Eternal Dawn
Disclaimer: I do not own the series Naruto or Naruto Shippuuden. ^~ ^;
Warning: YAOI ( Man on Man ). DO NOT read this fanfiction if you do not like yaoi! Rated M for mature, I will not be held responsible if you die of a (or more) nose bleed(s) Because this is a vampiric fic, there will be blood in later chapters. No flames, cause mean remarks will be DELETED.
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Summary:
Time seems to bleed together when you have immortality, but what right do I have to admit that? I haven't 'lived' for more than a thousand years, in fact, I only been wondering the Earth for only an extra three hundred. I want something to attach on to in order to feel that I have a purpose, so I come upon a rural town bowled between two mountains and separated in half by a deep river which coal boats float down from the mines to the harbor south of the town called Konoha.
Chapter 3:
Attraction is Cruel
(P.O.V. Sasuke)
I pulled into the student parking lot just as everyone begun to flee the building. I came to the university on a, disliked, mission: confront Blondie and invite him for a vacation on my yacht.
"Damn Itachi…" I muttered to myself.
Itachi mentioned to Madara that I had a very unused yacht, and Madara formed the 'get your self laid' plan. It was simple: invite Blondie on my yacht for spring break, have a little fun, then pounce on the unexpected fool. One problem, well, a few to be exact. First of all, to invite someone you met only once on a private, secluded vacation is very suspicious. Second, his friends will get even more suspicious and foil the plan somehow. And lastly, my yacht is docked at my brother's place. Oh well, it could wait. I needed to befriend Blondie and Company first anyway.
Something caught my eye to my left. I glanced over and saw that brunette whom wore those silly red triangles on his face. He was running from someone, taking quick peeks behind him self to see his pursuer. I raised my eyebrows when I recognized the pursuer: Blondie.
Perfect timing…
I removed myself from the BMW and made my way over to the scar-faced blond that haunted my dreams, literally. Five nights of tossing and turning, waking to soiled sheets, and raging 'hunger' have had me standing on the edge.
I removed myself from my thoughts to see the brunette further enraging Blondie. He waved a notebook close to Blondie's reach then pulled the notebook away from the blonde's hands at the last second, Blondie would then try to jump for the notebook, only to have the brunette step to the side and run away.
"Come on, Kiba…!" begged Blondie.
Ah, so that's the brunette's name: Kiba. Jealousy crept up my spine at the sound of his name. My possessive trait urged me to kill the stupid human whom dared to tease my blonde.
"Don't do anything rash…" I muttered.
Kiba turned around and tossed the notebook like a Frisbee. I shook my head to the blonde's pathetic attempt of catching the notebook. The notebook fell to the ground which kicked up a small cloud of dirt and dead grass. A pink-head woman laughed slightly, shaking her head as well, not noticing me at all.
"Thanks Kiba…" Blondie said with a hint of annoyance.
As he got on his knees to retrieve the notebook, my legs moved on their own accord; taking me across the lawn and to an oblivious blonde. Again without my consent, my hand shot down and grasped the notebook.
His bright blue eyes widened in shock and traveled up my arm until he made eye contact with me. He gasped and fresh, sweet blood rushed to his cheeks.
"Sasuke…?" Blondie squeaked.
If I didn't have any self control, I would have tackled that blushing blonde and molested him. I pulled myself out of the lustful thoughts and held out the notebook.
"Who else could it be, Blondie?" I said.
Blondie slowly returned to his feet and brushed off the dirt on his pants.
"My name is Naruto, and thanks…" Naruto whispered after he pulled the notebook out of my hand. During that simple task, his hand brushed against my fingers, sending a pleasing jolt of pleasure to my brain.
Before I could say another word, Kiba and the pink-haired girl interrupted.
"Well, look who it is, Mr. Gone-for-five-days." Kiba barked.
I wiped my head in his direction, seconds from ripping his head clean off, but someone tapped my shoulder. I glanced back to see it was that pink-haired girl. She pressed her thumbs together nervously, but when she saw she had my attention, her face beamed with happiness.
"My name is Sakura," the pink-haired girl said. "And thank-you for giving Naruto his notebook." She extended her hand.
"No problem." I said, shaking her hand.
Sakura flinched at touching my hand, more likely that the coldness surprised her, but she pushed that behind her and smiled again.
"Please forgive these idiots," Sakura pleaded, pulling Naruto and Kiba into a loving hug; a hug that almost killed her. "I suspect that their mothers dropped them on their head more than once."
She winked and Kiba pushed off of the girl.
"Come on now, Sakura, really? You know that my mama always cared for me!" Kiba declared.
"Sure she did…" Naruto mocked.
Kiba pulled away from Sakura and Naruto as they laughed their heads off.
"Ha, ha, very funny…" Kiba sarcastically said.
The atmosphere around me changed; a happier, lighter mood. It was too easy. Sakura instantly befriended me and Naruto quickly followed suit; Kiba was distant until I told him a few stories about my older brother. He jumped to the knowledge that he and Naruto weren't the only ones in the group of friends that had an older sibling.
"You see, my sis, Hana, is all ways on my case. 'do this, do that'." Kiba complained.
I nodded in agreement; after all, older siblings are almost all ways on the younger's case.
"I can understand, my brother finds things to nag about." I laughed. "For example, when I bought my BMW," I pointed my thumb to the parked BMW, earning gasps from all three of them. "He said 'why on Earth would you waste so much money on something like that."
Naruto tried to hold back the giggles, but failed terribly.
"It sounded like something Naruko would say." stated Naruto.
"Yeah, it does," Sakura added. "You should meet her; she might even nag at you the second you pull into the driveway."
We all laughed and added more nagging situations that we experienced or witnessed out into the open. Sakura said goodbye and started to walk home (she, Naruto, and Kiba lived five minutes away from the University), we followed her to the parking lot where Kiba pulled her to a stop beside my BMW.
"Sasuke, is it okay if we check out your car?" Kiba asked. He eyed my car like a starving man would if he saw a plate full of freshly baked goods.
I all most said no; I feared that something would happen to my car, but I remembered that I needed to get on his good side; Naruto's good side.
"Sure," I said.
"Cool!" They rejoiced in union; very happy that I allowed them to 'check out' my car.
I explained to them all the little features of my priced convertible. They 'oh'-ed and 'ah'-ed, walked around the vehicle admiring its ivory white leather seats and custom wheels. Kiba rattled on about how aerodynamic the vehicle was and tried to estimate how fast the car could go, Naruto didn't say a word, too amazed to say anything, and Sakura hummed once and looked at me.
"How much did it cost?" Her voice rang out. Kiba and Naruto stopped whatever they were doing and waited for my answer.
"Once you add all the custom parts to the original tag price, sixy-seven thousand, eight hundred fifty dollars." I said as if it wasn't something unusual.
They gasped in union, but Sakura recovered quickly.
"No wonder you brother nagged at you, I would too." She said.
Once I calmed everyone down and had a little more small talk, Sakura and Kiba walked home.
"I better go too," Naruto stated. "before I lose Sakura and Kiba."
It was the perfect moment to speak to Naruto alone, so when he turned to leave, I placed my hand on his shoulder.
"I could take you home, "I said.
Naruto brushed my hand off his shoulder.
"Y-you don't need to do that, Sasuke." Naruto stuttered. He faced me, and I saw the blood rush to his scarred cheeks. "I live one door down from Sakura…"
Oh, if I didn't have self control…
"Next time then? Or we can go somewhere tomorrow," Naruto gave me a funny look. "…I'm new to the town, and I thought that you would like to show me around."
"Yeah… sounds fun!" Naruto dug into his jean pocket and pulled out a crumbled piece of paper. "Um, do you have a pen?"
I retrieved a pen from my shirt pocket and handed it to Naruto.
"Thanks…"
"No problem." I waved my hand in the air; humans feel better when some form of friendly body movement is made during a conversation.
He sat down on the side walk to write down the directions to his place. I noticed Mr. Hatake flirting with a purple haired woman whom was flirting back just as heavily. I focused my senses to them to pass the time.
"So Kakashi, where to tonight?" The woman said. She slowly ran her hand up Kakashi's chest to the green tie that hugged his neck.
Mr. Hatake chuckled and placed a hand on her wide hip.
"My place, of course." Mr. Hatake whispered lewdly.
"Ooh, your place again?" She cooed, pressing herself against his body.
Something tapped my shoulder removing my focus on the two lustful humans. I turned my head to see Naruto holding out my pen.
"It ran out of ink…" Naruto blushed. Was he embarrassed or angry? "And, um…"
"It's okay, Naruto… just tell me the directions, I'll remember them." I paused, admiring how the blonde's name rolled off my tongue. I put my useless pen back into the shirt pocket.
"I managed to write down my phone number," Naruto mumbled, handing me the piece of paper which I placed in my shirt pocket as well. More blood pooled underneath the blonde's cheeks, embarrassment? More than likely, his body language gave him way: hands in his pockets, eyes cast downward, and his lower lip pushed out, forming a pout.
Naruto told me the directions, said goodbye, and walked home; even after I offered him a ride again. I kicked myself into gear once I could no longer see his backside. The drive home was a short one, full of constant thoughts of my blonde, but once I got home, there was a little surprise.
(P.O.V. Third Person)
Sasuke gaped like a fish at what he saw, his thoughts a compacted blur.
"No… fucking… way…" Sasuke choked.
There, on the front lawn, sat his yacht; the yacht that was suppose to be floating in Itachi's private lake. Sasuke tried to create an image in his head of how Itachi brought the boat over, but nothing truly possible (in a human's opinion) came through.
Sasuke's cell phone ran, and he slowly pulled it out from his pocket.
"Hell… o?" Sasuke stuttered.
"Sasuke, it's Itachi," Sasuke's face twisted in anger. "Is the yacht okay? I didn't mean to leave it on the lawn, but that pond in the back… well, my truck---"
"Don't even start, Itachi. You knew full well that your truck could manage…!" Sasuke screamed into the phone, enraged that Itachi would do this to him.
"You're over reacting, Sasuke. You should be thankful that I, at least, covered the yacht…"
Sasuke did notice the tarp stretched over the yacht, but the sight only further infuriated him.
"Itachi… you are such an ass…. Where the fuck are you, any way?" Sasuke snapped.
"Ooh… testy, testy. You should learn to control your anger, Otouto…"
Sasuke snapped the phone shut. He almost tossed the cell phone through the windshield, but soon decided that destroying his BMW was not worth it. He drove up the drive way to the garage, and then parked outside. He sat there for an hour before entering his home.
Only the sound of his shoes greeted him as he ascended up the stairs in his garage to the game room he crafted. Within the room sat a pool table, pinball table, air hockey table, a flat screen TV with game systems attached or waiting to be attached, and an old (but comfy) couch. He needed to distract him from the rage that burned within him. Sure, he could track his ass of a brother in no time, but the fight that would have soon followed, it wasn't worth it.
Sasuke sat down in the old couch and turned on the television. He flipped through twenty channels per second, for no reason. Nothing now-a-days, minus Naruto, captured his attention long enough for him to notice. Bored, Sasuke stopped on a nameless channel, and pulled off the gray sweater he wore that day. Sasuke's well developed muscles pulled and twisted as he tossed the shirt to the floor.
He laughed at his actions and traced a finger down from his neck to his navel, loving how a trail of numbness followed the wondering finger. Fire sparked deep within Sasuke's throat and roared to life all over the young vampire's body. He hissed sharply and begun to unbutton his jeans. He was on the last button when his sharp memory pulled him from his moment.
"Damn it…" Sasuke cursed.
What time do I need to pick him up?
He reached over to the cordless phone that rested on the end table beside the couch and dialed Naruto's phone number.
(P.O.V. Naruto)
I had gotten home a little later than I should have. I could tell when I saw Naruko sitting on the porch reading a book. I debated if I should go around to the back and enter the house that way than to face an angry sister, but I decided to face the music now than later.
"Hey sis…" I said sheeply.
Her head snapped up and she gotten to her feet; book forgotten on the ground.
"Naruto Uzumaki, where have you been?" She questioned, giving me a glare.
"Talking to a friend…"
"Do you know how worried I was? When I asked Sakura where you were, she told me that you were following her but then, then… you were nowhere in sight!" Naruko was now in tears and angry.
"I'm sorry, Naruko! Sasuke—"
"Sasuke? Who's Sasuke?" Naruto asked, becoming curious.
A new blush rushed to my face and I looked away from my sister to the rose bush across the street that needed to be trimmed.
"A… friend, he's that new kid I talked about." I said, shifting my weight from foot to foot.
Naruko blinked, smiled widely, and picked up the book.
"Really? That's cool, well, come on inside, dinner should be ready by now." Naruko stated.
My stomach grumbled and my sister giggled.
"I hope you are hungry!"
"You bet I am!"
Dinner was unusually quiet, but the meal was good. With a belly full of hamburger and noodles, I sat at my desk with a headache.
How could I have forgotten I had so much homework? Papers ranging from notes to scrap were scattered all over the desk, my computer screen changed to the screen saver (the words Naruto's Computer bounced around the black screen), and pop music played softly in the background; Naruko most likely working on her 'homework': grading papers.
"I don't know where to start…" I groaned.
Too much mess to know heads or tails of what and what, too late at night, too bord… what is tomorrow?
I glanced to the scroll-like calendar I gotten at some Chinese restaurant. The little clay figures printed on it held up the months; making faces at each other or pulling each other's tails or toes.
Mothers' Day? Mothers' Day! Mothers' day…
"Crap," I shot out of my chair; the chair fell backwards, hitting the wooden floor with an ear shattering crack.
The door to my bedroom flung open.
"Are you okay, Naruto?" Naruko's voice laced with panic.
"Yeah," I said in a daze. "Just got up too fast." I picked up my chair and moved to the papers on my desk to the floor.
"Need help?" Naruko questioned.
I turned to see her pointing to the pile of disorganized papers. The orange nail polish flickered in the dim lamp light, catching my eye. Naruko was never the type to do such a girly thing, but recently she's been dating this man… I won't get into it.
"No…" I wavered for a second, far too long for the negative answer to have any effect.
"Okay…" Naruko got on her knees and shifted through the papers, making piles which then turned into stacks.
The phone rang and I dashed to it to avoid helping my sister.
"Uzumaki residence," I said, walking away from my bedroom to the living room down stairs.
"Hey, Naruto, how are you?" Sasuke whispered roughly.
"Sa… Sasuke?"
"What's wrong, Naruto, you seem flustered…"
He couldn't be more right; Sasuke's voice turned my insides to melted goop.
"Right now isn't a good time, but, what do you want?"
Sasuke chuckled and sighed.
"I forgot to ask… What time do you want me to pick you up?"
I heard Naruko stride down the stairs. My head pulled away from the phone to watch her skip into the bathroom and pull the door shut.
"Still there?" Sasuke asked, annoyed.
"Um, yeah, how about ten thirty?" I presented.
"Sounds good to me, see you then." Sasuke said before he hung up.
"Later then," I said into the phone, hung up, and placed it on the coffee table beside me.
Tomorrow was going to be a fun and strange day, but before that, I had to go visit someone.
(TO BE CONTENUED)
Notes:
I'm so sorry! Writers' block had me it its grip for a while, I hope this will be enough… ((crickets)) –coughs- well, it's better than nothing, please review!! I will have an influence to write the fourth chapter a bit faster…