Sasuke's POV
December 27th
Midnight
Osaka, Japan.
May my love
Bring you clarity
As to who you feel you are
In your chest.
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"S-Sasuke?" Naruto grumbles in a husky tone as he stretches his arms and legs over the couch. I jump in fear to the sound of his voice; he's finally awake hours after bringing him to my house and sleeping in my bed and on the couch. I remembered to take his phone while he was unconcious, and I even had the dignity to switch him out of his suit and into my t-shirt and sweatpants. The sight of him in my clothes makes me feel warm and causes my cheeks to burn, but not enough to show color.
From the other side of the sofa, I pause the videogame I've been playing and I place the controller beside me. "Hey, kitsune." I place a small smile on my face that's genuine as I glance into his colbalt eyes. I try and act like everything is normal as he has a panicked expression on his face.
Naruto looks around frantically, trying to take in his surroundings. The room is pitch black with night, and the TV is the only lightsource throughout the space. "Sasuke, w-where am I?" He looks down to his sweatpants. "W-Who's clothes are these? Why do I got sucha bad headache?" His eyebrows knit in utter confusion as he grips the arm of the couch in fear, with his eyes wide open; staring at me.
"We were playing video games together and you fell asleep," I tell him, hoping he'll believe it. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you up. You've been passed out for quite a few hours now: I was really nervous." To soothe his worries, I reach out to him and grab his warm hand; interwining our fingers together as I grant him a humbling smirk. I tighten my grip and move closer to him so I don't have to reach across the sofa.
"Why are you holding my hand? S-Sorry, I'm asking a lot of questions, huh?" he murmurs in a hushed tone, his cheeks becoming colored as he looks down at our embraced hands.
I chuckle as if he should know. "It's because I'm your boyfriend, Naruto," I lie, lifting his delicate hand up to my lips to kiss it gently. "Is this not what people do when they're in love?"
He rips his hand out of mine and jumps away; his back slamming into the arm of the couch behind him. "Boyfriend?! S-Since when? I don't remember consenting to any relationship with you at all! The last thing I remember was performing at the winter concert last night!" He runs his hand through his hair as he ponders deep in his thoughts for an explanation to this situation. I'm scared that he won't believe it if I told him weeks have passed since then. If that happens, my whole plan will be ruined and he could get hurt.
I pretend to act concerned as I gasp. "What? The winter concert happened weeks ago! Did you wake up with ammesia? I-I can't believe that you don't even remember we're a couple..." I hold my hands over my eyes loosely to mock that I'm weeping: adding a few sniffles here and there to make it more believable. But while I'm doing so, all I can think about is what it would be like to have a real romantic relationship with him. To shower him with attention, to sleep with him in his bed, and to kiss his lips; it's all so surreal.
"Amnesia? But I coulda sworn-"
I cut off his words by shutting off the paused television; allowing the room to be pitch black besides the ray of moonlight beaming across the space where we sit. I need to convince him. I turn to face him and eye him for a few seconds before holding his wrist tightly and pinning him down underneath my body. I bring my lips next to his ear to whisper lustfully, "You don't need to worry about that, baby. I'm here, and everything's okay." I brush my moistened lips down from his earlobe to grant him kisses on his jawline; wrapping my legs around his waist.
Naruto whimpers in pleasure and distress simotaniously; struggling to get his wrist free from my grip. "W-What are you doing? Sasuke please, s-stop." He tries to hold back his moans quietly as I move my lips to his neck. "No. Don't stop. I-I've never felt anything like this...It's crazy."
I giggly deviously with a sly smile on my face; releasing his wrist and cupping my hand over his cheek. His blue eyes stare into mine wonderously, like he's looking at the universe itself; his warm breath on my face granting chills down my body. "Can I kiss you, Kitsune?" I whisper softly with humbleness in my voice. His tan skin illuminated by the moonlight makes his rosey cheeks clarible; them filling with pigmented color as I bring my lips closer to his. His breathing turns unven; he can't find the words to respond to me.
"I don't know," he murmurs unclearly with a shaky voice. "I've still never kissed anyone before, ya know? Well...at least that I can remember since I have amnesia, supposedly."
I run my fingers through his golden locks gingerly as I assure him with my dark eyes that I'll be gentle, and I'll handle him with care. He knods in approval to grant me permission so I can continue to do what I've always dreamt to do with Naruto.
Rubbing his whiskers softly with my thumb, I cup both of his cheeks as I slowly tilt my head and bring my lips closer to his. Naruto's eyelids fall, and I do the same when we become milimeters apart from our lips crashing. Within seconds, I brush my lips over his softly as an invitation to move forward, yet his lips stand frozen from inexperience and shock; his hand traveling up my back and my shirt for stability.
"Don't fret, Kitsune. Just follow my lead," I whisper to him flirtatiously. I continue to kiss him by tugging on his bottom lip tenderly; allowing him to figure things out with my top lip. His lips feel velvety and plush, and it calls for a good amount of pleasure. Once he starts to get into the rhythm of kiss, I decide that he's a natural at it. So I'm going to take this a step further.
I slowly lick the lining of his bottom lip to bring moisture into the kiss; him gasping quietly and gripping the back of my shirt in shock. But soon enough he understands the point, and we kiss like the french; our embrace
becoming deeper and deeper by the second. I groan to the sensation of his tongue against mine, and I smile on his lips.
I break away from the kiss; both of us panting in unison and gasping for air. I sit upwards with my legs still over his hips; clinging to his waist. I stare down at him undereath me and examine the beauty coming from his eyes, hair, and everything about him. "I'm proud of you," I mumble to him, my cheeks burning with heat. "That was one hell of a first kiss. Even though I've already kissed you many times before; you just don't remember it anymore is all."
"I-I liked it a lot," Naruto stutters, his face filling with blush. His arms reach out to hold me, so I fall ontop of his body yet again to hold him in a tight enbrace. The warmth from his chest is enticing, and makes me feel drowsy. But I can't fall asleep because there's one question I have in mind.
"Naruto, do you trust me?"
"Mm-hm," he replies, holding me closer to him as his fingers tangle in my black locks.
A small smirk stretches up my face. "Good." I get off of him and I begin to walk towards my door; leaving Naruto sprawled out on the couch in confusion. "I need to speak to my brother. I'll be back, okay?"
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Naruto's POV
Something isn't right.
I know he's lying to me.
Or is he?
I frantically sit up and pat my back pocket, only to realize that my phone isn't there. I need to figure out what the date is today, so I know I'm not crazy. There is no way I have amnesia, I don't remember even getting in an accident that would of caused it. I also know I wouldn't of dated Sasuke so quickly like this, if he's claiming I'm his boyfriend. Although...I did just let him give me my first kiss. Why did I do it? I'm not really sure. But the fact I've been in love with him for many past lives makes me wonder if I'm destined to do the same in this one.
I glance at the TV remote that lies on the coffee table infront of me. The news! I can find out the date on the news! I quickly grab the remote to turn on the television, only to see Sasuke's video game pop up. I change the input, then I find the local news channel for Osaka. My eyes scroll down to the bottom of the screen to find the time and date.
One in the morning...December 27th.
The day aftet the Winter Concert.
I stand infront of the TV shaking with anger and distraught; tears beginning to pool in my eyes. I never thought things could only get worse, until a repetitive ringing noise came from the TV and the news broadcast dissapeared. A warning message popped up on the screen, followed by a robotic voice that says, "Amber alert! Uzumaki, Naruto is a 16 year old boy with blond hair and blue eyes. He was last seen at Osaka's annual Winter Concert. If you have any information, please contact 119*."
An amber alert...for me?
Now I remember Sasuke kidnapping me, and beating the crap out of Sai in the process...I'm assuming I passed out.
Enraged, I turn off the televison with the remote and I slam it onto the ground. Pieces of the plastic shatters and breaks off on the hardwood. "Damn you! How could you do this to me?!" I fall into my knees, as my emotions make my muscles weak. Warm tears flood down my face and off my jawline; my fist clutching to my sides so hard that my nails dig into my palm. I try recklessly to catch my breath, but I can't and my lung feel like they're on fire. I finally gasp some air into my lungs; making a sound like I just reached the surface of an ocean.
"What the hell are you planning with me, Uchiha?!"
*119 is the emergency contact number in Japan to reach first responders and medical help.