A.N. Enjoy ;0.
Naruto's dreams were flooded with Sasuke. At first it had been a very naked, very horny Sasuke in which Naruto had taken his pleasure with in a bath tub. Naruto guessed it had been in a bath tub because they'd had steamy sex in the shower before collapsing a top Sasuke's mattress. Although it had taken both of their flexible and calculating abilities to work out how exactly to have sex in the shower; the cubicle was pathetically tiny, and Naruto's first reaction had been:"We ain't going to fit in that box, let alone fuck in it!" To which Sasuke had elegantly frowned and proceeded to show Naruto-rather than tell- that he had done this numerous times before and therefore it could and would be done again. It was probably the most straining and semi-uncomfortable sex Naruto had ever subjected himself too, Sasuke-of course- had no issues at all with being comfortable in the small space impaled on Naruto's dick.
However after Naruto had finished fucking Sasuke-in his dream- in a bath tub, the tub began to fill with crimson liquid with a smell that could be mistaken for nothing other than blood. Blood that was flowing like a ravine from Sasuke's arms. In no time at all, before Naurto could even register what was going on, Sasuke was dead. Eyes open and blood still flowing from him and over running the tub rim to flood the room until Naurto was swimming in Sasuke's blood. As in all dreams, the setting made no sense and Naruto found himself in a river of blood with the room he had just been present in, gone, as well as Sasuke. In his dream Naruto tried to blindly search for Sasuke, but in his confusion of going from sex to death, he didn't do anything. Naruto was quickly becoming frustrated with his dream, and for probably the first time in his life, was thankful when his super loud ringtone awakened him.
Naruto slowly opened his eyes, which starred for a moment at the empty space next to him, before sleepily getting up to search for his jacket. He eventually found it and pulled out his phone, he'd missed the call; it was missed at 11.27am. Damn, that was late. Naruto found his jeans and pulled them on, tugging and hopping about until they rested just how he liked. He lazily sighed and dragged his hands down his face whilst moving to sit on the mattress, as there was nothing else, not even a lone chair, to sit on. He coyly rang the number back, sighing again as he heard the dial tone.
"NARUTO YOU FUCKING CUNT OF A BROTHER! YO-"
"KYUUBI! Stop already, I'm not in the mood for-"
"Oh, I'm sorry, did someone not turn up to your doc's appointment they'd promised they'd go to? I DON'T FUCKING THINK SO! Assh-"
"I have a brilliant excuse, you're gonna love it, I promise." Naruto cooed in an attempt to calm his brother's rage to curiosity.
"Oh yeah? 'Cos you broke your last promise bro, this better be fucking good or I'm gonna beat you so bad you'll be the one needing a doc!" Kyuubi hissed down the line, and Naruto could just imagine that contorted sulky, mixed with anger, frown on his face.
"I had the best sex the world has ever seen last night an-"
"SEX! Why y-"
"Fucks sake! Let me finish alright? And he's something really special, I can just tell, got this look about him, the way he speaks, moves, looks. I think I'm on to a winner." Naruto beamed down the line, grinning to himself and absently wondering where Sasuke was on a Saturday morning.
"Okay, okay, question. What comes first, bros or hoes?"
"Look, I'm sorry, I wasn't planning on missing your appointment, and I'll make it up to you, somehow..."
"You're an ass, you know that? I might hav-"
"You don't." Naruto deadpanned quickly.
"You don't know that for sure Naruto. I forgive you, but I'm still pissed off; big time. You gonna tell me more about this 'special' guy then?"
"I had a creepy dream about him, just before you rang."
"Yeah?"
"We were having sex, in a bath, then he started bleeding loads, died, and then I was swimming in an ocean of his blood." Naruto said in a slightly confused and deciphering tone.
"That's sick. You guys have kinky sex or something? They say dreams are sorting out reality...?"
"Very funny. But, in serious consideration, I noticed some scars on his arms when he had sex last night. Real deep ones, long and serious; clean cut." Naruto frowned, remembering Sasuke clinging to him in the shower, and his momentary and pleasure hazed glances in which Naruto had absently spotted said scars along Sasuke's fore and upper arms. At the time, Naruto had dragged it to the back of his mind; not wanting to consider what he was seeing, but now, in retrospect, Naruto had to admit he was very concerned and slightly irritated that his 'special' guy had scars along his arms, which of course indicated something deeper and more oppressing that could not be seen.
"Trust you to pick a nut job. They on his wrists and shit?"
"I don't know, only saw the tops of his arms, I really hope not-"
"Yeah, your special boy won't be so special if he's dead." Kyuubi scoffed.
"Not funny."
"Don't get involved with a wacko Naruto, crazies ain't so special when they're dying and crying and bleeding and screaming and all of that other crap you know better than anyone comes with them." Kyuubi's tone turned serious and Naruto knew he was right, but he was already involved now, and he wasn't going to change that, Naurto knew Sasuke was far more than some 'crazy', he was special, Naruto just knew it. He felt it thrum through his soul and thump at his heart, tingle across his skin and soar around his body; Naurto knew special when he saw it-felt it-, and Sasuke far surpassed anything even close to special Naruto had ever encountered, and it was definitely not just the sex.
"Sorry Kyuubi, I can't agree to that."
"Narut-" BEEP BEEP BEEP-
Naruto gawped at his screen in mock annoyance: what a convenient time to lose battery.
Naruto lifted his head to scope Sasuke's apartment, which was more a large room than anything else. By the front door was the kitchen, consisting of a fridge, cooker, sink, a couple of cupboards and a lone worktop; which all together appeared old and in need of some T.L.C. But then again, so did the whole place. The walls were a shabby gray-ish colour with areas looking almost off white; the corners were just plaster where the paint had worn away. Naruto blew a sigh of relief that he could see no mould present. The floor was half concrete and half wooden. The concrete area covered the kitchen and led to and through the bath room and W.C. The rest of the room was a dark cherry wood; uneven and cracking, most probably not real wood.
But what shook Naruto most was the lack of furniture of any sort, the only furniture present was the mattress he was currently sitting on and a large almost antique looking chest with a flat top that was being used as a table-going by the clutter covering it. Another aspect Naruto found quite disturbing were the bottles. Alcoholic beverage bottles, some empty, some half full, some unopened littered the floor, some congregating in groups, others lonesome. Naruto put a guess at about 50-60 bottles lying about as if they owned the place. Naruto didn't understand how they had managed to avoid tripping over them the previous night. It was then that Naruto really started to notice the smell or rather stink of Sasuke's apartment, alcohol, predominately whisky, mixed with the musky dull smell of sex with perhaps a hint of tobacco. Which in Naruto's opinion was all together an unpleasant smell. Did Sasuke never clear away the bottles, or open the bloody window? It also occurred to Naurto that perhaps this wasn't where Sasuke actually lived, but a place for the weekends to fuck and drink. But then again, Sasuke's appearance, actions and aura pointed to an apartment like this, in this part of town.
Naruto felt clammy, he needed to wash his face before facing the day; before questioning Sasuke. Lazily Naruto got up, located his tee and pulled it on, stretching and sighing in the process. Combing a hand for no purpose through his messy hair, Naruto made his way to the bathroom opened the door to find a barley clothed Sasuke asleep next to the toilet. Sasuke had his jeans on, but not done up- like he'd half heartily dragged them on in a sleepy stupor. Sasuke was curled around the toilet in a foetal position, goose bumps clothing his back and what Naruto could see of his arms. His hair was as is it was the previous night, black like shadows and spiking up in messy directions. In the silence of the room, Naruto could hear the gentle whispers of Sasuke's breathing; in that moment Naruto had an almost overwhelming urge to drag Sasuke in to his arms and comfort him like an infant, but he pushed it down, repelling it.
Instead Naruto softly kicked Sasuke's thighs and shouted 'FIRE SASUKE FIRE!' Sasuke awoke immediately and twisted himself to lay on his back, gripping Naruto's ankle and glaring up at him with bleary, borderline bloodshot eyes, mouth still half open from sleep and hair flaying across his face. Naruto grinned and bent down to sit cross-legged next to Sasuke's head, purposefully avoiding looking at his arms.
"Why you sleeping next to the toilet, it's unhygienic, you know?" Naruto joked knowing full well why one falls asleep on the bathroom floor.
"Was sick." Sasuke mumbled through lazily gritted teeth and yawned before releasing Naruto's ankle and sitting up, reclining on his arms behind him. Sasuke glanced down at his dishevelled state, sighed, decided he couldn't care less and began staring at Naruto. Fuck. He wanted Naruto, as in, I-want-you-to-stay-and-never-leave, kind of want. And by Sasuke's standards, that just wasn't right. Uchiha Sasuke did not want people to stay with him; he wanted people to have sex with him. Sasuke didn't like being so out of control of his own wants. Sasuke didn't like being out of control. Being out of control of you- the one thing you were almost guaranteed to have control over- had disastrous consequences; Sasuke's childhood had taught him that.
"You have food in this dump?" Naruto asked leaning closer to Sasuke's face. Sasuke Frowned and stood up, silently stretched and then placed open palms on Naruto's pecs and started to intimate a groping action as if Naruto had breasts whilst making a small muffled groan.
"Errr dude-Sasuke? You alright?" Naruto questioned cautiously almost in disbelief of the crazy shit this guy kept pulling out his figurative bag. Sasuke didn't answer, but he stilled the movement of his hands.
Gently, Naruto caressed his hands and fingertips across Sasuke's hips, up the sides of his waist and along his scared arms until finally reaching Sasuke's wrists. Sasuke said nothing. Naruto gulped and softly turned Sasuke's wrists over, biting his lip as he stroked feather light over deep, pearl white scars. Sasuke's breath hitched but he still said nothing, didn't move and Naruto could feel Sasuke's pulse increase. Naruto slowly raised his head to stare into Sasuke's weary eyes, a small smile appeared on his lips before he parted them to speak, but all too quickly Sasuke jerked his right hand away from Naurto and firmly pushed it against Naruto's mouth. Weary eyes turned dark with a fierce emotion Naruto couldn't quite place.
"Don'.a ." Sasuke squinted his eyes and momentarily lifted his lips in a warning snarl, which had no affect on Naruto at all; nothing about Sasuke was threatening.
Sasuke was about to say something else when a phone that wasn't Naruto's started ringing. Sasuke's eyes widened and he leapt of Naruto and left with lightning speed to find his phone, only uttering a single 'Itachi!, in his flurry. Itachi? That better fucking not be his boyfriend! Naruto walked out the bathroom just in time to see Sasuke pull out his mobile from his right shoe and answer it with a gasped and relived-
"Aniki! I-" But he got no further and his face turned from flustered to overwhelmed and aghast in such a short amount of time, Naruto had to blink to check that look was really painted onto Sasuke's face. Sasuke then flopped down from his crouched position over his shoe to slump on his but with splayed legs, as if his body had no strength nor motivation to keep him up any longer, his back slouched and expression unmoving, lips ever so slightly quivering as his brother on the other line continued to talk. Naruto watched and moved closer, sitting down a safe enough distance away to half listen to a conversation without appearing rude and nosy of-in retrospect- a strangers conversation. Stranger. Naruto mentally cringed; he and Sasuke had met barley 12 hours ago, what right did he have to question, ask or judge Sasuke? None, and that answer hurt, stabbed at Naruto, it wasn't fair, he wanted to know everything about Sasuke, and he wanted to know now. But he had no right to demand such a thing. Naruto was cut off from his thoughts by Sasuke's voice, careful, quiet; that of a perplexed child.
"Confirmed...?"
Naruto raised his eyebrows in concern, what was confirmed?
"I-I'll be right ov-It's fi-Itachi! I can get there." Sasuke slowly dropped his hand away from his ear and absently pressed the end call button. He stayed unmoving for a moment, Naruto left him to it and silently stood up and located his jacket and shoes and quietly-so as not to disturb Sasuke's thoughts- put them on. When he stood up straight from tying his laces, Sasuke was also standing and staring at him with a slightly aghast and worried look. Naruto moved closer, close enough to comfort if so desired, but he held back and simply stood, waiting for Sasuke to say something. Sasuke's eyebrows lowered and he pursed his lips, eyes intently staring into Naruto's, ghostly pale hand clutching at his phone.
"Can you drive me somewhere?" Sasuke's voice was cautious, and it was obvious to Naruto that Sasuke expected him to decline and walk out with weak excuses. But Naruto would decline nothing this man asked of him, this man he'd only just met, knew nothing about. Hell would freeze over before Naurto worked out what was up with that.
Naruto smiled and pulled his keys out his jacket pocket to empathize his answer. "Of course, anywhere you wanna go, Sasuke."
Sasuke didn't smile back. He nodded, shoved his phone in his pocket and zipped and buttoned his jeans before yanking on the long black tee he'd been wearing the previous night, along with his tight faded black leather jacket that looked like it'd been brought form the women's section rather than the men's, which didn't surprise Naruto at all considering slight physique. Sasuke heaved on his right dark green Doc Martin boot without socks and eyes quickly scanned the room in frenzy for his left boot.
"WHRE-"
"Outside the apartment; you pulled your key from it and left it outside." But Sasuke stopped listening at 'you' to franticly open the front door and drop to his knees to find his shoe, which of course was exactly where Naruto had said, and Sasuke sighed in relief; they were his only pair of shoes. Naruto raised his eyebrows.
"Who the fuck do you think would steal them? They're totally wrecked." Naruto said whilst moving next to Sasuke by the door, who had by now tugged on his left shoe but not before pulling his apartment key from the door and placing it inside, well, thank fuck no one had stolen his key.
"People around here will steal anything." Sasuke shot back, standing up straight and ushering Naruto away from the door so he could shut it. Naruto hummed in mock understanding and followed Sasuke's brisk walk down the stairs and out the complex, where Naruto bumped in to Sasuke who had abruptly stopped in the small car park.
"Can't remember your car." Sasuke mumbled in what looked like slight embarrassment to Naruto. Naruto breathed out heavily started walking over to his car, motioning for Sasuke to follow.
Naruto took his keys from his pocket, made a small 'clucking' sound whilst locating his car key, unlocked his car, nodded his head at Sasuke to get in, and then got in himself. The two of them sat there for a few seconds, Naruto waiting for directions or something; Sasuke working out what to say.
"I need to know where I'm going to drive you somewhere Sasuke." Sasuke didn't seem to hear, Naruto nudged him on his shoulder with his palm, "Hey...Where am I taking you? Sasuke?"
"Be patient! God's sake! I'm trying to remember the quickest way to get there!" Sasuke huffed and rubbed his temples with petite fingertips. Naruto waited.
"Its b- Do you know Tokyo well?" Sasuke questioned, Naruto did have a strong Kyoto accent after all, maybe he was just visiting Tokyo.
"Yeah, I do."
"Do you know the boarding school near the row of sex clubs?"
"Where those serial killings of the hos-"
"Yeah, that's it. Drive there, I'll give you finer directions once we get closer." Sasuke motioned for Naruto to get driving: Naruto chuckled and started the engine.
"Where is there exactly?" Naruto questioned slightly cautions.
"Family home, kind of. Just drive, it's something serious, you'll understand when we arrive."
Naruto began driving; watching Sasuke cross his arms over his chest and stare out the window with an odd look upon his face.
"Why can't you just tell me Sasuke?"
Sasuke slowly turned to face towards Naruto's direction, his eyebrows twisted in thought and mouth moving but not opening; searching for words; which when spoken, were whispered and strained.
"Because...Because I don't know how...to." He then made an expression as if he was about to vomit, but it quickly turned into a stern frown.
"Now stop asking questions, I don't want to talk." Sasuke's voice was grim but quiet, and Naruto stopped talking and instead switched on the radio.
The location they were driving to was at least a 30 minute drive and Naruto knew that Kyuubi was going to rant about wasting patrol on some guy he'd just met. Could he really trust Sasuke? And what exactly was Naruto getting himself into? Sasuke had said it was something serious, but for all Naruto knew that could just be a ploy to shut him up, keep him quiet, keep him guessing. And boy was he guessing. Guessing about everything. Why did Sasuke live in such a shit hole? Why did he have suicide scars? Why did he try to kill himself? Did he even try to kill himself? Was he an alcoholic? Was he a sex addict? Did he have a partner? Was his brother just like him? Why was he letting Naruto-a stranger- drive him to something 'serious'? And the questions just went on and on and on. Because Naruto was the curious type who always got answers and Sasuke was going to be no different.
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Once they had arrived outside the school Sasuke had began giving Naruto finer directions, in a shaky voice that sounded nervous with maybe a hint of agitation. It had put Naruto on edge. Sometimes Sasuke couldn't even manage to speak and would instead point a shaking hand in the correct direction before regaining his voice with an apprehensive gulp. It was obvious to Naruto that Sasuke was trying to get a hold of himself and put on a strong composure.
Then they arrived at Sasuke's 'kind of' home, and Naruto instantly felt sick with pure fear and anxiety.
The house was a queer building surrounded by derelict homes of the same sort, completely made of concrete with a decaying garden that screamed dysfunctional. On the opposite side of the road were rows of low ground flats with graffiti of an untalented kind covering many of the visible walls. There was litter everywhere, including bottles and cigarettes. And if Naruto was totally honest with himself; a place like this would be almost exactly where he would picture Sasuke growing up: somewhere depressing, deteriorating and crying unfortunate poverty. But that wasn't what shook Naruto.
Four police cars, one ambulance, one motorbike and more people that Naruto could count were within the vicinity that was fenced of 'POLICE INVESTIGATION'. A fence that was posted around Sasuke's 'kind of' home.
Naruto turned off the engine and turned to Sasuke; he swallowed carefully and breathed heavily.
"What the fuck is going on?"
Sasuke didn't answer; he couldn't, being here, seeing it, made all so real than Itachi's muffled voice over a phone. No, he hadn't seen it yet, but he needed to see it, needed to see it was the truth that would perhaps liberate him. Sasuke opened the door and almost leaped out the car; slamming it behind him he began walking towards Itachi.
Naruto huffed and followed Sasuke. Stopping short when he saw who Sasuke was walking up to. If Naruto hadn't already known that Itachi was a brother-hence obviously making him male-, he would have without doubt thought Itachi was of the female gender, because he was nothing short of stunning in the most effeminate way. Naruto was actually finding it incredibly hard to believe that Itachi was not a woman. Itachi had long black hair woven from silk surpassing his hips even in a high ponytail, all his features were soft, from gentle eyes embellished with feather like eyelashes, to a round nose to plump pouty lips down to a curved jaw and chin. Itachi was slightly smaller that Sasuke but just as slim with the same pert woman's ass and shaped legs, their fashion sense was also very similar. Itachi wore tight black jeans with an imitation of red snakeskin leather jacket almost mirroring Sasuke's black leather jacket and jeans. The differences lay at footwear and jewellery. Where Sasuke wore forest green demolished Doc Martins Itachi wore perfectly kept black and white platform brogues. Sasuke wore no jewellery-but Naruto had noticed his ears pierced in several places- where as Itachi had delicate dangly ruby red earrings in the shape of tears. It was easily seen they were siblings.
Eventually, after what appeared like a heated debate that Itachi had lost, Sasuke got escorted inside the house with a police officer in shady looking glasses. Itachi stood frowning, twirling his hair around in his delicate hands in an enticing and almost seductive looking way. But it was obvious this was not what Itachi was intending like by the frowning distant expression on his beautiful face.
Although Naruto felt like he was intruding on an altogether very personal and morose occasion, Naruto just couldn't help himself. He wanted to remain with Sasuke through anything, show him he was here to stay, to endure anything Sasuke did. Starting with an incident such as this-whatever it was- would surely prove his intent and genuine care and interest, wouldn't it? Naruto still wasn't sure why he was going so far for this Sasuke. No one had ever had an effect like this before and sadly, Naruto found it disturbing and eerie; not even Kyuubi made him this damned determined and loyal.
Anxiously Naruto walked to Itachi's side, he got so far as to open his mouth before Itachi had turned on him, stern eyes fixing to Naruto's orbs and face showing warning and suspicions feelings before he ground out a hissed:
"Who are you and what are you doing here with Sasuke." Itachi held Naruto with his eyes for an answer, arms now crossed in a display of authority whilst curiosity mingled with his uncertainty.
But Naruto was neither fearful nor intimated by Itachi's –perhaps- rudeness, because he understood completely. He and Kyuubi were exactly the same with each other, protective and defensive, always had been; always needed to be. In Itachi's glaring stare and sharp words he saw the same devotion and safeguarding they attended to one another and the same caution to those who invited themselves into their lives. In a reverse situation, Kyuubi would for sure be demanding answers from the invader in which he had never seen, and the same would be true for Naruto. Naruto appreciated that in Itachi's case, looking after, keeping safe, a brother like Sasuke was a top priority, Naruto- who knew nothing about Sasuke-had already deduced that something was wrong with him, so how much more so would a brother be well aware of this and whole heartily dedicated to protecting and sheltering Sasuke?
It was no mystery to Naruto why Itachi was acting so brash, in fact he welcomed it, to know that Sasuke had a brother like him, one who cared and watched his back was comforting to Naruto; at least Sasuke did in fact have somebody who was aware of his state and was dealing with it, hopefully helping, encouraging him through it.
Naruto softened and relax his body, smiling softly in a show of submission, understanding and assurance. He spoke gently and with respect, wearing his tender smile throughout.
"I'm Uzamaki Naruto. I'm here with your brother, Sasuke, because he asked me to bring him here. I-"
Itachi curtly cut him off, "Who are you to Sasuke, Uzamaki?"
Naruto wasn't at all surprised or taken aback by fierce Itachi's butting in. "I'm nothing to him...but...it's difficult to explain...I...Sasuke is special, I desperately want to be something to him."
Itachi wasn't at all convinced; men chased Sasuke all the time, he was well aware his brother acted like a slut. "You mean you want to sleep with him again? I swear-"
Naruto stopped himself from taking offence, but still, he wasn't going to accept that. "Look, I don't know what's up with Sasuke, but I'm not after sex, if it was just that I would've cleared of already. It's something indescribable, but I don't ever want to leave Sasuke." Naruto was stern and left no room for argument, Itachi softened his glare and assessed Naruto, taking in his appearance and words.
"I'll have to see it to believe it. You have no idea 'what's up' with Sasuke."
Itachi then turned away from Naruto too stare blankly at the police officers roaming the territory. Naruto looked around also, what the hell had gone on? Naruto took a gamble.
"What's going on?"
Itachi coughed in shock and questioned wide-eyed at Naruto. "Sasuke didn't tell you?"
"Nope not a word; said he didn't know how to."
Itachi sighed and began absently plaiting a small section of his hair. "I'm not really sure how much, if anything, I'm allowed to tell you, or even if I should." Itachi spoke more to himself that Naruto.
"Sasuke said it was serious."
Itachi laughed, raw and cold; almost in mocking of the 'serious' tragedy.
"It is serious. Our farther shot our mother; then shot himself."
Naruto was shocked at the way Itachi didn't even flinch; the way he stayed passive as he uttered such words. Naruto thought back to when Sasuke got the phone call, Sasuke had looked utterly shocked, but not tearful or mournful, he had only been agitated and quiet when in the car. Naruto's brain worked like clockwork, trying to deduce why this morose occasion seemed to mean little to both brothers, but he came to nothing. It was more than a little strange, maybe even absurd and slightly surreal. Maybe their parents weren't actually dead, but severely injured? Seemed unlikely, but Naruto took a shot anyway.
"Are they dead? Both of them?"
"Yes instantly...apparently." Still Itachi stayed passive.
Naruto stood next to Itachi flabbergasted into silence, watching the scene. Soon Sasuke emerged from the building, eyes wild and walking staggered as if he had emerged from a dream. But to Naruto, he didn't look like someone who had just seen their dead parents; rather he looked as if he had just witnessed a strange but fantastical event. No, that couldn't be right, Naruto had to be assessing this all wrong, he had to be.
Sasuke reached them and seemed to be oblivious to Naruto's presence. He reached for Itachi with his hands, who reacted by taking them in his and pulling him close, a very small and almost unnoticeable frown on his face. Sasuke closed his eyes and leaned his forehead on Itachi's shoulder-who with wearing his plat formed shoes, was the same height-. Itachi realised his right hand from Sasuke's and started gently stroking it through Sasuke's hair.
Naruto had no idea what to do; he felt incredibly out of place and knew he shouldn't be here. The whole situations, including the sibling's reactions were surreal and foreign to Naruto. He felt as if he would wake up feeling dazed and confused, from this odd morning.
Eventually he heard Sasuke speak, he had to check himself to be sure he heard correctly what Sasuke had voiced. As in a dreamy and utterly soothed voice that sent cold shivers through Naruto, Sasuke voiced:
"It's beautiful, Itachi...so beautiful."
Itachi didn't react, but inside he felt his heart implode and fought away the urge to weep and shake Sasuke into realization, comprehension. But he understood, so he stayed calm, only whispering a small:
"Sshhh, Otouto."
Naruto gaped at them in bewildered horror.
And it was then he remembered he never did wash his face.
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A.N. No sex and no histories revealed, sorry I just got carried away with the chapter, all that happened needed to though and i don't want to rush anything. I don't know areas of Tokyo well at all, so I'm using basic facts and images to create my scenes and areas.
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