Disclaimer: All characters of Naruto are not mine.

Pairing: SasuXNaru

This is a Mature fanfiction, thank-you!

Chapter One, rewritten:

His fingers numbly pushed a chip to his mouth; Sasuke was propped up against the wall of his work place, eyes ahead, ass going numb from sitting on the uncomfortable pavement of the sidewalk. Lately he had been left to wonder, he really didn't question things often. …Or he liked to tell himself that, the truth was he did, he questioned things all the time. Like why he was 34, living in an apartment complex he didn't like, waking up everyday to a life he had little enthusiasm for. It wasn't like he wanted to die, he just needed things to look forward to, and a mental quick scan of the past year quickly told him he had nothing of the sort.

His father still looked forward to him bringing home a respectful woman to marry, he got letters from the Uchiha household all the time. He had tried explaining the concept of cell phones to the older parts of his family, it hadn't worked out, although his elder brother was now addicted to Angry Birds. … That thought curled his lips, if only slightly, leaving him to look down as he chewed another potato chip. His original point was, he wasn't interested in marrying, he didn't even think he was the type to be… well, like his father. He didn't do families, or family time, he especially didn't deal with women unless forced. He was even reluctant to attend Uchiha reunions, never answered back letters or emails, and generally enjoyed not having any strings attached. He didn't see how that translated to himself being good husband material. Wiping greasy fingers on his bent knee, a sudden realization dawned on him, leaving his face marred with a frown. They, his family, were disappointed with him, even if they wouldn't say it. At this time in his life, he felt he couldn't fix it, he supposed he always felt that way; Itachi was a hard sibling to have. He admired his brother, the fact that he'd been able to start a multimillion dollar business with no help from their family fortune, and then marry the woman of his dreams was beyond impressive. His brother's wife was a fiery woman, who claimed she had possessed no interest in her husband for three out of the five years she had known him. The man had really been forced to wiggle himself slowly into her life, unlike most women, she hadn't even batted an eye at his success and money. Sasuke really respected her for that, he really respected his brother too. But he'd realized long ago he couldn't be Itachi, it had been a difficult thing to swallow in his preteen years. Now he felt he was more okay with that, in some ways. …. Shit, who was he kidding? It still really fucking sucked. Abandoning his snack for the pack of cigarettes in his jean pocket, he worked the rectangular box out, smacking the bottom until a stick finally loosened and hit his shoe.

He felt another's presence before he actually saw it, his dark eyes squinting as a shadow fell over him, leaving him to peer up at the face of his coworker. Kakashi's face was shadowed as the light from the sun poured in from behind him, it was nearly blinding. He was only able to properly see him when the lanky man took a slow, mind you, a deliberately slow, seat beside him. He seemed troubled, the bottom half of his face was captured by a grey bandana, leaving his hair to flop in his face, concealing one eye. Sasuke cupped a hand around the cigarette he'd captured between his lips, lighting it with a match that was quickly discarded. He decided he wasn't going to ask his coworker what was going on, he didn't care. A silence stretched between them. The sound of cars passing by them on the street was abundant, groups of people walked around them, the only acknowledgement they received from bypassers. Sasuke watched with disinterest the different pairs of shoes that came through, noticing a trend with the color red. He didn't know shit about fashion, his wardrobe was mostly plain T-shirts and pants that fit him around the waist just right, so that he wasn't pinched whenever he sat.

Neither of the men said anything, Sasuke exhaling smoke through his nostrils. Then it began to bug him, Kakashi was being too quiet, he knew that he, himself, didn't talk much, but that was rarely the case with Kakashi. The other man seemed to like running conversation by him, even if he never got much of a reply. He said the damn weirdest thing sometimes, over the years of working with him he'd come to accept that he was a pervert, first and foremost, and also that he liked to try and act as a sort of mentor towards him. Naturally it didn't work out, Sasuke wouldn't allow it too, even if the other man was older, (only by a few years), it didn't take much for him to realize that his coworker liked being an asshole, even if he was a friendly one. Inhaling sharply on his cigarette, Sasuke leant his head back against the bricks behind him, trying not to get too bugged out from the silence as he watched a plane pass overhead. It seemed to work, the nicotine sunk into him, the sight of passing clouds letting his mind roam.

The silver haired man sighed, briefly touching his messy locks, the sound pulled Sasuke from his thoughts. His dark eyes focused on the other man as his head turned to help him easier see the other's face, he found himself looking into the thoughtful eye of the person he had worked with for five years. Kakashi's hand dropped from his hair, curling against the bottom of the button - up shirt he was wearing. His brow wrinkled, observing the younger man's face, Sasuke's interest had clearly been piqued. "It feels so useless sometimes…" Kakashi started, the sentence lingering, muffled by the cloth covering his mouth. Sasuke's hand slowly rose to his lips, bringing with it his cigarette, his mind flashed back to his earlier thoughts, it did feel useless, almost all the time… The lanky man started up again only to trail off, "You know? It just feels like…" it was a thoughtful tone, his one eye refocused on the concrete between them. Dark eyes slid shut once, Sasuke found himself hanging onto every word that was being said, he knew what it felt like, he completely understood. Releasing smoke slowly through parted lips, Sasuke was willingly ready to inject himself into a conversation for once, "like-" he was cut off, "—like all we are is dust in the wind," it was relayed lyrically, punctuated by another sigh.

…..

…Asshole.

…..

With grit teeth, Sasuke ground his cigarette violently out on the bottom of his shoe, he didn't have to look to see the pleased expression on the other's face. "Shut up," he found himself snapping.

Now back behind the counter with a certain song on repeat in his head, he looked away from a poster advertising the new porn movie they had gotten with the same sort of disinterest most children had towards their science books. He had been employed at Icha Icha Paradise, an adult novelty store for a rough five years now, and still managed to maintain the same lack of giving a shit about working in a sex shop like he had when he had been hired. They got good enough business, he had seen and heard it all, which meant ushering groups of underaged teenagers out, being asked for advice on all sorts of sexual techniques, some of which he had to learn about from Kakashi, and the occasional show of pictures from someone's cellphone. At the moment the place was empty in terms of customers, he knew his coworker was off somewhere, stocking strap-ons, maybe wrestling lingerie onto one of the mannequins. He didn't care, finding himself longing for just one more cigarette break; he hadn't even had the stomach to finish his chips after the stupid bullshit Kakashi had decided to pull. Lowering his gaze, he picked at a piece of lint on the middle of his shirt, finding it to be still attached. He ripped it off with a dimming sort of satisfaction, leaving him to realize that he needed more hobbies in his life. He could….. all of the possibilities that ran through his mind were rather unimpressive. Fishing, pottery, origami, yoga, running, (not with his smoking habit). ….He snorted, checked the miniature digital clock to his left elbow and realized that his shift was over in five minutes.

A "Heeey," sounded off to his left, pulled from his thoughts, he looked up, taking in his coworkers' boots but not really registering them in his haste to meet the other's eyes. Rubbing the back of his head, Kakashi's eye squinted as he smiled, hidden by the bandana. "Take out the trash, kay?" In a matter of minutes he found himself behind the building, arms full of empty shipping boxes, chin tilted back to see over them as he awkwardly edged his way out the door towards the hulking form of the rusty dumpster that loomed in the distance. It took a considerable amount of effort to dump them in, he had to reach over his head to do it and ended up fumbling a few things, but it was done now. Covering his lit match with his hand, he held it up to the cigarette that was held firm between his lips, sighing deeply when it took and the nicotine hit him and settled deep in his lungs. He didn't hear it at first, too caught up in his own selfish musings, but when there was a loud crash to his right, he looked over.

What met him were two wide green eyes, set in the face of an orange tabby, who was peering at him over a bag of trash.

…Seriously? Fuck.