Mutiny

Mutiny
By: samejima_uchia

Prologue: Alone in Kyoto


disclaimer: My name would end with Uchiha if I owned Naruto

[Just to clear things up a bit, this is written in Naruto POV and is an alternate universe fan fic. The plot line is a little cumbersome at the moment, so suggestions (please no flames!) are heavily appreciated.]


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I sighed, hearing the muffled ‘beat’ of the door being shut and the malevolent echo of his departing footsteps outside my apartment door. My resolve to call out to him in one final appeal; to stop him, grew fainter with each blanketed fall of his bare feet against the stairs.

Why would he listen when he didn’t even bother to take his shoes? He hadn’t even bothered to say goodbye. . . . .

Turning, I lifted my face to the open window as a strong wind swept by. As the cold air was smeared against my face, racking through my disheveled hair, I quickly succumbed to wistful desire. I indulged myself, tasting the memories, I had preserved of him.

He was my prisoner in that renegade fantasy. In that selfish dream where he remained mine forever.

Snapping out of my daze, I looked out the window, watching the undone figure of Sasuke slip into his car and drive away. I smelt rain. I felt the uneasiness that was carried by the distant, subdued roll of thunder.

I knew that feeling. The familiar litany of my own private apprehension.

It was a moonless night. Canopies of blinking constellations were hidden under the heavy shroud of storm clouds. Lost to the wary eyes of onlookers beneath the whorls of concurrent darkness as streams of thunder flashed against the black sky overhead.


It was typical November evening in Kyoto. Cold, overcast, and raining. The rain had begun earlier that morning as a weak drizzle and had continued throughout the night. Progressing steadily into a heavy storm. The rain left the city slick and darkened with water. As the buildings glistened in their malevolent prestige, they closed over us like a lid, in their mock majestic stature.

We felt like the only two people in that stormy Japanese city.

We complained bitterly about being caught in the storm so unexpectedly as we struggled over the garbage and ice clogged gutters. Grumbling between our stolen kisses as we rushed into the warmth of my apartment complex on Twenty-Third Street. Sasuke swore loudly beneath his breath with a sharp sigh, complaining that my inattentiveness was rubbing off on him. I couldn’t help but smile knowingly beneath his gentle admonishments. Knowing that it had really been the older boy’s anticipation to see me that night that had caused him to not check the weather reports online that day. I had forgotten for exactly the same reason.

We were mauled by the storm. And eventually forced to return to my apartment shortly after my classes had ended for the day. Our coats were drenched in the streams of freezing rain water. Our hair was plastered to our foreheads in overly wet rivulets, adhering to both skin and fabric alike without discrimination. It was glaringly obvious that we had been without cover during the storm.

Wrungs of dark hair hung in strands of dripping rivulets down his pale cheeks, ghosting against his dark, staving eyes and blood parched lips as he mouthed to me from across the empty room.

‘‘Uzumaki.”


I was caused with apprehension. Dreading the words I knew he would be inevitably forced to say.


“You’re leaving again.” It wasn’t a question.


He nodded sharply, staring with a relentless fixation on his fisted hands, avoiding my gaze.


“When?” I asked.


“Tomorrow.”


I bowed my head, attempting to hide my insidious reluctance with a forced a smile.


My body had become too heavy. I was drowning.


We were marooned in my apartment, emotionally shipwrecked in each other’s presence. We were stranded within the brick confines of the two room flat until the storm abated. Planning acts of mutiny against each-other. We built resolve and broke it. Struggling in the heavy silence of my living room to say our final goodbyes.

Sasuke would be leaving tomorrow for New York by plane. As was demanded by his older brother Itachi to foresee the development of the Uchiha Corporation’s American branch. Sasuke had reluctantly taken the position as the head chairman of the maturing branch. It was after all Sasuke’s first ambition to please Itachi . . . . . Even if that meant the sacrifice of many priceless relationships.

He stalked towards me in braced strides as I stood braced against the wall. It was in that heady tempo of his deliberated steps that I floundered. Drowning within his ambiguous darkness. His relentless stare.

Drunk on infected desire and the listless grip of his embrace, I crumpled to my knees, giving him better purchase of my body as he extended his arms to embrace me. He groveled before me, on bared hands and knees.

Our bodies were crushed, pressed flush against one another as he crawled over me, straddling my hips. Leaving loosely lanced gasps in our wake, begging each for his possession. His fingers kissed my lips in anticipative streams, thumbing the florid flesh between their calloused tips. And I bruised and battered him with each suppressed breath of pleasure.

We wounded each other with hungry open-mouth kisses, as teeth and tongue scrapped against another, drawing blood to the surface of our lips. Our kisses were meant to hurt . They were vindictive. Filled with my suppressed anger and his guilt.

Our breath mingled. Ascending upon the air like frozen plumes with each exhalation of seconds. As his breath, stained with his expensive brandy and cigarettes, sounded in warm, ragged pants against the base of my neck.

I clenched my eyes shut, throwing my head back with a ferment moan as his fingers skittered, moving down to my chest and back up my arms. My pale lashes stippled my flushed cheeks as he eased the folds of silk from my shoulders, his eager lips lancing over an erect nipple.

Fingers furled and Sasuke drew at the waist of my trousers with a renewed vehemence. His fingers racked across my bared hips in painful succession, weight lent upon mine.

I lay there naked, flushing under the vigil of his heated gaze. Everything about him was warm. His hunger, his touch . . . . . The way his husky breath sounded against my temples in mild amusement at the audacious display of my body. And with the undelineated mummer of his name I arched into his touch, cupped within the palm of his hand as he coaxed me into submission with the unbounded stroke of his hand.


“. . . . . Sasuke.”


‘You’re the only one who can save me from drowning.’


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Hopefully I’ll be able to post chapter one when I come back from vacation. Without the long suffering distraction of the outdoors and a communal bathroom! :D Reviews are heavily welcomed, as long as they are constructive. Spare me the flaming please. Domo Arigato -Samejima