Hey! I wrote something! I bet you're shocked! I had maybe the first five or so paragraphs of this written way back when I last posted this story, and I just had a sudden urge to write more on it.
Important note: I am back. Kind of. I'm going for my sophomore year of college, and have decided I need to start writing whatever I can, whenever I can. So, fanfics are amongst the things I need to write.
Enjoy!
Chapter 5:
Naruto was very used to being the first person awake every morning. He had a routine; wake up, make coffee, drink the coffee, wait in the kitchen for everyone else to get up.
The blonde shuffled down the hall, down the stairs, and then made his way to the kitchen. He paused in the doorway, the scent of already-made coffee tickling his nose and making his stomach growl. "Huh," he said. He moved across the room and poured himself a cup. He put in a copious amount of sugar and a splash of milk, and then began searching the house.
He'd only gone as far as the living room before he found his early rising job stealer. "Morning," he greeted, sipping from his mug.
Sasuke straightened from where he'd been inspecting guitars. Half of the living room was used for band practice, so the room contained everything they used. "Nice," the raven said, tilting his head toward the instruments.
"You have a guitar, so I assume you play a little," Naruto said. He took a few steps more into the room to stand beside the other man, joining him in his instrument appreciation.
"I play a little of everything," the raven said. "Guitar, drums, bass . . .piano. Honestly, give me anything and I'll make you music."
Just by the way he said it, the blonde had the feeling that the raven wasn't exaggerating. He wasn't boasting, either; he was just telling a simple truth. "You're really as good as Kiba says you are?" he asked finally.
The raven shrugged almost guiltily. "I try."
Naruto chuckled slightly, gesturing toward the kitchen. "Come on, I'll show you around, if you want." When the other male nodded, the blonde led him into the kitchen. "Not too hung over?"
"Ehh, I'll live," the raven murmured. "I've felt worse."
As Naruto toured the raven around the house, he tried to ask him questions, which he seemed more than willing to answer. To the blonde, this was rather odd. He knew the other man; had known him for almost a year. Or, well. They'd talked with one another for almost a year, as the other had been his favourite cashier for that long. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he'd known Sasuke, this person he'd heard of for so long, and not even known it. When they'd gotten back to the kitchen, in time for them to each grab a second cup of coffee, Naruto voiced his disbelief. "Kiba's been talking about you forever," he began.
"Hn," the ravens dark eyes flickered toward the blonde before peering back into his coffee mug. "I'm surprised he didn't show you photo albums and drill you on what I looked like."
"I guess he wasn't that fanatical," Naruto chuckled. "But like…a year? And you were sitting under all of our noses."
"It's not like I was exactly hiding," Sasuke said, taking a sip. He leaned against the counter, resting his elbows on the surface. He rubbed his face with one hand tiredly.
"My credit card," the blonde said, derailing the conversation that could have ensued.
"Your what?" The raven looked troubled as he racked his brain.
"My credit card. I left it in the store, and you said you had it…?" Naruto looked hopeful, though his face fell slightly when he continued. "Though you really just said you had something for me, not that you had it."
Sasuke still looked confused, as if he couldn't recall what the blonde was talking about, but he shrugged. "It'd be in my car—no. My guitar case. Can't lose anything in there."
"Sasuke!" Kiba's voice shrieked from the door to the kitchen. The raven started, fingers clenching in the hair he'd been fidgeting with. "You didn't leave!"
"No," the male agreed. "How would I have left? I have no idea where I am. And my car…" he trailed off, the confused expression crossing his face again. "Where's my car?"
"That piece of shit?" the brunette asked. He sat at the counter beside Naruto. "At the bar still. You could've called a cab home from here."
Sasuke snorted, fingers untangling from his hair and just resting against his cheek as he leaned against the counter. "Yeah, right…" At Kiba's frown, he continued. "I work two jobs and play for tips to keep my apartment. I don't have anything to spare for a cab."
"What?" the brunette asked in confusion. "Doesn't 'Tachi give you money?"
Naruto noted a slight hardening of the raven's eyes. "Itachi died three years ago, Kiba. All the money dried up with him."
"What?" Sasuke flinched away from the males shout. "How?"
"Same way our mother died," the raven cast a look in Naruto's direction. "Cancer," he clarified, for the blondes sake.
"Oh," he said softly, not sure how he should respond.
"Fuck me," Kiba murmured. "I'm so sorry, I had no idea. You guys just all kinda stopped talking to me after your mother…" he trailed off, but what he meant was obvious to the other two men.
"Yeah, well," Sasuke shrugged lightly.
"Yeah, you took off," Kiba filled in, turning to Naruto. "He sold a shit ton of his stuff, and then just took off. I talked to Itachi every once in a while after, and he told me Sasuke had gone east somewhere." The brunette turned toward the raven. "He never even looked sick."
"Neither did mom," Sasuke murmured. "Looks like I'm the healthiest Uchiha, huh?" he sounded bitter, and thus turned back to his coffee, knocking back the cup as though he wished it were alcohol.
"Kiba, I swear to God," came Sakura's hushed voice in the hall. "It's too early for you to be screaming. Everyone is asleep still, you—" her rant stopped short as she entered the kitchen. She stared. "Sasuke…?" The raven gave another start, straightening up to give her a surprised look of his own.
"Oh, this won't be good…" Kiba whispered.
Chapters will continue to be rather short in this story, but that's just what this story calls for. Now...I just need to remember how I get to the end. I remember the last scene of the story vividly, but how I got there...that's something I need to refigure out.
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