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Naruto awoke to a dark room, his body felt achingly heavy and his throat burned from dehydration. He twisted comfortably in his bed, dark satin sheets rubbing against his skin soothingly until he stilled.
His sheets were not dark satin, they were white cotton with narutomaki dotting it sparingly, he remembered them very clearly because Karin made them for him for his 16th birthday. It was one of her rare displays of affection for her little brother. His eyes snapped open at the realization and he quickly sat up, holding the delicate feeling sheets against him when he realized that he was topless. He immediately regretted it. He could hear the pounding in his head, he raised his hand to rub his forehead but the movement only caused a flare of pain to shoot down his neck. Naruto winced, gently putting his fingers on his neck but pulling away immediately when it only caused more pain.
Deciding that it was better not to move until the pain subsided, Naruto looked around the room he was in. It didn't take him long for him to realize that it was somebody's entire home and that it was an open-floor plan loft.
Across from the large bed Naruto was perched on was a marble kitchen island with the stove and sink behind it, a little more to the side there was a small silver fridge. To his right, there was a few racks of dark clothing and finally; on Naruto's left was a door that lead to what he presumed was the bathroom. In conclusion; it was only suitable for one person and was very, very neat. He guessed they had some good money too. Seriously, were those Yeezy's by the door? The sight made Naruto cringe at this persons fashion sense, why blow thousands on clothes you can find in a back alley or thrift shop?
Naruto's thoughts were interrupted by the bathroom door opening, smoke pooled out as Naruto tried his best to prepare for the sight of his attacker and kidnapper.
He didn't know what he was expecting, honestly. A creepy old man? Someone who looked like they had no idea what personal hygiene meant? A psycho girl with Karin and 13-year-old Sakura antics? Sure, he'd take anything but this.
The male was infuriatingly beautiful. His skin was the color of ivory, probably as smooth as it too and his eyes were pools of mesmerizing dark ink as he ran a hand through his dampened onyx locks. The movement caused Naruto's breath to catch in the back of his sore throat, his movements were lithe and it caused his black t-shirt to rise up to reveal slender muscle. His eyes drifted to him before momentarily widening in surprise and then his face melted into a perfected poker face.
Naruto scoffed; tragically beautifully or not, this was the asshole that attacked him and kidnapped him. Couldn't he have picked just one?
"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" He spat, fisting the sheets in anger. The man rose an eyebrow.
"I apologize for biting you," He responded, Naruto could see regret brimming in his dark eyes. Naruto huffed and looked away.
