Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. I don't own One Thousand and One Nights Stories.

Warnings: AU, Shounen-ai, unbetaed- please forgive the mistakes.

A/N: Hello! I'm back again! I feel like it's been really long since my last story. I was planning to post this story last week but I forgot that I would be in Germany so I had to postpone it to this week. This is going to be a multichaptered story but I feel like it won't be long, we will see together as always.

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I'm so excited to start a new story, hope you enjoy!

Sasuke's world was one of darkness.

He had nothing to bind him to the world except his greed to be on top. He had been pushed down enough when he was young. He had been dirtied in every possible way even before reaching his puberty. But he had made them all pay. He had made the whole world pay. But he still needed more. He still needed to move forward. Otherwise he couldn't go on. Being still meant his prolonged and longed death.

"Uchiha, pay attention."

Sasuke looked up without moving. "Manners, Hyuuga. You do know how to address your superiors, right?"

Hiashi Hyuuga gritted his teeth. "You are younger than me."

Sasuke smirked. "True. You should have killed yourself long ago instead of accepting being under me."

Hiashi seethed. "You ungrateful-"

"Enough!" A third voice shouted. "Do I have to listen to your arguments all the time?"

"My apologies, Oyabun," Hiashi bowed down deeply.

Jiraiya, the Oyabun, looked to Sasuke, expecting to hear his remorse.

Sasuke tied his arms over his chest and looked at his family head challengingly.

Jiraiya sighed. "Sasuke?"

"Yes, Kumicho?" Sasuke raised an eyebrow, looking at Jiraiya as if he didn't know what he expected.

Jiraiya sighed again and then laughed. "I can't get angry with this boy."

"I'm not a boy," Sasuke said. "I'm your Wakagashira."

"Yes," Jiraiya smirked proudly. "The best one out there."

Sasuke shrugged, suddenly finding the heavy decorations on the wall more interesting.

Hiashi balled his hands into fists.

This boy, whose mouth smelled like milk was the second man in command while he was third. They were all a part of the country's biggest Yakuza clan. They had their hands everywhere. They were behind everything and they controlled everyone.

Hyuuga was the strongest family within the clan. They were the biggest and most trusted but it seemed like it wasn't enough. When the former Wakagashira was killed, Hiashi had expected to shoulder the title. He was the Shateigashira after all but Jiraiya had other plans.

Without accepting any complaints, he had made Sasuke his Wakagashira. The boy was nameless, an orphan, a street rat. It was unheard of someone like him getting the highest position after the Kumicho. What was going to happen in future was also clear. Sasuke Uchiha was going to become the next Kumicho.

It was all because of Jiraiya who loved the boy stupidly like his own son. Hiashi knew why. He was the one who had picked Sasuke from the streets when he was just a kid, adopted him and brought him to this day.

And Sasuke had never disappointed him. Not even once. He was the perfect son one could ask for in their world of blood and betrayal. He was merciless, he was smart -extremely even, he was good at analyzing people and bending them to his wishes -his cunningness was legendary.

But it was all going to end every soon. Hiashi folded his arms over his chest with a smirk.

"Sasuke, how is your clubs doing?" Jiraiya asked, swirling his ridiculously expensive pen between his fingers.

"Good," Sasuke gave a nod. "They are more popular than every single club within the country."

Jiraiya gave a pleased nod. "Are there any bugs around?"

"A few," Sasuke said. "They think they can sell the white easily just because my clubs are the most crowded and attention getting ones. But I crush them before they can reach anyone."

"Good," Jiraiya nodded again. "My family can't and won't sell drugs no matter what. We won't poison the future of this country."

Sasuke nodded. Everybody knew how sensitive Jiraiya was about this subject but nearly no one knew the real reason behind it.

Drugs were easy business. It was easy for the yakuza families to get them and sell them through unnamed people while they made tons of money without moving a finger. But Jiraiya wasn't one of them.

He had lost his own son because of overdose when he was just a teenager and since then, he had started a war against any kind of drugs and their dealers. Years later, he had found Sasuke, taken a liking to him quickly and raised him as his own son, protecting him from what happened to his son in the past.

"Are there any problems with other families?" Jiraiya asked.

"No, Jiraiya-sama," Hiashi answered quickly. "Everybody stays within their districts."

"Good," Jiraiya nodded. "Tomorrow night there is a gathering."

Sasuke and Hiashi nodded.

It was common for yakuza family heads' to meet once in a while to discuss the happenings in the country and the world. They also talked about their business traffic and how it affected each other in the short and long terms.

"Sasuke will be accompanying me," Jiraiya said and then added. "Take any men you want with you."

Sasuke gave a nod as Hiashi gritted his teeth. It was always Sasuke this, Sasuke that, but it wouldn't matter after this night.

"Yes, Kumicho," Sasuke nodded. "Your safety will be our priority as always."

Jiraiya smiled pleasedly. He knew that he could trust Sasuke with anything. "Then that's it."

Hiashi stood up immediately and bowed down deeply. "Good evening, Jiraiya-sama."

Jiraiya nodded.

"I'll see you later, old man," Sasuke said as put his hands in his pants' pockets.

Jiraiya chuckled and slapped Sasuke's back playfully as he always did, watching as he left.

Sasuke stopped after leaving the room and wasn't surprised with the scenery that greeted him.

A strikingly beautiful woman was standing among the sea of men who were watching her as if they were ready to eat her up. She had long, red hair that reached her waist and she was wearing big glasses that were giving her a different aura. Her lips were painted as red as her hair and she was dressed with a tight fitting, white shirt over black shorts that showed her shapely legs bravely.

"Tsk."

Sasuke's eyes went to the long haired man who was closest to her. He was watching her distastefully.

"Why do they allow sluts here?" Neji Hyuuga, the Shateigashira's nephew and his right hand man, asked as he folded his arms over his chest.

"Hosa," Sasuke smirked. "You do know that you shouldn't talk to my Fuku that way. Or else she will put you in your place... again."

Neji gritted his teeth and looked away.

"Karin, let's get going," Sasuke moved. "We have things to do."

"Yes, boss," She winked at Neji mockingly and then followed after Sasuke with quick steps.

"Was he disturbing you?" Sasuke asked once they were in the elevator.

Karin laughed. "As if he could after the last time."

It wasn't Neji's first time insulting Karin and would probably not be the last. Karin was the chief of Sasuke's men and his right man -or woman in this case. She was above Neji in the pyramid and it made the Hyuuga go crazy. Because just like Sasuke, Karin was a nameless girl within the crowd.

The last time Neji insulted Karin, asking her how much she charged, Karin had answered by gripping his manhood through clothing and telling that the price she wanted was his ripped off dick. They both knew that Karin wasn't joking and since then, Neji was more cautious around the fiery woman.

Sasuke smirked. "Where is Suigetsu?"

Karin waved a hand dismissively. "Probably drinking his ass off at the club."

Sasuke shook his head. "Juugo?"

Karin sighed. "His dog got sick again. The vet says it won't be long before he dies but you know how Juugo is. He won't leave his side even for a moment."

Sasuke nodded. "Let's pay him a visit."

"Yes," Karin smiled as they stepped off the elevator. "Should we get him some sweets?"

Sasuke chuckled. "Yeah, it will cheer him up a bit."

Karin nodded with a smile. "Maybe we should get Suigetsu as well. I can't stand him the day after he's wasted. He talks too much and-"

Sasuke nodded at the man who opened the door to them as they left Jiraiya's headquarters.

"The thing I really can't understand is how he always manages to-"

The night had fallen already and the street lights had lit up. Sasuke dismissed Jiraiya's men, he didn't like it when they fussed over him. His driver pulled up his luxurious, black car to the door and Sasuke walked slowly as Karin talked about something he couldn't follow.

"What I actually-"

Suddenly, Karin's blubbering was cut short by a loud gun shot. Following after it, more came without warning. She kneeled down immediately and grabbed her gun from her belt, firing it the way she heard the shots coming from.

"Sasuke, get down!" Karin shouted and fired her gun till she run out of bullets.

By the time silence descended again, the guards had filled the dark alleyway. People were shouting, giving orders and running around without stopping.

Karin breathed erratically and then her eyes widened. "Sasuke!"

Her Wakagashira was on the cold ground. He wasn't moving and crimson blood was pooling around him slowly.

Sasuke wasn't exactly sure what had happened. He was an experienced member of their family, he was a mafia leader for years so the moment he heard the silence, he should have expected something. But for some reason, he didn't care. He felt so heavy. He couldn't breathe as he would like and the bullets that came out of nowhere didn't hurt at all.

He was sure that he had collapsed, but he couldn't feel it. His chest was impossibly warm and a thick liquid was spreading through his shirt and was slowly reaching his hands. He could hear Karin shouting his name but he couldn't react to it.

He was strangely calm when his eyes started getting dark at the corners. Soon, nothingness swallowed him and Sasuke fell into its comforting arms easily.

Consciousness came to him much, much later.

He was still in the darkness. He was still in the arms of nothingness. There was nothing he did. Sometimes he felt like drowning in the depth of a dark sea and sometimes he felt like somebody was squeezing his throat to finish him off finally.

But after a long while, Sasuke felt a different kind of touch. It was soft. It was gentle. It was so warm and most important of all, it was caring.

It was so strange. In all of his life, Sasuke had never felt something akin to this. It made him feel so calm. It made him feel like someone actually cared for him.

The lovely hand would sometimes touch his hair, sometimes his face and hands.

Sasuke waited to feel it anxiously in the dark abyss.

After a while, Sasuke heard something. A voice, to be precise, but it couldn't belong to a mere human. It was so beautiful, so light and full of life.

"Uchiha-san."

Sometimes, the voice would address him. Sasuke didn't like how distant it was but it didn't matter. And when Sasuke felt the touch and heard the voice at the same time, he knew that they both belonged to the same person whom Sasuke was sure to be an angel.

He knew that it wasn't normal. He couldn't wake up but he couldn't die either. So, his angel was probably here to guide him to afterlife. Sasuke didn't care. As long as he heard him, as long as he felt him, he didn't care where he went.

For the first time in his pathetic life, he felt content.

"The night is cold," His angel said. "But don't worry, I'm here to keep you warm."

Sasuke didn't worry at all, he knew that his angel would look after him. True to his word, he felt warmness engulfing him soon.

"There," His angel commented. "All warm now. Today, I would like to share a few things with you. Tell me if I give you a headache, okay?"

Sasuke's eyebrows furrowed and his fingers twitched. His angel could never disturb him. He was the only thing that was guiding him through the abyss Sasuke had fallen in.

His angel laughed and it warmed Sasuke's heart, making him feel strangely lightheaded. Sasuke loved hearing him.

"Did I upset you?" His angel asked with his merry voice.

Of course he did. Sasuke wanted to click his tongue. His angel didn't need to feel bad for anything he did.

"I'm sorry," His angel called out soothingly. "Now, let's start!"

If he could, Sasuke would nod eagerly.

"As it's told, in the old times, within the flow of life and moment, there was a ruler within the rulers who ruled India and China, armies' and nations' and this ruler had two sons, one older, one younger. They were both brave warriors but the older was braver than the younger. This son would rule the countries and people by securing the justice. For this reason, the people of the countries loved this man so much…"

Oh… His angel was telling him a story. It was so beautiful. The sound of his voice was relaxing him beyond imagination.

Sasuke couldn't think of going on without his angel anymore. If waking up meant losing him, Sasuke would gladly walk into the flames of hell with his own two feet.

The black hole, as Sasuke named his new space, was completely dark. Sasuke was sitting on blackness. His right, his left, his back and above, they were all endless black. There was nothing happening. There was no sound or colors. There was only nothingness… and his angel when he decided to bless him with his presence.

Sasuke waited for him like the stars waited for the night to fall. He waited for him like a thirsty man lost in a desert. And his angel never wanted to upset him. Sasuke just knew it.

"How are you today, Uchiha-san?" His angel asked.

Sasuke would love to answer but then again, nothing worth mentioning happened in the black hole, so it was fine.

"Today was really tiring for me," His angel kept on. "People kept coming onto me with strange demands."

Stupid, needless bugs. They even disturbed his angel in heaven. Sasuke wanted to stand up and kill every single pathetic being that was annoying his angel.

His angel sighed and then Sasuke's heart fluttered as he felt his angel's warm hand over his forehead. "But it doesn't matter now. Do you want to continue our story?"

Of course he did.

"My friend," His angel started. "Don't believe in women! Laugh at their pledges! Because their good or bad states are tied to their womanhood's whim. Even though they talk about love, treachery wraps around their dresses. Remember that to fire Adam out of heaven, the devil used a woman! Give up on your condemn as well, my friend! It won't work! Because what you condemn will replace pure love with madness tomorrow. And never say something like this: if I fall in love, I won't be possessed by lovers' madness! Don't ever say this! Because in reality, a man cannot be free of women's seduction."

There was silence for a while. Sasuke was surprised with the truth of what his angel told him.

"It's a bit harsh," His angel commented.

No, Sasuke didn't think it was.

"But, our mothers are also women," His angel kept on. "I'm sure they endured too much pain to have us."

If his angel was going to judge women in that light, then Sasuke was still going to curse them because it was his own mother that had left him to die on the streets.

"But it's all different for everyone, isn't it?" His angel asked. "We can't judge anyone."

That was true.

"How about this?"

Sasuke heard some shuffling.

"Nothing goes on. Like joy, sorrow also fades away as the time comes," His angel read aloud. "Isn't it nice?"

It was. Sasuke liked that better.

"I know that this sorrow will also pass away," His angel commented as he caressed Sasuke's hair gently. "I pray for you every day. I'm sure God will hear me out and you will regain your health."

Sasuke frowned. He didn't want to. If it meant losing his angel, he would rather never wake up.

"When you open your eyes, I promise to be here," His angel said gently. "I'll greet you right here."

Sasuke's heart skipped a beat. Then... Then it was okay to wake up. If he could see his angel, Sasuke could try.

Yes, yes he would.

"It's snowing tonight," His angel commented. "Nights are long."

They were. But it didn't matter to Sasuke. He actually loved the night time because he had realized that his angel came to him only at nights.

It was strange. Sasuke had never felt something like this before. He had never seen his angel but he filled Sasuke's thoughts completely. Even without seeing or without touching him, Sasuke knew so many things about him.

His angel was so gentle. Sasuke knew it from the way he spoke to him.

His angel was so caring. Sasuke knew it from the way he spent hours with Sasuke.

His angel was so nice. Sasuke knew it from the way he tried to please Sasuke.

His angel was so fun. Sasuke knew it from the jokes he made.

And his angel was so, so beautiful. Sasuke knew it from his heart.

There was a fire in Sasuke's soul. He couldn't describe it. Up to this point in his life, all he knew was blood and darkness but now, he had seen a different light thanks to his angel. His heart, his mind and his soul, they were all calling out to his angel. What was this? This strange feeling he felt everywhere? What was this tightening he felt in his chest? What was this dryness in his throat?

"The griefs I've endured," His angel said after a sigh. "I can't hide them and my pain because of love is as clear as the day. And now the sleep in my eyes turned into restlessness in the darkness of the night. Ah, love has come to see me! But it also brought such torment to my thoughts. Have mercy on me! Let me taste peace! And please, don't visit that lover who is my whole soul to torment him! Because in pain and trouble, he is my only solace…"

Sasuke's heartbeat increased. This was the answer to his own pain, wasn't it?

Love…

It was strange, yet so, so beautiful.

"Excuse me?" Sasuke heard his angel saying. "What are you doing here?"

Sasuke frowned. He was sure that his angel wasn't talking to him.

"Check-up?" His angel sounded surprised. "In the middle of the night?"

What…

"I can't allow you near him," His angel said stubbornly. "Please leave, or else I'll have to call for security!"

Sasuke knew what was happening. He needed to warn his angel, protect him… something!

Sasuke wanted to shout as he heard his angel's painful cry but he didn't have any time to do anything because in a moment, he felt softness pressing against his face, closing his nose and mouth. He tried to breathe but he couldn't. His chest hurt. Even the black hole started getting lost slowly. He was dying.

But his angel?

Suddenly, the softness left his face, allowing Sasuke to take a small breath of air, but it wasn't enough. He heard shouting, loud footsteps but he couldn't give them a meaning.

"Uchiha-san?" He heard his angel's urgent voice after a while. "Stay with me!"

Of course Sasuke would stay with him. He would stay with him to the ends of the time. But he couldn't hold on anymore…

Sasuke felt his angel's hands on him and felt a cap being put around his mouth and nose, filling his lungs with fresh air quickly.

"Stay," His angel pleaded.

Was he crying? Sasuke couldn't take it. Who was he to hurt his angel?

He felt his angel taking his hand in his smaller ones and then felt him pressing it against somewhere soft. Sasuke was confused at first but then, he felt a fluttering under his hand. It was his angel's heart… His angel was presenting him with his heart. Sasuke was going to treasure it. Sasuke was going to cherish his angel till his last breath, even in the afterlife.

His hand twitched, trying to touch his angel as he would like. In response, his angel held his hand tighter.

"I know," His angel called out with his heavenly voice. "I know you want to wake up. Soon, trust me on this please."

Sasuke did trust him.

There was no one he believed more.

"I will open the window a bit," His angel said. "You need more sun."

Sasuke's eyebrows twitched. Was it daytime?

"This week, I will be with you in the days," His angel explained. "Is it okay?"

Of course it was. Hearing him and feeling the winter sun on his skin felt so good.

"I have something here," His angel said cheerfully and Sasuke heard the shuffling of pages. "I think it's really nice."

Oh. Sasuke wondered what it was. His angel didn't make him wait too long.

"The hope in his dark eyes was as heavyhearted as his black hair and he was upset with fate because it had killed love once," His angel sounded so lovely. "Fake loves were what ruined him actually, his hopes had never turned out the way he hoped and his anticipations had become his fear. As if his whole life was in a dry room with what he couldn't give up on. Now, in those dark eyes, there are seasonless rains. Maybe a rainbow will appear in his heart but there won't be children walking under it. Poison will run instead of water in his rivers and no one will drink it. And me… There is a vintage season sorrow in me. My grapes are of rage and my wine is of tears…" His angel took a shaky breath. "I'm asking my heart, for how long will you push away happiness? Life is a debt to be paid shortly. Wake up! I'm asking my heart, for how long will you push away happiness? Wake up! The rose of happiness doesn't bloom in sleep."

His angel took another long breath. "I-I'm sorry. It just affects me each and every time."

Sasuke's heart squeezed painfully. He took a deep breath and moved his hands. He couldn't do this anymore. He wanted to see him… He wanted to touch him, hold him.

Sasuke's eyelids moved and fluttered open slowly, but he was quick to close them once again. It was too bright. He tried again, for his angel, and opened them slowly. He let himself adjust slowly and what greeted him the first was a white ceiling. He gulped and frowned. Was this supposed to be heaven's roof? It was pretty ugly.

Sasuke heard a loud gasp and looked down. Two wide eyes as if they had captured the very sky in them watched him unbelievingly.

"Uchiha-san…" His angel gasped, changing Sasuke's world from its roots like a natural disaster without knowing.

Sasuke's world was one of darkness.

But after an angel awakened him from his never-ending dream, the light he saw blinded all of his senses, leaving nothing behind but his stark naked heart.

…At the mercy of a sacred and clueless angel.

So, this was the first chapter, more of an intro. We use a lot of yakuza slang here. Hosa are the underlings of the Wakagashira and Shategashira and Fuku is the chief of the Wakagashira. I hope it won't be confusing. Anyway, thank you so much for reading, see you next week!