AN:So this chapter going to be a bit longer, yay. ENJOY OR DON'T ENJOY IT OKAY I DON'T IDFC 3
Author:scandalousss
Warnings: stupid annoying flashbacks and a shitload of swearing what are you expecting pshhhahh... & fucked up bullshit idfk
Song: 1901 – Phoenix (you know, that one song, on that one commercial?) and Ruled by Secrecy by Muse.
Disclaimer:yeah I don't own it I'm aware and I'm sure you are too I don't even know why this is important pffffft :3
Hope you like my shit.
I impatiently tapped my foot against the floor and glared at the classroom door, waiting for it to open. I could almost see it, him walking in with a sheepish smile on his face, his backpack lazily slung over his shoulder, "Sorry Iruka-sensei, I overslept again," and plopping down in his usual seat next to mine. But right now, his seat remained empty and cold. And I twitched.
Uchiha's do not twitch.
Even though I would never admit it to anyone, even at fucking gunpoint – I was worried. But don't get carried away. Just a little. I mean, it's Naruto Uzumaki of all people. He probably got stuck in a ditch or something or might be at Ichiraku's downing fifty bowls of ramen.
Because in his eyes, ramen is much more important than a middle school science class. It's more important than anything.
The late bell rang. I refused the urge to pout.
I tried to ignore the nagging in the corner of my mind. Nothing's wrong.
Maybe.
"You scared me, jerk! I thought you forgot me." Naruto scolded hotly, pointing at himself, "That wasn't even funny."
Sasuke mumbled, shuffling his feet, "Ironic…"
"Well duh! You weren't stalking me, were you Uchiha?" Rising to his toes, Naruto wrapped an arm around the dark-haired man shoulders, and grinned mockingly.
He rolled his eyes, "Moron."
"Asshole."
"Dumbass."
"Teme."
Sasuke's lips curved in a smile, a strange tingling sensation swelled up in his stomach. "Say that again," he said, halting in his steps. He grabbed Naruto's wrist, who in turn hissed and turned around, with a questioning look.
"Say what?" Even at twenty one, Naruto's voice still sounded so childish – soft. It still had that, there's no other word to describe it – Naruto – sound to it. Sasuke didn't know whether to just start running or just listen to the dobe talk forever.
"I haven't had someone call me that in years."
Sasuke walked coolly across the street, hands in pockets. The rain had already stopped – but maybe not for long, weather in Konoha was downright unpredictable – and the sky was painted a sickly color of red behind the tall business buildings. That's something Sasuke hated about living in the city; the impressive skyscrapers always blocked half of the sky. The first stars were practically invisible; they were so many damn lights.
The concrete was dark, and crunched underneath their feet with every hurried step.
"Well I'm not surprised. People are probably afraid of you and shit to call you names, you famous prick," Naruto mumbled. It was true of course – the Uchiha name was well-known, around the world for a reason: it was an international corporation, spanning over thirty six countries – and damn, who knew how much it was worth.
Sasuke, however, wanted nothing to do with it. He barely acknowledged it, and brushed it off like it was merely a bothersome fly. Who cared anyway?
Sasuke's brother, (even though he refused to admit it) Itachi and himself were bound to inherit the treasure when their father finally decided to step down and retire. Who knows when that was anyway?
Needless to say, the Uchiha family were loaded – dozens of cars at their disposal –but Sasuke being the stubborn prick he was had demanded that he just walk. And by some brilliant stroke of luck, or misfortune, who knows, he had wound up walking alongside his childhood classmate. Well, best friend (even though Sasuke refused to admit it. Because Uchiha's don't admit anything). And if he were surprised to see him, he sure didn't show it. It's almost as if he expected it.
"So…Sasuke," said man's head popped up in mild surprise. Had the moron actually used his name? "S'been a while, huh? I didn't think..."
The raven-haired man almost smirked to himself. Even at this age, Naruto was as awkward and idiotic as ever. It was comforting to know that at least that part of him hadn't changed.
Still, the Uchiha didn't know what to say. Like, how have you been?
Did all your dreams come true like I wanted them to?
Are you happy?
Why didn't you ever call?
Did you forget me?
"You say something Sasuke-chan?"
Just as Sasuke was about to reply with a smartass remark, Naruto's ass began to sing. Sasuke raised a delicate eyebrow as Naruto jumped and flapped around, looking for the source of the noise. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket, and flipped it open slapping it on his ear.
"Yeah? Oh hey Kyuubi…oh…I was?" Now this was strange. Naruto's face paled, and his eyebrow quivered. "Oh okay, calm your ass, I'll be there in ten."
He gulped, and snapped his phone shut. "I have to go home now," Naruto looked extremely bothered.
Already?
"Who was that?"
"Huh?" Leave it to Naruto to be as confused as ever. They both stopped walking (who knows where they were going) and halted, Sasuke leaning against a lamppost answered:
"Kyuubi. Who's Kyuubi?" He asked out of pure curiosity, of course.
Naruto blinked in surprise and replied nonchalantly, "Oh, Kyuubi's my boyfriend."
Boyfriend? Since when?
Sasuke popped his head and mouthed an 'oh'.
"So…I'll see you later, then?"
Sasuke's eyes widened and his stomach twisted. Why were those words so damn familiar?
"Baka, will you watch where you're fucking dragging that thing?"
"Oh, you mean this?" Naruto agonizingly ground his suitcase wheel into my foot, drawing out a satisfying hiss.
"Idiot."
Naruto half-smiled and playfully punched my shoulder.
"Bastard."
I didn't know whether to smirk (because Uchiha's do not, I repeat, do not smile. Ever) or run out of the airport, dragging the dobe with me and locking him in a well guarded closet. I mean he'd be okay with it, as long as I stuck a flat screen in there, along with a microwave and cup ramen.
The sound of rolling wheels ceased. We were at the gate; and the passengers were already boarding. A surge of panic swept from my head, down to the pit of my stomach like a heavy stone. Naruto grinned, and draped an arm around my shoulders completely oblivious to my inner turmoil.
"Well, Mr. Sasuke Uchiha, this is it huh? Who knew going off to college would so...bittersweet."
"Hn." replied quietly, eyebrows slightly creased.
Naruto frowned at my lack of smirking. "Oh come on…no bye?"
"Just go, Naruto."
His frown deepened at the sound of his name. The blonde furrowed his eyebrows, and we made eye contact – there was no avoiding it now. He saw it all in my eyes.
"So, I'll see you later then?"
"Give me your phone."
"Eh? Why, don't you have one –?"
"Now."
Naruto mumbled something about "bitchy temes" and shoved his phone into the stoic man's chest. "Why the hell do you need my phone? And stop stabbing it with your fingers, that shit was expensive…!"
Thrusting the thing back in Naruto's face, Sasuke gave a quiet 'hn' and stalked away, leaving an irate, baffled beyond belief blonde.
"Where the hell are you going!"
Watching Sasuke's retreating figure, grumbling, Naruto flipped open his phone to check for any damages. He gaped.
Exactly seven digits.
This was complete, utter bullshit. Who does Naruto think he is, disappearing for three goddamn years and suddenly showing up and casually throwing out, "Oh, he's my boyfriend," and then trying to leave again? You'd think he'd at least…remember some things…did he not?
He knew that Naruto was bisexual – he'd known for a long time, whether Naruto hadn't confessed to him or not, but that didn't mean he could go on and get a boyfriend damn it!
Sasuke let out an irritated groan and kicked open his front door, ignoring his mother's indignant "My goodness Sasuke!" It bounced back from the wall and snapped shut. He trudged upstairs, to his temporary summer bedroom and slammed the door, locking it. Even though it was practically pointless.
He didn't know whether he was ever going to see him again, from the moment Naruto's plane had taken off. It all started out with mere phone calls, Sasuke called him every day, at least once, which slowly dwindled to a short phone call every couple months... Until, all and any contact disappeared – Naruto had completely forgotten him. But how could you forget someone you spent your entire childhood with?
The same person whose shoulder you cried on, the first person you kissed – even it was an accident – how…was it really that unimportant?
Did Sasuke mean anything at all?
His insides burned, and a part of him felt like screaming, letting out all that pent up emotion – while the other part of him wanted to lock himself somewhere and never come out. It was all just so unfair, confusing, and just fucking messed up.
For Naruto's sake, he had kept a straight face and acted as much as himself as possible, but now without anyone to watch or care…what the hell was he thinking?
It seemed almost surreal. Like a dream – you're in one world for a second, then you wake up – and it's all gone. And you completely forget it in minutes. But this, whatever this is, is not a dream. It's almost as if Naruto threw away everything from their childhood and acted like Sasuke was some stranger. And the Uchiha didn't know why that bothered him so much.
But as they said, time changed everything, did it not? Feelings can be there for a moment, only to pass over – and along the way you'll forget some things.
Love is timeless.
Right?
Sasuke glared at his phone.
"Why the fuck are you all wet?" A sneering, annoyed voice demanded.
Naruto flinched at the hard tone, and bit his lip. Not today, please not today. "It rained," he peeled off his rain chilled shirt and passed right by Kyuubi's leering figure, careful not to brush shoulders. Stepping into a small kitchen, he rested his elbows on the counter and stared at Kyuubi, waiting for a command.
"Well, go get changed, I don't want you destroying the goddamn apartment."
Make me.
When Naruto made no move to follow to the order, the red-haired man moved so fast his hot breath was ghosting over Naruto's ear in moments. He fisted blonde hair in pale fingers, yanking tightly; Naruto cried out in pain.
"Do what I fucking say." He growled into Naruto's ear, who squeezed his eyes tight.
He didn't want to see Kyuubi's face. The dangerous eyes – the ones he'd fallen for in the first place – were so deadly they'd make you drop to your knees. There was only one good thing about Kyuubi, other than his ability to manipulate, and destroy your emotional barrier by charming himself into it – was the man was beautiful.
The porcelain skin, the spiky red locks, or that evil smile of pure power – Naruto didn't want to see any of it.
Nevertheless, he waited for Kyuubi to let go of his hair so he could escape. And when he did, he practically ran into the bedroom, leaving the red-haired man before he messed up again and made him any angrier.
He changed into a soft sleeveless, which he noticed with discomfort had a light bloodstain on it.
In minutes, Naruto collapsed onto the bed, muffling his crying, and his silent tears. He took a shuddered breath, and curled into the blankets. They all smelled like Kyuubi.
Naruto would always hate the smell of cinnamon.
An annoyed huff next to his ear startled him, and the blonde held back a terrified shriek, burying his face into the pillow. The huff turned into slightly amused words, spoken directly above him with authority. Before Naruto could protest, his feet were yanked out of the bed, and he collided brutally with the cold hard floor, facedown.
"The fuck are you crying for? And go sleep on the couch."
"Something wrong, Sasu-chan?"
"Fuck you."
"Did poor Sauce-cakes get rejected?"
"Get out."
"Aw, don't be so mean, Sasu-chan –"
"Shut the fuck up, Itachi."
Itachi gave his brother a purely amused look, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Sure, Sasuke was a whiny sulking baby most of the time – but a certain look in the younger Uchiha's eyes sparked some interest – it looked horribly familiar.
Glaring angrily at his poor excuse of an older brother, Sasuke threw a pillow at him. Itachi merely nudged out of the way, and the pillow hit one of the eavesdropping maids in the hallway with a 'mph.'
"Leave us." Itachi didn't even bother to look at her.
The maid scurried away, squeaking angrily at the loss of potential gossip.
With the door closed, Itachi sat on the edge of Sasuke's bed, watching intently at the younger Uchiha's eyes for any sign of emotion. Sasuke never gave any sign of feeling, his face remained completely stoic – but those eyes betrayed anything that might be swirling within the depths of his mind...he was an Uchiha, after all. Their eyes gave away everything.
"Is it about him?" Itachi stated. It wasn't even a question. He knew that look anywhere: the one of guilt, betrayal…sadness. Only one person in existence could conjure up so much emotion at the same time – from an Uchiha no less.
"No," Sasuke said immediately, head down like an ashamed eight-year old, "And it's none of your fucking business. Get the hell out of my room."
"Don't lie, Sasu-chan. Every time I'm right about something, which is well, always, you automatically get all defiant –"
"I do not." Sasuke retorted in an indignant tone.
"Sasuke."
Mumble.
"I don't know what's going on here, but for the sake of your sanity; don't make it a bigger deal than it is."
Sasuke replied, "You have no fucking idea, Itachi."
"Well of course I don't. Whatever you choose to believe, I don't know everything," Sasuke gave a snort of approval, "but if you end up crying all over the place, and it wasn't because of me, I'm going to have an issue."
"Just get the fuck –"
"Well, I have nothing else to say so I think I'll be taking my leave. Night Saucy-cakes!" Itachi's question had already been confirmed, and on the plus side – he had gotten some tally marks under his name. Annoying the hell out of his brother was always fun, no?
And just as the door closed, before Sasuke could let out a string of colorful curses:
His phone rang in his pocket.
NOTICE, NOTICE READ THE DAMN NOTICE I'VE SAID NOTICE LIKE THREE TIMES
To clear things up, in the first chapter – eh, prologue whatever pffffft – Naruto had known it was Sasuke from the moment he saw him, and Sasuke figured out it was Naruto as soon as he saw him sitting at the café table. Naruto got fucking irritated because he thought Sasuke had no idea who he was (I mean, its like your own mother forgetting who you are, bro, forreal). And that's why Sasuke was smirking his goddamn head off, yeah, okay, uhm, bye. NOTICE THING NOTICE OVER NOTICE
^^IS THAT A CLIFFHANGER IDK YOU TELL ME?
So I felt like being extremely uncreative and made the name of the city Konoha. Because you know, I'm a lazy ho. And on another note, Kyuubi has absolutely no relation to Naruto other than the fact that he has probably fucked Naruto into the mattress
SO NO INCEST SORREH. IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WERE UHM. LOOKING FOR :AWKWARD GRIN:
As for updates, it will be fucking sporadic and sometimes chapters can have a span of two days, and sometimes eight weeks, I don't know. Depends on my mood you know.
AS THE TITLE IMPLIES.
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