My Man, My Money

Bad Phone Calls

"Hello Sasuke..."

At first it was a slow numbing; the nightmare of my love missing, but then I heard the one voice I hoped I would never have to hear again. It was then I knew my nightmare was no longer make believe, but cruel world getting back at me.

"...been a while since we last- what talked, saw each other?" It was a rhetorical question. Even if I did have answer it's not like he would hear me say it, then again. My eyes flickered to the camera on my laptop. "You are correct Sasuke, I am watching you right now; and in every way possible."

My eyes jumped to the two out of the four camera's in my office. "I've been watching you Sasuke you should know that." I do know that, I just chose to suppress it, try and forget about it; and it had been working up until now. I licked my lips and waited. "Now it's time for you listen, and listen closely. There should be a number one screen, now. As soon as this video is over you are to leave the building and call that number. You'll have four minutes to do so, so you better make it quick. Pack your laptop and the hard-drive, if anyone ask questions ignore them and keep moving we have aa schedule to keep and I don't think you want pretty boy to get another scar on his skin do you?"

The video ended and I was rushing, slamming the laptop close I nearly broke the hard-drive as I ripped it out. Time wasn't on my sided nor has it ever been. I stuffed it in my bag and ran to the elevator.

With a mini debate in my head whether or not to take the stairs, I fucking ran for the stairs. 20 floors equaled 40 flights of stairs, correct? Who knew, all I know is that my cardio is in for today and I'm classifying this as my workout for today.

When in the lobby I was meet with thankfully only a few mobsters trying to tell me of Sakura condition and ask questions of who it was that took her and how we plan to kill the people that took her. Funny thing is, there was no killing the guy that took Sakura. He's long gone knowing him, probably wasn't even there to force her to swallow.

Shoving past I snatched the car keys from the doorman and that alone total him to get my fucking car and quick. I dialed up the number prayed I was within the time range. "...Tick-tock Sasuke, you barely made the clock. To be honest I was hoping you would be at least a second late."

I want to ask questions but I'm out of breath and I know how he plays. I talk I get hurt, but in this case Naruto get's hurt. "You're breathing a bit heavy Sasuke, someone slacking?" Another rhetorical question. "No, you haven't, you know better than to do that. Though a tip for when you do start training again I recommend you start running again, I've noticed you've been slacking in your cardio, very disappointing."

My Ashton Martin pulled up I grabbed the man by the collar and threw out of my car. "Bit rough, don't you think?" My jaw flexed, he was watching me. "Go home, Sasuke. Pair me the car then drive, as soon as its paired you have less then 20 minutes to get to your apartment and inside."

My hands were almost shaky with what I was trying to do, I wasn't one to fall under pressure but this was different. I know him I know how he plays, and just as I was about to say I couldn't make the time, he spoke. "-and don't say you can't make the time. You've rushed to your home quicker for him. Plus, for the whole ride home, I think, I 'll let him talk to you." It was then the phone paired and all the air left my lungs. 

"I suggest you start driving, times ticking." I have 20 minutes to get to my house, a normal drive takes 30 to 50 minutes depending on traffic, its 12:00 meaning lunch hour, streets will be busy. I need to get a Wickery Street- "Sas-Sasuke...?"

My mind went blank, all the voices within my head silenced just by the weak whisper of my name. "Naruto?"

"So that's what pretty boy's name is... Tough nut to crack." Shit,  I just basically gave away his identity.

"Naruto, are you okay?" I asked my foot stepping on the pedal. "De-Define, okay..." He wheezed out a joke. I smirked not really surprised, he would be one to say something at a bad time. It was then I began to ask a series of questions I never dreamed of ever having to ask him." Do you where you are? Is there anything that you remember? Are you hurt, anywhere? Tell me everything you can."

With a chuckle, and the sound of... of chains? clinking in the background he rasped. "Jeez, how am... How am I supposed to answer all that?" Now is not the time for jokes. "Naruto."

"No, I-I in a room. He-he... It's always dark. I-I remember... being separated from you, then grabbed from behind... I was forced in a car... Then-then I woke up h-here... It's all fuzzy that's all I remember, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry Sasuke..." And that started the soft weeping of unstoppable apologies.

I made a right and pulled up my building, no matter how fast I drove I wasn't able to run from the guilt. Guilty had slowly been creeping up on me but now it was here, and it was eating on me... and Naruto..."No, Naruto. Stop. Please stop, this isn't your fault, none of it is. I-I'm the one that should be saying sorry. Not you, not you Love you had nothing to do with this." I moved to the elevator knowing I had enough time to. "Everything's gonna be o-okay... Naruto, I promise I'm gonna take care of th-this. I'm gonna find you." I whispered the last part, my hand was shaking and my eyes were beginning to burn. The pain I felt in my heart was pure agony. My chest hurt with a type of pain, that was probably nothing close to what Naruto was feeling. 

The doors opened and honestly, I didn't want to leave the elevator knowing that once I did... Feelings would put on lockdown and work would have to begin again, and I just didn't want to have to lose the sound his voice. "I know you will, you always get what you want... Just f-find me, alive..."

"Times up, and your not in the apartment."

A/N: You Like Your Orange Juice With Or Without Pulp??? I Love It With Pulp!