A/N: I took a long time to post the next chapter, because I wanted to see if this story would be a prosperous one (Also since I had a bad case of writer's block). I'm very excited that you all followed, favorited, and even reviewed. I feel so special now. Hope you enjoy the first official chapter of this story!
~Chapter 1~
The aggrieved young man, having caught his lover in his fornication; merely trudged down the street. His azure orbs dull albeit he seemed quite confident during the matter. But that was Naruto for you. He wouldn't dare allow anyone to see him grieve; no he'd find a secluded area to beat himself up over the situation at hand. The sun shimmered in the azure sky, and once again he walked down the street. Jostling through random crowds of clustering pedestrians. He slipped his digits through his short blonde locks, occasionally catching himself dwelling on the unfortunate event. Naruto had been left baffled. He thought Sasuke loved him! They'd been together for 3 fucking years, and the raven even dared to open up to Naruto. Uzumaki could see himself spending the rest of his life with that bastard, however he went and did some ludicrous shit like that?!
I'm such a damn fool.
He sighed languidly with an exasperated undertone, shifting his deadweight between each foot. He doubted that he'd seriously go straight to his grandparents home on the outskirts of the city. Konoha wasn't a very big city in Japan, but the desolated area where Jiraiya and Tsunade inhabited...Lets just say, he couldn't walk that far. The sexagenarian couple were quite old-fashioned, though they'd commute in the city to stay "young" from time to time. Hell, they once announced that their sex life had been thriving tremendously. Naruto shivered at the grotesque image of those two making love at their age. He had a few hours to spare, so he should at least waste them in the best way possible.
Looks like the bar will be having a visit from Naruto!
Kiba gawked at the home of Sasuke Uchiha, one of the richest men in the world, as the screaming and yelling erupted from its once silent atmosphere. He was an agent from the United States, sent to make international liaisons with Hyuuga Corporation. Even on a business trip this luxurious and praise worthy, he never intended on stumbling upon Sasuke's personal life. "She means nothing to me! It was only a fuck!" He jumped at that, his eyes wide in incredulity at the loud ruckus radiating from within the large home. The mysterious voice, a deep husky voice, mesmerized Kiba's undivided attention, while a small crowd of commuting pedestrians jostled pass him.
"Move out the way, moron!-"
"-Get out the middle of the sidewalk, dumbass!" Kiba stumbled over to the side, his eyes wide as people passed him by. Abruptly as the noise escalated, it died down. His heart beating frantically against his chest, but it stopped when the front door slammed open, revealing a ravishing young blonde. He turned around inside the doorway, and Kiba was rendered speechless.
"Oh...I'll be back in a few days to get the rest of my things." The blonde exclaimed behind him, only to walk away and never look back. Kiba gulped down the abrupt knot that materialized in the center of his esophagus. He tried desperately to suppress the urge to chase the blonde man down, and ask him a lot of questions, but that wasn't his business to know. Neji entrusted that he could come here to Japan and make a business deal with the Sasuke Uchiha, not flaunt around in his love life. The brunette sighed, slouching his shoulders in an exasperated manner.
Dear Kami, give me strength.
Mister Inuzuka ruffled out a few wrinkles in his tight-fitted attire, hyperventilating as he drew nearer to the front door. The brunette stared down at his feet, the uncertainty glooming around his taut body. The intoxicating odor of liquor clout him in the face, while he passed a lazy drunk, who glared at him. "We don't take no foreigners here, boy!" Kiba quirked an eyebrow up at him. The loud roar of cars zooming by behind him, and the harsh winds viciously attacking his body; sent tantalizing chills down his spine. The brunette stared intensely at the drunk, almost as if calculating him. Flies dwelled on him, and the gray scraggly beard enshrouded his face.
"I'm only here for business, sir. I don't mean to intru-"
"-We don't like no foreigners, here in Konoha. You bess leave, while you still can walk." Kiba gulped. The old man then cackled at that, his eyes swelling with tears of laughter. The brunette slowly backed away, turning around to see a young pinkette lolling against the door frame of the home. Kiba fixated his gaze upon her, and stalked her way. She was very attractive, yet the look on her face had been dirtier than the ground he walked on.
Was this the girl the two men were arguing over?
He stood taut before her, bowing as a sign of respect. Something he'd learned from Neji before flying overseas. Being a traveling agent for a Japanese was very hard to do. "Hello...I'm here to see, Sasuke Uchiha-"
"-You mean, Uchiha Sasuke?" Kiba mentally released a mantra of obscenities.
Dammit! Neji did say last name first! God dammit! Get it right Inuzuka!
"Um...yeah that's what I meant." She scoffed at him, abruptly glancing over her shoulder into the dim-lit home. Kiba left speechless, yet he truly didn't intend to intrude.
"Sasuke!...You have a visitor!" It was evident that his company wasn't welcome here in Konoha, and he surely didn't want to stay any longer. The decorum he expected from the girl, didn't fit her exquisite beauty in any way.
"Can you come back at a better time?" Sasuke snarled. His repugnant eyes intently calculating the flabbergasted young brunette. Sasuke carded his digits through his hair, groaning in exasperation, rather than fatigue. Everything in his life had begun to crumble, and this foreigner wasn't making the issues in his life any better.
"Umm...Well, Mr. Uchiha, sir...I only have two days to stay. Tomorrow, I'm going to Suna to...speak with Gaara." The raven narrowed his eyes, but scoffed at the answer he received. He spun around on his heels and stalked back into the home.
"Come back first thing tomorrow morning before your trip to Suna. Until then, don't come back to my home." Kiba nodded obediently. Bowing as he uttered a thank you before rushing down the walk way and off down the street in the direction of the blonde. He didn't exactly know his way around the new town, whether he wanted to admit that or not. It's just, the blonde somehow captured his meager gaze, and even as he talked to Sasuke; that boy stayed on his mind. Kiba clutched his satchel with tenacity, dashing through bystanders blindly; while he continued down the sidewalk. The orange monochromatic sky of the sunset warmed his flesh in the Spring time air, but his mind felt so cluttered at the moment.
Who is that blonde?...Where did he go?!
Kiba stumbled over a neglected twig, his fingertips grazing the cement sidewalk as he struggled to maintain his equilibrium. You could easily pick out the American from the Japanese Natives. His insecurity of his whereabouts gave everything away, plus his consistent mantra of apologies every time he jostled his way pass someone. He continued in his vigorously hunt for the blonde male, and Kiba was determined to meet him before he left for Suna. The brunette bared his teeth, face palming himself, at which his make up upon his cheeks began to fade. Revealing his triangle tattoos. "Dammit." He mused, averting his large eyes towards a mini pug across the street. He analyze traffic, rushing over to the facility in a impetuously manner. Maybe if he inquired of a few people about a certain blonde, they'd eventually lead him to his prize. Barging into the bar, he checked his surroundings. Drunks lolling against he tabletop, or just conversing at the pool tables in the back. The wretched odor of must slammed into his nostrils, while the brunette scrunched his nose in displeasure. Those onyx eyes analyzed each nook and cranny of the withering building, until his deadpan gaze fell upon a very drunk ravishing young man. A certain blonde with a divine physique. Kiba smirked at the prize, casually stalking towards the man who lolled face down upon the table. He smiled lightly, resting himself in the seat adjacent to him. He stared at his delicious sun-kissed skin, a smooth and tender look. "Ummm...Hi?" The blonde groaned inwardly, his azure eyes peeking out from behind his folded arms. His eyebrow quirked up at that, and the repugnant glare he sent Kiba's way didn't intimidate him the slightest.
"Wat...do waaant?" He mused in a slurred way, carding his fingers through his hair languidly.
"I saw you earlier today at Sasuke's and-"
"-You stocking meh? Huh?...You wanna stock meh for wat? I ain't bow-the-ring wuu!-"
"-No!No!No!...I...I just wanted to make sure that you were okay after whatever happened back there." Naruto sighed, and averted his solemn gaze back to the glass half-filled with his 6th sex on the beach. The dark aura looming inside the bar sent slight chills down Kiba's spine, however the warming glint in the blonde's eyes kept him comfortable. Naruto hiccuped. His mouth slightly agape, and a tinge bit of drool slithered down the inner part of his mouth. "I'm Kiba...Inuzuka Kiba." The blonde nodded. Assuring Kiba that he understood what was indeed happening.
"I'm...Uzumaki Naru-" His azure eyes widened in incredulity, and before both men could fathom what happened next. Naruto regurgitated his entire stomach's contents all over Kiba's new business suit. Kiba released obscenities under his breath, watching Naru convulse in the sit next to him. "I'm...I'm so sorry." He coyly apologized, as a faint blush appeared upon his cheeks.
Dammit! Neji is gonna kill me!
~Thanks for taking the time out of your day to read my story! I apologize for the shortness of this chapter, I kinda had a little bit of writer's block half way through -_-But I hope the next chapter will be longer than this one. Sorry if this chapter seemed rushed or anything. Follow! Favor! Review! Do whatever you see fit to! Peace!~