Colors

* Hello all. Welcome to my first Adult Fanfic. Been meaning to make one but didn’t have the guts to till now. Forgive the language if its poor in some areas. Also, I’ve yet to make a trip to Japan and hence know next to nothing about Tokyo. But I’ve researched and decided that it’ll be just the right setting for the story. Therefore, apologies if I’ve included something that doesn’t quite fit.

Well, other than that, do feel free to comment and review.

Hope you’ll enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Cheers  Let the story begin.

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Chapter 1

He looked at the vicious red splatter pattern that lay across a stormy grim dark background canvas. On the top half, a little blot of yellow paint indicated the light from a warm fire far away. The more he stared at it, the more it drew him into the depths of despair that clearly marked the artist’s emotions. The painting spelled hopeless as it seemed all efforts to reach the tiny flicker of warmth was futile. The angry red barriers blocking its path warned that anyone who dared try would fail, miserably. He sighed and turned his eyes towards the bottom right side of the painting to confirm the signature he knew would be there. “Jane Doe” he whispered to himself and smirked. Ironically the person who painted this had enough humor to name herself a name that was equally as depressing. Jane Doe, the unidentified, insignificant, unwanted, unacknowledged and other unpleasant aspects that clearly showed she was no one, and yet, her paintings were the most saleable his gallery had housed since he first established it.

Naruto turned to the agent who had brought the painting.

“It seems the genius has done it again. Yet another great piece of work. But seriously, is she ever gonna paint something more colorful? Why must everything be so bloody depressing?”

The agent, a man with silver hair despite his young age, laughed. “Haha, I thought you might bring that up again. Well, aren’t all artists supposed to paint their emotions?” Kabuto said in a sarcastic matter-of-fact way adjusting his glasses in the process.

Naruto returned his gaze to the painting. “It’s just that I think she deserves better than whatever it is that’s scarring her life. But, then again, she may only be depicting depression really well and isn’t actually depressed after all. She really should make an appearance some day, which reminds me. Have you talked to her about that yet?” Naruto turned back to face Kabuto throwing him a smile forged with puppy-eyed eagerness.

“No, and, like I said last time, NO.”

Naruto’s eagerness was immediately replaced with despair.

“Come now. There are so many other ways for you to build publicity for this place. I’m sure you have other regular artists that will do you favors like your dear uncle ‘Jiraya’.” Kabuto said, putting emphasis in the name.

Naruto looked away, admitting defeat and being disgusted with the remark at the same time. Nonetheless Jiraya, Naruto’s uncle, was indeed a famous artist and had extended his kindness to his orphaned nephew to establish this highly successful gallery. For that Naruto would be eternally grateful. Unfortunately, his uncle was more famous for his exotic variations of art work which meant naked women, sex, sex and more sex. There was nothing beautiful in his paintings and Naruto hated it, hated that they only portrayed pure lust and nothing else. Although he understood that his uncle had intended the horny works of art to expose the darkest desires of the viewers that saw them, he couldn’t appreciate the kind of publicity brought on by the work each time his uncle had a new collection to display, earning him the “modern art porn king” title. Needless to say, he wasn’t highly regarded and people mostly avoided him, except for the few who understood the statement his uncle was trying to make and clients who wished to purchase works from the likes of Jane Doe.

Realizing the sudden awkward silence, Kabuto continued the conversation. “Why must it be her anyway?”

“Because, I – am – in - love – with – her - paintings” Naruto clarified sternly.

Kabuto gave a confused look. “First you say you want more colors. Now you absolutely love her paintings. Which is which?”

“Both, I would like to see more color in her life but I also think her paintings are beautiful and I bet she’s one hell of a looker, right?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never actually seen her in person and stop looking at me like I’m lying. Anyway, I have to go now. I have another 3 more of your competitors to visit before I finish up for the day.”

“WHAT????!!!!! No, wait! I’ll buy…”

“See ya Naruto and that cheque had better clear next week or else…”

With that, Kabuto slipped out the glass doors of Naruto’s modern art gallery. Naruto felt dismayed. He had hoped to be able to purchase the entire set of Jane Doe’s paintings but he knew that even if he had managed to stop Kabuto from leaving, he wouldn’t have had enough to pay him with. After all, the painting he had just purchased cost him a hefty ¥350,000. He paused and wondered, doubting briefly that it might not fetch a higher price than he had paid. However, he comforted himself with the fact that everyone in the high fashion society of Tokyo was looking to own a Jane Doe as an addition to their other branded accessories.

He stepped up to the painting that now hung on the main feature wall of his gallery.

“Sigh, what did life ever do to you? Poor thing,” he spoke to the painting as if it were the actual person he was talking to.

He ran a hand through his hair to smoothen the now loosened strands of fringe from his pony tail and tucked them behind his ear. Unbuttoning his black suede jacket to reveal the form fitting vermillion shirt inside, he flung the jacket over his shoulder, gathered his belongings and darted out the door beginning his journey home. Turning back, he eyed the painting, mouthed a silent “see you tomorrow” and disappeared into the busy streets.

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“No. I am not going to accept this mockery of our services by letting them put up a rude and utterly unprofessional advertisement like that….. What do you mean there’s no law against it? The AD is a PICTURE of someone’s FREAKING hand pointing a finger at our company name with the words ‘Yeah, right’ on it! …. You have no idea how tempted I am to put one of my own ads bearing a NICER finger and the words ‘Fuck Off!’. No, you settle it. I don’t care how you do it, find a bloody way or I’ll fire your piece of ass and tell that damn newspaper that I will pull out all my investments from them if they don’t put up an apology!”

Sasuke slammed the phone down viciously. He stared at the infuriating advertisement that had been brought to his attention later that day. Wind Telecommunications, one of the largest players in the telecommunications industry had just made Sasuke’s “Red Fan Broadband” debut a joke. Of course, his company was just one out of the many babies under the Uchiha Corporation umbrella but Sasuke treasured this venture dearly being his first and own attempt at a viable business. He had hoped to grow the business to eventually become the largest revenue earner in his family’s group of companies. He clenched his fists tightly, mustering all his strength to prevent himself from flinging his large executive chair out the 50th floor office window. To make matters worse, he knew that he would hear no end of this embarrassment from his brother, who was constantly belittling his useless attempts at entrepreneurship.

Unfortunately for the younger Uchiha, Itachi had been the one to finance his little venture in the first place and Sasuke had paid dearly for the loaned sum in terms of sexual favors. His mind traveled back to the night Itachi had made him kneel, made him beg. He had refused to kneel, Itachi had grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. He felt a sharp pain from his back as he was slammed against the hard surface of the wall in Itachi’s large penthouse. He let out a short gasp as Itachi pushed his right knee in between his thighs to part them and rubbed against Sasuke’s tender member in the process. Half erect and still locked away in his pin striped slacks, the friction sent uncomfortable sparks crawling beneath his skin. He had tried to fight, to scream, but couldn’t as his throat had run dry. He attempted to lift his hands in effort to yank his brother’s grasp of off his shirt collar but they wouldn’t move. He remained fixated in his position, over powered by his brother’s gaze that sent painful shivers down his spine.

Speaking mere millimeters away from Sasuke’s face, he said in a low raspy voice, “Really little brother, it’s easy. Say you need it and I will give it to you in more ways than one.” Pressing his body harder against his younger brother’s tensed build, Itachi smirked and whispered the words into his brother’s ear. “Small price to pay for your so-called dreams. Don’t you think?” he ended his question giving Sasuke’s ear a little lick.

Sweeping his arms violently across his desk, Sasuke tore all stationery from it in an attempt to draw his mind back into his office. He refused to let the memory of him sucking off his brother haunt him. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the collar of his Armani shirt which was currently stifling him. Picking up his briefcase, he trudged out the office and made his way home leaving his secretary to stare after him blankly.

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With one hand scratching his chin, Shikamaru stared. He eyed the entire 5 ft by 3 ft painting carefully. His hand shifted to massage a small tension that had built up in the back of his neck from staring at the painting intently for the last five minutes. Finally satisfied, he turned to Naruto.

“Its depressing,” he said glumly.

“Isn’t it? You think? Yeah I think so too. It’s really depressing.” Naruto said energetically.

“You do realize that you being excited about depression isn’t exactly a very healthy sign.”

“Awe, come on. Don’t tell me you can’t see that this is a great painting?”

“It’s a damn good one, of being depressed.” Shikamaru had meant his last remark as a form of sarcasm but bright blue eyed Naruto had just missed that side of his statement completely and proceeded to nod in agreement.

“Sigh, how troublesome,” came Shikamaru’s usual reply.

The bells that hung around the art gallery’s main entrance tinkered as the doors were pushed opened, alerting Naruto of a new arrival at his reception.

“Kiba! If you’re here that means Neji’s finished his collection! Oh my god! Where is it?” Naruto ran to greet one of his long time friends and now supplier of Hyuuga Neji paintings, another one of Naruto’s gallery favorites.

“Hey! Yeah, he’s done. Also, I have more good news. He’s agreed to appear when you do a launch to unveil his paintings.”

“Great! I’ll get down to planning it but I’ll need to see those paintings to get the theme right if you don’t mind.” Naruto chirped eagerly.

With that both Naruto and Shikamaru proceeded to help unload the 8 paintings from the van. When they had finally finished hanging all the paintings in the spots Naruto had reserved specially for their anticipated arrival, he stared at them. He became dumbfounded and completely captivated. Neji had painted 8 variations of the sakura tree and its blossoms in full bloom. Even though paintings of sakura’s were not uncommon and definitely not a new theme, Naruto was no less captured by the paintings’ emotiveness. Neji had used 8 variations of sakura color and contrasted them against 8 different shades of background. The fact that he had succeeded in making the sakura flowers in each painting stand out so vividly despite the loud background colors of florescent green, black, shocking pink and electric blue, to name a few, was marvelous. He had captured the essence of life itself and it was nothing Naruto had ever seen before in all of Neji’s other creations.

“Ok, Kiba. Spit it out. Who’s Neji dating now?”

“What? Seriously Naruto. You have some pretty strange ways of thinking.”

“He’s always like that. Thinks a painter’s lives are readable through their work. Shouldn’t you of all people be used to it by now?” Shikamaru voiced from his position slouching against one of Naruto’s gallery walls.

“I mean look at this. He’s bursting with life.” Naruto exclaimed.

“No, he’s not dating anyone as far as I know and even if I did know, you’re not turning any ideas from your head into rumor spreading escapades, you hear me?” Kiba said jokingly but one could easily catch the slight warning tone in his voice as well. Kiba took his job seriously and professionally, which meant that keeping his artist’s private life confidential was of top priority.

“Don’t worry. He was after all an old school friend. I won’t be that mean. I’ll just ask him myself during the launch.”

“Suit yourself. My job here is done.”

“Remind him that the usual commission rate stands yah?”

“Yes, yes. See ya Naruto.”

“Well Shikamaru, lets head out to lunch and I can start telling you about my plans for the launch.”

“Mmmm…”, Shikamaru nodded his head whilst thinking that he would be in for one of the longest lunches in his life.

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Sasuke stared at the article he now held in his hands. Apparently threatening to fire his public relations officer the day before had worked quite well. Today, the newspapers were covered with articles about the immoral advertising methods that Wind Telecommunications used. Some articles had even mentioned Sasuke’s Red Fan a better option than Wind’s pathetic excuse for cable. Whether by luck or through the execution of fear, he didn’t care. Saving himself from his brother’s demoralizing treatment was the only thing that mattered. Furthermore, if not for Itachi being away on another business occasion overseas, he would have been a very over-used sex toy by now having most likely been ripped apart by his brother’s claws as soon as he reached his own apartment yesterday evening.

He slumped back into his chair, breathing a sigh of relief as he took a moment to enjoy the battle won. Unfortunately, somewhere in the back of his mind, he was still dreading the next encounter with his sick minded brother. He never could understand why he let Itachi treat him the way he did. Maybe it was a form of punishment he thought he deserved for being the cause of his parents’ sudden death. He knew he was psychologically damaged in his own way but he never saw the need to rectify what was broken in him. After all, his parents were on their way to visit him in Germany, so he should be blamed. Jolting himself from those dull thoughts and realizing that no amount of day dreaming would solve any deeply embedded mental problem he had, he brought his thoughts back into the lofty office room.

Looking at his table, he realized that his secretary had meticulously returned each piece of stationery to their proper positions on his desk - in the perfect order he liked it. He felt guilty for allowing such an emotional display take him over and ultimately causing his secretary much distress in cleaning up after him. As he walked out of his office for lunch, he left a little note on her table with the words “Thank you” written on it.

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“So what do you think?” Naruto asked, a big cheeky smile plastered across his face.
Shikamaru looked at Naruto with a raised eyebrow whilst taking a sip from his coffee.

“Red balloons.” Shikamaru recapped.

“Yup”

“Blue and green streamers.”

“Yup”.

“Orange lights.”

“Yup.”

“And you seriously want to know what I think?” Shikamaru placed his coffee back onto the table and raised his hands to tighten the knot of the ponytail that kept his dreadlocks in a tidy arrangement.

“Yup.”

“Balloons, streamers, do you seriously think you’re planning a birthday party?”

“Well I thought, life equals birth.” Naruto fumbled as he tried his best to find a logical explanation for the hopeless idea.

“You’re thinking way too much Naruto or maybe not enough at all and seriously that’s plain lame.”

Naruto looked at Shikamaru and dropped his head in utter disappointment.

“Sigh… I can’t believe it. I’m suffering ‘party block’.”

“Party block?”

“Yeah it’s when you can’t think of great ways to plan a party.” Naruto announced as if party block were a common and scientifically proven condition.

“Riiighht.” Shikamaru took another sip of his coffee. “Maybe you just really need a surge of inspiration. Have another look at the paintings and then plan it while you’re staring at them. Maybe that’ll help fuel ideas.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Naruto stretched a hand to scratch the back of his head. Unfortunately, he had managed to knock the tray clear out of a passing waiter’s hands at the same time, spilling the tray’s entire contents onto the lap of a very angry faced but very beautiful dark-haired young man.

“The Fuck!!!!?” ….