Disclaimer: He said NOOOOOO! :-(
"You're leaving, you're leaving
Without a word, you're leaving me
I should have cared for you a little more
I should have loved you a little more
A regretful love is leaving me
Crying again, crying again,
my love who I loved like my own life
Crying again, crying again,
I try to steady my heart and hold it in
but love is crying again
I call, call, call out to you
I hold and hold onto you but you turn away
It hurts so much that
I can't breathe." ( - Crying Again. Moon Myung Jin. /Sasuke.)
Warnings: Jealousy working 'someone' like a motherfucker. ;) Flash Back. Exploding emotions. Sultry teenagers.
Chapter 7 - The Past Is Crying Again.
The past month for Naruto and Utakata was going smooth. Naruto thought it would be harder for him to transition from being single and into a relationship. He was actually quite enjoying it, having that special someone for himself. He didn't think he could ever feel exactly the same way he felt about Sasuke toward anyone else, but not all types of 'love' were the same, even if he wasn't in 'love' with Utakata just yet.
The lamp in the living room of Utakata's home dimly lit the room while on the sofa, the police officer had his fingers buried in golden locks as tan hands smoothed over his sculpted chest over top of the white tank top he wore. Utakata shuddered, a familiar heat coursing through him, causing his pants to grow tighter and took the initiative to force Naruto's lusty mouth wider with his own.
"Mmh..," Naruto breathed a heavy mewl, straddled on his boyfriend and glided his tongue across Utakata's. The air between them was getting hotter and heftier, suffocating them in desire. Naruto grinded on Utakata, moaning slightly at the pressure of Utakata's clothed erection pressing against his own before he felt Utakata's fingers slip from his hair and the hands moved onto the belt of his jeans. A thick blush riding along his cheekbones, Naruto pulled back from kiss and grabbed Utakata's hands, showing the officer a lop-sided grin. He was nervous and his heart was racing. The sensations he was feeling 'down there' were intense and strange.
His voice heavy, Utakata panted. "..Naruto, you're so fucking hot."
Naruto chuckled, panting as well, and ran his fingers through his hair, getting the golden tresses out of his flushed face. "I'm aware. Thanks," He quipped, his lips kiss-bruised. He then raised Utakata's arm, taking a curious glance at the watch on the man's wrist. "Whoa, it's four already?" Naruto muttered with a disappointed pout on his face, though in actuality he saw that as his out. "I should go." He told him, honestly. He ended staying over later than planned and he had work.
Naruto went to moved, but Utakata took hold of Naruto's hips, his grip firm. "Why?"
"Uta', I have work, and if I'm late Sasuke will not be happy." Yes, Sasuke would more than likely kill him.
Utakata breathed out a sigh and then nodded. "Okay, but wait a sec'," He fluently reached under the sofa, feeling around and Naruto lifted an eyebrow at him. Utakata smiled, successfully grabbing the rectangle, jewelry box. "If I counted correctly, today is our one month anniversary," He said, his voice tender as he held the black box out to the Uzumaki.
Naruto took it, his eyes widening. He didn't know how to react. He had never gotten an anniversary gift before. He lifted the lid of the black box, looking inside of it. His heart sped up and there was this warm and fuzzy sensation that claimed him. Utakata cared about him so much he went out and bought him something so expensive-looking, but he didn't do the same. He hadn't even been counting how long they had been together. The bracelet splayed along his palm, he ran his thumb across the shiny gold.
"Do you.. like it?" Utakata asked, hopeful.
Naruto lifted his gaze from the bracelet and showed him a soft smile. "Naruto N. Uzumaki?" He had read the name engraved in the gold and was a bit surprised. "Yes, I like it, a lot, " He replied, leaning down to kiss him on the lips. "But how did you know my name has a middle initial? It's not even on my driver's license," Naruto leaned back up, bringing the bracelet around wrists and locked it together.
"That's true, but when I looked you name up in the system I found that your name had a middle initial," He said, confusion arising in his eyes. "Strangely enough, I couldn't find out what the N. stands for," He cocked an eyebrow at Naruto. "What does the N. stand for, Naruto?"
Naruto went silent, swallowing and then rubbed at the back of his neck sheepishly. "I.. actually don't know. I don't know much about my birth parents, so I've never really known what name the N. stands for. But sometimes things like that happen when you're an orphan," He explained, nodding to himself, slightly embarrassed because he don't know the origin of his own name, or even who he came from. "I know, it's weird-"
"Hey," Utakata stopped him, touching the side of Naruto's face and the Uzumaki finally looked him in the eyes. He could tell by the way Naruto tensed on top of him and the look in his blue eyes that he was embarrassed and probably uncomfortable. He shouldn't have asked that. He thought it was something knew about himself. "It's okay. I don't think it's weird. You don't know. I understand."
Naruto half-smiled, relieved. "Thanks. ..I'm not used to having to explain that."
It was seven in the morning and Menma was aware that he should be getting ready for school, but he could care less. He just finished up doing something that he would have deemed more entertaining than school, but disappointingly this guy hadn't been very entertaining at all. He had been an absolute waste of his time.
"Hurry up." The teenager Uzumaki shoved the guy in the direction of his bedroom window and the guy frowned, slipping his uniform shirt on.
"Wait, Uzumaki, can't I stay a bit longer? I'll make it worth your while this time," The taller, older male turned to him with hardened yet pleading eyes.
"Oh? 'This time?'" His cerulean gaze devious and sultry, Menma smirked at him and then snaked his hands up around the sandy haired male's neck. "Let me think about it, okay?" He whispered, his voice enticing, yet mocking, which went unnoticed by the other male as Menma leaned up on his feet and kissed him.
The other male's mouth grimaced at the pleasure that throbbed through him at the feel of Menma's lips on his and his cock quickly stirred in reaction, becoming achingly erect in his school pants. Fuck, Menma tasted like a sinful paradise and it was intoxicating, spell-bounding. It was like his nerves were electricity and he couldn't control himself. No wonder no guy could resist him. His lips were amazing too, so pouty and luscious. He kissed back hungrily, Menma's tongue delving passed his parted lips and teasing at his. Wrapping his arms around the Uzumaki's waist, he pulled him flush against him and tilted his head, deepening the kiss before he groped his ass and gave it a firm squeeze. Menma's ass was incredible too. He could barely contain himself when he thrusted inside of it and had come so fast. He opened his eyes when Menma pulled away from kiss, Menma's warmth leaving his mouth and his gaze glossed over with desire.
"I hate needy guys. Get out." Menma demanded harshly, his blue gaze void of any feeling.
The taller of the two then glared, turning to open the bedroom window, erection now painful. "Whatever," He put a foot out the window, twisting his body slightly and then clutched onto the pipe trailing along the side of the house outside of Menma's window. "See you at school, Uzumaki." He bristled. He knew he wouldn't get the chance to hit that again since it was rumored that Menma never slept with the same person twice.
"Bye bye, Kanda-senpai!" Menma called in a singsong voice, waving and watching the older guy smoothly slide down the pipe until he reached the ground. "Oh, and a little advice, next time try to last longer than three minutes. It's really unsatisfying. Tell your girlfriend I say hello!"
The older male snarled before storming off, his shirt still unbuttoned and steely hard-on between his legs uncomfortable.
Menma closed his window. 'So much for a morning fuck,' He turned around and frowned at the sight of his messy bed. He went over and picked up the condom wrapper off the bed sheets before he sucked his teeth and tossed it into the small trash can that was in the corner of his bedroom.
Silently contemplating how he would properly satisfy himself before school, he stood in a tight pair of briefs riding low on his narrow hips and ran his fingers through his silky, jet-black, getting the messy tresses away from his bright eyes.
He was beautiful, well-deserving of a thorough fuck when he wanted one. From his seductive features and pouty, supple lips to his pinkish nipples and fair-skin (that harbored faint scars from his abusive childhood), he deserved to be fulfilled in every way. He slid his hand down his flat stomach, gently toying with the piercing in his navel. He was so annoyed. He peeled his bedsheets off of the mattress and dumped them on the floor before he took a seat on the bare mattress, wearing a pout. He absently traced his fingers along the prominent scar running across his abdomen, the result of an injury he received when he was only five years old.
"Menma, come down here!"
He rolled his eyes, hearing his dad call for him.
Menma got up and walked over to the closet, taking out a shirt and pulling it over his head and then slipped on a pair of sweats before heading out the room. His life was good after he was adopted by his dear and precious dad, Iruka. However, because of how traumatic his early life had been living day to day was a struggle. There were a lot of demons he had to fight because of the sexual, physical, emotional and verbal abuse by his biological father, and his biological mother had been no different from him. They both screwed him up in the end.
Heading down the staircase, his eyes loomed over the banister at his dad and Kakashi who were seat on the sofa, waiting on him. He walked off the stairs and he went over to take a seat on the loveseat. "Yes?"
Iruka eyed him softly. Menma was a smart kid, but he was a handful, which is what led him to make this decision. "Menma, I've decided that you're going to have a live-in tutor." He told him, without an ounce of hesitation.
Menma's eyes grew wide. "Wait, wait, wait! What?!" He shouted, his brow furrowing.
"Ma ma, Menma-kun, calm down, and simply hear him out." Kakashi cut in, giving the teenager a stern look and Menma rolled his eyes, but obeyed.
Iruka leaned forward, picking Menma's recent report card up off of the coffee table. "Listen to me, Menma, I know how smart you are and how much potential you have, but your grades for this quarter.. I feel like they could be better," He elaborated, gently. Menma's grades were constantly low and if he didn't do this for the boy now, he would flunk his final year of junior high.
Menma wore an expression of skepticism, his mouth pursed. "So, you're sending me to a tutor? You're kicking me out to follow someone else's rules? I don't like that idea at all, Dad."
"It's not a matter of if you like it, Menma. And I'm not kicking you out."
"Your father has good intentions." Kakashi commented, trying to help blow over the news and Menma took a deep breath, clenching his hand into a fist. The kid was pissed, but this was for his own good, and Mikoto was the one who suggested Itachi for the job.
"Two weeks from now you'll be staying with a family friend. He'll help you with all your school assignments and work hard to help you understand subjects that are difficult for you. I've even asked him to refine your behavior and 'bad habits.' I think it's great opportunity for you."
"Who is it?" Menma asked flatly.
"Sasuke's older brother, Itachi. I thought he would be perfect for the task."
"You're kidding me," Menma leaned back into the loveseat, looking at his dad and Kakashi as if they had lost their minds. "Itachi? Uchiha Itachi is going to be tutoring me? Dad, you can't be serious," He laughed.
"Menma, I've already made the decision." Iruka looked him in the eyes firmly.
"But he's so sinister, Dad. He'll probably murder me with studying."
Kakashi chuckled and Iruka smiled slightly. "Menma, it'll be fine. I feel the more you get to know Itachi the more comfortable you'll be with him."
Menma crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head at the ridiculous idea. He would be under Itachi's command for God knows how long and the Uchiha would have full reign over him. No, he didn't like the idea at all. He didn't know Itachi that well, but from encounters he had with the man before, he knew how tall and intimidating he was. He was hesitant to even approach the guy, even with how attractive he was. Menma's gaze then widened he remembered the tall, dark and devilishly handsome Uchiha Itachi. Now that he thought about it, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea. He remembered how many times he eyed Itachi from afar and the man caused a carnal arousal at first sight. Menma had the eyes to see how sexy Sasuke was, but Itachi was sexier in the sense that he was older. Whereas Sasuke had more of a baby-face compared his older brother, Itachi's features were more developed and mature and his presence was cutting, dominant. Menma bit the inside of his lower lip, getting hot at the idea.
"Fine," He stayed scowling, to still appear resistant. "How long do I have to stay with him?"
Kakashi smiled, pleased that Menma came around to the idea.
"I was thinking a year or two, however long you need him help you stay on track," Iruka answered, thinking back on the teenager's annoyance with almost everything these past few days. "Have you taken your medication this morning, Menma?"
"..Yes." That was a lie. He hadn't, but he would simply take it tomorrow. He didn't think he really needed it today. He felt fine.
"Menma, you know what will happen if you go on and off your medication like I know you've been. I'm afraid it will trigger a worse episode than before, Menma." Iruka said, concerned.
"Yes, it's important that you take your medication every day, Menma-kun." Kakashi eyed him pointedly.
After Menma had stolen Iruka's car that day, Iruka had this gut-feeling that something was going on with Menma because he had never done anything that extreme, and it turned out he had been in a state of mania when he had stolen his car. Menma's psychiatrist recently diagnosed the fifteen year old as bipolar and there was medication he was to take every day. However, the kid swore up and down it wasn't necessary for him to take the medication daily. One, because he was still awkward about having the disorder and two, he didn't feel different or insane in anyway.
"Okay, I'll take it." With an attitude, Menma stood to his feet and walked around the back of the sofa, heading for the stairs. "I have to get ready for school, so..,"
"And please put on your school uniform today! I don't need another call from the school this week, Menma!" He yelled strictly, but he didn't get a reply.
The past month had been aggravating, and aggravating because of one person. Naruto's new boyfriend, Utakata.
His arms across his chest, Sasuke glared. Naruto was late. By a minute, but still late.
Over the course of a month he had come to realize that he was a lot more possessive over Naruto than usual, and that he absolutely could not stand Utakata. Where had the guy even come from? Naruto could do so much better. He couldn't even understand how Naruto could stand that guy. He was so clingy. And he had cut into his Naruto-time far too many times for him to accept this relationship of Naruto's.
Sasuke glanced at his watch, shifting his jaw in annoyance. He called Naruto earlier that morning and asked him to come help him organize some files, though that was what he had Karin for. But he wanted Naruto's help. And that wasn't because he was just trying to dictate Naruto's time away from Utakata at all. Sasuke inwardly sneered, growing impatient. Or maybe he was. So the fuck what! Naruto was his!
The two women at the front desk in the posh lobby eyed their employer nervously. They didn't quite know why he was down in the lobby and simply prayed he wasn't planning to fire the first person he watched commit a mistake in his presence.
Sasuke's glared nearly melted down the glass doors before him when he took sight of Utakata walking with Naruto toward the main entrance of the building. Spotting the bright smile on Naruto's face as the Uzumaki talked with his boyfriend, Sasuke's anger spread like a wildfire throughout his body.
"I should hurry and step foot inside so that way he can't tell me I wasn't in the building!" He heard Naruto's obnoxious voice through the glass as the Uzumaki came running for the doors, which, failed to open in time, and he crashed right into the glass.
Sasuke blinked, dumbfounded, and the two women at the front desk flinched at how painful the impact must have been. That hadn't been a first for the Uzumaki. They saw him run into the doors about two weeks ago as well.
Utakata hurried over to Naruto, his lover cupping his nose in pain. "What the hell? You okay, Naruto? How did you do that?" He laughed slightly, taking Naruto's hand off of his nose and looked at it in concern.
Naruto laughed sheepishly and turned to him, blushing heavily. "I don't know.. Ouch, I hate these fucking doors..,"
"Come here, klutz," Utakata smiled and leaned in, kissing him on the nose. "You got to watch where you're going. Give the doors a chance to respond." He laughed, pulling back and Naruto nodded.
Sasuke could have sworn he felt one of his blood vessels burst. Who was Utakata to kiss on Naruto like that–Oh, wait. His boyfriend. Right.
Naruto and Utakata strolled through the automatic doors of the building entrance before Naruto came to an immediate stop, greeted with Sasuke's, clearly, not too pleased presence, the Uchiha's pissed off aura towering.
Sasuke stared down at Naruto, his eyes furious and narrowed. "You're late, Naruto." He stated sharply and Naruto rolled his eyes at him.
"I'm only a couple minutes late, Sasuke. What? Did you wait for me all this time?" He questioned oddly, bringing his hand up to at rub his sore nose, but Sasuke didn't answer. "Look, I didn't mean to get here late, teme."
"Yes. That was my fault, Sasuke. He stayed over at my place last night and we were up until at least five this morning." Utakata said, his voice an edge taunting as he slipped his arm around Naruto's waist and the Uchiha glared at him. He had his suspicions about Sasuke. And he didn't like the way he 'looked' at Naruto.
Sasuke suppressed the urge to punch Utakata in the face and simply ignored him, returning his attention to Naruto. "Come on, Naruto. We have work to do." He commanded, turning to walk away.
"Well I'll see you later then, Naruto," Utakata smirked deviously, taking him by the chin.
Naruto stilled when Utakata began leaning in. Utakata was going to kiss him in front of Sasuke? Naruto didn't know why, but the thought of Sasuke seeing him kiss Utakata caused this horrible feeling to sink into his gut and feel panicked. But he couldn't move as he nearly felt Utakata's breath brush across his lips, his face getting closer.
Utakata parted his lips to capture Naruto's, but before he could, Naruto was pulled away from him and he looked at the Uchiha that grabbed his lover in bewilderment.
His eyes wide, Naruto turned his head and looked at Sasuke. The Uchiha had him by the arm and the normally pale bridge of his nose, all the way to his cheekbones, was greatly flushed, in anger.
"We're going." Sasuke sneered with his jaw clenched, dragging Naruto off toward the elevators.
Naruto blushed, silently following the Uchiha onto the lift after Sasuke pressed the button and the doors came open. His heart was beating so fast. He had never seen Sasuke like this. Naruto licked over his dry lips, staying quiet as the elevator rose. He didn't know what to say. Why did Sasuke do that? And why was somehow relieved that he had?
Naruto stood up on a ladder in Sasuke's office, sliding files into their proper file cabinets aligned along the high wall. He shifted his gaze from the files and over to Sasuke who was sitting at his desk with his eyes glued to the computer screen. "So.. what was that about?" He asked, breaking the silence.
"What was what about?" Sasuke stayed indifferent, feigning confusion.
His eyebrows furrowing in annoyance, Naruto turned his head. "What happened in the lobby, of course."
"Hn, you stayed over at his place all night, correct? What was that about, Naruto?" He inquired irritably, turning his narrowed gaze on Naruto and the Uzumaki stared back at him, almost pouting. Why the fuck was he trying to be adorable right now? He wasn't falling for it. He was pissed off, especially because when he grabbed Naruto earlier he saw that he was a wearing a bracelet. He hadn't seen it before, so he could only guess it was from Utakata.
Naruto was quiet for a moment before he answered. "It wasn't anything like what he was trying to imply, Sasuke. I'm still a virgin." Naruto replied, blushing hard. Why did he feel the need to inform him of that?
Sasuke felt his shoulders relax. For some reason the fact that Naruto was indeed still a virgin put him at ease. "Daisuke gets out of school early today. I'm letting you off early." He averted the conversation to keep from acting awkward.
Naruto gave a slight nod and then reached up, the ladder wobbling a little.
"Careful." Sasuke admonished in concern.
"..Woah," Naruto muttered, trying to steady himself.
The Uchiha ultimately stood to his feet, worried for Naruto's safety and strolled over to him. As clumsy as Naruto was, he needed to stand guard.
His knees jerking, Naruto gasped when the ladder shook again. "Shit! Should I jump!"
"No, don't jump, idiot."
"But it's going to fall!"
"Relax and it won't–"
Naruto screamed out when his ankle felt as if it collapsed and the ladder began to fall.
"Naruto!" Sasuke shouted.
Everything happened in what seemed to be the blink of an eye, ending in a crash to the floor. Papers floating down above them, Naruto winced, sitting up on whatever it was he landed on and rubbed his forehead. "Ah, fuck. That hurt." He grumbled, his face screwed up in pain. He opened his eyes to see what it was he landed on and his blue gaze widened, Sasuke under him, groaning and clutching his forehead. Naruto's heart quickened. They must have hit heads.
"Sasuke, are you okay?!" Naruto didn't know how the Uchiha managed to catch him, with his body, but nonetheless caught him. Sasuke gritted his teeth, his closed eyes grimacing. "Uh," Naruto was beginning to panic because Sasuke looked like he was really in pain. That hit to the head kind of made him dizzy as well. Naruto shakily leaned in closer to Sasuke. "Sasuke," He murmured in worry and finally, Sasuke opened his eyes.
The Uchiha was stunned with how close Naruto's face was to his, looking straight into bright, blue eyes. A flush arose along his cheekbones and then Naruto's gaze left his, the Uzumaki going onto check his head. Naruto threaded his fingers through the front of his hair and massaged at his scalp, probably in order to soothe the pain.
"I'm sorry. .." Naruto apologized softly, lowering his eyes back onto Sasuke's face and his heart stopped when Sasuke's midnight stare locked with his. He could hardly breathe. And the fact that he was staring at the older man with such longing hadn't registered to him, until a burning heat assaulted his whiskered cheeks.
Swallowing thickly, Sasuke was aware of Naruto's ass on his groin. Oh, fuck. Naruto needed to move because he could feel himself beginning to sport a Naruto-induced-boner, which were the only boners he seemed to be getting lately. "You have really pretty eyes." He said absently.
Naruto felt hot, even wondering if there was actual steam blowing out of his ears. Sasuke smirked at him and Naruto scowled half-heartedly, raising his hand and doing a light karate chop on top of the man's head. "Oh shut up. I don't need your flattery."
Sasuke frowned, propping himself up on his elbows. "Well it's not like I've never told you that before, how pretty your hair and your eyes are. I used to tell you that all the time when we were kids, remember? Usuratonkachi."
Naruto couldn't help but think back on the very first time he met Sasuke. Sasuke was four years old back then and he had been three, almost four.
"Oh, cool! It looks really good," Sasuke said, smiling. "I'm Sasuke. Uchiha Sasuke. What's your name?"
Lifting his head, the blonde finally looked at the raven with cerulean eyes and grinned a bit. "Uzumaki Naruto."
Sasuke smiled bigger and his gaze roved over Naruto, from head to toe. He then turned forward and silently reached for a paint brush before turning back to him. "I like your hair, Naruto. It's pretty."
Naruto's eyebrows drew in upsettingly and his cheeks burned red. "I'm a boy, so don't call my hair pretty!"
"But it is."
"No, it's not!"
"Yes it is, Naruto!"
"Ugh! It is not pretty, dum-dum!"
Sasuke went quiet and blinked. "That was mean."
Naruto darkly scowled. He felt like this boy was making fun of him.
"Fine, it looks 'handsome.' Is that better?" Sasuke huffed, dipping the brush in the paint near Naruto and muttered, "…My Mother uses that word."
Naruto smiled. "Yeah, I remember, which why I don't need you to keep telling me that. Tell the women you're with how pretty their eyes and hair are and maybe your relationships will last longer." He playfully griped.
After Sasuke let him off of work, Naruto picked up Daisuke from school and then brought him back to his place. Right now he was helping Daisuke with his homework in the living room and he couldn't help but cherish moments like this. It made him realize how much of a 'parent' he actually was to Daisuke.
Daisuke sat on his knees with his arms propped on the coffee table and his pencil in his hand. "Hmm? Two plus four equal …five, I think." He answered uncertainly, looking up from his worksheet and at Naruto or confirmation.
"Use your fingers, Daisuke," Naruto put up two fingers on one hand and four on the other, sitting across from him.
Daisuke eyed the man's fingers and then used his pencil to count them, pointing to each one. "Oh! Six!" He beamed, turning back to his paper and jotting the answer down.
Naruto grinned. "You got it!" He praised. And it was at that moment that the doorbell rang. His eyebrow rising, he got up and went over to get the door. It was one in the afternoon, so he didn't know who it was stopping by at his time. He opened the door, lifting an eyebrow at his boyfriend. "Oh. Utakata?"
"It's my lunch break," He mentioned, holding up two restaurant bags with a grin on his face.
"You could've let me know you were coming by," Naruto smiled slightly, letting him in and then closed the door.
"I wanted to surprise you." He said, toeing off his shoes. He then walked over to the Uzumaki and leaned in to kiss him, but Naruto turned his head, avoiding it. His eyebrows rose.
"Daisuke's here." Naruto told him.
"Ah," He nodded in understanding. He had met Daisuke not too long ago, but was already he fond of the child. He was an adorable kid and the small Uchiha seemed to like him too, unlike his father. Sasuke had another thing coming if he thought he would allow what happened this morning to ever happen again.
"Hey, Dai-man!" He greeted with a smile, walking into the living room and Daisuke turned to him.
"Hello, Mr. Officer!" He saluted respectfully and Utakata came over to him, giving him a fist-bump.
Naruto laughed, going over to the sofa. He found it so comical that Daisuke didn't have a problem with his boyfriend, yet he hated all of his father's girlfriends. He knew Daisuke was the 'feel-you-out' kind of person and if he approved, he liked them.
"What are you working on?" Utakata asked, setting the bags he had down on the coffee table.
Daisuke pouted. "Homework."
"Aw, but homework is good for you. You have to be smart in order to have a career," Daisuke frowned his face up at that and Utakata grinned, reaching into his back pocket. "But, I bet you would like a little break," He showed him a pistol before tossing it to him.
Daisuke's eyes were wide with excitement as he held it. "Wow! Cool!"
"Utakata," Naruto bit out, punching the brunette in the arm.
Utakata winced, looking at him. "Ow! What the hell, Naruto. It's not even loaded," Naruto raised his fist again, his eyes wide and Utakata laughed, taking a hold of the fist. "I'm kidding. It's fake. A toy. Never know when you need to distract a kid so I just carry it around."
"That's not funny, stupid," Naruto frowned, raising his leg and lightly kicking Utakata in his backside.
Utakata waved him off. "Sorry, sorry. Oh, I got your favorite for lunch," He pointed to the bag with the ramen in it and Naruto leaned down, skeptically taking a look inside.
"Ichiraku's! Thanks! I'm starving!" He grinned, carefully taking the cooked bowl of ramen out.
"C'mon, Mr. Officer!" Daisuke stood up and aimed the gun at Utakata.
"A game of cops and robbers would be fitting of this afternoon," Utakata smirked.
"Yup!" Daisuke beamed, running off to decide the base and Utakata followed after him.
"Hey, don't break anything!" Naruto shouted chidingly.
Sunday had come like any other weekend.
Itachi dropped by to visit Sasuke and his nephew, and surprisingly his little brother hadn't made him leave sooner than he would like to.
Humming in amusement, Itachi reclined back in the loveseat as he watched his little brother assist Daisuke with studying. Honestly, this was the first time all week that he could relax. There was a lot plate at the moment. He had decided to move out of his parent's mansion last week and on Tuesday he had gone and signed the lease for the new place he would be residing in. It was a luxurious penthouse apartment that he would be for himself, a king.
And then upon him getting his own place, his mother asked him if he would take on the task of personally tutoring Naruto's younger cousin, Menma. And who was he to decline his mother. He agreed, and so, he had spent his time preparing for that. He even found himself a bit thrilled about it, that was until he remembered he was no longer a single man. Deidara confessed to him on Thursday and while he didn't harbor exactly the same feelings Deidara held for him, he figured over time he could fall in love with the blond, so he decided to date him. Well, Deidara did give him a 'pass' to fuck other people, as long as Itachi told him about it, but the Uchiha knew he would never use the 'pass.' An open-relationship simply didn't seem right. When he committed to something, he committed completely. Yes, the turn of events in his life recently had been a lot to take in.
"Alright, who was a powerful Daimyō in the sixteenth century of Japan?" Sasuke sat on the sofa, reading off the review questions on Daisuke's history worksheet.
Daisuke leaned up against his father, half-paying attention because he more interested in making funny face at his uncle. "Um.. Lord Oda Nobunaga."
Sasuke glanced down at his son and frowned. "Daisuke, quit it and pay attention." He reprimanded.
"I am!" He puffed out his cheeks, looking up at him.
"No, you're not. You were just making moronic faces at the moron over there." He smirked, looking over at Itachi and annoyingly, Itachi simply looked back at him and waved, unbothered by the tease. It was like nothing he did could ever rile the older Uchiha. He would like to get a reaction of him, at least once in his life.
Daisuke laughed, poking his tongue out of his mouth.
"Itachi, how long do you plan on staying here?" Sasuke asked his older brother curtly.
"Hn," Itachi shrugged his shoulders. "For however long my dear Daisuke wishes."
"Forever!" Daisuke sang, grinning wide. He then tipped his head back, eying his father's face. "Hey, Daddy, do you want to play cops and robbers?"
"No, Daisuke. You have a test tomorrow, so you have to study right now."
Daisuke huffed and dropped his gaze from his father, pouting. "You're so uncool compared to Uta-nii." He muttered to himself.
But Sasuke caught what he said and his eyebrows rose sharply. "Excuse me? I'm uncool compared to who?" Sasuke must have heard wrong, or he was going to flip his shit!
"Me and Uta-nii play cops and robbers all the time. He even let me hold a pistol, even though it was a toy," He murmured in reply.
His eyebrow raising, Itachi was curious of who this 'Uta-nii' person was.
"I don't care, Daisuke!" Sasuke shouted, a blazing rage coursing him. How could Daisuke belittle in comparison to Utakata. That was it, Daisuke would not be allowed around that man ever again. "And you know what? You're no longer allowed to interact with him. In fact, I'll tell Naruto that tomorrow."
Itachi felt the corner of his lips twitch, in urge to smirk. His brother was seriously getting angry over a child's meaningless opinion.
His mouth falling open, Daisuke sat up with an unfair look in his eyes. "Why, Daddy?!"
"Because I said so." He stated.
"Whaa!" Daisuke jumped up off of the sofa, folding his arms across his chest. "You're just mad because he's cooler than you!" He teased before sticking his tongue out at his father.
Sasuke's eye twitched. "Dai', I'll make sure you're never around him again."
"You're so unfair! You big, fat, stupid head! I don't have to listen to you!" He yelled, balling his fists at his side.
Itachi's eyes widened at Daisuke's rather harsh words and Sasuke's gaze narrowed and hardened as he stood to his feet. "Yes you do."
"Why?" Daisuke questioned, putting his hands on his hips.
"Because I'm your father, that's why!" He barked and then Daisuke rolled his eyes at him before stomping over to the staircase. Sasuke knew his patience was thinning. Utakata was to blame for this. That motherfucker! "Daisuke, get back here right now! I'm not done talking to you!"
Daisuke griped the banister, turning around on the second stair. "I hate you, dummy!"
Sasuke's nostrils flared, his jaw tightening. Okay, those words actually hurt. He stormed over to the staircase, looking the child directly in the face. "Daisuke, don't... don't talk to me like that," He chided, breathing in through his nose in order to calm himself.
His brown gaze cloaked with sass and defiance, Daisuke scowled. "Stupid, stupid, stupid! Fat head, fat head! Dummy, dummy dummyyy!"
Sasuke glared at his child, infuriated. Right now Daisuke was the splitting image of... her. That tone, his reckless, little mouth. He absolutely couldn't stand it. "Daisuke, stop it!" He raised his hand, ready to spank the boy, but his wrist was caught and he glared at over Itachi who had him by the wrist.
"Otouto, that would be a terrible way to handle this situation. You're feeding into him." Itachi apprised, releasing Sasuke's wrist.
Lowering his hand, Sasuke gritted his teeth. He couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand that Daisuke was as fearless and stubborn as his mother. He breathed in again, looking at the boy and pointed a fierce finger at him. "You know what? You're acting just like…," He stopped himself, keeping his tongue intact.
Daisuke turned his nose up at him smugly. "Just like what? A brat? A jerk? A big, stupid, dummy head just like you!"
"You're acting just like your mother!" He hollered, his brutal tone assaulting the child's ear. And the moment he heard himself, he regretted his words. He panted, bringing his hand to his mouth. He couldn't believe he said that. But he did, and the way Daisuke looked at him right now, with broken, tearful, brown eyes and an expression so hurt it nearly killed him.
Itachi stared at his little brother, wide-eyed.
Daisuke choked out a sob, red arising on his cheeks as tears rolled down them. His mother...? Did his father hate his mother? ...And now, his father hated him? He didn't know his mother, but because he was just like her his father hated him. Had he always hated him?
"No, Daisuke," Sasuke kneeled in front of the boy, taking him by the arms. "I didn't mean it."
"No! Let go of me!" Daisuke cried, trying to pull away from him as tears ran down his face. "G-Get off me! I hate you! I would r-rather be with my mother so I wouldn't have to be with you anymore!" He screamed, pushing the man away and running up the stairs.
Sasuke was silent, a pained look claiming his face.
"Hn," Itachi clapped, disrupting the silence. "And the father of the year award goes to, Uchiha Sasuke," Itachi bristled, his expression darkened in a frown. "It is so pathetic to hear that his mother's attitude haunts you so, Sasuke. If I recall correctly, isn't that what drew you to her in the first place?"
Sasuke brought his hand to his eyes, regretful. If there was ever a time that he wished he could take his words back, it was now.
To be continued...
A/N: Yeah, I know. Sasuke's a FUCKING idiot. This Utakata and Naruto situation has him ALL THE WAY fucked up LOL. :( Poor Daisuke. His Papa is so confused and frustrated with his own emotions he's lashing out. Smh...
P.S - Or it could be sexual frustration too. ;)
Edited: [6/8/17.]
