A/N: Here's the epilogue. I had a lot of typos in the last chapter, because I didn't proof read, since I started to get a little ill, as I was uploading it. Sorry! But this has less typos! Hehehehehehehe! Those who are wondering Wanna Sext?: The Reunited will STILL be a SasuNaru story. And I'll post a new chapter here to alert you all when I post the new story! Those who might be wondering, hopefully it will be up around Saturday or Sunday at the latest. And I pray that in the first chapter, all of your questions will be answered when you read it.
Epilogue
Naruto had awaken from his peaceful slumber, groaning at the intense pain stabbing his lower abdomen. His azure eyes fluttered open; revealing the unfamiliar surroundings that did not remind him of his room back home. The beige walls were divine, and decorated in the most luxurious decor. He propped his body up upon his right side; feeling the hand wrapped around his waist; shift up along his torso. Naruto gasped. His incredulous eyes averting hastily towards the sleeping Uchiha next to him. Mouth slightly agape, as he calculated the incident, albeit quite baffled by the predicament.
So he hadn't dreamed this? He'd actually slept with Sasuke?
Everything felt surreal, but the excruciating pain in his lower body assured him that; this had been real from the beginning. Sasuke's blanched skin shone in the sunlight; that beamed upon his person, but Naruto truly didn't care. He grabbed the limp limb, and moved it from around his waist. Rising out of bed, before hastily grabbing up his clothes and dashing into the restroom. He panted for breath, rubbing his weary eyes, while the faucet ran cool water down into the sink. His blonde hair had been matted, from all the aggressive tugging, but he did seem quite content with the matte during the sex. The nude blonde groaned inwardly, with an ire feeling arousing within him. He couldn't fathom anything, and the obscenities flowing in his mind, were unfit to be spoken to anyone. A knock erupted from the other side of the door. Startling him. "He...Hello?" He inquired, slouching his shoulders at the sound of the butler's calm and graceful voice.
"Mr. Uzumaki, breakfast is awaiting you and Master Uchiha downstairs. That's if you'd like to eat before departing to the United States." Naruto mentally cursed at the newly divulged information.
Does everyone know that I'm fucking leaving?!
He clutched the edges of the pearl sink, convulsing as he braced his body up with both arms. "Umm...No thanks, Mister. That won't be necessary, since I have to get going like, now!" Naruto retorted. Scooping up a handful of water, at which he splashed the liquid against his blanching face. "Just...Just don't worry about me."
"But Mr. Uzumaki-"
"-I said don't worry about me!" Naruto growled. Slamming his clenched fists against the surface of the sink. Baring his teeth in the reflection of the mirror, while the elder gentleman cleared his throat and excused himself. Still naked and highly ashamed; Naruto grabbed a wash cloth and scrubbed his body of the retched smell of sex.
This never happened! Itachi, never made the deal! I didn't! We didn't have sex! No! I'm just dreaming! No!
He scrubbed his flesh until the sun-kissed skin turned red, from all the harsh friction. His breathing accelerating, and the excruciating physical suffering intensified. He felt secluded from the world around him, trying desperately to hide the fear within his heart. After about 30 minutes of the brutal attack upon his flesh, he grabbed his long discarded boxers and slipped into them. His bottom lip quivering in agony, as he dressed himself in his tainted clothing, and abruptly dashed out the bathroom door. Rushing hastily down the spiral staircase, towards the Manor's front door, where Itachi stood waiting. Naruto froze dead in his tracks. Mouth slightly agape in awe. "It...Itachi? Wh...what are you doing up so early?" He inquired nervously. Rubbing the nape of his neck, while chuckling hesitantly at the amused raven.
"Leaving so soon?" He challenged. A smirk adorning his face, but Naruto didn't seem to intimidated by the gesture. "I thought it would be nice that you'd actually stay and have breakfast with my little brother-"
"-I don't want anything to do with that bastard! I've done what you asked, so pay up and I'll be on my way!-"
"-What?...Not even a goodbye note or something?" Naruto scoffed, folding his arms firmly against his pectoral muscle. He didn't have time to deal with the trivial questions. He needed to leave soon, before his flight went off without him.
"I...I don't want to talk to him. Just...Can I go now?" He asked coyly, stalking towards the main entrance. Jostling his way pass Itachi, who smirked knowingly. He abruptly whisked around, and grabbed Naruto's wrist; eliciting the blonde haired teen to turn around and gawk at him. "What?-"
"-At least write him a note. Tell him how you feel, before he wakes up to an empty bed." Naruto averted his solemn gaze and sighed.
"I can't do that." Itachi pulled the blonde closer, and clutched his cheeks, forcing the boy to look into his eyes.
"Why?" Naruto worried his bottom lip. His eyes glistening as he pushed Itachi away.
"I don't know! I don't want to talk to him! I don't want to leave him a note or anything! I'm done with you, Uchiha! Completely and utterly done!-"
"-Ill write the note, just tell me what to sa-"
"-I can never love him!...Tell him that. Tell him how he's hurt me physically and emotionally! Hope he has a great life, and if we ever meet again..." Naruto averted his tear-filled eyes back toward Itachi. "…Tell him that he will always be the same Sasuke I grew up with- He's a Teme! Don't forget that-"
"-Foolish, blonde." Naruto groaned, and rushed out the front door, slamming it close behind him. Itachi chuckled inwardly, and turned to meet his butler. "Write the message down, and place it upon his lamp stand. Please, Eugene?" The old man nodded obediently, and vanished down the foyer.
Jiraiya analyzed Naruto, who shook in small convulsions, while they ventured towards the airport. The sexagenarian sighed languidly at his grandson, who seemed somewhat mortified at the sight. The bright 10:30 am sun, guided the old beaten Toyota towards the main entrance of the international airlines. "Naruto, you okay?" The blonde pressed his clenched fist firmly against his right jaw, his azure eyes analyzing the outside world. He groaned at his grandfather's inquire, and averted his ire gaze back to Jiraiya who smiled halfheartedly. "I know you don't wanna leave Konoha, but you have to understand...You need to stay safe." They parked in the parking lot, and exited the vehicle. Stalking side by side up towards the large facility. "Kyuubi called this morning...He seemed pretty excited that you were coming to visit. You know he'd love to have his little brother, come live with him for a few years...As a matter of fact, how long have you guys seen each other?" Naruto furrowed his eyebrows to the center of his forehead. Giving the man long side glares throughout the conversation. The azure sky, eliciting a cool breeze and wonderful sunlight to embrace them on this perfect Autumn day.
"It's been a few years." Naruto answered reluctantly. Eyes wide in astonishment, when the duo pushed through the double doors and into the cold AC building.
"I'm definitely going to miss you, Naruto." His grandfather spoke. Silence.
"Sir, please step this way, and place your luggage on the belt." A young woman directed them, towards the awaiting airline. Naruto grunted, while picking the stuffed green suitcase up off the ground. He pushed it on the conveyer belt, and looked over towards the woman, who beckoned them. "Step through the metal detector please." They did as so.
"Passport." Another airport official stated as he walked towards them, at which Jiraiya handed the booklet over towards the man, who opened it and stamped the seal of approval. "Okay, here you go...Next!" Naruto took the passport nervously. His breathing shallow, but the feel of his grandfather's hand pressed against the small of his back calmed him slightly.
"It'll be okay, Naruto." He shook his head assuringly. A knot materializing within his throat.
"Next flight to the United States, will be leaving in 10 minutes! Please make your way to Terminal A-3!"
Naruto glanced over at Jiraiya who smiled genuinely at his grandson. "I guess, that's me?" Jiraiya nodded assuringly, and pulled the blonde into a tight loving embrace. The gray-haired man, carded his fingers through those young blonde locks. Tears threatening to push pass the brink of his eyelids.
"I'm gonna... miss you, buddy." He croaked out. Letting the tears roll down his now rosy cheeks. Naruto held his grandfather closer and cried against his chest cavity.
"Gonna miss you too, Gramps-"
"Next flight to the United States will be leaving in 6 minutes! Please make your way quickly to Terminal A-3!" They broke away, and Naruto clutched the handle to his luggage. Making his way towards the Tunnel, with the luggage wheeling behind him. He made his way all the way up to the airplane's entrance door. Glancing over his shoulder to wave good-bye at his grandfather one last time.
Good luck, Naruto. Jiraiya thought.
Sasuke crumbled up the piece of paper, throwing the note into the nearest trash can. He felt betrayed that Naruto actually just up and left him behind without even uttering a simple good-bye. He reached over the edge of the bed and snatched up his discarded underwear. Thrusting each leg inside in a pit of rage. He felt secluded from the world, and to be frank; he hated being isolated from anyone! Damn Uzumaki! He thought as he punched the wall forcefully. Clenching his jaw, as he panted for breath and slammed his other fist against the wall. The sun seeped through the blinds, and danced upon his carpeted floor, while he trashed his room. Knocking his luxuries off the shelves. Throwing books all throughout his room, and he even punched several holes in the wall. He felt so degraded and he loathed this feeling!
Why does Naruto make me feel this way?!
He groaned and collapsed nonchalantly upon the floor, closing his eyes as his bedroom door slammed opened. "Sasuke, what the hell?!" Fugaku exclaimed, at the sight of the newly destroyed furniture. The raven refused to acknowledge his father who ranted on and on, while he thought otherwise.
I will never join an online chatroom ever again! I'll never join an online chatroom ever fucking again! I'LL NEVER JOIN A DAMN CHATROOM EVER AGAIN! DAMN YOU, NARUUUUUUUUUUTO!
"We are now entering Arizona's airport. Hope you enjoyed your flight, and have a nice day." Naruto groaned, snuggling against an obese man who, shoved him away forcefully. He snarled at the rude gesture, looking down at his iPod to see it was now 10 o'clock pm, when in Konoha it would actually be just now turning 6 in the morning. He rose languidly from his cozy seat and grabbed the green case of clothes, and made his way off the plane. His azure eyes searching through the crowd for his brother; who he hadn't seen in some years. The blonde carded his fingers through his hair, sighing languidly since he was already exhausted from looking out for Kyuubi. Streetlights and the stars in the sky, gave him little lighting, while he gave up all hope like usual.
"Na...Naruto?" The blonde hesitantly glanced over his shoulder, at the sound of his name being called. Gawking incredulously as the tall slender man who analyzed him. His long red hair cascading down his slightly broad shoulders. His sky blue t-shirt tight against his toned abdomen, and the skinny jeans hugged his firm hips perfectly. The older looking man brushed a few of his bangs behind his ear. Those emerald eyes shimmering at the sight of the baffled blonde.
"Kyuu...Kyuubi?...Nisan?" Kyuubi nodded.
"It's me, Otouto." The blonde ran into his brother's embrace. Smiling at the sight of his older brother. "I'm glad you're here...Lets get home, so you can get comfortable in the new city." The red-head picked up the luggage and escorted his brother towards his red Nissan Centra, at which he placed the luggage in the trunk. Hopping into the driver's seat, while Naruto eased into the passenger seat. "So, Naruto...How was the flight over here?" Kyuubi inquired, glancing over at his brother, who stared deadpan out the window adjacent to him.
"It was fine." He retorted. The wind whistled in the midnight air, eliciting a cool breeze to swoosh through their perfect locks.
"You know...Grandpa Jiraiya, never told me why you had to move over here...Care to explain that for me." His brother demanded, as he stopped at a red light. Naruto groaned and firmly folded his arms against his chest cavity.
"Something happened between me and Sasuke, so grandad sent me here to stop the drama back home-"
"-Wait!...Sasuke?! The Sasuke Uchiha?" Naruto scoffed at that, eliciting Kyuubi to chuckle at his encumbrance. "Finally, someone showed those Uchiha bastards, that they don't run everyone's life...Is Itachi still living with his parents?" Naruto nodded assuringly. "Now, why am I not surprised." He mused aloud. "He's the bastard of all bastards-"
"-I'd say Sasuke has him beat." Kyuubi chuckled again at Naruto's comment. Glancing over at his younger brother, to see the slight smile adorning his face.
"All Uchihas are bastards." He cooed, driving down the road towards his home. "You hungry?"
"Yeah...Lets go to Tony's Pizza Plaza-"
"-Hell no, Let's go to McDonald's!" Naruto smiled enthusiastically. Pumping his fists in a boisterous way, while his brother sped down the road.
And Jiraiya said Kyuubi had matured tremendously...Evidentially, he must have miscalculated.
Hope you enjoyed the little epilogue. Have a great Thanksgiving! Until next time, people!
~Shadowcat.