Hi! I'm back! :D
DISclaimer: I have a plan. I will prop up a cardboard box with a stick and lure Masashi Kishimoto into the box with a cookie. Then I will trap him in the box and steal Naruto from him! Muahahaha!
This chapter contains lemon. As in sexy goodness. Long sexy goodness. So there... (Its pretty crappy since it's my first real attempt, so if you don't like it, skip it.)
"Sakura, why did you do it?" Sasuke asked bursting into the unmarked office.
"Please take a seat, sir." Sakura said, not looking up from her paperwork.
He ignored the seat offered to him and began pacing around the room of the lady responsible for Kabuto's uninvited appearance in his apartment. The pink haired girl finished signing the the last sheet and leaned back in her chair. Her green eyes met Sasuke's livid black ones and she shrugged.
"Sasuke, I have no idea what you are talking about. I'm afraid that you're going to have to use words, and express how you're feeling. I know it's hard for you, but you're a big boy now." Sasuke ignored her sarcasm.
"I just want to know why you feel the need to give my apartment key to anyone that asks for it! Last year, I had to get my lock changed every week because you kept giving my key to fangirls." He shuddered as he recalled the horror of walking into his apartment to find the place crawling with naked women. Sakura blinked and narrowed her eyes.
"Sasuke, I've apologized for my immature stalking habits hundreds of times! But I still don't understand why you're hear yelling at me right now. The last time I gave your key to a stranger was in October. And you already forgave me for that one."
"So you didn't give my room key to a stranger?" Sasuke narrowed his eyes at the landlady. Sakura raised her hands in indignation, her green eyes wide and innocent.
"I swear that I have not given your key to anyone suspicious in the last four months. We've been friends for, how long? Since the Valentines Day incident, right? You can trust me now, you know. The only people that have your key are you and your boyfriend."
The look of rage slipped off Sasuke's face, and sensing the danger had passed, Sakura contintued.
"I didn't think you'd be the kind of person to go for white haired men. I always thought you would look good with a blond or a redhead. In my opinion, your current boyfriend is one of the most unattractive men I've ever seen." She sighed and turned back to her paperwork. Sasuke bristled and slammed his hands down on her desk. Sakura blinked up at him, confused.
"My boyfriend is blond, Sakura. Who did you give my key to, again?"
"He said his name was Kabuto..." Sasuke swore colorfully, turned, and strode out the door. However, the door wasn't open.
"Fuck!"
Sasuke glared as Sakura giggled. Goddamnit, it wasn't funny! He'd thought he'd finally escaped from that past.
Flashback
Young Sasuke struggled as his father bound him to the piano bench. After all- this was the only way to get five year old Sasuke to even touch the piano. Sasuke cried out as his father smacked him over the head with a large volume of Mozart(1)sheet music. His father wasn't being cruel- playing the piano was going to be Sasuke's future. It was every Uchiha's future.Sasuke was going to be one of the elite- he wasn't going to have to ask to become famous because fame was going to come looking for him.
"Play." His father said, opening the book to the red bookmark. Sasuke hung his head in shame. At this age, Itachi had already finished the pieces in this book, and Sasuke was barely half way through. Wearily, he placed his small fingers on the keys and began to play. After the first few notes, he heard his father's grunt of displeasure, and started the piece over again, wondering what he'd done wrong that time. Finally, after stopping Sasuke several more times, his father untied Sasuke from the bench. At first, Sasuke thought he could finally be done practicing for the day. However, his father called Itachi to the room, and had him demonstrate the proper way to play the piece. Sasuke was puzzled. How was that any different than what he'd been doing before...?
~*~
The family was sitting at the dinner table, but Sasuke was sitting at the piano. A bitter taste filled his mouth, and his eyes blurred so that the music in front of him was barely legible. His brother had just gotten recruited by the Akatsuki to preform with them on a world tour. He would be the youngest pianist to go on tour in the century. Instead of just being happy for his eldest son, Sasuke's father had also been disappointed in Sasuke. He didn't say it out loud, but Sasuke could tell. He would have to work harder than ever to catch up, or his father would never see him as a real person. He kept playing, hardly noticing the blisters that formed on his fingertips. He didn't even stop when the keys were stained red, and his fingers began to slip on the drops of blood.
End Flashback
"Sasuke? Hello?" Sasuke jerked out of the past to see Sakura's hand waving before his eyes.
"What?" He snapped. Sakura furrowed her brow.
"You look really upset. What happened between you and your hideous date?" She asked. Sasuke sighed and rubbed his forehead. He was probably going to have a bruise. He looked at the worried girl kneeling before him. He did feel that he could trust her, so he decided to tell her everything...
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"So, you think that Kabuto might hurt you or Naruto if you don't agree to play for his company." Sakura said, "But he didn't actually say it, so you can't press charges." Sasuke nodded.
"Yeah, but I wouldn't press charges anyway, because my father would immediately crush my case and make me play for the company. My father is all about going BIG. And even if Kabuto isn't going to make my life miserable if I don't play for him- if my father finds out that someone made an offer to go big with me, then he will make my life miserable instead."
"I hope you remember that you are twenty one years old." Sakura said. Sasuke glared. "Fine. What are you going to do about it?"
"For now, I'm just going to change my lock on my apartment door." Sasuke said, "And you are going to pay for it. And you are going to give me the money right now because you haven't payed for the last fifteen locks I've had to replace. You know, I should be charging interest for all your information slips." Sakura pursed her lips.
"How about I just put that charge toward your rent?" She asked. Sasuke glared again. "ARGH!" Sakura yanked open her dest drawer and scribbled a hasty check, thrusting it into Sasuke's hand.
"Thank you very kindly." Sasuke said, smiling poisonously as he backed out of her office. This time he remembered to open the door.
~*~
Three days since the incident, and no word from Kabuto. In fact, Sasuke didn't even see him at work. Sasuke grinned to himself and turned his attention to the music god standing behind him. Naruto's arms were wrapped around Sasuke's torso; he was helping Sasuke tune his violin. Sasuke had not learned one thing about playing the violin; whenever Naruto started to try and teach him, it would lead to other things, and by the end of the day, the violins were left forgotten on the top of the upright piano(2).
"Naruto!" Sasuke gasped as he felt something wet and warm stroke his neck. "You promised I'd actually learn to play today!"
"Meh. Sasuke, let's go on a date." Naruto pulled Sasuke around so he was facing him. Sasuke looked up into the pleading blue eyes in shock.
"A date?" Naruto nodded enthusiastically.
"Yeah! I figure, if we're going to be boyfriends we should do actual boyfriend things other than making out. And getting interrupted by Kiba." The two men hadn't gotten much farther than making out and feeling up since Kiba would show up in an unsurprisingly Kiba-like way with surprisingly sexual Hinata.
"We wouldn't get interrupted if you came to my apartment sometime." Sasuke replied, "But that isn't the point!" Naruto turned his eyes down on him, and Sasuke shied away from the strange determined glint in Naruto's eyes. It made him feel extremely uneasy.
"Sasuke, the reason we play in MY apartment is because Kabuto doesn't know where it is, so he can't interrupt us with Kiba. And the POINT is that today we are not going to be playing the violin. Today, we are going on a date. Like regular people. Or else."
Worded like that, Sasuke really didn't have a choice. That and Naruto was taller and had his arms wrapped around Sasuke in a rather inappropriate manner.
"I'll go if you get your hands off my ass." He replied. Naruto grinned and pulled away.
"I'm just going to change my shirt." Naruto said, "Wait here."
Though Naruto and Sasuke were gay, they were not overtly so. For instance, neither of them would be considered the constant "girl" of the relationship. That, said Naruto, was the point of being gay--- No Girls Allowed. And, neither of them were particularly interested in what they were wearing. Sure, Sasuke didn't go out of his way to look like he just been run over by a truck, leaving his clothes in tatters, but he didn't dress fancy either. However, sometimes Naruto would tease Sasuke about his ridiculous hairdo.
So Naruto's shirt changing had little to do with being gay, and more to do with the stain that blossomed over his chest when he was trying to open a jar of jam.
And the fact that he was getting something out of his closet.
"Here!" He cried appearing with a new shirt and brandishing a small box in his hand. He shoved the box into Sasuke's hand. "This is a key to my apartment, just in case Mr. Creeper comes back and you need to get in. Also, I think that you deserve to be able walk in without knocking, especially if Kiba does." Naruto might not have realized the sentiment of his gift, but Sasuke did. He silently slid the key into his pocket with a small grunt of thanks.
The two musicians caught a cab, and Sasuke fought desperately to ward off Naruto's advances on the way to the movie theater. When they arrived, Sasuke was tousled and aroused, and Naruto was wearing Sasuke's smirk proudly.
"Ass." Sasuke grumbled, thinking hard about his naked fan girls to kill his erection.
"Yes please." Naruto replied immediately. Sasuke groaned and brushed past Naruto to receive his soda from the person behind the counter.
Sasuke didn't pay any particular attention to the title of the movie Naruto tugged him into; he was to busy trying to make the blood circulate around the rest of his body, excluding his penis. So when the first scene of the movie began to flash over the screen, he jumped and clutched Naruto's arm.
Concentrating on his arousal had kept him from remembering all the things he hated about movie theaters. Now, the noises coming from the speakers and the ghastly, bloody monsters that crawled across the screen reminded him.
"What the fuck?!" He hissed. A scary movie? Hell nnnooo. Sasuke struggled to stand up, but Naruto held him down.
"Are you afraid Sasuke? Just hold on to Naru-chan, and he'll make it all better..." Sasuke leaned over and bit the juncture of Naruto's shoulder. Naruto retaliated by diving at Sasuke, sending them both crashing down into the floor. Thankfully they were sitting in the back row, and the theater was almost empty. Of course- it was a movie theater, so the sound from the speakers would have been loud enough to mask the noise anyway.
They landed, Naruto sprawled in between Sasuke's legs, his right leg was slung over Sasuke's right one, his shoe wedged in the space between the ground and the row of seats in front of them pinning Sasuke's leg to the ground. His chest leaned heavily on Sasuke's, squishing Sasuke against the wall. He pulled back slightly, his left knee sliding up to settle lightly against Sasuke's groin and his hands coming forward to press Sasuke even harder to the ground.
Sasuke opened his mouth to protest, but Naruto's lips crashed down on his. Naruto's lips weren't particuarly soft, and he kissed so hard Sasuke thought he would suck his lips off, but it was the music god, so who was Sasuke to complain? He responded to Naruto's kiss, and struggled to get out from under Naruto. The space between the seats was too small, and Sasuke was unable to wriggle free. His arms had gone behind him to try and break his fall, and now were trapped between Sasuke's back and the wall, leaving Sasuke virtuously helpless against Naruto's wandering fingers.
"No, Naruto, I am NOT doing it in a movie theater!" Sasuke gasped. Memories flooded back;
Kiba tying Sasuke to the railing in front of the row of seats- his mouth wrapped around Sasuke's cock -one hand held his hips still and the other fucked him with a vibrator- the other ushers laughing and taking pictures while the manager called the police- Kiba's fleeing form as he ran from the theater, Sasuke still tied up...
Sasuke screamed, his scream blending with the screams of the idiotic victim on the screen. Naruto pulled back.
"Stop, stop." Sasuke panted, "Naruto, please, no."
"Sasuke, I am not Kiba." Naruto whispered, "I won't let you get hurt. Kiba told me about the Incident in the theater, and told me that I had to get you comfortable enough to go on real dates again. I've talked to Kiba and Sakura- the landlady. You haven't gone near a theater since you were arrested, have you Sasuke?" Sasuke shifted in shame, a tear slipping down his cheek. Naruto lightly kissed the tear away.
"Naruto," Sasuke croaked. Naruto pulled Sasuke into him, lifting Sasuke off the ground, enough to let him free one of his arms from behind his back. Sasuke sighed and tangled Naruto's pale hair in his fingers. "Help me get over that event."
"Tell me when you want me to stop." Naruto said, painfully slowly pushing Sasuke's shirt up around his collar bones. Sasuke squeezed his eyes shut as he felt soft puffs of air brush over his hardened nipples, and growled as Naruto pulled away.
"I didn't say stop." Sasuke grumbled. He felt rather than heard Naruto laugh, and then felt Naruto's mouth close over one sensitive peak. His back arched, and maybe if he'd had a particle of sense, he'd have pulled his arms out from under him. He didn't have any sense left- all of it had been taken over by Naruto's talented tongue, so his arms were left under him when he settled back down. Pleasure wracked his body, and monosyllabic words escaped his lips- along with longer words that made it sound like Sasuke'd swallowed a dictionary and was now regurgitating words at random.
Getting your nipples sucked, Sasukefound, was not a neat or organized, or even clean event. Left without any motor control, Sasuke tended to writhe around under Naruto's touch, and silvery strands of saliva dripped down the sides of Sasuke's chest. Naruto realized this about the same time Sasuke did, and pulled his vaccum mouth away from Sasuke's dusky nipples to run a violinist finger down the side of Sasuke's ribs, following the trail of saliva. And this was when Sasuke realized that he was ticklish.
"HAh!" Sasuke resumed his forgotten struggle to escape from under Naruto. Naruto grinned wickedly, a smile that should have been reserved for Sasuke, currently trying to escape the potential torment from the long tan fingers. Perhaps, had Sasuke not struggled so violently, Naruto would have let Sasuke go easy. As it were, Naruto decided learn to play the piano by using Sasuke's ribs as a keyboard.
"Stoooop, holyshitNaruoifyoudon'tgetoffmeiswear..."
"Sh!" Naruto mock whispered, "We are in a scary movie! Not a comedy! Stop laughing!" Sasuke bit his lips to keep in the sound while trying to glare, though the result wasn't overall impressive. He reached up with his free hand and slid his hand between their two bodies, searching for the waist of Naruto's pants. Once he located the rim of fabric, he slipped his long, pianist fingers down, the tips of his fingers brushing against warm skin. Naruto abandoned his quest to learn to play Sasuke's ribs, and leaned into Sasuke, sucking hard on Sasuke's jugular to keep himself from screaming.
Sasuke smirked when he felt Naruto's hard member twitch under his fingertips. He knew his fingers were cold from the ice-filled soda, and was pleased to feel Naruto shudder above him. He was in a bit of a sadistic mood; even though Naruto was pleasuring him, he had begun to do it without real permission, and Sasuke though Naruto deserved at least some discomfort. He wrapped his fingers around Naruto, his thumb moving to play with the slit at the head of Naruto's cock.
Naruto wasn't about to let Sasuke have all the fun. "Sasuke, if you don't stop, I'm going to cum, and I'm not going to cum until I'm in your ass, so stop!" He growled, grabbing Sasuke's wrist to try and pull Sasuke's hand away from his erection. Sasuke squeezed slightly, and Naruto wailed, digging his fingernails hard into Sasuke's wrist.
So hard that Sasuke yanked his hand back to examine the crescent shaped dents on the inside of his arm. His examination was interrupted when Naruto grabbed the waist of Sasuke's pants, and instead of sliding his hands into them, he yanked them down as far as he could, letting Sasuke's erection bounce to freedom.
"Shit!" Sasuke shrieked as the cloth scrapped against the top of his dick. Naruto smirked back and slowly lowered his head down so that it was level with Sasuke's straining arousal. In doing so, he released Sasuke's torso enough to let Sasuke pull his other arm out from behind his back. He tangled both hands in Naruto's hair, and tugged harshly when Naruto experimentally dragged his tongue along the vein on the underside of Sasuke's cock. Apparently, Naruto didn't appreciate the gesture, for he suddenly opened his mouth all the way and swallowed Sasuke's dick.
Holy Mother Father.
Sasuke screamed, his scream timed perfectly with the scream of the main character. Narutocontinued to suck mercilessly, his cheeks hallowed out, his eyes never leaving Sasuke's. He then reached out three fingers and offered them to Sasuke. Sasuke glared.
"No." He pursed his lips together. Naruto laughed, slightly out of breath. The vibrations sent small waves of pleasure coursing through Sasuke's body. When Naruto removed his mouth from Sasuke's dick, Sasuke gasped at the cool theater air brushing against his wet erection.
"Fine." And Naruto thrust the fingers into his mouth. Sasuke watched in fascination, and then trepidation. If Naruto was sucking his own fingers, it meant that those fingers could either be going into Naruto, or into Sasuke. And Sasuke had a pretty good idea about who Naruto was going to be preparing.
"I am not bottoming, Naruto." Sasuke growled.
"Yeth oo are!" Naruto snapped around his fingers. He pulled them out with a pop and unceremoniously stuck one finger into Sasuke. Sasuke yelped and yanked hard on Naruto's hair.
"You little snake." Sasuke growled, closing his eyes as Naruto wiggled his finger around. Naruto used this moment to slid a condom over Sasuke's erection. Sasuke didn't notice, he was too busy concentrating on the finger rubbing his insides.
"My snake is a perfect size, as you will feel in a moment." Naruto replied, sliding another finger into Sasuke's hole along with the first. The two digits were not too uncomfortable, but Sasuke knew it was going to hurt when Naruto finally entered him, no matter how much prepping. The fingers inside him found Sasuke's prostate, and Sasuke bit his lip.
"Just hurry up! The movie will end, and then we'll be caught." Sasuke moaned. Naruto gave the soft gland one more rub and then pulled them out. Sasuke helped Naruto unbutton his jeans and grimaced at the sight of Naruto's erection. Naruto pulled another condom out of his pocket, and pulled the dark latex over the organ. Usually, dark colors make things look smaller...not in this case.
Holy Mother Father, that was soooo not going to fit.
But before Sasuke could resist, before he could say this was all a mistake, lets call it off, Naruto had thrust into him. Sasuke threw his head back, letting it hit the wall with a smack.
"Can... can i mmmove?" Naruto stuttered. Sasuke nodded, and that was all it took for Naruto to start pounding into the pale man beneath him. The had both been aroused for so long that it didn't take long before their row of seats was permeated by the scent of sex. It wasn't as bad as it could have been since they'd both been wearing condoms, Sasuke noticed hazily. Thank god Naruto had thought of putting one on Sasuke, too. Much less messy.
And they'd finished just in time. The movie ended, just as Naruto straightened and zipped himself back up. He left the soiled condoms on the floor- serve the manager right for arresting Sasuke last time, and helped dazed Sasuke up off the floor. The two men left the theater in silence.
~*~
In the cab on the way home, Sasuke leaned against Naruto, resting his head against his lover's (3) shoulder. He sighed with contentment. They hadn't gotten caught, and they hadn't gotten cum on their clothing. Perhaps the movie theater wasn't such a bad place after all. Not that Sasuke was planning on making sex in the movie theater a habit, but still. It had been nice.
He did note the conversation one couple had been having as they exited the theater. The conversation went something like this:
"I thought that they were happy at the end."
"Obviously not, there was a scream right before the credits."
"Do you think they're going to make a sequel?"
"I don't know, but I do know one thing- the new speaker system is amazing! The whole movie, it sounded like some of the screams were coming from right behind us!"
Oops. Well, perhaps they'd been a bit louder than they'd thought.
Once they'd reached the apartment complex, Naruto decided to convince Sasuke to move in with him;
"I gave you the key to my apartment!"
But Sasuke refused. Kiba was still staying there, and even though they were "friends" again, Sasuke was still reluctant to spend time with his ex. Naruto finally gave up, but insisted on walking Sasuke to his apartment.
"Good night. Can I'll see you tomorrow?" Naruto asked kissing Sasuke softly.
"No." Sasuke replied, stepping into his apartment, and beginnng to close the door.
"WHAT! BASTARD!" Naruto screeched. Sasuke laughed. Naruto pouted, and Sasuke shut the door softly behind him.
And screamed. For there, standing in the middle of his hall was a shadowy figure.
"Sasuke, its just me."
"Just WHO?" Sasuke gasped, leaning against the door, his hand against his heart. The light flickered on, revealing the long haired man from the bar. Sasuke blinked in surprise. "How...What...What are you doing here?"
"I came to warn you about Kabuto." Neji replied. "Can we sit down? I've been waiting for you forever." Sasuke nodded, recovering for the initial shock of seeing an unidentified person standing in his hallway, and led Neji to his living room. Neji walked past Sasuke, and seated himself at Sasuke's piano.
"What do I need to know about him?" Sasuke asked. Neji looked up from where he'd been examining the glossy lid of the piano.
"He will not give up easily. His employer, Orochimaru, holds him tight in his grasp, and Kabuto will literally do anything Orochimaru asks of him. You may think that the musical world is only about music, but it isn't. Orochimaru and the Akatsuki Corp. are the biggest competitors in the whole business. At the moment, only Orochimaru is after you, and I suspect its because the Akatsuki is content to hold on to your brother for the time being. This will change. Soon."
"So?" Sasuke asked, "I can just keep on ignoring them, and then another musical genius will pop up, one that is interested in becoming famous, and they'll forget about me."
"No. They won't. Orochimaru has been focused on you ever since you played in the national competitions when you were eight, and your little Uchiha self showed up on national television. Orochimaru is interested in your talent because you are like a collector's item. He wants you for the same reason most guys want girls- to make notches in his belt. His whole business has been built around getting you to play for him."
"So they're like the gangs of the music world?" Sasuke asked. Neji sighed.
"No."
"What am I supposed to do then?" Sasuke said, exasperated. He should make a list of things to do once Neji'd left:
A. Kill Sakura for giving out his key- again.
B. Elope with Naruto to escape the piano tour companies
C. Play the violin
"Just be careful about how you deal with them. The government supports almost everything that those companies do. They used to be smaller, and artists would pay them to go on tour. But then the Akatsuki began making loads of money because of a mysterious sponsor. All the other companies wanted to make large profit and the whole thing snowballed into a huge industry of musical competitors. And now you are their prize."
"Who was the mysterious sponsor?" Sasuke could help but ask. Neji turned his incredibly grey eyes upon him, and in that moment, Sasuke knew. "Oh."
"Now do you understand why it's you Orochimaru wants? He has a personal vendetta against the Akatsuki, and winning the last and most talented Uchiha son would be like winning against the Akatsuki. Once you signed with him it would be Game Over. And he will give everything he has into getting you. Which means he might start targeting your important people. He's a vindictive bastard, that snake of a man."
Sasuke sat, stunned. Neji simply sat and watched him.
"So the question, Sasuke, is; What will you do about it?"
Sasuke didn't respond, and continued to stare out into space. A soft breeze caught his attention, and he realized he was sitting in his apartment- alone.
He practically killed himself trying to get to the phone. Why was that shoe there?! He lunged over the couch, snapped up the corded phone(4) and quickly dialed the number, fumbling to press the right buttons. He pressed the phone tightly against his ear. Why wouldn't he pick up?
"Hello? Sasuke?" Sasuke almost cried when he heard Naruto's familiar voice.
"Naruto, are you okay?"
"Uh, well, actually, I was just about to call you. Some guy called my phone, and left a message telling me that I shouldn't see you again, or I'd get hurt. What was that about?"
Sasuke wrapped his fingers around the cord of the phone until his knuckles turned white. Bile forced its way into his throat, and he choked for a moment before answering.
"I think it would be a good idea if we didn't see each other for a while." He rasped, closing his eyes tightly.
"What? Sasuke, what happened? Can I help?" Naruto's worried tone made Sasuke smile slightly. Good ol' dobe.
"Goodbye, Music God." He hung up before Naruto could answer. Then he got up to retrieve his coat and keys from the hall where he'd dropped them when he saw Neji. He hurried toward the hall, and tripped over the blasted shoe again.
Fuck that stupid shoe.
Sasuke knew he had to get help. And the only person he could think of was Sakura. Sure she could sometimes be a bitch, but she had connections to helpful people, and also, Sasuke wanted to yell at her for giving his new key to random people.
He pulled his cell phone out of his coat pocket, briefly wondering why he didn't call Naruto on the mobile phone- then he might not have tripped over that shoe.
"Sakura?" He said into the phone as he hurried out the door, "I need to talk to you." Fortunately- or perhaps unfortunately- Sasuke didn't see Naruto on his way out of the building.
"It's late Sasuke." Sakura replied, "But I bet you're almost here already, aren't you?"
"Yes." Sasuke said. "You're still at the office?"
"I was just about to leave, but since it's you, I'll wait."
Sasuke opened the door to Sakura's office to see Sakura on her computer.
"Hey." She said, looking up from her computer. "And, no I did not give your key to anyone."
"You didn't?" Sasuke asked, taken aback. If she didn't, then who...?
"My friend Tenten just stopped by to tell me that her boyfriend broke into your apartment to give you a message, and so I should postpone leaving until you showed up. I asked her why he was breaking in, and she said that she wasn't sure, but she thought it was about the music companies that are after you. Why didn't you tell me it was so bad?" Sakura asked, "I know about your past, and..."
"Yeah, well sorry." Sasuke sat down in a chair in front of her desk and rubbed his temple. He was getting a headache from the bipolar attitude of his life. One minute everything was great, and then fortune decided to get all moody. "I think that this situation could be more complicated than I'd first thought."
"Why?" Sakura asked, leaning forward in her chair.
"Because of who's directing this whole mess." Sasuke said looking straight at Sakura.
"And that would be...?"
"Uchiha Madara."
(1) Mozart also played the violin! (right?)
(2) again!
(3) I. Hate. That. Term. But, I must get over my hate, so, there that word is. contaminating my story.
(4) Sasuke has a land line!
I hope you enjoyed this chapter... Yeah, first real sort of lemon thing... and first flashback. So anyway, share the love- review please! It helps me know that it's worth it to complete my stories. yes, I am a review whore.
~Usagi, Usagi, Usagi-san~