Title: Hell, Yes
Author: TheTrueAwesomeness
Rating: K+
Setting: Alternate Universe
Pairings: Sakura X Sasuke
Genre: Romance, Humor and Supernatural
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any characters from Naruto. Nor do I own Mythology, does anyone own Mythology? Whatever, this story, is mine.
Summary: Sakura was determined. Nothing from Heaven and Earth could move her from her stand - she was not going to be involved with any more men. No relationships, nuh-uh. Little did she know that when she said that, a bored, mysterious being with eyes as dark as onyx was watching her. Little did she know that as he did, he smirked and asked himself "What about something from Hell?"
Chapter 2: Getting Settled
He didn't want to do it. He wanted to spend his time on Earth doing everything the way a human would. But he had no choice. The idea of being cooped up in a hospital for two weeks recovering from injuries that he inflected on himself in order not to rouse suspicions was not part of his vacation plan. So he thought that it was excusable, what he did...
That is, "convincing" everyone, and he means every single person in the hospital (staff, patients and visitors) that he was well enough to leave the hospital after a single day of his admittance. And he may have ordered them to do some random things - make chicken sounds, hail him as the great Lord of the Underworld, rollover and beg for treats - for the few minutes that their minds were still foggy.
That was excusable too.
If you see an opportunity to amuse yourself, at the expense of others, without them remembering anything afterwards, take it, cherish it, enjoy it.
He was the notorious Hades after all. Well, the notorious Uchiha Sasuke now.
Uchiha Sasuke walked the streets of Konoha while the sun was at its zenith. He was supposed to be planning things vital to his stay in the world above his own, like shelter, a job, a personality, maybe, but instead he was basking in the sunlight that never reached his home, noting things that he saw were unlike what he had in his own world. Which is to say, almost everything.
He noted the colors.
The color scheme in the underworld was red and black. The fiery flames, molten magma, boiling blood, each one a different shade of scarlet blending into one another. The color red was the only escape from the engulfing blackness of Hell. Everything else was black. The shades, the very edges of the land, even the icy lakes where the most traitorous humans were condemned, almost everything was the color of nightmares. The underworld was fifty shades of Gre- No, he shuddered, it sounded incredibly wrong to describe his land that way. Shades of Black, with a few specs of red in between, he amended.
Even his eyes followed the color scheme of the underworld, normally black, but on rare occasions bleeding crimson.
Here it was a burst of different colors that would have shocked him had he not his magic mirror. There was blue and yellow and green and purple mountains' majesty (he saw a box containing 64 crayons when passed by a daycare center). He decided that he liked the color of the clear sky the most, but maybe a darker shade. Perhaps that would be the color he would wear most often. He really needed a change of clothes, he did not like the breeze he felt on his backside. Nor did he enjoy the stares he was getting from people - mostly females - on the streets.
Pink, he suddenly backtracked. He smirked. He supposed he liked pink as well.
He noted the scents.
Smoke and burning and heat and putrid decay, those were the only scents in the underworld. Or maybe the more accurate word was stench. Here, each unnecessary but welcome breath he took carried with it the fragrance of a handful of different flowers, the aroma of a variety of food being prepared in each house he passed, even the somewhat unpleasant odor of garbage that he found he did not mind at all.
He also noted the small shop right next to him with a sign that simply said Clothes.
As quickly as he had entered, he left the shop wearing a pair of jeans and a rather tight fitting blue shirt. He wondered what the boy manning the shop would think after he got his senses back and saw that two articles of clothing were missing, replaced by a blue hospital robe. He smirked at the boy's impending confusion.
He then noted the sounds.
In hell, there was either silence or shouts of agony, both equally deafening. Sometimes there were whispered pleas, it all really depended on which circle you visited. Here there were a lot more melodies. There was music, there was a variety of different sounds that came from the living creatures that inhabited the Earth, there was noise.
He noticed that shouts were as common here as in hell, only here the shouts were more like squeals, and sounded female instead of sexless as he was accustomed to hearing. Whenever he turned to where the sound came from though he kept finding sleeping women instead. It was quite queer how humans - particularly the girls - slept almost everywhere, on the streets, on top of counters, underneath tables... He had read about beds, perhaps his source was outdated.
The queerness of seeing girls, and a few boys, sleeping almost everywhere he went made him realize that he himself needed a place to stay. He was not going to be part of this new fad.
He stopped at the first building he saw which sported a "Units Available" sign. It had four stories and looked fairly new. He followed the directions on the piece of paper and soon found himself inside a bare office facing a middle-aged lady sporting a blush on her face after she made the same squealing sound he had been hearing all day. At least she wasn't suddenly asleep.
It took little to no time before he secured a single bedroom unit for himself. The woman told him he needn't pay the first few months of rent and that she would be sure to bring him a few essential pieces of furniture and appliances before evening fell, all for free. He supposed that sort of generosity was the custom in this place called Konoha, for people who had just moved in. As he was leaving after he had been given the keys to his new apartment he noticed that the woman kept blinking rather sluggishly at him. He thought maybe she was about to succumb to sleep the same way everyone else seemed to be.
So he told her, "Good night." and stepped out into the breezy afternoon.
Of course he had no way of knowing that she had been batting her eyes at him and giving him things for no price at all as a way of flirting.
The next thing he needed was a job, he thought as he walked. Although he didn't plan on staying there until the lady's offer of free rent was over - he was sure he would be completely satiated with amusement and ready to head back home in less than a year (which was the time frame she had set) - he knew he needed money in order to get around, purchase a few important human things and what not. He knew souls were not the currency here; he may have been a millionaire back home but here he was completely and utterly broke, and he did not wish to keep "convincing" people into giving him things. Oh no, from here on out he was going to act human.
Okay, maybe he had to "convince" someone in order to get a job, but after that he wasn't going to use his underworldly abilities anymore. Especially not with proving Haruno Sakura wrong.
Now where was he going to find work?
He felt a soft tap on his shoulder. He turned around and saw a man with bright blue eyes, shining blond hair and markings on his cheek that made Sasuke wonder if he was part cat, although he was sure mating between two different species was impossible. If it did occur, it led either to death of the offspring, or infertility, he read in a Biology book. He had not seen the face of the man who hit him, but he knew from the guilty look in the man's eyes that this was him.
"Uchiha-san," the blond said rather sheepishly, yet with a volume that was not really necessary given the sort distance between them. This only served to prove that he had been right. "My name is Uzumaki Naruto. I don't really know how to say this, but I was the guy who hit you with a car, and I'm so sorry, but I'm really glad that you're up and about. You know, you heal fast, it was like it was just yesterday that you were in the hosp-" his eyes glazed over for a few seconds, "I apologize, that was rude of me to say considering you were in the hospital for two weeks because of me." He rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand.
"Hn," was all Sasuke said. He truly had no idea what else he was supposed to say.
"I know apologizing for accidentally colliding with someone using your car is far from being enough," he said earnestly, "so if there's anything you need, whatever it is, just let me know."
He smirked, "I do need a job."
A few minutes later the two men left a red, almost circular building, the blond animatedly talking to the raven-haired one about how excited he was that they were going to be working together starting the next day. Sasuke had been wrong about needing to convince someone to give him a job, since his new loud-mouth self-appointed companion had been incredibly effective in that field. Naruto had earned himself a few punches and more than enough curse words before a woman introduced to him as Tsunade-baachan took out a bottle, drank a few gulps from it before finally agreeing to give Sasuke a job.
"You're lucky that there was an open position starting yesterday," he grinned at him wolfishly. Sasuke wondered if Naurto would have still smiled at him that way had he known who he really was. "And that I'm so great and was able to talk Tsunade-baachan into giving you the position." With the way he was bragging, it was like Sasuke now owed him a favor, when in the first place he got him the job because he owed Sasuke for hitting him with a car. No one had ever had the gall to speak to him so arrogantly, they were - very wisely - afraid of him.
He shook his head.
"Dobe," he muttered, still walking even after he noticed that his companion had stopped.
"Sasuke-Teme, what did you say?!" Naruto shouted after him.
Sasuke smirked.
"Thank you," Sasuke said, observing how the words felt on his tongue. He had never needed to thank anyone before, let alone a lowly human.
Naruto beamed, temporarily forgetting being called a dobe. "Don't mention it, I'm glad that Tsunade-baachan gave you the job."
He didn't know need to know that he was actually thanking Naruto for hitting him with his car, cutting the time he needed in order to look for Sakura.
"Now about you calling me a do-" a punch stopped him mid sentence, a groan escaping his lips instead. "Sasuke-teme," he whined. Somehow Sasuke was glad that the blond was not very wise.
After being dragged into a place called Ichiraku and being forced not only to eat but more importantly to like this certain food called Ramen that Naruto almost worshipped if not for the fact that he devoured it without a second thought, the disguised Lord of the Underworld finally arrived to his new apartment. True to her word, his unit was fully furnished, quite expertly, he observed, almost as if a professional had been called.
Ironically, the color scheme to his apartment was also black and red. He was going to have to fix that, he had enough of that waiting for him back home- he heard the door to his unit jingle, as if someone was trying to get inside.
A normal human would have been cautious and refrained from opening the door in case there was a threat waiting for them just outside, but he was the almighty Hades. He immediately threw open the door, glaring at whoever it was that was stupid enough to disturb him in his vacation home. He was greeted by a shock of pink hair, the face on which the pink hair was attached showing what Sasuke could only describe as, well, shock.
"Uchiha-san!" Sakura exclaimed, her jade eyes wide, "I, I'm so sorry, I thought this was my apartment," she said, flustered once more by her handsome once-patient. He noted the dark circles under her eyes, knowing that her confusion was caused by her obvious exhaustion. "I live in 405," she explained, a healthy, albeit embarrassed redness showing on her cheeks.
Sasuke smirked. Fortuna was really going all out with her debt-repaying. "Looks like we're next door neighbors," he said.
A/N: I'm sorry it's been so long. O.O I hope this chapter was worth the wait. I'm sorry it was sort of a filler chapter, since there was barely any SasuXSaku action, but I had to let Sasuke-Hades settle in first. No worries though, Sakura and Sasuke will be seeing a lot more of each other, seeing as how they're neighbors, so the amount of SasuXSaku will be going up. :D Plus he's made a friend! Isn't that wonderful news? :)) Please read, review, favorite, follow. All of these are very much appreciated. As well as suggestions and criticisms. =)
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