The Destiny of a Stolen Heart
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Naruto AU/AR › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
13
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Category:
Naruto AU/AR › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
1,195
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The eyes of a painting
Fall into slumber like rain
Love saturating your dreams again
A thought divine flicker a moment of bliss
Eyes only flutter awakening lips longing to be kissed
Sleep is like a spider bite, you know it happened but you never can tell when.
Itachi stretches and yawns. He tries to remember why his alarm clock has woken him up so early this particular morning. His cell phone rings.
“Sir, they are starting to arrive,” the young lady says not even waiting for an opening salutation, after a brief pause she adds, “the interns.”
“Good morning, Sakura. Send them to the main conference room on the third floor, send up a continental breakfast and please extend my apologies for the slight delay.” he final states as his mind and tongue play catch-up.
“Yes…sir” but before she could finish she hears the hum of a dial tone.
The dark lines on his face are quite distinctive this morning as he walks into the office. His welcoming beacon is Sasuke’s smirking face.
“What a lovely morning.” Sasuke says looking over the brim of his cup.
“Not all of us have our own personal ball of sunshine, to give us a good morning.”
“I take it you didn’t get your ten extra minutes in the shower.”
“Hn, I take it you had your usual fifteen in your office.”
“Well, today you can take your pick of the willing vessels crammed in your waiting room.”
“Joy.” Itachi remarks dryly.
He walks past the room. And true to his word, the room was filled. Crammed inside like well-fed slaughter cows are all the potential candidates. Everyone is waiting for his brand of approval. A room full of awestruck females and power hungry males preen and primp them self. Practicing there lines and reciting uninteresting web posted facts about the company and its history. Nauseated with the idea of having to listen to the same spill a dozen times over he slips into his office and uncharacteristically flops on the couch with a groan.
“Honestly it can’t be that bad.” An unknown voice nearly sings.
Click, click
“And you are?’ Itachi asks with a steady hand and perfect aim.
“Shuichi Minamino.’ Kurama answers still studying the painting. “What was so amusing on that day?” he asks turn around unfazed by the gun aimed at his face.
“What day?” Itachi inquires somewhat surprised by Shuichi’s calm demeanor.
“The day of the painting, you have a very interesting expression. If it was a photograph then I could understand, but someone painted this portrait, therefore what ever happened amused you to no end because it kept playing over and over in your mind.”
“Hn.” he replies getting up from the couch. “Interesting story now to the reason you are lounging in my private office?”
“I would like to work under you.” Kurama says once again memorized by the painting.
“That can most defiantly be arranged.” Itachi breathes into Kurama’s neck as the gun rests casually on Kurama’s opposite hip. “Now, be a good little intern wanna be and return to the waiting room.” He says ushering Kurama out of his office closing the door.
Itachi presses a red button.
“Yes.”
“I found my good morning.” after a short pause Itachi, continues. “Sasuke do a background check on Shuichi Minamino.”
“Do I look like your secretary?”
“You tell me little brother since you’re the one fucking him.”
“Sasuke. Bastard, I told you there was a camera in this room,” a familiar voice whispers harshly
“Yes, so pull up your pants because I am tired of seeing your tan ass and those god awful orange boxers.”
A crash and a stream of creative curses permeate through Itachi’s speaker. A few seconds later a frazzled blonde scurries out of Sasuke’s office.
“I hate you.”
“You are right little brother, it is a lovely morning.”
Sasuke mumbles and quickly disconnects.
Kurama walks past the waiting room and continues down the hall to another part of the building he drops off his application for mailroom attendenat.
“Thank you we will be calling you in with in a week.” a red haired girl spews not even looking up as adjusted her glass and continued to read her book.
Distracted by his own folly he dismisses her blatant dismissal. Kurama could spot a fool a mile away, Itachi was not a fool, and it would not take long for him to but two and two together.
“Damn it.” Kurama growls out.
Itachi closes his ledger and jots down a two phone numbers. He walks over to his self-portrait, and studies it.
Kurama slides down a wall, falling to the ground. Itachi’s eyes were expressionless because they were not real.
Itachi smiles and taps the small lens behind his paintings left eye.
Love saturating your dreams again
A thought divine flicker a moment of bliss
Eyes only flutter awakening lips longing to be kissed
Sleep is like a spider bite, you know it happened but you never can tell when.
Itachi stretches and yawns. He tries to remember why his alarm clock has woken him up so early this particular morning. His cell phone rings.
“Sir, they are starting to arrive,” the young lady says not even waiting for an opening salutation, after a brief pause she adds, “the interns.”
“Good morning, Sakura. Send them to the main conference room on the third floor, send up a continental breakfast and please extend my apologies for the slight delay.” he final states as his mind and tongue play catch-up.
“Yes…sir” but before she could finish she hears the hum of a dial tone.
The dark lines on his face are quite distinctive this morning as he walks into the office. His welcoming beacon is Sasuke’s smirking face.
“What a lovely morning.” Sasuke says looking over the brim of his cup.
“Not all of us have our own personal ball of sunshine, to give us a good morning.”
“I take it you didn’t get your ten extra minutes in the shower.”
“Hn, I take it you had your usual fifteen in your office.”
“Well, today you can take your pick of the willing vessels crammed in your waiting room.”
“Joy.” Itachi remarks dryly.
He walks past the room. And true to his word, the room was filled. Crammed inside like well-fed slaughter cows are all the potential candidates. Everyone is waiting for his brand of approval. A room full of awestruck females and power hungry males preen and primp them self. Practicing there lines and reciting uninteresting web posted facts about the company and its history. Nauseated with the idea of having to listen to the same spill a dozen times over he slips into his office and uncharacteristically flops on the couch with a groan.
“Honestly it can’t be that bad.” An unknown voice nearly sings.
Click, click
“And you are?’ Itachi asks with a steady hand and perfect aim.
“Shuichi Minamino.’ Kurama answers still studying the painting. “What was so amusing on that day?” he asks turn around unfazed by the gun aimed at his face.
“What day?” Itachi inquires somewhat surprised by Shuichi’s calm demeanor.
“The day of the painting, you have a very interesting expression. If it was a photograph then I could understand, but someone painted this portrait, therefore what ever happened amused you to no end because it kept playing over and over in your mind.”
“Hn.” he replies getting up from the couch. “Interesting story now to the reason you are lounging in my private office?”
“I would like to work under you.” Kurama says once again memorized by the painting.
“That can most defiantly be arranged.” Itachi breathes into Kurama’s neck as the gun rests casually on Kurama’s opposite hip. “Now, be a good little intern wanna be and return to the waiting room.” He says ushering Kurama out of his office closing the door.
Itachi presses a red button.
“Yes.”
“I found my good morning.” after a short pause Itachi, continues. “Sasuke do a background check on Shuichi Minamino.”
“Do I look like your secretary?”
“You tell me little brother since you’re the one fucking him.”
“Sasuke. Bastard, I told you there was a camera in this room,” a familiar voice whispers harshly
“Yes, so pull up your pants because I am tired of seeing your tan ass and those god awful orange boxers.”
A crash and a stream of creative curses permeate through Itachi’s speaker. A few seconds later a frazzled blonde scurries out of Sasuke’s office.
“I hate you.”
“You are right little brother, it is a lovely morning.”
Sasuke mumbles and quickly disconnects.
Kurama walks past the waiting room and continues down the hall to another part of the building he drops off his application for mailroom attendenat.
“Thank you we will be calling you in with in a week.” a red haired girl spews not even looking up as adjusted her glass and continued to read her book.
Distracted by his own folly he dismisses her blatant dismissal. Kurama could spot a fool a mile away, Itachi was not a fool, and it would not take long for him to but two and two together.
“Damn it.” Kurama growls out.
Itachi closes his ledger and jots down a two phone numbers. He walks over to his self-portrait, and studies it.
Kurama slides down a wall, falling to the ground. Itachi’s eyes were expressionless because they were not real.
Itachi smiles and taps the small lens behind his paintings left eye.
Balance the beat on an unwritten note
Slide shimmy break break
Pull back to stroke
Eradicate the whispers of an unbridled mind
Slide shimmy break break
Pull back and grind