Being a Yazkuza's Bride

Chapter 7: Can't seem to stay away



"This is my fiancé," he announced.



Naruto was sure he must have looked like an idiot standing there with his mouth flapping open and shut like a goldfish starving for air. Not that he thought there was enough air getting to his brain right now, or he would have done something instead of just standing there like a complete imbecile.



However he wasn't on his own dealing with this sudden news. Sasuke's father had gone pale, he looked like he was having a heart attack; the mother didn't look much better, although a lot more composed than the man did. Neither seemed to have noticed Sasuke had actually walked away, leaving Naruto alone to defend himself against these intimidating people.



It was only when the older man focused a harsh glare at him that he broke out of his stupor. Scary!



"What is the meaning of this, Sasuke?" the man bellowed, drawing the attention of the guest.



"Hn..." was the only reply back.



"Sasuke!" the older man called out.



But Sasuke's didn't listen to his father and just kept on walking. Naruto, not knowing what else to do in his panic, followed his tormentor out of the humongous house outside. The limo was already waiting for them outside, and a part of Naruto had to wonder if this was some sort of a set up.



After all, who just announces that they have a fiancé and then just walks out without an explanation?



Naruto stopped in front of the open door; for a second he was reconsidering if he should step inside, this would be the perfect opportunity for him to run away.



"Get in the car," came Sasuke's order.



"Why should I?" he replied with a pout.



"Unless you want to find your own way home, I suggest you get in the car," he said.



That shut the blonde up; he had no choice in the end. He didn't even know where he was. When he heard the engine rev up, all thoughts about running away were chased out of his mind, and he quickly stepped inside the car before it drove off.



Naruto plastered himself to one side of the car, hoping to create as much space between them. He watched the raven sitting on the other side. Sasuke looked a picture of calm, as if what happened at the party meant nothing at all. Then he noticed how the older man's body was shaking, and he thought that Sasuke was upset. These thoughts were quickly chased away however when the man started laughing madly. His laughter was deep and made him shiver; it was different from the sensual chuckles that he usually heard from Sasuke.



He couldn't explain it, but he was sure that he was blushing.



"Er…"



"Did you see his face? He looked like he was about to have an aneurism," he said between breaths.



Once again the blonde was stunned. "You thought that was funny?"



"What? Didn't you?"



"Of course not, it was fucking terrifying!"



"Hn…" he chuckled a bit and settled down again in his seat.



Again Naruto returned back to watching him, waiting for Sasuke to say something, anything, to explain what the hell was going on. Soon of course the glaring was starting to irritate the raven.



"What?" he finally snapped.



"What the hell was that about?"



The raven sighed and gave the blonde an incredulous look, "My father does this every year; it gets really tiresome having to listen to him rant about me finding a bride. So I gave him what he wanted." Then he started chuckling again as he thought back to the man's face.



"Tch, he must be thinking that his sperm only produces gay children…"



"So this was all a joke?"



"Of course… unless you want it to be true, that is?" he said, passing Naruto a wicked smirk.



"Of course not!" he shouted back, but his cheeks were blushed crimson with embarrassment.



Damn, he had been played all along.



Although he couldn't explain how suddenly his heart was beating so violently against his chest, and his hands were so clammy with sweat at that last comment. Simple words shouldn't have such effect on him.



He turned to look out of the window, trying to ignore the smirking older man beside him. What a waste of a suit though; the tailor had worked so hard creating a suit that may have originally taken him over a day in a few hours, and Naruto only wore it for a few hours. At the price this thing cost to make he would probably never wear it again.



He somehow managed to ignore Sasuke for the rest of the car ride 'til they reached his apartment block. Quickly he twisted the door handle and jumped out of the limo, and when he was halfway up the drive he heard Sasuke calling.



"See you at work; enjoy the rest of your vacation."



Naruto's glare was his only answer, as he shut the lobby door behind him. As if he was going to come back to that nut house again! He didn't care if he lost a well-paying job, or if he had to go through the whole process of tackling the market again. He just couldn't go back there.



With that thought in mind he slowly tackled the mass of stairs leading to his dingy apartment. Thinking back to that shithole almost made him reconsider; no, no, he said, shaking his head. No, he could manage somehow. Finally he reached his floor and started trying to find his keys, when he saw someone standing by his door. The man was leaning against the wall, his brown hair tied up in a high ponytail. A smile bloomed on Naruto's face when he recognized the man standing there.



"Iruka!" he called out.



The brunette turned around, his chestnut brown eyes glowing warmly when he saw the blonde bounding towards him, and welcomed him with open arms.



"It's good to see you!"



"You too, it has been ages; come inside, you must have been waiting here forever."



"Ahaha," the brunette chuckled and scratched the scar on the bridge of his nose. "That's alright, I came with some dessert," he said and lifted a bag with a bakery logo on it.



Naruto gave him a wide grin and opened the door to let them both in. The lights went on and Iruka started making himself at home. Iruka had been his foster father ever since he was 12 years old. He had been such a troublemaker that no one would adopt him, or even handle him for long. But Iruka was the only one who didn't give up on him, and he had turned out much better than what he would have ended up as without him. Iruka visited him every few weeks, just to talk and keep him company. So the older man knew his way around his apartment.



So after a few minutes the brunette had set up his small kitchen table with plates and forks, and was unpacking a lemon cheesecake. They sat down and he quickly began to tuck into the delicious dessert.



"So what's the occasion?" Naruto asked, picking up the fork.



"Well, let's just say that this is a small celebration!" he replied with a small smile.



"What's to celebrate?" he asked.



"For keeping your job for more than a week of course, I'm so proud!" Iruka exclaimed.



The fork stopped just short of his mouth. Great, how was he meant to tell Iruka that he was going to quit his job? He couldn't do that now, not when the older man was putting on such a contend face…



Crap.



(Meanwhile)



"I have never been so humiliated in my life!"



Sakura stormed out of the party, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she strode towards her car. Finally she had met him, finally since their childhood days she had met her love once again! And what a sight he was, so tall and muscular, such style and grace in his step, but it was all blighted by him.



The so-called 'fiancé'.



Grr, even the mere thought made her boil up with rage again. That stupid round face, and those dumb blue eyes. He looked low-class and acted even lower. That look that he held when he met Sasuke's parents, it seemed like he didn't even know who they were. And Sasuke was going to marry that? It didn't make sense to her!



She tapped her feet, waiting for her pink limo to arrive; when it did she wrenched the door open and went inside. Yet through her anger she was blinded by the other person occupying her limo.



"I'm guessing things didn't go well?" came a cold voice.



"Hyuuga!" she shirked when she noticed the man sitting opposite her.



He was a beauty rivalling any girl, long black hair cascading down his back like a silken shawl. His skin was like ivory, and his eyes were so silver and pale one would have thought he was blind. Even though it was the complete opposite; he most likely had the sharpest eyes in the world. Which was perfect for his occupation, because Hyuuga Neji was an assassin.



"I have a job for you," she said, pushing a few of her pink strands behind her ear.



He arched a delicate eyebrow. "Who is it?"



"That guy Sasuke calls his fiancé; I want him gone, I don't care how or what you do with him," she said, waving the issue away her manicured hands around.



"It will be done."



"Welcome back, Naruto!"



The blonde sighed heavily and gave a half-hearted wave. "Great to see you, Haku."



Yup, in the end he couldn't stay away, it was fear really. He didn't want to upset Iruka after all the man did for him. So he would do his best, and keep on going no matter what comes.



"I heard you were ill, are you better now?" he asked, looking up at Naruto with worried dark eyes.



"I'm fine really, nothing to worry about."



"Oi, Naruto, it's good to see you, dude!" Suigetsu called out, carrying a tray with empty glasses with him.



Naruto nodded at him with a wide smile and went behind the counter to help Haku. He really did miss these two, and Lee of course; they were so much fun. Sai then came up, and gave Naruto one of his fake smiles again.



"Good to see you, dickless." Now this one person he wouldn't miss.



"Stop calling me that!" he growled back.



Sai just passed him a smirk, and handed him a piece of paper. "The usual for the boss, although he changed his seat, it's booth no. 4 now."



Naruto gritted his teeth together but nodded; he snatched the order out of Sai's hands and went to make the drink. Sai was confused, he knew there was something different about the blonde now; it was like he was trying to hide something. He gave the others a questioning glance but they just shrugged their shoulders, mystified.



Sasuke leaned against the soft material of the booth; it was much more comfortable sitting here than on those hard chairs, and it gave a lot more privacy. He felt like he should move it up a notch, so far throughout their little chase he'd rarely found any release. He wanted to feel more of Naruto, specifically the pleasant enveloping warmth around him. God, he was sure that Naruto was a screamer, and he would make him scream Sasuke's name to high heaven.



A smirk graced his features and he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He definitely needed to move it up a notch.



"Uchiha-sama," came a sensual voice. He lifted his head and saw a beautiful man standing in front of him.



"Kimimaro."



Kimimaro was a high-class host; he had a feminine face, smooth and unblemished, and his hair was bleached white, making his teal eyes almost glow in the damn light. He had a distinctive style, oriental, with the use of red make-up under his eyes and two dots painted above his eyebrows. They always reminded him of the look that Geisha's held. The crisp white button up shirt he wore was undone at the top, showing off the smooth milky skin underneath it.



"What can I do for you?" he asked.



A smile filled onto his beautiful face, and slowly he leaned down over Sasuke, his long fingers coming up to play with his collar. "Well boss, I was wondering if I could do something for you?" he asked, undoing the top button.



"And if I declined your offer?"



"Oh…" Kimimaro said back surprised, usually the boss was so willing to join. "Could I persuade you in any other way?" he said, pushing his knee between Sasuke's legs, slowly grinding the spot in hopes of making him hard.



Sasuke's smirk grew, and he just regarded the man in front of him, although he usually would have taken him up on the offer. He had different interests…



"Oh, I'm sorry to disturb!"



Sasuke froze; he looked over Kimimaro's shoulder at a stunned Naruto standing in front of him. The blonde looked shocked, his blue eyes so wide with the look of betrayal. He pushed Kimimaro off him, and sat up straight.



"Naruto…"



"I'm sorry to disturb you, Uchiha-sama, here is your drink." The blonde kept his head bowed, and put the glass down on the table before scurrying away from him.



Sasuke watched him go; he felt irritation welling up in his chest. All his hard work now seemed pointless.



"Sasuke…"



"Leave," he commanded.



Kimimaro didn't say anything else, and he quickly hurried away before meeting with Sasuke's anger. The man got unpredictable when he was angry.



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"That baka…" the blonde muttered as he strode away back to the counter.



He shouldn't be angry; there was no reason to be angry!



It wasn't like there was anything between them; all he got was a few gropings (which by the way he didn't enjoy) and snide remarks. He got played and used to give Sasuke's father a heart attack. There was nothing between them; it was all just a joke. It didn't explain however why his chest ached so painfully, or why his eyes burned with impending tears.



Why was this happening all the time?



He quickly wiped them away, he wouldn't cry about something so meaningless. They didn't matter. He didn't matter.



Nothing mattered.