Pairing (major): SasuNaru.
Warning: A/U. Yaoi, Shounen-Ai.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of the characters.
Hello, everyone. Wow. If you're reading this, we have transcended through time and space. Haha. Here I am, editing my A/N in 2016. I wrote this in 2006. 10 years. Wow. This was my first fic and all your readers showed so much love for me. You never gave up on me unlike people in my life. Thank you. Doumo arigatou gozaimasu.
I Didn't Mean To Hurt You
Cold onyx eyes. Cruel, cold onyx eyes and black silk sheets. How Naruto hated these things. He hated them with a passion and, if he can, he will burn all the black silk sheets in the world and make people with onyx eyes, which are very rare, go blind…by mistake of course. Yes, by mistake. But right now, sitting in his dressing room back stage, he hated them even more!
"Naruto? Naruto! Are you even listening to me!" Kiba repeated uneasily. He had been waiting an entire five minutes for a reply, only to have the blond stare at the wall like it had grown pink or something. Well, the wall was pink, always had been and always will be. Unless by some reason Gai comes in and…you don't want to know, do you? Right. Anyway, Kiba still didn't get the attention he wanted.
"Huh? Yeah, sure. Whatever…" Naruto answered, obviously distracted. Huffing with much exaggeration, Kiba slapped Naruto's head lightly.
"Ow!" the blond shouted and pouted, nursing his new found bump.
"What was that for?"
The dog boy gave him a what-crack-are-you-on look. Sulking, Naruto crossed his arms and formed a remarkably cute frown on his face.
"Kiba, I just finished my Tokyo Tour and I'm not sure if I want to be involved in another performance just yet. I'm 26 after all, you know? I was thinking of finding a girlfriend, or go club hopping".
"Naruto…" Kiba sighed. Inuzuka Kiba looked much older than his age. It suited his understanding manager personality. Being a manager at the age of 26 is quite a challenge, but Naruto didn't trust anyone else. Well, maybe Iruka-sensei, but that's another story. So Kiba is stuck to being the loud-mouthed blond's manager. Not that he mind, Kiba loved his job, but right now he was getting a dull throbbing in his temple and it was all because of Naruto.
"You did hear who asked for your service, didn't you?" he said, as if the shorter guy couldn't possibly hear and still refused to accept it.
"I heard", the blond was quick to shatter that illusion. He knew exactly who he was commissioned to perform for and didn't like it one bit. Not even a little.
"Uchiha Sasuke, Naruto!" he repeated it anyway.
"Yes", the blond replied, unimpressed.
"Doesn't that mean anything?" Kiba asked again, gesturing with his hands.
Naruto froze slightly, although he still looked like he didn't have a care in the world. This was unusual for the blond since Naruto was the kind who let out all of his emotions. But after a certain incident that involved a certain Uchiha, Naruto learnt to control his emotions which made him seem like he didn't care, although deep down he cared like hell. Now…now he was afraid. The images of those emotionless eyes…the twisting of black, silk sheets…tears…
The snapping of two tanned fingers in front of him made him jump, and he unceremoniously fell to the floor with a loud thud. Blue eyes frowned at his best friend. Kiba had known him since forever and yet…and yet, the handsome brown haired guy did not see beneath his happy-go-lucky façade. Kiba only knew his bad-boy beauty, the soft blonde hair that defied all sense of gravity, the piercing blue eyes that hid caverns of secrets and hurt. His medium height and build made the blond seem slender more feminine than he wanted.
'Make you seem weaker and vulnerable…' Naruto shook his head slightly. He looked at Kiba, "Yes, I'm aware of that Kiba. I'm not stupid!"
"Uchiha Sasuke", Kiba told him for the umpteenth time.
"He called me personally. I could hardly believe it when he identified himself as the caller".
Uchiha Sasuke, the man in the dreams and fantasies of many girls (and guys). He has short black hair, spiked up in the most alluring way and pale skin, creamy like vanilla. In short, the Uchiha was close to perfection considering that he is handsome, famous and the heir to a multi-billion company. Naruto understood the feeling that his best friend a.k.a manager felt by just getting a phone call from the pale male. He understood really well, had once known that feeling himself.
"And he wants me to sing on his 26th birthday?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Yes. His 26th Birthday Bash"
"So? There're loads of other artists that could sing on his 26th Birthday Bash…trash, whatever", the blond mocked.
"What? Look, Kiba, I'm just not sure I want to take this one up", Naruto concluded. He stood up and walked over to the towel rack and dried the cold sweat that was starting to build on his forehead.
"Why not?" a disappointed Kiba followed him across the room and stood by his side as the shorter male started to stare at the orange towel in his hands. "God, there's no denying that the performance will rock and there will be a lot of upper, white-collared people. It's good for your publicity, Naruto".
Yes, there was no denying that. Not at all. Uchiha Sasuke wants only the best, and it flattered him that the black haired guy picked him, but…
"I've worked hard this last couple of weeks, Kiba. Can't a cute guy like me at least get a time out?"
"Can't it wait for another month?"
"Then, let it wait", Kiba cut in. Naruto glared at his friend, annoyed by his actions.
"Hehe…actually, I kinda told Uchiha-san that you're free tomorrow afternoon for the rehearsal and the song pickings. I hope that's convenient?" Kiba said sheepishly, scratching his cheek.
"It's a little too late to ask me that, don't you think?" Naruto sighed and continued, "You know, you could have at least asked me first"
"He isn't the sort of guy you keep waiting for too long", Kiba grimaced. "For anything", he added, feeling a slight chill crawl up his spine.
Naruto knew all about the forceful arrogance of Uchiha Sasuke, he also knew the easy-going Kiba would be no match for that stoic guy.
"I can see that", the blond sighed, "Alright, I'll see him tomorrow. But under one condition…"
"You'll have to be there too"
"I'll see if I can make it after the lunch with the recording company about your latest single. I'll be there after. I promise to make it quick. But he's commissioning the performance. Could you believe that? With his own money, not his family's! And he's willing to pay a nice sum too", Kiba mentioned an amount that made Naruto's eyes bulge.
"You know my fees aren't THAT high", the shorter boy protested.
"It was the amount he suggested", explained the taller guy.
"It's too much", Naruto shook his head.
"You've never worked with someone like the Uchihas. I heard that they're the type that wants things to be perfect", Kiba told Naruto with a serious expression. "It isn't always a pleasant experience. The extra money could be useful, you know"
Of course he knew. He knew far more than anyone from the gossip column that had been talking about the Uchiha's nature.
Naruto nodded. "But I don't want extra money. I'm good as is", he told Kiba, not revealing his inner thoughts.
"…but you'll meet him right? Although I'm not there?"
Well, he had to push this point. The thought of meeting Sasuke again after six years wasn't something he had ever wanted or welcomed, but he wasn't one to back down. He, Uzumaki Naruto, was not a wimp. And he's going to prove that by meeting Uchiha Sasuke tomorrow.
"I'll see him, yeah", Naruto nodded, "Now if you would be a good manager and be on your way to attend whatever managers do, I would like to go home and have a nice long relaxing bath. Well, that's number three in my to-do vacation list", he added sarcastically.
For the next few minutes they went through the day's event and Naruto convinced himself that everything,'will be alright', like he loves to put it. Only when Kiba left and he was resting in his room after a 10 minute drive home, did he realise it wasn't. It wasn't an ordinary day and things won't be alright. The memories came to haunt him. The memories that he tried so hard to forget after six long years.
He remembered a lot more about Uchiha Sasuke than his cold, onyx eyes and those black, silk sheets on his king-sized bed, remembered too much for his own peace of mind sometimes. And those memories crowded in on him right…now.
A/N: Well, I've changed their ages. I wrote this when I was 15 years old so, I thought being 20+ was too adult. Haha. Boy, was I wrong. So, I hope the readers appreciate the new change in age :)