A/N: All of you, minds out of the gutter. I know the chapter name is suggestive, but I am not in Genma mode right now.
So… I got some more "NaruSasu" comments again… I'll explain it to you: The reason this is a NaruSasu as opposed to my usual SasuNaru is not because I like this better (you all know my love for Seme!Sasuke). The reason I wrote a NaruSasu is because my good friend Chonki has been asking me to since the end of Roommates, I believe. That's a lot of patience right there, and—come on! YOU CANNOT RESIST CHONKI! CHONKI HAS POWER YOU CANNOT BEGIN TO IMAGINE!!! That, and I owed my patient friend :sweatdrop: So… Chonki, this is mostly for you :P
Also... I'm going to drop a bomb on every single person who has read my fics since Roommates—My favourite character is Sasuke. Shocking, I know, seeing as how I always want Kiba. I don't understand it myself :P My friend April was asking me about how I love Sasuke but want Kiba. Here's the explanation: Sasuke is my favourite character, but Kiba is the one I wanna smex it up with. There's a difference.
Disclaimer: If they were mine, this show would NOT be for kids...
Present.
Naruto fell onto his bed with a loud groan, Sasuke smiling as he closed the door behind himself. The blond crawled under the blankets, burying himself under them.
"Can I sleep forever?" Naruto whined.
"No." Sasuke sat down on the bed beside Naruto's covered form. "Because then, technically, you'd be dead."
The blond groaned beneath the covers before poking his head out. "Until dusk, then?"
Sasuke smiled, lying down beside Naruto. "I guess."
The two of them had such hectic lives it was a wonder either of them could act like nothing was wrong. One was part-vampire, and the other hunted the dark creatures. And to think—under different circumstances, neither of them even would have met. Naruto was well-off, sure, but Sasuke was the head of the largest corporation in the world. Naruto wouldn't even have made a blip on the Uchiha's radar if it weren't for vampires appearing.
Sasuke ran his hand along Naruto's back under the blankets, pulling them down slightly so he could stare at the tattoo. He loved the angel on the blond's back, it was soothing. It made him feel like Naruto would always come home to him. Always be safe. He would never lose his blond lover. Not ever.
Both men turned their heads towards the door as they heard Sakura screaming. Naruto groaned, grabbing his pillow and pulling it over his head. "Aw, man! How do they do it?!"
"You mean fuck like animals every day?" Sasuke grinned. Naruto pulled the pillow away to glare slightly at the other man. He hated it when people swore. The blond himself only did when he was under high stress, or really upset.
"Every night, we go out hunting. Every day, all of us work. And then, when we have just a few hours for sleep—Kakashi and Sakura have a go." Naruto shook his head, covering it with his pillow again. "I don't get it." His muffled voice drifted out.
Sasuke chuckled before laying his cheek against the blond's back and drawing lazy circles. "I can always have a go with you, Naruto. It's just harder on you cause you do all the work."
"Damn straight."
"I think it's pretty clear that we're not."
Naruto snorted, ignoring the comment as he readied himself for sleep. Sasuke continued drawing circles on his back, not even remotely tired. Because he was his own boss, he could wake up whenever he felt like it, and go into work whenever he felt like it. He had no set schedule. As long as he went in to sign papers once a day, the company could pretty much run itself.
Sasuke had often tried to make Naruto, Sakura and Kakashi quit their jobs, but they wouldn't hear of it. They wanted to earn their own keep. It bothered Sasuke that they worked so hard for money they didn't even need. He figured they just didn't want to mooch off him or something.
Once the blond's breathing had evened out, Sasuke sighed and stood, stretching. He left the room silently and made his way to the elevator. After a few more seconds, he was in the basement, Hinata and Neji sitting in front of the television across the room. Both turned to acknowledge him, but he merely nodded before going about his business, picking up his favourite gun, a Sig Sauer P226. He checked the magazine to look for any extra rounds. He only had about two left so he sat down at the chair in front of the computer and began reloading rounds into the magazine. He could only get fifteen in, and once the magazine was full, he replaced it in the gun and cocked it before turning on the safety.
"How's Naruto?"
"He's fine." Sasuke replied as he put the gun down and went to grab Naruto's to reload it.
"Are you sure? He did kill Kiba last night."
The raven's hand froze over the blond's Desert Eagle. He'd forgotten about that. Naruto was so good at just pretending everything was all right that Sasuke often forgot that he wasn't all right. He furrowed his brow, thinking back on how Naruto had been acting. He would probably drop by to see Father Iruka that night. Naruto always did when he needed guidance.
"He's sleeping." the raven finally whispered before picking up the other's gun.
"I can't believe it." Hinata whispered. "Kiba—at least it was quick. He didn't stain his soul for too long."
"What soul?" Sasuke muttered. "It left him the second he turned."
The Uchiha began reloading his lover's gun, an angry scowl on his face and a growl emitting from deep in his chest. He was still mad about what had happened to Kiba. Instead of killing him, they'd turned him. It was like a double blow. That must've hurt Naruto more than anything else—to see the face of his best friend on a monster.
Sasuke threw the gun he held across the room.
Naruto climbed off the bus with his hands shoved deep into his coat pockets. He looked left, and then right before jogging across the street to the old church located on the other side. He walked up the long dirt path, the grass cut neatly on either side of him as he walked. He reached the front door of the church and pushed. It opened easily, and Naruto could only see one other person there.
An old woman sat in the front pew, a rosary in her hands as she prayed, her head bowed. Naruto walked past her silently, making his way to the confessional. He opened the appropriate door and sat down, closing it behind him. He only had to wait a few sections before the partition that separated him from the priest was pulled back, Iruka's form barely visible on the other side.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." Naruto whispered, knowing Iruka would recognize him in a second. "It has been two days since my last confession."
"Go on, my child." Iruka said soothingly.
Naruto was silent for a few seconds. "I killed Kiba last night." he whispered, clenching his jaw. "He was—he came to get me, to bring me back. I-I didn't want to, but I did."
"You killed a monster wearing Kiba's face." Iruka replied. "There is no sin if you are cleansing the soul of a demon."
Naruto was silent for a while longer, not sure what else to say. "I just—of everyone he could've sent, it was him. Kiba. I just..." Naruto trailed off. He just wanted to go back. Go back to those few months ago when Kiba had been human. Back when they'd been friends.
Back when he'd been alive.
"God forgives you your sins, my son. Go now in peace."
"Thank you, Father." Naruto whispered before standing. He opened the confessional door and left the small booth, dipping his hand in holy water before crossing himself and sitting down in the pew the old woman had been sitting in. She was gone now.
After a few minutes, Iruka exited, walking slowly towards Naruto and sitting beside him. The blond didn't look at him, his eyes locked on the Virgin Mary statue in front of him. The priest sighed and put his hand on Naruto's shoulder.
"You have done nothing wrong."
"Killing is wrong."
"What you do is not killing." Iruka insisted. "Vampires are not living to begin with. You destroy the bodies of those whose souls have long since departed. There is nothing wrong with cleansing the world. God thanks you for what you do."
"I don't think so." Naruto whispered.
The priest didn't know what else to say to make him feel better, so he simply rubbed the young man's shoulder and stood to return to his post in the confessional. Naruto stayed sitting for a few more minutes before standing and walking slowly down the long aisle, his hands shoved deep in his black coat pockets. He felt dust in his right pocket and his hand left it immediately as he thought about Kiba. Who knew, maybe it was his friends ashes.
Gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, Naruto exited the church, readying himself for another night of the hunt. He checked his watch. It was still early, especially for a Friday. They usually liked to go out and feed later in the night, when it was easier to catch the drunkards and less people were around to witness the act.
Naruto walked down one of the crowded streets near the church, getting ready to enter one of the many bars that lined the street. He froze, all the hairs on the back of his neck rising as a cold chill swept through him. He felt his heart beat up ever so slightly and his palms became sweaty. The blond gasped before he took off in a sprint. He shoved people aside, some yelling angrily after him, but he didn't care. His breathing came in harsh pants, but it had nothing to do with him being short of breath.
It had to do with him being scared.
Now Kakashi had only ever given Naruto one rule, and it was a rule he was to follow, no matter what. If he was sent after him, Naruto had to run. No ands, ifs or buts, Naruto had to run. The blond had agreed, but only because he knew that he was the only vampire he could not win against.
This was why when Naruto felt all the hairs on the back of his neck rise—he ran. Because he knew who his father had sent after him tonight. It was him.
Itachi Uchiha.
Naruto shoved past an old couple, feeling horrible when one of them fell over, but they wouldn't end up as vampire food. The Uchiha only wanted one person tonight, and something told Naruto it wasn't the old lady he'd just knocked down.
He turned the corner and slammed to a stop, nearly colliding with the only other person he had to run from. Kisame Hoshigaki. The other man smirked at him and Naruto spun around, only to find himself face to face with Itachi. The elder Uchiha grabbed his face with one hand, his emotionless eyes staring into Naruto's own.
"Good evening, Naruto."
The blond jerked away from him, reaching behind himself and into the inside of his coat for his Desert Eagle. His hand was caught from outside his jacket and he cried out as it was jerked up his back, Kisame reaching over and wrapping one hand around the blond's throat. Naruto breathed hard as Kisame's face appeared beside him, the vampire resting his chin on the blond's shoulder.
"Kiba never came home last night." Itachi said, his hands in his pockets.
People were looking at the three as they hurried by, but no one even offered to help the obviously trapped blond. No one even thought to ask themselves if they should intervene. Naruto hadn't expected them to. People were selfish.
"I'm not his keeper." Naruto snarled.
"I think you killed him." Itachi smirked as he reached forward, dipping his hand into one of Naruto's coat pockets. When he pulled it back out, bits of ash flew away in the wind. "I believe this was him."
"You're sick!" Naruto lashed out to kick the vampire, but Itachi dodged it easily.
"Come, now. There's no need to attract attention." the vampire insisted. "After all, wouldn't want anyone to get hurt, would you?"
Naruto just narrowed his eyes, glaring angrily. "Is there any way you can just spontaneously combust?"
"Not tonight." Itachi jerked his head to the side before walking, Kisame following with Naruto. The blond struggled, trying to get free, but it was no use. The vampire was too strong.
And then, a UV round grazed Naruto's cheek as it flew past him from behind. It would have nailed the elder Uchiha in the head had he not had those incredible reflexes. He ducked the shot, the stray bullet slamming into a lamppost. Naruto kicked backwards, freeing himself quickly from Kisame before he turned and ran. The two vampires made as if to chase him but another eight rounds flying at them forced them to retreat.
Thank you, Kakashi, the blond thought as he bolted around a corner and kept running. He didn't stop until he was far enough away, leaning back against a brick wall and closing his eyes briefly once he was sure that he was safe. Close. Too close. I have to be more careful.
And just because it was Naruto's night, he was suddenly grabbed by the shirt and yanked into the alleyway he was beside. Great, just what I need. An amateur vampire. He sighed as he was slammed back against the wall, the vampire before him baring his fangs.
"Please." Naruto didn't even bother pulling out his gun. He put his hand against the vampire's heart, whispered a silent prayer, and then reached up and severed the other's head with a knife that slipped down from his forearm. The vampire turned to dust and the blond sighed, shaking his head.
"They get dumber every day."
He left the alleyway, walking down the street. He passed by a bar where a brunette was chatting up some random girl. He held a cigarette in one hand, and Naruto forced himself to look away. It hurt even thinking about Kiba. He never wanted to have to think about him again.
As he walked across the street to head towards one of the more popular bars that the vampires frequented, his eyes caught sight of something a pair of homeless kids were poking at. He moved closer to glance over their shoulder and his chest clenched as he noticed it was a white dog with brown ears. It was just about as big as Akamaru had been when he'd run away. They were poking the dog with a stick and Naruto grit his teeth before turning away. He felt tears in his eyes.
First, Kiba was turned and Akamaru ran away, and now, Kiba was dead, and so was Akamaru. Life just wasn't damn fair.
Shikamaru walked lazily back into the flat he shared with Chouji and Ino. The blond was sitting on the couch, her shirt off and Chouji dabbing at a wound on her back. She hissed slightly every few seconds, Chouji apologizing before continuing. The vampire went to stand beside the two of them, looking at her wound. It was more like a scrape.
"You all right?"
"Just dandy, thanks for asking." Ino winced. "Fucking prick knocked me down. He almost got me, too, but I managed to fire off some of those new bullets you found. They work like nothing else."
"Yeah, wish I knew who made them." The vampire sighed. "I just find unused ones all over the place. They're not like normal bullets, though. They're kind of weird. If they hit something other than human flesh, not only do they not go off, but they don't even fragment or anything. They remain completely intact."
"Well, if we ever find out who makes them, we'll have to thank them." Ino said as Chouji leaned back.
"All done."
"Thanks." The blond stood, pulling her shirt over her shoulders again. "Run into anyone interesting tonight?" she asked the vampire.
"Nope. Well, I saw that one kid all the vampires are always after, but other than that, no."
"Did he shoot at you again?" Ino asked.
"No, I think he understands I'm not a threat." He shrugged. "I saw him with another, once. A vampire, souled, just like me."
"That's cool, then." Ino stretched as she stood. "I'm gonna head to bed. You coming?" She grinned at her lover. He grinned back.
"With an offer like that, how can I possibly refuse?"
"Aw, man, do I need to wear my earplugs again?"
"Whatever makes you happy, Chouji." Shikamaru took Ino's hand and led her towards his darkened room. It was Saturday the next day, so neither had to worry about Ino getting out of the room for any reason. The vampire had a bathroom, and a little fridge. She would be fine until dusk the next night.
"Aw, why did I ever agree to living with you two?!" Chouji demanded as he sank back into his chair in front of his computer.
"Cause you love us." Ino giggled. "Don't forget about your job."
"Yeah, yeah, I know." he grumbled as he pulled open the project he'd been working on for the better half of the month. It was about the leader of the organization of vampires in their area. They had no name, yet, but they knew the organization was called Akatsuki.
Cracking his knuckles, the computer genius shook out his hands before cracking his neck and getting to work. He had a long night ahead of him—he knew he wouldn't get any sleep with those two in the next room.
Naruto opened the door to the room in front of him and looked in. Papers were littered all over the place, some with musical notes on makeshift lines, others just blank pieces that had words scribbled in the corners or down the side. Posters adorned all the walls and the large bed in the center wasn't made.
The blond walked into the room and sat down on the unmade bed, looking around. His eyes landed on the black case beside the bed and he grabbed it, pulling it to himself. He opened it, pulling out the acoustic guitar inside.
Kiba had always been protective of the damn thing, never letting anyone touch it. Naruto had been allowed a few times, but only when Kiba had been teaching him something. The blond wondered if he could even remember anything. He'd never really been paying attention, and now—he wished he had.
He put the guitar on his lap and strummed the chords, a sad look in his eyes as he watched his own fingers on the brunette's guitar. He just sat there, strumming the chords, unaware of the presence leaning in the doorway.
"He'd kill you." Sasuke murmed.
"For what?"
"Being in his room. Playing his guitar. You know Kiba will claw his way out of Heaven or Hell to kick your ass for touching it."
"Yeah." Naruto murmured before setting it back in its case and replacing it.
"Kakashi told me you had a rough night tonight. Want to talk about it?"
"Not really." Naruto admitted as he stood, leaving the room and closing the door behind himself. Sasuke sighed as he followed his lover down the corridor.
"Hey, I wanted to show you something. Can you spare a minute?"
"Sure." Naruto turned back to Sasuke.
The raven grabbed his hand and led him down the corridor, going down the stairs that none of them ever really used. He pulled the blond outside and motioned for him to get in the car. Naruto did so, entering the sleek Mercedes before Sasuke got behind the wheel and started the engine.
Neither spoke during the drive. Naruto had nothing to say, and Sasuke wasn't sure what to say. Kiba's turning had been hard on the blond, but his death was even worse. There wasn't anything that could be said to make it better. That was why Sasuke had tried a different approach.
A few minutes later, the raven parked the car in a parking lot, exiting it. Naruto didn't move as the raven came around the car and opened the door.
"This is a cemetery."
"I know." Sasuke said as he leaned over and undid Naruto's seatbelt. "Just come with me, all right?"
The blond sighed but obeyed, exiting the car and walking after Sasuke once the doors were locked. They walked through the rows of tombstones and Sasuke finally stopped at the end, motioning it.
On the grave-marker was a large guitar, and within it were the names 'Kiba Inuzuka' and 'Akamaru'. Naruto felt his heart clench. Guess Kakashi told him I found Akamaru.
"I know we don't have their remains, but I was just thinking it would be nice for us to have something to come look at and—I don't know. I just thought it would've been what Kiba wanted." the raven whispered.
"I don't know what Kiba would've wanted." Naruto sighed, turning to his boyfriend. He sighed again before wrapping his arms around Sasuke, the raven returning the hug. "But I'm pretty sure he didn't want to die."