Brain Damage

Chapter Four

Two variables sent Naruto's plan awry before Naruto even left his music class. The first variable was that Sasuke, who was grounded, was not allowed to take the metro home; he was being picked up out front by his irritated brother. And the second was that Naruto had only been in Japan for fewer days than he had fingers, and he barely could pull a legitimate sentence together that made sense, let alone find his way from school to the address on the note he had crumpled in his pocket. He could have, of course, tried for a Taxi, but Naruto had spent all of his pocket change just buying the address, and so all he had was his student train ticket to go where he needed to go. Of course, none of this was actually occurring to him as Sasuke ducked out of the room, he was only grinning like an utter fool, each of his thirty-two teeth dazzlingly white and unusually sharp.

Itachi was waiting for him outside when Sasuke managed to get out of the sea of students, Shisui in the passenger's seat and the back apparently left to him. It was Sasuke's car, as Sasuke was one of the few people in Tokyo who indeed actually drove, but he was grounded and had his keys taken away. That was the only thing his mother had actually taken away from him, and she'd probably sent someone out to buy him a new phone when he was at school, because it was for "emergency situations". Wordlessly, he climbed into the back, Itachi silent and Shisui smiling gently.

"Sasuke-kun~ How was school~?"

Of all of the people in the direct Uchiha line that Sasuke met regularly at important dinners or family reunions or whatnot, Shisui was the strangest. Unlike most of his family, which tried to be utterly professional at all times, spoke in formal Japanese at all times, and kept their accents from showing at all times, Shisui seemed truly not to care. Another oddity about Shisui was his appearance which was.. feminine, at the very least. This wasn't necessarily uncommon, being Korean meant there was an amount of baby fat always clinging to your face, it meant that you curve a little bit more than most, and for the Uchihas, it generally meant you didn't grow much facial hair. But Shisui went beyond that. No, Shisui's face was curved, but it wasn't curved in an Androgynous way, it was curved in a feminine way. In fact, so was the rest of his body, he was only a little less curvy than his mother. Sasuke had pretty much come to the conclusion that Shisui had long since given up on trying to look masculine (he distinctly remembered times in his childhood when his older cousin indeed did try, and it didn't work. He just ended up looking like a lesbian.) – and instead embraced the way he looked. He grew his hair out to his shoulders, wore clothes that suited his figure instead of clashed with it, and tried to stop making his voice sound deep. Shisui's problem was that he could not shrug off his Korean accent, for whatever reason, and thus his Japanese voice sounded feminine too. Granted, he spoke in masculine forms, boku wa instead of watashi wa, but overall, Shisui was indistinguishable. The only reason Sasuke recognized all of these things about his older cousin was because he'd spent much of his childhood staring at him, trying with all of his might to figure out what Itachi saw in him, why he was so cool. Of course, in his maturity had Sasuke gotten over that jealousy, but he still noticed things about Shisui. Like how he was wearing girl's jeans.

"Fine." He lied, shortly.

Itachi was fairly quiet, paying attention to the road. Sasuke remembered when Itachi got his license, his parents had been so proud of him – as per usual – and tried to buy him a car. But Itachi had said "it would be a waste of money for me to drive when I have access to public transportation", which had somehow made his parents even more proud of him. Their fixation with him was ungodly agitating. Shisui apparently felt it alright to end the conversation there, which was unusual for him – he usually wasn't above small talk – but an Uchiha trait Sasuke was grateful for. The family was quiet, never asked each other important questions unless they needed to, and generally tried to stay out of each other's way if they could. The only times his father ever talked to him was to compare him to Itachi, the only time Itachi ever talked to him was to say short things like "Mother and Father left town abruptly. The number is on the fridge.", and his mother only ever talked to him to ask how school was, and to tell him dinner was served. It was a good system. Sometimes, they didn't even bother with that, they sent emails or left notes on the fridge. That was an even better system. A family with no communication never argues. He yawned a little from the backseat as Itachi weaved through traffic.

Naruto, several blocks away, was having issues. The address read as:

〒100-8799
東京都千代田区一番町 二丁目1番2号

Which sucked. Naruto was bad with Kanji, and he was even worse with postal addresses, and so it took him fifteen minutes to finally translated what it was:

Subarea 2, Block 1, Building 2, Ichibanchou

Chiyoda, Tokyo, 100-8799

To which Naruto became even more confused. His obvious first question was "Where the hell is Ichibanchou?", and when he got one of his classmates to answer that one (It was apparently this upscale place where only rich businessmen lived or something, which he guessed sounded like Sasuke), and then when he found out how far out it was, it begged another question. Why the hell didn't Sasuke go to school there? Yeah, he's Korean, but his Japanese was really good, he didn't need to be in an International school. Not that he minded or anything, it just. Didn't make sense. Nonetheless, he went to the main train station. To get to the Banchou area you apparently had to take the Chuo main line because that was apparently the west boundary of it. From there you get off and take a bus into Ichibanchou, a residential one, and eventually he would find Sasuke's place. This sounded like a good idea to him, but it basically ensured he would get lost in a country he'd only immigrated to a matter of days ago, and could barely find his way to the grocery store from his house to buy more instant ramen.

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When Sasuke arrived home, there was indeed a new iPhone laying on his desk, probably put there by Ms. Choi, the head servant who'd come with them from Korea. Instead of hooking it up onto his computer to refill it with applications and music and the contact numbers he needed, he ignored it, flopping onto his bed and closing his eyes. This Naruto thing was getting to him. It was kind of embarrassing it was getting to him so soon, but they usually didn't.. start that fast. Not even Karin started that fast, and she started fast. In a matter of two days had Sasuke been kissed more by a single person than he had in his entire life by anyone else, save for maybe his mother. In a matter of two days had he gone farther sexually than he had in his entire life. In a matter of two days had he been touched more by another person more than he had in his entire life, and it was really. Really starting to irritate him.

For one thing, his back tingled indefinitely. Probably because he was used to being hunched over, working all the time, and Naruto constantly massaging him was increasing his blood circulation, and he wasn't used to it so it felt weird. And, yes, it did feel weird. He felt like there were bugs constantly crawling under his skin, and it made him jumpy and agitated. For another thing, the rumors that he was gay and dating the new kid were getting out of control. Sasuke normally didn't care about rumors, but the last thing he wanted was to be hauled to Tsunade's office for "public displays of affection". There was indeed a rule against PDA, and for the most part it wasn't enforced, since there were so many cultures constantly clashing in his school, but if anyone were to have that rule enforced upon them, it would be Sasuke. After all, he was a model student. Perfect grades, relatively athletic, class president. All of that. He was the kind of person that if he broke rules – which he'd done quite frequently in the past few days, assault being the most pertinent – and it's always the people who don't break rules that are most severely punished for misdemeanors.

How irritating.

Itachi had left him to do his homework, or whatever he wanted, for the fifth floor, accompanied by Shisui. Whatever they were doing, they were being utterly silent about it. After a few minutes of sitting there, eyes closed and fingering his hair in agitation, Sasuke managed to pull himself off his feet and went to the elevator. Normally, he would take the stairs, as the elevator basically showed he was lazy, but he was tired and didn't feel like exerting any more energy than he needed to. When he reached the bottom floor, he went to the kitchen, heating up the Wok and pulling bags of vegetables from the refrigerator. He wasn't much of a cook, mostly because Mikoto cooked dinner every night she was home, and Ms. Choi usually cooked every other meal for himself, his brother, and any other day guest, but she was probably off doing something more important. Like getting the dust out of all of the unused rooms. He tossed broccoli, some leftover noodles, and tomato pieces around in the pan for a few minutes before pouring the contents into a bowl and collapsing onto the couch in the living room, leaving the kitchen a wreck.

There really wasn't anything on TV, as per usual. 800 channels, and Sasuke could never find anything worth watching. He ate his lunch silently, an ambient music channel playing quietly just so there would be something on (he was one of those people that hated the way TVs and computers looked when they weren't on), and it was just as he was finishing the last of the noodles that the doorbell rang. It almost made him jump. The Uchihas lived in a secluded place, in a private neighborhood, you had to have a pass code to even get in, and so the only people who ever rang the doorbell were delivery or maintenance. The live-in employees just walked in. He waited for a moment, and not hearing Ms. Choi's stilettos clicking down the steps to answer the door, got up to answer it as it clanged over and over.

--

Naruto was grinning all Indian summer, all dazzling, genuine joy when Sasuke answered the door that he threw himself in before the Uchiha could even comprehend what was happening to him. The look in Sasuke's eyes, which Naruto registered seconds before they were too close to see clearly, was of sheer, utter horror, and that just made Naruto even happier, in a "Ha ha, look what I caught" sort of way. In a split second did he grab Sasuke's narrow shoulders, each of which fit easily in his larger hands, and pressed him into a crème colored plaster wall, kicking the door closed behind himself and kissing him hard. And in that split second, before Sasuke comprehended exactly what was happening to him, did Naruto realize a few things he'd somehow missed in all of their other one-sided attempts at kissing. Sasuke had very, very soft lips. Very kissable lips, the kind that would look good with a piercing, the kind that aren't sticky with gloss but aren't dying from cold weather either. They were abnormally nice lips. They would fit quite nicely around his cock, for that matter. But then again, they would probably fit nicely anywhere.

And then Sasuke finally reacted, and he made this horrible little noise underneath his mouth and threw Naruto's weight off of him, growling like a monster.

"What are you doing here?"

Naruto grinned at him. "I love you." Approached him again without any hesitation, which caused Sasuke to back up a few feet up the staircase. It was actually a little wounding, for a microsecond, to see him retreating from him like a gazelle threatened by a lion. But not wounding enough to stop him, because Naruto meant it. Naruto was the God of love at first sight. Naruto had been in love four times in the last two years, and it wasn't to say that the loves weren't real; he felt them fiercely, deep in his heart and completely unshakeable. But he was much like Romeo. Before Romeo fell in love with Juliet, there was Rosaline. And Romeo loved her, he loved her so much he felt like he was going to die. But when he saw Juliet at a party, he fell out of love with Rosaline without another thought, and in love with Juliet. That was Naruto's tendency. And so when he said he loved Sasuke, he did mean it. He meant it as intensely as any other time he'd fallen in love.

Sasuke blinked, in a not particularly clever retaliation, forgetting to step back when Naruto advanced forward another three feet. And then it came to him what Naruto said, and it came to him that it was pretty much impossible that it was true, as Naruto had only met him two days ago, and then he became aware of a weird taste in his mouth, and very aware of the fact that he was suddenly and impenetrably angry. And the only thing that stopped him from either breaking Naruto's jaw or breaking his own knuckles was losing his balance when a strong pressure hit his back, and he made an exasperated noise as gravity betrayed him, stumbling forward straight into Naruto's open arms, dodging colliding into his face and ending up catching his broad, American shoulder into his own delicate little throat.

Shisui smiled brilliantly.

"Sasuke-kun~ Your new boyfriend is darling."

--

It took a bag of ice and five minutes of coughing straight before Sasuke finally got a hold of himself. He'd completely had the wind knocked out of him, and went into a somewhat embarrassing and thoroughly complete fit because of it, Shisui scrambling about for a bag of ice and Naruto not laughing like an idiot for once. It took another fifteen minutes to explain that Naruto was not his boyfriend, and despite the fact that the stupid blond wouldn't get his hands off of him (they were almost always around his shoulder or his narrow waist, occasionally pinching his ass when he apparently wanted to be elbowed in the gut), but Shisui wouldn't hear any of it. It was as if he and Naruto were on the same fucking frequency. Itachi came down to the scene after waiting for twenty minutes for Shisui to return upstairs with tea, only to find his baby brother in the arms of someone twice his size in every direction, and Shisui grinning to ear like it was so damn funny. Itachi's only reaction was raising an eyebrow, which, to Sasuke, somehow sent the situation from bad to unearthly worse, before going to fix a kettle to make Jasmine tea as he and Shisui did just about every day around this time.

When the two of them were finally gone, which didn't actually make the situation any better because that just left him alone with Naruto, Sasuke was dead quiet and his company was looking nothing less than guilty. There was an exasperatingly long pause before Naruto finally said "Are you all better, Heartbreak?" But he didn't sound agitatingly Cheshire about it, didn't sound like it had all been some weird plan, and for some reason that just pissed Sasuke off even more. And when he finally spoke, his voice was positively dripping with anger, "I have been better."

Naruto's ears almost flattened to his head.

"Sasukeeee," he whined, tugging on his shirt. "Don't be like that, be mad at your brother's girlfriend for pushing you down the stairs."

He didn't even really have it in him to correct Naruto, on that not only was Shisui a guy, but also his first cousin. He pulled the bag of ice off of his throat when he became more aware of how cold it was versus how much his neck hurt, which was the general indicator that you were all better. He didn't say anything, but tossed the bag onto the coffee table, the ice cubes tossing merrily against the glass but never managing to escape the bag.

"Sasukeeee."

And somehow, that voice, which was in the most irritating octave humanly possible, made Sasuke snap.

"God will you stop," he snarled, angrily. "I don't want you."

Naruto perked up visibly, as if taking his irritation as a sign that he was indeed okay, and that it would be alright to continue in his advances. He leaned toward him, grin sneaking up onto his face, hands on either side of Sasuke's hips but not touching him anywhere. "Please." The way he was whining it was embarrassing, and Sasuke automatically leaned away from him, glaring in the most livid way possible. "Please, Heartbreak~ I mean it. Go out with me. Just once, please? I'll make it fun. You don't even know fun until I make it."

Sasuke stared.

This was.. kind of surprising. Surprising because he'd assumed Naruto's intentions were pretty much focused on the idea of sodomizing him and not much else, though of course – Americans were disgusting and there was a chance that the way Americans dated often involved sex on the first date. The idea made him sick, and it must of shown on his face because Naruto whined further, leaning closer. "Sasuke, come on, it'll be a ride. You, me, water, music, sand, roller coasters, and anything else you want. We can do that thing you Asians like so much, get in the little booth things and take pictures and put them on your cell phones or.. whatever." Naruto laughed, grinning. "Come on, please. If you don't like it-"

Sasuke caught him immediately before Naruto had the chance to take back what he almost said.

"-If I don't like it, you will fucking leave me alone."

Naruto's nonexistent dog ears flattened further, but he nodded in a defeated way.

".. then. Whatever. Fine. Just get out. I'm grounded right now, and if my parents come home and find you here, I won't go on any dates with you because I'll be grounded until you go back from where you came from."

Dates.

Sasuke's stomach lurched at the word.

But Naruto looked utterly elated, the grin turning into a huge, honest smile, leaning in to kiss him again but Sasuke evaded it disgustedly, the last one having left the taste of paint in his mouth that was still making him want to spit. "REALLY?" He yelled, nearly in his ears as Sasuke cringed. "REALLY REALLY? NO LYING?" The smaller of them nodded, expression sour. "OKAY. OKAY. I'M ALL OVER IT. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW. I'M ALL OVER IT LIKE WHITE ON MOTHERFUCKIN' RICE, HEARTBREAK. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW."

"Dear god will you shut up."

"NO."

"Get out."

"I'M GOING. I'M GOING. I LOVE YOU."

"You are a liar, get out."

Sasuke's stomach twisted again, forcing Naruto out the front door and bolt-locking it behind him. Shisui chuckled behind him, lingering with crossed legs halfway down the stairs. "Not your boyfriend, is he?"

"Silence yourself, you are putrid."

"Ah, what wicked words~"

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Hey guys. :D Back with another chapter already. I know right, I must be on a roll. A roll which will probably end soon because I started my period today and ohh it hurts so much and I'm an emotional mess and it's bad ;__; really bad. And for the record, Shisui is a real character, not an OC. He is mentioned to be Itachi's best friend and that Itachi drowned him, but you never got to saw what he looked like. But since Itachi didn't kill the clan in this story, Shisui's going to get some facetime here :D And.. uwa. Even though I'm on a roll, I dislike this chapter immensely. But D: I hope you guys can deal.

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