Being a Yazkuza's Bride

Chapter 8: Complications



Something changed, well the change was obvious. The orders stopped, no more Bloody Mary's, no more random grope attacks, and that left an odd gap in his thoughts. Maybe it was because he had gotten used to the attention that the other showered on him. It may have stopped, but Sasuke was still there. Sitting at the nearby table, his sharp dark eyes watching Naruto's every move. He fidgeted and went back to drying a few glasses, but he could still feel the stares piercing his back.



This should have been a good thing. After all, his problems were now over. Sasuke was leaving him alone, he shouldn't care that the older man was fucking other people. He wasn't gay, so he should be happy that the other man's attention wasn't focused on him anymore.



So why did it bother him? Why couldn't he just get over it? Why was it that whenever he closed his eyes all he saw was that man leaning over Sasuke. The thought made him grit his teeth in anger.



"Naruto order up, glass of 1973 Auchentoshan Scotch, neat, table 6. Oh and bring also the rest of the bottle."



"Yeah…" he murmured and rummaged the bottom shelf for the bottle. It still surprised him to see how expensive the drinks were here. A bottle of this fruity auburn malt, worth over ¥57000; he didn't think any drink should be worth this much. Even a simple glass of this stuff would put a nice dent in his salary.



He poured the drink into a cut glass and placed the beverage on a tray and went towards table six. Usually it was a few men sitting around the round tables, laughing and joking, but this time it was only one man. His face was stark white, almost glowing in the dim light of the club, and his skin looked as if it had been stretched taut over his face. Golden slanted eyes and an upturned smile that reminded him of a snake who had found its prey. Naruto shuddered.



"Here is your drink, sir," he said and put the glass down on a coaster.



The man passed him a smirk; his golden eyes seemed to flash with excitement as he leaned forward in his chair. "Thanks…" it would have seemed like a normal gesture, but the way this man said it made it sound almost sinister.



Naruto took a step back before turning around to walk away. It wouldn't have been the first time he got hit on, but this felt different. His skin crawled in revulsion when he knew that other man was watching his ass as he walked away. So he quickened his step and literally ran back all the way to the bar. Yet the orders kept on coming, all expensive and extravagant, as if it were a gesture to impress him.



It continued on, for three days the same man came and specifically asked for him to bring him the drinks. Passing him the continuous snake-like grin. He found out his name soon enough: Orochimaru.



Yet it seemed like he wasn't the only one getting irritated by that customer; he had glimpsed Sasuke on occasions, and often his face was a picture of a grimace. Contorted in distaste, eyebrows pulled together in an angry frown, pale hands clenched into vicious fists, and his eyes. Just the look in those dark depths was enough to cast him into oblivion, and he had to keep on reminding himself that he hated the other man. He hated Sasuke and what he had done to him… what he was turning Naruto into.



The blonde understood that he was threading into the edge of denial. That there was something more in his anger, yet Naruto wouldn't acknowledge it, because if he did that would mean he had let Sasuke win. He would have let that player get his way; this wasn't any more a question about him being gay. He could come to terms with the fact that Sasuke was an attractive man, he would have to be an idiot not to see that. It did however not mean that he should be so easily beguiled by good looks. In the end the raven was a mystery, an entity he shouldn't get involved with.



It did however encourage him to keep away from Orochimaru; he didn't want to know what would happen if he was stuck alone with him. The memory of the other attack was still searingly fresh on his mind.



In his musings he hadn't noticed where he was walking and managed to bump into someone, causing the drinks on the tray to spill all over his shirt. Naruto cursed himself when he felt the cool drink soak into his white shirt, and was about to reprimand the man who bumped into him. Then he quickly thought that it could be a customer and started to apologize, but the words got caught in his throat.



"Oh, how clumsy of me," Orochimaru whispered, his deep voice slithering worm-like into his ear. He took a step back to distance himself from the tall man, ignoring how the front of his shirt clung to him, and how the wetness seeped into his black trousers.



The pale man smiled appreciatively, looking him up and down. "Now this is a sight I would enjoy seeing more of," he purred out, taking a step closer.



Naruto's blue eyes widened in fear; he took a few more steps back and flinched when he felt the coldness of the wall behind him. All the time Orochimaru followed him, trapping him, step by step; soon he was cornered!



"Orochimaru-san?" he managed to croak out.



"You have been avoiding me, little fox," he whispered with a slight sharp edge in his voice.



"I am very busy, sir," Naruto replied and tried to side-step him, only to have his way blocked again.



"Tsk, then you should make time," the older man said. His long bony hands reached up to cup his face, but Naruto cringed away from his touch, and tried to lean out of his way.



"Orochimaru-san."



The older man stopped in his tracks; he looked down at Naruto in irritation and then turned around to meet the owner of that voice. Sasuke stood there in all his furious glory, his impassive mask cracking with repressed anger. Even the lighting made it look like his eyes were blazing a bloody red.



"May I ask what you were doing to my employee?" it wasn't really a question, it was obvious to Sasuke what was about to happen.



Orochimaru shrugged his shoulders and gave a confident smile. "Nothing at all, I was only apologizing for bumping into him," he said and walked past Sasuke without fear.



Naruto on the other hand couldn't move, he just stood there; well it was more like he was trying to stand. His legs felt like jelly, he shook violently, his blue eyes were wide with fear, and his mouth was stuttering open and shut, as if he was trying to breathe only for no air to reach his lungs. Fear had gripped him completely.



"Naruto," Sasuke called out, placing his hand on the blonde's shoulder. He grimaced when the other flinched, angry at himself that he wasn't at the blonde's side quicker.



Carefully he manoeuvred Naruto away from the wall and towards the staff room, leading the blonde towards a set of changing room. "Go change," he ordered.



Naruto moved slowly inside the cubical, unbuttoning his shirt, not really taking notice of the raven-haired man standing behind him. He peeled away the wet shirt, ignoring how the soaked fabric skimmed along his sides. Sasuke kept on looking, his sharp dark eyes memorizing the lines and ridges of the lean body in front of him. It seemed like Naruto didn't even realise what he was doing; he seemed to be going about the task like he was walking through a dream. Naruto dropped the soaked shirt into his duffle bag and just stood there staring at the panelled wooden wall as if it held the answers to his questions.



"Why does this keep happening to me?" the blonde murmured, and his shoulders sagged.



"It's the business…"



Naruto turned to stare at him, and the look in the blonde's eyes made his heart clench. Just like before…



"And what about you, am I also just business to you?" he asked.



Sasuke stared at him, and then took a step towards the blonde and reached out to cup his tanned face. "Do you want to be more?"



"I-I don't know…" he replied uncertainly.



"Don't mistake my intentions, Naruto; I don't do things by half."



The blonde frowned, "And Kimimaro?"



Sasuke smirked when he detected the slight hint of jealously seeping through the blonde's voice. At least now he knew that he was getting through to him. "I don't give out my attention without reason."



"Should I feel privileged then?" Naruto snapped back.



"Maybe not privileged, but you definitely should be pleased."



This struck another painful cord within the blonde; he scowled and shoved the raven off him with a snarl. "I'm sorry sir," he said harshly. "But I must get back to work." Then he turned back around and struggled to get dressed.



Sasuke gritted his teeth in fury; he punched the cubical beside him and left the changing room with an angry stride.



Naruto waited 'til the footsteps faded off before resting his head against the cool wall. Hoping that he would soon stop shaking from the suppressed fear and anger, and wondered what he had gotten himself into.





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Getting into the club was easy enough. Sakura was more than willing to part with the platinum card her daddy had gotten her, so that he could enter the Club. Neji wore a crisp black Armani suit and a crimson tie that held his clan's family symbol on it. Even though he wasn't part of the Hyuuga family anymore he kept a few of their belongings. The Symbol still held power just like the Uchiha fan; whoever saw it wouldn't question the wearer, and gave reason to why he would own a platinum card.



Soon he found an open booth and sat down, and a random waiter came and he ordered himself a martini. Now all he had to do was sit down and wait. He soon spotted his target; not that easy to miss that blonde hair, it was like a beacon in the dimly lit club.



Unbelievably bright blonde hair, wonderful olive-tanned skin. and eyes so blue that they would put the summer sky to shame. He could also guess that under that uniform the blonde had a nice body as well. He was a beauty alright, and Neji could understand why Sasuke would go for him rather than… well, anyone else. Neji felt almost sorry for what he had to do, this man was innocent and really had no reason to be pulled into a silly girl's jealous tirade.



But Neji guessed it was too late for that, being in a relationship with a Yakuza was never safe.



The question however that everyone wonders would be what he was doing helping someone as honourless as the Haruno's. It was for the same reason he decided to leave his family behind and follow the life of a rough assassin.



It was for answers, information. Whenever he did a job for the Haruno's, he had a chance to use their extensive information service. Their connections reached far deep into the underground, further than the Hyuuga's could ever go. With every job he did he was a step closer to getting what he needed.



No matter what the price.



"Would you like anything else to drink, sir?" well speak of the devil, it was the blonde man himself, although the young Hyuuga had to admit he had never seen anyone so tired. There were bags under his stunning blue eyes, as if hadn't slept in days.



"No I'm fine, but I guess I should ask if you're alright."



"Me, sir? I'm fine, sir."



"Please don't say that, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that you aren't feeling well."



Naruto was stunned; an embarrassed blush crept onto his face, which only seemed to have gotten worse when the handsome man chuckled. He reminded Naruto of Sasuke; he was tall with such elegant features, pale skin, charcoal black hair pulled into a loose ponytail, and his eyes were a dull silver that almost looked white in the dim light. Naruto would have almost thought that the man was blind if it weren't for the fact that he was looking straight at him. Yet unlike Sasuke the man was smiling, and that's where the similarities between him and Sasuke stopped.



Because Sasuke didn't smile…



"I really am fine sir, but thank you for asking," he replied with a short bow, and turned around to walk away.



"Are you sure, it isn't just boyfriend trouble, is it?"



The blonde froze in mid-step, was he really that obvious? Although calling the Uchiha his boyfriend was a step too far. He was a stalker at best. Just thinking back to the Uchiha made his blood boil.



"I'm guessing by your facial expression that I am correct?" the other man commented.



Naruto frowned. "He isn't my boyfriend," he said through gritted teeth.



"Hehe, if you say so. My name is Hyuuga Neji by the way."



"Naruto, Uzumaki Naruto," the blonde replied back.



"Well Naruto, whoever this guy is, 'boyfriend' or not, he's probably a dick for treating you this way."



Naruto couldn't help but smile. "Right, he is a teme," he muttered. "But it was my mistake for being such a fool I guess."



"Everyone makes mistakes; all it takes is a second chance, so how about I invite you out for a drink?"



Naruto was startled by the invitation; he didn't expect it. Sure, there were plenty of patrons who invited him for a drink, but usually they were drunk themselves or just real jerks. This guy seemed genuinely nice, and maybe he should try it. Yes, Naruto would call himself completely heterosexual, but recently… recently he wondered why shouldn't he give it a try. What would be the harm in that?



It wasn't like a drink was going to kill him.



And this was better then Orochimaru.



"Alright, I agree. I have the day off tomorrow, so we can, so you can pick me up then," he said with a smile.



They exchanged phone numbers, and Naruto gave him his address, before returning back to his work. He didn't notice the smirk that spread on Neji's face as he left, nor the disturbing presence looming in the background.



Sasuke cursed inwardly; the shot glass in his hand almost shattered under the pressure he was applying to it. He didn't know who the man was that Naruto was having a conversation with, but he knew that they had exchanged numbers, and the thought of Naruto being with anyone else…



If he was any less of a person he would have gone over there and beaten the shit out of that girly boy. But he didn't. He didn't do anything. He didn't know why he should care. Naruto wasn't anything to him, he was just a pretty little waiter with a cute butt, that's all. Nothing but eye candy.



Kami, he didn't think he could believe that himself.



Sasuke slammed the glass down on the table, attracting the attention of a few others, but he didn't care. He owned this club, and if he wanted to get drunk he would.



"Uchiha-san."



The owner turned around when he heard a familiar voice. He glared at the effeminate man standing behind him.



"What do you want, Haku?"



"Sir, don't you think you've had enough?"



"Hn…" Yeah, maybe he did have one too many; he had been drinking non-stop all day. At the same time however he didn't want to stop; at least this way he could numb his mind and try to forget those dazzling blue eyes.



"No, not enough yet," he mumbled and reached for the bottle again, only for it to suddenly disappear.



"Sasuke, I really think you've had enough."



Obsidian eyes looked up to meet the disappointed stare of Kakashi. The older man held the vodka bottle in his right hand, while the other was firmly placed inside his pocket. Sasuke smirked and leaned back in his chair.



"And who are you to tell me when I've had enough, Kakashi?" his voice was slurred, and usually he wouldn't have talked like this to the older man. At the same time however he didn't really gave a damn.



They could all go to hell for all he cared.



"Zabuza, grab him and take him upstairs, he needs a cold shower and some rest."



Sasuke only heard a grunt before someone grabbed him from behind and hoisted him up. In his drunken state he could only growl in protest as the older burly man took him up and brought him to his private room, and was thrown on the bed. He only barely heard the large man exiting the room; for someone of such a large size, Zabuza could move around like a ghost.



For the next few minutes he just laid there, staring blankly at the ceiling, hoping that something, anything would happen. Yet nothing did, and then it hit him. Like a football smacking him straight in the face. It was a realization that he didn't want to admit, because it was an emotion that he didn't usually feel. One that he cursed and denied ever since he was young, because that emotion meant you were weak, and open to attack. He had been taught that, he believed in that.



Yet here he was, going through the one thing he didn't even think existed.



Love.



He was in love… he was in love with an idiot.



He was in love with an idiotic blonde-haired, blue-eyed ball of sunshine. A stubborn piece of eye candy.



Slowly Sasuke stood up from the king-sized bed and calmly walked into the bathroom, where he proceeded to throw up in the toilet.





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Oh dear, Sasuke finally understands his feelings… I didn't even think it was possible!



Either way I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter, and I shall return to my revision.



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Oh and another special treat I did some art work in relation to this fic. Its the chracters covered in yakuza tattoo!



(Sasuke) http://rakasha3.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2teefd

(Gaara) http://rakasha3.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2tg0hu

(Neji) http://rakasha3.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2tgh1w

(Itachi) http://rakasha3.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2thbmc

(Haku and Zabuza) http://rakasha3.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2tj7ue



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