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Chapter 2: Not My Father!

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A soft humming... it calms me... I find it soothing. The voice is familiar. But I could not be bothered to look up. The soft and gentle hands that runs through my hair is very relaxing.

I felt a warmth that seems to make me feel secure, protected, wanted. There is shifting and I could feel a sweet and familiar aroma around me.

The caress on my hair seems to grow slower and the humming ceased. Curious, I let an eye crack open, regretting it at once as the intense light nearly blinded me. Yet I managed to look up and found my father. It was him! He was the one humming and he was the one stroking my hair.

Yet, he doesn't seem to notice that I am already awake. He had this distant look on his eyes and his loss of awareness gave me a chance to quietly study his features.

He is not that bad at all. In fact, he is the kind of guy that everyone would like to be with. Although his looks is not above average, he is certainly not ugly.

He has this strikingly blue eyes- eyes that are so filled with so much depth and experience that it feels like there's a live storm in them, a truly masterpiece of the gods. This eyes with gaze so piercing is his window to his soul. He never seems to lie through them and you could easily read him through them.

His tanned skin is not an exception either. It is rough and too dark from being under the soon too long. His stubborn pimples and stretch marks that won't seem to leave him dotted his skin. Yet they seem to be a part of him and held some significance of their own.

Then there's his whisker marks. Out of our 11 years of companionship, I never did seem to grasp the mystery behind them. Whenever I ask him, he'll just laugh it off and say that it's a gift and mutter random things to change the topic.

My attention shifted to the room, and my eyes landed on the bowl of ramen on my study table. Seeing the bathroom door behind it made my mind click and all the events of last day seems to come crashing back to me- how I masturbated, how I imagined him and how I shot my--- Wait, and I passed out naked! Then if I was here on the bed and he was the one who found me, then he must have... No!!! No!

My mind became highly alert and my heartbeat speeds up. In my confusion, I shook my hand and slapped his hand away.

That seems to be his call back to earth as strong hands steadily kept me in place and two blue eyes stared at me.

"Sasuke! You're awake. Are you alright, son?" He asked me. But maybe because I was too stubborn to accept him, or maybe because how odd the word son seemed to roll off his tongue, or maybe because I just plainly hate him, I pushed him away and glared at him.

"What are you doing in my room, you moronic fool? I specifically told you never to enter my room without my permission!"

He stared at me in disbelief but tried to reason out.

"B-but Sas--" I stopped him by interrupting his annoying voice.

"Save it! Now get out! Leave!" I screamed at him, my eyes seeing red.

He hold my shoulders and stared at me in the eyes.

"Listen Sasuke! I know that you've had a stressful day and I know that you hate me, but still! I wish for you to respect me. I'm your father!"

"Father?" I sneered at him. "Do you..." I let out a bitter laugh. "....honestly think that you're MY FATHER!"

Now it is my turn to get angry. I slapped his hand away.

"You're no father of mine!" I glared at him and to my surprise, he turned his back at me and made his way to my study table.

"Ne, Sasuke! You might be getting hungry. How about eating your breakfast. Your Ramen's getting cold!"

He gave it a quick stir before making out for the door. I stared in disbelief at him. Seriously? Were we just fighting ago? What happened?

Somehow, I felt my anger ebb away as he turned his head and grinned at me.

I merely gave him a confused look. This seemed to amused him more as his grinned widened. His pink lips parted and he let out a short laugh.

"Sasuke, I know you're a growing boy and all but..." He paused dramatically. "Next time..." He reached out for his pocket. "When you try to masturbate, how about toning it down a little." He throw a small book on my way.

As I read its title, "Sensual Diary Series 5 by Uzumaki Naruto", my eyes widened and prepare myself to launch the book at him.

He seems to have noticed it so he made a quick goodbye and an "enjoy yourself" before making a hasty exit, the door barely closed in time to save him from the hit.

I stared at it in confusion, and I thought I heard a sigh somewhere but I just picked up the book, went on to do my morning routines and prepared myself for school.

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A small figure leaned on his son's door and dropped to the floor. A sigh escaped his lips, his grin immediately vanished. He has heard everything that his son has told him in their conversation. But he chose to ignore them. But despite for that, they continue to ring through his mind, haunting him like restless spirits.

"Do you honestly think that you're my father?" Did he just said that to me? I mean, I haven't told him yet. Does that mean he knows already? No, he couldn't have. Maybe he just had trouble accepting me? But that couldn't be. He never acted like that when he was young.

Somehow, something must have changed him. And I'm determined to find out what it is.

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Naruto stopped his contemplation and looked for his laptop. Once he found it underneath his mattress, he booted it up and started typing up his latest book.

However, the earlier confrontation erected a massive writer's wall on his brain and a huge imaginary brick wall blocked whatever ideas from his brain. So instead, he found a post note from his drawer and wrote a message on it.

He then posted it to the main door, knowing that Sasuke would easily see it on his way it. Then he decided to carry out his plan – taking a walk and eating ramen.

In no time at all, he managed to reach Ichiraku, the one true haven to him. He ordered up two bowls of miso ramen and dig in. But not before his phone started ringing.

He answered it and an unfamiliar yet commanding voice passed through.

"Uzumaki Naruto? Our company wants to arrange your Weeping Paradise into an anime script. Meet up with a guy in the park this afternoon. You'll know him."

The line went dead. But somehow, a huge grin nearly split Naruto's face in half.

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Sasuke was now clad in his school uniform. His simple black gakuran made him look elegant to say the least. But the look of worry has not left his face.

He went out of his room, all prepared for school. Yet his father is nowhere to be found. Feh! As if he'd care about the idiot.

The dark-haired freshman looked around carrying his books, and with a sigh of relief, he found the note: "Out to take a walk. I'll bring you ramen when I return. Or you could just ask Ayame-chan to deliver for you if you're really hungry. [a cartoon drawing of Naruto grinning signified that it's a note from his father]

With that, he made his way out of the house, to greet his high school life.

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End Chapter

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Quick note: Gakuran is an outfit noted as the universal school uniform for male Japanese students. Type Japanese school uniform in wikipedia for an image of it. And imagine Sasuke in it! XD