can i keep you? // narusasu au

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// Sasuke //

"Excuse me, Sasuke. Have you seen Hinata?" The dobe asks from behind me and my anger spikes instantly. Can't this guy see that he's getting on my last nerve or is he just that dense?

I take a deep breath and compose myself before facing him. "No, but if you would just wait here a moment, sir." I plaster the fakest smile possible, and he just nods eagerly as I rush into the kitchen where Hinata is sitting in the corner. "Hey, where is Blondie's check?"

"Oh, is he asking for it already? One second! I'll go give it to--"

"No!" I cut her off. "Just give it to me!" She hesitantly gives it to me, and I quickly cross out the total and add the old couple's dinner to his check. After that, I go back to Blondie's table and he looks excited to see me again.

"Here," I slam the check down on the table, glaring at him. "Hurry up and pay, and then leave and never come back." His smile doesn't even falter nor the sparkle in his eyes as he takes his wallet out. He pulls out some money and hands me the paper bills, hand slightly brushing mine in the process.

"Keep the change. It's your tip for being so cute," he winks.

Okay, he's really gay. I'm one-hundred percent sure.

"Thanks. Now, get out. Leave," I say while pointing towards the exit, but he doesn't even move. He just fucking pouts at me. "What?!"

"No! Just leave!" He sighs and lifts himself from his seat.

"Fine. By the way, I'm Naruto," he flashes the same cheeky smile from before, showing his perfectly straight, white teeth.

"Cool. I wasn't ask for your name though," I deadpan.

"I just thought you'd want to know," he shrugs casually, still grinning. "Are you always here?"

Oh, for fuck's sake!

I push him in a not-so-gentle way until we reach the door, but instead of being embarrassed in front of the other customers, Naruto seems more amused by my efforts to get him to leave.

"Out!" I give him one final push before I slam the door on his stupid, goofy smile.

Fucking weirdo.

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I'm walking home when I get a strange feeling in my gut. I swear to God someone is following me. It's nearly ten o'clock in the evening now that I'm on my way home from work, and I all I want is to lay down in my bed. Since my house is just a few minutes' walk from the restaurant, I can't be bothered to drive or take a bus. Walking in the streets relaxes me and clear my mind, especially on days that are mentally draining--like today.

I glance behind me to see if anyone is there, but I see nothing. There are always other people passing by too that don't seem to pay any more attention to me than they do on other day, but I'm not sure why I'm so paranoid on this particular night. I'm about to keep walking again when my eye catches a movement behind a car that's parked under a streetlight. Weird.

Maybe it's the person that's been following me? What the hell do they want?

I look around and see a big stone nearby, picking it up and cautiously making my way towards the car. It seems the person knows what I'm planning because they got up and ran so fast that I didn't manage to catch them.

Who the fuck was that?