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AN::…I am so sorry about how long it took to update ::pants and runs around frantically:: I've had a lot of family issues and stress…gomen ::bows::
But, I have about 4 chapters written up that are going to take place in the near future…and I promise the next few chapters will involve a change of setting…::scampers off to bed::
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Acid and fire and love and lust, liquid and ice and hate and hope, death and life and chaos and calm. Everything was different, nothing had changed. Heat and burning, hope and craving, need and want and desire and disgust. Emotions, thoughts, dreams, prayers. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe, didn't want to live, couldn't bear the thought of death. Sin and sainthood, chastity and sex, promiscuity and innocence, belief and denial and faith and adolescence and adulthood. Everything was different. Nothing had changed.
Those eyes, those black, dark orbs, glittering gems of moist tissue, sparkling in the dim firelight, blazed with their own flickering flame. Echoing with ghastly chants, seemingly shouting the unintelligibly garbled moans and groans of a foreign monetary, pain glowed from within him, threatening to consume them both. Adolescence lost, the look of a child who had been forced to mature too suddenly and in doing so never truly becoming an adult shined from the pale face, peering at him with a sort of nervous uncertainty.
He knew the intensity of his gaze, knew he was unable to tear his eyes away from the smooth skin, knew his gaping stare went noticed by the pale man. Clenching his fists tightly, heart burning with painful concentration, feeling as though he stared at a fade, a shroud, that would disappear from his side if he risked to blink. They hung there, hovered, suspended, like two tiny hummingbirds, wings moving so rapidly it was imperceptible.
Sometime during the night, he had flicked the light switch, bathing the room in darkness. Even then, the only illumination on the boy's face burned from the sputtering flames gutting in the fireplace, slivers of light licking his cheek from the silver moonlight. Onyx eyes glimmered and danced in the bobbing light, sparkling with an intense, painful kind of fire, glittering intensely. He felt as though he could slip away in those eyes, forget everything while he drowned, being absorbed and becoming one with their passionate shine.
And then the angel spoke, and he felt the true depths of eternity, the true extension of an endless abyss in that second. His heart leapt, mind soared, and he realized, vaguely, the extent of his attraction towards this almost too-beautiful being. "Do you suppose I could stay here for a few days?" he asked quietly, voice low, dipping like the wings of a bird.
Licking his suddenly chapped lips, Naruto nodded, bobbing his head slightly. "Yes, of course you are welcome to stay here for as long as you need." His eyes slipped from the man's face, focusing on the folds curling around his stomach, plucking at the fabric. "However, shouldn't you contact your family?" His blue eyes flitted to his wrist, peering at the hands of his watch. "The sun will be up soon, and I'm sure they're worried about you."
For the first time in his life, Naruto wished he was female, wished he could simply fling his arms around the man's neck. How he prayed, begged of some unknown gods to change his anatomy then and there, make it possible for him to banish the pained expression passing over that fair face with a hug or even a gentle kiss. He shook his head, then, knowing such thoughts were the childhood daydreams of an adolescent, one who still believed in fairy tales and ghost stories. Nothing in life works the way you want it to. Nothing like that, anyway.
Sasuke's coal eyes shot downwards as his head turned to the left, peering at the hands he had clasped together in his lap. Dark hair cascaded over his cheeks, shadowing his countenance, making it impossible for Naruto to be sure he had seen anything in those eyes at all. But any doubts he had were lashed away as the man spoke, his voice low, deep, intense and slightly wavering. "I haven't got a family, not anymore."
Several of the most important rules of Naruto's profession involved guidelines on the "patient-doctor" relationship. One of them happened to be a warning against situations like this, directing the patient's current life be known about in detail, more or less. Naruto winced, features contorting as he shied away from his brash comment. "I'm terribly sorry. I didn't—"
"—You don't have anything to apologize," came the almost too-cheerful interruption, smile plastered onto the man's face as he lifted his eyes to Naruto's. "You didn't mean to say anything offensive and you didn't." He sighed softly, scooting lower in the sheets and resting his head on his pillow, staring at the ceiling. "We both have a past, and neither of us knows each other's."
He opened and shut his mouth several times, like a soundless cuckoo clock, noiselessly chirping away the hours. He wished he had some well-thought, refined comment, rebuttal to the man's words, but his mind would not work. He simply nodded, shrugging his shoulders in defeat. Several long minutes of silence echoed throughout the room, and Ookami moaned from his bed before the fireplace, as though trying to create something to break the deathly quiet.
"What kind of dog is he?" Sasuke asked, shifting uncomfortably beneath his covers. Naruto suddenly longed to be in his bed, feeling more tired than one should after having been awake nearly a full night.
"He's a wolf's son, but his mother was an Akita," he answered, face melding affectionately as he pursed his lips and summoned the animal. Silver fur shimmered as he padded to his master, snuffing slightly at having been roused from his nap. "His mother was my first dog, and he was the only one of the pups I decided to keep." As if to indicate whom their conversation was being spoken about, his fingers deftly scrubbed along the dog's chin, tugging affectionately on one thin whisker. "But," he sighed softly, scratching the wolf's velveteen ears, "home isn't big enough for him to fully stretch his legs and play. He's a big kid," he laughed quietly.
"Home?" Sasuke asked, the tone of his voice indicating the man had assumed the cabin to be the blonde's permanent abode.
"I'm a resident of Hawthorne, back East. I visit this cabin I inherited every winter—it's a nice place to relax, and Ookami likes it." He grinned at Sasuke, teeth glinted in the waning moonlight. "Not to mention, nothing boring ever happens when he and I are here."
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Alright, the ending might have felt a bit abrupt, but I toyed with the idea of making a really long chapter, and decided to separate them in two…updates will be back regularly starting next Tuesday…x3;
