Underneath the Sakura tree, Somei Yoshino
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
15
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46
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chapter 3
yeha dunno what to call this chapter yet, so it will be just chapter 3 for now =)
Chapter 3
The blond boy woke to find himself snuggling up to the man lying next to him, he studied the man closer. His hair was black and it had this raven style to it and his face was handsome, very masculine. Naruto let his finger brush away the strain of hair lying in the man’s face, feeling the heat coming from him. ‘Ah fever’ the blond boy gently put his hand on Sasukes forehead feeling the fever. Naruto got out of bed and got a cold cloth to put over Sasuke’s forehead, he had to laugh as he found himself studying the man again. They had only met twice and they had already shared a bed, which might not seem too shocking for Naruto as he is a Host with “time” after work hours but he guessed it was not a regular occurrence for Sasuke.
Suddenly the blond’s mobile began dancing on the small table in the middle of the room, as it played the Innocent Sorrow by Abingdon boys school.
“Ah fuck” Naruto tossed himself towards the table and tried frantically to reach it before it reached the chorus, hoping the sick man would not wake up.
“Hello” he whispered, cursing himself for not putting the mobile on silence.
“Naruto where are you?” Naruto immediately recognised the voice.
“Gaara?!?” the blond boy was a bit confused why he had called, but soon realised why when he glanced over at the clock, blinking 9:00pm which was the usual time Gaara came around to pick him up for work.
“You sound confused, did it suddenly slip your mind that I was coming to pick you up? Like I do everyday.” Gaara added a sarcastic tone to the last part, he was slightly in a bad mood and it did not help having Naruto do a disappearance number on him.
Again Naruto cursed himself for forgetting to tell Gaara he was not coming to work today. “Sorry Gaara, I totally forgot to call and say I was not going to work today.”
“What?!? Why not? Are you ill? In some kind of trouble?” Gaara blurted out a lot of questions, expecting them to be answered all at once. The red haired boy had never had much patient, although Gaara was the same age as Naruto he always acted like a big brother to him, protecting him, teaching him so that he would know his way around the world. That had been the only reason Gaara had decided for himself that Naruto should not walk alone to work, he had said he was too afraid that someone would snatch him as he was walking down the street seeing as he was so pretty. But this side of Gaara’s personality was something he never showed anyone but Naruto, to others he had a cold exterior yet warm at the same time, always calm and polite. His smile and eyes his portrayed when he was in “Seduction mode” at work could make anyone drool at his feet, which had earned him the title ‘Number 1 Host”.
“No no, relax Gaara.” Naruto got up and walked out the front door of the little apartment, afraid he would wake the sleeping man with his conversation.
“I just have some things I have to take care of” Naruto lied, one of the first rules of a Host the red haired boy had told him was: “We sell dreams Naruto, nothing more. We are creatures of the night and we are not allowed to dream, the pain it causes … it is a scar you could do with out.”
“What things?” he asked, Naruto rarely ever took a day of work so he was not surprised Gaara had asked, but right now the brotherly love was only annoying.
“Nothing special, can’t I spend some time alone?” it was not like Sasuke and he were lovers, but if he had mentioned that he was taking care of him today he would most definitely get a warning of some sort; it did not help either that Naruto really did not know the man.
“You’re lying I can tell” Gaara stated on the other side of the phone “ah don’t tell me you’re at that Orochimaru’s place!”
“No you idiot” the blond said annoyingly “If you really must know I am out getting some cold medicine from the store since the pharmacy isn’t open, I think I might come down with a cold so I am just hoping I can avoid it by buying some vitamin C. I called Iruka and asked what was best for it and so on and he gave me the day off, he said it was no better medicine than a days rest.” He could hear Gaara weighing the truth of the words he had just spoken as if Naruto had a habit of lying, something he almost never did excluding this time. Besides it was only half a lie, most of the things had happened it was just not him that was ill.
“You want me to come over and pick you up at the store? I can make you some hot rice porridge and tea for you in the morning.” Naruto was feeling a bit proud of himself for lying successfully to Gaara, he swore that boy could smell a lie coming miles away; it was like he had a radar for those things.
“No it’s fine, don’t want you to catch it, I know how much you hate being away from work” he replied half laughing, remembering when Gaara came to work with 40°C in fever because he did not want to stay at home for the day and how Iruka had given him a right big shouting for thinking he was allowed out of bed in that state.
“Fine, make sure you get home now you hear? And just call if there is anything you need me for.”
“Yeah I will, I’ll see you tomorrow”
They said their goodbyes and the blond boy hung up the phone, proceeding to enter the flat again. Sasuke’s flat was not as big as Naruto’s, it had a small hallway leading in to a living room/Kitchen and bedroom rolled in to one. The room in itself though was really big and Sasuke had put up a small screen, the ones they used to have in the old day’s to change their cloths behind, to separate the bed from the rest of the room. On the left side of the bed he had his computer and in the middle there was a big French type window and the windowsill was wide enough for a person to sit on it. The living room part consisted of two more of those French windows, one sofa, a small table and a TV, the walls were covered with bookcases filled with books instead of pictures. Naruto walked closer to the bookcases and let his hand glide over the back of the books ‘He really loves to read.’
The blond boy walked back to the sleeping Sasuke and took the wet cloth off his forehead so he could soak it in some more cold water; Naruto put the wet cloth back and studied the man for another couple of minutes before his stomach told him it was about time to feed it. ‘Better get some food’ he got up and grabbed Sasuke’s flat key he had fished out from the man’s pocket earlier that day and headed out leaving a note on the small table next to the bed in case Sasuke were to wake up when he was gone.
All the way down to the small grocery shop Naruto had thought of what to cook, he had gone through quite a lot of options before he had settled on some simple ramen. Sasuke was sick so he should eat some more rice porridge or maybe chicken soup; the blond boy entered the small shop and grabbed a basket before starting his quest for the ingredients. ‘Hmmm let’s see, ramen, vegetables. Should Sasuke get rice porridge or chicken soup? Chicken soup, he had rice porridge earlier.’ All through the store the blond boy had a conversation with himself, looking like a housewife as he picked the best vegetables.
Sasuke woke to find the flat empty, he felt like shit. His body was aching everywhere and he could hardly move, ‘where is that damn dobe?’ he readjusted the cold cloth on his forehead as he stared up at the ceiling. Sasuke turned his head towards the computer noticing the empty word document was still there, he cursed himself for having a writers block when the deadline for the manuscript was in less than 6 months, when he noticed a small note on the table. With a shaky hand he reached out to pick it up and began to read.
Hey
Just out to buy some groceries seeing as you don’t own any food,
How you manage to survive with an empty kitchen like that
Is a mystery to me.
Naruto
PS: borrowed your flat key
Sasuke lay staring at the note the blond had left behind, ‘damn brat, you can't just take someone's flat key without asking’ he let his arm fall to his side, making the small note fall to the floor.
“Atsjoo” Sasuke moaned in discomfort, why did he have to get sick now and why on earth had he let a complete stranger in the flat, not to mention share a bed with him. Sasuke sighed and closed his eyes again drifting back to sleep just missing the sound of the keys in the front door and the reappearance of the blond boy.
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Chapter 3
The blond boy woke to find himself snuggling up to the man lying next to him, he studied the man closer. His hair was black and it had this raven style to it and his face was handsome, very masculine. Naruto let his finger brush away the strain of hair lying in the man’s face, feeling the heat coming from him. ‘Ah fever’ the blond boy gently put his hand on Sasukes forehead feeling the fever. Naruto got out of bed and got a cold cloth to put over Sasuke’s forehead, he had to laugh as he found himself studying the man again. They had only met twice and they had already shared a bed, which might not seem too shocking for Naruto as he is a Host with “time” after work hours but he guessed it was not a regular occurrence for Sasuke.
Suddenly the blond’s mobile began dancing on the small table in the middle of the room, as it played the Innocent Sorrow by Abingdon boys school.
“Ah fuck” Naruto tossed himself towards the table and tried frantically to reach it before it reached the chorus, hoping the sick man would not wake up.
“Hello” he whispered, cursing himself for not putting the mobile on silence.
“Naruto where are you?” Naruto immediately recognised the voice.
“Gaara?!?” the blond boy was a bit confused why he had called, but soon realised why when he glanced over at the clock, blinking 9:00pm which was the usual time Gaara came around to pick him up for work.
“You sound confused, did it suddenly slip your mind that I was coming to pick you up? Like I do everyday.” Gaara added a sarcastic tone to the last part, he was slightly in a bad mood and it did not help having Naruto do a disappearance number on him.
Again Naruto cursed himself for forgetting to tell Gaara he was not coming to work today. “Sorry Gaara, I totally forgot to call and say I was not going to work today.”
“What?!? Why not? Are you ill? In some kind of trouble?” Gaara blurted out a lot of questions, expecting them to be answered all at once. The red haired boy had never had much patient, although Gaara was the same age as Naruto he always acted like a big brother to him, protecting him, teaching him so that he would know his way around the world. That had been the only reason Gaara had decided for himself that Naruto should not walk alone to work, he had said he was too afraid that someone would snatch him as he was walking down the street seeing as he was so pretty. But this side of Gaara’s personality was something he never showed anyone but Naruto, to others he had a cold exterior yet warm at the same time, always calm and polite. His smile and eyes his portrayed when he was in “Seduction mode” at work could make anyone drool at his feet, which had earned him the title ‘Number 1 Host”.
“No no, relax Gaara.” Naruto got up and walked out the front door of the little apartment, afraid he would wake the sleeping man with his conversation.
“I just have some things I have to take care of” Naruto lied, one of the first rules of a Host the red haired boy had told him was: “We sell dreams Naruto, nothing more. We are creatures of the night and we are not allowed to dream, the pain it causes … it is a scar you could do with out.”
“What things?” he asked, Naruto rarely ever took a day of work so he was not surprised Gaara had asked, but right now the brotherly love was only annoying.
“Nothing special, can’t I spend some time alone?” it was not like Sasuke and he were lovers, but if he had mentioned that he was taking care of him today he would most definitely get a warning of some sort; it did not help either that Naruto really did not know the man.
“You’re lying I can tell” Gaara stated on the other side of the phone “ah don’t tell me you’re at that Orochimaru’s place!”
“No you idiot” the blond said annoyingly “If you really must know I am out getting some cold medicine from the store since the pharmacy isn’t open, I think I might come down with a cold so I am just hoping I can avoid it by buying some vitamin C. I called Iruka and asked what was best for it and so on and he gave me the day off, he said it was no better medicine than a days rest.” He could hear Gaara weighing the truth of the words he had just spoken as if Naruto had a habit of lying, something he almost never did excluding this time. Besides it was only half a lie, most of the things had happened it was just not him that was ill.
“You want me to come over and pick you up at the store? I can make you some hot rice porridge and tea for you in the morning.” Naruto was feeling a bit proud of himself for lying successfully to Gaara, he swore that boy could smell a lie coming miles away; it was like he had a radar for those things.
“No it’s fine, don’t want you to catch it, I know how much you hate being away from work” he replied half laughing, remembering when Gaara came to work with 40°C in fever because he did not want to stay at home for the day and how Iruka had given him a right big shouting for thinking he was allowed out of bed in that state.
“Fine, make sure you get home now you hear? And just call if there is anything you need me for.”
“Yeah I will, I’ll see you tomorrow”
They said their goodbyes and the blond boy hung up the phone, proceeding to enter the flat again. Sasuke’s flat was not as big as Naruto’s, it had a small hallway leading in to a living room/Kitchen and bedroom rolled in to one. The room in itself though was really big and Sasuke had put up a small screen, the ones they used to have in the old day’s to change their cloths behind, to separate the bed from the rest of the room. On the left side of the bed he had his computer and in the middle there was a big French type window and the windowsill was wide enough for a person to sit on it. The living room part consisted of two more of those French windows, one sofa, a small table and a TV, the walls were covered with bookcases filled with books instead of pictures. Naruto walked closer to the bookcases and let his hand glide over the back of the books ‘He really loves to read.’
The blond boy walked back to the sleeping Sasuke and took the wet cloth off his forehead so he could soak it in some more cold water; Naruto put the wet cloth back and studied the man for another couple of minutes before his stomach told him it was about time to feed it. ‘Better get some food’ he got up and grabbed Sasuke’s flat key he had fished out from the man’s pocket earlier that day and headed out leaving a note on the small table next to the bed in case Sasuke were to wake up when he was gone.
All the way down to the small grocery shop Naruto had thought of what to cook, he had gone through quite a lot of options before he had settled on some simple ramen. Sasuke was sick so he should eat some more rice porridge or maybe chicken soup; the blond boy entered the small shop and grabbed a basket before starting his quest for the ingredients. ‘Hmmm let’s see, ramen, vegetables. Should Sasuke get rice porridge or chicken soup? Chicken soup, he had rice porridge earlier.’ All through the store the blond boy had a conversation with himself, looking like a housewife as he picked the best vegetables.
Sasuke woke to find the flat empty, he felt like shit. His body was aching everywhere and he could hardly move, ‘where is that damn dobe?’ he readjusted the cold cloth on his forehead as he stared up at the ceiling. Sasuke turned his head towards the computer noticing the empty word document was still there, he cursed himself for having a writers block when the deadline for the manuscript was in less than 6 months, when he noticed a small note on the table. With a shaky hand he reached out to pick it up and began to read.
Hey
Just out to buy some groceries seeing as you don’t own any food,
How you manage to survive with an empty kitchen like that
Is a mystery to me.
Naruto
PS: borrowed your flat key
Sasuke lay staring at the note the blond had left behind, ‘damn brat, you can't just take someone's flat key without asking’ he let his arm fall to his side, making the small note fall to the floor.
“Atsjoo” Sasuke moaned in discomfort, why did he have to get sick now and why on earth had he let a complete stranger in the flat, not to mention share a bed with him. Sasuke sighed and closed his eyes again drifting back to sleep just missing the sound of the keys in the front door and the reappearance of the blond boy.
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