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"...ikitetatte ikiteru imi sura mitsukaran darou..." I smiled at the little background noise, the voice soft and gentle to the tongue.
I wonder what they're singing*.
"...koe ni naranai sakebi wo boku ga koe wo karashite sakende..." I continued to smile, completely pleased with the fact that I had some entertainment this early in the morning.
Their voice is beautiful, I wonder who it is...
"...utatte tsutamaru made wa meite todoku made yamenai..." I don't know what happened, but I suddenly realized who the only person allowed in my house, in my bed, was, and my eyes widened dramatically.
Sa-Sasuke...? Sasuke sings? He sings? Oh my gosh, he sounds too nice to be Sasuke. There's no where that this voice could be Sasuke; nope.
The voice continued singing, and I grew too impatient in finding out who it belonged to.
I guess I'll have to figure this out on my own.
"Hmm...Sasuke..." The voice stopped mid-sentance, and I felt the air shift with tension.
Dammit, it really is Sasuke...oh my gosh, Sasuke is a beautiful singer... I wish he would sing more... Wait, no! No I don't! Ah Naruto, what are you saying? Stop being delirious!
I felt the bed dip on the edge followed by the patter of two feet on the floor, a groan escaping from within me once the patters were distanced. I turned onto my back, my arms and legs spread all around.
"What the hell is wrong with me..."
It took me a few minutes but I eventually swung my legs over the side of my bed, my bare feet instantly chilled by the cool wood. Not wearing shoes was something I picked up from Sasuke. I stood and stretched, walking out of my room and towards the kitchen with haste.
I was hit with the smell of the typical American breakfast; pancakes, eggs, and bacon, something I didn't even know Sasuke could cook.
"You guys eat like this is Japan too?"
He didn't turn around, obviously preoccupied with the task in front of him.
"Obviously not. I've been here enough times to know how to cook these things." I nodded with understanding and made my way towards the bar where I sat.
About a minute later there was plate set down softly in front of me, and I looked to see two dark eyes looking at me impatiently.
"What?"
He rolled his eyes and picked up a piece up bacon, shoving it in my direction. I finally got the hint, chuckling when I realized that he wanted me to eat. I took a bite out of the bacon he was holding, a surprised look appearing on his pale features. Once I finished chewing, I noticed his eyes still glued to me, waiting for me to eat another bite.
"Feed me."
We locked gazes, his surprised and almost innocent-looking expression enough to make my heart clench. His look softened and he soon understood, setting down the piece of bacon he had back onto my plate and picking up my fork. He then cut my pancakes and added some syrup to them, taking a piece or two onto his fork and nervously making his way to my lips. I opened my mouth, making an 'Ahh' sound in attempt to add some humor. He rolled his eyes once more and put the fork into my mouth and little harder than he should've.
He waited until I finished chewing before looking back at me for some feedback.
"It's great!" I smiled and snatched the fork away from him. "I wouldn't want you to strain your poor hands feeding me, however." He responded with a growl, and I with a laugh.
I ate in pretty much silence, although it was a comfortable one and I was content with the atmosphere. He finished cleaning up and began eating himself, only on the kitchen countertop instead of the bar next to me. When I finished I slid my plate forward a tad and let my eyes roam aimlessly.
"You have a very nice voice, Sasuke." I jumped at metal hitting ceramic, his fork now lying in the middle of his food. I hesitated looking up, my body already knowing that I was in some type of trouble with him. "I-I think you should let people hear you more often; they would like it."
The raven grabbed his plate and began to clean it off with some of the food still on his plate, something that he never normally does. "Sasuke, wait!" I hopped out of my chair and jumped in front of his path, successfully blocking him from escaping the situation. I was going to say something when a sharp pain ran through my side. I let out a small yelp and grabbed the hurt spot, grabbing the Uchiha's attention.
He grabbed my right shoulder gently, his fingers brushing over my sensitive skin and causing me to yelp get again at the electricity shot between us.
Stupid static electricity.
He moved his hand away quickly, growling in his throat from annoyance before placing a hand on my chest and getting down on his knees.
"S-Sasuke, what are you-"
"Shut it!" His voice over powered my own, his authority giving me goosebumps and properly shutting me up. He hastily pulled my shirt up, cursing under his breath and running off somewhere else.
"Sasuke, what the hell are you... doing?" I looked down, my bandages a deep crimson, almost black looking, and beginning to bleed through their thin wrappings. I felt a bit of bile rise in my throat and had to tear my eyes away and cover my mouth, for fear that I would spill out the acidic junk.
Sasuke came back with a first-aid kit, his knees yet again resting on the floor as he searched through the plastic box. He pulled some bandages out, cutting the knot on my soiled ones and ripping them off with ease. I felt blood drip down, and I looked down only to be forced to look away yet again.
"Shit...I think you deepened the wound when you were either asleep or just now." The younger male put his hand on his chin and seemed to think. "Do you have any stitching?"
I looked at him, my eyes wide with surprise. "What?!"
"I'm going to need to stitch it up." He pulled the lighter out of the box, along with a slightly curved needle and some black thread.
"Sasuke, are you fucking crazy? Kakashi is the only one who has a doctorates out of the three of us and I don't really feel safe with you doing this!"
He groaned out of frustration. "So you would rather me call your father and let him find out that you got into a street fight at your old studio and need him to fix the huge gash you have? Is that really what you want?" He retorted with an extreme amount of sass. When I didn't reply, he went back to his materials. "Exactly."
I watched him in silence as he went to wash his hands, coming back and stretching the thread.
"Take your shirt off." It took me a moment to process what he said, but once I did I shook my head.
"Sasuke, I really don't think you're qualified to do this and Kakashi raised me to know when to say no to people. Look, it's nothing personal but when he did this to me last time he told me that-"
"So you've seen him do this before?" He intercept. I sighed and nodded. I was going to rebuddle but the raven seemed to have made up his mind and I knew I wasn't going to be able to convince him. "Then watch me, and when I'm done you can complain if you'd like."
I sighed and took my shirt off, spreading my arms out and waiting for his next command. He placed a hand on my abdomen, applying pressure in attempt to push me back.
"Lie down." I did as he commanded, although hesitantly, and patiently waited.
He put some gloves on and grabbed the needle and the lighter, lighting the lighter and set the metal into the hearth of the flame.
Sterilization, check.
He repeated these steps all along the needle, pushing the thread through the needle and knotting it.
Okay, now only one step left to prepare.
He began to bring the needle towards my skin, holding a moistened cotton ball in his left hand.
"W-Wait, aren't you going to...like, numb me or something?" He rose his eyebrow, a grimace growing in his face.
He proceeded with the needle and cotton yet again, one of my hands coming to stop him. "Sasuke, answer me!"
"Does it look like I have anything to numb you with!" It wasn't a question, but a statement, and I flinched at his harshness. He threw me a rolled up towel, and I knew what to do.
I placed it in my mouth and rested my teeth against it, trying to avoid to awful feeling of my younger of the fabric.
"Close your eyes, and when you feel the pain, grab your ankles and squeeze them as hard as you can." He readjusted my legs so that way they were bent and I could properly reach them, my hands close by an ready. I closed my eyes and waited...
And waited...
And waited.
God dammit Sasuke, when are you going to-
I screamed, the cloth in my mouth choking the high-pitched beauties and allowing me to bite down harshly. Sadie didn't move his needle and instead reached over to pull the cloth out of my mouth. "Relax you jar and use your hands like I told you to. It's not going to be quick, and these long strokes are going to be offsetting." I looked down, sadly, to see the point of the needle lost in my tissue. I closed my eyes and grabs my ankles as commanded.
The pain as he was stitching wasn't like when he first pierced my skin. The piercing was painful, but it was quick. Sewing my skin together allowed for more long-lasting, medium pains. Those were harder to manage than the initial one. Once he finished his task-at-hand, he took his semi-bloody gloves off in order to help me stand and lay on my couch.
"That wasn't so bad, now was it?" He said over the rustle of his clean-up.
"Eh..." I watched him and winced at the sting of my new stitches. "Could use some pain killers but, it was that bad."
He smirked and went to place the kit back in my bathroom, returning with a glass of water from god-knows-where and two pills. I hurriedly shallowed both, sighing in content as I waited for the drugs to kick in. "Thank you, Sasuke."
He hesitated. "Hn."
I was beginning to doze off when the raven spoke again. "I've had to remove a bullet from someone without pain diffusers or other counter drugs. Needless to say there are worse situations than the one you just babied through." He sat on the love seat across for me.
"If I were in the proper position to, I would kick your ass." I sighed. A few more minutes or silence passed through us before I got curious. "How do you know how to do all of this anyhow?"
"I was a physician's assistant for a year." My eyes opened wide.
"H-How-"
"I graduated high school at thirteen and finished my schooling at nineteen." He explained casually, my mind in total disbelief.
"Are you-"
"Uchiha's are one of great social, political, and mental status in Japan. We have the reputation of 'Geniuses' and terms like that." He answered as if he could read my mind. Silence followed him.
"Hey Sasuke," He raised an eyebrow. "How did you know I had an old studio?"
There was a pause before he replied. "UDA requires extensive research and knowledge of each of it's dancers or employees. Your ownership of the studio was legal, public information that I simply took into account when I accepted you."
"How did you even go from a PA to a big boss at UDA?" He didn't answer, and instead rose from his seat and helped me up.
"I think it's time you rest." I tried to protest, but I knew that I had budged in too far for him to listen or answer me. I complained and tried to gather his attention, all the efforts leading to failure as I was laid on my large bed. He began walking towards the door when I tried to get one last question answered from him.
"Wait, Sasuke!" He paused. "Why don't you ever tell me anything about you; about the real you?" He stood there for a moment before he began to walk again.
"Because there is nothing you need to know."
"Sasuke!" I didn't realize the intensity of my tone, of how profound I was, until I saw the very man I called stop and turn.
My own eyes widened for a second before returning to normal, a sudden surge of confidence coming to me. "Sasuke, you owe me. You never talk to anybody, especially me, and I'm your Mate! Last night I basically told you something I have never told anyone else, the least you could do is give me something...anything!" I stared at him, his eyes downcast at the floor.
"Have you ever heard of the Uchihas?"
I stilled and tried to recall if I have. "Well, Itachi and you are-"
"Besides the two of us?" I tried to think past the brothers, but could only shake my head. He nodded slowly, shoving his hands in the pockets of his sweats. "That's because there are no other Uchihas besides us. The rest of my family is dead." My eyes opened as wide as they could, a frog caught in my throat.
"I'm no longer a PA because it was something I never wanted to do. You complimented me on my voice earlier, and that's because when I graduated high school I was supposed to come tothe United States. I wanted to be in a band and one day travel the world, followed by media everywhere I went. I wanted to be wanted by everyone and everything, no matter what. I was an Uchiha, and I would've been big anyhow. I did not lie when I said that the Uchihas were of great statuses and power, because we were, and I was supposed to have my life planned out to its very last detail because of it. A year before I graduated, my parents found UDA caught up in a big scandal and saw that buying it out and taking full ownership over it would prove to be a very large investment." I felt my shoulder burn and spotted a pained look on his face.
I've never even heard him talk talk this much to me before, nonetheless actually explain something to me. He's speaking of his family, something he's never done, and he must be feeling double what my shoulder is feeling... He's hurting. He's remembering.
"I was the only artistic one in the family and was told to help them out in any aspect I could. Of course I didn't know much about dancing, but I was able to nagociate with their employees. I was the only one in my family who spoke fluent English at the time. Itachi was given the responsibility of CFO for our new company, and two weeks later, the Uchiha mansion was bombed." He pinched the bridge of his nose, and I felt a sharp, intense pain run through my body. "I was out a party, and the only person that made it out of that house alive was my...brother."
"...and you're all that I need, oh, oh, oh. All that I need," I grinned at the people in front of me, their faces twisted with laughter. "Well it's been fun guys, but I've got to go; my parents are going to kill me if they ever find out that I'm here right now." I stood and said my goodbyes, walking out of the house with contentment.
I reached the main road before the Uchiha compound, confusion slowing my movements. There was police tape cutting off the area, numerous government cars and officials surrounding an ablazed home.
"W-Wha..." I stopped before I saw an explosion, my feet moving on their own and running towards the charred area. "Dad! Mom! Itachi-nii!" I ran smack into one of the official's arms, my screams never ending as they tried to hold me back.
Please don't be dead, please...please!
I looked to the flashing lights of the ambulance, my brother's pale features and midnight hair shining through all of the chaos.
"Itachi-nii!" He caught my stare, tears bubbling at the corners of my eyes when I saw blood coating his face.
I shivered, my eyes stinging as my heart rammed against my rib cage repeatedly.
"He forced me into medical school, ripping away my hopes and dreams away from me in order to do something 'more productive' with my life. He wasn't the same after the fire, neither of us were, and that's why he hates me so much now. After a year in the medical field, my brother ordered me to come help him run the company. Here I am," I looked at the ground, my throat sore from speaking so much.
There were no words shared between us, a saddened silence entrapping the two of us.
"This is the reason I don't speak to anyone, because whenever I speak, nobody ever wants to-"
"I'm proud of you Sasuke." My head snapped upwards, my ears ringing as I tried to ignore the meaning of his statement.
"You'll never make me proud, you'll never make mother proud, and you'll never make father proud. You are worthless, and you don't deserve to entitle the name of Uchiha!"
I tried to close my eyes, clear my throat, blink harshly; I did anything and everything I could just to make the pain in my heart stop. I couldn't brush it off, and the blonde felt a share of what I was feeling.
"You don't have to shut yourself away from me, ya know? I will always listen to you, and I will never scold you for doing something that you are or should be allowed to do. Whatever your family, your brother, has done before, is in the past now. Okay?" I didn't respond, verbally or physically. He stuck his index and middle finger out, a Japanese gesture that is similar to a 'pinky promise'. I looked at them for a while before he sighed gently. "I'll always be here no matter what; I promise."
I cautiously walked over to the edge of his bed, my body afraid that his touch would suddenly burn me to ashes like the rest of my family.
"It's okay." His voice was barely audible, but loud enough that I could hear it over the slamming of my heart.
I shakily offered my two fingers, the group of ours locking with each other with a glue of some type. My wrist throbbed, and I could tell his shoulder was killing him, and I let go begrudgingly.
No one has ever cared for me before. Not after I started high school, when Itachi went into the business profession. Why am I suddenly trusting this guy, especially, out of all people? Why do I care? That's right; I only care because I need to show Itachi that I am not afraid of him, that I don't need to follow his every command and can think and act for myself. Once Naruto trusts me enough, I'll be able to prove it to Itachi. He will be crushed, devastated; nothing. Everything, I, will finally be okay again.
"Breakfast was an apology for last night; we had a terrible date." The blonde smiled gently.
"Apology accepted."
*= A song by a JROCK band, ONEOKROCK
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