Immortals (Naruto fanfic, Modern AU)

Immortals Chapter 45 - Damn Royalty

Some of you may know this guy up here ^ It's Takahiro Morita, vocalist of One Ok Rock, aka, one of my favourite bands. I rethought a few things, and I've decided that his voice suits Sasuke's singing voice better than Michael Barnes from RED, simply because this is how I'd imagine Sasuke's singing voice to sound in Japanese. In English, I guess RED's music would suit him, but for this, I'm sticking with OOR. Sasuke is supposed to be Japanese, so it didn't make sense giving him an English singer (even though in this book he can speak fluent English. Sshhhh, don't tell anyone, it's a secret!)

Anyway, enjoy the chapter. I've rambled enough.
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At the sound of the doorbell, Ayame quickly pushed herself to her feet, hurrying to the front door. Her family acted as if she hadn't even left, continuing to stare at the tv while occasionally chatting. That was her father's definition of "family-bonding time", and he was not amused that Ayame planned on cutting it short that week. She'd had to give herself extra chores just to be able to go to the masquerade with Sasuke tonight.

Reaching the door, she pulled it open, greeted with the sight of Richard, to her surprise.

"Delivery for the girlfriend." He droned, an irked look on his face.

"Wow. You got a promotion! Well done, Richard! Pat on the back!" Ayame sarcastically praised, giving him a false smile. "Sasuke's got you on postman duty?"

"For tonight. He's too busy right now to deliver this, so he got me to do it." Richard held out the bag in his hand, before it his knuckles seemed to connect with the invisible barrier in the doorway. He let out a cry of pain, shaking his hand as if it would help with the pain.

Ayame laughed, taking the bag from him. "Now, now, you know the rules. Sasuke reminds you almost every day, doesn't he?" She scolded, to which he grew a scowl. "Don't spent more time than necessary with me, don't get too close, and the most important rule..."

"Don't hit on you. I know." Richard's eyebrow twitched. "Whatever. I'm going."

"Bye, then," she slammed the door shut almost instantly after he'd turned around.

She took an excited peek inside the bag. Unfortunately, she couldn't see anything inside, due to it all being packed inside boxes. With a pout, she closed the bag over and popped her head around the doorway.

"Rika, want to help me?" She asked with a pleading smile. "Pleeeeeeease?"

Rika rolled her eyes but clambered from the couch, following her younger sister upstairs. As soon as the two entered her bedroom, they excitedly began looking through the bag.

"So what should be in this?" Rika asked.

"A dress, shoes, purse and mask." Ayame explained, smiling. "Sasuke wanted to get me gifts, and I refused to let him, so he told me he'd pick out a dress for me."

"Did he ask for your sizes?"

"Surprisingly, no. But I did notice he has been looking at my face less often than usual lately."

Her sister snorted in amusement. "Well, let's see if he's a good judge of size. We don't want it to turn out that he can't judge your cup size!"

"Rika!" Ayame's cheeks flushed. The thought of Sasuke even looking there was embarrassing.

"Come on, let's see what he got." Rika giggled, before pulling out a box. "What colour dress do you think he'd pick for you?" She asked, setting her hands on top of the box as she waited for her sister's answer.

Ayame hummed in thought for a moment. "It's obvious, really. The only choices are black and white, so... He'd go all black, I'd go white. It's a statement, no doubt. Something about purity and a light to the darkness, knowing Sasuke and his lyric-writing meaningfulness."