Entendre

by spookysage

Summary:

Running a corporation was a stressful task, Sasuke knew this well. After being forced by his brother to take a day off, he dresses himself up as somebody else and walks right back into his office building looking for a cup of coffee.

The blue eyed barista he meets is certainly not someone he expected himself to fall in love with, but now Sasuke has to keep up the act of being a nobody just so he can talk to the idiot.

Notes:

Wazzah!

I’m excited to be starting this story, I hope it makes for a good read. I plan to update once or twice a week at the moment so bear with me.

Sasuke’s penthouse is within the footnotes if ya wanna see. It’s very nice and very unnecessary but you can do whatever you want when you’re that rich, so who cares!

Chapter 1: Convergence

"Mr. Uchiha, I'm very much certain that I would be best for this position. With my work experience, expertise, and superior education, I am confident that I can assist in taking this company's digital marketing to a new level."

Sasuke sorted through the man's documents, glancing at the pieces of text that were not as pronounced as the interviewee's bigger qualifications. "I am glad to hear that, Yuhi. While your previous work experience is definitely impressive, I hope you realize that the position you are requesting is mid-level. We usually expect a form of education further than a bachelor's." Sasuke raised his eyes from the documents, waiting for the brunette man to begin defending himself as they often do.

The man fiddled with his hands and visibly dropped confidence. "I understand that sir, but I believe that I should be made an exception for as a result of the vast material I have learned from an Ivy League college." The man made sure to emphasize that fact.

Sasuke almost wanted to roll his eyes. Some people thought that since their well-off parents bribed the schoolboards into letting them in, they were instantaneously smarter than everyone in the building. Often times the case was the complete opposite, he would bet this idiot has never even learned to do laundry because it's the maid's job or the wife's job. He definitely seems like the type.

"Even so, I don't believe that I can decisively move you through the hiring process any further." Sasuke stood up and walked towards the man's side of the room, amusedly watching his expression switch to being on the verge of tears. "Thank you for your time and interest in our company, Yuhi." He stretched his arm out to shake hands with the man. "Unfortunately, this is the last we'll be seeing of each other, have a good afternoon."

The polished brunette man begrudgingly accepted the handshake and stood up.

"Karin, please escort him to the exit." His redheaded assistant nodded and began walking beside the man, gesturing out the doorway.

Sasuke walked back to his desk and sank down in his chair, sighing heavily. Working in corporate environments meant having to constantly deal with self entitled assholes who grew up being wealthy and thought that life was easy, because all they'd need to get by is to boast their pompous family names and to persuade others to do what they want for money.

Nine years ago, he began this company with his brother while being only eighteen years old. Now, they were the primary company providing financial advisory counselors internationally. Uchiha Financial had two headquarters, one in San Francisco which Sasuke managed and one in Tokyo that Itachi managed. The two brothers managed to amass the company to 10 figures in such a short period of time. Granted, nine years is generally not a short period of time, although in the business world it was an incredible feat. 

Sure, it may have been hypocritical to deny others mid-level positions without at least a master's degree considering Sasuke never even went to college, but the man had standards. Him and his brother were a rare exception to those standards, and respectfully, the only exception.

Sasuke began dutifully checking up on his emails and messages, responding to them in a short and courteous manner. After having responded to all his employees, the raven haired man pressed his assistant's intercom button with an ivory finger. "Karin, schedule another wave of interviews."

He heard back after a few seconds. "Still haven't found the right one?"

He clicked his tongue, responding with, "Nope." disappointedly.

The raven began sorting through the day's appointments. He had completed all the scheduled interviews so far and not one of them had looked promising, they all had quite the ego and even though some were applying for entry-level positions, which is why he let the 'Ivy Leage Man' through in the first place, they commonly raised their position expectations to a higher role. Sasuke could not believe the audacity of some people.

The rest of the day consisted of meetings with employees who Sasuke knew were just going to suggest being given higher positions or wages, and one associate wanting to increase their advertisement impressions on the Uchiha Financial website.

Sasuke was incredibly tired. Not physically, but mentally.

He absolutely hated dealing with people, especially Americans. He got the shorter end of the stick with deciding to stay in San Francisco while his brother set up in Tokyo. Japanese people were much more tolerable and his brother seemed to know that when they decided to begin the second headquarters, Sasuke was just reluctant to change and he was beginning to wish he hadn't been.

He couldn't complain though, he had everything he wanted. Right?

 

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Sasuke stripped the shoes off his feet before he stepped further into his penthouse. The work day had stretched out longer than he had hoped and the raven ended up arriving back home at a quarter past eight.

He strode through the luxurious apartment, glancing at the drizzle of rain that was tapping against the windows. Tonight he was in the mood for pasta, and he was planning to satiate that hunger before he slept.

After gently removing his work clothes in the bedroom's walk-in wardrobe, he caught a glimpse of his half naked body in the mirror's reflection. At least the weekly visits to the gym were doing him favors, although it certainly wasn't attracting anyone he wanted it to. Most of the people drawn to him by his looks were desperate gold diggers and women with no personality. Sasuke had no idea if soulmates existed, but if he already met his, they were probably unfortunately drowned out by the horde of unsuitable women that aimed to garner his attention.

Throwing on a pair of black sweatpants and a dark blue shirt, he made his way back to the kitchen with full intent of preparing himself a nice dinner. He brought out a pot and filled it halfway with water, turning on the heat and slowly bringing it to a boil. The raven took a few minutes to assuredly clean the countertops of any dust and proceeded to bring out a jar of flour, forming a concave shape on his countertop. Once the flour was in the position he wanted it, he cracked the desired amount of eggs directly in the middle of the flour-formed bowl.

His phone began to buzz on the countertop. Sasuke paused and threw the last eggshell into the garbage before washing his hands and picking up the sleek black phone. Glancing at the screen briefly, he answered. "Aniki."

"Ahh, otouto. You sound as joyful as ever."

Sasuke scoffed. "Do you need something 'tachi?"

"Hmm, let me ponder that... not particularly. Although, I thought you would be delighted to find that I will be visiting California in the upcoming week."

Sasuke leaned on the countertop, phone perched to his ear. "Hn, I'm supposed to be giddy about this?"

"I would expect nothing less from you, otouto. I expect celebration balloons and confetti when I arrive, as well as a banner that reads 'Welcome Home Itachi'."

"I can do a bagel and that's as far as I'm willing to go."

"Very well then, I accept the offer. Say Sasuke, do you know why I am visiting?"

Shit, was Sasuke supposed to know this? "Because you miss me?"

"Wonderful joke otouto. Surely you haven't forgotten Uchiha Financial's annual dinner party again?"

Oh right, that wretched thing. The rendezvous for the specific rich and self entitled assholes that Sasuke hates to all gather at once. "Tch, why do we even host that? It's pointless, its only purpose is to make rich people feel like somebody gives a shit about them. I don't understand it."

"Exactly so, otouto. It helps our associates feel important, once they accept our amenities, no matter how small, they feel like we care. That is the perfect moment to convince them to make horrible business decisions for our benefit. It's actually quite effective Sasuke."

Well, his brother hadn't garnered this business growth for nothing. The man certainly knew his strengths. "As long as I don't have to conversate with those idiots much, I'll attend."

"Ah, do not worry otouto, I will do all of the speaking." More like manipulating. "Sasuke, when was the last time you took a day off? You sound exhausted."

God, not this talk again. "I'm fine 'tachi, I stayed longer than I thought I would have to today, that's all. Tomorrow morning I'll be brand new."

"Hmm, I don't trust that. As your older brother, I sentence you to abstain from arriving at work tomorrow."

Sasuke's eyebrow twitched. As if being older meant anything, Itachi can't just boss him around. "You don't have a say in that 'tachi, I'll work if I want to."

"You must do as I say otouto." Itachi's voice sounded farther away from the phone when he said, "Konan, move all of my brother's appointments tomorrow to the day after, he won't be coming in."

Sasuke scrunched his eyebrows in disbelief. "You can't do that."

"I have access to your schedule, I can certainly do that."

The younger raven was beginning to get frustrated. "I own half the company 'tachi."

"Mm, and I own the other half. Now, get a good night's rest and tell me all about it in the morning. Go to the movies, take someone on a date, eat junk food, have fun. Do you know what fun is otouto? Nevermind, I know you don't. Anyways, I expect a full report on what you do tomorrow emailed to me by the end of the week. Perhaps with colorful text and images."

Sasuke rubbed his forehead. "Aniki.."

"Do not even think about work Sasuke. If you go anywhere near the headquarters, I will personally make sure Jugo escorts you out."

"This isn't-"

"Nope."

"You can't-"

"Nope."

"I-"

"Nope, nope nope nope. No work, absolutely none. See to it that you rest well otouto, goodnight." Itachi hung up the phone.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Sasuke rested his face in his hands. "Motherfucker..." He mumbled.

He might as well enjoy a good dinner before he ensues a day of pure boredom. Sasuke took a deep breath and continued what he was doing before his brother had called him.

Bringing out a whisk, he slowly mixed the eggs with the flour until they formed a sustainable consistency. Once firm enough, he began kneading the dough with his hands, making sure to smooth out all of the clumps and to knead it thoroughly. Grabbing a sharp scraper, he cleanly cut the dough into four sections and rolled them out into flatter pieces.

Reaching to a high cabinet, he brought out his pasta machine and clamped it onto the countertop. Sasuke swiftly ran the dough through the pasta machine and watched the thinner strips come out the other end. Once he had all the pasta strips processed, he began placing the noodles into the boiling water, watching them dance around.

While the pasta is cooking, he started on the sauce. He brought out a sauce pan and all of the ingredients he was planning on adding in it. Turning on the heat, the raven placed his butter in first, watching it melt quickly. Afterwards, he added his garlic and flour while stirring them for a minute, before adding his milk. After a bit, the sauce began to boil and thicken, which signaled him to add his parsley, asiago cheese, and a mixture of seasoning. He made sure to add broccoli pieces once he turned the heat off.

By the time he was done with the sauce, the pasta had just reached al dente, and he turned the heat off before straining it over the sink and dumping the pot in to be cleaned once he was done. He added the noodles to the sauce and began mixing. Ahh, it smelled very very good.

Placing a serving onto his plate, Sasuke sat down in his dining chair, facing the window. He ate slowly, watching the rain tap the windows. Sasuke's penthouse overlooked the city, giving a high view of San Francisco. Somehow, he felt a bit lonely. He's the only one enjoying the view from up here... what a waste.

A few minutes went by before he finished his food. He washed all of his dishes and placed the leftovers in the fridge. It was time to snooze.

Sasuke stripped his shirt and pants off, sinking his body down on the soft white sheets of his bed. He stared up at the white subsided ceiling.

He wondered how to spend his time enjoyably tomorrow.

 

---

 

Onyx eyes fluttered open to a large window emitting sunlight. Releasing a yawn, he stretched out his arms, slowly sitting up on his bed.

Right. Today was his 'day off'.

"Eugh." Sasuke groaned, what was there to even do besides work?

Getting up from bed, he brushed his teeth in the sleek black-marble bathroom attached to his bedroom. Afterwards, he stripped his briefs off and tossed them into the hamper before stepping into the shower to clean his body off. He spent the several minutes soaking underneath the shower head trying to come up with ways to ‘have fun’.

Ten minutes later, he was drying his hair off with a fluffy white towel, staring out the window of his bathroom in the nude.

Shit, he really needed coffee. Which was a huge problem considering the only brew he enjoyed was from the café that rested on the bottom floor of his office building. Just his luck. He had always sent Karin to go down there, obviously he couldn't do that now. Itachi had also made it abundantly clear that he could not under any circumstances enter Uchiha Financial today and he had no doubt the man already told security to not let him in.

He needed coffee, it was a necessity. But how was he going to get it? He wasn't allowed even near the building. Finding another coffee shop was not an option, nobody makes it like Kage Café does.

A disguise, that's it... Gosh, Itachi really was driving him crazy if Sasuke seriously was considering wearing a disguise just to get some damn coffee.

It would be worth it though. Sasuke sighed, deciding to follow through with the ridiculous idea in his head. How else was he meant to get his caffeine? The only brew that was worthy of touching his tongue was Kage Café's brew. Perhaps it was because he had gotten used to the taste, that his taste buds wouldn't accept anything else. He decided not to dwell on it.

He picked out a random pair of black briefs from his underwear drawer and fit them on his body. He decided to dress himself in a pair of black joggers and a dark blue 'Uchiha Financial' sweatshirt that his company had sold for charity a few months back.

He surely did not have the correct disguise elements in his wardrobe to throw his security off. Everything in Sasuke's wardrobe was either black, blue, or a suit. The raven needed new clothes.

 

---

 

Sasuke held up a pair of grandmas-ashes-gray pants. They were many sizes too big for him, which was a great addition to cover his figure.

Resting on his arm was a white t-shirt and a black jacket that were also a few sizes too big, The lengths he's going to for a cup of coffee astounds him.

He made his way towards the checkout, arms full of clothing that definitely did not look like they were for him.

He set down the clothes on the counter in front of the clerk. The young woman behind the counter spoke, “Hi, did you enjoy your shopping sir?" To which she received no response.

Sasuke glanced at the rack of hats near the register and threw in a black baseball cap with the slightest tint of brown.

The lady finished scanning his items and bagged them up for him after he slid his Black Card through the card reader. “Are you sure you have the right sizes si-“

"Thank you." He interrupted before abruptly turning to quickly walk back to his car.

The woman watched him walk away. "Ehm, you're welcome." she muttered.

Placing the bags in his passenger seat, Sasuke sat in his blacked-out McLaren 765 LT before closing the door. He had parked in the corner of the plaza so that nobody would be able to see him through his tinted windows. Sasuke quickly shrugged off his clothes and shoes, throwing them on the bottom of the passenger's seat.

"The things I'm willing to do.." he whispered to himself, begrudgingly wearing the shirt, jacket, and pants he bought before putting the black Air Forces back on his feet. He tucked his navy hair below the baseball cap and positioned the front lower on his face, making it more difficult to see him.

He was unrecognizable, as long as nobody looked too closely at him.

Sasuke started the engine of his car and began driving to Uchiha Financial. Itachi can bar him from entering work for a day, but getting between Sasuke and his caffeine addiction? That's unacceptable.

 

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Ivory feet stepped into the first floor of Uchiha Financial. Sasuke glanced at the burly security guards in his peripheral, they seemed to not suspect anything from him. Gaining confidence, he walked to the front register of the café. He'd never stayed on the first floor for longer than was needed to walk to the elevator, but Sasuke thought there were less people than there usually were. This was great, even less people who could potentially recognize him.

Sasuke placed his hand on the counter, staring directly into the eyes of the blonde-hair blue-eyed barista behind the counter. "Medium black, pump of hazelnut." He said confidently.

The blonde man shot a dazzling smile. "Of course! Two forty-five please."

Sasuke slid forward his Black Card, quickly realizing his mistake, but the blonde had already grabbed it before he could react.

The raven watched in terror as the expensive metallic card was swiped through the card reader. He just hoped the security guards were not looking and that the blonde had no idea what a Black Card was. Luckily, it seemed that the lord was in his favor today. "Thank you sir, your coffee is coming right up!" The sapphire-eyed man slid his card back and walked into the back counters to prepare Sasuke's drink.

Sasuke rubbed his temples. He seriously should not be this afraid of what his brother might do if he gets caught in his own building, but he wouldn't put it past him to show the executives Sasuke's baby pictures in the middle of a conference again. That had happened a year ago after Sasuke refused to attend last year's annual dinner and he desperately does not want to be reminiscing on it right now.

The blonde came back and placed the coffee cup directly in front of Sasuke. "Here you go sir!" He smiled brightly once again.

Ah, finally. His long awaited caffeine fix. It had already been two hours since he'd woken up and he would finally be able to experience the joy of life again.

Sasuke sipped the heavenly confection, expecting bliss and receiving... sugar? What the fuck?

He swallowed the liquid, scrunching his eyebrows as he did so. "What is this abomination?" He asked the barista.

The blonde's smile fell and he tilted his head in confusion. "It's your drink, a small mocha cappuccino with blonde espresso."

Sasuke glared at the man. "When the fuck did I say any of those words?" He wasn't usually this peeved but he'd gone through all of this effort just for this idiot to mess his simple drink up.

"Oh, I thought I heard you say that. Hmm, I must have mixed up your order with someone else's." The man looked looked down at the counter as if he was contemplating.

Sasuke stared the man down, disbelief in his face. "I'm the only one in line dumbass."

The blonde looked taken aback by the insult, placing his hand on his chest in an offended stance. "Well excuuuuse me asshole, I just made a simple mistake. Is it hard to believe that I'm human? But fine! I'll go remake your stupid drink!" He turned around, looking at the receipt and all anger quickly dissipating as he read the basic order. Sasuke rolled his eyes at him.

The blonde came back again with a larger cup and handed it to the raven awkwardly. He rubbed the back of his head, "Ahah, sorry about that."

"Dobe, how did you mess up something so simple? It's a single configuration to black coffee." Sasuke was seriously peeved.

The barista returned to his previously offended face. "I make mistakes sometimes, you have your drink now so quit being a bastard."

Sasuke upheld his glare while sipping the bitter liquid. "You didn't stir it, idiot."

The man raised an eyebrow and brought his hands up questioningly. "How can you even taste that?"

"The hazelnut is absent predominately but arrives in upsurges." The raven placed the coffee cup back on the counter. "Another one." The blonde was now clenching his fists to his sides.

"Ugh!" The barista grabbed the cup back and opened the lid, grabbing a stirrer and making sure to swivel it directly in front of the raven's eyes. Popping the lid back on, he shoved it back towards Sasuke. "Happy now?"

Sipping the liquid for what seemed like the millionth time, Sasuke shut his eyes in satisfaction. Ah coffee, you make my world go round.

Dark eyes peered open to an expectant blonde, waiting for an answer. "It's okay, I guess." To which he received a glare. The Uchiha was not affected, glares were his forte.

"Hmph." Tan arms crossed each other, before the barista turned around in an exasperated manner.

Sasuke looked around the café, taking in the bottom floor of his office building for the first time. It was genuinely decorated pretty well, which the raven had never taken the time to appreciate since he usually walked straight to the elevator when he arrived. Sandy wood accents aligned the white and gray porcelain walls, with dim white lightning and expressive paintings. He would say the interior design artist Karin hired had actually done quite a nice job.

He had been forced to park his car in a parking garage several blocks down, since his flashy car would definitely have been recognized in his own building’s garage. Sasuke would have to walk quite a bit to reach his vehicle, so he decided to rest and sit down in one of the wooden chairs that faced the large windows of the building, making sure to keep his face out of the security’s view.

The view from the café was actually not terrible. It was semi-waterfront, being bordered from the ocean by the expansive concrete docks and several small shops, but you could still directly see the water from inside the bottom floor. You could also see the Golden Gate Bridge peeking out from the right of the windows.

Sasuke took a deep breath, appreciating the view. He never really got to sit down and relax in such a way, the stress in his brain was slowly being diminished as he stared at the water. A few minutes passed, time seemed to be going by pretty quickly.

”Watcha doin?”

Let it not be known that Sasuke Uchiha yelped.

The raven stared at the blonde barista with wide eyes, before quickly brushing himself off and pretending like he did not have the reaction that he just did. “What do you want, dobe?”

The blonde straightened his back, pointing to his nametag with scribbled white writing. “First of all bastard, my name is Naruto, and I don’t know what ‘dough-bay’ means but you’re the dough-bay. I was just here to be a good samaratin and check on you because it looks like you’re a robot who malfunctioned with the way you’re staring at the window, but clearrrly you don’t appreciate my efforts.”

Sasuke glared daggers at the blonde. “Give me one reason not to punch you in the throat right now.”

Naruto was not fazed like Sasuke thought he would be. “You wouldn’t be able to hear my angelic voice anymore.”

”That’s certainly not a negative.” The raven replied.

”Well fine, do that then! I’ll charge aggravated assault!”

Sasuke lidded his eyes disbelievingly. “I doubt you’d even be able to figure out how to file aggravated assault charges, dumbass.”

Naruto leaned in closer, staring at onyx depths with cerulean. “I have police friends I could ask, they could lock you up! And… Google.”

Sasuke rolled his eyes, staring at the windows once again. “Tch.” The blonde slumped down to the seat adjacent to him, staring at the window with him. “What are you doing, dobe?”

The blue-eyed man looked towards him once again. “Ah, give me a break. All the fancy businessmen in the building already clocked in hours ago and it’s gonna be slow for the next few hours. I deserve to enjoy myself a bit.”

A dark eyebrow twitched. “So do I, and enjoying myself definitely does not include you.”

”You like my presence bastard, just admit it. If you want to enjoy yourself, alright. Let’s talk about stuff.”

“No.”

”What kind of music do you listen to?”

Sasuke let out an irritated sigh, realizing this idiot was not going away anytime soon. “I don’t listen to music.”

Naruto scrunched his eyebrows at this. “Why not?”

“It’s distracting and would take up too much of my focus when I’m working.”

”Yeesh, don’t tell me you’re like those stuck up suit wearing pricks that work here.”

The raven took a moment to think over his response, deciding not to let the blonde know his identity. “No, I don’t work here.”

”Soo are you still a suit wearing prick?”

Sasuke chuckled. “No dobe, I’m not.”

”Well then what do you do for a living?” Naruto asked, placing his arms on the table and leaning closer. He titled his head to the side in curiosity.

Sasuke briefly wondered why he was even entertaining this guy. “I’m a… pianist.” It wasn’t entirely false, Sasuke had been quite a wonderful piano player, coached by his father before he passed away. Sasuke had ceased playing piano since then, though.

Naruto’s eyes lit up. “Really?! That sounds sophisticated and stuff. You do concerts halls or something?”

Dark eyes moved to look at the bubbly man sitting next to him. “Of the sorts.”

The blonde smiled brightly at him. ”That’s actually pretty cool, bastard. I’m obviously a barista but one day I hope to be recognized for my art. I love painting but, it’s been a bit difficult to get traction through my career.”

This caused business-turmoil to run through Sasuke’s head. “What kind of art do you sell?”

Naruto scratched the back of his neck, cheeks pink with embarrassment. “It’s sort of ehm, erotic art. But it’s meant to incite feelings of love, not lust.” Sasuke did not have a negative reaction like Naruto seemed to think he would. Rather, he looked indifferent.

”You need to bring attention to your work through areas where they are most appreciated. There are two adult reserved art exhibits in San Francisco, they showcase things similar to erotic pieces, you could definitely find buyers there. Otherwise, the next best thing would be to start networking at galleries and make a name for yourself through word of mouth, it’s the most effective advertising strategy. As long as you have a unique product and the correct clientele base pursued, you’ll find yourself in a good position.” Sasuke finished with a long sip of his coffee.

Naruto stared with percipience. “Wow bastard, thanks for giving me the million dollar secret.” The blonde laughed lightheartedly. “That’s actually pretty solid advice. Are you an industrial pianist?” He joked.

Sasuke scoffed. “No, I know my way around.”

The blonde laughed once again. “Hey, what’s your name? You know mine.”

He wondered if he should actually tell the dobe his name, considering how uncomfortable it would be to be called something else. “It’s Sasuke.”

”Sasuke.” The blonde rolled the letters off his tongue as if studying it. “Majestic.”

”Pfft, shut up dobe.” Sasuke took another sip, contemplating something. “Naruto, do you know who the CEO is?”

Naruto looked curiously at the raven. “You mean like of the entire company? Hell no, I only know two of these assholes. This one dude Suigetsu who always tries to hit on me despite me telling him he’s a creep a bajillion times, and Karin, the redhead lady who always gets coffee for her boss at 8:00 am.” Naruto looks towards Sasuke’s coffee, spotting a coincidence. “Actually, she gets the same coffee you do, every single day. It’s honestly making me worry for the guy, that much caffeine could shorten your lifespan ya know.”

”How about you leave people’s caffeine addictions alone and let them live their lives Naruto.” Sasuke said with malice.

Naruto crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair. “Well jeez bastard, I was just sayin!” Sasuke threw him a glare which Naruto paid no attention to.

The glass door of the café swung open and Naruto’s attention was drawn to it as a group of teenage girls walked towards the counter. Naruto looked back towards Sasuke apologetically. “Well, I hate to detach you from my amazingness so soon but I’ve got a job to get back to. See ya later bastard!” The blonde quickly rushed to the counter and started taking the girls’ orders.

Sasuke watched Naruto do his job, occasionally drinking his coffee and again losing track of time.

The dobe wasn’t so bad, if he had to admit. He was actually quite attractive too. Maybe he’d come back again soon.

Sasuke looked at the rolling waves, the water shimmering with sunlight. He wanted to spend the rest of the day watching the ocean, it was really a sight to see.

Perhaps Itachi wasn’t the devil after all.

Notes:

This is what I'm depicting Sasuke's penthouse to look like if you're wondering: 181fremont.com/grand-penthouse

Let me know if you see any spelling or literary errors so I can fix them, aha.

Thank you for reading, smooch smooch. :)

Yeah I gave you a whole ass pasta recipe, what about it???

Chapter 2: Absorption

Notes:

Hellooooo, I apologize for the delay on the second chapter, I wanted it to have a mediocrely large amount of words so that there’s more to read earlier on, thank you for your patience! :]

Also, for the story’s purposes, Sarutobi is Konohamaru’s father instead of being his grandfather since Konohamaru’s parents are never mentioned in the show. It also just plays well into the plot.

Enjoy!

Orange rays of the setting sun shone on the glass desk being rested upon by ivory arms.

Sasuke let out a sigh of frustration, listening to the black phone perched on his ear. It was almost 6:00, the end of his shift. Though he did not infrequently stay late, making him listen to whiny wealthy old men certainly had him encouraging his leave.

”Yes Mr. Tokha… Certainly, I’m glad we could come to an agreement… You too, goodbye.” The end call button was pushed several times more than necessary.

He dropped his phone on the desk and cupped his forehead in his right hand, taking a second to gather himself before likely jumping into more mingling with dickheads.

It had been four days since his ‘undercover coffee run’, and the raven frequently found himself thinking about the blonde idiot. He began coming to work earlier as to not have another fated meeting, or to chance Naruto yelling out his name to the security guards if he recognized him. Before a week ago, they usually never had any reason to really look at each other when Sasuke passed, but if Naruto decided to change that all of a sudden, Sasuke would be in pretty deep shit.

The door to his office peered open, his redheaded assistant Karin peeking through. “Sasuke, somebody is coming up here to see you. I thought I should let you know in advance.”

He raised an eyebrow at this. “Who?”

”Your brother, Itachi Uchiha.”

His eyes widened slightly. Shit, he completely forgot Itachi was supposed to be here this week. Usually, they would shop for suits the day before the annual dinner and Itachi would not relent until he had fitted his little brother in the perfect suit. It was one of the most dreadful things Sasuke could go through.

Sasuke grabbed his keys from the desk and walked towards his assistant. “Karin, I need you to do something for me and I need you to do it quickly.” He grabbed her palm and placed his house keys in them, clasping her fingers around the metal. “My penthouse, there’s a blue plastic bag at the top of the closet immediately to your left when you walk in. I need you to go get it for me as soon as you can, bring it straight here. Okay?”

Karin looked confused. “I- Okay.”

”Go, now.” He said gently, before seeing her quickly walk back to the elevator.

He needed a place to hide, his office would be the first place Itachi visited. Grabbing his things, he strode out of his office and walked down the stairs to the floor immediately underneath him. Picking a random door, he turned the knob and walked in. It was a conference room where his distribution team was holding a meeting. 

Several eyes looked at him curiously. “Mr. Uchiha, did you need something sir?” The executive of the team said, giving a perplexed look.

Sasuke slowly walked to the end of the table, taking a seat. “No, I was simply curious as to how you conduct your meetings, Gennai. Please continue, pretend as if I’m not here.” He leaned back in the black office chair. The man didn’t need to know that Sasuke was just hiding from his abysmal sibling.

Gennai gave a nervous smile, continuing where he was before their CEO had walked in. “Ahem, as I was saying earlier, the gross revenue in the surrounding states…”

 

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Slipping on the last sneaker to complete his outfit, he glanced back up at his assistant inside the janitorial closet. “Thank you again, Karin. Expect a bonus in your mailbox tomorrow.”

The redhead shot a friendly smile. “There’s no need for that Sasuke, just get home and get a good night’s rest and I’ll be happy.”

”God, not you too.” Sasuke deadpanned as he reminisced on his brother’s words a few nights prior. Karin laughed, stepping aside to let the raven out of the closet.

He was dressed in the same attire he used to get inside the building not too long ago, except this time he needed to get out.

Once he stepped out of the closet, Sasuke brought the cap low, making sure to cover the majority of his face. He walked quickly down the stairwell, trying to avoid any contact with Itachi and to hopefully get to his car unnoticed. Itachi would never use the stairwell, it’s inconvenient. Uchihas don’t like their time wasted, Sasuke knew this.

After a slight hesitation when he reached the bottom floor’s stairwell door, he turned the knob and peered through. If his brother was here, he would definitely be accompanied by the two body guards who frequently followed the man. Seeing no burly men in sight, Sasuke opened the stairwell door and walked towards the exit, his legs moving as quickly yet inconspicuously as they can.

”Sasuke!”

His body froze. Shit, not now.

The raven whipped his head around, staring at the familiar blonde man from a days ago. “Naruto.”

The blonde beamed a bright smile, tilting his head. “I honestly thought I wouldn’t see you here again, ya bastard. I just got off my shift, but why are you getting coffee so late in the day anyways? Don’t you know that’s no good for you?”

”First of all dobe, I’ll get coffee when I want to get coffee.” Sasuke glared at the man, hoping to send negative energy his way and have the man screaming in agony and running away. Some dreams don’t come true though. “You are not permitted to judge me.”

Naruto shot an unimpressed look. “Uh-huh. Look, just admit you have a problem and you’ll improve yourself. It’s the first step to recovery, but I’m assuming you already knew that cause you probablydefinitelygototherapy.“ He muttered the last bit. 

Sasuke’s jaw clenched. “Look idiot, I-“ He paused as he heard the elevator doors ding, a brief flash of unmistakably shaded ebony hair peeking through as the doors opened slowly. “Fuck.” He quickly grabbed Naruto hand, dragging the startled blonde man through the tall glass doors of the office building.

Naruto barely kept his balance as he was dragged away. “Wh- Hey! Where are we going??”

The raven didn’t slow down his pace. His decision to take drag Naruto away was honestly panic induced, he didn’t want Itachi talking to the blonde if he had seen Sasuke and him speaking. A conversation between those two would definitely not go the greatest.

The Naruto he was dragging by him palm was clearly still confused. “Helloo? If you’re going to kidnap me bastard, I have police friends that might come after me ya know. I mean, I guess they’re not really my friends since I only talked to them for like two minutes when I went to go bail my protégé Konohamaru out of juvie, and one of them was kind of givin me the stink eye but he was bald anyways so I don’t mind it that much, but ya know like, I probably would escape anyways because I watched those survival escape tactics on YouTube, plus I’m just crafty like that-“

”Dobe! Stop talking.”

They reached the cupcakery resting a few blocks away from Uchiha Financial. Itachi would never suspect his little brother going in here of all places. Sasuke threw Naruto into the building, walking to the far side of the cupcakery in order to absolutely avoid any visuals of them from the outside of the store.

Naruto stared at him with a bright smile, hopeful glimmering eyes shining towards him. “You’re gonna treat me to cupcakes??” Sasuke found tan arms wrapped around him tightly, rocking them back and forth. “I knew it. Under that piece of shit exterior, you’re a sweetheart.” Naruto melted into his neck, enveloping Sasuke in warmth that provoked a strange feeling in his belly.

The Uchiha snapped out of his haze and pushed the blonde on the floor. “I’m not a piece of shit, and I’m not a sweetheart.” Sasuke glared at Naruto, who was currently rubbing his poor abused bum that unfortunately suffered the impact of the fall. “And I’m not buying you any damn cupcakes.”

”Oww..” Naruto faked a sob and slowly stood up, hand still on his rear. He sat down in one of the plush cushioned booths in the corner of the cupcakery, facing where Sasuke was seated. Naruto rested his cheek in his palm, letting his exhaustion get the better of him. “Why am I here bastard? I just wanted to go home after work.”

Sasuke’s eyes glazed over the blonde, guilt bubbling up in him for some strange reason. Sighing, he lifted himself off the cushioned seats and made his way to the register. Naruto was too busy trying to keep himself awake to really notice what Sasuke was doing.

Trying to ignore the overly enthusiastic cashier, he pointed at what looked like the sugariest thing on display.

A white box of cupcakes plopped in front of Naruto, snapping him out of his battle with sleep. “Ack!” Eyes quickly adjusting, he quickly realized the implication. He peered over to Sasuke who was seating himself once again, and his mouth slowly spread into a wide grin, visibly showing the other that he was overflowing with joy. “Thank you thank you thank you!” He dug in and picked a piece of the sugary pink confections and took a large bite, sinking into his seat once the flavor came through. “Mmm.. these are wonderful.” Naruto said with his eyes closed, still chewing.

Sasuke sighed, wholly expecting Naruto to be the only person in the world that could actually enjoy that much sugar. Sasuke could just tell. “Don’t eat too many, you’ll lose your figure.”

Naruto’s eyes opened at that, sitting upright in his seat and giving a suggestive look to the raven. “So you like my figure huh?” His eyebrows wiggled.

The Uchiha looked away from the man’s eyes, not wanting to admit to anything. “Dobe, I was just saying. Too many of those aren’t good for you.” He glanced at the cupcakes. “Actually, none of those are good for you. You might have poisoned your bloodstream with that one bite.”

Naruto rubbed his cupcake lovingly and whispered to it, “Don’t listen to him baby, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

Sasuke scoffed. He looked through the store’s windows, not spotting his brother’s fancy car anywhere. Of course he didn’t. Sasuke was too paranoid.

He took off his cap, resting it on the table and watched the hand clock mounted on the store’s wall tick away. He’d get home when he felt like it, because surprisingly being here with the blonde didn’t bother him much.

Naruto paused his chewing when Sasuke threw his hat down, letting his inky black hair fall around his face. Naruto had never really gotten a good look at the raven until now, but man was he a sight. The long ebony strands contrasted against his pale ivory skin wonderfully, his slender nose with the most subtle arch to it showed a slight shade of pink on the tip. Thin pink lips were parted slightly, slowly exhaling puffs of air. A razor sharp jawline adorned the bottom of his face, and to top it all off, onyx depths that the blonde thinks he could lose himself in.

Said eyes were currently looking back at him, making Naruto realize he was staring and he quickly looked away, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

”Wanna take a picture?” Sasuke said jokingly.

Naruto called his bluff, taking out his phone and aiming it at the raven to snap a quick photo. Sasuke furrowed his eyebrows, not expecting him to actually do it.

”I was kidding dumbass.”

Naruto chuckled, looking down at the picture on his phone then back up to the eyes of the raven beauty in front of him.

Not realizing he was talking out loud, he muttered, “…You’re really attractive.”

An inky eyebrow was raised.

Naruto quickly sputtered, “I-I mean like, I guess you’re okay looking, like I’ve seen better ya know like I was just saying that you’re half decent I guess, I mean not that I’m saying you’re good looking, I mean you are but like not in that way ya know like-“

”I think you’re attractive as well.”

Naruto stared at the man for several seconds, the words taking their time to process. “…Really?”

Sasuke scoffed, “Yes Naruto, really.”

The blonde tilted his head at the words and stretched his lips into a wide smile. “You called me by my name, what a sweetheart.”

The Uchiha sighed. ”Yeah… don’t expect it to be a recurring thing. You’re still a dobe.”

”Hey Sasuke?”

”Hm?”

”What’s a dough-bay?”

“It just means ‘idiot’ in Japanese.”

Blue eyes lit up. “You’re Japanese?”

The raven pointed to his face. “You couldn’t tell?”

Naruto laughed, rubbing the back of his head. “Yeah I guess I’m not the best at guessing someone’s ethnicity. But hey, I’m Japanese too!”

He received a skeptical look. “I don’t believe that, dobe.”

”Waaah, whyy? I know I don’t look or sound like it, but I am! My mom was Japanese and my dad was French… so I guess only half Japanese, but still!”

Sasuke leaned forward, staring straight into blue eyes. “Watashi wa anata o ie ni tsurete iki, anata no itaru tokoro ni kisu o shi, soshite anata o namade fakku shitai.”

The blonde looked confused. “…Well, I have no idea what you just said but I’m sure with a few days of duolingo, my natural Japanese blood will come flowing back to me and you’ll be sorry.”

The raven stifled a laugh, giving a small smile to the other.

Naruto seemed to light up at the smile, his own appearing.

The two looked at each other for what felt like more than a few seconds. Sasuke was beginning to lose his head, but quickly composed himself and broke eye contact, looking somewhere around the floor instead. “You should go home Naruto, you seem really tired.”

Naruto sighed, laughing lightly. “I guess you’re right.” He stood up, carrying the white box of cupcakes with him. “Hey, swing by the cafe soon, I’ll buy you a pastry.”

Sasuke stood up as well, “I don’t like sweets, but I’ll visit, dobe.” He side-stepped out of the booth. “See you.” And made agonizing steps towards the exit.

The blonde watched him walk away, and before the other got too far, the blonde couldn’t help but stop him. “Sasuke!”

The Uchiha paused, looking back with a questioning face.

Naruto’s words caught on his tongue, surprised in himself, but decided to just take a chance. “I kind of uh, like theatre and, you know, if you’re ever performing, we could maybe exchange numbers and maybe I could come watch you play?” He finished with a nervous smile.

Sasuke stared at the other man for a bit, before walking back over to him. “You want my number… so that you can watch me play?”

Blue eyes looked hopeful. “…Yes?”

The raven continued looking into his eyes, before grabbing Naruto’s phone from his pant pocket and adding his number in his contacts, sending himself a brief “Hi” before placing it back into the blonde’s jeans. Giving him one last short smile, he waltzed out of the cupcakery once again.

He could feel the other’s eyes on him as he walked out and heard, “Thanks!” right before he exited.

 

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“Sasuke.”

”Hnnrgh.”

”Sasuke.”

”Hnngh.”

”Sasuke!”

He threw his pillow at Itachi, who caught it and threw it right back.

”Today is the dinner. Quit being lazy, you need to prepare.”

Dark eyes opened and peered up, glaring at his older brother.

Having had enough, Itachi tore the blanket off of his body, revealing a nude Sasuke. Itachi was unfazed.

”Ack!” Sasuke rushed to sit up and cover his privates with the pillow, shooting Itachi a death stare. “What the fuck ‘tachi!”

The older man scoffed. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.” He set down a folded pair of clothing already picked out for Sasuke to wear on his bed. “Now get up, we must be ready.”

Sasuke leaned forward, his face showing an unimpressed look. “I gave you a spare keycard for emergencies, not so you can come in uninvited.”

”I wouldn’t have to come in uninvited if you hadn’t been avoiding me yesterday, we could have been finished with your preparations by now. You are co-owner of Uchiha Financial, you must look presentable.” Itachi looked him up and down. “And this certainly is not presentable.”

The younger’s glare persisted, wanting to burn Itachi alive with his eyes.

”Now, go shower and we’ll be on our way.” He threw his head towards the bathroom. “Go on.”

Sasuke sighed and reluctantly got up, stalking to the bathroom.

“And where is the bagel I was promised?”

 

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Naruto poured the steaming hot water into the instant ramen cup, setting a fork on top of the lid to let it cook.

He was allowed paid leave today, same with every employee in the building as a result of several executives being unavailable. Many of the higher ups were preparing themselves for some event that was supposed to be a big deal, Naruto didn’t understand. He didn’t need to understand, he was happy with his day off and that was that.

knock knock knock

Startled, the blonde glanced towards the door and hurried over to his couch to grab his discarded tee shirt.

knock knock knock knock

”I’m coming!” He threw the shirt over his head, rushing to fit his arms through the sleeves and walking towards his front door as he did so.

Naruto threw the door open, spotting a brunette teenager in his doorway. “Kono?”

“Naru!” The boy threw his arms around him, squeezing the blonde into a tight embrace.

He chuckled, hugging him back but quickly pulling away as he realized, “Wait, how the hell did you get here? You don’t have a license.”

Konohamaru looked at him mischievously. “I might have asked dad’s driver to take me to the supermarket nearby, and I might have walked out while he wasn’t looking.”

Naruto tried to look upset, but he couldn’t stifle the happiness he held to see the kid, and maybe the twinge of pride in his antics as well.

Konohamaru’s dad was Hiruzen Sarutobi, the owner of the largest freight company in the United States. The man held substantial power in the business world and a surplus of wealth accompanied that role. While he appreciated the blessing, Konohamaru was not fond of his father. Very frequently, the boy would not see him for several weeks and on the occasions that he would show up, he often tried chasing away his son’s negative thoughts towards his availability away with material items. Konohamaru did not appreciate his efforts.

He met Naruto six years ago, waiting a terminal for his father. He had told his bodyguards he was going to use the restroom, but used it as a cover up to instead sneak far away from the terminal, he wasn’t interested in seeing his father at the moment. The boy waltzed to a snack bar within the airport and tried to shoplift a bag of chips since he wasn’t in possession of any money. That was when he was first introduced to Naruto, and at first he was afraid that the blonde would call security on him, but to his surprise, he told the boy that he was making it too obvious and showed him a more efficient way to sneak it past.

Naruto had not been the most well behaved kid back then, and understandably so as a result of being a struggling emancipated minor. The two hit it off from there and formed a healthy rivalry that withstood the test of time with several years. They committed risky acts together, some dangerous and not law abiding, and some with a chance of getting put in juvie, that occasionally ended up with Naruto having to bail the kid out.

The blonde had been more experienced than him and didn’t get into trouble nearly as much, even though he had done arguably worse things than him. None of the stunts they did ever hurt anyone so it was a win win for everybody, really. A little vandalizing here, some trespassing there, it was all in good fun.

Conclusively, a friendship that has ran for a while and couldn’t be easily broken. Though over time, Naruto has come to appreciate his safety and his supposedly empty criminal record. Konohamaru had been the only one caught so far and Naruto doesn’t plan on changing that.

”I could get in trouble for housing a fled minor, ya know.”

The boy walked in the door anyway. “I’m almost 18 Naru, it’s fiiiine.” He plopped himself on the brown couch and made himself comfortable. “Plus, you don’t have to house me. We could always go to that strip club down the road, eh? Eh?” He wiggled his eyebrows, hoping to sway the blonde.

Naruto scoffed. “No matter how many times you ask Kono, the answer is no.” He shut the door. “They would lock me up for sneaking in there with you.”

Konohamaru groaned. “What’s got your panties in a bunch, boss? You’re not gonna be a felon for everything we do.”

”Yes, but a majority.”

The kid stood up, grabbing his mentor by the shoulders. “Just hear me out. When I came back from New York, my driver took me through this open, empty road in the fields. It spans for miles and you rarely see any cars there.”

Naruto gave a skeptical look. “I don’t like where this is going, Kono.”

Konohamaru threw his head, scoffing. “Come on Naru, ever since you started working again you’ve been such a sourpuss!”

“I am not a sourpuss!” He rejected.

”You totally are! It’s been three weeks since I’ve seen you and my bodyguards haven’t let me do absolutely anything fun. You don’t even have work today! Pleaaase Naru?”

The blonde glared, finally giving in. “Fine Kono, but no illegal shit this time!”

The kid brightened up, smiling wide at the blonde. “No illegal shit, I got you boss.” Letting go of his shoulders

 

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”THIS IS DEFINITELY ILLEGAL!”

Konohamaru’s foot pushed farther on the gas, letting the car reach 195 miles. “Almost there!”

Naruto’s eyes were wide, holding onto his seat for dear life. His blonde hair whipped through the sharp air that the convertible sliced through. Strangely, this was exciting him a bit. He missed the small aspects of danger from when he was younger, it let him feel alive.

The speedometer hit the 200s and Konohamaru cheered, pumping his right fist in the air and slowing down only a little bit.

Once cerulean irises locked sight with the turn in the road, he panicked. “Konohamaru don’t you fucking do it.”

”Can’t hear you boss!” The boy sped into the turn, quickly turning the wheel and applying pressure to the throttle as he drifted within the road.

They slowed down more once they passed the turn, Naruto’s heart still beating from the possible meeting of death that washed over him. He wanted to be mad, but hearing Konohamaru’s laughter break through the sound of pummeling wind had him bubbling up in his own fit of laughter and erasing the fear.

 

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Itachi munched on the fluffy bagel specifically bought with his little brother’s credit card. “No, it’s too wide in the shoulders. Another.”

Sasuke rolled his eyes, groaning in the seventh suit he tried on since he came in the damned tailor shop. He reluctantly walked back into the changing room and picked out another suit, this one with a midnight blue hue.

Four minutes later, he walked back into Itachi’s critical eye. He put a hand in his pocket in a lazy effort to pose in the stupid thing, hoping to end this as quickly as possible.

“Ah yes, lovely. That’s the one.” Itachi stood up and bit the last of his bagel before throwing the napkin into the trash. He walked to the well put-together woman assisting them and handed her his card. “Thank you Enko, we’ll be taking this one.”

The woman hesitated to take the card. “Are you sure, Mr. Uchiha? This piece is one of our more expensive picks, it sits at $14,499.”

He smiled at her. “It’s a wonderful suit, Enko. Please commemorate your father for his excellent tailoring.”

The woman shot back a bright smile, thanking Itachi for his courteousness and leaving to process the card.

He strode over to his agitated little brother once again and patted his head. “Ah, stop with the sour look otouto. We are only scheduled for one more preparation.”

”Yeah, one more place and then I get to be in hell for five hours, I can’t wait.” He said sarcastically.

”An experience is what you make of it. If you believe it will be hell, then it may be. If you choose to enjoy yourself, you will.”

”I’ve already experienced it seven times, it’s definitely hell and nothing else.”

Itachi breathed a chuckle. “If you say so, Sasuke.”

The brunette woman came walking back, handing Itachi his card. “You’re all set gentlemen, please allow Gozu to escort you to your vehicle.”

The older Uchiha smiled politely at the woman. “That won’t be necessary, thank you Enko.” He waved and walked out of the shop with his brother, making his way back to the sleek black sports car.

Sasuke reluctantly sat in the passenger’s seat. “Please tell me the next stop won’t take an hour.”

Itachi steered the car out of the clean parking lot and into the road once again. “It may, it may not.” He heard another groan emerge from his younger brother. “Say Sasuke, last night on my unappreciated effort to come visit you, I spotted a man dragging someone away just as I was leaving.”

He saw his younger brother stiffen in the corner of his eye. “It was quite unusual, he had this sort of blue tint to the bit of hair I could see from his cap that looked very familiar.”

Sasuke sat in silence for a few seconds. “Uh-huh…”

”You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?” He asked innocently.

”…Nope.”

”Hm, it must have been a random stranger.”

”…Yeah…”

 

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The sun was slowly setting across the horizon, shining rays of orange and pink through the thick blue clouds.

Naruto bit the last of the chocolate coating off of his drumstick. It was the afternoon and he really did not feel like going home right now, being stuffed up in his apartment was not worth his while right now, the kid was.

Konohamaru swallowed the last of his ice cream cone and wiped his hands on his sweats. He leaned back against the car settled on the beachside, it was one of his father’s cars, a space gray Hurácan EVO.

”I’m getting to that ripe age where people think I’ll take over my father’s company soon. They keep trying to suck up to me and it’s so annoying.” He laid his head back on the car. “Father expected me to go to another stuffy party today. It was for Uchiwa Financial or something.”

Naruto perked his head up at this, facing Konohamaru while he was still chewing on his cone. “Oh hey, I work in their building.”

The boy nodded his head slightly. “I guess that’s why it sounded familiar, heh.”

”Ya know Kono, I always wonder how your dad hasn’t gotten a tracker implanted into you with how often you go against him.” He looked back toward the sunset.

”That would be physical abuse! No no, forced body modification! I would personally beat the crap out him.” He punched his arms in the air for emphasis. “And he deserves it, I honestly start to think I don’t do enough to go against him with how much of a prick he can be.” He patted his stomach, not feeling satisfied from the drumstick. “Man, I’m really in the mood for sushi… Buy me some?” He asked with a smile.

The blonde scoffed. “Kono, I love you, but I’m positively broke right now and sushi is a bitch to my wallet.” He licked some droplets of ice cream streaming down his fingers. “Aren’t you a millionaire?” He realized.

“Old man locked my credit card two weeks ago, I pissed him off.” Naruto knew what the kid was referring to, he had texted him about it right after it had happened. Konohamaru had replaced his father’s ringtone with a vulgar melody from one of CupcakKe’s songs, and while it sounds like a relatively tame action from Konohamaru, it had utterly embarrassed his father when it rang as he was meeting an associate.

Naruto chuckled from amusement at his protégé’s antics. “Those rich assholes’ party probably has sushi.” He teased.

The boy propped his head up at this. “We should totally crash their party!”

The blonde gave a questioning glance. “I thought you didn’t wanna go.”

”I didn’t, but all the delicious unnecessarily expensive food they’ll have sounds appetizing.” He shot the blonde a smile. “Come with me Naru!”

”I don’t know Kono, I wouldn’t be a good fit for those types of people. I wasn’t invited, anyways.”

Konohamaru gestured to himself, “Do I look like I fit in with them? Absolutely not and I’m glad I don’t, we don’t have to talk to any of them Naru, we just yoink their food and leave.” He threw a palm on the blonde tuft of hair. “And you are invited. I was sent an invitation as Konohamaru Sarutobi, not as my dad’s son. I can bring a plus one.”

He stood in front of Naruto, stretching his arms behind his back. “So, whattdya say Naru? Would you crash the party with me?” He smiled brightly at the older man.

Naruto contemplated a bit, but figured he may as well spend the last hours of today having fun. “Agh, sure Kono.”

Notes:

What Sasuke said:

“Watashi wa anata o ie ni tsurete iki, anata no itaru tokoro ni kisu o shi, soshite anata o namade fakku shitai.” —> I want to take you home, kiss you all over, and fuck you raw.

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