Flashbacks are in italics. This is hopefully the last flashback I ever have to write.

Oh, and for those interested. I've started an ItaNaru called You are one of God's mistakes. It's updated once a week and sometimes more often.

Forget It

Craving

Itachi could jump in joy. But he didn't. Why? Because he was Uchiha Itachi, and Uchiha don't jump in joy. Maybe Sasuke did, but he was weak. So the next morning, when he woke up, Itachi didn't jump in joy, even though he knew that the previous night had been eventful and that Naruto could remember.

Normally, when the love of your life could remember you, you became happy.

But Itachi was different – he had found something else to think about. He knew that Naruto could remember everything. That included the reason as to why he got amnesia in the first place.

Itachi was currently sitting in his father's office, tapping a pencil against his father's desk, thinking about the possible reasons as to why Naruto had forgotten everything.

Stress.

It was the first word that appeared in his mind. The most logical – but it couldn't be it. Naruto had never been one to stress or worry about thing. Certainly not enough to forget.

Shock.

It was the most logical, understandable reason. But if it had been a big shock, shouldn't Naruto be telling him right now about and beg for comfort?

The door was opened, successfully stopping Itachi's train of thoughts. Fugaku walked inside, and sat down on the other side of the desk. "Son," he started and leaned back in his chair. "How is Naruto-kun?"

"He's fine, father." Itachi confirmed. Fugaku nodded. "How is mother?"

"She's fine. I believe she called Naruto-kun for a lunch today," Fugaku glanced at the clock. "So they should be out eating somewhere right now."

"I see." Itachi didn't really know what to say after that. His father's way of speaking made it sound like he needed, wanted and was going to have the final word, and therefore it was quite a challenge to have a normal conversation with him.

"Now, Itachi, let's talk about why you are here."

Itachi nodded, knowing that there was always a reason. Never once had Fugaku wanted to see him for other things than business or work. It was different with Sasuke. While Itachi had been raised to become the perfect heir; Sasuke was only plan B, and therefore he got love and affection from their mother, because he had time to spend with her.

It was the reason as to why they were so different, and hated each other. They competed about the attention from their parents – Itachi wanted his mother's affection for once, and Sasuke wanted to be acknowledged by his father.

"You're old enough to have your own department."

Itachi almost choked. The departments had grown, taking in a wider extension of things. Like Public Relations and Economic, they had been thrown into one department, under one boss. It was a big job, to be chief over one department, which would count as two departments at any other company.

"And I think that you'd be ready for it. What do you say, son? Which department would you like to handle? We'll give it a few weeks, and then you can choose officially."

"Father…"

"I know it's a big responsibility. But now, when Naruto-kun is finally back and remembering, I think that you could handle it." Fugaku had a small smirk on his face, a pleased smirk that Itachi recognized so well. Itachi could smirk the exact same way. "How about this, go home and think about it. Talk to Naruto-kun when he comes back from lunch with Mikoto."

"Yes, father." Itachi stood up bowed and left the room before his father even got the chance to dismiss him. He took long steps, not bothering to stop when someone called after him. He took the elevator down, ignoring the greetings.

He was smiling on the inside. A happy, warm feeling was slowly spreading inside of him. He had everything he wanted. He had gotten the promotion he had wanted since he was twelve years old. He had gotten his beautiful lover back. His mother would be thrilled to hear that he was going to propose to Naruto.

His life was perfect, and he could help but smirk to the man that ran off to get his car from the garage.

His life was perfect. He could see it clearly. Too bad that it wasn't enough for him.

UAUAUA

Naruto was forcing a smile on his face as he greeted Mikoto. They sat down by a table and ordered a light lunch. Mikoto was smiling warmly to him, and she was the one to break the silence.

"So, Naruto-kun," she said and took a sip of her water. "Do you remember everything now? Even what made you forgot?"

He nodded slowly. He wasn't sure if he could use his voice – he didn't trust it to hide the emotions he was feeling. He didn't really know what else to do. He had to smile and answer politely when Mikoto asked questions, which normally came naturally to him. But it was hard for him to look her in the eyes. Sasuke and Itachi had the same eyes as her – dark, narrowed and surrounded by thick, long eyelashes.

"So," Mikoto urged him on. "Why did you forget, honey?"

Naruto inhaled. "Well…"

"You're late, moron."

"Shut up! I'm not even ten minutes late!" Naruto gave Sasuke a light shove, and they entered the coffee shop together. It was dimly lit and the kind of calm, boring music that Sasuke enjoyed came from the speakers put on the olive green walls.

They sat by one of the tables in the back, where they wouldn't have to breathe in cigarette smoke and listen to the chaos from the kitchen and the take-away queue. Almost immediately, a girl in her late teens appeared by their side with a polite smile.

After ordering for both of them, Sasuke leaned back and watched Naruto. The blonde had a light blush on his cheeks, from having run from the train station to the coffee shop where he was supposed to meet Sasuke. His blue eyes were sparkling and he smiled happily when the girl came back with their coffee.

Sasuke leaned forward and fingered a little on the edge of the mug. He was the one to speak up first. "Naruto…" He muttered uncertainly. "I have something to tell you."

Naruto looked up and stopped playing with the spoon in the sugar. "Yeah?" There was something that alarmed Naruto, but he wasn't sure what. He waited for Sasuke to continue.

"I have been thinking lately. A lot. And I've realised a few things. I think that I… No, I know… I know that I love you."

Naruto smiled big, and Sasuke's heart fluttered hopefully. "Aww," Naruto's smile didn't go away as he spoke. "I love you too, Sasuke!"

Sasuke allowed himself to smile. "R-really?"

"Of course I do. I love you so much it hurts." Naruto stood up and held out his hand. "Come on, you emotional little bastard. I wanna go to the park."

"But-"

"Now!" Naruto grinned and walked away from the table, proceeding to put on his jacket meanwhile he made his way to the door. Sasuke looked after him, then down in his coffee cup. He hadn't gotten to drink anything! But he put some money on the table and ran after his best friend.

Naruto was already outside, jumping on the place to keep his body warm. "Finally! Thought you'd never show up…oi, Sasuke…what are you doing?"

Naruto became cross-eyed as Sasuke leaned forward. Naruto didn't look away, nor did he step back. He felt his heart beat painfully in his chest as he felt Sasuke's breath on his lips.

"Naruto…" Sasuke leaned closer and put his hands on Naruto's scarred cheeks. His hands were slightly cold against Naruto's face. His thumb caressed one of the lines that went over Naruto's cheek, carefully. "…I love you."

He leaned in. His pale lips pressed over Naruto's softly, and the blonde's eyes widened comically as he parted his lips to complain loudly. No complains came out, but Sasuke sneaked his tongue inside of Naruto's warm mouth.

The kiss was not their first, but it was different. This was not one of those experiments they tried when they were younger. This was a real kiss. And it was a good one. Naruto found himself having a hard time pushing Sasuke away, but he finally did.

"What are you doing?!" Naruto growled, wiping his mouth as if Sasuke's lips were disgusting. "Are you insane?!"

"But you- I…" Sasuke looked away. "I love you, Naruto."

Naruto backed away. "No…Sasuke…" He turned and started running. He soon disappeared into the mass of people. The blonde didn't hear Sasuke's weak apologise.

To Be Continued

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