Woe… I'm Life's Whore

Woe… I'm Life's Whore

Naruto discovers some funky feelings. A LOT of drama ensues. AU SasuNaru, plus other pairings (surprise ). Some possible OOCness.. plot-line a little more serious than the title.

Main Pairing: SasuNaru/NaruSasu Others: GaaNaru/NaruGaa KibaShino/ShinoKiba

R&R


Chapter Nine: The Damage Done

Milkshakes had to be the cure for everything. Even though it took a while, they had eventually got back to their old, joking ways. Sakura had asked them various questions, like how they got together and how did they know, while promising to find and talk to Ino. Some parts were just as confusing for the boys as it was for her, but by the end they were all the same people, and Naruto couldn't be more thankful.

Naruto and Sasuke had walked Sakura to the train station and bid her farewell as she hurriedly ran through the gates, smiling and waving back. Both Naruto and Sasuke went their separate ways on buses with an inconspicuous hand-squeeze and a cheeky grin on Naruto's part.

Emotional conflict was awful, yet overcoming it seemed to give off a natural high. Naruto crashed on his bed when he got home, not realising the next day was on a whole new level.

-

Naruto's alarm had gone off four times before he had reluctantly agreed to drag himself from the bed. By the time he was ready, he was a good ten minutes late.

He had rushed into the school gates a minute before the bell was to go, thanking today's good fortune with buses. He grinned as he saw Sasuke waiting, agitated, cross-armed at the school entrance.

"Hey! Sasuke..!" he waved.

Sasuke looked up, face pulled taut. Naruto's bouncing steps faltered as he registered the stern look on Sasuke's face.

"Sup?" Naruto said, quietly.

A couple of boys walked past, snickering. "Sah-Skaayyy!!" one said, giving him a flamboyant flip of a hand, sending the other boys howling.

Naruto gaped. Sasuke stood, the crease on his brow deepening further.

"That's what'sup."

Naruto's good fortune seemed to have run short. "Ino?" he asked.

Sasuke lowered his head, massaging his temples with his hands.

"Ino."

-

They found her in a secluded corner of the school, deep in conversation with Sakura. She had obviously received a verbal beat-down, as she was already looking very guilty. As she saw the two boys approaching, she blushed and looked down at the ground.

"Naruto, Sasuke… I'm so sorry."

Sasuke sighed and sat down. "Ino, you told people things, didn't you?"

Ino's eyes were glossed over, she was holding back tears. "Yes."

Sakura looked at Naruto and Sasuke empathetically.

"What did you tell them?" Sasuke said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Ino bit her lower lip and remained silent.

"Ino, please."

She looked at him, "I'm sorry, Sasuke."

"What did you say, Ino."

"I… I said… you were gay…" the girl erupted to tears. "I- I- I didn't mean too, I- I was just s- so angry a-and sad I just d-did it out of sp-spite…" she sobbed.

Sasuke rubbed his temples hard, thinking.

"Ino," Naruto said, quietly, "I'm sure this can be fixed…"

Ino looked up at Naruto and tried to smile. "N- Naruto, th- thankyou," she said, hugging him. Why was it that the only times girls hugged him was when he was going out with someone?

"I- I value our f-friendship… I was s- stupid…"

"I'll say," Sasuke said.

Ino turned to Sasuke, slightly hurt, but willing to take the insult.

"Ino, did you tell anyone about Naruto? Did you tell anyone I was with Naruto?"

"..No."

-

The class room was alive with gossip. Murmurs were vibrating the air, and everyone was buzzing with the latest news.

"Did you hear?"

"Hear what?"

"Perfect Sasuke, the one who all the girls chase after?"

"What about him?"

"Notice how he always turns down the girls?"

"So?"

"Dude, he's gay.."

The bell had rung five minutes ago and the said boy had failed to show up. There was talk about how he was moving to some gay nirvana to escape the embarrassment.

"Sorry I'm late," the boy morphed out of nowhere. One hand clutching his school books, the other linking fingers with another's in affectionate gesture. The entire class stared. Who needed rumours? Sasuke Uchiha was…

-

"You're dating Sakura??"

Sasuke turned to the boy next to him and stared at him the way he would at 'meatloaf-for-dinner..-again'.

"Got a problem with it?"

The boy leaned back to his friend.

Sasuke sighed. This was going to be a long day. Hell, this was going to be a long eternity…

But sadly, some things were better avoided.

"But, hey, Ino told us you were gay," the boy had turned back to him.

"So believe whoever you want," Sasuke said, sick of the attention the scene was giving him.

Naruto sat across the other side of the classroom. Safety precaution. Sasuke had told him.

"Master Uchiha, would you hand out these sheets to the class?"

"Yes, sir," Sasuke scrawled a note quickly and took the sheets from the teacher, distributing them one by one to his classmates. As he got to Naruto, he flicked the note out and slid it under the sheet he placed on his desk. Naruto waited till Sasuke was seated before reading the note.

You're coming over tonight whether you like it or not, dobe. Scratch your head if there aren't any complaints.

Naruto felt insulted, but his hand had acted on its own, and his fingers were already rustling through his blonde frizz.

-

The three friends had walked to the train station together, Sakura and Sasuke holding hands as so those who had heard the rumours had something to choke on. They bid Sakura farewell when they got there, and Naruto was sure that when Sasuke's back was turned Sakura had actually winked at him. Not flirtatiously… no. More like your best friend would when they knew you were going to get some. Naruto couldn't help blushing, but waved none the less and headed off to the bus stop with Sasuke.

The bus ride was long, Sasuke lived on the opposite side of town to Naruto, their school being roughly in the middle of both the boys. By taking a seat near the very back of the bus, they ensured nobody would notice their hands resting on each others' knees.

-

Naruto stared, wide-eyed at the sight before him. It was a mansion. No, it was bigger than a mansion. It was huge. It was monstrous. He was probably over exaggerating, but it wasn't a humble apartment like Naruto's.

"Wow," Naruto said as Sasuke unlocked the front door.

"Wow," he said again, as he walked into the quiet, marble-adorned hallway. "This is amazing!"

"It's not that great," Sasuke began, not wanting special attention.

"Smart, handsome and rich… looks like I landed the jackpot…" Naruto smirked.

Sasuke shot him a dark look, which Naruto just shrugged off.

"Seriously, though, your parents must be loaded."

Sasuke's fingers traced a light path over a photo frame sitting on a polished oak side-table.

"Naruto, I don't have parents anymore."

Naruto stopped grinning and looked up at the mood-killer. He saw how Sasuke's eyes became glassed-over, and wrapped his arms around the other boy, holding him from behind. "I'm sorry."

Sasuke smirked. "It's not really your fault now, is it?"

Naruto gave an empathetic smile and kissed Sasuke's cheek lightly. "What happened?"

He felt Sasuke stiffen a little. Maybe it wasn't the right time to be asking such questions…

"..you don't have to tell me if you don't want too…" Naruto started.

"No," Sasuke said, relaxing a bit and resting some of his weight back on Naruto. He stroked his hand lightly and smiled. Sasuke had a beautiful smile.

"I'll tell you," Sasuke said, breaking Naruto from his reverie.

Naruto held Sasuke a little tighter as he began.

I was very young. My older brother, Itachi, he was such a bright kid. The best there was. Nobody could beat my older brother. Not in school, not on the streets, not at home. He was the pride and joy of my father, and he was my mother's little prodigy boy. He was perfect in everyway. When I grew up, I wanted to be just-like-him.

Nobody ever wanted to look past the perfect grades. All his connections turned out to be the wrong ones. Without ever batting an eyelid, without destroying a perfect reputation, my brother, Itachi Uchiha, had worked through the ranks of organised crime.

Why would anybody suspect him? He was perfect, after all. When he came home late at night saying he was at cram school, or had been going out with friends, Who would suspect him?

He had never made a single mistake. Not once. Not ever. But then again, nobody had ever told him not to mix their personal life with business.

It was a mass drug deal from somewhere deep in the heart of the Middle-East. It was a plot to earn millions. It was a day off kindergarten for a doctor's appointment.

We had come home early to find Itachi holding an executive meeting in the living room. We might have gotten away if it weren't for the front door slamming. Before I could do anything, Itachi had shot them both, before dismissing his despicable comrades. He simply smirked at me, called the police, and left.

Naruto's mouth remained dangling open. Sasuke had gone through all that? Seen his own parents shot? ..by his own brother?

"…Sasuke…"

Sasuke looked into Naruto's eyes. They were so deep. Liquid eyes he could get lost in. That he'd actually allowed himself to drown in. He swayed a little. Naruto caught him.

Naruto laid him down on the couch they had moved to. "I'll get you some water," Naruto said.

Sasuke stared at the ceiling blankly. Stupid ceiling.

A few minutes passed. Naruto finally fumbled his way back into the room, offering him a glass of water.

"You do know that's a vase, right?" Sasuke said, taking the vase.

Naruto blushed.

"It's all I could find… your house is huge…"

Sasuke took Naruto's hand before taking a long sip. "Rich parents can rack up quite a hefty life insurance claim when they die."

Naruto froze a little again. Stupid Naruto. Insensitive Naruto. He mentally scolded himself.

"How come the police never went after Itachi?"

Sasuke smirked at Naruto again.

"They still don't know who killed them."

Naruto's mouth dropped open again. Sasuke resisted the urge to kiss him.

"You have to tell them! Right now! Sasuke!"

Sasuke shot Naruto a silencing stare.

"I can't."

Naruto's expression changed to confusion. "Why the hell not?"

"Because…" Sasuke said, quietly, "I have to be the one to find him."

"…"

"… and kill him with my bare hands."

Naruto's eyes widened. "You can't be serious, Sasuke." Was this Sasuke, hisSasuke, a closet murderer?

Sasuke laughed. His face fell shortly afterward. They sat in silence, hand in hand. All that was to be heard was a muffled car outside, or the creaking of the leather couch. Sasuke had been in so much pain. Such lonely pain. Emotional bridges could only be torn down, so he kept himself distanced, creating loveless but practical relationships with those around him. Then, a blonde-haired, over-enthusiastic, bundle-of-energy had bounced into his life. He had tried so hard to remain distracted. Not getting involved with the boy. But he was compelled. His smile, his eyes, his soul. He even tried to get the boy to resent him, calling him names and treating him like trash. But it just seemed to get the boy even more interested in him. Gradually, he found himself going insane. He decided that just-one-bond… wouldn't hurt..

"Sasuke…"

Sasuke looked up, Naruto was looking down.

"Yes.. Naruto…?"

Naruto looked up, seemingly shyly. He edged his way over, and slowly, slowly, lent forward. Sasuke closed his eyes as he felt desire's lips on his own.

Tongue grazed over teeth, lips.. skin. Naruto was all over him, and so suddenly. Sasuke could feel all his pent-up lust surfacing. I've waited so long…

Their bodies moved slow, rhythmically. Sasuke's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lost himself in all sensation. Fantasies played themselves out in his head, reality fringing itself. He moved his arms from Naruto's sides to the hem of his own shirt, and pulled it off leisurely, moving Naruto so he was pinned down on the sofa.

Gasps were escaping from the boy's mouth, and they were echoing in Sasuke's ears, urging him on. Begging for more. Sasuke's mouth moved to Naruto's neck, tongue dancing across sensitive flesh, every new inch discovered provoking new sounds from deep within the blonde.

The heat was emanating, enrapturing. It was raw. It was here, and it was now. It was more fantastic than anything he could have perceived before.

Sas.. uke..

Was his mind playing tricks on him? Was this real? His mouth returned to its counterpart. No longer softly and gently, instead at full-force, volatile. Hungry.