When I say...

Title: When I say
Status: WIP
Genre: YAOI
Warning: Possible Three-some/ Angst/ Short Series/ I refuse to tell the rest… or else, you’re going to guess what I’m plotting… I’m so evil!!! Kukuku…
Pairing: SasuNaru / NejiNaru / SaiNaru
Disclaimer:All rights and privileges to Naruto belong to Masashi Kishimoto, Shueisha and associated parties. The characters of this series are used without her permission for the purpose of entertainment only. This work of fiction is not meant for sale.
Trailer: Sequel to Answer the Phone! Sasuke tries to win back Naruto, but what happens when he gets a taste of his own medicine!? And what of Sai?

Chapter One: Dogs and Jealousy

The lights were blinding. Hot on the skin. Thick black wires littered everywhere on the floor. Chatter this, papers flying in mid-air over there, camera flashes and screaming girls. Filled with people doing with their own thing, a manager with an anxiety episode every now and then. This was what surrounded Sasuke in the studio almost everyday.

“Hell if I don’t do anything soon…” I could very well be no better than this air-headed doofus. Sasuke continued internally as he watched uninterested on his pale and lanky manager who was holding his schedule on one hand and trying to pour third session for thirty minutes of coffee on a styro cup on the other while he was waiting for the group of stylists to arrive.

He was completely relaxed on his chair inside the dressing room, elbow resting on one arm of the chair and cheek resting against his palm, he pretty much looked like he was about to grow mushrooms on his back since it was obvious how he was so bored. Bored. Bored.

So he grasped the first thing he could get his hands on, propped well manicured fingers securely on the edges of a bundle of thick white papers and pretended to read, doing a rather good job of acting like the famous star that he was. But his look betrayed nothing of the excitement and dread mixed in with anticipation he was feeling right then. More than a month has passed since their cool off—he refused to describe it as any otherwise.

After having a long vacation in the hospital, covering up the true reasons for his ill-gotten bruise with a lie of him being a victim of punks in the street and several meetings with his personal dermatologist, he convinced himself that he had given Naruto enough time already to have his head cool off and calmly accept Sasuke’s apology and explanation.

He jumped for the opportunity to see him the moment he heard about his manager discussing which group of stylists and crew they should write in the choice list the day before the contract signing. It was the only way he could think of to contact him since Naruto even went as far as changing his number and address just to severe ties with him completely.

The first day since after getting out of the hospital, he had his driver get him to Naruto’s house but it was already deserted because the fiery blonde had already moved out two days before he checked out of the hospital. None of their common friends could give any information about his whereabouts—hell a lost dog would have been easier to find.

He even went as far as going to JustInPro’s main building where Naruto was working but the clerk wouldn’t even let him get past the visitor’s lounge. There was no one to receive his wrath but the production company’s president and a close—too close in his opinion—friend of Naruto’s. Sai.

He knew the penis-bastard was hiding Naruto somewhere in the Chairman’s office, he just had that feeling that was telling him there was something that Naruto had forgotten to say while introducing Sai to Sasuke. That annoying smug smirk was telling him something that there’s something between Sai and Naruto that he could never break apart from the two having a friendly employer-employee relationship.

Sasuke was interrupted from continuing the tragedy themed play inside his head when he heard the familiar beaming voice of the subject of his personal hell at the moment. The cheerful greetings of his co-actors and the crew members including the director of the new series inside the studio told him how Naruto—even having gone from the celebrity behind-the-scenes for a month—had not yet lost his spunk.

He felt his breath hitch, felt how his fingers and toes curled and uncurled and how his neck itched to twist it a little just to give himself a little glance of the ever cheerful blondie. But he got himself together before he lost it and jumped Naruto in front of many people.

But when he cast a stray glance behind the thick script he nearly doubled over out of self-pity, there in front of him was a mirror giving him a full view of the people behind him. Amazing how having a relationship can do to you—well he doesn’t have that now.

Naruto’s hair had gotten longer was the first thing he noticed, still bristly and still blonde but definitely long enough for the bangs to be tied in a pair of short pigtails on either side close to his temples while the shorter ones spiked and covered the nape.

Compared to how Naruto dressed inside the house, the blonde dressed like a hippie during work. Layers of a tank top, fitted long sleeve with an off the shoulder neckline paired with low-waist Capri pants for men, bangles and accessories described his current attire.

According to Naruto, he dresses according to his mood. And because his conservative self was bold enough to try and display such beautiful smooth skin on the neck, shoulder and lower abdomen… it just means to show that he’s single again—and flaunting his wings and feathers to gain attention like a bird looking for the perfect mate.

“Aren’t we shy.” He quickly swiveled his eyes sideways to the direction of the detached voice, narrowing the dark eyes that glitter like obsidian adored by dark mascara and pale face. There was soon a rustling of cloth and the squeaking of the chair beside him and a painted eyebrow arched.

“Excuse me?”

“You don’t look at him that way when people are around, Sasuke.” Said the man with the casual attire of a plain blue tee and slender legs hugged by skinny jeans, picking up another set of the script on the counter before him and browsing through it with an air of aristocracy while flipping it one by one.

“What are you talking about?” He replied, trying to relax shoulders that he didn’t notice had tensed and resting his back on the chair.

“You don’t look at Naruto like you want to fuck him at first glance when people are around—was what I was trying to say Sasuke--” Itachi raised his brows as he watched Sasuke fumble around with the script that he’d just let slip from his hands while trying to regain his bruised dignity, landing on the lap but then sliding and landing down the ground Itachi then continued what he was going to say next. “But then, because you were being a dinosaur brained pochi that was pretending to be stupid I had to say it again and waste my cheek and tongue muscles on you.”

At that Itachi sighed and put his attention back to his script, he crossed his legs putting the script on it and slouched comfortably, resting his head on his knuckle after propping his elbow on one of the chair’s arms imitating perfectly Sasuke’s posture earlier.

“They could use a little exercise too you know.” Sasuke growled, nearly slamming the piece of abused papers on the counter. “And you didn’t say the same thing twice!”

“I said ‘say it again’, they were different in phrase but they contain the same meaning, I don’t see the reason why I should use words that I’ve already said earlier.” Itachi reasoned without really paying attention to the growing crease on his little brother’s forehead but instead continued to flip the pages every minute or so.

“Whatever—you were late again. Can’t you be more professional? You’re the only one that the crew’s waiting so we could start.”

“You were just too early. Like the obedient pochi that you are. Besides, what’s the actor to do when his stylist is late too?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“What—I can call my pochi of a brother whatever name I like.”

“Well I’m not a dog.”

“But you have dog mechanism.”

“What—” Before Sasuke could restart their tongue war that had started way back when he still called Itachi ‘nii-chan’ the subject of their growing fondness of each other suddenly appeared out of nowhere and grabbed for the metal rim of the back of Itachi’s chair and greeted them with utmost enthusiasm.

“Hello pii-chan! We’re going to work together again!” Greeted Naruto in a cheeky smile. Sasuke’s body suddenly straightened against his will and his eyes shot towards the mirror in front of him, staring hard at his reflection in the mirror that looked paler than his usual mannequin-like complexion.

“Good morning, Naruto. Please take care of me the way you did our last project together.” Itachi greeted back, bowing his head a little and offering a smile as grateful as his cheek muscles could take which was just a twitch of the corner of his mouth. Through their years of working together, Itachi had learned to ignore the warmth he would always feel every time Naruto would call him that, if he was feeling embarrassed about the childish nickname he ignored it, if Naruto was calling you a nickname of some sort or the other, instead of being offended you should be grateful, since the only people who are able to get nicknames from the blonde are those who he really trusts.

When Naruto greeted Sasuke, Itachi watched with intense observation how the smile had faded a little and turned forced and cold, how the blonde’s voice sounded constricted and the greeting formal and civil. Sasuke could only nod and pretend to mind his own business with the poor script which was begging for some proper care when it’s threatening to be turned to shreds.

“I heard you were having a problem with your stylist, poor girl, you left her crying last taping pii-chan.” Naruto’s voice practically chirped as he moved to put the proper tools on the counter before Itachi while the latter just shrugged and answered nonchalantly.

“She tried to cut my hair.”

“I am not going to ask what’s with the longhair, pii-chan.”

“You were gone for a month. This is the first time you took a vacation in five years.” Naruto’s hands twitched ever so slightly but nothing could escape the observant gaze of the older Uchiha.

“Well I needed some time off.”

“You deserve a break. I heard there was some bastard who was stalking you?” Sasuke fought with all his might not to cringe but he didn’t receive the expected accusing glare instead he heard Naruto laugh.

“Nah, it’s stopped after I changed my address I’m sure he’s already learned his lesson—over here!!!” Naruto waved at Itachi’s personal assistant wheeling the rack filled with a set of clothes they were going to use for the taping and waited until the boy no younger than fifteen arrived. He instructed Itachi to stand before him while the boy was preparing the makeshift curtain.

It was a large studio which they made to be the interior of the main characters’ house and to provide efficiency since the characters were almost all males they had the dressing room inside the studio itself. The makeshift curtain was just for formality and to keep Itachi from being jumped by any stray fan girls.

The short series told the story of two brothers befitting their roles, set in an all boy’s school which was based off a shonen-ai magazine story which was converted into a manga. The elder who was protective of the younger although he doesn’t look like it and who will be soon finding out about his younger brother’s sexual orientation and his male lover. How the two will cope with each other’s internal and external problems with their family when the younger is outed by their mother, school life and friends will develop their character in the series as the story goes on.

“Waah pii-chan, you look like you’ll pass a student dressed in gakuran! Oh—wait, don’t move, I’ll adjust the collar.”

*Gakuran-I just learned this stuff. It’s the public school boys’ uniform, standing collar, black blazers black pants. The kind that bishies who make out in school wears.

Naruto moved to adjust Itachi’s collar, standing in tiptoes since Itachi was a lot taller than him while the older Uchiha watched from his peripheral vision how Sasuke seethed internally with jealousy.

“So this older brother figure, is he strict or some rebel? I need some info so I could adjust them.”

“Hn, the director is confident enough to let you do that.” Itachi commented. “He’s not a rebel but not a straight-laced student. Overprotective, he acts like he can take a battalion of bad guys with confidence… hotshot, cool…” Itachi’s voice faded from describing his character in the series when he caught a glance of himself in the mirror.

The inside pointed white collar was pulled out and the black blazer was opened, the sleeves were folded to elbow length so that they look like jackets with the white of the inside sleeve showing. He felt Naruto put some hair behind his ear and attach a single ruby earring at the right and prop eye glasses on him.

“You’re…”

“Genius I know. Now for the hair…”

“I know I’m going to trouble you--” Itachi was interrupted from having to apologize to Naruto about not cutting his hair while taking his seat when Naruto cut him off.

“Don’t be. It’s my job, so if you’re really troubling me, then I’m not qualified to be in this field. Now what to do with your hair…”

Itachi was starting to feel guilty because of Naruto, since from the very first time that he starred in his shift from modeling to acting Naruto was the one who he always looked for when talking about his personally choice of stylist. Not many—no one can do it like Naruto can who respects his choice and can always find a way to make him look good. Naruto never asked why he didn’t want to cut it or convinced him to have it cut in anyway, all he always asks at the end of each session was ‘did you like it?’ followed by a smile.

Very few knew about what went on between his brother and Naruto so he could relate a little about his character in the series. But since he was the type to mind his own business he never got in the way of their relationship after realizing the meaning behind those gooey eyed stares and secret flirting with empty hand gestures and smiles. It’s not that he didn’t care, he just liked watching from behind like a director who would only interrupt when something goes wrong.

But since it looks like his brother could still handle it, he’d just stand back and watch for a while.

He watched Naruto pace behind him in front of the mirror, blue eyes would sometimes switch from him to Naruto’s own face then back again, before he saw a smirk slowly come its way between lip-balmed lips.

“You mind if we trim it a little?”

“How much?” Was his first concern.

“You know me when I say little pii-chan. But I’m going to use thinning shears. Layer the sideburns and the bangs to about the length of your chin. But we’ll leave the ones at the back.”

Trusting it on the nickname and that Naruto trusted him too, he coincided with whatever Naruto was planning, it was never bad with Naruto when it comes to his hair so he nodded. And Naruto grinned back at him, completely ignoring the sulking pochi beside them who in the fifteen minutes that they were talking about Itachi’s look had not spared a glance on his script. He didn’t care, he can memorize them later when Itachi’s not around anymore…

+++

“Tadaaa!” Naruto spread his arms behind Itachi right after turning the chair Itachi was sitting on around to face the director, he grinned excitedly, satisfied of his handsome work of Itachi’s doll-like face.

Itachi couldn’t tell what comment Naruto would receive from the director and the rest of the staff but it was needless to say that with just the look on their faces that he did a great job, points for him who suppressed his anxiety every time he would hear the blades of the shears meet behind him.

“This is great Naruto! You did another miracle!” Squealed Temari who was their co-star from behind.

“Who could have thought that Uchiha here would ever let his hair get cut?”

“Only you, Naruto.” The director shook his head with a smile and then took a glance at Itachi’s younger brother before his lips shut tight and he flinched.

The younger of the two was emanating dangerous homicidal aura from his seat, unflinching, and stiff, dark eyes concentrated on the mirror in front of him instead.

“But why pig-tail?” Asked the director, a little intrigued of the idea and also trying hard to take his attention away from Sasuke. They were going to have problems if Sasuke decided that he suddenly had a headache and didn’t want to continue.

“Pony-tail is too common.” Naruto answered. “Top-knot, too samurai-ish and it’d make him look effeminate.” He folded his arms. “So I thought I’d do some adjustments and… voila! ‘coz you see, pii-chan looks hot in any kind of hair style long as it’s not an over kill to look good. Simple is good for a time like this. And you can only do so much with your hair when you’re a boy in high school with long hair that has issues with a gay brother and midterm exams.”

Itachi saw how Sasuke’s body tensed if not more at the mention of him looking hot, Sasuke certainly wasn’t envious of Itachi’s ‘hot’ look but because it was Naruto who said them.

“Where’d you find the glasses?” Asked another one of the staff who took care of the costumes.

“Oh they’re mine. I use them only for reading but we have to get him ones without grade on them or he’s going to have a headache. I thought I’d experiment a little, since pii-chan here said the guy in the series is a little smart.”

“Director! We’re finished with the preparation, let’s start already if you’re done over there!” Shouted one of the camera-men, gathering the attention of the others and reminding them to get back to their own positions and review their script.

As the people started to thin around the three Naruto proceeded to add some finishing touches, like putting his own silver ring on Itachi’s middle finger and brushing off some stray bangs that had stuck on the smooth forehead because of a little sweat. If Itachi didn’t know better he’d say that Naruto was doing it on purpose just to spite Sasuke, but Naruto was only doing his job, he was always like that during work.

Friendly and never letting a stray imperfection in the faces, hair and clothes of the people he deals with there was nothing odd about the blonde’s actions but he could still remember earlier how Sasuke would flinch, clench his fists around the armchair or on the script he was holding, lock his jaw hard every time Naruto’s hand would touch his neck or face especially during the time when Naruto had to bend down face to face with Itachi because he had to put on make up.

While Sasuke found it strange, really strange as he slowly stood up from his seat and walked towards the set to recite his lines why—he was standing, walking firmly with both feet flat on the cold floor—why he was feeling giddy and as if his limbs were going in the opposite direction, as if the ground below him was shaking.

There was this prickly feeling in his chest, something hot in the middle of his throat that no water could make go away, and why, suddenly does he hate his brother’s existence so much? To him Itachi was his idol, that was why he entered modeling in the first place and shifted to acting and yet still continued to study and finish his master’s degree. In all he did, he did his best with impressing his brother in his mind he never once felt an ounce of envy towards him.

“S-Sasuke-kun?” As if something had jerked him back to consciousness again he gasped and looked around, finding a heart shaped kind and concern face.

“Hinata-san.” He was only barely able to cover the constriction of his throat, that hand around his arm helped him gain some ground and steady himself.

“Are you alright? You’re shaking, and your sweat is cold. Maybe we should skip your scene first? Until you’re all better I’ll go tell director-san.”

“No I… I’m fine… just lack of sleep. I’ll get co—”

“Senpai!? What are you doing here?” A loud outburst from Naruto took Sasuke’s attention away from Hinata and he quickly searched for the blonde, while Hinata followed suit, oriental lilac eyes widening a little as the two watched the cheerful exchange between Naruto and a tall revered-looking young man.

“Nii-san? What is he doing here?”

“You know him Hinata-san?” He questioned with tenacity that almost made the woman jump from the deadly tone.

“Y-yes, Neji-niisan is my cousin. I didn’t know he and Naruto-san were acquainted…”

“That’s sensei already Naruto… so you’re working here?” The man smiled a little, looking Naruto up and down and with awe written all over his place anybody could tell he was admiring him. “You look… different.”

“Different good or different bad?” Naruto turned around like a woman in front of her husband asking him what she looks like.

“You definitely look better in them. Are you an actor too?”

“No!” Naruto chuckled, bracing a hand on his hip. “I’m a stylist. So seeing me here means you did a good job.” And the blonde raked his fingers across the bangs that had fallen loose and wild around his forehead and face since he used the elastics on his hair for Itachi’s own.

“So, what are you doing here? Don’t tell me you were looking for me, ‘cuz I definitely would believe you.”

“I would have liked to lie to you for that reason but, I’m looking for my cousin--”

“Ni-Nii-san! O-Over here!!!” Seeing as the Uchiha beside her looks about ready to trudge into war she sensed that it was time to end their little chi-chat for a while and walked bristly towards them.

“Hinata? Oi I knew you looked like someone I know!” Naruto pointed at Neji.

“Na-Naruto-san… Neji-nii-san…”

“Hinata, your father wanted me to tell you that he was going to have a month long business trip and your relatives on the mother side are going to come over. I was on the area so I thought I’d drop by.”

“Neji-niisan I’m sorry for troubling you. Father could have just called…” Hinata bowed deeply, a little embarrassed that his father just had to have Neji trouble himself for a simple message as that. His nii-san wasn’t her caretaker or servant he’s already got a life of his own and she’s already old enough.

“Don’t worry, I myself wanted to see how you work. When are you going to finish?”

“Well… we usually finish by around four in the morning but since my scene is just three on this episode I guess I can leave before dinner.”

“That’s good. Don’t worry they said they’ll arrive pretty late so you can rest before receiving them. Really I’d wish you had another brother or a husband to--”

“Ni-niisan I’m still young!” She interrupted, earning a chuckle from Naruto who’d been observing the two for a while.

“I was just saying what’s been on my mind lately.”

“But this isn’t the proper place to do that senpa-sensei.” Naruto braced a hand over Neji’s shoulder and the long-haired man sighed, surrendering from the two since he was outnumbered.

“Scene III Act II, we’re rolling in ten! Get ready!” Hinata recognizing her scene looked over the director and back to Neji and Naruto.

“Sorry Neji-niisan I can’t take care of you for now, I have to go and work.”

“Go on I’m fine. Since Naruto is going to take care of me instead.”

“I didn’t know you two know each other… how were you acquainted?”

“Well uh—Hinata-chan you see…”

“Kyaa!” The three searched for the source of the female shriek and their gazes fixed on the trembling nervous girl who was quickly wiping with her sleeve Sasuke’s clothes on the chest part that had been spilled with what looked like coffee.

“Don’t touch me!” But her hand was swatted away, the poor girl already at the receiving end of Sasuke’s wrath she could only stand before him in a cowering position under his glare. “Next time don’t offer something that you can’t do. Director.” He barked, leaving even the director a little nervous and not confident with his authority.

“Y-yes Sasuke.”

“I want her fired right this instant. Tell that to the producer, we don’t need useless people here.”

“B-but Sasuke we just can’t--”

“I’m taking a break for the day.” He said unflinchingly while removing the soiled blazer and undershirt baring his dashboard abs and a healthy ripple of lean muscles, he shot the floor where Naruto and the rest were standing particularly on Neji’s custom made leather shoes before throwing his clothes on the floor like it was scum before heading out of the studio.

Immediately murmurs around the staff started to rise, comments about Sasuke’s arrogant and Devil-may-care attitude circulated and spread out like wild fire.

“… ot.”

“Huh? Naruto-san did you say something?” Hinata inquired, believing to have heard something from their stylist.

“That idiot!” Naruto barked, making Hinata and Temari and Tenten who was already approaching them to jump a little. They watched Naruto run out the room, Tenten suggesting that maybe Naruto was going to stop Sasuke since in history Naruto was the only one ever to tame that Sasuke while everyone thought let sleeping dogs lie and left him alone.

First Itachi and then that old man!? Naruto was flying from one flower to another like an unsatisfied bee in front of him. He just realized what he’d done to that poor girl when he was already on his way to the elevator, he repeatedly pushed the downward button while shaking his head willing for the image of that crying girl who he suddenly remembered had told him how she idolized him and wanted to be like him someday, Naruto’s smile and glittering blue eyes reflecting that man’s face, how they were so friendly with each other. Everything he saw was irritating if not Naruto.

“Shit… Shit!!!”

What was wrong with him!? Not even a tranquilizer could calm him down now, he’s already in pieces!

“Hey! Hey Sasuke wait up!” He paused midway from banging all his misery’s to the poor elevator door and turned around to face an angry Naruto coming his way.

“What… what the hell’s your problem huh!?” Naruto stopped in front of him, putting both hands to rest against his knees as he tried to regulate his breath. “Shit man, you run this fast?”

“What do you want?” He said coldly, that cool emotionless mask quickly slipping on his face soon as it became obvious that he didn’t want this side of him, this weakness to be seen by Naruto.

“Go back.” Naruto raised his head, leveling a commanding glare towards Sasuke.

But to Sasuke it did nothing but light his desire and awaken sleeping fantasies and memories of the past.

“Like hell.” He pretended to ignore, and reluctantly shook his gaze away from Naruto towards the light that was slowly coming to their floor.

“I’m telling you to go back. Quit causing trouble for people and apologize to that girl. She didn’t mean it and if you weren’t feeling well you didn’t have to take it out on her.”

Sasuke just realized that that was their first real conversation after the messy break up they had a month ago.

“Are you saying I’m the one who should apologize when she was the one who ruined my shirt?”

“That shirt isn’t even yours because I’m the one that made them! And she just ruined the costume, you ruined her view of you Sasuke. She looked up to you!”

Those words took him aback, because they were true and it left him silent and willing for the elevator to open quickly.

“Why the hell should I care. Let them think what they want. I don’t give fuck anymore.” He grumbled, not expecting for Naruto to fist on the tee he had donned on quickly from his bag and he was shoved against the elevator door. The wind was knocked out of him, the metallic door snatching out a lungful of hair sending him coughing and heaving baby cologne scented air and ragged breathing that smelled of mint gums.

“Look I don’t know what your problem is, but your princely assholeness is affecting the progress of the project. We don’t have time for a sulking kid whose acting is in comparison to that of a clown’s. You have nothing special on you but your face Sasuke. Talent is something that cannot be bought. Work hard Sasuke, because there’s nota feeling in this world that will make you feel better than doing the things that people thought you can’t do. Don’t act tough when this is your first project that you even had to audition for. What I am telling you is to suck it up and prove to them that you’re not just some dress up doll for display. You are ruining everything for yourself and for the people who care for you Sasuke… especially your brother…” As the words started to sink in the grip and the voice also started to mellow down as well and at last Naruto let go and his face went out of Sasuke’s closer supervision, he slid down the metal door and landed softly on the tiled floor not missing his brother’s hurt face behind Naruto.

When he looked into those depths they held the very meaning of what Naruto was telling him, it was true because he knew that Naruto went through the same thing, many things had happened and problems arose before Naruto got into the place he was in now.

It took a while, before he was able to lift his head and stare at Naruto and Itachi. The two of them both looked so big, when compared to him he was like an overgrown puppy that still hasn’t gotten over the puberty stage. And he thought Naruto was a brat.

“I…”

“If you’ve got something to say, stand up and go back Pochi.” This time Sasuke ignored the name call, he bent his head low and regulated his breath. He stared hard on the white tiled floor, on their shoes and when he finally felt that his knees could support his weight he slowly stood up. He was expecting for Naruto to be there, but when he looked up Itachi was the only one left there in the corridor.

“Quit looking like a drenched dog who’s lost his master Pochi.” Itachi said before turning to leave as well.

The first step was always difficult they said, no matter what circumstances Sasuke thought it didn’t apply to him, that it will never apply to him, now he could understand very well.

That girl. The director. The producers. His co-workers. The staff and crew. His brother. Naruto. How could he ever face them all?

“Don’t worry.” He looked up, seeing Itachi’s eyes over the broad shoulder smirking at him. “Dogs can come home even when they are left in an unknown place. That’s what dog-mechanism is, pochi.” At that Itachi turned halfway and this time he was seeing a pure smile.

“Hn… Guess it’s not so bad to be a dog.”

“But Don’t wish to be a real dog pochi. Naruto’s not into bestiality.”

Sasuke’s mouth opened wide in insult, ready to retort but the words never came, he could only chuckle behind his brother as he followed him back to the studio.

“But do you know Pochi? That dogs can only have dog mechanism if their will is strong enough to come back to their master…” Itachi told Sasuke internally as he opened the door to the studio, wishing for Sasuke to realize that sooner.

“Oi, took you long enough!” Naruto grinned.

“Even when the collar and leash is no longer there…” Itachi muttered to himself, looking at Sasuke over his shoulder.

And Sasuke slowly closed the door behind him.

“Hurry up and come back to him Pochi…”

TBC

Random Omake

SHUU: (Shino-mode)I like dogs… you, do you like dogs? Me, I like dogs but not more than I like bugs. And because I like dogs, I like Kiba… but unfortunately Kiba won’t be in here, since it’s short, and since it’s short I converted this into a series, why? (Shikamaru-mode) :yawn: ‘cuz it’s troublesome putting it in individual oneshots yo. :picks nose:

I like Itachi… (back to Shino-mode) but not more than I like Kiba when it comes to personality. But when it comes to pairing, I definitely like Itachi more. And I’m not going to tell you why I like Itachi even more now. Why? Because then I am going to say a spoiler in the Naruto manga that is in chapter 398.

(Hidan-mode) Hail o mighty Binktopia! Ye shall mirror for you are stripped of ye credits which is intolerable and therefore should be punished by HisshouBuraiKen-sama and the rest of the givers of good quality manga scanlation that is Binktopia!!!

Greed is the source of all evils!!!!

Kakuzu: Like yer ass could live without money… :blinks: oh yeah you could. Since all yer ass eats is my cock…

Hidan… the TRUE Hidan: Shut up ‘ya shitty old man! Who needs your shitty old smelly cock anyway!!!

Kakuzu: :Bashes Hidan’s head but the guy lives.. (Of course): Ffu… what a shy guy.

SHUU: ermmm… you guys…

Hidan: You! I wanna kill you! It’s your fault Kakuzu’s hit me! :Points at Shuu:

Kakuzu: Shut your mouth. When your mouth down there isn’t open all your mouth up here ever does is chatter stupidity. Have you always been this stupid?

SHUU: I’m too young for this… :SIGH:

END OF OMAKE

Author’s note and Credits:

‘Dogs can only have dog mechanism if their will is strong enough to come back to their master even when the collar and leash is no longer there.’

About that, I thought about that phrase randomly but the dog-mechanism I get no credit for, I don’t even know if it’s true but I didn’t invent it. It’s all thanks to a yaoi scanlation that I’ve read called ‘As Far as Love permits’ Koi ga bokura yurusu Hani by Motoni Modoru a really great mangaka. The story focuses on the difference between ‘ai’ and ‘ren’ in which Nakamanga translates Ai=love as the purest form of love and ultimate feeling one can have for another, bears fruit and has climax and ren=desire as being in a loving relation ship but less purer than Ai but has really no exact English meaning.

The topics and plot are close to reality. It discusses not only homosexual but also heterosexual relationships well in detail because unlike most yaoi mangas this one doesn’t disregard the role of women in the homosexual society. Although it is sometimes confusing that you will need to read twice or thrice if you still don’t get it and read it still for the fourth time because it’s beautifully made. The sexual scenes aren’t one sided, since they reverse the role sometimes which is needed to define what really homosexual relationships comprise of in the bed scene, if you’re looking for something equally describing YAOI as it is then you should read it. Yama-nashi, Imi-nashi, Ochi-nashi. Because the love between the two men here, Fujio and Yamazaki has no mountain, no climax and no meaning. They just long and long and long and long for each other. Please read!!! And don’t worry it’s a happy ending!

To Kurai: I am going to torture Pochi!!!! Hahahahaha!

Shuu aka Princess Embrace,
That’s all!!!