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A/N: #hops around from foot to foot# Read and review and I'll love you!
Because I Love –To Torture- My Brother
Chapter Two
What was his brother thinking? That he could just take liberties in his life and dump some animal on his doorstep for him.
Sasuke didn't understand why his brother would feel the need to bestow him a pet at the ripe age of twenty-three. He wasn't a petulant twelve year old anymore, begging for a dog. In fact he took high offense to his brother's pity.
Because he knew that was the only reason Itachi could be doing this besides to annoy him. How dare he look down on his situation!? He was perfectly fine where he was. He had the Uchiha family name and monetary backing supporting him, even though he often took umbrage when someone suggested he was abusing it. He had a wife and soon hopefully a child or children, even if he despised the woman and abhorred the twice-monthly attempts at conceiving. Sasuke actually had a job he enjoyed though.
Perhaps his job was the only thing keeping him sane. The only stable in his life besides daily misery. Going to the studio to create a new masterpiece at least once a week was his only passion in life.
The only one he could expose that is. Sasuke scowled, stomping down the stairs to his basement. He had mentioned Neji…Sasuke clenched his fists and started ripping cloth off the covered pieces in the room. No, not Neji, Hyuuga. Neji was dead to him. Sasuke was married now. But how dare his brother remind him what he had lost!? Itachi got to have the life Sasuke could have had if he had been first born. Yes, he worked for Father but at least he wasn't tied down to a cold-hearted bitch and obligated to…say, 'mate with a bird while he'd rather be bumping another bee'. Sure, he wouldn't have his art…but –Lord help him if he'd so eagerly sell his soul to the devil-, he'd rather give up art than be married to Sakura. But it was all so their father could have his precious perfect family with all of his dreams fulfilled.
Door locked, Sasuke used the remote to turn on the stereo and raise the volume on his music. The sound of screaming violins filled the basement as Sasuke shucked his polo shirt and slacks for a T-shirt and paint spattered jeans. Itachi mattered not. His brother's stupid plans were below him. Itachi would know better than to bring another animal here. After all he needed no company. His art had become everything.
"Come on Kitten. Get off the bookshelf."
Kitten. That damned human had taken to calling him Kitten. He wasn't a damned kit, he was full grown fox dammit.
And to make matters worse…! The electric blue fox hissed down from the top of the bookshelf he was plastered against. His fur was still wet from his impromptu makeover.
"Oh come on. It was all in good fun."
It had all been in good fun…when the first day after he'd been taken from the pet store he'd been carted around in a tote bag. That was…demeaning, but acceptable.
It had all been in good fun when two days later he woke up with a rhinestone tag around his neck reading 'Kitten'. He'd not accepted that so easily but now the human's hands matched each other.
It had all been in good fun when five days after being taken in by this human he was suddenly and violently treated to his first 'bath', where the idiot finally realized he was male but refused to change his name on account of it 'suiting' him. He had even not retaliated from that bath seeing as he had been dirty and once he got over the shock he didn't mind the water and being washed was rather like a massage…
But he should have known…He bared his fangs at the dark-haired, dark-eyed demon smirking up at him patiently. He should have known something was up when a mere three days later the human declared he needed another bath. He acquiesced because he was after all an animal and did get dirty and he nightly commandeered the foot of the man's bed so a bath every three days wasn't so much to ask of him.
The psycho had 'shampooed' him with hair color! And dyed him blue! His only reprise was in that the dye was temporary, lasting only about three days.
But this was it. The final straw. Like Hell he was staying with this guy.
"Ah…Kitten, good thing you can stand up to me." What was the stupid human going on about now? "You need to be tough for where I'm taking you…that bitch will be bad enough but…especially if he sees you as a pity gift from me…he'll be worse…"
The still wet and outraged form on the bookshelf bristled. 'Gift!?' He wasn't anyone's gift! And he was escaping, definitely not going anywhere this psycho was taking him.
"Sasuke needs a fiery pet like you. Maybe he'll learn from you and regain his fire too." The pale psycho had sat himself in an armchair, not even looking at him anymore as pondered aloud. "What he needs more than a docile pet is companionship. And you'll give him that won't you Kitten?"
'No…definitely not! Because I am not staying!' The fox tensed again, he had not relaxed listening to the psycho, definitely not!
"You're amazingly intelligent for a fox." Those dark eyes pierced him, almost analytically. "It must be because you're a hybrid…but sometimes I think you can almost understand me…" Licking down his blue coat, the fox let out a loud snuff.
'I don't understand you psycho. I don't speak 'crazy'.' The fox looked with slit eyes at the human in the chair. 'And you obviously don't understand either. My name's not Kitten, I'm not a bloody pet and I'm definitely not going to be a gift to one of your psycho friends!'
"Kitten, if you can understand me…and I don't know, I think you can…" The human stood and slowly made his way to stand before the bookshelf, head raised up to look the fox in the eye. "My brother needs a friend. He won't accept human friendship, maybe he'll accept a fox." Black eyes met carmine. "Will you help me?"
The fox huffed and puffed, blowing himself into a large, electric blue 'fire'-ball. He should scratch this bugger in his face…tell him to go jump…simply stay up here and escape in the night…
He groomed his tail slowly and then looked down on the psycho appraisingly. The psycho wasn't such a psycho. He actually cared about someone. And the psycho's brother…Sasuke, was in trouble somehow. Cursing his instincts for telling him this was the right thing to do…Naruto prepared and jumped down into waiting arms before giving a warning growl.
He'd stay but Lord help the psycho if he tried anything else before he got taken to the brother he was to help. Or psycho wouldn't have so handsome a visage anymore.
A/N: #claps hands together# Yay! Now...#points down# And I want comments, queries, questions! Not just..."Cool. Update soon."
Though I'll take those too. if the 'cool' has a '!' after it. #grins#