A Matched Set
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The Phone Call
“A Matched Set”
Chapter 3
He hated working nights.
Not all of it, mind you. The silence was nice, relaxing even, a balm to his ears after a long day of idiotic incompetence. And, the younger Uchiha mused, flicking a stray strand of midnight hair out of his eyes; he actually got more work done. Without all the tiny problems that desperately needed his attention throughout the day, he could focus, get in a rhythm, and concentrate much more easily. Even the lack of fluorescent bulbs was good; great-his computer was more than enough to light up his office.
But.
But…it was so empty. The whole building slept, still and unmoving. His computer was the only light in the stretching darkness of the monolithic structure that took such common colours during the day. His breath was the only stir of life in the blank tomb of his office. He was…alone.
Pale hands scrubbed at his eyes wearily, fatigue tinting the normally luminescent skin, making bags under his dark eyes. He sighed, than shook his head, as if such a simple physical action could dispel all his thoughts. Picking up his pen he settled down to write, hands eager to inscribe that all important letter which would cause his foolish brother’s downfall, crushing him beneath Sasuke’s boot heel. The simple letter, would make all his dreams and hopes a reality, restoring honor to his family’s name and putting his company as the foremost in architectural design and real estate conversions. It would…what was that sound?
He paused, the quiet, eerie clicking grating on his already weary nerves, and placed his pen firmly on the desk without realizing he had done any such thing. Where the HELL was that sound coming from?
He stood up, papers left carelessly strewn on his desk, unable to work or even think as long as the ticking continued. He had been in this office for eight months and had never heard that sound before. Where was it?
The dark-haired man stalked back and forth in front of his clock twice, before realizing his mistake and reaching to take it down.
He stretched, stretched, streeeeeetched…and couldn’t reach it. With something akin to a low growl, he pulled his chair over to the wall, ignoring the wheels on the bottom, confident enough in his own agility to shun the use of a more stable surface.
He clambered quickly onto the chair, deep obsidian eyes alighting on his infernal prey, intent on killing, disemboweling and thoroughly smashing the source of that HORRIBLE, never-ending ticking!
When suddenly, completely unexpected, his office phone began to ring, it’s shrill cry piercing through the thick shroud of silence that lay settled on his office.
Sasuke squawked, and for once he was glad he was all alone, because that call and his resulting jump had severely compromised the stability of his office chair. And he was pretty sure he was about to…
He fell to the floor with a muffled thump and a squeak of pain and surprise. Now he was really glad no one was here.
The phone on his desk gave another impatient screech, and Sasuke decided it would suffer the same painful and demeaning demise as his clock. After he answered it and annihilated whoever was on the other end.
With a larger scowl than usual, and a hand cradling his bruised back, he leaned forward and grabbed the phone.
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Naruto flopped onto his couch with a relaxed sigh, cell phone pressed to one ear, listening as the second ring ended. He never would have called Uchiha’a personal office line during daylight hours-too much chance that it would get answered-nah, he wouldv’e called Hinata-chan, or maybe the bastard’s uptight secretary, Sakura.
Suddenly the phone picked up and a roughly, beautiful voice answered.
“Who the hell is calling my office at 10:00 on a Tuesday?”
Naruto blinked slowly before groaning under his breath. ‘Of course! Shoulda known the workaholic would stay after hours!’ he thought.
“Oh,” he winced momentarily at the chipperness in his voice and began picking imaginary balls of lint from his drawstring pants. “Hey, Uchiha-sama. I was actually just gonna tell you I couldn’t make it in tomorrow. Didn’t think you’d be in, so I was just gonna leave…a…message.”
He paused, and winced again at the echoing silence on the other end of the line.
“My cousin,” he started, lying through his teeth, “is sick, and since he’s crashing at my place, and…so I thought I would see if I could just call in…and…stuff…”He finished before sinking even lower into the plushie cushions. Oh god, that was sooooo lame. That was beyond lame. That was…
“Do not take me for an idiot, like your normal friends, Uzumaki. I was in the middle of something very important, before you called and interrupted me with your badly constructed lies.”
Naruto bristled at the tone his asshole boss was using. He wasn’t really lying, just faking a relation.
“It wasn’t a lie sir, “ Naruto said coldly.
At the other end Sasuke’s brows furrowed. Naru-chan-err…Uzumaki had never used that tone with him before. ‘He damn well better go back to blushing and stuttering!’ Sasuke thought angrily, hands rubbing lightly on his bruised back.
Naruto listened to another, looooong silence.
“Even so, I see no reason for you to stay home. Your cousin is grown correct?”
He waited till Naruto made a small affirmative sound.
“Then I see no reason not to see your smiling face at work tomorrow, Uzumaki.”
The blondes fist clenched, eyes seeing red. The nerve of this asshole!! To think that he would make his own personal decisions for him!
“You know what, Sasuke?”he asked derisively, making the brunette on the other end wince, “As long as I’ve been working for your company, I have been one of the best fucking workers you have!”
His voice rose, pure anger filling his tone.
“I show up on time, I go above expectations-I KEEP YOUR FLAVOR OF CREAMER STOCKED IN THE GODDAMN BREAKROOM!!”
On the other end of the line Sasuke blinked puzzledly. That was Naru-chan? He’d always assumed it was Sakura, or Ino or another of his stalkers.
“I have used one sick day-ONE-the whole year, and your gonna be pissy about this!?!? Fuck you Uchiha! I QUIT!!”
Naruto clicked his cell phone shut sharply and smiled. It was time he got over that Uchiha bastard. Even if he was pretty, he had a personality like a garbage disposal. And with his qualifications, he’d have no problem getting a new job. He snorted softly to himself and tossed his cell phone onto the coffee table, lying back on the couch.
Served him right. The prick.
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Sasuke put his phone down with a soft click, ears still ringing from the verbal abuse and the slamming phone. He eyed the plastic device, shock written on his features. That was NOT how he wanted that to go.
He knew Uzumaki deserved more than what he got, had even been meaning to give him a promotion for almost six months. Figured maybe he’d replace Sakura.
And the creamer? That was Naruto? ‘How did he even know I liked that flavor?’ Sasuke thought dazedly. Now instead of not seeing the blonde for a day, he’d see him…never!
He groaned and let his head thunk onto the desk, clock forgotten.
‘That’s okay Sasuke. You don’t need his sticky notes, his system of filing things, hazelnut creamer. You can live without that. You can work without beautiful blushes, pouty lips, and sunshine curls. You can live without that ass, you know the one you could bounce a dime off of…’
He groaned again.
Tomorrow was going to suck.
Chapter 3
He hated working nights.
Not all of it, mind you. The silence was nice, relaxing even, a balm to his ears after a long day of idiotic incompetence. And, the younger Uchiha mused, flicking a stray strand of midnight hair out of his eyes; he actually got more work done. Without all the tiny problems that desperately needed his attention throughout the day, he could focus, get in a rhythm, and concentrate much more easily. Even the lack of fluorescent bulbs was good; great-his computer was more than enough to light up his office.
But.
But…it was so empty. The whole building slept, still and unmoving. His computer was the only light in the stretching darkness of the monolithic structure that took such common colours during the day. His breath was the only stir of life in the blank tomb of his office. He was…alone.
Pale hands scrubbed at his eyes wearily, fatigue tinting the normally luminescent skin, making bags under his dark eyes. He sighed, than shook his head, as if such a simple physical action could dispel all his thoughts. Picking up his pen he settled down to write, hands eager to inscribe that all important letter which would cause his foolish brother’s downfall, crushing him beneath Sasuke’s boot heel. The simple letter, would make all his dreams and hopes a reality, restoring honor to his family’s name and putting his company as the foremost in architectural design and real estate conversions. It would…what was that sound?
He paused, the quiet, eerie clicking grating on his already weary nerves, and placed his pen firmly on the desk without realizing he had done any such thing. Where the HELL was that sound coming from?
He stood up, papers left carelessly strewn on his desk, unable to work or even think as long as the ticking continued. He had been in this office for eight months and had never heard that sound before. Where was it?
The dark-haired man stalked back and forth in front of his clock twice, before realizing his mistake and reaching to take it down.
He stretched, stretched, streeeeeetched…and couldn’t reach it. With something akin to a low growl, he pulled his chair over to the wall, ignoring the wheels on the bottom, confident enough in his own agility to shun the use of a more stable surface.
He clambered quickly onto the chair, deep obsidian eyes alighting on his infernal prey, intent on killing, disemboweling and thoroughly smashing the source of that HORRIBLE, never-ending ticking!
When suddenly, completely unexpected, his office phone began to ring, it’s shrill cry piercing through the thick shroud of silence that lay settled on his office.
Sasuke squawked, and for once he was glad he was all alone, because that call and his resulting jump had severely compromised the stability of his office chair. And he was pretty sure he was about to…
He fell to the floor with a muffled thump and a squeak of pain and surprise. Now he was really glad no one was here.
The phone on his desk gave another impatient screech, and Sasuke decided it would suffer the same painful and demeaning demise as his clock. After he answered it and annihilated whoever was on the other end.
With a larger scowl than usual, and a hand cradling his bruised back, he leaned forward and grabbed the phone.
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Naruto flopped onto his couch with a relaxed sigh, cell phone pressed to one ear, listening as the second ring ended. He never would have called Uchiha’a personal office line during daylight hours-too much chance that it would get answered-nah, he wouldv’e called Hinata-chan, or maybe the bastard’s uptight secretary, Sakura.
Suddenly the phone picked up and a roughly, beautiful voice answered.
“Who the hell is calling my office at 10:00 on a Tuesday?”
Naruto blinked slowly before groaning under his breath. ‘Of course! Shoulda known the workaholic would stay after hours!’ he thought.
“Oh,” he winced momentarily at the chipperness in his voice and began picking imaginary balls of lint from his drawstring pants. “Hey, Uchiha-sama. I was actually just gonna tell you I couldn’t make it in tomorrow. Didn’t think you’d be in, so I was just gonna leave…a…message.”
He paused, and winced again at the echoing silence on the other end of the line.
“My cousin,” he started, lying through his teeth, “is sick, and since he’s crashing at my place, and…so I thought I would see if I could just call in…and…stuff…”He finished before sinking even lower into the plushie cushions. Oh god, that was sooooo lame. That was beyond lame. That was…
“Do not take me for an idiot, like your normal friends, Uzumaki. I was in the middle of something very important, before you called and interrupted me with your badly constructed lies.”
Naruto bristled at the tone his asshole boss was using. He wasn’t really lying, just faking a relation.
“It wasn’t a lie sir, “ Naruto said coldly.
At the other end Sasuke’s brows furrowed. Naru-chan-err…Uzumaki had never used that tone with him before. ‘He damn well better go back to blushing and stuttering!’ Sasuke thought angrily, hands rubbing lightly on his bruised back.
Naruto listened to another, looooong silence.
“Even so, I see no reason for you to stay home. Your cousin is grown correct?”
He waited till Naruto made a small affirmative sound.
“Then I see no reason not to see your smiling face at work tomorrow, Uzumaki.”
The blondes fist clenched, eyes seeing red. The nerve of this asshole!! To think that he would make his own personal decisions for him!
“You know what, Sasuke?”he asked derisively, making the brunette on the other end wince, “As long as I’ve been working for your company, I have been one of the best fucking workers you have!”
His voice rose, pure anger filling his tone.
“I show up on time, I go above expectations-I KEEP YOUR FLAVOR OF CREAMER STOCKED IN THE GODDAMN BREAKROOM!!”
On the other end of the line Sasuke blinked puzzledly. That was Naru-chan? He’d always assumed it was Sakura, or Ino or another of his stalkers.
“I have used one sick day-ONE-the whole year, and your gonna be pissy about this!?!? Fuck you Uchiha! I QUIT!!”
Naruto clicked his cell phone shut sharply and smiled. It was time he got over that Uchiha bastard. Even if he was pretty, he had a personality like a garbage disposal. And with his qualifications, he’d have no problem getting a new job. He snorted softly to himself and tossed his cell phone onto the coffee table, lying back on the couch.
Served him right. The prick.
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Sasuke put his phone down with a soft click, ears still ringing from the verbal abuse and the slamming phone. He eyed the plastic device, shock written on his features. That was NOT how he wanted that to go.
He knew Uzumaki deserved more than what he got, had even been meaning to give him a promotion for almost six months. Figured maybe he’d replace Sakura.
And the creamer? That was Naruto? ‘How did he even know I liked that flavor?’ Sasuke thought dazedly. Now instead of not seeing the blonde for a day, he’d see him…never!
He groaned and let his head thunk onto the desk, clock forgotten.
‘That’s okay Sasuke. You don’t need his sticky notes, his system of filing things, hazelnut creamer. You can live without that. You can work without beautiful blushes, pouty lips, and sunshine curls. You can live without that ass, you know the one you could bounce a dime off of…’
He groaned again.
Tomorrow was going to suck.