see yet anotherdisplay of emotion from the cold man. Sasuke was now tucking the blonde boy into the newly-made comfortable bed. Kiba did not even bother offering to help as Sasuke seemed to be in his own world comprising of only himself and the blonde boy.
Sasuke's face grew gentle as he lifted the boy from the edge of the bed, again proffering to hold the blonde boy bridal-style, towards the middle of the pillows. Propping the blonde boy against the headboard, after setting a pillow against the surface first for maximum comfort, Sasuke pulled the sheets back and laid the blond boy underneath them. Sasuke's eyes never left the blonde boy's face as he gently pulled the sheets and comforter up to his chin, covering the blonde boy's tiny body in the bed's comfortable and warm abyss. Then, sliding his hand under the blonde boy's head, Sasuke used his other hand to switch the original pillow with another, fluffier pillow Kiba had placed to the side. Placing the blonde boy's head softly atop the new pillow, allowing it to seemingly swallow the back of the blonde boy's head, Sasuke's slight smile grew as he admired how the comfortable bed practically absorb the blond boy leaving only the front of his head, sleeping peacefully, visible.
Sasuke grabbed the chair from the desk in the room and seated himself in it, seeming perfectly happy simply watching the blonde boy sleep. Kiba quietly turned to leave when he heard his boss whisper to him.
"Tomorrow, you are buying him proper clothes."
Kiba inwardly groaned as he stepped outside, closing the door behind him so his boss could enjoy staring at the blonde boy in peace. He grabbed the silk sheets he had to change and walked to the couch he saw earlier. There was no point going home now.
Inside the room his driver recently vacated, Sasuke was still watching the blonde sleep, listening to the gentle breathing and noticing how the comforter was so think that he had to focus to see it move up and down with the breathes. Quietly moving the chair closer to the bed, Sasuke reached out his hand to lightly stroke the whiskered cheeks one more time before leaning back into the chair to find a comfortable position to continue his watch.
This boy was an angel, but Sasuke would be his new guardian.
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