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I put my hands up, closing my eyes as the salty drops of sweat dripped off of my face. The crowed cheered, the lights dimmed and the backdrop changed. I let my arms fall to my sides, jogging backstage and accepting the Gatorade my assistant Neji handed me. I felt my shoulder twitch when I began walking to the main office, my body pausing to comment to the smaller man next to. "Where is Sasuke Uchiha?"
His eyes widened slightly before he cleared his throat and told me he was in the office. I groaned, asking if I was needed by anyone. He nodded, pointing to the building my Mate was in.
I opened the door, using the end of my shirt to wipe the sweat from my face before letting it go and locking eyes with the raven. "Neji told me you needed to see me?" He motioned to the door behind me, and despite the bother of my Mark I did as he requested. "So what did you want?" I asked afterwards.
He held a manila folder out to me, his eyes refusing to meet mine as I took it from him. I let it open in my hands, skimming through the papers before closing it angrily. "What the hell is this?"
He sighed, a pale hand shoved into one of the pockets of his dark slacks before he explained. "It's a folder we found hidden in one of our main manager's office back in Japan's extension of UDA."
"Well I can see that," I retorted. "It's all in Japanese. Why would someone have pictures and notes, just of me, in a folder? Why was it even hidden? What does it say?" I questioned one after another, my words coming out too fast and just annoying the taller man as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"If you would've let me finish you would have an answer, dobe." He exhaled. "We found it in his office because he died from a car accident recently. He was an older man, in his forties, and often never explained anything he did to anybody. We never really bothered to ask anyway, because whatever he did it was always spectacular. That being said, whenever he did something in secret, it always had a meaning to it.
"It talks about your general information, such as date-of-birth, hair and eye color, identification number, etc. It talks about your behavioral information, and it contains pictures of you doing random things, which suspects that he had someone investigating you. It also talks about your family," My ears perked up at that, the sentence squeezing my heart.
What could he want with my family? What did he know? What did Sasuke read?
"It doesn't say much there, however. It starts talking about their general information, and it is shared with only one picture of the both of your parents together, and then it stops at the subtitle 'Job Information'. We tried to search them, but it seems like we were just as unsuccessful as he was. That man had ties and connections, so however he had gained that information is beyond our normal resources." He was looked at me when I looked up, my heart beating in my ears as we held each other's gaze for a few seconds.
I looked down after our moment was over, clearing my throat before speaking. "Why are you giving it to me?"
"We no longer need it and this information is all yours, anyhow. I felt it right to give it to you. That's all; you can go now." He turned his back to me to rest his hands on the sill of the window exposing the stage, his hands clenching as I turned to open the door. I stopped, closing the door quietly and heading over to him.
I rested my hand around his left wrist where his Mark was, the action startling him and causing him to freak out and slap me. It wasn't hard, just a small movement, but it stung and I gripped my cheek. I looked to him, his hand still in the air and his eyes wide yet again; he looked like a scared and confused puppy. "You're a terrible liar to me, ya know?"
His eyes returned to normal as his hand dropped, his face hardening instead of softening. "You act like you know who I am," He bit back with a scowl.
I chuckled, my hand going to rest above my heart. "Kokoro; heart. That's why you're here." He scoffed, turning his head to stare out of the dim window in order to avoid me. "Stop trying to deny it, Sasuke. We haven't seen each other in three months and it's bothering you just as much as it is to me. No matter what you say or do, you can't avoid the feelings." I gulped and stared at the ground, regretting my words once they came out.
Stop saying pointless things, Naruto. He doesn't care; nobody does. Nobody likes you, and nobody will. That's why he doesn't even want to be close to his Mate; he knows how fucked up you are.
"Leave."
"I mean, why else would you travel halfway across the world? You could've just mailed the folder to me with a sticky note explaining what is was, but no; you traveled here to hand it to me in person so you could calm yourself for another five months. That's the only reason-"
"Would you shut up?" He spat out brutally. He closed his eyes, his jaw clenched and his temper exposing itself for a brief moment. "I already told you, twice, that we were to never speak of it again! Yet all you fucking do is bring it back up like, like...like it matters! Don't you get it; it doesn't matter to me! You don't matter to me!" The dark-haired man had his arms spread out of anger, his nostrils flaring a bit.
We both turned at the notice of a soft light spreading into the darker room, the door open and exposing an embarrassed and slightly confused Neji. Sasuke grabbed his tie and readjusted it, turning sharply on his heels and letting out a heavy breath. "Get the fuck out, Naruto." He bit quietly. I sucked my teeth, walking out of the room and pushing past my assistant roughly.
"Sorry for the interruption, Mr. Uchiha. Do you need anything?"
"No," He sighed. "Just get out of the office and learn to knock." Neji did as he was told.
Another meeting like this happened four months later, this time no wild Nejis appearing. Then again three months after that, and another two months after that. I was fed up with his stupid charades, yet relieved, and I let out the smoke of my cigarette as I hugged my jacket.
Someone grabbed my stick of poison, dropping on the ground and stomping it out. I looked over to my right, the sight of silver hair causing me to frown; I wasn't in the mood for people.
"You aren't the type to smoke, Naruto, so what's up?" He leaned against the brick of my apartment building next to me, his eyes closing as his breath turned into fog and floated up. I kept my eyes trained on the road in the distance, the snow slowly building up on the sides of it.
"I was just trying something new." I replied in a flat tone.
"You only get like this when something's on your mind, Naru. Tell me what's crammed up in that brain of yours." He told me in response.
I sighed, running my hand through my hair as I tried to get rid of the headache I had.
Cigarettes really are terrible.
"I hate how Sasuke is ignoring me like nothing is going on, but he comes back sooner everytime and I know that soon enough, we aren't going to be able to stay apart. It sucks, Kakashi, and I hate it; I wish I didn't need to worry about it," I mumbled. He chuckled softly, turning to face me.
"I had a Soulmate once." I turned to look at him, my eyes trained on his closed ones. "She was my best friend when we were younger, and I didn't even know it was her the whole time. We never saw each other's Marks, so we never physically knew all seven years we knew each other. When I had just turned nineteen, she was eighteen, and we had gone to the beach for the first time together. That's when we saw each other's Marks, and that's when we both had told each other that it's what we had both always thought was right.
"A week later we got married, and since we were so close already, there was virtually no pain. The only things that pained us was saying our vows, kissing, hugging, when we had touched, when we first realized we were supposed to be together, and well...sex." He finished.
"So...what happened to her? Why isn't she here with you?"
He smiled through his mask, his eyebrows squishing together in pain as he continued for me. "She died on our honeymoon."
My eyes were wide and glossy from tears, and the silence in the air told me to hug him.
So I did.
What if...what if Sasuke and I don't work? I mean, Kakashi lost his only Soulmate! Anything could be possible, right? Oh my god, how does that even feel? It was bad enough losing my parents, I can't imagine have to deal with a pain like that...
"Naruto," he squeezed me before letting me go and looking into my eyes, his own gaze serious. "You and Sasuke are going to have to accept this eventually. You're going to start getting sick, like having the flu and losing weight and throw up, the more you refuse to deal with this. You both are going to realize this soon enough, now that he's been coming to see you when he really needs; especially that it's been a shorter wait until his next visit. Just because my Mate died it doesn't mean yours will, Naru. You'll be okay. I can promise you that." He smiled when he was finished, tears dripping from my eyes every now and then.
"Thank you, Kakashi."
We said our goodbyes, and once I had seen him leave safely, I went back up to my apartment.
It's only been two weeks and I miss his presence more than ever.
I sighed as I unlocked my door, shutting and locking it behind me before taking off my shoes and going into kitchen. I opened the fridge, grabbing a can of beer and stilling as I saw a shadow behind me. I set my drink on the counter and turned on the light, sighing as nothing showed up.
Stop being paranoid, Naruto; He's not even in the country.
I carried it into the bathroom, taking a big swig before setting it down and doing my business. I took off my jacket and shirt, the only thing left on as I stared into the mirror my tanned skin and some sweatpants. I frowned, taking another drink and gripping my skin harshly.
Still ugly. Still fat.
I punched the wall next to the mirror, not hard enough to break the drywall but hard enough to bruise my knuckles, and walked out of the small space hurriedly. I bust the door to my bedroom open, stilling as I turned on the light to reveal the very man I had been thinking about earlier sitting casually on my bed.
"What the fuck?" We stared at each other for a while, my shoulder burning and I gripped it painfully. I forgot that I was shirtless, and I heard him gasp when I did so.
Great job, Naruto; he saw how ugly you are and now he's going to leave. Why couldn't you just be better so stuff like this wouldn't happen?
I let my alcoholic beverage rest on top of my dresser as I tried cover up as much skin as I could with my arms. "What the hell are you doing in my house!"
He coughed and stood up, his hand being shoved into his expensive pants nervously. "I can't stand it...being away from you."
"This doesn't explain why you are in my house!"
He stepped forward, and I stepped back, and his hand went to my right shoulder. I slapped it away, exposing my Mark accidently. I quickly covered it again, my heart pounding in my ears as I did so. I heard him release a breath. "I'm sorry. I had your address from my records at UDA and I don't have a house yet, so I decided it best to take advantage of my files."
I scoffed and let my hands fall to my sides. I scratched the back of my head with one of my hands with a scowl on my face as I tried to think of what to say. "Next time wait in the living room or something, teme." My heart clenched painfully and I closed my eyes tightly because of it.
I felt his cold hand rest on my shoulder and his thumb rub my Mark, an action too sensual and close that caused the area our bodies met to twitch and my hand push his arm away. "It's a little different than mine," He breathed out.
I took my beer off of it's resting place, chugging down the rest of it before trying to force my blush down. "That's because mine is covered by scars," I mumbled as I went to grab another drink. "You can sleep in my room tonight." I yelled to him from down the hall.
Why me.
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