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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male › Naruto/Sasuke
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
24
Views:
1,635
Reviews:
65
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Currently Reading:
1
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here is the first chapter this is just to get the ball rolling next chapter will be longer.OK so do you guys like this version of the first chapter better. i admit when i posted the first version of this it was 3 am and i was dead.and ya. so I'll start out this was disregard the last chapter if you will. I'm trying really i am. i suck but im working on that.for me its not thinking of a plot a have about 20 different story notes and plots.for me its actually typing it out.
you may grovel to TinkerKitty. who is awsome, does this make you my beta......
you should go to her profile. she has some funny stuff there. well give her your thanks. thank you.
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Sasuke was on his way home. He was like his parents and brother – a workaholic who doesn’t take time for love or happiness. His family always thought things like that were beneath them. As long as they carry on the business and Uchiha name, nothing else mattered.
He never believed there was anything worthwhile in this world. He drove his Selene S seven home, not sure why he was letting his thoughts wander in this direction. Is there anything more? Anything that could make him want to change? He brushed his bangs out of his face and ran his fingers through the spikes on the back of his head. What was he supposed to do?
It was bad enough that Itachi was the family prodigy. He always had to catch up to his older brother and now he was finally close enough. But it wasn’t what he wanted. Did he need to surpass Itachi or was it something else?
Sasuke stopped in front of the complex. He lived in the pent house on the top floor. He sighed, which is something Uchiha’s don’t do. He didn’t want to go home but he was done with work and there was nothing else to do.
He got inside the main hall when he was greeted by the doorman. He ignored him and continued his journey to his home…which to him seemed like a journey to hell.
He walked in his apartment and put his keys down on the cabinet. Maybe he should have a drink. He may have to go buy some brandy. This is definitely not how most 20 years old lived, but he was an Uchiha.
He slipped his shoes off.
That’s when he saw a bright white light. He followed the light into the living room, where he found a blond haired boy with big blue eyes sitting on his floor. He was wearing all white.
Sasuke was in shock, though he didn’t show it. Looking around he saw white feathers everywhere. What the hell? Was Itachi trying to provoke him? Maybe he knew that Sasuke was catching up to him. But this, this was ridiculous.
“Who are you?”
“…………………” Naruto tried to speak, but no words would come out. He brought his hand to his throat. Was this part of his punishment?
“You can’t speak.”
Naruto shook his head ‘no’, but gave Sasuke his biggest smile.
Sasuke grimaced. Was this for real? Someone was playing a joke on him. Sasuke grabbed a pen and pad from his briefcase and handed it to the blond.
“You know how to write?”
Naruto shook his head ‘yes.’
“Then tell me who put you up to this.”
Naruto was confused, so he put a question mark down.
“Who are you? Where did you come from?”
Naruto smiled and scribbled on the paper.
:I’m a fallen angel from heaven.:
Sasuke’s eyebrow twitched. As if he’d fall for something so stupid.
“I’ll ask one more time. Who are you?”
He got the same response. He was glaring at Naruto; now this was annoying. Then Sasuke suddenly got an idea.
“Fine. If you’re an angel prove it.”
Naruto smiled as he stood up. He didn’t know if he had any power left but he’d try.
He looked around the room. When he saw some dead flowers he put his hand to them. A small light came out and the flowers bloomed, full of life. He turned back to Sasuke.
“Nice magic trick. Now get out.” Sasuke had enough of the joke. (Itachi would hear it. In fact, I’ll call him as soon as this guy leaves).
Naruto brought his finger to his chin and began tapping it. Then he smiled but it wasn’t a cheerful smile, it was sad, which didn’t go unnoticed by Sasuke. He didn’t know why, but that smile made him want to tell the blond boy that it would be okay. He scoffed at himself. Why should he care about a crazy boy who broke into his house?
you may grovel to TinkerKitty. who is awsome, does this make you my beta......
you should go to her profile. she has some funny stuff there. well give her your thanks. thank you.
..............
Sasuke was on his way home. He was like his parents and brother – a workaholic who doesn’t take time for love or happiness. His family always thought things like that were beneath them. As long as they carry on the business and Uchiha name, nothing else mattered.
He never believed there was anything worthwhile in this world. He drove his Selene S seven home, not sure why he was letting his thoughts wander in this direction. Is there anything more? Anything that could make him want to change? He brushed his bangs out of his face and ran his fingers through the spikes on the back of his head. What was he supposed to do?
It was bad enough that Itachi was the family prodigy. He always had to catch up to his older brother and now he was finally close enough. But it wasn’t what he wanted. Did he need to surpass Itachi or was it something else?
Sasuke stopped in front of the complex. He lived in the pent house on the top floor. He sighed, which is something Uchiha’s don’t do. He didn’t want to go home but he was done with work and there was nothing else to do.
He got inside the main hall when he was greeted by the doorman. He ignored him and continued his journey to his home…which to him seemed like a journey to hell.
He walked in his apartment and put his keys down on the cabinet. Maybe he should have a drink. He may have to go buy some brandy. This is definitely not how most 20 years old lived, but he was an Uchiha.
He slipped his shoes off.
That’s when he saw a bright white light. He followed the light into the living room, where he found a blond haired boy with big blue eyes sitting on his floor. He was wearing all white.
Sasuke was in shock, though he didn’t show it. Looking around he saw white feathers everywhere. What the hell? Was Itachi trying to provoke him? Maybe he knew that Sasuke was catching up to him. But this, this was ridiculous.
“Who are you?”
“…………………” Naruto tried to speak, but no words would come out. He brought his hand to his throat. Was this part of his punishment?
“You can’t speak.”
Naruto shook his head ‘no’, but gave Sasuke his biggest smile.
Sasuke grimaced. Was this for real? Someone was playing a joke on him. Sasuke grabbed a pen and pad from his briefcase and handed it to the blond.
“You know how to write?”
Naruto shook his head ‘yes.’
“Then tell me who put you up to this.”
Naruto was confused, so he put a question mark down.
“Who are you? Where did you come from?”
Naruto smiled and scribbled on the paper.
:I’m a fallen angel from heaven.:
Sasuke’s eyebrow twitched. As if he’d fall for something so stupid.
“I’ll ask one more time. Who are you?”
He got the same response. He was glaring at Naruto; now this was annoying. Then Sasuke suddenly got an idea.
“Fine. If you’re an angel prove it.”
Naruto smiled as he stood up. He didn’t know if he had any power left but he’d try.
He looked around the room. When he saw some dead flowers he put his hand to them. A small light came out and the flowers bloomed, full of life. He turned back to Sasuke.
“Nice magic trick. Now get out.” Sasuke had enough of the joke. (Itachi would hear it. In fact, I’ll call him as soon as this guy leaves).
Naruto brought his finger to his chin and began tapping it. Then he smiled but it wasn’t a cheerful smile, it was sad, which didn’t go unnoticed by Sasuke. He didn’t know why, but that smile made him want to tell the blond boy that it would be okay. He scoffed at himself. Why should he care about a crazy boy who broke into his house?