SOAPBOX: Kay, to the people who were worried I was gonna kill off Sasuke. Sorry! I had a small urge to because I would get endless reviews...but I was worried of the content of sed reviews so I changed my mind. Plus, I had a another larger urge to leave a cliffie but I didn't lucky buttmunchers. Who wants to see an opera with me? Its gonna be...tight ;/
Summary: Uchiha Sasuke is a ninja with a part time job as the owner of a movie producing company who runs into reluctant prostitute/ninja, Naruto! They discover they both go to eachother's Shinobi Highchool and Naruto decides to pull Sasuke out of his black shell. Together they both go through ninja excercizes, fieldtrips, birthdays, and the red light district. But as they slowly fall for eachother they must dodge the obsticles such as sake, nightclubs, vengence, and other boys and girls.
Warnings: The following is a test, not an actual bitch slap-This story contains cussing, homosexuals, anal intercourse, drugs, and some hidden political issues-If this had been an actual bitch slap you would've felt the following: ((Itachi's hand))
Pairings: What you came here for- SasuNaru and GaaLee, slight ItaNaru
Disclaimer: If I owned the damn thing, this would be no fanfiction. Thanks much.
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NARUTO-CHAN!
I rubbed my chin and brought the cold glass to my thirsty lips once more. The hospital was a cold, white emporium of the ill. My body nor my mind was ill, unless you counted a broken heart ill, than yes, I was one of the sickest patients. I was drinking nothing but straight up gin for more than four hours, between breaks of course, sitting next to Sasuke on his bed.
I wasn't drunk...yet. We'll soon fix that, I thought, staring into his closed eyes and took another gulp. The plastic seating of the chair rubbed against my back as I closed my eyes too, sleepily. S-stupid Sasuke. I never drank. Maybe I had a few alcoholic beverages here and there to fix my emotions but never were they this strong.
My gaze turned to the pack of cigarettes found beside his mangled body the night we recovered him...which was about one week ago today. Typical Monte Carlo. Wasn't that a car? I grabbed them and began to feel the drinks effect on me already.
They crunched beneath my fingers. Pulling one out and lighting it, even though it was prohibited, I stuck the cancer stick inbetween my lips.
"See that, Sasuke?" My legs moved the chair loudly against the fake tile as I got close to his face. Fumes accending past his head. "I'm...smoking your shit! Know why?" I asked brusquely.
"Cause...cause you fucking fucked up, that's why!"
I didn't notice but that's when I began to pound on his bedside, hitting it, collapsing beside it, still pummeling it with all the energy I had. Tears began their mad dash down my face, when the nurse grabbed my shoulders and put out the cigarette that had dropped next to me. "That's enough." She said softly, leaning down and rubbing my tense neck.
"You've been here a long time. Let's take you home."
"No."
"But-"
"I don't think so. I'm...I'm gonna...I'll be sober. Promise. Figgy, lemme just-"
"My names not-"
I drunkily picked myself up and staggered against her shoulder. "I...I need to...I need to be with him, man." My gin bottle, almost empty, looked oh so inviting. I lusted for it. Her eyes were brown, a sad cocoa color. "Chocolate fig?"
"W-what?"
"Please. I have to stay...I need to stay with him." I wondered how I would look to another person at this point. "Oh...of-of course." With a few clacks of protest from her pump like shoes, she left and closed the door. I turned to the chair and the gin. A very sloppy grin plastered itself on my face as my weak legs gave way under the pressure of me into the furniture. Sleep, against my will, came quickly and painfully.
SASUKE-CHAN! ((More exclamation points than usual))
My tightly closed eye lids opened like an old door with a desperate need for oiled hinges. It was my throbbing head that caused more problems though. It was a mind ache, heart ache, and wrist ache. Blackness left as I looked around an immediate white room, that blinded the senses. Offensive to every one, yes including taste. I'm sure it would taste of unsampled Windex.
I blinked several times to calm the bright color down. It had been a strange dream vacation. That's kind of what being awake is. Isn't it? Just a break between naps.
My muscles refuesed to move, I made a futile attempt to open the palm of my closed hand which was followed by a laberinth of IV's. Searing pain shot up my arm. Ok, we can't exactly move our wounded hands just yet, I thought tiredly.
My head reclined again. I lived. I survived a hollow and delusive attempt at kidnapping myself, stealing my life from Naruto. How could I do that? I wanted to kill myself for trying to kill myself. Dammit. I don't fucking deserve that dobe. I'm a coward. A penius-less coward.
My head wearily turned to the side. Slowly, very slowly. I had time. I had all the time in the world. Or did I? Time would eventually run out for me, it almost did. Inch by inch, my neck creaked sidways. Then I was turned. I stared like a gawking and ravenous hawk at what beheld my gaze. A blonde idiot who probably saved me...and ended me. He reclined, sloppishly in a plastic covered chair, bottle in hand, legs sticking out.
Naruto. The word tasted of ramen. Any kind that tasted best. The word rolled off your tounge like a tidal wave or the purr of a content feline. The word was best said as if it was the adverb and/or subject that described everything and was the best in the all dictionaries, which, mind you, it was.
HE was a banquet for the senses. Despite the strong smell of alcohol on his sleeping and even breath. Despite the growing bags planted under his eyes, which probably lost it's deep blue luster and sense of adventure momentarily, he was still beautiful. The clothes he wore were baggy and hole filled, moth eaten. Hair tosseled and a faded gold.
Two tears made their way down my cheeks. Only two...wet...salty emotions. I rubbed my face in the pillow, hoping they would vanish. What a fool, making me...I haven't cried in ages. I sighed and turned my head back to the ceiling. What a plain, white, flat ceiling. I've never taken notice to ceilings really, not until this one.
That's when I decided to look around the room, which was nicer company than the roof. It appeared that they moved a garden into the small area, balloons, stuffed animals and printing paper folded into halves. GET. WELL. SOON. I sighed again. Its depressing message was on every bear, red balloon, and carved into every stationary with blue crayola.
Musta come from Konoha, I thought wearily. My side was warmer than the others. My eyes turned to a small velvet, chocolate colored dog plushie on one side of me and the other was comforted by a small velvet, lime green frog plushie. Our plushies.
That's when a nurse convienently appeared through the door with vampiric steps. I didn't even notice that she came in, but she bustled over and stood beside me with a slightly worried expression on her face.
"Uchiha-kun, you're awake. Great. He didn't w-"
"N-no...he did not wake me...leave him. Leave me."
"Uchi-"
"Please...just go."
With a defeated nod she made her exit. I turned once again towards Naruto. His face was a comfort all his own. I looked at him. Truly looked at him. No...matter who you love...No matter what you do...I...will always, always...love you.
I love you so much.
Sleep met me with an appeasing ease.
NARUTO-CHAN!
I woke up to a still sleeping Uchiha, hair covered his face slightly. I scooched closer and moved it. His face was cold to my hands a little bit. Letting my hand linger for a second, I decided to obtain,haha, obtain,some hospital food. So, I got up, removed my hand and turned back towards his head. It wasn't in the same position it was in last time. Sasuke's head had moved.
A fatigued smile came quickly on my lips. Letting myself be allowed one last glance at his figure, I grabbed the door handle and floated out the door and into the most certainly not abandoned halls of the Konoha infirmary.
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I stuck some tasteless fries in my mouth. Salt stung my lips as I stared at Shika who shoved something unidentified into his mouth. We both ate silently at the Konoha Infirmary Cafeteria. Surprisingly this food didn't taste like ass. It was well served and cleanly. Unfortunatly, some were ironically bad for you in the long run.
I wiped my hands on the napkin and told Shikamaru that he should go home and get some sleep. He gave me a puzzled look, that made it seem that he was analyzing something.
"Me?"
"Yes you."
"No. Not me."
"Yes. Yes you."
"You've been here longer than I have, Naruto! You're the one that HAS to go home and get some sleep!" He was shushed by a few random people behind us.
"Until Sasuke comes home, I have no home to go back and get some sleep AT!" I hissed in a pathetic whisper. Shikamaru frowned, grabbed one of my fries and ate it timidly.
"Your so stubborn. Will you not learn that if you don't relax you'll end up like him?"
"No. I won't."
He gave an exausted sigh that signaled defeat, pushing his tray away from him. I grabbed some of his food off the plastic and looked at him wearily from across the table. Shikamaru had bigger bags under his eyes than I did. I knew for a fact that he hadn't slept in days since we found Sasuke. His hair, usually in a ponytail, was undone and taunt.
"I'm...I'm not gonna move out, so thanks for the offer, Nara." I said, determindly staring into his black eyes. "I won't give in or up on Sasuke. He didn't give up on me...you covered the expenses, so thank you. Thank you so much...But...I need to believe in him, dammit."
Shikamaru's small eyebrows raised ever so slightly. Like a butterfly emerging from its cuckoon, he gave a small smile that spread across his face, exausted. His eyes peered into my soul. Shikamaru.
SASUKE-CHAN!
I opened my eyes for the second time in my life. Yes. My whole life because it was now a new one. Or a used one that was returned and bought again. This was due to the iron will of a small sixteen year-old, Konohagakure ninja, who had even not known it was my birthday he missed so many months ago.
The door creaked open, I hope it wasn't that nurse. It wasn't. It was the dobe, who had tiredly closed the door and retired once again to the chair beside me with his eyes tightly shut. My heart rose and decended in the next instant. How was I gonna explain, if need be, that I ended my life because I was scared? I had died in vain. It sunk in finally...I DIED.
Naruto settled and opened his luster lost eyes, just as anticipated. "S-Sas...Sasuke?" I frowned. Nod. Very slow nod.
He jumped and wrapped his arms around me in one quick motion, which was extremely risky considering I just had a gentle brush with death. Hesitently, I tried to raise an arm. No good.
His presence was impending, it signaled care and worry at first sight. The blond hugged me close. His hair fell on mine. "Your alive! I'm so happy! I knew you would be but...it was..." I embraced the embrace. Warmth. He let go. No warmth. His eyes were no longer brimming with tears but leaked with them, happily.
He sat once again in his chair with a squeak and smiled a weak smile through his incesant water works. "Sasuke." I nodded again slowly, weakly. Moving felt like fire but it was all I could do. I wiggled a finger. God...it hurt like hell. It felt like hell. He watched me move, slightly fasinated. Steadily, I began raising myself and leaned on an elbow.
"C-come 'ere."
"Huh? O-of course, what?"
I leaned in and so did he, close to me, I felt his breathing. I prepared myself mentally for pain as I wondered whether this was madness. All of the sudden, I threw the bandaged, unleaned arm over his shoulder bringing him closer to me.
"..Naruto..."
"Wha..wha?"
He didn't make any movements, as stiff as he was. I huffed and bit back a growl, threatening to penetrate my lips. It hurt so bad. I felt like I was engulfed in flames. "Sasuke! Y-you can't! It's too soon!"
"No."
He stiffened under my own embrace, even though even if I wanted to move my arm, I could not. Naruto struggled and layed the arm back on the bad, placing me back on the bed. "No, Sasuke, no!"
I tried to lean in but he backed up too quickly, nearly toppling the chairs over. "Why?" I asked him wearily. "Why?"
Naruto bit his lip and shook his head, he seemed so panicked all the sudden. "I won't, Sasuke!" My nigrescent eyes followed him sadly as the Uzamaki boy lept past chairs, gifts, and food trays. Where...is he going? "N-Nar.."
But I couldn't finish. He wouldn't let me. Naruto jumped out the open hospital window and down to the rooftops only feet below. I sighed. This will be a bother. I won't let him...get...away.
Injured or not...I was a ninja. I uncovered myself weakly and with an inhuman speed, I painfully lept out of bed skillfully, ran with blinding speed and an inpentrable ego.
My only thought was Naruto as I escalated out the window, the portal to my dobe.
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Me/Elliot: My first cliffie in a while. Damn, its good to be back.
Sasuke: Where did you go? And why did you come back?
Me/Elliot: ((ignores)) Did anyone notice that Peewee Herman was coming back to TV on my birthday? July tenth man?
Sasuke: Why did YOU notice?
Me/Elliot: BECAUSE I watch Adult Swim. I used to watch that show all the time when I was a kid, you know.
Sasuke: No you didn't, not Adult Swim.
Me/Elliot: I know that! I was talking of Peewee's Playhouse.
Sasuke: Didn't he rape boys?
Me/Elliot: ((long, awkward silence)) Way to put a damper on fucking things, Sas. Nice goin.
