Author's Note: Yay! I managed to write this chapter in under two hours. That includes all my dog's attempts at getting my attention, and him happily winning it over.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Warnings: Yaoi (Boy x Boy) Eventually: NaruSasu, SasuNaru... Mentions of GaaNaru
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PrettyKitty93: My grammar and spelling is horrible. For that, I am deeply ashamed and sorry. v.v I have such a hard time editing my own work sometimes! I just read it and I'm like, well okay then, sounds great! It's normally full of errors. After reading your review, I went back and fixed it all though.. I think... Haha (: I hope you keep enjoying the story!
LurvirsLuvvie1: I laughed so hard and for so long that my ribs hurt, my abs hurt, and there was no noise coming out so I just rolled on my bed, tears coming out my eyes. My mom passed by my room and just looked at me weird and kept on walking. I think she must think I've gone completely crazy now. I just knew someone was going to think it was drugs, I just knew it. I thought it would be too easy to write about drugs being Sasuke's problem. Why not really mix it up and make it hookers you order over the internet? Haha! :D 3
Chapter 4
The ticking of the clock was the only noise that filled the room. Occasionally a deep breath would take over the silence. Naruto had always hated deadly silences. Anything that followed never benefited Naruto in any way.
They had been sitting in Sasuke's office for more than fifteen minutes, doing nothing. Naruto let his eyes wander around Sasuke's office. He would be willing to bet he knew more about what was in this office and Sasuke ever could. Naruto could name almost every book Sasuke owned, along with every CD title. He knew exactly what went where, how everything was set up in the office, even what angles Sasuke liked the German crystal to sit at.
Naruto let his eyes wander around the office, finding great interest in anything that wasn't around Sasuke. At one point, he even began to look up at the ceiling, thinking about it got so smooth. Naruto's apartment has all the stupid dotty crap on his ceiling. He liked the smooth look so much more.
"Uzumaki." Hearing his name, Naruto looked in Sasuke's direction. His hands where folded together under chin, staring intently at Naruto. Sasuke's eyes were fixed on Naruto's chest, then slowly looked down towards his chest, watching the rise and fall of it as air entered and exited the blonde's lungs.
"Yes?" Naruto asked, drawing Sasuke's attention to Naruto's face. Naruto was getting impatient. The bastard was cutting into his sleeping time. It was nearing three. Naruto groaned mentally as he realized what little sleep he would be getting tonight.
"How has your day been?" Sasuke asked casually, as if striking a conversation with an old friend. He leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on this desk. He kept his hands folded together, with his pointer fingers and thumb pointing up towards the ceiling. Naruto thought he should have been petting a cat, planning world domination. The guy would fit the part so well.
"I know you didn't call me in here to talk 'bout my fucking day. What the hell do you want?"
"Hn, dobe. I was just trying to be nice. Though, I'm not one to beat around the bush. I know what you saw yesterday, and I'd like to talk to you about it."
"Like hell! I don't want to talk about you buying whores off the internet! What the fuck? If that's why you called me in here I'm fucking leaving," Naruto said with a growl, jumping up from his chair, heading towards the door.
"If you walk out of that door now, Uzumaki, I will make sure you are fired," Sasuke threatened in an even voice. Naruto looked back at him, anger building in his eyes. He couldn't stand that bastards like Sasuke thought they could easily play with people and their lives. He didn't know how much he needed the damn job.
Naruto headed back to his chair. He slumped down into the chair, crossing his legs and arms. 'This better be damn good if he's threatening my job,' Naruto thought.
"That's better, isn't, dobe? Now as I was saying, I want to discuss what you saw. What exactly did you think you saw?"
"You were going to buy a fourteen year old sex slave! What else could you possibly be doing? You're probably just going to rape her every day, unless you already bought her!" Naruto huffed. If Sasuke denied it and said something ridiculous, Naruto would snap and beat Sasuke to a bloody pulp. Sasuke found Naruto's facial expression of anger and his response amusing. He smirked as he listened.
"Do you find this fucking funny? I should turn you in to the fucking cops! I may not be brilliant but I know it's illegal to buy sex slaves!"
Sasuke's smirk turned into a scowl quickly. That wasn't amusing to the Uchiha. Naruto wouldn't back down, and he wasn't joking around about it. Sasuke had some damn good explaining to do.
"You wouldn't. You would be a laughing-stock, Uzumaki. Do you really think would believe you?"
"Maybe, maybe not, but it would sure get you unwanted attention. It would mess with your life a hell of a lot, wouldn't it Sasuke."
"How about I explain what I was doing, before you jump up to go tell the cops."
"I'm listening."
Sasuke was silent for a few minutes. Naruto kept waiting, wondering if he would ever explain.
"I wasn't going to buy her for sex. I wanted to buy her to get her out of there, and also for companionship. She wouldn't be fake like other girls around here. Maybe if I kept her long enough, it would turn into love." Naruto felt his rage starting to spill over.
"You wanted to buy her, for companionship? Do you know how many girls would throw themselves at you just to be able to talk to you? You didn't want to buy her to free her, you wanted her for your own personal sex object!" Naruto got up from his chair and grabbed Sasuke by the color of his shirt and yanked him over the desk. He continued to yell in his face, spit flinging out from sheer anger. "What the fuck, teme! You are just as sick as the rest of the people who buy girls. I can't fucking believe you are a sick perverted fuck under your perfect damn mask!"
Naruto tightened his grip around Sasuke's collar before only holding him with one hand, and punching him as hard as he could with the other. He threw Sasuke to the ground before kicking his ribcage, hard. He thought for a second he heard a crack, but didn't think anything of it. The bastard deserved it.
"Can I have a ham, cheese, and egg six inch flatbread?" The small girl had a slightly high squeaky voice. Naruto smiled at her, and nodded. He quickly started making her sandwich before he asked her dad what he wanted.
"Same as her, except a foot long."
"You got it sir."
Naruto had gotten really good at his job. He was the quickest, always able to make enough sandwiches to put the people who added the extras were always behind. Naruto was glad that he found something he was good at.
Last night, Naruto didn't even bother to sleep. He just stayed up drawing on his bed until he needed to get ready for work. He wasn't all that tired, but he knew that he would be fast asleep after his shift.
Long ago, when Naruto was around ten, he had picked up the habit of drawing when he couldn't sleep. Thirteen years later, his drawings had gotten better. He was currently working on a dragon, breathing fire with steam coming out its nose. He found it relaxing to put some much effort into the details of his drawings.
As a kid, he thought he would be an artist one day. He would always be drawing, getting scolded for never doing school work, but he didn't care. He told his teachers he would never use anything he learned in school. He was proving himself right every day. You didn't need a strong education to make sandwiches or clean toilets. Naruto always wanted to better himself. The streets were better than he had ever had it. The whole reason he had left though was to make it even better.
'Can I even do it?' Naruto asked himself. He didn't feel like he the willpower to try to better himself. He wanted to, he always did. Was he scared to better himself and build an even bigger gap between him and the streets? Or was he too scared too?
He tried to not let his thoughts distract himself from his work. Naruto knew what would happen. He would start talking to himself, saying his thoughts out loud. He didn't want the whole world to know all his problems.
Naruto had six hours until his next job began. He had spent a majority of his shift going back and forth between thinking and concentrating. Naruto knew he couldn't not think about why he was being cowardly when it came to trying to get a better life, but he needed to leave the thoughts for a bit to prevent embarrassing himself.
He lay down on his bed, resting his head on his pillow. His bed, no matter how stiff it was, was more relaxing that pacing back and forth while gripping his head.
Why couldn't Naruto just do what he had told him? The whole reason he had him leave was so he could one day hear about Naruto doing well, forgetting the streets, living a life that wasn't dependent on drug trades and hookers having sex. Naruto wanted to do what he had told him to do, but he was afraid.
He finally admitted it. Naruto Uzumaki was afraid to let him go. Naruto was afraid to leave him and the streets, and go off into the world. The world he knew only to be a cruel and cold. What would he do when he needed help and he had nowhere to turn? Well he was already there, but what if he was nowhere near the comfort of the streets being a thirty minute run away?
Naruto sighed heavily. He wished for nothing more than to be in a different position. Why did he always have the hard decisions in life? His stomach growled, though he ignored it. He closed his eyes and forced himself to avoid his thoughts and get a few hours sleep.
Naruto sat on the swing outside the orphanage. He was all alone yet again. He had just walked over to the swings to play with the other kids, but they ran back towards the orphanage as soon as they saw him coming.
Naruto had just celebrated his fifth birthday. No one knew his exact birthday. The orphanage was too lazy to go look for it, so they just made his birthday the day he was found on the doorstep of the orphanage, July eighteenth. One day, Naruto would go find his real birthday. He wanted to more than anything. He wanted to know who his parents were and why they left him here. He knew he would have to wait until he was older, but he would never forget that dream of finding the real him.
Naruto barely swung himself, just barely shifting back and forth. He wasn't in the mood to swing. Being alone always made him forget he wanted to play.
"Hey, freak! Get off our swings!" Some of the older kids, around the age of nine, yelled at Naruto. He hated that he was never called his name, only cruel nicknames, like freak, idiot, moron, monster.
"Why should I! You guys are never nice to me!"
"We could never be nice to you!" the kids came closer to Naruto. He clutched the swing tighter the closer he came. He didn't want to give up the swing.
One of the kids came really close to Naruto, close enough to whisper in his ear. "We could never be nice to a kid who's parents hated him. Unlike you, our parents had no choice, their all died, but yours, they just left you on the doorstep. They had to hate you to do that. You must have been one mean baby for them to just throw away their kid."
Naruto had never felt so sad and angry in his life. How could they be so mean to him! He didn't do anything wrong. He always avoided them, but they always said cruel things to the young boy.
Naruto couldn't take it, so he ran. He ran back into the orphanage, and locked himself in a closet. He ignored the hunger that ate at him for three long days.
No one came to look for the boy. No one cared.
"Finally finished!" Naruto said happily and patted himself on the back. He wore a huge grin on his face. He had finished three floors in less than an hour. Hardly anyone came in today, so he didn't have hardly anything to polish or clean again.
He hurried up the top floor, ready to get the offices out of the way. He hoped Sasuke wouldn't be there. He was the last person Naruto wanted to see. Just thinking of the sick bastard made Naruto's skin crawl and his skin start to boil. How could anyone want to buy a damn sex slave? The girls must have thought the same thing every time they were bought.
All the lights were off on the top floor, meaning all the Uchihas were gone for the night. Naruto thought it was odd for them to all be gone before ten, but he just ignored the oddness. 'Enjoy it Naruto, it doesn't happen very often that you get to go home before midnight,' he thought to himself.
He started his usual routine, cleaning Fugaku's office first, then Itachi's, moving on to the main floor, and finally ending with Sasuke's office. Naruto had started this routine after about a month of work at the Uchiha Corp. It was the quickest way to clean everything, and the safest. Trying to clean German crystal first would leave Naruto on edge and he would worry about breaking things to the point where he would think he was going to break everything.
The first three of the routine took less than forty minutes, a new personal best for Naruto. He moved on to the most dreaded part of his job, cleaning the bastard's office. Why did he have to have so much fucking crystal? It didn't do anything except shine and taunt Naruto, seeming to try and make him break something so it could watch Sasuke blow up in Naruto's face.
He cleaned quickly, not bothering to do a perfect job. After he found out what Sasuke did on his computer during working hours made Naruto never want to be in the office.
Naruto couldn't stand that someone as high up as Sasuke would resort to buying girls online. Naruto used to feel bad for the hookers, selling themselves to make some money. They didn't seem to have it half as bad as these girls did. They could at least pick and choose who they wanted to sell their body to. These girls had no choice but to go with it and hope they didn't get a freak that liked torture.
Shaking the thoughts away, Naruto went to the desk to begin to clean it. He didn't look at the computer at first, until it was time to wipe down the screen. There was a note attached to it. It was folded in half and taped to the screen. It had his name written in some fancy calligraphy on the front. Naruto picked it untapped the note and opened it. He debated whether to read it now or later, but chose to read it now and get it over with.
Naruto,
I would like to offer you something in return for your silence concerning what you saw on my computer. I'm sure you would love it. I am offering you the ability to have me do whatever you please so long as you do not tell anyone, and I do mean anyone, not even a stuffed animal, about the sex slave website. If you don't accept this offer, then I will take it that you may talk to someone about what you saw, and that just will not do. If you don't accept the offer, I will have no choice but to resort to kidnapping you and hiding you away for the rest of your life.
After you read this letter, if you choose to accept, call me and we will go over the deal completely. It would be in your best interest to accept, dobe.
03-9956-9431
-Sasuke Uchiha
Author's note: Well there you have it, chapter 4! Sasuke's number may or may not be a real number. I morphed it after a Tokyo phone number. I wouldn't recommend calling it... But wouldn't it be awesome if the person who answered was named Sasuke? Chapter 5 will be up as soon as I write it!
Please review and let me know how I'm doing and what you would like to possibly see in this story! I will take considerations to add to the story if they aren't too far from what I already have in mind.
