Hi guys I'm back with the continuing of chapter 6 and this story is base the novel of Akitsu Kyoko hopefully you like it...
Desclaimer: I don't own Naruto
Pairing: Sasunaru
And it would have been impossible to find a taxi in the middle of the night in a residential neighborhood.
The only bringht spot was that Sasuke had been drunk, and so Neji drove Naruto home. This man with the long raven hair was a bit of a mystery himself, but compared to Sasuke, he seemed perfectly normal.
"Do you feel a little calmer?" Neji asked as he drove. "He doesn't mean any harm. Just remember he was drunk anf forget all about it."
"Tsunade wanted to see him very badly. But the thing he said..." Naruto broke off. He couldn't help complaining.
"What was your name again?" Neji asked.
"Naruto. It means "Fishcake" in Japananese, so everyone calls me that instead."
"Naruto, then I'm Neji Hyuuga. I work for a third-rate tabloid paper."
"You're a journalist?" Naruto asked.
Neji nodded, then fell silent.
The car sped through the night.
Outside the window, Naruto saw that all of the stores were closed and no one walked the streets of the city as it slumbered. Neji seemed to be focused entirely on driving and showed no inclination to chat, and so Naruto fell silent, too. They arrived at Naruto's building without ever resuming the conversation.
When he climbed out of the car, Naruto dug out what remained of the tip from his pocket.
"Would you please give this money back for me?" he requested.
"Why?" Neji wanted to know.
"There's no reason for me to keep it," Naruto pointed out.
"You're pretty honest, aren't you?" Neji remarked. "I don't think he cares about the money, through."
"I care about it." Naruto insisted. "I only used some of it to pay for the yaxi to his place."
"All right." Neji accepted the money. "I just have one piece of advice for you, since you're so sincere. Don't get mixed up with him."
"Well, I don't think I'll be seeing him again," Naruto threw back.
"Let's hope so," Neji said ambiguously and then left.
When he reached the boarding house, Naruto went straight to his room and fell into his bed.
So much had happened today.
He had worked all day at school then gone straight to his job at the pub. That alone would have worn him out. But in the deepest part of the night, he had witnessed first the very lowest and then the very highest levels of London society.
And Tsunade was dead.
Thier parting had been so sudden that he couldn't process it at all.
He couldn't even visit her grave because he didn't know where it was. And he never wanted to go back to her apartment again.
When he shut his eyes, an image of Sasuke's handsome face floated up in his mind.
If all he had known was Sasuke's appearance, the man would have been perfect. And he was a real aristocrat. Meeting him would be good for a story when Naruto went back to Japan.
"Through I'll probably never see him again," Naruto told himself.
( timeskip )
"Naru! Naru! Wake up!"
Naruto didn't realize he was being spoken to at first. When he jerked himself awake, all of his classmates were looking at him and laughing.
They were in the middle of Authentic Movements Class, which involved everyone closing thier eyes and moving freely to the music the techer played.
The second Naruto closed his eys, he'd fallen asleep.
His classes had been getting harder and harder lately since the school was preparing for the end-of-semester performance. In addition to thier usual classes, stidents had to attend rehearsals for the play. He was begining to approached his physical limits working at the pub while attending classes. But if he quite the job, he would be forced to quit school, too.
"The best thing would be take a break from school and get a better job so I could earn more money then come back."
He realized that he was seriously considering Sasuke's offer. 300 pounds was about 60,000 yen more than 600 dollars a day. He could earn more than his month's pay at the pub just by dressing up as a woman.
And it wouldn't be the first time that he had dressed as woman. either. For his first two years in high school, the older student had forced him to play the woman's roles every time they did a play. He hadn't wanted to do it, but everyone had said that he was prettier than a real girl. In his thrid year, he had assumed the presidency of the drama club. He had been relieved to escape the woman's costumers by becoming the best.
But, considering his present circumstances, he could hardly be blamed. And he had to admit that this offer would probably make the best story of all when he got back to Japan.
The final spur in changing Naruto's mind came unexpectedly Sasuke came to the pub.
Even in the crowded bar, Ssasuke stood out immediately, He was dressed casually in a moss green designer shirt and beige slacks, but even so, he looked like a model from a magazine.
Holding a straight scotch in one hand, he came up to Naruto, smiling.
"When do you get off work?" he asked.
"10:00 p.m," Naruto answered, a bit bewildered.
"Let's go on a date after," the blond sugested.
"A date?" Naruto echoed, even more bewildered.
Sasuke nodded. "Yeah."
Naruto tried desperately to recall the meaning of the word. A date was unsually when two lovers decided on a day and time to meet. Was there some other meaning?
For example, in Japan, when someone says "Let's have tea," it means just that. But in England, the meaning of words changes depending on the social class of the speaker. People in middle-class and above understand "Let's have tea," to mean the obvious, Let's drink tea," like in Japan. But for working-class it means going out to dinner. When Naruto had been invited to tea by an English friend, he hadn't been sure if they meant actual tea or dinner.
So maybe there was another meaning to the word "date" that Naruto didn't know. Or was Sasuke making a joke? Unable to reach a decision, he letf the bar with Sasuke.
"Actually, I haven't eaten dinner yet," Sasuke remarked. "Have you?"
"I only ate a little bit before work," Naruto replied. He wasn't lying. It had been six hours since he'd eaten.
"Do you want to go back to my place for dinner?" Sasuke offered.
Naruto nodded. He could never get to sleep on an empty stomach. He wasn't going to turn down an opportunity for food. And he would be lying if he said he wasn't interested in eating dinner at a nobleman;s house.
They hailed a cab at Piccadilly Circus and headed for Sasuke's apartment.
The spacious room was, as always, devoid of the signs of life. It was like a ruin.
"Where's Mr. Hyuuga?" Naruto asked.
"He's got a lot work," Sasukr explained. "Appearently, he can't spend all his time with me."
"Lord Uchiha_" Naruto stopped as he tried to say Sasuke's name. The name on the card Sasuke had given him was far too long and Naruto wasn't sure what to call him.
"There's no need for formalities, call me Sasuke," the raven said, noticing Naruto's distress.
"Do you live here all alone...Sasuke?" Naruto inquired.
"Yeah," Sasuke replied.
"I through aristocrats had more servants," Naruto commented.
"There are enough back at my estate to make you sick," Sasuke said.
"You have another house besides this?" NAruto asked.
Sasike laughed. "In Dorsett, which is a wasteland."
Naruto stared.
Sasuke's onyx eys, like glittering glass, were fixed in his deeply carve face. He moved strangely. He didn;t seem human.
Naruto understood a little better why Tsunade had called the man a god.
"I'llbe rightback," sasuke suddenly. He disappeared, leaving Naruto in the sitting room.
Naruto looked around. The room was poorly lit for its size, and so whole place was dim. Framed painting decorated the walls, Naruto's knowledge of art was limited, but he recognized a Chagall piece among them. It was probably real. And all of the furniture looked like antiques of some value. He almost felt as if he had wandered into an art museum by mistake.
Sasuke reappeared after a while.
"Dinner's ready," he announced. "Come into the dinning room."
The large table was cocered with white table cloth and a candle burned in a silver candlestick, which was set in the center of the table. The ambiance was exceptional.
But the selection spread out on the table was limited only spagheti with meat sauce and wine. Naruto wasn't sure if he should comment on the unexpected simplicity of the meal or not, He chose to ignore it.
"Itadakimasu," he said in Japanese and picked up his fork.
:What was that?" Sasuke asked, making a strange face.
" It's somethhing Japanese people say before they eat," Naruto explained.
"Itadakimasu, then," Sasuke cheerfully parroted Naruto's Pronouciation.
Naruto couldn't say why, but hearing a raven foreigner speaking Japanese was a bizzare feeling.
The spahetti wasn't good enough to compliment. The noodles were too soft and the sauce tasted like it had come out of a can. But the wine was extraordinary.
Glancing at the label, Naruto saw that it was quite old. He regretted having drunk it so quickly. He would probably never taste anything so sophisticated again in his whole life.
"I'm glad you decided to come," Sasuke said when the meal was over. "There's nothing quite as dull as eating alone." After he'd reached adulthood, he had never eaten with any his school friends except Neji.
"Everyone's busy with thier work except me. I don't have a job. But they don't have time to come see me," he confessed almost shyly.
It wasn't a lack of jobs that kept him from working, through. Rather, there was no need for him to work thanks to the inheritance his parents.
Probably due to the effects of the wine, Naruto was in high spirits and talked with Sasuke about his school days, about Japan, and about a thousand other things. He throught that his English must have been very stited, and he had difficulty understanding Sasuke's stories, but the raven seemed very interest and listened attentively.
The man was acting completely different from the first time they'd met. He was being a true gentlemen.
"Can I invite you back sometime?" he asked
Naruto nodded.
Sasuke smiled, looking truly glad. He had obviously been really bored before.
Naruto wanted to leave in time to catch the last subway train. His host insisted on seeing him off at the nearest, and they ended up walking there together.
It was the coldest part of February. They sobered up immediately, and fell into a natural silence.
Naruto didn't feel that he could broach the subject of the job.
Sasuke bought Naruto's subway ticket when they reached the station.
The subject of the job hadn't come up once during thier dinner. Naruto worried that maybe Sasuke had already found somebody else.
"By the way, that thing you mentioned last time... I'm willing to try it," he said impulsively as they were about to part.
But maybe the whole thing had been a joke. As a flood of worries rushed through Naruto's mind, Sasuke embraced him.
"That's wonderfull," the raven man whispered.
"Uh." Naruto wasn't used to being hugged in public. It was some small comfaort that there was no one in the station this late at night. Otherwise, he probably would have shoved Sasuke away from sheer embarrassment.
"I'm so glad that you're accepting my offer," Sasuke said. He took off the blue diamond ring from his ring finger. "Take this," he continued, slipping the ring on Naruto's finger solemnly. Then he stooped over and gently placed a kiss on the back pf Naruto's hand.
It was like a scene in a play.
Naruto felt his face blushing bright red.
He really would never get used to British humor.
Naruto's phone rang almost the moment he get home. It was Sasuke.
"Did you make it home all right," the man inquired.
"Yeah," he replied.
"I'm glad to hear it," Sasuke said.
After all his time living alone in aforeign country, hearing those words warmed Naruto's heart.
"Would you like to have dinner again tommow?" Sasuke asked.
Naruto accepted the invitation graciously. Tommow was friday and, without school the day after, it would be a good opportunity to test his neww job.
"I'll leave early from work," he promised.
Besides, Naruto was impatient to hear the details of the job offer, so why would he refuse?
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