Shut up. Just shut up. I know what your gunna say, I haven't updated in months and blahblahblah...but I got a laptop and dthe next about 6 chapters planned, okay?
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the plot is going to get REALLY GOOD. Like, aside from what happens in this chapter, its gunna be crazy.
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It had been three days, now, Naruto couldn't believe the time that had flown by. Three days since Sasuke and Naruto himself had faced the Akatsuki in what could have been deadly. But they had survived, minor injuries aside. They had survived together.
"Kuso!" He heard a yelp from the kitchenette, startling him from his contemplating daze. He flicked his overgrown blonde locks to the side with a sharp gesture of his neck to see that Sasuke was knelt over a rather large mess on the floor, a hand clutching the roots of his hair in frustration. Naruto's blonde brow furrowed in pity.
"You don't have to cook, Sasuke." He mumbled, tossing the raven-haired boy a dish-rag.
"But I want to do it, Naru..." Sasuke seemed to be in this horribly serious concentration; he wouldn't even catch his own raven eyes with their cerulean counterparts, just a compassionate gaze away. No, he was content with looking at the mess he had made by dropping half a carton of eggs on the floor and the other mess he had made trying to clean it up.
"No you don't."
"Baka, I want to do it!"
Sasuke didn't look most particularly professional, today. He couldn't get away with simply tucking the long raven locks behind his ear in a playful manner, no, he had to pin to them to base of his neck in a strange fashion. His headband lay upstairs on his bed, Naruto knew, right in his pillow case where he thought nobody knew it was. A simple choice in clothing, comfortable jeans that rested comfortably on his slim hips and the loosest tee Naruto had ever seen him dawn was in order, the raven haired boy had decided. His bottom lip was gripped by his teeth in concentration. It was almost terrifying, almost adorable.
"Sasuke, I'm serious." Naruto knelt beside his lover. Sasuke's eyes narrowed dangerously. His lover had thrown on a form-fitting sleeveless thing as a top, and his bottoms matched Sasuke's, save that they were obviously larger. Sasuke's lover's hair was getting to be a bit long now, and he didn't really care for that sloppy kind of look; disorganization often made him feel paranoid.
"So am I."
"Stop it."
"Stop what?!"
"Stop trying to cook, first of all." Naruto reached up from his kneeling position and turned off the burner, which had been sautéing something charred and black for their entire conversation. "And relax. I'll take care of things; after all, you're pr-"
Sasuke forcefully threw a hand over his lover mouth before the next syllable passed his lips. Naruto sighed into Sasuke's palm; his lover would never change, he should have known that, of all people. He took the palm off of his mouth and studied it for a moment before Sasuke sharply drew his hand away.
"You have the smallest hands." A toothy smile splayed stupidly over Naruto's face.
"Not small enough to cover your big mouth."
Naruto grinned and adoringly kissed his lover's forehead. Sasuke scowled when the kiss trailed from his forehead to his nose, then his lips. But he did want it, as much as he hated himself for it. He didn't want to admit this, and probably never would; Sasuke wasn't some rabid dog in heat, he could control his feelings.
His pale, thin lips parted to Naruto's forceful entry, and his thick black eyelashes fluttered closed with the crease of an annoyed raven brow.
RING, RING, RING.
At first, Naruto was content on ignoring it, his kisses starting to move lower, against Sasuke's jaw,
RING, RING, RING.
"Aren't you going to get it, baka?"
"Oh Jesus." Naruto fell backwards, his back against the stove. Sasuke began to stand and brush himself off. "Just when-"
RING, RING, RING.
Sasuke flashed the tinniest smile; three things could make him smile: Irony, clowns (this was a secret he would never tell till the day he died, if that) and Naruto-baka. Naruto stood up as well and brushed past Sasuke with a rush. Sasuke was slipping off his oven mitts when he heard Naruto's voice answer the phone.
"What." He groaned against the receiver, slumping against the couch.
"Hello, Naru-chan." It was Sakura's bright morning voice from the Konoha clinic. "I just wanted to let you know you and Sasuke should probably stop buy with your minor injuries if you haven't treated them already. I've treated everyone else who was involved in those three days ago."
Naruto rolled his eyes, but a limp in his ankle protested of its own.
"Alright. I'll be in later."
"Bring Sasuke; we might want to check up on the you-know-what."
"...its okay, Saku, Sasuke's not here."
She grinned. "The baby, okay? Well, anyway, I've already called Neji-chan, and he's planning to give you soul father ship of the kid. You'll be a much more involved father that Neji-chan would be, that's for sure. Can you picture-"
"What are you talking about? It's my kid, Sakura. Why would Neji get involved?"
Sakura froze over the line, her heart ticking with perturbation against her chest. She twiddled her thumbs and breathed heavy into the receiver. "Sakura?" Naruto's voice was harsher. "Why would Neji get involved if it was my-"
"Neji-chan and Sasuke-chan didn't tell you anything?"
"Why would they if IT''s MY KID." Naruto was breathing thick denial, Sakura could feel it.
Sakura slammed the receiver down onto the desk, making Ino jolt from her mid-day nap on the file cabinet.
"What the hell, Sakura?" She snapped. "You know I've been up for days with all these patients from the Akatsuki freak attack." The blonde yawned and placed two hands on her hips. "Well?"
Sakura buried her head in her hands, ignoring Ino. "Why did I open my big mouth?"
"Hey Naru, could you hand me that-" Sasuke had came wandering into the room looking for a spatula when he saw Naruto sitting preoccupied with his thoughts on the couch. When he had found it, he had began to ask Naruto to hand it to him, yet the blonde startlingly spun around, and with his great hands pinned Sasuke to the wall, by his throat.
"…you lied to me, you bastard."
"…nn…!" The grip his lover had on him was uncomfortable and strange.
"Why did Sakura say Neji-chan would let me be the father?" Sasuke's heart slowed count. Naruto had found out. He had been dreading this all along. He had hoped Naruto could live without knowing, that he could blissfully believe it was his child. Then they could live happily. It would be so much more practical. But it would be too much like lying. Somewhere in the pit of his black mind he was relieved, and in another part he was heartbroken not himself but for his lover. The harsh, unforgiving touch of his lover hurt almost as much as the pain in his voice and the tears beading in those beautiful cerulean eyes.
"Why did she say that Sasuke!" He snarled. Sasuke gasped for a breath; his eyes could barely meet Naruto's even though he was suspended in the air by his lover's hold. "Why would she tell me I'm not the father of your-"
"I don't know!" Sasuke snarled. "She made a mistake."
"No she didn't, you liar!" Naruto seethed. "You lied to me! I thought when I first saw that baby's eyes, they would be blue like mine, but no, I'll see those horrible white eyes of that bastard. Every time I see that baby I'll be reminded of him. How could you do that to me? I thought you loved me!"
"...I...!" I DO LOVE YOU, he wanted to shout. But he couldn't, he just couldn't.
Naruto dropped his lover to the floor where the raven haired boy panted.
"How could you?"
Sasuke kept his eyes on the ground, where he was sure they belonged after such betrayal; with a pitiful slam of the front door he knew he had been terribly wrong, just wishing he could look his lover in his eyes and tell him how much he really did care.
"He couldn't be taking it that badly, Sakura..." Ino patted a comforting hand against her pink-haired friend's shoulder. "Naruto loves that guy to death. There isn't any reason for him to be upset for more than a moment."
"Oh, but that isn't true, Ino! It just isn't true!" She snapped tetchily, standing up from her sitting position on the top of the desk, papers flying askew. "Naruto's in love with not just Sasuke, but the baby too! Oh, Ino! That just broke the poor guy's heart! I know it did!"
"Sakura, look..." Ino took a long drag on a cigarette; ever since the Uchiha case began to surface and her relationship with Shikamaru started to hit turbulence, she had began along with those personal problems a new one out of habit. "Drink some coffee, okay? It looks like you haven't slept in days, and maybe after that I could cover your evening shift, alright?"
"You just don't understand, Ino! I did it again!" She leapt up and dropped her Konoha Medical Clinic white lab coat on the floor in a huff and sped out the door. Ino sighed, picked up her best friends mess because after all, that was what best friends did, and plucked the last cigarette from the carton and lit up.
Naruto's forehead was pressed against Sasuke's in this chaste manner, his strong forearms, bronzed by the recently passed summer, on the raven-haired boy's shoulders. Naruto grinned. This was a first. Never did he meet someone so hateful after they had such a history together, someone who could forget him so fast and only hold on to the things that mattered to him; pain and hurt and revenge.
A shiver of fear ran down Sasuke's spine as Naruto moved toward him, one arm curving around his waist to draw them together. The blonde's face inched closer, his lips tight. Sasuke was completely shocked. What the hell! He was going to kiss him? Well, Sasuke had no intention of ever kissing that blond idiot. No way in hell...Sasuke was a boy, after all, and boys didn't kiss other boys. It was wrong. It was shameful.
But Naruto didn't kiss Sasuke, anyway. Instead he just stared at him with those cerulean eyes, faces so close their breaths could have entwined. Naruto was handsome, that was sure. Sasuke met his eyes boldly
"You see Sasuke; I just realized you have your head so far shoved up your ass you can't see the beauty of humankind. We're equal, you know. You're not any better or any worse than I am, fool..." Sasuke quivered as he felt Naruto's hot breath on his ear; he couldn't understand him, why should he? He was an Uchiha, god-damn-it! In pure anger, Sasuke put his hands on the blonde's chest to push him away, but it was like trying to stop a moving train.
Gently, Naruto caught both of his hands in his, then placed a finger underneath Sasuke's chin and tilted his head back to better gain access to his lips. Sasuke opened his mouth to object but then—Naruto kissed him—driving away any form of protest from his mind.
And it didn't matter that Naruto had a gash on his forehead from where Sasuke had furiously knocked him to the ground to show him how much stronger he had become, nor did it matter that Sasuke's slashed headband was slipping off his forehead in the rain and bobbing over his eyes, lids fluttering closed. It didn't matter that they could stay still in that place, kissing and loving and hating and hurting all at once.
A gentile but forceful hand, made almost blithe by the stupidity of their actions, clutched a bony shoulder, made small and meek by the weakness of pointless anger, and as they kept kissing, an ankle slipped behind the other, making the pair collapse to the wet dew-grass.
"I hate you so much."
"I hate you too." Naruto grinned and pulled the headband fully over Sasuke's eyes and kept on kissing him until he couldn't feel anything anymore.
Naruto snarled at the memory. He had to do something, had to go somewhere to forget about this a while before he could even begin to think of a solution. But he couldn't deny the echoes of times passed that were rocketing through his brain at the worst of times. Before they had learned to love each other, they were broken people, dark, mysterious men with agonizing lives. But sloppy kisses mended their hearts and wounds, words and times shared illuminated the darkness their lives and laughter they could live changed them and somehow they had made each other better.
What had Sasuke said, that he remembered? The most important things were revenge, pain hurt? It felt like Sasuke was causing him to feel all three. For the first time in his whole life Naruto Uzumaki felt such a pain and such a hurt, and such a need for revenge.
Neji Hyuuga had thought that things had begun to go his way for once. As he walked up the drive way into his luxurious home where he knew his lover would wait for him and catch him in his arms when he would open the door, he began to ponder the events of the last few days.
Sasuke's baby had been his after all. This was a problem, but he had found a solution with Sasuke. They had met in secret at Hinata's coffee shop, (and though Sasuke had said they were unnecessary he still believed sunglasses, fake mustaches and wigs were in order) and discussed that Neji would have nothing to do with the baby Sasuke was being forced to keep by Naruto, who would be the father, as far as everyone else was concerned.
The Akatsuki was fine and taken care of. Their next attack couldn't be even in the early stages of development; there were such measures of security taken that a bird flying over head couldn't get away without being inspected.
And he was healthy, he supposed, and he had his money. And he had a hot boyfriend. Life could be better, he supposed, but it could also be a lot worse too. The phone rang while he put the grocery bags on the glass kitchen table.
"Gaara! Get the phone, will ya?"
He grinned when he heard his lover stumble down the stairs, throwing off his reading glasses he refused to let anyone see him in and pick up the phone."Hello?" The read-haired Kazekage's already gloomy expression deflated by at least ten times. Neji was confused. He mouthed, 'who's on the line, baby?' but Gaara didn't move, scarcely breathed. Finally, he broke his motionless prose and nodded, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. "Alright, Naru. Thank you."
"Why was Naruto calling you?" Neji asked with little interest, tossing the gallon of milk into the refrigerator. "What did he have to say, you look nervous. Real tense..."
"Well con-fucking-graduations, Neji. You'll be a great dad."
"What?" Neji's brow furrowed as he tried his best to remain his famous Hyuuga brand of calm and collective.
"You know what I mean. You had sex with Sasuke. And look what came from it..."
"This was a very long time ago, Gaara-chan." Neji felt cornered as his lover began to walk towards him. He straightened his back and tried to hold his ground, though Gaara was clearly taller. "I thought we-"
"A long time ago?" The red-haired boy wasn't losing his temper, and that terrified Neji the most. "Look what came of it, Neji!" He spat coldly. Neji's eyes closed for a brief moment like he was about to be struck. When his eyes flickered opened, opal and cool, Gaara-chan had disappeared.
"Why does it mean so much to them, Tsunade-sama?" Sakura whispered in her hands, halfway to talking to herself. She had stopped by Tsunade's simply to talk and that indeed was what she had done. Tsunade had herself not done much of anything other than flick her shimmery lengthy blonde hair to the side of her neck, nod meaninglessly and sip her tea.
"Well, being a father is almost everything to a boy in love, you known. It means completing them a little bit more."
"But genetically, it's almost stupid. Why does it have to be their kid? Why can't they just comfortably raise someone else's without throwing a fit!?" Sakura was breathing hard. Tsunade's eyes narrowed and she sipped her tea carefully. "Why does it matter so much that they would leave the person they loved most?"
"Well," Sakura was very interested in what Tsunade would say next. "There child is what they leave behind on this earth, Sakura. It means there's always going to be some part of them living on what their fathers passed to them."
"…I think we're about to see the sort of chaos and hatred you or I could never have imagined before."
Itachi Uchiha was sitting down for the first time in days, twisting his thick, shiny black locks into braids unconsciously and then untwisting them around his finger. There was a silence that pervaded the small room in which Kisame, Deidara, reside for the night. Deidara was tossing a ball of clay he kept in the pocket of his cloak up and down arithmetically as Kisame watched, somewhat drowsy. Sasori was humming softly to himself as he stitched up one of his puppets that had been nearly destroyed in their fight with Konoha three days earlier.
Not a man wanted to speak of the terror they would face when they saw leader-sama and when he would find out the news of their failure. Not a word was spoken about how he would skin them alive and how they probably would never hear the end of such a simple mission being so severely and utterly ruined.
Deidara's cell phone began to ring and with a need to end the awkwardness, he whipped it out and answered immediately. "What is it, yeah?" All eyes befell him. He blushed slightly. "Oh, hello leader-sama. How are you, yeah?" Deidara was quite for a long time, long enough that Itachi took his eyes away and began to inspect the chipped black polish on each of his fingers.
Suddenly, Deidara snapped the phone shut with a pleasant expression splayed like a child across his face.
"Who was that?" Kisame asked, again simply wanting something to fill the silence.
"It was leader-sama!" Deidara grinned. "And he's not going to be back for several more days, yeah!"
A look of relief washed over each boy in the room. "Well, what are we supposed to do for 'several more days'?" Sasori mused.
"Let's go out somewhere. One last hoorah, what do you say, yeah?" Deidara was standing up and stretching his limbs. "We deserve it!"
Not a soul breathed a sound about the fact that anyone who had failed did not deserve anything at all, nor could four men wanted around the country could do many things without being found out. And rice hats and infamous cloaks wouldn't help.
"Alright, sure, why not? One last hoorah before all hell breaks loose, am I right?"
Sasori was scowled at as the few Akatsuki members picked up their things off the floor and slid on sandals and coats.
"You ever heard the saying, hell is other people?" Kisame laughed, but no one else seemed to find it very funny at all.
So did you like it? Like I said, it'll get alot better...
-bankotsuchick