A/N: There is one week between each of Gaara's and Sasuke's meetings with each other. Just wanted you to know. Oh. And please do remember that Itachi is mute. Thank you!

Evolution

Rather fuck you than kiss you

Working night was not something Sasuke was familiar with. He was used to come to work early, then meet one or two of his very few patients and then go to the gym. And by living in such a routine, it felt out of place to be in his office at this kind of hour.

The street lamps down the road were lit, even though the orange-red sky had yet to turn dark. He could see how people left their apartment buildings to go out, dressed in nice clothes with big smiles.

It was a long time since he went out to do something. He sometimes borrowed friends from Itachi to drink with – because no one really wants to sit in a bar and drink alone. Last time he had hung out with one of his own friends was back in his university time – which was a few years ago. He had had a few friends like Nara Shikamaru and an older boy named Hyuuga Neji.

The only one he still had regular contact with was Shikamaru, and that was only because his Godson was one of his patients. And even if Sasuke wanted to hang out with Shikamaru, even if Shikamaru would be the one suggesting it; he wouldn't be allowed. The hospital's policy was strict, and Sasuke had no intentions of breaking it.

He sighed to himself, silently denying that he was alone. But not even he was fooled by that. He was alone and he knew that very well – it was his fault anyway. Had he not become a psychiatrist, maybe he would have a few friends, but people were scared of him. Scared that he would analyse them and break into their minds.

Maybe he should have listened to his mother and become a brain surgeon instead.

Groaning, he left the window and walked back to his desk. He had opened a new document on his computer, and was more than ready to write. It was going to be Gaara's journal, to see if the red-haired criminal made progress.

As boring as it sounded, Sasuke actually found it entertaining. He got to make his assumptions and make a behaviour pattern for Gaara, writing a few notes about what he figured out about the Sabaku's past. It was something he liked to do, and his love for analysing people would never fade.

UAUAUA

Second meeting with Sabaku no Gaara, the Suna Estate.

He behaved just like during our first meeting. He showed no signs of anger, sadness, joy or fear. His facial expressions remained the same even when he showed glee upon hearing the name of his former husband, Uzumaki Naruto.

At the question what he and Uzumaki were doing during Uzumaki's visit, he indicated that they were doing something shameless. I would guess that they exchanged sexual favours of some sort.

The only thing I got out from my patient was that he and Uzumaki were still involved in some way or another. The fact that we still haven't been able to contact Uzumaki only made Gaara look slightly bored – as if he was expecting it.

UAUAUA

Naruto woke up with slender arms wrapped around his waist. He opened one eye, silently cursing at the picture. A pretty girl was laying there, her pale hands gripping him possessively.

Her dark blue hair was sprawled all over the pillow, and she looked absolutely gorgeous with her big breasts hidden under the thin covers. He closed his eyes again, taking in the scent of her raspberry perfume.

It was too sweet, and he wrinkled his nose as memories from yesterday night popped up in his mind. The smell of sweat and sex had filled his nostrils last night, and that was the scent he preferred above anything else.

She made a content sound, and clutched his waist tighter. Her eyes fluttered open, and she stared at him with big, lavender eyes. He tried to form a smile, but was unable to give her a real one.

"Good morning," he said sweetly. Her cheeks were immediately covered with pink dust, covering her skin in a blush. She stuttered out a weak 'good morning,' but he didn't care much. He touched her shoulder, making her shudder at the light caress.

They stared at each other for what felt like ages, until she opened her mouth. But before those plump lips could form any words, he started talking.

"Did you sleep well?"

She merely nodded, and he continued.

"I'll go make some breakfast." He just hoped that he had something at home. Well, he had food in his kitchen, but he had a strong feeling that it wasn't Hinata's style at all. Such pretty girls didn't eat pizza in the morning, did they?

He opened the fridge, finding nothing but some milk and ketchup. He frowned, wondering when he had ever bought ketchup. Closing the fridge, he moved to make some coffee. The counter was clean from stuff, and Naruto wrinkled in nose in disgust.

He had cleaned every room – every corner – in his apartment yesterday, having had a lot of energy left and expecting a night guest. His night guests were not always worth cleaning for, but the ones he planned on bedding needed to see that he wasn't the slob they expected him to be.

He was too wrapped up in his own thoughts and making coffee that he didn't hear Hinata's soft footsteps as she entered his kitchen. She wore a shy, slightly guilty smile.

Yesterday had been really something for the pretty Hyuuga. She had experienced things with him that she had never even dreamt of doing. It hadn't been just a passionate, slow love-making. No. Instead of sweet cries of each others' names, there had been raspy moans and a lot of sweating. It couldn't possibly be considered love-making, but maybe something along the lines of 'very hot sex.'

The way he had made her felt... Not the silly feeling of being put up on a pedestal, no, but the feeling that he did everything he could to make this a memory – to convince her that he was the one.

Naruto flinched when she wrapped her thin arms around his waist, but she didn't notice. He closed his eyes, waiting for her to release him and back away. When she didn't, he made a grimace and turned around in her arms. She looked up, the smile still on her lips.

He looked down on her, even though she was only a few centimetres shorter than he was. He caressed her arms, stopping to grip her wrists and lead them away from his body. He gave her a fake smile, not letting her know how uncomfortable she made him feel.

"You want coffee, right?"

She blushed and nodded, and Naruto got the impression that she would eat and drink anything he offered her. He turned again, taking down two blue cups. He handed her them, and she got the hint. She put them on the table, and then waited for him to tell her what to do next. He simply ignored her, his mind screaming when his mouth wouldn't.

With the smile in place he gestured for her to sit as he poured the hot, black liquid in the cups. He still needed to make a good impression, he knew, and sat down in front of her. She was still wearing a faded blush, and wouldn't look at him. It made him feel a little annoyed – at least her cousin had been polite enough to look him in the eyes.

UAUAUA

Third meeting with Sabaku no Gaara, the Suna Estate.

There was no difference from last week. He is truly behaving as if he was made of stone. He didn't get any visitors during this week, and I think that is what made him so impassive. The only time I got something remotely to a reaction from him was when I mentioned his divorce with Uzumaki Naruto.

The way he reacted was barely visible, but at least it was something. His eyes widened a fraction and I could see that he was biting on the inside of his cheek. I don't know whether it was anger or simple frustration.

We have yet to find Uzumaki Naruto and talk to him. I think that Gaara doesn't expect us to find him either.

UAUAUA

It was at times like these, when he was thinking about his past, that he realised how grateful he was to have Kisame. Kisame, his newly found friend. His first friend.

He had never had friends before, because he never belonged. He was different from others – he couldn't speak. And the few potential friends he had ever made, he had scared away. He was arrogant and dominant – it was hard for people to tolerate his ways of being.

But now, Kisame didn't seem to mind to be order around much. He muttered at times, but otherwise he didn't seem to mind at all. And today, Kisame had said that they were going to meet his friends.

Itachi wasn't nervous, because he was used to having people either adore him or hate him. And even if they hated him, he knew it was because of jealousy. He was handsome, rich and purely perfect.

Now, driving in Kisame's ugly van, Itachi pushed those thoughts away. If he continued to think about things like that, he might end up liking the huge idiot. He glanced at Kisame, and the muscular man quickly looked back on the road when he noticed that he had been caught looking.

When they stopped in front of a big, black building, Itachi only arched a delicate eyebrow. The windows on the one store, black-painted building were covered with different curtains. It looked suspicious, but it was melted in between two other dark, much taller buildings. That way, had they not parked in front of it, Itachi wouldn't had paid the building a second thought.

As they walked from the parking lot to the discreet building, Itachi found himself wondering what kind of people Kisame was hanging out with. He didn't know if Kisame expected him to be nice and polite, but he guessed that the giant didn't care.

They reached the doors, and Kisame pushed the entrance code before opening one of the doors. He held it wide open, letting the younger man enter first. Itachi looked around, finding the hall very... He had no words to describe it, unless he was allowed to use the word 'grey' five times in one sentence.

Everything were in different shades of grey, almost disgusting him. The only colour in the room came from Kisame's ugly green jacket, which did go surprisingly well with his dark, almost blue skin.

"Follow me," Kisame instructed before using his long legs to make his way. They walked down a corridor, this painted with white walls. Kisame glanced down on him, grinning. "The place used to be a hospital. All walls used to be beige-yellow, so we painted them in white and grey. It's an improvement, trust me. And besides, we're just renting two or three rooms."

Itachi didn't bother to answer, and they soon reached a door that seemed to be a darker shade of brown than the other doors. Kisame knocked once, opening the door before someone could invite him in.

Inside, was not grey. And it wasn't white either. The walls were a soothing blue, a bright blue shine emitting from the plasma TV on the wall. There were people sitting in black leather sofas, staring at the TV that showed some kind of reality show. There was a desk by the covered window, and someone sitting in the chair by it.

The only real light came from the aquarium's lamp, casting a nice glow over the room from its position by the door, by the blue wall. Itachi took in the simple furniture, the bookshelves in dark wood just like the desk.

No one acknowledged them as they entered, and Kisame nodded towards a grey fridge. "Do you want something?" He asked, trying to be polite. Itachi would have snorted, but instead, he shook his head.

"Hi."

Itachi turned slowly at the soft voice, surprised that he could still see so well in the dimly lit room. The person whom had spoken to him was a tall man, half of his face covered by black fabric. His eyes were very small, almost glittering onyx. Few strands of long, dark hair were visible.

"You must be Uchiha." The man's voice was calm, as if he was aware of everything going on in his presence, even if he must have arrived after Itachi. "My name is Kakuzu, and you do well to remember it."

Itachi had yet to say something, but nodded once to show that he wasn't stupid.

"Let me introduce you to the rest of us, since the brat hasn't done it yet." Kakuzu didn't look old. In fact, Itachi couldn't see a single wrinkle. Yet, the man spoke like Itachi's grandfather. Before he knew it, Kakuzu had led him to the leather sofas.

There were three people in one of the sofas, and a fourth lying in the other sofa, his eyes barely open. They all looked different, as if they belonged to different groups.

"Kakuzu, you're in the way," came a whiny noise from the man lying down. Kakuzu merely grunted, as if knowing that the whiny man wasn't looking anyway. When Kakuzu didn't move, the man slowly sat up. He had grey hair, and it looked a bit greasy thanks to all the hairgel. His eyes were wide and happy, yet there was a scowl on his face.

"Hidan, this is Uchiha Itachi – Kisame's friend. Itachi-san, this is Hidan."

Itachi bowed, and Hidan chuckled before lying down again. The Uchiha didn't let his annoyance show, even though he felt as if he had been disrespected. The other three persons weren't even recognising him, and that did nothing to improve his mood.

UAUAUA

Fourth meeting with Sabaku no Gaara, the Suna Estate.

Today was nothing different from last week. I get vague reactions out of him whenever I mention Uzumaki Naruto. I think that he enjoys the fact that we're unable to find Uzumaki. I also think that he knows where Uzumaki is.

Today we spoke about marriage, but Gaara didn't even show interest when I implied that he had been very young when getting married. To many, that would have been an interest – giving a 'we were mature and responsible anyway' defence.

From now on, I'm going to visit him twice a week. We are, after all, getting closer each meeting. And, honestly, we have already done a lot of improvement.

UAUAUA

When Sasuke returned on a Wednesday to meet with Gaara for the second meeting this week – also their fifth meeting – he didn't expect much. He arrived at the correct time, got searched for weapons and drugs, before being escorted to the visiting hall where he held his sessions with Gaara.

The session went well, and nothing was out of the ordinary. Sasuke got a minor reaction out of Gaara, having vaguely insulted Uzumaki Naruto. At least it was something. And when he was walking back to the gates over the sandy ground, he saw him.

Kyuubi.

Immediately, he took off the ugly, thick frame glasses he had been wearing. He unconsciously corrected his posture, getting a better hold on the folders under his arm. And it wasn't until they were mere decimetres from each others that Kyuubi could see Sasuke properly.

"Hello there," Kyuubi said, sounding a little surprised. The surprise was soon gone, and replaced by something else that Sasuke couldn't exactly grasp. "Uchiha Sasuke..."

"Kyuubi, right?" Sasuke questioned, even though he remembered the other man perfectly. How could he forget someone that made him cum so hard by merely talking over the phone? Kyuubi looked the same – ice blue eyes, blonde hair, sunkissed skin and a delicious body.

"Right," Kyuubi confirmed with a smile. "I'm off meeting a friend. But if you can wait for ten minutes..."

"Yeah, sure," Sasuke blurted out. He frowned, wondering if it was the sun, or if he was simply going insane. Since when did he agree with something without hearing the entire offer? But then, he spoke again, to confirm both Kyuubi and himself. "I'll wait."

Kyuubi grinned. "Nice. I'll be done in ten minutes." He gave Sasuke a two-finger salute and winked before heading to the visiting hall. Sasuke sighed, shaking his head to himself as he slowly walked to his car. The heat must have gotten to him.

UAUAUA

Naruto walked out of the visiting hall, ignoring the praising yells a few prisoners threw after him. They knew that he usually came around to give Gaara a nice time, and therefore never hesitated to come with crude suggestions of their own.

As he came closer to the gates, he smirked upon seeing that Uchiha there, leaning against the wall, waiting for him. He didn't look very enthusiastic about having to wait, but Naruto would soon change that. After all, he hadn't had a real good time in over a week. The Hyuuga girl had been merely business, just like her cousin.

"Hi there," Naruto smiled seductively, trying to be as inviting as he always was. He bit his lower lip, the smile still there as Sasuke pushed himself off the wall.

"Did you take the bus here?"

"Yup," he answered honestly. Sasuke nodded slowly, as if wondering who in their right minds would ever want to take the actual prison bus with a bunch of convicts to a prison in the middle of the desert. "Do ride a nice car, Sasuke?"

Sasuke glanced at him, and they were let out through the metal doors to the other side, where the parking lot for visitors was. "It's good enough." Sasuke led him to a black, sleek car. Even here, in the hot, white desert, it seemed to melt in. What a boring car.

Inside, the smell of new car reached his nostrils. In Naruto's car – relatively new, mind you – the smell wasn't as pleasant, seeing as he liked to smoke while driving. And a few of his friends often brought food, adding to the smell.

"It's nice," Naruto murmured to himself, making himself comfortable in the leather seat. Sasuke started the car, backing out from the line of other, uglier cars. Naruto leaned back, looking at the Uchiha as he drove out on the dirt road that would take them to road twenty-six.

Sasuke was wearing a concentrated face; the corner of his lips pointing down slightly, and his eyebrows knitted together. But Naruto suspected that it wasn't the driving that Sasuke was focusing on. Maybe he was thinking about something – perhaps the session that he had had with his patient.

He was so wrapped up in watching Sasuke's very handsome face that he didn't even notice that Sasuke was casting glances his way. They had reached road twenty-six, speeding up drastically and going straight forward. In this pace, they would reach Sunagakure's centre in less than half an hour.

"Buckle up."

"Huh?" Naruto blinked, having been too busy watching Sasuke that he didn't notice the psychiatrist's glare. Sasuke didn't repeat himself, but instead looked back on the road. Naruto noticed how Sasuke held the steering wheel; two hands – a quarter to three, his knuckles almost whitening further from his firm grip.

"If you don't wear your seatbelt, you'll probably die if we crash," Sasuke muttered.

Naruto smirked, leaning back, crossing his arms. "Then don't crash."

"I'm serious," Sasuke said. His voice was a tad colder than Naruto had expected, but he didn't mind.

"So am I."

To Be Continued

A/N: Sorry for the delay! Prom night last night – am I tired or what? – and tomorrow I'm going to Gröna Lund. I hope you'll take your time to review. Just send a small, encouraging line, ne? Seriously dig y'all, guys. Much love from Sweden.