The world is filled with people, capable of doing terrible things.
One of them is revenge. One of the worst kinds is when an innocent person is involved. In order to bring someone down, hurt someone closes to them. But what if a person didn't have anyone close to them at all and yet still be untouchable. No one is untouchable, everyone has secrets and nothing stays secret forever.
There was something in the air that late day. The pressure was rising and the time went slower by the minute.
The blond haired boy stood by the iron school fence, his hands tucked inside his pockets, keeping them warm. Between his lips was a newly lit cigarette. He finished the last one five seconds ago. On the ground were many more finished ones. He had been standing there for hours, eagerly awaiting twelve o'clock. The lunch break followed, leaving both the students and teachers free. That way, he could have a private conversation in an empty classroom and still have some sort of backup from the hallways if things were to get too loud.
As the first few students walked out of the school, to sit on the benches in front of the great gray building, the boy walked right past them in the opposite direction. None of them even noticed that he was there. His anger was at a maximum level and the only thing keeping him from bursting into an uncontrollable rage was the thought of peace that he will feel when it will all be over. He felt like the pressure was getting to him and everything around him was moving slower.
Keep calm he kept reminding himself. Panicking now would not help him. Slowly but surely he made his way to the teacher's lounge. He stood in front of the brown wooden door with the silver engraving on it and thought of exactly what to say that would make him look more intimidating. Naruto wasn't the toughest kid in school, but he knew how to hold his ground. And the fact that Kakashi was a bit taller than him didn't really help him. With a deep breath, he knocked on the door and waited.
A few moments later, finally, the door opened. To his surprise, it wasn't Kakashi. It was a teacher whose name her never really remembered. The man was wearing a dark green suit and his eyebrows were like bushes. When he saw Naruto, he smiled widely.
"Ah! You must be Naruto!" he exclaimed and showed a thumbs up. The boy got confused as he looked at him.
"You must be wondering how I know?! Well let me tell you; I am the amazing, Guy sensei!" he practically screamed and gained the attention of those walking by. In an awkward moment he cleared his throat and started to speak more normally.
"So, how can I help you?"
"I'm...looking for Kakashi sensei." The blond teen stuttered. Guy looked disappointed for a moment but tried to brush it off.
"Oh he's not here. He has a week of vacation. But shouldn't you know that, being his student and all?"
"Yeah...uh, I was sick for the last few days. I didn't know. Well thanks anyways sensei." With that the boy left, leaving the green man behind wondering many things.
He headed up to the roof, the only place so far where no one ever goes to. The door shut behind him as he punched the concrete wall.
"Son of a bitch!" he yelled out. A few seconds later did he realize that he had punched a wall.
"Ouch! Damn it!" He cried out in pain.
Great, now I broke my fucking hand. No matter how he put it. Kakashi sensei had him under control. Anyway that he could fight back would end up hurting Sasuke again.
There had to be a way, the man had to have a weakness. Everyone has one, but what was it? Nobody is innocent, that's for sure.
He kept squeezing his fist together, praying that it's not really broken when from the corner of his eye, saw a figure approach him.
"Naruto?" he figure spoke. The teen turned around and saw Iruka sensei standing before him.
"Huh, sensei? What are you doing here?" he asked surprisingly. Only a few people in the school know how to unlock the door on the roof and never did any of them actually go up here, let alone see a teacher wonder up.
"I should ask you the same question!" The man hid something behind his back.
"The same as you..." He reached into his pocket for a box of cigs. With his thumb he opened it and bit into one and pulled it out. He lighted it and threw the lighter to Iruka, who stared at the boy for a good few seconds before lighting one himself.
Both sat down by the wall and Iruka took a look at the teen's hand.
"Hmmm..."
"Well?"
"It's not broken...but I'd still put ice on it."
"Good." He pulled back his arm.
The dead silence took over as the two were both deep in thoughts.
"Hey, sensei?" Naruto started "Have you ever been in love?" he asked right out of the blue.
"Heh of course!" the man cried out "Why I remember when I was in college, this girl..." he stopped for a moment to clear his throat "Khem. Yes, I've been. Why? Girlfriend problems?"
"...Something like that."
"I see." He mumbled "Have you tried talking about it?"
"Yeah. Didn't exactly work out."
"Well." The man fixed his sitting position and took one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out. "You can always talk to me about it." He continued. Naruto only smirked to that comment.
"Thanks, but I don't think you'd understand." The man seemed offended by that sentence and threw a serious look on his face.
"Naruto. I knew you since you were a small boy. And I was once your age too. Whatever it is, you can tell me." The teen didn't say anything for a while.
"I...like guys, sensei." He took a drag and looked the other way.
"Huh?" he could tell it took the man by surprise. Sure, he hasn't seen him with a girl, but he would never have assumed.
"What are you...saying...?"
"I'm gay, Sensei. I'm a fag, a cocksucker and all that crap!" he cried out.
"Naruto..." the man mumbled. He stayed quiet before speaking again.
"But, why..."
"Why haven't I told you this any sooner?" he cut him off. "Because I doubt you'd understand. Then everyone else would know and it would fuck everything up even more. Getting expelled and all of that. Doesn't matter anymore now."
"You're wrong." Said the man "It doesn't matter if you're gay or not. Only relationships between students are forbidden, since it's a private school." The blond one nodded and shrugged at the same time, leaving the man to find the answer himself.
"Oh I see." He finally got the big picture.
"It's Sasuke, isn't it?" Naruto slightly twitched but pretended like he was adjusting his sitting position.
"How'd you know?"
"He's the only one I've ever see you talk to. I just assumed."
You're a true Sherlock aren't you? He thought to himself.
"You...won't tell anyone, will you?" he pulled his knees up to his chin and put his arms around them. The man sighed.
"Come on, sensei!" the boy cried out "I trusted you and I told you! Please, do the same for me. You're the only one I can trust around here." He made a movement with his arm towards his sensei.
"Naruto...have I ever betrayed you like that?" the man asked and gained his attention. "Sure, I'll keep your secret." He nodded and smiled.
"Thank you..." the boy said under his breath.
"Does anyone else know? In the school I mean."
"...Kakashi..." Iruka sensei scratched his head.
"That could be a problem. You have my word but I can't speak for Kakashi. He always had a problem with such students. And if he knew that I was informed about this as well and didn't come forth, it could mean problems for me.
"I just need a little time." Naruto stood up, heading for the door.
"What are you going to do?" the man asked.
"I don't know." He flapped his arms "I'll figure something out. I always do."
That you do... Iruka thought. Just as the boy left he stopped him.
"Kakashi wasn't always a teacher you know."
"So?"
"It's rumored that he worked for Uzumaki and Uchiha corp." That stopped him in his place. He turned around and got closer to sensei.
"W-what? A rumor?"
"Okay, I looked at his files when he got the job here."
"N-no...no that can't be true, he's a teacher!" Iruka shrugged.
"I can't prove it. But if he really did, there are papers for it."
Papers...the file room!
"Now, you didn't hear this from me but..." he was cut off by Naruto leaping over to him and hugging him. He held him tightly for a moment.
"Thank you, sensei." With that the boy quickly pulled away and ran downstairs.
This was it, this was his in. He knew he could trust sensei, he always could and he finally came through. Now the teen was pumped up more than ever, his heart raced and his legs moved fast to reach his home. After a long run he finally got there, out of breath but that wasn't important now. He entered. On his phone, he dialed a number and put it on speaker. By throwing it on his bed, he opened the closet to look for some clothes.
"Uzumaki Enterprise. How can I help you?" said a female voice on the other end.
"My name is Naruto Uzumaki. I'd like to speak to Jiraiya."
"Right away, sir." It took only a few seconds before the man answered.
"Well this is a surprise. What's the occasion?" Jiraiya was quickly connected to the other side. He hasn't spoken to the man in months and since last Christmas Eve he stopped receiving calls about leaving school and coming to work for the company.
"I need you to send a car for me...I need to look over some of my father's files."
"Huh?" The man said surprisingly "Your father's files? Why on earth would you need that?"
"Just send the car. I'll explain once I get there."
"Fine, fine." The phone call ended there as Naruto hung up.
He looked at himself in the mirror, wearing a black suit with a white shirt underneath. He fixed his tie firmly as he took a deep breath. He glanced over his desk, where a picture of Sasuke was framed in. Taking it in his hands, he ran his fingers through it.
Hold on Sasuke, just a bit more. I swear I'll make him pay.
I'm alone Sasuke thought to himself when he woke up the next day. He slept long again. He himself didn't understand how one could sleep for so long and not wake up once. It was like being frozen in time and everything else passed in the blink of an eye.
The boy got up and sat on the edge of his bed. His mind wondered like crazy. He was lost and ashamed.
"I need air." He said to himself and proceeded to get dressed. Just before leaving his apartment he grabbed a hat and put it on his head. The feeling of everyone knowing what had happened was too great. It was just paranoia, but even that can cause problems.
The cold windy breeze swooped past him with light force, making his face cold. The leaves on the ground made a crunching sound as he stepped on them, one by one. Snow has yet to come this year. Will it make him as happy as it did the last time? He sure hoped so.
Passing by the road he glanced at the crystal clear water down at the riverbank. He used the stairs and went down to it, where he sat right on the ground and watched it flow.
He grabbed his phone multiple times wanting to call Naruto but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He felt like he had betrayed him. He kept blaming himself. Why would he want to talk to him anyways? He was probably angry.
"I have to talk to him." He said to himself. They'd stick together no matter what, he remembered that much.
The boy stood up and started walking again. He had to go see him no matter what. It was only a fifteen minute walk from the river he was at. During the way he must have smoked at least five cigarettes he was so nervous.
He finally arrived at the place and took one deep breath after putting out the cig. Carefully he made his way up to the stairs and knocked on the door.
There was no answer. He knocked again and continued to wait.
When there was no answer he tried opening the door but to his surprise, it was locked.
"Locked?" he said to himself. Reaching for the spare key, he opened the front door and entered. He took his shoes off and searched the apartment. There was no sign of Naruto anywhere. In his room, the closet door was opened and some clothes were on the floor.
I wonder where he went
With each passing moment, he got impatient. He tried calling the blond one's cell phone but couldn't get through. He had reached the feeling of being completely abandoned.
On the far right side of the desk he saw his own photo in a silver frame. He smiled when he saw it. He didn't know when the picture had been taken and needless to say, he didn't really mind.
Sasuke put down the picture and sat on Naruto's bed. It brought back memories. Good memories. Unwittingly he lied down on the bed, his head resting on the soft pillow with clouds drawn on it.
Naruto's scent was still there. It was comforting but not enough by a long shot. He hugged the pillow close to him. He hated the way he felt; helpless, like a little kid.
He was in that position for a good hour. He hardly noticed that it passed. He'd been waiting for Naruto but to no avail. He didn't come back home that night.
Just as Sasuke rose up, preparing to leave there came a knock on the door. He didn't think twice before going to the entrance and opening it. In front of him stood a tall man with gray hair.
"Y-you!" Sasuke stuttered, shocked in place.
"Me." The man answered.
In front of the boy stood Kakashi Hatake; the same man who caused him so much pain and fear. What was he doing here now? How did he know Naruto lived here?
"W-What do you want?!" the raven haired boy barely took one step backwards. That was all that he could manage.
"Where's Naruto?" the man asked casually.
"He's not here, get lost!" he yelled and wanted to shut the door but the man stopped it with his hand.
"I think you should watch your manners." The man said and pushed the door wide open, forcing Sasuke to take another step backwards.
The boy was angry but also scared. He hated the feeling and doubted that he'd ever behave that way, but it was happening and he didn't know what to do.
The man took a step into the apartment when Sasuke tried to stop him.
"Stop!" he yelled "I'll call the cops!"
"Oh? And what will you tell them?"
"I'll-I'll tell them the truth! Y-You raped me!"
"Rape? I did no such thing." Kakashi took a few steps closer "As far as I remember it, you came to me willingly. Sat on my bed and asked me to do it." He smiled from the corner of his mouth.
As the boy walked backwards, Kakashi walked towards him, closing the door behind him as they walked in.
"I'll ask again, where is Naruto?"
"I don't know! He's not here!" Kakashi looked left and right through the apartment. The boy was telling the truth.
"G-Get out you rapist!" Sasuke yelled. The man was clearly offended.
"I told you to watch your manners!" Kakashi cried out and slapped Sasuke, making him fall backwards into the bedroom.
The man entered the bedroom himself and came close to the boy. He grabbed him by the shirt collar and held him close.
"Why is it that you always piss me off so much?" Sasuke tried to pull away, but didn't have the strength.
"Now, are you going to apologize?" Kakashi asked intimidating. The boy was held in an awkward position. He wasn't standing, nor was he lying on the floor. The man was holding him just a little above the floor, so their eyes could meet.
"I'm-I'm sorry." He mumbled.
"I didn't hear you."
"I'm sorry." He repeated, this time a bit louder.
"Not good enough." He lifted the boy up so he could stand, and then lightly moved him towards the nearest wall. He pressed him against it and stared at his face.
"You know, I'm willing to forgive you for this; calling me a rapist and such." He hit the wall next to Sasuke's head with his palm, making a loud noise.
"If I was a rapist, I'd cause you much more pain than you could handle. But I'm not going to do that." He grabbed a spiky piece of Sasuke's hair and played with it.
"W-why are you doing this?" he stuttered.
"Why?" the man asked amused "I suffered because of the Uchiha and now an Uchiha will suffer because of that." He lightly jabbed his knee onto Sasuke's private area.
"Now, what will you do to apologize?" Sasuke started sobbing but not crying. He couldn't cry. He wanted to be strong and in a way he managed to do that.
"N-No!" the boy cried out "Not that again!" He grabbed onto Kakashi's hand that was still gripping his shirt collar.
"I promise to be gentle this time." He whispered into his ear and leaned his own body onto the boy's. With one of his hands he unbuckled Sasuke's belt and pushed his pants down, making them fall to the ground.
"Hmm, you're already hard." Kakashi said as he groped the raven haired boy's member through his boxer shorts. His hand then moved under the shirt, teasing his abs and his nipples slowly.
"Ugh, n-no!" he cried out already excited but still resisting a bit.
"Shhh." Kakashi tried to calm him down. "I was rough, I admit it. This is my apology; I'll make you feel good." The man's hand slid into the teen's underwear, lightly touching his erect member.
The boy was shaking but his grip loosened, he couldn't fight back; his body had betrayed him.
Kakashi pulled down Sasuke's underwear, revealing the boy's erection. He moved his hand around it and started stroking up and down. With his other hand, he started playing with Sasuke's hair.
Subconsciously he let out a loud, satisfying moan.
No, no! What am I doing?! He kept thinking to himself but couldn't help it.
Kakashi's fingers moved to the boy's face, caressing his cheeks. His face became bright red, out of embarrassment, out of shame.
"Now, just like I promised." Kakashi said and crouched down. He continued to stroke the member a few more times before opening his mouth and putting it in.
"Agh!" Sasuke cried out. He gripped Kakashi's shirt as hard as he could.
S-so hot!
He held it in his mouth for a few seconds before he continued. Sasuke looked like he was about to orgasm any second now. It was unpredictable. The boy couldn't help but move his hips back and forth. He said no but his body said yes. He didn't have it under control anymore; it was too much for him.
Kakashi continued the job, sucking, licking, moving his mouth up and down. It was going on faster and faster, it was just a matter of time before Sasuke would blow his load. He tried to hold back desperately, but to no avail. Kakashi's free hand moved from Sasuke's leg all the way back to his butt cheek and squeezed.
The boy moaned again. Suddenly, the man's finger slipped in between the boy's rear opening and with it, into his hole.
Sasuke jumped in surprise and reached an orgasm.
"Aaagh!" he cried out as he ejaculated into Kakashi's mouth. He kept shaking until it stopped squirting out of him.
The man spitted some of it on the floor then rose up to Sasuke's height. With his hand he pulled back on his hair, making his head rise up as he leaned in and pressed his own mouth against his, letting him taste his own cum.
When Kakashi finally pulled back, Sasuke spat out what he could of it.
"P-please, no more!" he cried out tirelessly.
"That's a little unfair isn't it?" the man began to speak "I make you feel good, what about me?" There was silence between the two for a short moment.
"F-Fine, I'll give you a blowjob." Sasuke looked to the side, giving up. He just wanted it to be over soon.
"Who's talking about a blowjob?" Kakashi chuckled. The boy jumped in surprise as the man grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around, making him face the wall.
"Put your hands on the wall." He said commandingly.
"N-no." he started sobbing again. He knew what was coming next. Nevertheless he subconsciously put his hands on the wall.
The man spread Sasuke's legs a bit widely and pulled his rear a bit closer to him. He caressed it at first then he took a bit of sperm from Sasuke's member and lubricated the entrance.
The boy was shaking and sobbing.
"Don't worry. Seeing how you're so obedient, I'll be gentle this time around. Resist and I'll have to be rough. Understand?"
Sasuke nodded in submission. He grit his teeth and closed his eyes, his pride was taken away but he would not allow himself to be broken.
The man finally pulled down his own pants, exposing his full erection. He teased Sasuke's hole a bit, mainly just making it smoother to enter with his pre-cum. He spread the boy's butt cheeks as he placed his member onto the entrance. Slowly but surely, he stuck it all in, in one go.
"Gah!" Sasuke cried out and desperately tried to hold onto something but couldn't. He was frozen in place as he felt the entire meat inside of him. Kakashi stayed still as well, he could not believe how tight the 18-year old was. He grabbed Sasuke's hips as he started to thrust in and out slowly.
The boy kept gritting his teeth; he had an angry face on and was try to keep quiet.
Kakashi kept thrusting harder and harder, his hands played with the raven haired boy's smooth body, caressing him.
Somewhere in the middle of the action, Sasuke started panting and moaning again. His hard on was back but Kakashi was relentless to take care of it. He didn't care; he did what he thought he must.
Instead he just continued to thrust harder until the boy couldn't keep silent any longer. He let out a small yelp sound but quickly covered his mouth with his hand. Kakashi suddenly stopped. The held his breath for what seemed like forever.
"Don't worry." The man suddenly whispered into his ear "Just keep quiet." He grabbed hold of both Sasuke's hands and pulled them backwards. Now they were both standing straight up, making the connection between them tighter. The boy grit his teeth as hard as he could, now he could not cover his mouth. Kakashi continued thrusting. It continued hurting. However it didn't seem to last that long as the man did it even faster before making one last hard thrust. Sasuke felt hot liquid inside him.
Kakashi stayed inside him for a while, until he became a bit soft again then took out his member.
The raven haired boy panted tirelessly. He leaned on the wall so he could keep his balance. His legs were shaking and his rear was hurting again, but he wasn't crying.
The older man dressed himself.
"Well, apology accepted." He said "I still need to find Naruto though." He continued.
"I told you, I don't know where he is!" Sasuke cried out as he got dressed and leaned backwards on the wall. "What do you want with him, anyways?" he later asked.
"That's for me to know." The man quickly answered. His right hand traveled up to Sasuke's neck and lightly squeezed it.
"I hope you won't mention this visit to your lover like you did the last time, otherwise, I won't be so nice." He smirked and finally let go. He made his way out of the room and let himself out, the front door closing behind him.
Sasuke slowly and carefully sat down on the floor, burying his head into his knees. He punched the floor out of rage a few times until his fist started hurting. He still did not cry. He didn't want to.
"I need a shower." He said to himself.
"We'll arrive in about 5 min." said the driver at the wheel of the car. Naruto was sitting on the back seat, looking out the window.
"That'll be fine." He answered. It has been years since he was last at the company, even though he promised himself he won't return until he was at least 30, he was forced to go back on his word.
The buildings in the center city were tall, reaching up to the sky. For some reason, Naruto never really missed any of them; the shops, pubs, cafe's, none of them.
Five minutes later, exactly as the driver said they reached the tall building known as Uzumaki Enterprises. His father's and mother's companies were joined under one name. And he owned them both.
The blond teen stepped out of the vehicle and fixed his suit a bit. He sighed, not because he was nervous but because he was annoyed. The glass sliding doors opened and he entered.
Inside all the staff workers stopped in place to greet him. They knew who he was, without going out of the way to introduce himself. At the main desk stood the old man, wearing an expensive suit that never really fit him that well nor did he actually liked it.
"Naruto." The man said.
"Jiraiya." The boy replied.
"Decided to stop by I see. How are things?"
"Could be better." He said and looked around him. "Is there somewhere we could talk more...privately?"
"Yeah, sure." The old man led Naruto to the elevators, which they used to get to the very top of the building. Down a short hallway they reached dual doors, shut tight.
Jiraiya grabbed a keycard from his pocket and slid it through the scanner, immediately opening the doors. Inside the doors was a large empty space. When the company was built, Naruto's father didn't manage to fill it before his death and it was left untouched for years.
At the very end of the place by the big windows there was a very large desk made out of fine dark wood. A big black leather chair was placed behind it. It was still tipped to the right, just as it was left.
Naruto approached the table and ran his fingers through it.
"This...was my father's desk?" he asked. It was the first time seeing it.
"It was." Jiraiya answered, keeping his hands in his pockets. "Everything was left the way Minato left it." He continued.
Naruto nodded silently. He sat on the edge of the desk and looked at Jiraiya.
"I need access to all my father's files." He finally said. Jiraiya looked puzzled for a moment.
"Well as much as I want to help you, I can't do that." He answered.
"What? Why not?"
"Well because you're not employed here. I cannot give access to just anyone."
"This was my father's company, which means it's now mine." Naruto stood up furiously.
"Naruto, I understand that." Jiraiya tried to explain "But what you don't understand is that I can't." he pointed over to the right, to the steel door which required a keycard to open.
"All of Minato's files are in there. Even I don't have access to them, after all it's not my company, and I'm just a substitute."
Naruto stood up, shaking his head.
"Then who can give me access?" he asked.
"Well the only one who can access the safe is you. You're the only heir to the company after your father, but in order to gain access to all the information and such you have to take on the company." Jiraiya explained. Naruto kept shaking his head in denial. It wasn't going as well as he thought it would go.
"Are you sure there's no other way?" he sighted.
"I'm afraid not." Both stayed quiet for a bit. "Naruto, what's this about anyways?"
"Huh?" the teen popped his head up. He was in a deep state of thinking.
"You swore you wouldn't step foot in here until you were an old man, now you're here one day demanding full access. Something must have happened." The teen didn't answer. He turned around and looked out the big window.
"You wouldn't understand." He said. Jiraiya sighted loudly and wanted to say something but his words were cut off.
"This is something I need to do personally." The blond one walked back to the table and sat on the big chair, leaning on it backwards.
"How fast can you set up a meeting?" he said.
"With the board of administrators? About 2 hours." The man shrugged. The look in Naruto's eyes looked serious. Was he really going to take on the company?
"Do it." The teen grabbed a cigarette pack from his pocket and lighted one. From the side of the desk he took a pen and a sheet of paper and started writing something on it.
It was safe to say that Naruto didn't like one bit of this. He didn't know the first thing of leading a company nor how to be a proper boss, but Iruka sensei seemed to be onto something. If Kakashi really did work here, why did he become a teacher? It was bizarre and completely out of character; but it needed to be done. In a way it was funny, how much a person would do for their loved one, even go to such ridiculous lengths as becoming one of the suits. Nice suit, leather briefcase, polished shoes. This will be the only known reality in just a matter of time, but if it meant he won't be alone then there is no point in even thinking about other options.
A little over two hours passed as the meeting room was filled with people who were summoned. Each of them had their own specific job, what that job was Naruto had no idea of. The teen walked in, passed all the men and sat at the very end of the meeting table, where the big cheese would usually sit. Jiraiya would stand at the side of Naruto like a personal assistant; the people didn't know who the boy was.
"Jiraiya who is this boy?" the only bald man in the room said and pointed at the blond teen with his pen. Another suit joined in.
"I didn't realize it was bring your grandson to work day." The man looked around as his colleagues laughed with amusement. Jiraiya cleared his throat, placing his hand on Naruto's shoulder.
"This is Naruto Uzumaki. Minato's son." He said out loud.
Silence filled the room. The bald man's glasses slipped off his nose in the middle of making a puzzled face.
"Minato's son?" he fixed his glasses "My god, you've grown!" he exclaimed, now having a completely different attitude.
"The boy would-" his words were cut off.
"I would like to take over my father's company. Effective immediately." They all looked at each other again. A woman from the back stood up, expressing her opinion.
"What?!" she cried out "Jiraiya, why weren't we informed of this before hand?"
Jiraiya wanted to answer but Naruto cut him off again, this time standing up as well.
"Because that's how my decision was!" he raised his voice "This was my father's company and now it's mine. I make the decisions from now on and as a matter of fact maybe I'll also decide that we have too much staff in here." He really didn't want that to sound like a threat but it did. Needless to say he didn't really care at that moment. He wanted to get his point across clean.
"And from now on direct all your questions to me." He added.
The woman sat down silently. The bald man spoke once more; it was well obvious that he was the main voice of all of them.
"Well Mr. Uzumaki, sir...I think what my colleague was trying to say is that, there is paper work to be signed here, and then there is paper work to be done on our side. This job also requires a lot of work and seeing how you're still a student that can prove to be difficult."
"No. School has nothing to do with it anymore. From now on I will concentrate only on leading the company. Now if you don't mind, you said there are some papers that need signing?" The boy sat back down and Jiraiya sighted silently. A few of the men opened their briefcases and took out various important looking papers. They handed them to each other, each giving their own signature. It was almost funny how they all carried the important papers with them and complain about it.
The papers flew from one person to the next line trains cart; always adding a bit more with each passing person. Finally it reached the boy. He took a pen from the table and began signing them one by one multiple times. At the end all that was needed was Jiraiya's signature, showing that he's signing everything over to Naruto.
"Well I think we're done here. We'll finish the rest and fax them to you in a few days." The bald man said.
He offered his hand to Naruto, which he was reluctant to shake at first. From his briefcase he took out a still sealed envelope with the company's logo on the corner of it. It was about twice the size of a normal envelope.
"This is all that your father entrusted us with." He said as he handed it over "We look forward to working with you, Uzumaki sir."
He offered his hand once more, and then all of them went their separate ways. The teen and the old man stayed in the meeting room quietly.
"So, Mr. Uzumaki." Jiraiya said sarcastically "I guess I'm fired now?"
"Don't be an idiot." The teen responded. "You still work here. Still have the same pay as before."
"Doing what? Being your secretary?" The man flapped his arms, obviously upset.
"You'll still do the same job." Naruto stood up "I did what I had to." He grabbed the envelope and started walking away.
"What is this for anyways? What made you suddenly decide to take on a job you have absolutely no knowledge of?" Naruto hit the table with his palm. "I did what I had to!" he yelled angrily "This is something I have to do!"
"This is about Sasuke isn't it?! What does he have to do with this?!" Jiraiya started yelling back. There was flame between them.
"That's my business!"
"It's my business as well! Who the hell do you think kept running this company all these years?"
"This has nothing to do with the company or you! It's about what's in that god damn safe that I can't get into!"
"You didn't answer my question!" Naruto was stunned for a moment but his angry face was still on. "Is this because of Sasuke?"
"...yes." the boy answered after a short pause, calmer this time.
"I knew it!" the man exclaimed and flapped his arms once more. He leaned on the table, shaking his head. "Look, what you do in your time is no business of mine, but when you start to fuck up with the company it makes it my business. What could possibly be so important in that safe that you would need to do this? And how could this be connected to the Uchiha at all?!"
It was weird. The blond teen's mind wondered for a moment. When you actually think about it, how could this be connected to anything at all?
"Sasuke...got hurt." He answered "and the one, who did it, is still out there. I heard a rumor that he used to work here, years ago."
Jiraiya calmed down. He thought about it for a moment. He still didn't think it was a good enough reason. If anything, he thought it was stupid but he wasn't quite prepared to say it out loud.
"What do you need from me?" he decided to be helpful.
"Coffee, lots of it." Naruto walked out of the meeting room and headed back to now, his office. He made his way past the desk and to the steel door. Opening the envelope, it revealed a keycard and a letter inside. The keycard was the only thing he grabbed, he'd figure that he'd read whatever said inside later on. He threw the letter onto his desk and opened the door.
The cold steel door made a loud squeaky sound while it opened and revealed its treasures. Inside were plain white walls, a bit darkened by time. By the walls were many filing cabinets but it was nearly impossible to distinguish the alphabetical order of them or the type of documents that were inside. There were also papers on the floor, piles of them. After all, it was both documents for Uzumaki and Namikaze Enterprises.
"I think I'm going to be here for a while." He said to himself.
Hours passed by and it was somewhere in the middle of the night. Jiraiya entered the office, carrying a tray with two coffee cups on it. He had been doing so nearly every two hours.
Papers were spread from the desk to the safe room only a few meters away. He entered and sat down on a chair, placing the tray on the small table in the corner next to him. Naruto was on his knees, looking through each paper individually. The bags under his eyes grew darker with each passing hour. He was tired. They were both tired.
"Need any help?" the man asked him.
"No." the teen replied quickly. The man shrugged and took a pack of cigarettes from his inner pocket. Just as he was about to light one he got confronted by the boy.
"If you want to smoke, go outside." He said. It paralyzed the man for a moment "You might burn something, and the fire alarm will go off." Jiraiya glanced at the ceiling above him to see a small round box placed in the corner. He was surprised that a safe room this old even had one. Relentlessly he put the cigarettes away as he sighed.
"Found anything yet?" he asked.
"No." the boy replied again.
"Listen. I know this is important to you. But just what do you think you'll achieve by finding this person's files in the company he used to work in? Blackmail him?" The boy gave it some thought for a moment in silence.
"Then I'll know more about him. I can use something against him. Everyone has secrets."
"We don't write 'write down your secrets here' on the job application. And just how do you plan on doing that?"
"By curing the disease not the symptom. I can take care of Sasuke later on."
"And just why do you think this is your problem?" The boy twitched to that comment. It started to irritate him but he wouldn't show it.
"Because I should have been there. It's partly my fault. I fucked up and now I'm trying to fix it."
"Hah!" the man chuckled in amusement. Naruto looked at him by the corner of his eye.
"What?" he asked.
"I should have been there, I fucked up." He mocked him. "If you'd actually wanted to do something for him you would be there right now. Instead you're here, searching for something that you're not even sure will be of any use to you or not. You're not doing this for him; you're doing it for yourself, so you won't feel that you didn't do anything at all." The man crossed his arms and looked away. He didn't know why he got too emotional in it. He couldn't care less about the Uchiha but he wouldn't wish them harm either.
Naruto grit his teeth in anger, his lips covering them. He didn't want to admit it but the old man was right. He was being selfish and not being there when Sasuke needed him the most.
It was another two hours later that the boy finally stumbled upon what he was looking for. Or so he thought.
"I think I got it!" Naruto would exclaim, quickly standing up and knocking over a pile of papers nearby. Jiraiya jumped as he was awoken by the shout.
"Huh, what happened?" he asked confused.
"I think I found it!" the boy would repeat. He walked over to his desk and opened the file. To his surprise there were maybe 3 papers inside it. He started reading it silently, almost whispering to himself, with his eyes spread widely with each sentence. Jiraiya walked out of the safe room as well, yawning and brushing his eye. One good look at the boy and he knew something wasn't right. His curiously serious face that he had on just a minute ago was now gone and replaced with a disappointed one. The boy leaned back onto his chair, to sum up everything.
"What's wrong?" Jiraiya asked and stepped closer.
"This is useless to me."
"What?"
"This is useless." He squeezed the paper that he held in his hand, crumbling it. With his other hand he crunched it into a ball and threw it across the table. "It's just a formality paper." He continued and leaned on the table, burying his face into his palms. "What the fuck was I thinking coming here? I need personal info not this crap." The old man shrugged. What else was he expecting? This is a company not a library.
He put his hand on Naruto's shoulder, trying to somehow comfort him.
"Look why don't you go home? You're burned out, take a rest. Sitting here isn't going to do you much good." The boy nodded, agreeing with the man.
"Yeah." He stood up and shook his head "You're...you're right. I should...get some sleep or something." Grabbing his coat, he slowly headed for the door. It will be morning in about two hours anyways. His mind was blank. He was too tired, too confused.
"Hey, hold on." The voice behind him called out. Turning around, he saw Jiraiya holding the crumbled piece of paper, reading it.
"Hatake Kakashi. I know him." In the flash of a second, Naruto's stomach just grew a few sizes smaller. It squeezed hard and it wouldn't let go.
"What?!" he cried out. "You know him?" The suit jacket fell to the floor as the boy approached Jiraiya.
"Yeah, I do." His vision shifted from the paper to the boy.
"Well?! Tell me more!" Naruto demanded.
"He worked close with your father. There was a rumor that he would have been the one to inherit the company after Minato retired and before you would take over. I think Minato was sure of it."
"What? No way!" he didn't want to accept it. There's no way that man could inherit it or be that close to his father, right?
"There's no way. What happened?"
"Well, he was fired as far as I remember."
"Fired? Fired for what?"
"Hmmm..." the man thought about it for a moment. Thinking if he should indeed tell the boy or not. If Kakashi was his enemy, it's not going to be easy. "Rumor was that he was selling company secrets."
"Company secrets, to whom?"
"Uchiha corp." Jiraiya said bluntly as he shifted his view away from Naruto.
Naruto froze. Selling company secrets? It all sounded like it was from a lame soap opera. That's why Jiraiya didn't like the Uchiha very much.
"So he got fired, right?" the teen asked.
"Yeah...he was upset about it. We all were. The fool got drunk that night and drove his car of the road. He got off with a few broken ribs, but his fiancé didn't make it."
"F-fiancé." He stuttered. It was really turning out like some lame soap opera. Like a joke. "So why isn't he in jail?"
"Ah, they say it wasn't his fault. He was drunk, sure, but they say another driver was involved. He got off with minimal charges. After that big companies wouldn't hire him. It was practically over."
Selling secrets, drunk driving, death, revenge. Somehow the man managed to put all that behind him. Well, some of it anyways. No one knew and no one asked any questions. Did Naruto just hit a gold mine?
"I need to go." Said the teen, picked up his jacket and was on his way out of the place.
"Where are you going?"
"Home, to sleep." The glass doors shut behind him as a train of thought came rushing through his mind.
I'd almost feel sorry for him if he wasn't such a bastard he though. I better make a call. Grabbing his phone, he called the only person he could, Itachi. After a few rings he was finally connected through.
"Do you know what time it is?!" a voice shouted on the other line.
"About four in the morning." Naruto answered.
"Who's this?"
"It's Naruto."
"Ah!" There was some sort of noise in the background. A lot of rustling and what sounded like glasses falling over.
"Hello?" The boy called out to him.
"Ah yes. Anyways." He cleared his throat "I assume there's a reason that you're calling me this early?"
"Yeah. We have to meet."
"Well my schedule-"
"Now, Itachi. We have to meet right now."
"Ugh. Right now? What's this about?"
"It's about Sasuke."
There was a moment of silence after mentioning his brother.
"What about Sasuke?" his voice has now become more serious, but still a bit raspy and tired.
"Meet me at the East end of the Konoha grand bridge. Down by the riverside."
"The riverside? Right now?"
"Yes right now!" The boy shouted into the phone.
"...I'll be there in about half hour."
"See you then." The boy put the phone back into his pocket and entered the elevator he was so eagerly awaiting. It started moving downwards as he leaned on the side of it and let out a big sigh.
Shit, what exactly am I going to say?
What was he going to say? Sorry your brother got raped by his teacher who was also our former employee who sold our secrets to your company? He had his doubts if Itachi is even going to believe him for one, then there's a matter of question what he'll do when he finds out. Everything was getting more and more complicated, but there had to be an end to this madness.
The elevator reached the garage as Naruto stepped out. At the far right side of it were the company cars. He checked them all before he finally found one that the key he took from the office belonged to. He sat in it and turned on the AC. It was a cold this time in the morning. From his pocket, he took the letter he got earlier today. It was hand written and dated.
"Dear Naruto, by the time you read this letter, you've probably already taken over the company. You've become a great man. And as such a great man, you'll be given responsibilities. Leading the company is no easy task. But that's why education is important, right? If you ever find yourself in a bind, know that not all is lost. You'll always have people who will support you and stand by your side. All my assistants will be glad to help you out as well as your uncle Jiraiya. I have great faith in him. Weather you take on the company or not, know that your mother and I are proud of you no matter what. Love dad."
How ironic. He put the letter onto the passenger seat and leaned on the steering wheel. The date on the letter was June 26th. Two days before the car accident. How very ironic. He never knew what it was like to have parents. He kept telling himself that he missed them. How can you miss something you never knew?
Naruto's vision shifted to the clock on the cockpit of the car. It was time to go. He leaned back and lightly slapped himself. No time for sleeping now, he had somewhere he had to be. The car started
and he drove off.
A few minutes later he arrived at the meeting spot. It was right below the bridge, a quiet little place, not too far from the actual river. It had a little parking space with the view of the water.
Itachi wasn't there yet. The blond one stepped out of the car and lighted a cigarette. He was tired, his eyes feeling heavy but his senses were sharp as they've ever been. The adrenaline was running through him. Was he scared? Nervously smoking one cig after another, when he finally saw headlights of a car approach him. The car stopped and out stepped the tall man, wearing his suit. From the looks of it, it didn't seem like he was sleeping at all. More like he was in a meeting.
"Naruto." He greeted the boy.
"Itachi." The boy said back.
"So," he lightly shrugged "I'm here. What's this all about?"
Naruto took a deep breath. His heard racing but his hands still.
"It's...about Sasuke."
"What happened?" The man folded his arms, eagerly awaiting an answer.
"He got hurt." He finally spit it out.
"Hurt? Hurt how? In the hospital hurt?"
"No, no! He...he..."
"Naruto, what happened?"
"Sasuke got raped." Naruto's head tilted downwards. No matter how hard he tried, it just seemed too heavy, his eyes almost started watering.
"He got what?!" The man yelled as he stepped closer. "Are you crazy?" he added. It really did seem like he was crazy, saying it like that. But how else can you explain such a thing?
"It's the truth. We...we got caught together and...He got manipulated, we both did."
"Ugh!" The man roared as he quickly grabbed Naruto by his jacket and raised him up, just slightly dangling him of the ground.
"Is this some kind of sick joke?! How could this have happened? You should have protected him!"
"I-I know!" it wasn't pleasant being held like that, he grabbed Itachi's arms, trying to hold himself up and brake away.
"He...he did it because of me. I didn't even know about it at first."
"Because of you?!" the man roared again, this time his fist landed in Naruto's face, knocking him backwards on the ground. The lights from the car were shining into his face. All he saw was a shadow approach him.
"How could this have happened...?"
"I'm...I'm sorry." The boy mumbled.
"You're sorry?" The man got close enough. With his leg he kicked the blond one in the ribs as he was trying to get up. In a second he landed back on the floor in pain.
Itachi turned away for a second, chanting something to himself. Just as he turned back to the boy, he wanted come in for another kick, when he was stopped.
"Wait! Please wait!" he shouted as he coughed. "I know the guy who did it!"
"What? Who? Who was it? Tell me now!"
"It was a teacher, who works in the academy." Naruto felt dizzy as he was finally able to stand up. No, he was allowed to stand up.
"A teacher? Who was it?"
"Kakashi Hatake." He coughed again, clinging himself to the car.
"That name. It sounds familiar."
"It should, he was selling Uchiha corp. our company's secrets." Itachi slapped the boy.
"Now that is bullshit." He pointed a finger at him "Don't insult our family."
"It's the truth! I found out about it just a few hours ago. He was a rat years ago and got caught. Then he drove off road, killing his fiancé."
"No. No, that's bullshit." Itachi took a few steps back as he shook his head in denial.
"I'm taking this guy down; I don't care what it takes." He added.
"And how are you going to do that? You got no proof."
"Sasuke will testify." The man was so sure of himself.
"Will he? After what he's been through! You have no fucking idea." The blond one pushed the man away from him in anger.
"You have no idea." He repeated "I can take him down but I need your help."
"The hell you are! You're not taking one step near Sasuke again. I trusted you and look what happened. You two are braking up."
"Say's who, who do you think you are?"
"I'm his family and he'll do as I say."
"Damn your family!" Naruto gathered the strength that he had and rushed into Itachi. Then, grabbing him by his tie, he held him closer as he delivered a punch to his face. No more than a second later, he got one in return. The two delivered punches and kicks for a good two minutes. They struggled together like two wrestlers, but Itachi was more built than the teen and he easily won. Naruto got pressed up against his car. Itachi was holding him by the neck with one hand, and twisting his left arm with the other.
"I dare you to repeat that." The man said through his teeth.
"You heard me. You're turning into your father." The man didn't say anything; Naruto stared into his eyes, gritting his teeth.
"You may be better than your father, but not by a whole lot. You still try to control him, saying it's in his best interest. But you're blinded by the mission to protect him, and so far, it's not working out." The pressure seemed to rise as they kept quiet, Naruto not knowing what the man was thinking at all.
He finally released the blond teen and taking a few steps away from the car.
"Why do you care so much about it?" he asked bluntly, turning around again.
"Because he's my family too." He answered "Blood related or not. We make each other happy and because I can't stand to see him get hurt. I didn't know anything had happened to him until he told me. He trusts me. Did he tell you?"
He had a good point, but on some occasions, he made it sound like it was Itachi's fault.
"What do you need?" the golden words Naruto's been waiting for. Itachi had thought about it multiple times. It annoyed him to hear someone else say it. He was worried about his little brother, and he wanted what's best for him. But that's usually how it starts, someone wanting what's best for you, without asking.
"You're willing to help, just like that?"
"Of course, he's my little brother. And tell me everything that happened." He answered.
"Fine...you have a right to know." Started Naruto. He took a deep breath and lightly pressed his ribs, to see if any were broken. "We were in front of the school..."