Warning: Language and hints of underage student/teacher inappropriateness… Which I really don't approve of but I am ignoring this for the sake of fiction. XP

I do not own Naruto… Sad isn't it?

This is a NaruSasu or a NaruSasuNaru (I'm not really sure if that is for switching or general feistiness), if anyone wants to know (first one too…it just sort of happened). Sasuke sort of has implied man-whore-like tendencies in this chapter … once again I blame him.

I apologize for any inaccurate police procedures; no research was done for this.

This chapter is set in the 'present day' or almost anyway, about a week after the last one.

Helping People

It's So Much Harder When They're Cranky

It hadn't occurred to him until much later that Sasuke had been really good for his first attempt at fellatio, too good in fact. It made Naruto wonder if the person Sasuke had experience with might have had something to do with his death.

Chapter 5

Trees in all conceivable shades of orange, yellow and red lined the quiet residential street. Enormous ornate houses loomed obtrusively behind wrought iron fences with electronic gates. Everywhere Naruto looked seemed to ooze money and prestige. Connecticut sure was intimidating. The blond considered the pale black haired presence sitting beside him.

"You used to live here?"

Sasuke shrugged, "apparently."

"So many things about you make perfect sense now."

"Shut up."

Naruto laughed, "Okay, the GPS says your elite private academy of pretentiousness is around here somewhere… There!" He pointed down a side street at a cluster of brick buildings as he was passing and had to turn around. Nearing the school, Naruto noticed that the emblem on the gate matched the one stitched on Sasuke's blazer. Feeling confident they were in the right place, he showed his ID, but not his badge, to the guard at the gate. He then set about finding a place to park.

He had called the academy and set up an interview with the headmaster for today, claiming to be interested in enrolling a nonexistent younger brother next term. He fully intended to snoop around as much as possible, maybe talk to a few cooperative instructors before going back to the hotel and hopefully checking out the Uchiha family dojo tomorrow.

After situating his car Naruto climbed the front steps of the Worthington Academy's main building at a brisk pace, eager to be about the business of finding more information on his mysterious partner. The wide hallway lined with trophy cases was much ritzier than his own school's had been, with its shiny hardwood floors and high vaulted ceilings; but still had an oppressive feel to it, one inherent to all buildings of compulsory education.

"Let me know if you remember anything."

"Hn."

Naruto perused the trophy cases dating about ten years previous, trying to spot any useful information. Any sort of insight into the mind of Sasuke would be helpful really. The man was an enigma, sometimes he was entirely too conceited and other times he seemed so vulnerable and unsure. The trophies were of no help but Naruto had not really expected them to be since Sasuke didn't seem like the sporty type. Maybe he should look into old yearbooks for debate teams and math nerds instead.

"Hey moron, someone's coming." Naruto heard his friend say just before he heard a stranger's voice.

"May I help you with something?"

Naruto turned, holding out his hand to the attractive silver haired thirty something man with a smile. "I'm Uzumaki Naruto, I made an appointment with headmaster Orochimaru to tour the facilities today. Do you know where I can find him?"

"Hatake Kakashi, I teach History here at Worthington," he replied as he shook Naruto's hand. "The headmaster is actually busy right now but I can give you a tour if you would like and answer any questions you might have."

They set off walking leisurely through the intimidating halls, "The main building was constructed in 1889 and it retains its original distinctive architecture. We have made many additions since then of course; the latest one, a new physics building, was finished five years ago. Do you have plans to enroll someone here?" Kakashi asked as they rounded the physical education wing and headed toward the pool.

"My younger brother, we're relocating so he needs to attend a new school. I'm his guardian now that our parents died and I want him to have the best education possible." As they left the Olympic sized pool behind them, Naruto felt even more intimidated by how loaded Sasuke's parents must be. Surreptitiously trying to catch a glimpse of the silent ghost trailing them, Naruto noticed that Sasuke seemed as lost and confused as he was. "Tell me Mr. Kakashi; is this a safe school to attend? Kids don't get kidnapped or shot here or anything do they?"

"No, no. Of course not." The professor laughed uncomfortably and if Naruto had not already known he was lying, that laugh would have certainly tipped him off. "It's very safe; we have highly respected security officers on patrol and check points with thorough ID checks. We have many high profile students here, children of politicians, actors and business moguls. I assure you, we are a very well respected academy; there hasn't been an incident in years."

"What can you tell me about this last incident?"

"I really can't divulge that sort of information." Kakashi glanced up and down the hallway of the science building where they were currently, looking contrite as if he had already revealed too much.

"Did it have anything to do with Uchiha Sasuke?" Naruto watched Kakashi closely, judging his response carefully.

Kakashi's eyes widened and he stared at Naruto incredulously, "What do you know about Uchiha Sasuke?"

"Not much. I hoped you could help me with that."

"Follow me to my office, we can discuss it there."

Feeling quite excited to finally get some answers, Naruto followed the man up a couple flights of stairs and to the end of a long hallway, to what he assumed was the history department.

Kakashi opened a door to a moderately sized office; he motioned Naruto through and shut it quietly behind them. He gestured toward one of the two chairs facing his large oak desk, Naruto sat but Sasuke walked around looking at pictures on the wall and various items scattered about. Sitting down behind his desk, Kakashi folded his hands together and rested his chin on them. "So, why do you want to know about Sasuke? Why do you want to know about something that happened nearly fifteen years ago?"

"Let's just say I'm curious and leave it at that. Did you know him?" Naruto made a concentrated effort not to glance at Sasuke and kept his eyes on Kakashi, watching for any tells that might indicate lying.

"Sasuke was a student of mine, a senior. He was in my Government class right before he disappeared, that morning actually."

"Did he seem upset about anything? Did he mention anyone being after him or angry at him?"

"No. Sasuke was a model student, class president, valedictorian, and captain of the debate team. He was very popular."

"So he had no enemies? With his sunny disposition I find that hard to believe."

"Hey dobe, I'm right here." Sasuke quipped, pretending to be insulted.

Kakashi sent Naruto a strange look as the blond struggled to keep the grin off his face, "He was… difficult. He would accept only excellence from himself and had to be the best at everything. He worked very hard even though he made it seem easy; studying for hours with me as his tutor or by himself." The professor's tone softened, possibly unconsciously as he continued, "he seemed cold and arrogant most of the time and some students didn't really like him but his demeanor commanded respect."

"I remember him now," Sasuke mused quietly as he leaned against the wall to Naruto's left, "we used to fuck. I gave him a blowjob while sitting under that desk." His tone suggested it was of no consequence, as if students had affairs with their teachers all the time.

Naruto considered the professor, trying to ignore the burning of jealousy in his veins. He arrived at a conclusion seemingly out of nowhere, "Did you tell the police you were having an affair with your student?"

"What? That is preposterous." Kakashi's nonchalant denial fell on deaf ears.

Naruto stood and leaned on the desk with both hands, his attempt at intimidation evident, "Oh really? How much 'respect' did he command from you? Did you respect him when he was sucking you off?" Reproach colored the blonde's question, although he felt a bit hypocritical considering his own previous actions he wanted to do more than scold the pig. This man had used Sasuke for his own sick twisted pleasure, he was sure of it and he did not like it.

Naruto lunged for the professor, forgetting all his training and restraint in an instant. He was repugnant, sitting all smug and alive behind his big oak desk. What right did he have to be here when Sasuke was dead because of him? Feeling himself being held back by strong arms, Naruto tried to rein in his overprotective tendencies. He took several deep breaths as he tried to suppress the urge to rip the man's balls off and feed them to him.

"Naruto stop. Calm down." Sasuke's voice in his ear made him shiver.

Feeling his shame intensify Naruto had a somewhat horrifying realization; he knew then that were he a professor and a seventeen year old Sasuke had crooked his little finger at him he would have bent him over the nearest desk in a heartbeat, society rules and elevated principles be damned. But that did not make it right; after all while you cannot really change your feelings, you can chose not to act on them.

"Look, I know you were. Cut the crap! You killed him didn't you! He was going off to college, leaving you behind and you couldn't handle it. If you couldn't have him no one could, isn't that right? Isn't it! Did you enjoy his screaming, his crying? Did you enjoy the sight of him broken and bleeding on the floor? I hope it still haunts you when you try to sleep. Admit it you Son-of-a-fucking..." Naruto trailed off, he knew he was being irrational but he couldn't forget how Sasuke had looked and sounded on that restaurant floor.

Sasuke was suddenly in front of him, shaking him roughly, regaining his attention. "Naruto! Stop it. He didn't do it. I don't feel any negative emotions when I look at him just," Sasuke shrugged, "contentment."

Naruto felt the blood freeze in his veins and his heart constrict in pain at those words, he could barely breathe. Was he so obsessed with Sasuke that he couldn't even tolerate him being happy with anyone else? Wasn't that supposed to be proof of love, if you only want the other person to be happy even if it's with someone else? Did this make him a horrible person? Because he knew that if Sasuke was in love with someone else he would want to die.

He looked at Kakashi and felt the world shudder and stop. The man was crumpled at his desk as if shattered and devastated, tears running freely down his face.

"You loved him." Naruto wasn't sure if he was talking to Kakashi or Sasuke.

TBC

I know I haven't updated in a Long Time, in fact I can't even remember how long ago it was. I think this chapter is kinda crap but I hope you guys like it at least a little. I will try really hard to update in a timely manner next time. I have been incredibly busy (I know that's no excuse…)

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