11 | your design
{sasuke}
As was always the case whenever Naruto was concerned, things didn't go according to Sasuke's plans. That tuesday morning dinner date that was rightfully his to claim had been pushed back three times.
Three times.
Sasuke was constantly teetering on the edge of spontaneously kidnapping Naruto again.
Except this time he'd keep Naruto close, where he can keep an eye on the younger man. Or his hands, maybe even his mouth.
Sasuke would have made a big deal at being cancelled on but Naruto was working so hard that he didn't have the heart to complain.
Naruto had had a busy week. Even Sasuke could see that. He'd once caught the man in his car right after he's parked outside the studio, napping.
Sasuke had taken it upon himself to shove food down Naruto's throat because anyone even remotely attentive would see the young man got too caught up in his schedule and the people he met to even bother with food. But, despite being so very busy Naruto still attempt to have at least one meal together a day if they could.
Which was all sweet and all but the blond had promised him answers. Answers he wanted to waste no time getting. But it was as though everyone was planning against that.
Ino, Sakura and Itachi were keeping Naruto so occupied that it was impossible to have a private conversation. People flocked to him like bears to honey. It was ridiculous.
Naruto's attention should be on Sasuke. At least for one whole conversation. So when it struck five a.m. and the cast and crew dispersed to take a break, Sasuke stole him.
The team had worked through the night and dinner had been light for Naruto since he had some intensive physically exerting scenes. His arms and face were still oiled up from the scene. The sheen brought memories to the front of Sasuke's mind. He cleared his throat.
"Okay then, I'll talk." Naruto agreed, probably figuring out what Sasuke wanted. "From the beginning?" Naruto sighed. "Of course, from the beginning."
He sighed then began with his earliest memory. The first thing Naruto said he could remember was waking up in a junkyard. He guesstimates he was maybe twelve, had been beaten to a pulp and left to die in the trunk of a very old Cadillac. The only clue to who he was were the words stamped on his naval.
Fox Fire.
"Fox Fire?" Sasuke asked while carefully stealing a piece of chicken from Naruto's take-out box. The blond nodded while simultaneously plucking a shrimp from Sasuke's box. "What's that?"
"A club," Naruto replied. He had been climbing up elevator shafts, crawling through vents and pulling himself up on ledges and rooftops. The play of muscles on full display - thanks to the black tank-top. Every single movement spoke of powerful arms and hours of training, the thought made Sasuke shift in his seat.
"What's a twelve-year-old doing in a club?"
"That's exactly what I wondered."
Thanks to certain thoughts Sasuke was warming up despite the fact that they were huddled tightly together in the fire-escape of the warehouse Naruto was filming at. Even though it was a chilly morning, it had been plenty stuffy indoors.
There had been way more people on set than usual for a big, crowded police station scene. The chilly breeze was a welcome change from the claustrophobia of the indoors that was slowly creeping along Sasuke's skin.
"How did you end up unconscious in a junkyard?" He picked the most obvious question.
"I don't know. I don't remember. Sometimes I wonder whether I want to..." Naruto said with a strain of vulnerable tenderness. His words sounded like an echo from the scene he'd just witnessed being filmed only a few days after they met.
"Your character in Rasengan...Menma?"
"Yeah, Menma says that in a later episode." Naruto nodded with a surprised little smile at Sasuke recognising the dialogue. "Um, I added it," Naruto rubbed the back of his neck in mild embarrassment when Sasuke looked at him a little stunned. "It was just one thing."
"That scene changes everything! It gives your whole character a different angle." Sasuke shifts to look at him with appropriate awe.
"I know," Naruto agreed. "I wasn't trying to change everything, it was just a suggestion. Luckily Itachi liked it."
Sasuke watched Naruto's embarrassed cheeks slowly fill with some colour as the wind nipped at Naruto's cheeks. Luck had nothing to do with it. Itachi would have to be an idiot to not take the suggestion. And Itachi is no idiot.
Sasuke sighed. "Okay... so did you find out what Fox Fire is?"
Naruto paused with the can of sweet lemon soda halfway up to his mouth. He settled for, "A club." Before taking a sip.
"What kind of club?"
"A sex club," he replied. Sasuke observed Naruto's face for a few minutes, he realised the blond wasn't joking. He wasn't even breathing, all his attention was on the conversation even as he stared at the logo on the bag of the Chinese place Sasuke had ordered from.
Sasuke set his own take out box down and scratched at the label on his non-carbonated lemonade. "You're serious."
"I wasn't working for them." Naruto began a bit defensively, his words rushing out as if scared to be misunderstood. He paused then bristled in annoyance. "Okay, I was, but not like... I wasn't a sex worker."
Sasuke's stiff shoulders suddenly slackened. "Okay... Then?"
"I was a delivery boy." Naruto shrugged and attacked the dumplings sitting in the container between them. His motions a bit too casual. Sasuke noted the forced nonchalance and frowned, realising he hadn't seen a flash of blue eyes for a long while, and it wasn't all because he'd been checking out the fine blond man in front of him.
"What kind of delivery boy?" While not generally a curious person who wanted to know every little aspect of someone's life, Naruto brought out a unique unquenchable curiosity in Sasuke. He wanted to know everything.
Naruto's shoulders were a bit tense, he was studiously picking at the little rice left at the bottom of his own box.
"Oh, you know..." When he looked up he wore a smile a mile wide, his eyes closed as if to show off an extreme gleeful type of happiness. It was a trainwreck that made Sasuke wince.
Sasuke had been on the receiving end of a lot of fake smiles in his life. After having been blessed to witness the somewhat holy event of a real genuine smile from Naruto, he never thought that he'd see this hideous grimace turned to him.
"No, I don't, enlighten me," Sasuke said in a somewhat unimpressed voice. Hoping to make clear that he wasn't being fooled by that gargoyle grin.
Naruto looked at him, his cheeks washing white a bit. "I don't, I mean... I don't think you want to hear this one, Sasuke."
"I asked, didn't I?" Sasuke insisted. Still slowly picking at his meal. In contrast to Naruto, he'd only finished half his meal and was running full.
"Doesn't mean you'll like it," Naruto muttered.
Sasuke wondered for a moment at what the blond wasn't telling him then shrugged it off. "I'll be the judge of that. And we won't know if you don't tell me." His arguments brooked no counter.
Naruto sighed in defeat. "I delivered drugs." The words expanded in the air, making his breath became more difficult to take in.
"Sasori. Sasori? Sasori took you?" Naruto nodded and Sasuke looked he'd been harassed. "I saw him a thousand times when I was working with... I never even knew. He had you this whole time, he knew where you were all along... and I had no idea!"
Naruto's face was rather surprised as Sasuke voiced his thoughts, he had no inkling what to expect, but this wasn't it. "Thinking about you for so long and I could have seen you if only I'd voiced some sort of question about you in his vicinity!"
Now Naruto was blushing, silenced in the face of the lack of Sasuke's embarrassment at having admitting something like he'd just done.
"What? You thought I'd change my mind at finding out you were a drug mule?" Sasuke scoffed. "Don't be a moron. If anything I should be worried about your reaction to my past."
"What did you do?"
"I..." Sasuke then froze. His face, his lungs, his wish to breathe at all.
"It's okay if you're not ready," Naruto said, letting his hand fall on Sasuke's at his knee. Intertwining their fingers with their palm both face down. Sasuke took a shaky breath, looking at Naruto with sudden deep gratitude. "Take your time."
Sas squeezed his hand. "You were saying."
"People might have died because they overdosed on drugs I brought to their local," Naruto added.
"You were doing what you had to." Sasuke let his hand pat comfortingly on Naruto's knee. "Don't let anyone guilt you into thinking otherwise. I know what it's like to have to work with someone just to stay alive, Naruto."
Naruto was silent for entirely too long. The stretching silence felt like plastic cling wrap winding around his skin, trapping him in the moment.
Then, the figurative ripping of the cling wrap came in the form of a couple of tears. One going down each side of Naruto's face, in a silently suffering rendition of a race. The tear sliding down his left cheek was ahead.
Sasuke's eyes widened, alarmed at the reaction. "Hey, this isn't news to you, is it?" He asked, feeling panicked even as he tried to pat the blond on the back to comfort him. Sasuke was at a loss.
Naruto recovered from his loss first, wrapping his arms around Sasuke, squishing the dumplings between them. His kind of empty container and chopsticks forgotten yet still clutched in his hand. "I... I'm just..." but clearly he hadn't recovered from the loss of words.
Sasuke felt the blond sag a bit and realised what the blond was failing to say. Sasuke could read it from the sudden release of tension from the body he'd been very much studying and in tune with all day. "Relieved. You're relieved."
Naruto nodded, blond hair tickling Sasuke's ear.
"Okay, first of all, are you an absolute moron? You have any idea what I've done my whole life?"
"I mean, yeah... I kinda figured... Since you said that I was the reason you were able to get out... So that must mean you were in for a while. Like, to some extent at least. And must have like seen some shit."
Sasuke watched in fascination when Naruto's reaction was rather unruffled about Sasuke's possible criminal tie-ups. His casual tone made him sound more innocent than he was. As if having read his expression the boy let out a nervous laugh as he pulled away from the hug but not completely leaving Sasuke's space bubble.
"Well with the way you said it...made it sound, made it sound like you wanted out and like you weren't happy there. I figured that you probably wouldn't be still involved... if you could help it... in that case." his volume steadily tapered to the end. Clearly unsure.
"Damn right I'm out," Sasuke replied simply. Holding Naruto's gaze, making sure the younger man could see that truth in his own eyes.
"Oh." Naruto swallowed. "I'm... I'm..."
Sasuke's face blanked. "You're still in."
"Not exactly. I just... Well...It's complicated."
"He let you out nicely and he keeps tabs on you because you're useful so he keeps coming back like some relapse and fucks up the life you're trying to build anew but whenever he does but you can't say no."
Naruto's eyes grew wider slowly and he gaped at Sasuke. "How the fuck?"
"I believe we technically grew up in two different branches of the same criminal organisation. The reason they haven't been caught yet is because they know how to handle their people. Keep them in or keep them six feet under."
Sasuke turned, standing up and pulling up the left side of his shirt. There was in kanjis tattooed with black ink, in fancy calligraphy were the words Chi No Yoake. They were arranged in a pyramid; Chi at the top and No Yoake forming a base. There was, inked on his pale skin, a texture of fire emanating from the words.
血 の 夜明け
Naruto stood up. Pulled at his hair in a moment of tribulation. Then he angled himself and pushed down the right side of his pants just enough to expose the artwork stamped onto the skin just a little south-west from the hip bone.
Inked in red, spreading to the butt cheek - but not too much - were different words in the same script and design. Spiralling out from a centre were the words, Muketsu No Kakumei.
無血 革命
A similar fire texture surrounded the words, but the artwork was thinner, probably due to a difference of artist's hand.
They both looked at each other until Sasuke shivered a bit, Naruto pulled his pant back up and Sasuke blushed slightly.
They both were quiet for a second, taking in the new revelation as they both pulled their jackets tighter around themselves before Naruto voiced his thought.
"For the record, I have no idea what those words are," Naruto admitted.
"Mine says, Dawn of Blood." Sasuke brings his left hand up and bites at his sleeve self-consciously. His eyes a bit distant. Then his eyes focus on Naruto.
Naruto simply looks confused then he sighed and offered. "I have no idea what mine says either."
Sasuke's eyes widen at the implication. A boy bound in fealty to an organisation without proper ceremony meant only that he'd not been inducted properly.
"Yours... yours says Bloodless Revolution."
"What does that mean?"
"How do you not know what yours says?"
"I kind of escaped right after this was put on me... The only way to get me an opportunity to be...rescued from Kakuzu's faction was for me to accept Nagato's terms and do the ceremony... I... Technically, I still haven't given my oath... They're... they're still looking for me Sasuke."
Sasuke's eyes widened. There was silence then an explosion from him. "Then why the fuck are you putting your face on billboards?"
"I...I'm tired of running and hiding." Naruto looked down into his hands. "I'm also... I'm hoping... to find someone. More like, hoping that putting my face out there like that will make sure that someone finds me."
"Who?" Sasuke's shoulders looked tensed, his gaze fixed on Naruto. Naruto touched his cheek, just because he could, Sasuke's cheeks were chill, he looked a bit pale too.
Naruto smiled and the smile warmed Sasuke before the words sliced to the warmth with an icicle. "My parents."
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