Title: No Strings Attached
Summary: The streets of Peckham are littered with crime and poverty while the borough of Mayfair lives in style. What happens when those from different sides meet by chance? SasoriItachi, GaaraSasuke
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Mayfair
Itachi watched from a distance as a car drove away. He smiled sadly, his brother would be back soon but he would miss him, Sasuke was one of the few things Itachi had to keep him going. Knowing that someone was relying on you, or cared about you made such a difference. But Sasuke going for this interview was for the best, Sasuke would get a good meal in him, a comfortable bed, a little bit of TLC, he would come back refreshed and hopefully in a healthier state.
Sasuke sat down in the elegant Mercedes sitting gingerly on the neat leather seats. The driver, a tall thickset young man turned around and smiled
"Everything sorted?" he said to the redhead
"Uh yeah, Kankuro…this is…Sasuke, wasn't it?" Gaara said turning to the hooded boy
"Yeah…it's Sasuke" the boy said quietly
"I'm Gaara; this is my older brother Kankuro"
"Hello" Kankuro said
Sasuke shifted uncomfortably
"I don't know exactly what I'm doing 'ere so-"
"Oh…basically I am studying sociology and psychology at Oxford University and have to do a study on…the uh…homeless…" he paused to see if Sasuke was offended by this, his face showed nothing but the same confused gentle frown "And I would like to do a live in, in depth interview with someone in your situation. Your friend seemed to think you were a good choice…but if you would rather I-"
"E's my brother…but yeah I'll do it" Sasuke said "'ow long am I gonna be there?"
"Depends how much we get done…most likely no longer than a couple of days" Gaara said "Unless you choose to abandon the interview"
What did he have to lose? Itachi obviously thought it was a good idea and he was not usually wrong. He had his best interests at heart.
"Yeah…no problem" Sasuke shrugged and nodded
"Great" Kankuro said pressing down on the accelerator "Let's get out of this shit hole"
"KANKURO" Gaara yelled.
Sasuke said nothing, but watched the familiar street fly by him and eventually away from him. He saw the people he knew the shops he recognised. It was like leaving home…but he had no home.
The drive had been a fairly long one, it was quite some distance from Peckham to Mayfair. Sasuke was interested in the way the areas changed from falling into disrepair, to being redeveloped and then to posh looking white houses then back again.
As they arrived closer to the house, Mayfair was mostly made up of redbrick buildings and well trimmed squares. His eyes widened as they drove pass the American Embassy, surrounded by railings, the huge eagle on the top, looking down on London.
They carried on driving to a more residential area where the red brick houses, had balconies decked with hanging ivy and other green leafy plants. The black iron railings were smart and perfectly lining the stone porch steps. Expensive cars lined the road side, each clean and in perfect repair. Kankuro parked the car and the group left to go up to the house. Sasuke noticed the street was quiet and you could even hear birds twittering in a small nearby tree. There was no broken glass on the floor, no people loitering at street corners, no tramps, hustlers, druggies or prostitutes. There was no one, only them…and a old man half way down the road walking a cocker spaniel.
Kankuro led them up to the front of the house and rung the door bell
"Did you forget your keys?" Gaara asked
"Yeah" Kankuro nodded. The front door opened and a pretty middle age woman with bobbed brown hair and pale brown eyes stood before them
"Oh good you all made it back safe and sound" she said kissing Gaara and Kankuro each on the cheek
"Mum, this is Sasuke" Gaara said leading him forwards
"Very pleased to meet you Sasuke, my name's Karura" she said putting her hand forward for him to shake. She had tried very hard to get used to the concept of a vagrant in her house, however, she soon took the chance to be as hospitable as she could.
Sasuke however did not move; his hands still in his pocket.
Kankuro shrugged at his mother
"Come on in" she smiled leading them into the well furnished hallway. Sasuke looked up at the high ceilings and fine panelling "I'll make you all some tea…do you drink tea Sasuke?"
"Huh? Yeah ok" he nodded "Please" he added
Karura smiled, overjoyed that she got an answer out of him
"Gaara why don't you take Sasuke up and show him his room"
"Oh ok…" he glanced at Sasuke "Thanks for your help Kankuro" he then nodded at his brother who was already walking into the living room.
Sasuke looked at the framed prints and nice ornaments up the staircase. The whole house emulated a sense of warmth and close family, people who had time for one another and time and money to let their house reflect that. And the whole house a pleasant smell of scented candles and home cooking. It was not perfect however, although Karura had clearly tried to create a neat house there were still signs of people about, for example the magazines on the bottom of the staircase, and the coats thrown over the edge of the banister.
Gaara sighed, Sasuke clearly was not comfortable in this environment, he hoped he could make it more so for him. No doubt he would settle down in a day or two, once he had proved they were not all heathens.
They walked along the hallway to a door and opened it. It was a bedroom, large, brightly lit with a large window and white curtains. The floor was wooden with reddish brown mats near the bed, decked with a white duvet and puffy white pillows. There was a mahogany desk near the window and an armchair next to a small bookshelf decked with several books.
"This will be your room while you stay" Gaara said politely "I thought you might like to get cleaned up a bit before dinner" he went over to the back of the door, here are towels hanging up and a dressing gown "I…uh take it you don't have a spare change of clothes"
Sasuke shook his head
"You can borrow mine until we get a chance to get some if you'd like…would you like us to wash those?" he pointed as Sasuke grubby hoody and tracksuit bottoms.
"I'll need 'em again soon" he said
"Well you can have the new clothes we'll buy you" Gaara explained, not believing for a second that a washing machine could do anything to improve the clothes, and unable to handle sending the poor boy back to the streets in the same old clothes as before.
"Yeah…alrigh'" Sasuke nodded
"The bathroom is just next to your room, there's shower gel and shampoo and everything in there…if you need anything I'll be in the room just next to it on the other side" Gaara said, deciding to leave Sasuke in some peace for a moment and exiting swiftly.
Sasuke sighed, he half wanted to throw himself onto the lovely white bed, snuggle down into the duvet and imagine he was in his own home with his own family. The other half of him wanted to run out the door, down the stairs, out the front door, down the street, across the borough of Mayfair and all the way to Peckham. His brother seemed so far away from him, the people he knew, the familiar faces and places. The situation was surreal. He did not quite no what to make of it. He did not know these people, but here they were showing him such kindness, all for the sake of some silly interview. He frowned and pulled back his hood and took off his cap, placing it on the desk. He caught sight of himself in the wardrobe mirror. He looked so dirty in contrast to the clean room and white duvet. He stuck out like a sore thumb.
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