Author notes: And here we go, the next chap. Lol... Of course, there's already a lot of people who're asking when the hell will the two knuckle heads will meet. Eztli is hoping that I won't lazy around until 10 chapters. Well, I won't do such sadist long extent, of course not…How about 9 chapters? (evil grin) (readers grabs any lethal objects near the PC and gives a dead glare) Just kidding again. Well, to tell the truth, I also don't know when I'll decide when they will meet. Like the other fic, I'm kinda letting the characters live around and making their own story. I'm just a medium.
Disclaimer: Kishimoto no baka!
Warning: I don't want to admit that it's plotless, though I'll admit that there's more senseless lemons than the usual…XD oh yeah. Yaoi lemons, people.
The return of gigantic chapters are back again…:P
Forth Memories
"Sa...suke" His incredulous blue orbs glued to the sight in front of him, his mouth wide open from that strange familiar vision.
"Wha…are you saying that the Sasuke in your dreams is the Uchiha Sasuke in this AD?!" A feminine voice shook his momentary hypnosis, calming down the ragged soul. "That's…surreal!...Are you sure about that?" She couldn't help but to gape with him.
"Yeah…it is. I'm pretty sure." His heart, rather his common sense, touched the conclusion.
"Hm…no wonder I had such a massive crush on him when I was twelve."
Naruto blinked at the confession. "You know him?" Sakura just chuckled in response.
"Oh no…he was famous, he had the same age as mine…he was the prince of every girl's dreams, y'know? And you said that in your dreams I used to like him a lot…I guess that explain a lot of things."
"Like…?"
"Shameful memories from that time. Can you imagine that I even had a huge fight against one of my best friends just because of him? It was pretty pathetic."
The blonde shook his head amused. "Do tell."
Her emerald eyes warmed up in her statement. "Thankfully, it was just a crush. Now, I'm married happily with my dearest husband, Rock Lee."
"Sakura-chan, you're dating Lee?!" He didn't bother to hide the disappointment to his friend. She sighed, already prepared to face his wrath.
"Yes, Naruto. It's been three months since I'm dating him." She couldn't maintain the eye contact, choosing gaze at the ground.
"How could you!" She felt hands roughly constricting her shoulders and tried not to wince at the hurt. "I thought that you liked Sasuke! I thought that you LOVED Sasuke! Why the fuck would you date someone ELSE?!"
"Those were other times, Naruto!! Open your eyes! Sasuke is not here anymore. In fact, he's not here for four years long!!" Her tears were forming up around the seams of her soul, contaminating her sensible side.
"And just because he's not here with us, is a good reason, enough for you to change your mind?!" She flinched at the accusation on his words, her vision blurring and dampening her face.
"Yes. It is. Naruto…I moved on." She tried to cup his cheeks with her soft hand, but her friend slapped away. It felt thousands worse then a physical injury, though, she pressed on.
But that's not enough good reason to do something traitorous like that, right? What about their chasing after Sasuke? What about their feelings towards Sasuke?
"Naruto…listen to me…everybody moves on."
He blocked the obvious statement, the easiest choice. Not him…he won't give up on Sasuke.
"Naruto…you also need to move on." She tried to reason him, she tried to back out the previous promise that the blonde vowed, in their childhood years. "In fact, Sasuke-ku—" She swallowed dryly. "I mean, Uchiha Sasuke, is no longer a missing nin." She added with a whisper, too scared from her own words.
NO! He didn't want to hear, he's not going to listen to those lies. Sakura shook his arms with force, staring with desperation.
"Naruto! Naruto, Naruto…you know it! Uchiha Sasuke…he's…he's…"
He stuffed his fingers to his ears and squinted hard his eyes. Don't want to hear, don't want to know…
Naruto…
Naruto…!
"NARUTO!" Worried green eyes suddenly showed in front of him while his vision started to focus again.
"Huh? Wha…? What happened?" For some minutes, he thought that he entered in a capricious mirage, a nightmare without end.
"You…you suddenly quieted down, your eyes got unfocused and then it started to spasm out! I thought that you had a convulsion, or something like that!" Sakura checked his pulse as well as measured his temperature at his forehead.
"I'm fine Sakura-chan. Suddenly, I had that dream again." It was the first time that he had that moment without sleeping, it was so strange.
"Oh...that's why it looked like you're in REM state, even with your eyes opened." She cupped her chin, fascinated from the occurrence. "Wow…say, you wouldn't mind to step a little inside our hospital right? Your case would be so interesting to research…"
"And give you the opportunity to make me your favorite laboratory rat? I pass, thank you. I value my life." He chuckled with wittiness as he received a painful elbow jab from the pinkette.
She observed his back, as he hurriedly disappeared from the horizon. The walls of her self-control imploded as she confessed:
"That's why…My love for you could never develop, Naruto."
Uchiha Sasuke. 26 years old (bah, he's 1 year older than me, AGAIN). Currently single. AB blood type. Heir of the Uchiha Industries. Born in Tokyo, his current residence (oh, that makes the things much more easier), current VP of his parent's company. It is said that the Uchiha Industries currently values 100 billion of dollars, the richest corporation of Japan and one of the richest of the world. Accomplishments: (he quickly scrolled down because he didn't want to read boring information).
He stopped at the thousands of photos provided on his screen. Each of them featuring the man inside of his dreams. It just took few seconds on the Internet and he already knew the overall information of the dark-haired man. Ah, technology…so efficient.
He still has fangirl clubs dedicated to him even in this era, the bastard. Oh god…what a cheesy design. The portal to the website had greek totems on the side while there's a badly cleaned photo of his face undulating above some golden plate. Even though it has such hideous style, there's….holy shit! 1.003.856 subscribers! He shook again his blonde locks. Once a bastard…always a bastard.
Naruto sat baffled in front of his laptop, taking his time to digest the information. That person…who always haunted his nights suddenly…took form. He could touch him. He could hear him. He could hug him. He could kiss him. He could…okay, his perverted brain is going further to a pointless detour.
At some part of his mind, he knew that he was missing a vital information, when he had that strange daydream with Sakura. Something horrible…that couldn't be breached…
Nervously, he messed his spiky hair in frustration. What was the point? Even if this man had the exact appearance and name, there's no guarantee that he shared the same wacko imagination. He'd probably call the nearest loony bin if the blonde would ever try to mention about that crazy ninja stuff. Ninja…Ya! Hah! Shuriken! Huh…what was the name of his favorite move? Ranse…gara! Rasan…dori! Ah, nevermind.
If he ever succeed to talk to that famous guy. Well, probably the cocky Uchiha would call the securities first before he ever tries to say an "A" to him.
He was happy of the fact that the Uchiha was a known face, making him recognize the supposed wild hallucination. Though, his prominent image might give him some problems to reach any kind of valuable contact…
Naruto grabbed a pencil and balanced up at his upper lip, a habit that he has whenever he'd fall in contemplation. He'll think about all of the possibilities to establish some kind of conversation, after he decides if he really wants to meet up with that guy.
The answer probably will be yes, anyways.
There are rare moments that could be considered as perfect, beautiful things like an unblemished sunshine after a torrential rain, an affectionate parent hug or simply walking in a desert street. Sasuke knew, from his experiences, that his karma is far too soiled to hope any kinds of these perfect minutes, so he always wanted to cherish them whenever it showed, at the bottom of his heart.
His current lethargic position, sprawled in an unknown motel, waiting for the first sunlight to initiate another morning could be called a daily occurrence. Though, the way that those same rays illuminated strand by strand, that exquisite golden locks as he observed the arrival of a new dawn, the way that intoxicating body molded and fit perfectly on his own, the way his soft tanned skin contrasted and matched his milk one, their legs intertwined, their arms locked to each other as a thin blanket barely covered their naked bodies and his steady warm breath tingled all of his nerves, all of them, were the proof that God above really existed.
His normally alert eyes gazed tenderly that relaxed face. Strange…he knew that features since he was an infant, but he never grew tired on watching whenever he met his lover. His spiky hair framed his long light-colored eyelashes, the slight oval face but with a firm chin, six diagonal scars slightly marring his cheeks, though giving a fox look…everything matched perfectly for him, to be called a object of beauty. There's only one thing that could complement that gorgeous picture…:
"Mmmm…good morning, Sasuke." There. His lover slowly opened his eyelids, like unlocking windows to the sky. The deep blue eyes, looking passionately only to him. He drowned inside of that profound sea of emotions, melting all of his psychological guards in an instant. In that azure color, he knew that he would be forgiven for letting out all of his emotions. Only him, would ever break his cold heart. Only him, would defy any kind of logical sense, like the unfounded fact that his color blue would be extraordinarily warm.
Naruto bestowed a timid smile, probably too exhausted from the night activities. He naturally returned that kind gesture, brushing softly the bangs of golden hair, earning a murmur of approval in return.
He couldn't continue to float in that cloudless sky. Reality, sooner or later, will reap and drag him down.
His precious, precious, pair of sapphires moved down till the level of his torso, while his tanned arms tightened even further their hug. The Uchiha almost growled…though his body ached for more of that touch, if the usuratonkachi wanted to reenact their actions yesterday, he would have to take a halt.
Though his, yes, his Naruto didn't made any sensual move in favor for more sex. He, cutely, unexpectedly and simply wiggled his head into his ivory skin, inhaling his fresh scent before tapping his heart with light kisses.
"I just…" He kissed. "wanted…" He kissed again. "to continue like this…"his lips moved again to touch that sensitive part. "forever."
Then, he turned his face to rest his cheeks on his chest, his ears pressed directly to the beating source of his life. He murmured, contently: "It feels so good to hear you this way."
Sasuke…was an Uchiha. He was a shinobi. He was someone who didn't have the luxury to possess feelings.
However, if no one could see he slipping off his mask, sometimes, sometimes…then that would be okay. Fortunately, Naruto knew that too, sensitively ignoring the broken sobs from his companion.
"Outouto…if you really want to sleep, there's a couch inside our parent's room." Only when Sasuke heard that familiar voice, he broke up from that anguish dream. The youngest Uchiha raised up his head to grumble back:
"I'm fine…how's chichiue and hahaue?" Itachi almost fell next to his younger brother's chair graceless, probably too tired to pick on small details like that.
"Still on surgery. Though I know that they'll make it. Our parents are strong people, outoto." He gave an assurance shake, comforting his doubts in an instant.
It was sooooo strange that in that dreams he would be the exact opposite of image to Sasuke. Weird brotherly feeling.
"I was getting worried with you, at the end. When you're sleeping, at first, you had such a content expression…then, suddenly you started to cry. A nightmare?"
Hn. Things would be so wonderfully easier if that imagination could count only as a bad dream…
"Sort of. When do you think that surgery is going to an end?"
"Probably in two, three more hours. Then, there won't be any need for both of us to stay with them, Sasuke."
Whenever Itachi changed his nickname to call him by his name, it meant family business.
"Very well then. What do you want me to do?" He didn't say it with any accusation tone, he knew their obligations and assignments to accomplish.
"Next week there'll be a ball commemorating a new archeology expedition inside Japan. Apparently, they found an extinct village that used to harbor technologies more advanced then the feud time. The Uchiha Industries are the main sponsors, so there's the need of at least one of us to be present on that night."
Sasuke gave a scornful sigh. He hated those kinds of events, and Itachi knew it since he suffered the same "illness", because it was the opportunity to high-class whores surround him like bees. Nevertheless, he knew that it was a unavoidable requirement, for every Uchiha needs to be in a spotlight from the public view.
"Okay. I'll be there."
"Naruto-kun, come here." A wise voice called the blonde from his office.
"Okay okay…what's the matter boss?" Naruto couldn't help but grin. Sarutobi was an old man who he always distinctively felt that he was a distant grandfather. Well, the weird dreams didn't help it either, since in there he used to be a chief from that village and guarded him with kind eyes. Though, for some odd reason, when he reached the teenager years, the old man was substituted to a busted and energetic lady (probably reached his retirement, maybe), whom Naruto always entitled her with an infuriating, as well as close nickname called "Baa-chan". Why would he label a 25 years old in appearance woman as a crony old hag…?
"Our main sponsor is going to hold a party this Friday, do you mind if you could go there with us? It's a good opportunity to create more valuable contacts."
The blonde stifled a tired sigh. He never liked to go to those kissing-prick-ass events; he always preferred to be in his safe haven, fishing for information about long lost civilization or cleaning artifacts. However, Sarutobi, whom he shared a good relationship with the hyperactive blonde, always complained that he would lose good resources to many less talent people in the field, if this case persists.
Today…well, maybe in normal cases Naruto would listen to his kind boss, though not today. He was still shocked from the recent discoveries, so he wanted to take his time to cool down. Yelling at people, influential people, while he still had a dark-haired headache to care wouldn't be a good solution.
"Not now, boss…I'm sorry." The wrinkled hand simply opened a drawer and reached a small pipe to smoke. The cerulean eyes immediately quirked an eyebrow, almost wishing that the old man could also wear that strange triangular hat with the kanji "fire" written on it. What a…bizarre reminiscence.
"Alright, Naruto-kun…I'll just give you this invitation, in case that you change your mind." He swished from his pocket a paper tag with elegant letters written inside it. His employee took it half-heartedly, glancing over the contents in case that Sarutobi would whine that he wasn't carefully considering the invitation.
Then, the young man stopped dead. Blinking with effort, he ran over each letter to confirm that, yeah, this is no illusion.
"I'll go." His boss widened his eyes while exhaling another puff of smoke, questioning him:
"Um…are you sure?" That was fast.
"Yes…I'll go."
He read again, the fated words, inviting him to go to one of the biggest buffet in Tokyo at Friday night, to celebrate the discovery start of an extinct japanese village. After all the meaningless protocols, there lied with gigantic letters his sponsor:
Party held and sponsored by the Uchiha Industries.
Naruto wondered that, if destiny really exists, how twistedly insane she adored playing with his life.
Author notes: Yay! They're finally going to meet each other. This, is what you're thinking in this moment right? Well…people, I could do drastic changes. Sasuke could, since it's a big event, simply pass through Naruto. Naruto could suddenly get sick and then Kiba would take care of him, and Naruto could immediately feel that he loves his roommate and have hot kinky sex…Anything could happen, people.
But I'm not a sadist…I mean, I am a sadist, but I wouldn't go so far…or would I? Muahahahahahahaha…
Oh yeah, I know what you guys are going to ask…What was that feeble attempt of NaruSaku?! Well…people, before immersing without end this Sasunaru fandom, I happen to be a NaruSaku fan. Strangely, I still am…in some sense. NaruSaku or NaruGaara are perfect to each other in a world that doesn't have a Sasuke. Sasuke takes all the meaning of existence to Naruto. Naruto can't live without Sasuke. And, hopefully, this fact will be also proved in the other side. (Don't fail me, Sasuke!)
The second flashback, strangely enough, it ended differently then the original intention. I wanted to give a somber but playful way in the end, but the result was this…sorta angsty and bittersweet way. And there wasn't any space for little jokes. So weird… and I've just realized right now that I like to repeat the same words twice as a form of reinforcement, but it gets repetitive in the end…bleh.
Somehow, I think that this fic is consuming all of my energy when I'm writing this. I mean, it's sooooo sad! I was planning the plot inside my head while I was celebrating a birthday (not mine, thankfully), when I stopped dead and wanted to start crying. Gah, so embarrassing…luckily, I hid well from the present people, though it took most of my hunger…I could imagine if I lost control of emotion, my sister would ask, what happened, and I would answer, I'm crying because of two fictional characters who aren't getting along?! Oh man………embaaaaaarrassing……