--Blah-- Flashbacks. Just in case people get confused. n.n

Blah Thouhts. And then there's the usual stuff for speaking.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Naruto. If I did, Naruto and Sasuke wouldn't be in denial. Heh. This is the only time I'm going to bothering with the disclaimer, but by the way.

Misleading Contradictions

Chapter Two

Sasuke stared up at the face of his 'master,' the future inhabitant of his body. He had found himself in this position various times before, pinned to the bed with the older man looming over him, doing whatever he wished. Many people had been interested in him in the past, from his rabid fan girls to the occasional fan boy. However, Orochimaru's obsession with his apprentice had always seemed so unnerving to the fifteen-year-old, perhaps because he could do nothing against it.

So whenever Sasuke found himself at Orochimaru's bidding, he simply forced himself to go along with it all, blocking out any distress with repeating 'It'll all be worth it. I have to do this, I have to do this to get stronger. Everything will be worth getting my revenge. Everything' over and over in his head. Sometimes his soft moans were fake, other times they were real, it all depended. Of course, Sasuke knew that Orochimaru could probably tell when his reactions weren't sincere, but that never matter to the Sannin. To Orochimaru, a moan was a moan. Although he did prefer it when Sasuke reacted more vigorously, but Naruto's arrival had obviously unsettled him some- The Uchiha seemed less responsive than usual.

"You know, Sasuke-Kun.." The man drawled, looking over at the Uchiha who was currently gathering his discarded clothing, mutter something along the lines of 'where the hell is my shirt?' under his breath. "You seem awfully worked up. Could a certain blond be the reason?"

Sasuke instantly whirled around, his mind drifting away from locating his various articles of clothing. The extent of his glare was quite remarkable, surprising even Orochimaru even though he had predicted such a reaction. The teenager's glower practically promised a slow and painful death, telling Orochimaru to tread carefully on the current subject. "I'm not worked up." Konoha's traitor made sure his words sounded confident and stern enough, but he was well aware that he was indeed 'worked up,' his blood still boiling over Naruto's insistence on dragging him back home. Home.. Ha, like there was such a thing. Sasuke's chance at having a home had died years ago, when Itachi decided that he was going to kill the clan. The day that Itachi decided that Sasuke was to be the one with the burden of revenge on his shoulders.

…But hadn't he found a home with Naruto and the others? Not in the physical sense, of course, since they all had lived apart. Still, wasn't the whole concept really about a home's atmosphere and sense of belonging instead of the structure itself?

Immediately Sasuke brushed such thoughts away, silently reprimanding himself fiercely. How dare such musings present themselves! Staying with the other wouldn't have helped him. Nothing so ridiculous as having a best friend would have benefited him in the long run. Just as his older sibling had said, Sasuke needed more hatred. Until he acquired the needed level of loathing and power, he'd never succeed in Itachi's demise.

Realizing that he had spaced out, the prodigy blinked slightly, forcing himself out of his reflections of the past. Orochimaru was staring at him, golden eyes narrowed in a way that almost caused the raven-haired male to shudder. Apparently Orochimaru had said something, and upon not receiving a reply, had noticed just how out-of-it his future host was. Sasuke simply hated it when Orochimaru could read him like a book.

"Am I dismissed?" Sasuke inquired sharply, not bothering to ask what Orochimaru had been saying, nor did he try to come up with an excuse to explain his brief daze. The snake-man probably already knew, after all. The damn bastard always did. It was rather infuriating, really, how Sasuke could fool almost everyone but Orochimaru.

Watching as the other hastily slipped on his clothes, Orochimaru observed him quietly. He had been talking about how Sasuke could easily kill Naruto off and gain the Mangekyou Sharingan, but apparently Sasuke had been too lost in thought to hear him. Perhaps it was just as well, though, since Sasuke's reaction would probably been that of extreme anger. The youngest Uchiha had once stated that he refused to develop power as Itachi had, unwilling to kill his best friend just because that was what Itachi wanted. Of course, the foolish boy was too stubborn to realize that by getting revenge, he was also doing what his brother wanted. Naturally, Orochimaru never bothered to point this out, since Sasuke's thirst for power was what made him so easy to manipulate- Not to mention that fact Sasuke was even more delectable than usual during his fits of fury. Deciding that it'd be better if he didn't repeat his earlier suggestion, Orochimaru merely stated, "Sasuke-Kun… Do try to be careful."

Taking this as a 'yes, you many go' Sasuke gave a short nod before stalking out of the man's chambers, running a hand through his mussy hair and straightening his clothes a bit out of habit. Their antics was no secret in Sound, all the shinobi knew about Orochimrau's lust for the teenager, but that didn't mean Sasuke liked to flaunt the relationship. He was particularly proud of it, actually. Being Orochimaru's favorite was one thing, but to be his screw toy was a whole 'nother thing entirely.

--"Feh, bastard. When the snake said he wanted your body, I hadn't thought he meant that in more than one way. Are you proud of yourself, Sasuke? Becoming Orochimaru's little whore!"--

Sasuke inwardly flinched as he recalled his former teammate's furious accusations. Naruto just didn't understand, Sasuke knew. If it meant getting what he wanted in the end, what was the point of having too many morals? By giving Orochimaru was he desired, the snake-man was returning the favor by training Sasuke. Over the years, he had certainly gotten significantly stronger, so much so that controlling Level Two of the seal was almost child's play. So what did it matter if Sasuke let himself be used? He'd cease to exist soon enough, anyway. That was another good thing about their deal, really. Everyone had always said 'what are you going to do after you kill Itachi? Revenge isn't everything!' There was little doubt in Sasuke's mind that those who spouted such words were just trying to get him to rethink his options, not that it ever worked. Honestly, Sasuke hadn't been sure what he'd do after getting his revenge. Restore his clan, he supposed, though he wasn't all that sure. But now, there was nothing to plan, since after Itachi's defeat, he'd have to hold up his end of the bargain.

Sometimes Sasuke wondered what would happen to him after Orochimaru entered his body. Would Sasuke simply be dead? Or would he be just a voice at the best of Orochimaru's mind, existing but not really there? The boy never bothered to ask the Sannin.

The Uchiha found himself making his way idly towards the dungeons, not really meaning to go there. "Damn it all." He muttered, chuckling darkly under his breath, his words laced with bitterness. "It figures that my body would end up reacting to the dobe already, disobeying my mind. I really don't want to see Naruto. Yet.. I do." He whispered hoarsely, growling under his breath in frustration. Sasuke wanted to know what was going on in Konoha, how Sakura was doing… Was Kakashi still always late? Was Shikamaru still lazy? Has he finally hooked up with Ino yet? Had Naruto gotten stronger? Had Naruto finally get sick from eating so much Ramen? Was Naruto a Chuunin now? Or maybe, perhaps, a Jounin? Did Naruto still want to be Hokage? Was the blond still an idiot? Sasuke nearly rolled his eyes. Of course Naruto was. If he wasn't, he wouldn't be sitting in a cell, no doubt chatting that Potter boy to death.

Making it a point to ignore that fact that he wondered more about Naruto than anyone else, Sasuke stubborn turned away from the dungeon's entrance, leaning his back against the wall with a sigh.

Truth be told, Sasuke actually didn't know about the deal that had taken place between Orochimaru and Voldemort. He knew that some transaction had been discussed, but Orochimaru had avoiding answering Sasuke when the boy had asked about it. Which was rather odd, considering the fact Orochimaru rare found keeping things from Sasuke necessary.

Ebony gaze once against drifted towards the dungeons. Why Voldemort wanted the wizard was none of his business and frankly, Sasuke really didn't care. Harry could have been about to be sacrificed to the Devil himself and Sasuke wouldn't have giving a rat's ass. However, Sasuke couldn't help but be mildly curious as to what Orochimaru had been supposed to be given in return for Harry's capture.

Shrugging slightly, Sasuke slid down to the floor, leaning against the wall with a heavy sigh.

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For the past two hours, Harry had simply watched as the blonde, who was named 'Naruto' if memory served him, paced the cell and muttered to himself. The shinobi had attempted conversation with the wizard, and Harry really had put an effort since he was mildly intrigued by Naruto, but everything just seemed awkward. Naruto was a ninja while Harry was a wizard. They might as well have been worlds apart. Yet, there they both were, stuck in a cramped little cell with no way to escape. Not that escaping was what was really on Naruto's mind, of course, since he found himself continuously plagued by thoughts of a certain raven-haired traitor.

The blond didn't halt in his vigorous pacing, walking back and forth along the cell's front, sometimes running his fingers along the bars. IWhat the hell had that bastard been thinking, coming to a place like this! I promised Sakura-Chan I'd bring him back. There's no way I'm going to fail like last time./I Thinking of the confrontation those three years ago caused the fifteen-year-old to flinch slightly, blue eyes fluttering closed. Sasuke had been serious when he said he'd kill him. Yet, at the end, the Uchiha had left him very much so alive. He could have easily finished him off while he was unconscious, but instead Sasuke and merely left him there.

A small smile graced the blonde's features at the thought. Perhaps there was hope for Sasuke yet! Still, there was chance that Sasuke had changed over the years. He had seemed even more arrogant and antisocial than before, after all. "If he did change, than I'll just have to knock some sense into him." Naruto decided firmly, not meaning to speak the words aloud.

"What?"

Naruto blinked, looking over at Harry's puzzled gaze. Oh yeah, he's here to.. Eh heh. "Nothing, I was just thinking about how I'm gonna beat Sasuke-teme until he either agrees to come back with me willingly or I have to literally drag him. Either way I'm going to pound him first."

"You both.. Know each other, then?" Harry asked, resisting the urge to groan at the fact the had just stated the obvious. He wasn't sure about just what was going on between the two shinobi. We they enemies? No, Harry had a feeling that they had at one point been acquaintances.

The future Hokage looked at the boy, as if really observing him for the first time. He was really.. Weird. His attire was that of robes of some sort, which he figured had been the clothing Harry was brought in, and had a strange accent that adorned his words. Needless to say, Naruto doubted he was from anywhere close by.

"Yeah. Sasuke-Teme and I used to be on a team together." He replied, trying his best to act cheerful, but unfortunately, failed miserably. Looking away from the older boy grimly, Naruto sighed. "We were rivals, too, ya know. And best friends, or at least, I'd like to think so." Hell, he'd also like to think that Sasuke had considered them best friends as well. The paler boy had admitted that he thought of Naruto as such, but after certain events, Naruto couldn't help but wonder if he had been lying.

Harry tried not to seemed too surprised at the other's words, having not thought it possible for the two to have really been best friends. They seemed to be complete opposites with each other- Like the sun and moon, noise and silence, light and dark. It didn't take a genius to figure out which role was whose. Shaking his head, Harry silently reminding himself that sometimes opposites did attract. Like Hermione and Ron, for example.

A sense of dread washed over the seventeen-year-old when eh thought of his two best friends. Were they even alive, or have they fallen victim to the shinobi that had ambushed them all in the Great Hall? No! Of course they're alive. Hermione is the most brilliant witch of our year. There's no way she'd let herself get killed. And Ron's.. Ron. He imagined the tow in the library, Hermione dead-set on trying to find something that could explain harry's dissappearance while searching through the various novels she had looked through previous due to 'light reading.' He could practically see Ron leaning over her shoulder, trying to help only to get hushed by a ill-tempered Hermione.

"Who is he, anyway?" Harry finally spoke, looking over at Naruto with faint traces of curiosity, feeling a bit better after his little daydream. All he really knew about the Uchiha was his name and that he seemed to be relatively close with Orochimaru.

"Who's Sasuke? He's the most arrogant, selfish, foolish bastard there ever was. But ya know what? That's just what he wants people to think." Naruto paused before continuing, gazing up at the dirt ceiling of the cell thoughtfully. "Don't get me wrong. He is arrogant and selfish and is definitely a bastard. But that isn't everything he is. He was always the best at everything, from fighting to getting the girl."

Naruto went on the briefly explain about their days as teammates, his voice growing uncharacteristically soft when he mentioned the fight with Haku. When Sasuke had jumped in to save him.. Naruto had hardly believed it. It had meant so much to him, even if he'd never admit it. Perhaps even more so than it would have is Sakura had been the one to do it. Sasuke had always been the one to disregard Naruto, to think of him as a burden. The dark-haired boy's dreams had been so important to him, even back then. And yet, he had been willing to throw his life away to save that of his teammate's, even after he always claimed to dislike the blonde misfit.

Sasuke Uchiha, someone who had so many plans, had risked his life for someone like Naruto Uzumaki. That, even if some didn't realize it, meant a lot.

The teenager continued with the tale, excitement sometimes creeping into his tone when he spoke about the vast amount of missions Team Seven had participated in. However, when he got to the point of the battle at the Valley of the End, Naruto skipped much of the details, settling with simply 'Then we fought and he beat me.' Not even the others back at Konoha knew of all the facts as to what had gone on during the fight.. There was no way Naruto was about to tell a perfect stranger. "And so, here I am."

Harry had listened with surprising intensity, finding himself in awe at the story of the two. The pair seemed even younger than him, yet and done all that! And to think that people thought Harry was special. If they met Naruto, the wizard population would probably swoon with admiration.

Laying down across one of the flimsy mats that served as there bed, Harry offered a quick 'good night' before curling up upon it, closing his eyes and willing slumber to take him. However, he found himself unable to sleep, though still kept his eyes closed. A while later, he heard voices.

"Naruto, why the hell did you let yourself get caught? You're an idiot, but even you wouldn't let yourself be taken down by a bunch of Sound shinobi unless you weren't really trying."

Sasuke's voice, Harry noted. The boy must have come back to speak with Naruto.

"What's it to you, bastard! This was the quickest way to get to you. I told you, I'm going to take you back."

"Idiot! I should kill you right now. Don't you get it? You can die! No one in this place with give a second thought to just slaughtering you."

There was silence for several moments before,

"What about you? You really don't care?"

"Humph, why would I, dobe?"

Though Harry wasn't actually watching, since his eyes were closed, he could tell Naruto had tried to punch Sasuke through the bars of the cage. Surprisingly, Harry could tell by the soft sound of a fist meeting flesh that the hit had connected. But surely Sasuke wasn't stupid enough to fail avoiding a blow..? Then.. Did that Sasuke guy let Naruto hit him?

"Dobe, listen. You need to-"

Harry's eyes instantly snapped open when someone else's words cut the Uchiha off, recognizing the voice as one of the Sound shinobi that had brought him in.

"Sasuke-Sama, Lord Voldemort has arrived unexpected. Orochimaru-Sama requests your presence during the meeting. He wants you to bring the two prisoners."

Kyki's Corner

Dun, dun, dun! Thank you to all that reviewed so far.

Anyway, I'd just like to note that when it comes to Harry, I'm going to pretend that Snape's betrayl has yet to happen, nor is everyone's favorite Headmaster dead. Since he's seventeen, we can say this would be taking place during the seventh book. Also, none of my stories are beta'ed, therefore there are bound to be some typos and such. I try to at least skim and proofread everything, but sometimes I'm in a rush and miss things.

Some might notice that the rating changed from Teen to mature. This is due to the fact that, well, I ended up realizing that Sasuke and Naruto have very colorful vocabularies. Also, there are going to be some 'suggestive themes' here and there. however, I have no intention of putting in a full-blown lemon. Meh, I'd probably die from blushed. So basically, the rating just changed because of language and probably violence.