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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male › Naruto/Sasuke
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Adult ++
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26
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17
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Capitulo Veinticuatro
All the complexities I said would happen in the last chapter happened in this one. If the last three hundred eighty-seven words of the last chapter seemed cracky, it's because I wrote it when I was tired. Wow, it's already eleven o'clock. I've been up for nineteen hours--I wake up at four in the morning to go to work. I do not own any rights to Britney Spears' song "Everytime," which is used in this chapter, nor am I making any money off it.
-Naruto-
Tsunade has a hangover. I fidget. I swear she just growled at me. I stop. “Uzumaki,” she rubs her temples with long, elegant fingers. “Do you know Sasuke Uchiha?” OH SHIT. I’m sure my carotid artery is jumping. My hands shake. “I know of him,” I respond carefully, beginning to sweat. My pupils are probably beginning to dilate. “In what sense?” She closes her eyes, and my breathing speeds up. “I can’t believe you just asked me that,” my voice rises in pitch. Don’t give me that look. What is an FBI agent SUPPOSED to say when they’re being informed they’ll be investigated for homosexuality, or lose their job, or probably both?
“Uzumaki, it’s the 2000s. I don’t care who you’re sleeping with unless it affects your work.”
I barely stop myself from saying something that could get me fired.
“Uzumaki, do you know Sasuke Uchiha?” she repeats.
(-Notice me-)
“The sooner you answer the questions, the sooner we can leave,” she sighs, exasperated.
(-Take my hand-)
“Yes.”
“Are you sleeping with him?”
(-Why are we strangers when our love is strong?-)
“Am I being fired?”
“I’m not firing you! If your Top Secret Security Clearance credentials are even poked at, I will fight for you. You’re the best Special Agent Linguist the FBI has. I’m asking you these so I won’t have to investigate you.”
(-Why carry on without me?-)
These questions are informal.
(-Every time I try to fly -)
Tsunade hates having to investigate her own agents.
(-I fall without my wings-)
“Yes,” I admit slowly, reluctantly.
“Do you live together?”
“Yeah.”
“His apartment?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you aware he’s a detective for the Seattle Police Department in the neighborhood near Federal Way?”
(-I feel so small-)
“Yes, he works sex crimes. His closure rate is ninety-five percent.” Pride embraces my voice. Tsunade nods in a way that makes me realize, oh shit, you people investigated my boyfriend.
(-I guess I need you baby-)
“Do you two ever talk about work?”
“No. Neither of us can stand the thought of what the other one does,” I admit honestly. I don’t know how the hell he listens to accounts of rape at work and goes back the next day, and he doesn’t know how the hell I watch people get—harshly interrogated—every day at work, and go back the next day.
(-And every time I see you in my dreams-)
“In which instance could your relationship with Detective Uchiha interfere with your work?”
“It wouldn’t. I’d take myself off the case if he got involved.”
“How long have you two been together?”
I squirm. My breathing has slowed to a little faster than normal, my heart isn’t beating so hard, and I think my pupils are normal. I’m still uncomfortable.
(-I see your face, it’s haunting me-)
Tsunade glares at me.
“I don’t know!” I yell.
She crosses her arms over her ample bosom. “Does the name Soledad Reyes mean anything?”
“Loneliness (or Solitude) Kings. And it’s not pronounced Soul-dad, it’s S-oh-lay-dawd, only faster and sexier-sounding.”
She stares at me. “Let me rephrase the question, Uzumaki. Do you know Soledad Reyes?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
(-I guess I need you, baby-)
“She worked with Hinata and I on the MS-13 finishing touches case.”
“Do you know who she is?”
“Sasuke’s partner…her undercover alias in the operation was Rosario Septiembre de Jesus.”
“Were you aware of this during the investigation?”
I stare at her blankly. “No.”
“When did you become aware of this?”
“Three days after the investigation officially closed.”
Tsunade’s gaze is harsh and critical. “Did you tell Detective Reyes where Eusebio Suarez was being held?”
“Who?”
“One of the MS-13 members. He has a scar on his arm.”
“Oh, him. Yes.” I know better than to ask questions I have. She’s asking me hers, and I am answering them in hopes I will keep my job and image. “An agent was at the bar, and he recorded the conversation. I wanted to hear it from you first.”
(-I make believe that you are here-)
“The FBI and SPD haven’t handled this well.” Her gaze is unwavering. I stay silent, resisting the urge to fidget. “But you, Hinata, and Soledad all did your jobs. Terrifically, I might add.”
(-It’s the only way I see clear-)
“Thank you.”
(-What have I done?-)
Tsunade exhales heavily.
(-You seem to move on easy-)
“Agent Uzumaki.”
(-And every time I try to fly-)
“Yes, Director.”
(-I fall without my wings-)
“You’re free to go.”
(-I feel so small-)
“Thank you, Director.”
(-I guess I need you, baby-)
“Naruto, you’re not eating and you’ve spoken much more quietly than usual all night. What’s wrong?”
(-And every time I see you in my dreams-)
“Uhmwasinterrogatednwork—”
“Speak so I can understand you,” he huffs.
(-I see your face, it’s haunting me-)
“I was interrogated at work.”
(-I guess I need you, baby-)
“What?!” he shrieks in horror.
“Are you using again?” I shout.
(-I may have made it rain-)
“Pardon my shriek of horror at finding out you had your fingernails ripped out or some other horror, Naruto,” he yells. I wave my hands in front of his face. “That didn’t happen! Nothing happened! I answered questions is all.” Sasuke finishes eating the food on his plate, staring expectantly at me the entire time. “I’m not going to repeat anything,” I inform him stubbornly. To prove my point, I finish my food enthusiastically.
(-Please forgive me-)
He raises an eyebrow, grunts softly, and helps me clear the table and load the dishwasher.
(-My weakness has caused you pain and this song is my sorry-)
“I’m not using. I’m on the eleventh step in N.A.”
“Congratulations.”
(-At night I pray that soon your face will fade away-)
I kiss him. “We’ll celebrate when you finish the program.” He smiles and drapes his arms around me. His smile is a rare treasure. I always smile back.
(-And every time I try to fly, I fall without my wings-)
The bed sheets are fresh and clean. I love the feeling of fresh and clean sheets.
“Naruto.”
(-I feel so small-)
“Oh, Sasuke, what?”
(-I guess I need you, baby-)
“Nothing,” he whispers after too long.
(-And every time I see you in my dreams-)
I yank the pillow from underneath his head, holding tight to mine, and smack him in the face with it.
(-I see your face, you’re haunting me-)
A wrestling match—scuffle, maybe—type-thing ensues. We mostly roll out of bed, onto the floor and trade punches and kicks. And insults. “It’s been too long,” my boyfriend’s breath catches as I jam my fist into his solar plexus. “What?” I wait for him to catch his breath. “We spent too much time in this relationship being nice to each other.”
“That almost sounded very effeminate.”
“I’d knee you in the balls if I wasn’t planning on doing something else with them tonight,” he growls, biting my ear. “Ow! Okay, sorry,” I respond quickly, rubbing my ear. He sits up suddenly and I cling to him so I won’t fall over.
(-I guess I need you, baby-)
“Hey, Naruto.”
“Hey Sasuke.”
“I love you.”
I tilt my head. “I love you, too.”
-Naruto-
Tsunade has a hangover. I fidget. I swear she just growled at me. I stop. “Uzumaki,” she rubs her temples with long, elegant fingers. “Do you know Sasuke Uchiha?” OH SHIT. I’m sure my carotid artery is jumping. My hands shake. “I know of him,” I respond carefully, beginning to sweat. My pupils are probably beginning to dilate. “In what sense?” She closes her eyes, and my breathing speeds up. “I can’t believe you just asked me that,” my voice rises in pitch. Don’t give me that look. What is an FBI agent SUPPOSED to say when they’re being informed they’ll be investigated for homosexuality, or lose their job, or probably both?
“Uzumaki, it’s the 2000s. I don’t care who you’re sleeping with unless it affects your work.”
I barely stop myself from saying something that could get me fired.
“Uzumaki, do you know Sasuke Uchiha?” she repeats.
(-Notice me-)
“The sooner you answer the questions, the sooner we can leave,” she sighs, exasperated.
(-Take my hand-)
“Yes.”
“Are you sleeping with him?”
(-Why are we strangers when our love is strong?-)
“Am I being fired?”
“I’m not firing you! If your Top Secret Security Clearance credentials are even poked at, I will fight for you. You’re the best Special Agent Linguist the FBI has. I’m asking you these so I won’t have to investigate you.”
(-Why carry on without me?-)
These questions are informal.
(-Every time I try to fly -)
Tsunade hates having to investigate her own agents.
(-I fall without my wings-)
“Yes,” I admit slowly, reluctantly.
“Do you live together?”
“Yeah.”
“His apartment?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you aware he’s a detective for the Seattle Police Department in the neighborhood near Federal Way?”
(-I feel so small-)
“Yes, he works sex crimes. His closure rate is ninety-five percent.” Pride embraces my voice. Tsunade nods in a way that makes me realize, oh shit, you people investigated my boyfriend.
(-I guess I need you baby-)
“Do you two ever talk about work?”
“No. Neither of us can stand the thought of what the other one does,” I admit honestly. I don’t know how the hell he listens to accounts of rape at work and goes back the next day, and he doesn’t know how the hell I watch people get—harshly interrogated—every day at work, and go back the next day.
(-And every time I see you in my dreams-)
“In which instance could your relationship with Detective Uchiha interfere with your work?”
“It wouldn’t. I’d take myself off the case if he got involved.”
“How long have you two been together?”
I squirm. My breathing has slowed to a little faster than normal, my heart isn’t beating so hard, and I think my pupils are normal. I’m still uncomfortable.
(-I see your face, it’s haunting me-)
Tsunade glares at me.
“I don’t know!” I yell.
She crosses her arms over her ample bosom. “Does the name Soledad Reyes mean anything?”
“Loneliness (or Solitude) Kings. And it’s not pronounced Soul-dad, it’s S-oh-lay-dawd, only faster and sexier-sounding.”
She stares at me. “Let me rephrase the question, Uzumaki. Do you know Soledad Reyes?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
(-I guess I need you, baby-)
“She worked with Hinata and I on the MS-13 finishing touches case.”
“Do you know who she is?”
“Sasuke’s partner…her undercover alias in the operation was Rosario Septiembre de Jesus.”
“Were you aware of this during the investigation?”
I stare at her blankly. “No.”
“When did you become aware of this?”
“Three days after the investigation officially closed.”
Tsunade’s gaze is harsh and critical. “Did you tell Detective Reyes where Eusebio Suarez was being held?”
“Who?”
“One of the MS-13 members. He has a scar on his arm.”
“Oh, him. Yes.” I know better than to ask questions I have. She’s asking me hers, and I am answering them in hopes I will keep my job and image. “An agent was at the bar, and he recorded the conversation. I wanted to hear it from you first.”
(-I make believe that you are here-)
“The FBI and SPD haven’t handled this well.” Her gaze is unwavering. I stay silent, resisting the urge to fidget. “But you, Hinata, and Soledad all did your jobs. Terrifically, I might add.”
(-It’s the only way I see clear-)
“Thank you.”
(-What have I done?-)
Tsunade exhales heavily.
(-You seem to move on easy-)
“Agent Uzumaki.”
(-And every time I try to fly-)
“Yes, Director.”
(-I fall without my wings-)
“You’re free to go.”
(-I feel so small-)
“Thank you, Director.”
(-I guess I need you, baby-)
“Naruto, you’re not eating and you’ve spoken much more quietly than usual all night. What’s wrong?”
(-And every time I see you in my dreams-)
“Uhmwasinterrogatednwork—”
“Speak so I can understand you,” he huffs.
(-I see your face, it’s haunting me-)
“I was interrogated at work.”
(-I guess I need you, baby-)
“What?!” he shrieks in horror.
“Are you using again?” I shout.
(-I may have made it rain-)
“Pardon my shriek of horror at finding out you had your fingernails ripped out or some other horror, Naruto,” he yells. I wave my hands in front of his face. “That didn’t happen! Nothing happened! I answered questions is all.” Sasuke finishes eating the food on his plate, staring expectantly at me the entire time. “I’m not going to repeat anything,” I inform him stubbornly. To prove my point, I finish my food enthusiastically.
(-Please forgive me-)
He raises an eyebrow, grunts softly, and helps me clear the table and load the dishwasher.
(-My weakness has caused you pain and this song is my sorry-)
“I’m not using. I’m on the eleventh step in N.A.”
“Congratulations.”
(-At night I pray that soon your face will fade away-)
I kiss him. “We’ll celebrate when you finish the program.” He smiles and drapes his arms around me. His smile is a rare treasure. I always smile back.
(-And every time I try to fly, I fall without my wings-)
The bed sheets are fresh and clean. I love the feeling of fresh and clean sheets.
“Naruto.”
(-I feel so small-)
“Oh, Sasuke, what?”
(-I guess I need you, baby-)
“Nothing,” he whispers after too long.
(-And every time I see you in my dreams-)
I yank the pillow from underneath his head, holding tight to mine, and smack him in the face with it.
(-I see your face, you’re haunting me-)
A wrestling match—scuffle, maybe—type-thing ensues. We mostly roll out of bed, onto the floor and trade punches and kicks. And insults. “It’s been too long,” my boyfriend’s breath catches as I jam my fist into his solar plexus. “What?” I wait for him to catch his breath. “We spent too much time in this relationship being nice to each other.”
“That almost sounded very effeminate.”
“I’d knee you in the balls if I wasn’t planning on doing something else with them tonight,” he growls, biting my ear. “Ow! Okay, sorry,” I respond quickly, rubbing my ear. He sits up suddenly and I cling to him so I won’t fall over.
(-I guess I need you, baby-)
“Hey, Naruto.”
“Hey Sasuke.”
“I love you.”
I tilt my head. “I love you, too.”