Disclaimer: This isn't Kishimoto if that's who you're looking for...
A/N: This is being posted a day later than I intended for it to go up, which thank you very much Black Panther. The time I was supposed to spend proofing I spent at the movies, so I am very sorry! Um, wow... I'm like two months late with this and I'm angry enough at myself about that. I don't even want to hold anybody up from reading LOL.
"You're like a summer breeze, yeah,
running through my head
You're like a summer breeze, haha, yeah
I just let the top down on the PCH
Left hand on the steering wheel
other hand up on your waist
Hit her with that oh my God,
I think she wanna taste my DNA,
'Bout to pull up to the spot,
you know I do everything you say, oh
Only if you like it rough
Million dollar ring, fuck a budget." ( - Summer Breeze. Chris Brown. /SasuNaru.)
Warning: Unbeta'd. I think Sasuke and Naruto are in HEAT LOL. Like, no, really. THEY WANT TO FUUUUCK SO BADLY.
Chapter 49 - New Cut, Who Dis?
Sasuke smirked appreciatively, watching warm water pelting down on sun-kissed skin.
Golden locks drenched to his forehead, Naruto shivered, his eyebrows furrowing in slightly. He could feel it, and it was so hot and hard against his backside. Just the sensation of Sasuke grinding his swelled erection against him was enough to make him cum, without even needing to touch himself.
"Stick your ass out some more and arch your back, Naruto." Sasuke breathed into a tan ear, his onyx eyes hooded-over in a thick haze of pleasure and an acute flush cruising along the ridge of his usually pale cheekbones.
His hand pressed against the fogged glass of the steam shower, Naruto pulled his bottom, kiss-bruised lip between his teeth as Sasuke's hand enclosed the front of his throat, the firm grip void of any actual pressure, but commanding, and he was weak to it. Compiling to his lover's coarse demand, he arched his back and stuck his ass out further, his glossy, cerulean eyes fluttering open. "Mmh, ..Sasuke," The raven's hand slowly leaving his throat, his voice left him in a breathy whimper and his legs felt like jelly. God, he didn't think he could endure anymore of this.
He released his bottom lip from between his teeth when Sasuke clasped his hip tight and the Uchiha's other hand reached around in front of him, wrapping around his already oozing member and began stroking him. A sharp, trembling gasp leaving him, Naruto bowed his head and watched the Uchiha's pale hand work up and down his rock-hard cock fervently, each pump coaxing another surge of pre-cum to leak from the slit of his member. The lewd sight imprinting itself in his brain, his eyes rolled in his head as he was hit with endless waves of delicious ecstasy and drool accumulated at the corner of his mouth, his cock throbbing with the urge to release. "S.. Sasuke, I-I can't.. h-hold it anymore, I'm gonna come," He moaned out, slamming his fist against the glass out of desperation.
Snapping his hips faster against Naruto, his aching and flushed erection sliding along the curve of Naruto's plump, round ass in an uncontrollable hunger to release as well, Sasuke panted through gritted his teeth, "Go ahead. I'm almost- ugh, there, Naruto." And, Lord, he was. All the pre-cum seeping from his dick was mixing with the shower water on the Uzumaki's backside, making the slightly rosy skin of Naruto's tan ass so slippery and sticky. He groaned, releasing his grasp on Naruto's hip and then wounded his fingers into the back of blonde locks, pulling Naruto's head up. "F-Fuck, that feels.. so damn good." He groaned tightly with a shudder, his flushed lips parting in a silent moan. He was so fucking pent up and this was about the only way he could get off. Still, he desired to be inside of Naruto so badly. The curse that crawled up his throat sounded more like a beast-like growl and then he leaned into Naruto's neck, latching his teeth onto the skin there, his climax speeding for him like a freight-train.
"Ahh, o-ouch! S-Sasuke," Naruto grimaced at the tight hold the raven had on his hair and the teeth biting at his skin while Sasuke's other hand was still pumping his cock. But, the closer he got to cumming, the more the pleasure diluted the pain. "Sas- Haa! Sasuke, your hand-d, ..slow up, please! It's too i-intense," He pleaded with a sobbing whine, his eyes rolling until they crossed in the middle of his head.
Sasuke inwardly smirk. It only turned him on even more that he could give Naruto so much pleasure to the point that it became unbearable for the Uzumaki. His thumb teasing the head of Naruto's cock was all it took to have Naruto's legs trembling. Sasuke licked and sucked at the skin between his teeth, the ring of his lover's sweet moans bringing him to the edge.
"I-I'm com- Aah! Aaaah!" Naruto came so hard he almost lost his footing, his ass grinding back into Sasuke's cock as he rode out his orgasm and his load hit the glass of the shower in front of him.
"Holy shit, Nngh!" Sasuke freed Naruto's neck from his teeth and went rigid, unable to help climaxing right after Naruto with the way the blonde cried out in sheer bliss and the God damned erotic sight of the taut muscles in Naruto's ass flexing and clenching when he glanced down. He released the Uzumaki's member and pumped himself until the very last spurt, onto Naruto's ass.
"A-Ahhh," Naruto convulsed and quivered, breathing in deeply.
Sasuke let go of blonde locks, panting, and then licked over his lips. That felt fucking amazing.
It took a good few minutes for Naruto to collect himself, and when he did, he started laughing. "..This is why I hate showering with you, teme," He stumbled, turning to face the Uchiha, his gaze heavy. "You're such a horny pervert," He teased, reaching back and wiping up some of the cum on his ass with a finger and then bringing the digit into his mouth.
Sasuke smirked, watching Naruto suck the cum clean off of his finger. "Hn. Says the one slurping up my cum like my own personal slut."
Naruto shrugged, winking at him.
"You know, it sucks that you're gonna miss Daisuke getting his haircut today," Naruto said after pulling on his box-briefs as he eyed what was playing on TV in the bedroom, his hair still dripping. "I know he's upset about it too."
"I know, but I've rescheduled this doctor's appointment far too many times as it is," Sasuke came strolling out his closet, pulling on a black t-shirt and then settled his gaze on the Uzumaki standing clad in only a pair of tight briefs near the bed. Lord, Naruto's body had to be a gift from the heavens. "But I'll make it up to Daisuke somehow. I'm sure he'll be fine as long as he has you there, dobe." He stated, sauntering up behind Naruto and eying the mark left lingering on his neck, proudly. Naruto was his, and his alone.
"I think the amusement park will do just fine," Naruto remarked, the clever smirk on his face hidden from Sasuke. He had promised Daisuke that they would go back anyway, so it was only right that they took another trip there, and this time, no matter what, Sasuke wasn't dragging them home until they were damn good and ready. "Don't worry though. I'll make sure to record him while he's getting his hair cut-" He paused, lips suddenly greeting the side of his neck and moving against his skin. An immediate wave of goosebumps arose on his skin in response to the tender nips Sasuke deliberately rained down on that weak spot on his neck. "Sasuke..," He breathed, his eyes fluttering shut for a pleasurable moment before he caught himself and his eyes snapped open. "Sasuke, s-stop," He broke away from the raven and turned to face him, the predatory smirk spreading on Sasuke's lips making his cock twitch.
"Naruto, help me out here," The Uchiha insisted, taking Naruto by the hand and guiding it to the hard-on confined in his pants. "This, right here, is all your fault."
Naruto's fingers grasped it, all on their own, and the Uzumaki bit down on his bottom lip, tempted. Fuck, why was the bastard doing this to him?! He blushed, quickly taking his hand away and stepped over to grab the shorts he was going to wear off of the bed. "No, I have to go," He told him solidly, but before he could pick up his shorts, Sasuke caught him by the wrist, turning him back around. "Sasuke, seriously, I have to leave. You're going to make me late and Daisuke's waiting," He tried to pull away from him, ignoring the pleading look in Sasuke's eyes.
"All I need is five minutes, Naruto."
"No, Sasuke," Naruto shook his head, sitting down on the bed, even though the Uchiha still had him by the wrist. "Let go of me, you fucking horn-dog," He demanded, stifling a laugh.
Sasuke knew he had Naruto, especially when the Uzumaki started that flustered laughter. "Two minutes then?" He attempted to persuade him with an alluring smile before deciding to push his lover down onto the bed and climbing over top of him.
Naruto out-right laughed, blushing hard when Sasuke pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him, pinning the wrist he had in his hold above his head. "Sasuke, nooo! Come on!" He tried to shove him off, but that was kind of difficult to do with one hand. "S-Sasuke, I can't," The man began attacking his neck with slow, passionate kisses and he whined half-heartedly, kicking his legs. "You asshole, I have to leave!"
"I know this is sudden... and may even scare you away, but I can't keep my feelings silent any longer. I've fallen in love with you, my darling. ..." The handsome, curly-haired male character on the TV screen smiled, charmingly, holding out a bouquet of red roses with an arm bowed behind his back.
A PS4 controller in her grasp, the girl's cheeks burned as red as the roses 'her love' presented to her. "Oh, Yuma-kun, ..of course that wouldn't scare me away. I feel the same!" She squealed out, squeezing her eyes shut and falling back onto the bed, basking in the thumping of her heart. He was absolutely perfect. Why couldn't all boys be like him?
"Too bad the only love confession you'll ever get in life is from a guy that isn't even real, huh?"
Hanabi's eyes snapped open at the sound of that dry, monotone voice that demolished the 'happily-ever-after/until-death-do-us-part' fantasy she envisioned having with her Prince, Yuma-kun. She threw herself up from the bed, her face darkening into a deadly glare.
Aki turned away from the television in HIS room and looked at her in annoyance. "So, are you done yet? Mother says it's my turn now and I want to play Tekken before I leave."
The thirteen year old felt a glaring, translucent eye twitch and growled through her teeth, "No, I'm not done yet! Now get out, you little runt!" She shot up off of the bed, tossing the controller down and then snatched Aki by the long braid flowing along his back and began dragging the now hollering eight year old towards the door.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" Aki wrapped his hand around the base of his braid in urge to lessen the pain, his faced screwed up in agony. "L-Let go, H-Hanabi-nee! This is why no boy will ever-" And before he could even finish, he was thrown out into the hallway and the door was slammed in his face.
'H-How dare she!' Aki silently sneered, rubbing at his now aching scalp and then scowled at the door, his eyebrow twitching. "You evil witch..," He murmured under his breath before stomping off and going back downstairs into the living room where everyone else in the house was. "Mother, Hanabi-nee refused me my turn!" He huffed out, plopping down on the sofa.
Daisuke's eye twitched.
A sigh leaving her, Tenten took her eyes off of the day-time game show playing on the television and looked at her brooding son, a half folded shirt in her hands. "Alright, I'll go deal with her once I've finished with this basket," She said, going onto fold the shirt completely and then adding it to the other basket half-way filled with clean clothes she had already folded. "You know, Aki, maybe if you were a bit nicer to her she wouldn't be as mean as she's been towards you lately. Have you ever thought of being more polite and possibly acting cuter?"
Aki stuck his tongue out, making a repulsed noise. "Cuter? Why would I want to be cute for her?"
Daisuke's eye twitched, again.
An uncharacteristically sinister gleam flickering in her clear, lilac gaze, Hinata tilted her head at the cards in her hand, pretending to ponder to herself. "No, I think puberty has just turned Hanabi into real a grump, Tenten. She gets agitated so easily nowadays," She breathed out, sitting on the floor across from Daisuke with her legs folded. "Skip you. Skip you, again, and draw four," She shot an innocent smile at the little Uchiha, having dealt most of her hand swiftly, and cunningly.
Daisuke's mouth tightened and his cheeks burned as red as the frustration boiling up inside of him as he plucked four cards from the deck in the center of them.
Tenten laughed a bit, peeping the red spreading throughout Daisuke's face. It looked like he was finally coming to terms with reality. "And unfortunately there's no instructions manual on how to handle teenagers. I'll tell you this, Hinata, when Aki's her age my hair will have started falling out from the stress and defiance I know he'll rain down on Neji and I," She half-joked with a sigh, bringing a hand to her cheek and Aki's eyebrows flew up at her in insult.
"Oh I'm sure you'll be fine. Neji-nii-san will have it all under wraps," Hinata giggled, playing her next card. "The color is blue, Daisuke-kun."
"Whaaa?" Daisuke's mouth hung wide open at the accursed card dealt before him.
Hinata inwardly snickered when the whimpering Uchiha reached into the deck, again, and achingly plucked six cards from it until he got a blue one.
"There!" Daisuke grunted, throwing down the one blue card he ended up with.
Hinata hummed, aligning the rest of her hand and then played her entire blue hand, one by one, until the last card she possessed. "Uno! Out!" She declared with a smile, pumping her first up into the air and the Uchiha groaned loudly, dropping all the rest of his cards from his hand onto the carpet.
Gripping at his folded legs, Daisuke puffed out his cheeks and looked at the woman with narrowed eyes, his long and sleek hair water-falling down his shoulders. "..I'm sure you saw right through my cards, Hina-chan. You have x-ray vision, don't you?"
Tenten stifled a laugh, finding the suspicious look on Daisuke's face to be absolutely adorable.
Hinata chuckled and waved him off, bashful. "Of course not, Daisuke-kun. That sounds so silly. You said I should play you seriously and not allow you to win, so that's what I did. I played seriously."
Daisuke hung his head, having no choice but to accept defeat. "Fine, ..you won fair and square, I guess, Hina-chan."
Hinata nodded, giggling, and then started gathering up all of the cards since they were finally finished with the American card-game, UNO. She played against him for eleven rounds straight and all the way up until this last round, Daisuke had refused to admit defeat. Something about the way he hadn't wanted to give up reminded her of Naruto. Her eyebrows crinkled at the thought of the blonde. She couldn't help wondering where he was. He was supposed to be taking Daisuke to get his haircut today and she figured he would have come to snag Daisuke and Aki by now. When the little Uchiha came over to wait on the Uzumaki, he mentioned that Naruto was about to shower and a few minutes after that, Naruto had text her saying the same thing, that he would be over in a half an hour after he took his shower, but quite some time had passed since then.
Daisuke got to his feet, smoothing out the blue tank top and the blue and white patterned capris he wore and then went and plopped down on the couch next to a brooding Aki. "Just how long is Naru-chan going to take?" He muttered to himself, leaning back.
Silent, Aki turned his eyes away from the TV and just stared at the Uchiha's hair. He was going to miss it.
"Yeah, I wonder what's taking him so long as well. He said to give him a half an hour at most last he texted you, didn't he, Hinata?" Tenten asked the Hyuga standing to her feet.
"Mm," Hinata answered her with a nod, a curious look appearing on her face as she slipped the Uno cards into the small box she picked up off of the coffee table.
Daisuke huffed, hearing that. He was becoming impatient, especially since he was one-hundred percent prepared to get rid of his long hair today. Even the sweltering summer heat outside agreed with him because the combination of long hair and heat did not feel too great against the skin of his neck and arms.
Tenten made a face, folding a pair of pants. "I'll text him once I'm done then. He's never been one to take this long getting ready, so maybe he got side-tracked. You know how his brain works," She remarked, laughing slightly.
Hinata smiled humorously, setting the box of cards down. "For all we know he could be watching TV while lotioning up. He tends to do that." She then picked up the remote off of the coffee table and checked the television for the time.
"Hey, Daisuke, are you sure you want to get a haircut?" Aki curtly decided to ask, burying his hand into the back of the Uchiha's long, soft tresses and raking his fingers through them.
Daisuke blinked, turning to Aki, the sudden question catching him off guard.
"Hyuga Aki!" Tenten clipped tersely with a threatening snap of her fingers and Aki flinched at her cutting tone before his startled gaze met her stern one, one he knew better than to argue against. "Don't you dare, you know better than that. He's made the decision to get a haircut and you're to respect that, you understand me? What have I told you about voicing your opinion when it isn't needed, huh? Is it your hair?"
"Um, ..n-"
"No, exactly. So, you shouldn't have anything to say about what Dai-chan wants to do with his hair. And I better not hear another question about it come out of your mouth."
Hinata took a knowing glance at Aki and winced at the embarrassment bright on his face. She would feel bad for him, but raising a proper gentleman meant nipping rotten behavior in the bud while he was young. He would grateful to his mother for it when he was older.
Aki lowered his head, flustered because of the scolding he received, in front of Daisuke. ".. I was only asking a question." He mumbled under his breath, fiddling with his fingers.
His shoulders slumped, Daisuke wore a pout as he eyed the Hyuga. He figured that there would be a possibility that Aki wouldn't want him to get a haircut, but he had at least hoped he would be cool with it.
Hinata set the remote back down on the coffee table, her voice soft as took it upon herself to chime in. "Your mother's right, Aki-chan. You should be more supportive of your friends' decisions, when they're good at least. Don't be a brat, okay?" She said to him with a slight smile on her face, starting on her way out of the living room. "I'll go get Hanabi off of the game so you can get your turn."
Tenten tucked a side of her hair behind her ear, a grateful sigh passing through her lips. Now she wouldn't have to stop what she was doing and be able to get through all of the clothes without any distractions or interruptions. Usually Neji would help her out with the laundry, but he and Itachi were off having a relaxing weekend vacation to themselves. Lucky them.
Aki slowly lifted his head and turned to Daisuke, a guilty expression arising on his face when he looked into disheartened, brown eyes. It wasn't his intention to make Daisuke feel bad, but he did, again. A darker red spreading throughout his cheeks, he fidgeted with his hands more. He didn't mean to... "..Sorry, Daisuke," He apologized, softly.
Daisuke blushed hard, his eyes going wide. Getting an honest apology from Aki had surprised him because he hadn't expected for him to apologize. "..I-It's okay. Thanks, Aki." He uttered, tucking a side of his hair behind his ear out of nervousness. His heart was pounding really hard and loud. He hoped Aki couldn't hear it!
Aki blushed harder, raising his eyes off of the Uchiha and onto his mother, who showed him a pleased smile. He then smiled a little in return, kind of glad that something so simple could make her feel proud of him. "So, what kind of haircut are you going to get?" He went onto ask considerately, putting his fingers back into Daisuke's hair.
Daisuke smiled big, giving a shrug of his shoulders. "I don't really know yet, but feeling my hair on the back of my neck is pretty annoying. I think I'm going to get it cut short,"
Tenten's smile spread wider as she reached into the unfolded basket of laundry and began folding a pair of shorts. She was excited about the thought of Aki and Daisuke getting older. She could see it for herself right now that their friendship would blossom into something a lot more interesting. She watched the way her son laughed with Daisuke, and of course, couldn't help but notice how easily he laughed with Daisuke. Her eyebrows shooting up at the sound of front door being thrown open broke her out of her thoughts and she looked to the living room entrance to see Naruto come rushing in a moment later, breathing hard, like he had just darted from across the street without taking a second to breathe, and his hair clearly still wet. She would have thought that with how long it took him to get over here he would've had enough time to dry his hair. Her mouth pursed.
His whiskered face flushed, Naruto looked at the two children staring at him like he was a madman from where they sat on the couch. "Hehe, I made it. Sorry it took me so long," He showed them a sheepish grin, rubbing at the back of his neck and then raised his blue eyes onto Tenten. "It's hot as hell out there, Tenten," He sighed out, doing a subtle movement with his arms that one would do when running. "I sprinted, alright. I was not finna break a sweat, I just got out of the shower."
Tenten laughed, looking over his appearance. "I was just about to text you. What took you so long?" Hmm, a pair of basketball shorts and a sleeveless hoodie? So, it wasn't like the Uzumaki took forever because he was getting all dressed up. She blushed slightly, her inquiring gaze having wandered up off of the hoodie he was wearing and locating one very red 'bruise' on the side of his neck.
Naruto played it cool and let out a slight laugh. "O-Oh, well, you see, what had happened was," His voice stumbled out just as unrehearsed as his answer sounded. "I was planning on, um, jumping in the shower right when Daisuke left out, but then I realized.. uh, that, you know, I didn't have any clean clothes," He explained and then breathed a hopeless sigh, bringing his arms across his chest. "So, yeah, I had to wash a load of clothes before I could take a shower and that's what held me up all this time."
"H-Huh?" Daisuke giggled, wearing an odd expression and blue eyes fell on him. "But this morning you were so proud of yourself for getting all of laundry done today, Naru-chan-"
"–I missed..," The raise of his voice caused Daisuke to jump and look him in the face with wide eyes. He realized he startled the kid without meaning to and cleared his throat, bringing his tone down, "A few things, Daisuke."
"Naruto," Tenten called, her hushed tone successfully drawing his attention. She then beckoned him with a finger and he walked over to her in confusion, a blonde eyebrow quirked. She leaned in close to him, bringing her hand up beside his ear and whispered, "You know, if you're going to tell a lie it would be wise to cover your tracks," She tapped a finger on the love-bite on full-display on the side of his neck and felt him tense under her touch. "We've got some Band-Aids up in the bathroom cabinet, if you would like one," She offered, struggling to stifle her laughter as she backed away from him and Naruto's face burned bright.
Naruto, too embarrassed to say anything more, simply turned around and took off like a bat out of hell for the upstairs.
Aki and Daisuke eyed the staircase the man rushed up, strangely, curious as to what that was all about.
Tenten held back the fit of laughter she wanted to fall into and clapped her hands together, breaking the two boys out of their pondering. "Go and get your shoes on, boys."
Daisuke moved off of the couch and went to go do just that. He was ready to be rid of his hair.
Aki began getting up as well, parting his lips to ask Tenten if he could grab a popsicle from the kitchen before they left, but the voices coming from upstairs caught his attention.
"Whooooa, Naruto-nii, what did you get attacked by some wild animal?!"
"Hanabi, I just asked for you to show me where the big Band-Aids are. No need for your comments."
"Well, if your boyfriend hadn't been trying to rip out your jugular with his teeth, which is exactly what it looks like he was trying to do, you wouldn't need a Band-Aid in the first place."
"Hanabi, what are you talk- Oh wow! That is really something, Naruto-kun."
Aki froze, his eyes going wide and face paling in terror. "Um, Daisuke, your father's not a werewolf, is he?"
Naruto smirked at the closed sign in the window of the barber shop, Morino Boys to Men Cuts, and then went ahead and pulled the door open, giving Daisuke and Aki the honor of going in first.
Daisuke and Aki were relieved to have escaped from the sweltering summer heat, the inside of AC chilled barber shop comparable to paradise. They looked around in the empty shop and the quite pristine-looking, sleek, black barber chairs were in their respectable stations, the clean, hard wood floors had a polished gloss to them and the huge flat screen mounted high on the wall was comfortably angled between the waiting side of the shop and the barber side of the shop.
"Yo, Ibiki!" Naruto called out with a grin, letting the door shut behind him and in response, the black curtain that led through to the back of the shop came swinging open, revealing the one and only Morino Ibiki, the man Naruto had trusted with his hair since he was a teenager.
"It took you long enough, damn punk," Ibiki groused, strolling his way over to the blonde and the two children in his shop, his usual glaring expression showcasing itself. "You have some nerve showing up late when you asked that I close down the shop for this appointment," He griped in a tone that one would mistake for annoyance, putting his hand out to the Uzumaki.
"Yeah, really sorry about that, Ibiki," Naruto let out a slightly sheepish laugh, gripping Ibiki's open palm in greeting. "I lost track of time." This was entirely Sasuke's fault, and he guessed somewhat his own.
Aki and Daisuke swallowed, staring up at the burly man who had two, scary-looking scars marring his bothered expression and a wave-cap on his rugged head.
A fond smile then appeared on Ibiki's lips, although it was slight, as he let go of the blonde's hand. "So, you think just because you're a celebrity now you can ask such requests of me, heh, Naruto?"
"Hey, I'm no celebrity," Naruto scratched at a whiskered cheek with his finger, a coy flush coloring his face. "Maybe I made the request 'cause of the favoritism I know you have for me, Ibiki."
Ibiki breathed a humored laugh, the ring of it gruff and dropped his hand onto Naruto's head, ruffling the Uzumaki's hair. "You might want to come to terms with reality, punk. You're a celebrity now, whether you like it or not, so get used to that."
Daisuke exhaled, witnessing the warm-hearted nature he hadn't expected from Ibiki because of how frightening his exterior and face had seemed at first and Aki felt the tension in his shoulders let up.
Naruto frowned a bit, ducking out from under the familiar hand and looked at Ibiki with a genuine pair of bright, blue eyes. "To everyone else maybe, but you know I'll always be Uzumaki Naruto, the same kid that begged to sweep hair off of the floor in here at fourteen for some chump change."
Ibiki snorted in remembrance of how persistent Naruto had been that summer all those years ago and then just smiled. "Glad to hear it," He then turned his acute gaze down onto the two kids standing beside the Uzumaki. "Alright, which runt is getting the haircut, Naruto?"
Naruto grinned big, putting his hand on top of Daisuke's head, possibly more excited about Daisuke's haircut than Daisuke was. "This one right here. It'll be his first one since he was baby, so be sure to fix him up nice, will ya! His hair's already been washed and blow-dried too."
The little Uchiha blushed nervously under Ibiki's exanimating stare and gulped.
"Well, c'mon, get over here, runt," Ibiki turned around, beckoning for the child to follow him over to one of the barber stations in the shop.
Daisuke complied with a nod, trailing over to the chair the man wanted him in and Aki went over and took a seat on the waiting bench running along the other side of the shop.
Daisuke waited a moment for Ibiki to lower the chair for him and then climbed up into the huge chair, finding that it was quite comfortable.
"Hehe," Naruto waltzed in front of the child, a thrilling glee dancing on his face. "So, what are we going for, Daisuke? Shall we go prim and proper, or maybe badass with a hint of gentleman?" He wiggled his eyebrows at him.
A wide smile spreading on his lips, Daisuke's eyes shimmered in fasciation. "Whooooa, I think I like the sound of that second one, Naru-chan! I'm not allowed to repeat it, but I want that!" He exclaimed, hearing Ibiki messing around with the stuff in his station before he felt a neck strip being wrapped around his neck and then the man brought the black barber cape around to the front of him, draping him with it and fastening it behind his neck, beneath his hair. His adrenaline was beginning to pump. He was really doing this! He blushed a little, taking a glance over at Aki and the Hyuga was just watching from where he sat with an expression that Daisuke honestly couldn't read.
"Okay, you heard him, Ibiki," Naruto said, reaching into the pocket of his basketball shorts and taking out his cell phone. "He wants a real cut, man. I mean short and lined up, lookin' sharp," He turned on his phone's video camera and pressed the record button, both anxious and excited about the big change Daisuke was about to go through. Daisuke had only had his hair cut once when he was about three years old and that was when Sasuke decided to have all the kid's curls cut off, kind of just to spite Daisuke's mother, not that Sasuke would ever admit that, but Naruto wasn't stupid. Sasuke had been well aware of how much she loved Daisuke's curls.
"And you're sure about this, kid?" Ibiki gathered up all of Daisuke's hair in his hands, making sure none of it was tucked into the cape and then let it drape the back of the barber chair. "You want all this hair gone?"
"Yes, please. I want it all off of my neck if you would be so kind, sir," Daisuke answered adamantly.
Naruto laughed. "You heard the man, Ibiki."
So, Ibiki got to work, sectioning off the child's hair and pinning up everything, but the back half of Daisuke's long hair. The kid had so much of it that the back of his hair that was already sectioned off had to be sectioned into other parts as well in order to make it easier for Ibiki when he would begin cutting, instead of struggling to cut through so much at one time.
Filming possibly the biggest moment in Daisuke's life, Naruto internally screamed when Ibiki finally reached for the hair-cutting shears.
His eyes skilled and precise, Ibiki maneuvered the pintail comb in his grasp out the way and held the first thin curtain of Daisuke's hair between his fingers and then brought the shears in his other hand to where he about to cut it.
Aki squeezed his eyes shut, unable to watch.
He swallowed, slowly leaning forward and breathing growing thicker. Their lips were... so close. Menma could feel the heat spreading throughout his face, his heart pounding a mile a minute as he watched the two love interests on the television screen closing in for their first ever long-waited kiss of the series in anticipation. Just a little more and–
"Menma!" Iruka called from upstairs, disrupting the intense moment of passion cerulean eyes were aching to witness.
With a groaning sigh, Menma paused the drama with the remote that had been next to him and leaned back into the sofa, tipping his head back. "Huh!" He yelled back.
"Don't 'huh' me! Come up here and see what it is I want, boy!" Iruka shouted acutely.
Scowling, Menma threw some jabs at the air out of annoyance and frustration of having to leave the comfort of the sofa before he tossed the remote down and got up, the strap of the grey tank top he wore slipping off his shoulder. "Coming!" He answered in utmost respectfulness, contrary to the annoyance he felt, and heading upstairs.
On the way, he had been preparing himself to get chewed out about a chore that he hadn't done or really anything he may have done that he may not have realized he did today worth getting yelled at for, so when he entered his dad and Kakashi's bedroom, he was surprised to find his dad reaching into one of the six clothing store bags on the bed and taking out a dark pair of jeans.
Menma pursed his mouth in curiosity, walking over to where Iruka stood at the bedside. "Yeah, Dad?" He asked, checking out the different name brands on each bag. "Did you want me for something?"
"Mmhm," Iruka held the jeans up after unfolding them and then turned to the teenager. "Since I got off work early today I went and bought you some clothes, half because I felt like it and half because I know you don't have as much as you did before you ruined some of the clothes you had." He casually mentioned and Menma's eyes grew a bit in recollection once he took them off of the bags and looked at him.
His cheeks flushing slightly, Menma's facial expression faltered into somewhat of an embarrassed one. He was more comfortable avoiding the memories of the severe manic episode he experienced not too long ago because it was humiliating to think of himself in that pitiful state, and the one thing he hated most was being seen as pitiful. It was the reason why he made it his responsibility to pay for his bedroom window that he busted out, which he was still saving up for. However, he had pushed it to the back of his mind that during a fit of hysteria he cut and ripped up some of his clothes. A good amount, actually.
He bit at his lower lip, finding it hard to look his father in eye and then murmured a quiet, "..Sorry."
Iruka showed him a soft smile, his eyebrows furrowing a little. "There's absolutely nothing you have to apologize for, Menma. Can't I buy you things just because?" He chuckled, holding the pair of jeans out to his son.
Menma took them before putting them up to himself.
"Do you like them? I thought you would look so nice in them,"
Looking down and taking in how loose the jeans appeared against his own legs, a stifled laugh left Menma. "Dad, they're so baggy. Not my kind of jeans at all," He raised his head, pouting. "A pair of skinny jeans would've been just fine, but no, you always have to go against what it is I want, and just because I like my jeans a little snug."
Iruka's gaze narrowed at him. "Menma, they look nice. Besides, if I were to pick out the damn jeans that you would like then I might as well send you to do your own clothes shopping, which would get you in a whole lot of trouble because I know you would come home with anything and everything I wouldn't approve of."
"What do you mean, 'come home with anything and everything'? I can't like, ..you know, tighter jeans, Dad?" He asked, beginning to fold the jeans up and his father pinned him with a knowing look. Menma made an offended noise, mocking an expression of disbelief before an 'innocent' smile quirked onto his lips. "How can wearing tight jeans mean I'm up to no good, Dad? You don't even know why I like my jeans tight in the first place."
"I know exactly why you like jeans so tight, Menma."
"Oh yeah?" He lifted his chin cheekily, curious to know his father's answer. "Why then?"
"So you can show off your behind, Menma, and I don't like that." Iruka wore an unpleasant frown on his face, taking the half folded jeans from the teenager and folding them the rest of the way himself.
Menma went quiet for a moment, amused by the fact that his father at least knew that much. Still, he felt like getting a humorous reaction out of him. He inwardly hummed, turning to take a seat on the edge of the bed and watched the man set the pair of folded jeans down on the bed. "No, not just so I can show off my behind," He voiced and his father glanced over at him, his mouth pursing already. Menma laughed obviously, putting his hands out to either side of himself. "I gotta show off the package too, Dad. Have to let the print leave an impression-"
"Boy!" Iruka was quick to grab the jeans off of the bed, about to whack the Uzumaki with them, but Menma hopped up from bed and ran to the very foot of the bed, clutching his stomach and hunched over in pure laughter. The harsh look on his face diminished once he took in the joyous ring of Menma's voice. He loved to hear him cheerful more than anything, especially since it wasn't everyday he got to see the boy so.. happy. Iruka tossed the jeans down onto the bed before pointing a stern finger at Menma. "Quit talking like that, you hear me?" Menma continued to giggle, his cheeks flushed and Iruka felt his resolve weakening, his own voice beginning to tremble humorously. "Menma, you're in for a whooping if I ever hear you say that again. That is not funny."
Hearing the obvious laughter tainting the man's tone, Menma straightened up and spotted the faint smile curling onto Iruka's lips. "B-But you're laughing," He said, snickering and it was then that his father finally outright laughed, putting a hand to his forehead out of self-disappointment. "I was only joking anyway, Dad." He leaned his upper body onto the bed, shooting his father a sly smirk. "I overheard the conversation you were having last night with Kakashi about you not liking how tight his uniform trousers are because the size of his 'package' can be seen."
Iruka almost immediately stopped laughing and breathed out, dropping his hand from his head and looked at the teenager in exasperation, his cheeks warm. "My God, I swear you have super-hearing or something."
Menma shook his head casually, grinning. "No, I don't. You just talk very loud when you're pissed off, Dad. So, you're to blame that hear all your personal business around here."
"Yeah, okay," Iruka replied with a roll of his eyes before reaching into another bag on the bed and taking out a sneaker box. "I've heard about enough from you,"
Cerulean eyes brightened at the Nike shoe box. "Ooo, I needed some new sneakers too."
Nodding, Iruka took a look inside the box and then closed it back. "I know. Here, try them on and see if they fit well," He tossed the box over to Menma, who caught it effortlessly. "I'm pretty sure they will, but your feet might've grown within the span of four months."
Menma opened the sneaker box and his eyes glimmered in reflection of the beauties he took sight of. They were a pair of Nike Air Presto Ultra Flynit. He put the box down on the bed before taking out a sneaker, awestruck. "Dad, these are 'clean'," A smooth whistle passed his lips as he checked out the sneaker from all angles and the pure platinum was simply begging for him to start drooling.
Iruka motioned at the sneaker in his son's grasp, a bit of a smile still on his face. "Menma, put them on your feet and walk in them, please."
"Alright, Dad," He breathed, reaching into the sneaker and taking out the tissue paper. Then he leaned up off the bed, sitting upright and putting it on. As soon as his foot was enveloped in it, sheer comfort bathed his bare foot.
"What do you think? They fit alright?" Iruka asked, running his fingers through his hair.
Menma nodded, his grin pierced with a prominent set of dimples. "Yeah," He got up from where he was sitting on the bed and put his sneaker-clad foot down on the floor. "They feel really good too." He relaxed his foot inside of it completely and then took a few steps, testing it out.
"I expect they would feel good since there's memory foam in them," He mentioned, watching Menma raise the foot he wore the sneaker on and kick at the air, clearly in order to test their flexibility, and he seemed pleased with the results. Iruka smiled, glad that the Uzumaki liked the sneakers and then gathered up all of the bags on his bed in each of his hands and held them out. "Alright, here you go. You can take these bags and go through them yourself. I bought you some more shirts and shorts, and a few other things," Menma danced over to him after putting the sneaker on his foot back into the box and took the bags. "I'm about to hop in the shower," He sighed to himself, feeling icky from being out in the summer heat.
"Yes, yes, enjoy yourself a nice, relaxing shower, Dad. You deserve it," Menma reassured him with a smile, turning to leave out of the room. "And thanks! Love you! I'll be back for my sneakers!"
His brow creasing in sudden remembrance, Iruka stared off as he wracked his memory. There was something.. something he was supposed to tell Menma, but he couldn't recall what exactly. He turned his head, looking off to the side of himself and thought for a moment, and then that 'something' sparked in his mind. "Oh, wait!"
Menma stopped in the doorway, glancing back at him.
"I forgot to tell you that Itachi called for you on the house phone this morning, but you were still asleep."
Menma's eyes went wide. "He did?! Why didn't you tell me earlier, Dad? What time this morning?!"
Iruka leveled him a look. "First of all, I was getting ready for work and in a rush, and second of all, I'm letting you know now, Menma. Relax. Just call him back."
Menma groaned out and Iruka watched the Uzumaki run out of the room, rather frantically. His eyebrow arose strangely. He didn't think he had ever seen Menma so eager to call someone back, ever.
Iruka headed downstairs after his shower, using the white towel draping his shoulders to dry his wet hair and saw that Menma was back lounging on the sofa with his feet pulled while talking on the phone. He was sure Menma had been talking on the phone with Itachi since before he even hopped in the shower. He found that to be kind of cute, honestly, and of course it was only natural that Menma and Itachi had formed somewhat of a bond with each other, considering the circumstances. He was in no way blind to the fact that Menma had grown an attachment to the Uchiha. However, he was still curious to see for himself just how close the relationship between the two of them actually was.
Iruka silently stopped on the staircase, listening to Menma's conversation as he continued to dry the chestnut locks curtaining his shoulders with his towel.
"You know what I've realized? Neji is a special type of man to be able to put up with you. All you had to say was 'I'm craving some hot wings' and Neji left to get you some hot wings while you stay back and chill in the room. What were you busy doing last night when I called, hm?" Menma asked with a purse of his mouth, eying the drama still playing on the television and the polished response he received from Itachi was casual, the man's silky tone tranquil. Menma was soothed by it. "..Oh cool. So you left the spa and went to one? ...Man, I've only been to a pool-hall once in my life, and that was one time when Kakashi let me tag along with him and his friend, Gai-san. They tried to teach me how to play, but I'm terrible at it." He sighed out, leaning back into the sofa.
"Want me to teach you?"
Menma breathed a small laugh, the buttery enticement strung in the Uchiha's offer making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, even though he was well aware of how innocent it was. "Itachi, I couldn't learn how to play pool to save my life, so it would be a waste of time to teach me. I am certain of that," A smile spread on his lips when Itachi replied with one of his usual, egoistical remarks. "..Yeah? ...Well, I'm glad you're having a chill ass weekend. I didn't do anything today."
Iruka felt his eye twitch. The boy's foul language never seized to amaze him. Too bad he was ease-dropping right now or he would have slapped the kid upside the head, but this time he would let it slide.
Menma reached his hand up into his hair, threading his fingers through dark strands and massaged the pads of his fingers against his scalp. "Hm? ..Nah. I've been watching TV from the time I woke up until now," He answered, frowning slightly. "I wanted to go out today, but Shee already made other plans, which irritated me because I don't have anyone else to hang out with,"
"Absolutely no one? You?" Itachi inquired amusingly.
"Really, Itachi. I don't. I don't hang out with those guys in Shibuya anymore because I've been trying to separate myself from those types of influences," Menma told him honestly, taking his hand out of his hair. "And that was your advice, remember? I should surround myself with people that 'have my best interest at heart and are healthier for me', but I have yet to meet these people. So, until I meet such people who exist, every time Shee flakes on me I'm gonna be bored out of my mind."
Iruka's eyes were wide as he looked at Menma from where he stood and then a pleased smile slowly spread across his face. He was certainly surprised to hear something like that come out of Menma's mouth and he felt proud. He and Kakashi had been trying to get such messages through to the teenager for a while before now, but every lecture they gave him seemed to go in one ear and out the other. The influence that Itachi had over Menma was damn phenomenal and he was grateful for that. Over the course of a couple of months he had seen a growth in Menma's maturity.
Iruka started down the stairs, again, still eying his son.
Menma turned his head, hearing the footsteps coming off of the staircase and watched his father walk pass the couch in a t-shirt and boxers and go into the kitchen with a big smile on his face.
His brow creased weirdly, he continued on with his conversation. "See, I don't know though.. . I feel like maybe he got a girlfriend to be honest because he's always down for whatever, no matter how cold or hot it is outside. He and I are always together, have been since we were about eleven, so of course I've noticed that when he's feelin' a girl or starts full-on dating someone he'll start flaking on me. And I have a gut-feeling that's what it is this time," He muttered in suspicion, his fingers twiddling with the soft material on the arm of the sofa.
"I would assume that you have spoken to him about how that makes you feel when he does that."
"Huh?" Menma realized the impression his tone must have given off and shook his head, although Itachi obviously couldn't see the movement. "No, no, I've never said anything about it because I know it's not something he does intentionally. Shee's not like that. I don't really mind, but I just be feeling bored waiting for him to drop those chicks, and that usually doesn't take long anyway." He said, a permissive laugh leaving him.
It wasn't long before a good thirty minutes went by and Menma hadn't realized how absorbed he had been in their conversation until he saw the ending credits of the drama he had been watching rolling down the TV screen and smelled food cooking from the kitchen.
He picked the remote up off of the sofa and surfed through the channels as he responded to Itachi in a murmur, "I'm almost done all the homework, but I called last night 'cause I needed help with a problem," He passed Cartoon Network when he saw nothing interesting was on and was contemplating on settling with a game-show channel.
"Hn. I've told you about second-guessing yourself, Menma." Itachi lightly reprimanded.
"No, I wasn't second-guessing myself. I just wanted to double-check the formula I was using to make sure it was correct because I didn't want to risk it being wrong and have to do it all over again-" But before he could finish explaining himself, the remark that Itachi cut him off with made him toss his head back and blurt out laughing, a very dark shade of red heating his cheeks. "-Oh my God, Itachi! No! I did not miss you, and it wasn't an excuse! You're so full of yourself! I swear, you're so full of yourself!" His voice cracked a little and he tried to stop laughing in order to clear his throat, but he felt flustered and he didn't get why.
"Hn. See, you're lying so badly you've thrown your voice out of whack," Itachi teased, laughing smugly.
"I hate you so much right now," Menma whined, bringing his hand to his throat. "I know my voice is fucked up. It sounds croaky and I don't know why, but if I raise my voice to high it does that, and it's been doing that for the last couple of days." He blushed harder, rubbing his throat.
"Puberty is having a field day with you since sixteen is right around the corner."
Menma wore a pout. "But why would that have anything to do with it? I assumed my balls had already dropped," He said in confusion and the huffed laugh that drifted through the phone brought him to laugh as well. "W-What? I'm serious, Itachi. I thought I was passed that stage. ..I can't stand it, I sound so ugly."
Itachi snickered. "No, I think it sounds rather cute."
Menma felt his face run hot and scowled slightly, embarrassed. "No it does not, Itachi! It doesn't sound cute at all, you're so full of it," He listened to the Uchiha's smooth, taunting laughter coming through the phone, another pout forming on his face. "You know what? I'm about to get off the phone with you."
Iruka lifted his eyes off of the bowl of shrimps he was removing the shells off of in the sink when Menma came rushing into the kitchen, the Uzumaki's perturbed facial expression looking feverish. Iruka eyed him, stopping what he was doing for a moment and Menma went straight for the seasoning cabinet above the microwave. "What's wrong?" He asked, oddly.
"Oh nothing," Menma reached into the cabinet, searching around for the salt. "Itachi thought that maybe some warm salt water would help with this voice-cracking issue I've been having lately, so I'm gonna try it." He mentioned to his dad when he finally located the container of salt and took it out, shutting the cabinet door back.
"Ah." Iruka nodded agreeably, going back to removing the shells off of the shrimp. "Yeah, that might help. Cold stuff might do it too, like popsicles or something."
Menma moved to grab a glass cup out of another cabinet a couple doors over, taking out a tall one and setting it down on the counter. "I don't know what's wrong with my voice, and it's already been irritating me, but leave it to Itachi to let me know that my voice is all out of whack, like I didn't already know that." He grumbled light-heartedly as he opened up the container of salt and his father chuckled. "Dad, can you turn the warm water on for me, please?"
Iruka turned the faucet out of the way of the shrimp and turned on the warm water. "Well, you know how Uchiha are. They'll tell you about your entire existence with no filter and no remorse."
Menma laughed as he poured a good amount of salt into the glass cup. "Ain't that the truth? But at least I know he's in a good mood. ..If he was at home by himself he'd probably be miserable and starving right now without me around to cook any food."
"Hmmm," With a prolonged sound of inquiry, Iruka dropped a few naked shrimps into a separate bowl he had set out on the countertop beside the sink. "I wouldn't go as far as to say he'd starve, Menma."
"No," Menma replied, the laugh that left him certain. "Trust me, Dad, he would die. Itachi can't cook for shi– crap!" He quickly managed to exchange the curse word that almost slipped passed his lips with one more appropriate, even though the self-alarmed expression he showed to his father pretty much screamed 'guilty as charged!' and the look his father fixed him with was unnerving. "He can't cook for crap, Dad!" He reiterated, flashing him an innocent, dimpled-smile, desperately trying to cover up his slip of the tongue he almost had, although he knew doing so was useless.
Iruka pursed his mouth skeptically at the teenager, but still confused as to where Menma came to the conclusion that Itachi couldn't cook, raised an eyebrow at him. "Did he tell you that? That he couldn't cook?"
"Uh," Menma stepped over to put the glass under the running faucet, a light crease forming on his brow. "Well, no. But I just figured since I've never seen him cook or anything all this time that he doesn't know how to." Too busy measuring the water filling the cup with his eyes, he missed the amused smile that flickered onto Iruka's face.
"Menma," Stifling a chuckle, Iruka watched the Uzumaki set the cup down on the counter and then turn off the faucet. "Um, Itachi was practically Mikoto's little apprentice in the kitchen growing up. He can cook, and I'm talking full course meals." He told him undoubtedly and clueless, cerulean eyes looked him right in the face. "You really had no idea?"
Menma blinked, dumbfounded. ".. Yeah.., I thought he couldn't.. ." There was a sudden rush of embarrassment that he felt begin to heat up in his whiskered cheeks.
"Did you ever ask him if he could cook?"
The clear humor in his father's voice causing his entire face to burn red, Menma turned his head and dropped his gaze down into the salt water in the glass. "I mean, I've asked him to help me make desserts from scratch before and of course I've noticed he's good at it, but.. no. I didn't ask him if he knew how to really cook. I figured that was pretty much all he knew how to do."
Iruka snickered slightly, going over to check on the crab cakes broiling in the oven. "So, you didn't think it was odd that he's skilled at making pastries, from scratch, but not actual meals?"
Menma now glared at the salt dissolving and clouding the glass of water. So, he had been slaving over a stove from the time he had started living with that dick and all this time... . 'That fucking diabolical motherfucking prick!' His eye twitched as an image of that damned egoistical smirk appeared in his head.
Sasuke was leaving out of the kitchen with a chilled bottle of water to his lips when he heard the front door being unlocked. He then strolled toward the genkan to greet Naruto and Daisuke, drinking down some water. He had returned from his doctor's appointment some time ago, so it was about time that they were back. He had been beginning to feel lonely home by himself.
"C'mon, I promise you he'll think it's cool. It looks good," Naruto came through the door with a half-drunken bubble tea in his hand and a wide grin plastered on his face, and his other hand held the door open for Daisuke to walk in ahead of him.
His eyebrow rising with interest, Sasuke lowered the bottle of water from his lips, ready witness exactly what Daisuke had had done to his hair. He hadn't been too certain about how serious the boy had been about getting his haircut and it wouldn't even surprise him if the boy decided not to tamper with it too much since Daisuke loved his long hair just about as much as he loved his face. However, when he saw Daisuke come striding into the house, carrying a bag of leftovers from whatever fast-food place he and Naruto had stopped at on the way home, his eyes went wide and he almost dropped his uncapped bottle of water onto the floor. Daisuke's long hair was non-existent and he looked like a brand new kid, or at least a kid that Sasuke hadn't seen in years. His hair was now freshly shaped into a two-block haircut; in which from the sides to the lower back of his head was in a low-cut, but when the hair started going into the crown Daisuke's head, it was a longer, wavy mop of locks that tumbled over his forehead.
Sasuke was stunned, to be honest. Since his child's hair was short now, he could see the wave and curl patterned he had almost forgotten had been underneath so much hair. Also his face, his face was eye-catching. Fine, ambiguous features were now a lot more prominent than they had been.
Daisuke, of course, took notice of his father standing a few feet away from the genkan as he was about to set his leftover bag of fried chicken down, and stared back at the blank look on the man's face. "Uh... I'm home?"
"Ugh, it's still so hot out," After shutting and locking the front door, Naruto turned to see Daisuke and Sasuke in a full-on stare off. He laughed amusingly, going over and toeing off his sneakers at the genkan while trying to get a read on Sasuke's face. "You like it?" He asked the Uchiha, grinning from ear to ear, but Sasuke said nothing, simply stared harder at the child. He could understand though. He was speechless when he finally took a look at Daisuke's face after all that hair was gone and Aki was pretty much awestruck all the way until they dropped him off at home.
Naruto glanced down at Daisuke and then threaded his fingers through the front of the little Uchiha's hair, finding Sasuke's dumbstruck reaction to be somewhat comical. "I know, he looks so much different now, huh? But it looks good, right?" He raised his blue eyes back onto Sasuke and he still couldn't get a read on that handsome face of his. He tilted his head, a slightly concerned laugh escaping him. "Sasuke?"
Waiting on some kind of vocal response from his father, Daisuke felt his cheeks growing hot and gulped. Did he not like it?
Sasuke finally lifted his gaze off of his son and looked at Naruto. "Naruto, whose kid is this?" He asked simply, gesturing to Daisuke.
Daisuke's mouth dropped open and the corner of Naruto's mouth trembled humorously.
Sasuke sighed out and walked closer to Daisuke, eying him considerably and then scrubbed his fingers through his own hair, pretending to seem confounded. "Honestly, Naruto, what are we to do here?" He looked back at the Uzumaki and he could tell, by the twitching of his lover's smile, that it was a struggle for Naruto not to give into the urge to burst out laughing. "You've abandoned Daisuke God's knows where, clearly, and picked up this random kid off the street and then decided it would be fine to bring him to my house-"
"Whaaaa?!" Daisuke screeched in outrage, dropping his bag onto the floor. "It's really me, Dadd-"
"Listen, fella," Sasuke pointed a finger at him, shushing his son and put on a pointed look. "A very handsome fella, indeed, but didn't your parents ever teach you not to follow strangers home?"
Naruto snickered through his teeth, watching the utter shock claim the kid's face. Daisuke honestly believed that his father didn't recognize him right now.
Sasuke then tried to appear as serious as possible when he turned his eyes back onto Naruto, his tone crucial. "Naruto, where is Daisuke? Did you call the police?"
Daisuke huffed, fed up and shoved his father's leg. "Daddy, it's me! I'm right here!" He shouted, a saddened frown tugging at his lips. "I'm your baby, remember? You really can't tell it's me?" He whined, desperation welling up in his brown eyes.
With one look at that expression looming on his son's face, Sasuke didn't have the heart to keep up the act. Chuckling, he smiled down at him. "I was only kidding, Daisuke. Of course I recognize you." He squatted down in front of the boy, capping down his water and a pout twisted onto Daisuke's mouth.
"Daddy, that was very mean.." He grumbled, crossing his arms upsettingly.
Sasuke lightly pinched the tip of Daisuke's nose, a good-natured laugh leaving him. "I apologize, Daisuke. It's just it's been so long since I've seen you without so much hair. Can you forgive me?"
Naruto smiled wider, seeing the exchange between them.
"Yes, you're forgiven," Daisuke breathed out, a defeated smile breaking out on his face. "So, you really like it, Daddy?"
Sasuke let go of Daisuke's nose and his gaze wandered the boy's face, intently. "Yes, I like it very much. Although, I didn't think you would look this different."
Naruto noticed the almost startled look in midnight eyes. Sasuke seemed a bit.. unsettled by the features of Daisuke's face that the haircut made look a lot more blatant and striking.
Nodding in agreement, Daisuke stretched his arms up above his head. "I feel different. Liberated."
"Liberated?" Naruto laughed incredulity, taking eyes off of Sasuke and then taking a sip of his bubble tea. Where the hell had Daisuke even learned how to use that word? The kid's vocabulary was far beyond his years. "C'mon, Dai', take off your shoes so you can get ready to jump in the bath." He murmured around the straw between his lips.
"Yes, a bath is what I need! I feel so sweaty and icky," Daisuke sat down so he could take off his shoes.
Naruto then held his drink down to Sasuke. "Want it?" He offered with a grin, breaking the Uchiha out of whatever was going on in his head.
"Oh, you're still busy?" Naruto murmured, waltzing into Sasuke's home-office later that night after showering and the Uchiha replied to him with a noncommittal sound, acknowledging his presence, but his eyes stayed glued to the desktop screen.
Naruto strolled up behind the computer chair Sasuke was reclined in with a playful smile on his face and then settled his hands on the man's shoulders, hoping to draw his attention away from the screen, but the bastard simply kept on typing. So he slid his hands down to the front of Sasuke's chest, his arms crossing over one another there and then he leaned down, eying the side of stoic features adorned by black, thick-framed reading glasses. Sasuke was certainly a whole other level of sexy when wearing glasses. It had Naruto feeling all hot and bothered. "Sasuke," He crooned into his ear and a fine, dark eyebrow rose.
"Hn?"
"I want some attention," Naruto made sure the whisper was lusty, needy, .. distracting. That it would at least get the man to offer a glance his way, like he had expected it to. However, Sasuke continued on working, like he hadn't even heard him, which was baffling. Naruto screw his face up and narrowed his eyes at him. "Sasuke," He gritted through his teeth in irritation.
"Yes, Naruto? I need to get this done tonight, so what did you come in here for?" He responded, stopping his fingers and turning his head to look at the blonde, his tone sounding more distant than harsh or bothered.
Naruto stared Sasuke in the face, annoyed.
"What?" Sasuke sounded honestly confused.
"Didn't you hear what I just said?"
"You called me."
Naruto rolled his eyes, idly fingering the material of Sasuke's shirt. "No, I said I wanted some 'attention', you ass."
"Oh, well," Sasuke really didn't recall hearing anything like that, but gave an affirming nod before fixing his gaze back on the computer screen. "Give me fifteen minutes and then I'll be finished, alright?"
Naruto sucked his teeth, unable to figure out why the Uchiha was still behaving so oddly. Sasuke was always down for some freaky shit. Hell, he found any damn excuse to pounce on him like a mutt in heat any other time, so his indifference right now was concerning, and he had been like this ever since he saw Daisuke's haircut earlier. He blew out a huffed breath, his cheeks puffing out. Sure, the one time that he was horny beyond belief and came asking for some 'attention', Sasuke would rather focus on work. A crinkle appearing above his nose, his blue eyes hardened in determination. He wasn't taking 'wait' for an answer.
Naruto quietly leaned in and pressed one smooch against the exposed skin of his boyfriend's neck before he went on to rain kisses down all over that side of Sasuke's neck and he inwardly smirked when he felt Sasuke tense and shudder under his lips, graceful fingers seeming to stop for a split second where they were on the keyboard. He hummed slyly, leaning up and took a look down at Sasuke's crotch and wasn't surprised to spot a sizeable hard-on forming in the confines of the Uchiha's sweat shorts.
Naruto walked from behind the computer chair and went around to the front of the occupied raven, slipping onto his lap side-ways, letting his legs dangle over the arm of the computer chair and Sasuke didn't seem to mind that at all since he simply allowed Naruto to maneuver himself in between his arms as he fluently continued typing on the keyboard.
Naruto's eyebrow twitched at the annoying sound of keys being pressed and the impassive expression on his boyfriend's face. He knew by the steely bulge he felt beneath his ass that there was no way Sasuke wasn't in the mood. Sasuke, however, did seem distracted, and not by whatever he was working on at the moment. Staring up at him, Naruto watched the raven's face, quizzically. He didn't know what the hell was going on in that haughty brain of his, but did the bastard honestly plan on making him wait?
Reaching up, Naruto licked over his lower lip and curled two fingers into the collar of Sasuke's shirt, sliding the material down in order to fully expose a pale collarbone.
Sasuke was trying his best to focus on the proposal he decided he would have prepared and emailed off to Yagura by the end of the night, but the soft, plump kisses he felt being littered along his collarbone stirred the arousal he was suppressing. "Naruto, can you please knock that off?"
Naruto groaned out, pulling back and grabbed Sasuke by the face, making him look down at him. "What's wrong with you?"
His brow furrowing slightly, he eyed Naruto confusingly. "What do you mean what's wrong with me, dobe?"
Naruto's firm gaze locked Sasuke's. "Something's bothering you, I can tell."
Sasuke stayed quiet for a couple of seconds before his eyebrow rose at him. "When did you cover this up?" He inquired, touching the band-aid on Naruto's neck with a finger.
Naruto threw him a look and frowned. "Don't do that. Don't try to distract me from what's going on with you."
Sasuke hesitated, realizing that despite Naruto's tone, concern was evident on his face.
"Ever since Daisuke and I came back earlier you've been weird, you know," Naruto said subtly, slipping his hands from the Uchiha's face. "What? You actually don't like the hair cut?"
Sasuke didn't answer, taking his glasses off and setting them on the computer desk. He then scrubbed his hand over his face before running his fingers through his hair, feeling somewhat tense. "No, the haircut is fine. It looks good," He turned his eyes back down onto the Uzumaki. "..It's just-"
"Come on, Ryu! That was the sorriest kick I've ever seen in my life! ...What's wrong with these dumb buttonnnnnns?!" Daisuke's yelling from downstairs in the living room cut him off and Naruto couldn't help laughing a bit. The boy was serious when it came to playing Street Fighter.
Sasuke exhaled dismissively, dropping his hand out of his hair. "I guess, I had forgotten how much he looks like her with short hair," He voiced, admittedly.
His blue eyes widening, Naruto found that to be silly for Sasuke to even dwell on. It wasn't like that was something Daisuke could help. "And that.. bothers you?" He asked with a confused purse of his mouth.
"No, it doesn't bother me, Naruto," He sighed laughably, aware of how nonsensical that would be if that was the case. "It.. leaves me at a loss, is all."
Naruto said nothing, but wondered what Sasuke meant by that.
Sasuke read the curiosity in the azure stare on him and for a split second thought that maybe what he was about to say would sound trivial to Naruto. But, maybe if he let it out, it wouldn't make his blood boil as much as it did. "I'll simply never understand how.. a woman can bring an entire human being into this world, another person that is a part of her and looks just like her, and then 'poof'," He snapped his fingers, his jaw clenched. "Vanish from that baby's life. As if he never happened. It was nothing for her to go on as if Daisuke never existed,"
Naruto understood where Sasuke was coming from when he said that and there was this pain that struck his heart when he witnessed the mixture anger and hurt reflected in dark eyes, on Daisuke's behalf.
Sasuke snorted humorlessly and shook his head. "She has other kids that she's a mother to. ..Daisuke has two other half-siblings and the only tie he'll ever have to them is blood. He may never get to know them. He may never get to know his own mother. Leaving him, like she did, is what she thinks he deserves, simply to spite me." Just saying that out loud made his blood begin to boil, again and the tension started to build in his face.
"Stop," Naruto said, tenderly touching the side of his face in hopes of sedating the fury he saw coloring Sasuke's face. "You're getting worked up."
But the Uchiha was already there.
Sasuke looked at Naruto with the foulest glare set on his face. "I can't stand that bitch."
"I know. It's fucked up," Naruto said tightly before going quiet. It pained him more than anything that Daisuke had to go through somewhat of what he had to through when he was a kid. He was sure Daisuke only knowing one half of himself was just as painful as it was for him to know neither one of his biological parents growing up. "... Even though she is how she is," He began steadily, taking his hand off of Sasuke's face. "I still think Daisuke should know about her. It's not like you can strut around as if you a-sexually produced yourself for the rest of his life. That'll only do him more harm than good," Not even that stubborn twitch of Sasuke's eyebrow could make him falter in his words. "And that's something I'm all too certain of, Sasuke. Every kid should know who the both of their parents are."
Sasuke witnessed the expression that arose on Naruto's face and knew it all too well.
"...I know I wish I knew more about my parents, especially about my father." Naruto muttered more to himself than to Sasuke, biting at the inside of his lower lip.
The sharp look in his eyes dissolving, Sasuke was hesitant because he didn't know how to say what he was about to say. It wasn't like he had been keeping this from him for any specific reason; he simply hadn't known how to tell him with everything that had been going on as of late. "Naruto," He said decidedly, drawing the Uzumaki out of his own head. "I.. I couldn't exactly find the right time to tell you this because you had already seemed kind of overwhelmed when it came to your mother, but.. my father knew Minato-san, your birth father."
Clearly stunned by what Sasuke revealed to him, Naruto's eyes grew wide. "..What?"
"My father knew your father. They were... close friends."
To be continued...
Author's note: I do NOT want to be one of those authors who updates like every two, three or four months because I hate that with a passion and find it very annoying, so I'm trying to be back on my A-game this month. I've noticed the closer and closer I get towards the end of MTMB the more delayed chapters become and that is a NO NO and I will try my best not to have it happen again. I hope this chapter was at least worth the wait and um, thank you, dear readers, for being so patient with me when it comes to updates.. *blushes/nervous laughter*
Also, can I say how proud I am of Daisuke in this chapter! I don't know if anyone remembers, but in the chapter The Glow he talked about getting a haircut because it got in the way a lot and he was really worried about what Aki would think since Aki was his whole reason for growing his hair out in the first place. Him getting this hair cut was that first step into him gaining that self-esteem, assertiveness and self-worth honestly.
P.S - A visual of Daisuke's new haircut is on my wordpress. ;)
