To Be Loved

To Be Loved
Sasuke has a nasty little hobby that gets out of hand when he meets his victim weeks after in a company meeting,who has no idea of the act the raven has committed against n he survive this broken blonde's kindness,or will he be driven mad with guilt? Rape, abuse {Discontinued}

Chapter 2: Knowing No Shame
Last Chapter: Uchiha Sasuke, second in charge of the prosperous U.C Inc, creates his only tangle of a mess when his nasty little hobby leads him to rape a nineteen-year-old blonde. Said blonde is Uzumaki Naruto, newly appointed heir to the Gamabunta Metalworks, becomes a quiet and insecure person after the rape. The two meet officially during a company meeting, Naruto remaing unknowing while Sasuke himself is plagued with a sudden bout of guilt. Can the raven keep up appearances when he knows the truth?
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There was nothing but the sound of his breathing, and the quiet grinding as he pushed the boxes on top of each other in small mounds. Brushing away the sweat that formed on his brow, Naruto paused in his movements. His body ached but it felt good, and even though the sun was burning the back of his neck, he was enjoying the warmth of its rays. "Good afternoon, Naruto." The blonde turned about and smiled kindly as Iruka stepped out of a car, walking over to the younger male's side.

The advisor's brown eyes swept across the truck and the street before turning back to the Uzumaki. "I see you're finally moving. Why the sudden change?," the man asked, watching as the blonde went back to work, moving boxes into the back of the truck. Naruto shrugged, pushing the box across the truck floor, before bending to get another one.

"I got selected as heir to the company. So I figure I might as well move to a residence closer to the company. Save myself the commute." Here, the blonde paused, jumping into the back of the truck and placing another box closer to the back. "Mind handing me that headboard?"

Iruka looked at the mentioned item leaning against a lamp post and moved to grab it, placing it in the man's waiting tan hands. "I guess I can understand that, but why didn't you move before?," the brunette questioned, dusting his hands off.

Naruto remained silent as he placed the board in a secure position inside the truck, and again Iruka was left to wonder what could have possibly happened to change the blonde. The blue-eyed teen had always been a happy, no-bars kind of person who would willingly spill his guts to someone he trusted. Now, every sentence was hesitant, as if the male was afraid to voice his opinions. Finally the teen spoke. "I just had other things to do with the money."

Iruka quietly sighed, as the Uzumaki jumped back onto the pavement. "You could have always asked for an advance. Jiraiya or myself would have been happy to supply you with the money, you know?"

Naruto turned to the brunette, and let a small smile cross his lips, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Money wasn't the problem," he replied.

Again, the advisor felt a sigh coming and hurried to stifle it. He knew it was never about the money. Iruka brought his gaze back up and studied his new boss with a sad eye. "I know this place meant a lot to you, but sometimes we've got to move on. I hope you won't let your thoughts keep coming back here once you move," the man said quietly.

The Uzumaki paused in his actions, and the silence engulfed both men. "I don't know if I could do that," the blonde answered, shutting the truck door and locking it. Iruka felt a pang of guilt in his chest, and tried to cover it up when Naruto turned around with a smile. "So... what about your classes? Are you going to keep attending school?," the brown-haired advisor asked, following behind his charge.

Naruto stopped at the truck's door, scratching the back of his head as he thought it over. Obviously if he was going to be a company's CEO, he was going to be busy all the time. Trying to do classes on top of all that would be too difficult a task. "No, I guess not."

Iruka frowned at those words. "But I thought you wanted to get your Master's. Wasn't that why you took Law in University?" The brown-haired assistant knew without a doubt how much getting his Master's in Law meant to the blonde. It's what the boy put almost all his paycheck too. And the boy was no slacker either. At 19, Naruto was already well-enough through his third year in University, excelling with top grades. He may not have been Uchiha brilliant but the blonde could easily outwork anyone with sheer determination alone.

The golden-crowned teen opened the truck door, and smiled at the baffled man. "It's alright, Iruka-san. As the new CEO of Gamabunta Metalworks, my company comes first. There's always time later to get that degree." His words held such a good point even with the soft tone they were spoken in, that the brunette felt he had no other choice but to agree.

"Alright, Naruto. I'll come by your new place tomorrow to check up on you, ok?" The Uzumaki nodded, and with a simple wave, Iruka returned to his car; starting the engine and pulling away. Naruto watched him go until he was past the bend before getting into the truck. His cerulean orbs stared distantly at his old apartment. That was the place he'd been born at, that was the place where he grew up. That was the place that he stayed up all night waiting for his mother to come home, only to find out that she was never coming home.

Tears that should have come couldn't make it past his detachment, and the sorrow soon wilted away. Still, as he turned in his seat, placing his hands on the wheel, the strange sense of disappointment wouldn't leave him. His mom's death was the reason he'd worked so hard in school, taking Law in University- a place he never thought a failure like himself would get to. He'd promised himself he'd do this for both himself and her. Putting off graduating... it felt like he was breaking that promise. Tan fingers turned the keys in the ignition, the engine rumbling to life. It was then that Naruto's eyes looked to his left, gazing into the alley across the street.

Without a single conscience thought, he turned his eyes back forward and put the vehicle into drive. Pulling away from the curb, he could only think how he could do noone any good when he couldn't even do anything good for himself.
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Getting to his new apartment wasn't much of a problem. Most people were at work at that moment so there wasn't much traffic and for once, Naruto was glad. It meant that he would be able to get situated in his new place before nightfall. Getting started, the blonde worked the rest of the afternoon through, even having time to return the borrowed truck and drive back in his own car. Jiraiya had thought the mustang was a good promotion present. The Uzumaki didn't have a problem with the car, it was the new underground parking that he wasn't quite comfortable with.

It took him nearly five minutes to just leave the car after parking it, and only one to run through the damn place to the elevators. His heart was beating much too fast, his stomach felt like a ship at sea, and everything was spinning. Holding his gut, and trying to quell the sickness that threatened to rise, he hurriedly pressed the elevators buttons. Only when the door closed and he could no longer see the dark chamber of the underground parking lot did he begin to breathe again. He choked back a sob, sliding onto the elevator floor. Pressing his knees to his chest, the blonde cocked his head back and gazed unblinking into the overhead lights. "He's not here... he can't be here. Not when there's light...," he whispered to himself, over and over again as the elevator rose.

Finally, he managed to calm down, the ping of the elevator as it passed a floor acting as a soothing sound. As the metal lift ground to a stop, Naruto clambered to his feet, wiping a hand down his face. He stepped out of the elevator and headed for his apartment door, keys jingling in the palm of his hand. He stood in the entrance of his new place, having locked the door behind him, gazing at the four white walls that made up his living room. Across from him stood two large bay windows, through which he could see the entire city.

His eyes remained fixed on the scene, as if studying its beauty from the view fifty-three floors up. Then his eyes shifted, staring down at his feet as he walked through the silent apartment, fingers clenching around the light switch. The blonde flicked the switch, and light flooded the room, chasing out the darkness that had begun to creep in. "And there was light...," he quoted dryly, stepping away from the evening sky and down his new hall.
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Uchiha Sasuke was not an emotional man. If one were to ask his brother, the elder sibling would agree and say that his younger raven was about as emotional as a rock. Therefore, one would be surprised if they were to peek upon the younger Uchiha at the moment. The raven was busy pacing back and forth in his office, a confused frown marring his handsome features. It was easy to see that the man was troubled, which would ask the question of 'why?'. What would a Uchiha have to worry about?

For Sasuke, his problems lay in a blonde, blue-eyed male that he had the unfortunate coincidence to be paired up with, to act as a consult to the Metalworks' new CEO. Wiping a hand down his face, the raven plopped down into his leather chair, elbows resting on the edge of his desk. "What is it otouto-kun... you've never looked so troubled before." Sasuke looked up at his brother as the elder entered the room, frowning more at his sibling's appearance. "I didn't know my looks mattered to you," the raven retorted, turning his eyes away to glare at the wall beside Itachi. He wouldn't confuse his brother's words as actual concern for his well-being. He knew that the other man didn't care.

The elder male hmmed in response, before turning in the doorway. "Whatever it is... fix it. I don't need you complicating your meeting with Naruto-kun tomorrow," Itachi said. This caught the younger man's attention and he turned his head to the door. "What meeting?,"he questioned, nervousness creeping into his bones. Itachi's eyes seemed to radiate a red glow in the dim light as they focused in on his brother, an almost searching quality reflecting in the black orbs.

"Naruto-kun's moved into the apartment below your penthouse suite, little brother. It would be proper as neighbors to welcome the man into the complex." The elder raven's words left no room for argument, and Sasuke only nodded in reply. Obviously satisfied, Itachi stepped out of the room. "Don't stay late," he called over his shoulder as he walked down the hallway. Sasuke waited until he heard the elevator come and go, before he fell slack in his chair.

He was supposed to be cold and uncaring about outside persons except for himself. Even the raven knew that. But despite his frigid personality, he was feeling... scared. Again, he scolded himself and believed the feeling to be irrational. What should he care for a raped blonde? 'Who just happens to have become one of my main business associates.' Sasuke sighed, and clenched the bridge of his nose.

It seemed that he was just going to have to accept that his conscience had decided to make an appearance, and that these emotions wouldn't go away no matter how much denying and convincing he did. But what did one do with the weird clenching in their gut? The Uchiha was an F-ranked student when it came to feelings and dealing with others in what was considered a socially moral way. Which explained his bafflement, but didn't explain the strange sickness he was experiencing.

The raven spun his chair around and gazed out the office floor-to-ceiling windows, coal eyes reflecting the lights of the city. Maybe he should just put this issue aside. After all, this worrying was unbecoming of him and was only distracting him from his work. Frowning again, Sasuke got to his feet. He turned out the office's lamp, then strolled out of the room, locking the door behind him. The building was silent as he made his way through it, not surprising as it was some time after one in the morning, but the quiet allowed him to relax.

In the darkness, the youngest Uchiha felt his tension leave him, as he made his way into the parking lot and got into his Porsche. When he got to his penthouse apartment though, his tension returned as he gazed down at the floor beneath his feet. Below him, sleeping unknowingly, was the person that he had broken. Itachi didn't need to worry... things were already complicated between him and the Uzumaki. Sasuke ground fingers into his temple, trying to ward the oncoming headache off. "I need a drink," he mumbled, and stumbled to his kitchen.
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"Good morning, Itachi-sama, Sasuke-san." Both ravens inclined their heads in greeting, stepping into the apartment. Behind them, Naruto closed the door, coming up and offering to take their coats. Sasuke declined, while Itachi just handed the blonde his coat. Bowing, the yellow-haired male skittered back to the entryway. Three of the four men there watched his departure, before turning to look at each other. "Uchiha-san, Sasuke-san," Iruka greeted, bowing slightly to the two dark-haired men. Jiraiya nodded to each of the two Uchihas, though only Sasuke returned his nod. "Would anyone like something to drink?," Naruto asked, coming back into the living room.

Coffee was requested, and a cup of green tea, so again the blonde exited the room. Silence reined among the four males: two ravens with expressionless faces, a white-haired man frowning as he gazed out the window, and the brown-haired advisor who could only fidget in the presence of his superiors. "S-so...," Iruka began nervously, turning to Sasuke. "C-come across anyone that's caught your interest, Sasuke-san?" The younger raven gave the brunette a blank look, before casting his eyes to the side. "I'm sure the tabloids would have it posted if I did, Iruka-san," the man replied.

Iruka blushed at the statement, and bowed his head in embarrassment. "O-of co-course...," he stuttered back. Jiraiya snorted, and faced the youngest Uchiha. "I hope you'll be good to the brat," Jiraiya said, casting Itachi a fleeting glance before narrowing his eyes at Sasuke. "Just because I'm retiring, doesn't mean I won't pull my company out. I can and will break my contract with your company, Uchiha, if you harm that boy in any way or form. Understand?"

Sasuke glared back at the man but knew that the Sannin had more power than him, and would easily follow through on his word. It would be disastrous if U.C Inc lost its most valuable metalworks factory to one of their competitors, like S.O.U.N.D. Inc. The raven nodded his head, ignoring the patronizing look his brother gave him, and swallowing the anger he felt. There seemed to be a lot of people looking out for Naruto.

"Tea." The black-haired youth blinked at the cup held out at him, before taking the mug and sipping at the steaming liquid. Naruto circled the room and gave mugs to each of his guests with a gentle voice and a tired smile. Once done, the shorter man finally sat on the couch with Jiraiya. Without seeming to be too interested, Sasuke watched as Uzumaki folded his hands on his lap, blue eyes beginning to darken as they lowered to the floor.

"It was nice of you to come visit me, Itachi-sama. I had only wished that I'd unpacked some more," Naruto said, turning to smile at the oldest Uchiha. The younger raven had to put the mug to his lips to hide the frown that had formed, fingers gripping his cup tightly as the same itch from the meeting a week ago returned. There was a sour taste at the back of his throat that made his tea bitter as he drank the scolding liquid, and he wished even more he could erase his brother from existence.

Itachi didn't return the smile, placing a hand on his sibling's shoulder instead. "That's alright, Naruto-kun. My brother and I only came to welcome you in your new home. That is, after all, what neighbors do," the raven replied. The tanned man turned his head to the younger raven, the tiny smile having yet to leave his face. "You live in the building, Sasuke-san?," the blonde asked.

Sasuke felt the itch decrease in intensity as Naruto focused his attention on him, though now there was a nagging feeling at the back of his mind. "Yes," Itachi answered, just as the nineteen year-old opened his mouth to reply. And just like that, the Uzumaki's attention was turned back to his older brother. "Sasuke lives in the penthouse above you." Iruka smiled politely beside the blonde. "Isn't that great Naruto? Now you can easily contact Sasuke-san if you need anything."

Naruto nodded at the advisor's words. "Yes. It will be most helpful."
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After another hour of mindless chatter, and a few more cups of green tea, and it was finally time to leave. Sasuke got to his feet, slipping his shoes on, as he watched the blonde waving goodbye to Iruka. Itachi and Jiraiya were already gone- Itachi leaving five minutes after the initial discussion to attend a meeting, Jiraiya leaving fifteen minutes after that for an errand he said he needed to run. With nothing better to do, Sasuke had decided to stay, if only so he could keep an eye on the brown-haired advisor. Despite knowing that the Umino was to be an advisor to the blonde, the raven couldn't be sure if that was all there was to their... relationship. Naruto shut the door, and turned around, cerulean orbs opening in mild surprise.

"You're leaving too, Sasuke-san?," the blonde asked. The Uchiha fought the urge to roll his eyes, standing up to straighten his jacket. What kind of person would ask that question when someone was standing at the door, jacket and shoes on? Clearly he was leaving.

"I must be going," he said instead, locking eyes with sapphire ones. Naruto nodded, that strange smile appearing on his face. Uzumaki opened the door for the raven, as Sasuke walked out. "Have a goodnight Sasuke-san," came the soft farewell, before the door was shut. The raven turned around and looked at the closed door. For some reason, the blonde's dismissal pissed him off, and he clenched his fists in rage. The raven gritted his teeth, his mind telling him that it was disrespectable to have someone say goodbye to him like that, as if he were being told off. And it was then that his mind, in the absence of his newly-found conscience, began to entertain the idea of teaching the tanned teen some proper manners. 'Maybe I should bend that little bitch over and-!' Sasuke cut that thought short, but couldn't help but smirk.

He continued to stare at the bland beige door before walking to the elevators. Now that the blonde was living right below him, and would be associating with him on a near regular basis, he would have plenty of opportunities to reprimand the Uzumaki for his actions. Sasuke's conscious had a rebirth only later that night, after screwing Ino into the motel's flimsy mattress, as he headed home. And that's when he noted that Naruto's cerulean eyes had seemed even duller than last week.
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(And that's the end of this short-lived fic. Ah, maybe it was all for the best anyhow... I didn't have any idea where this was heading and it probably would have circled around to a halt or a pathetically cliche ending anyway)