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Hello everyone!

Here it is the sequel for 'Being A Yakuza's Bride', I want to thank all the people who have read my other fic, I really warmed my heart that you guys enjoyed it that much! Any new readers I would recommend reading the prequel to this, I don't think it's that necessary but some things may not make sense if the prequel isn't read.

Now to talk about some of the stuff you guys would like to read about in this chapter, or rather some of stuff you guys really don't want to see.

'Cheating'- technically there wont be any, but jealousy, mistakes, and accidents wont be ruled out. Just to add a little bit of drama.

'Uzu Family'- their involvement is something I'm not yet sure about, because if they did know about Naruto's existence they would kill him. I'll see about how I can spin it.

'Joining the Kage Family'- that won't happen, since Naruto is now technically 'married' (or at least he's been given the title of 'wife') to Sasuke, in a way he's part of the Uchiha family. Although there involvement may still happen.

'Becoming a badass assassin'- Sasuke would beat me black and blue if I let Naruto do something so dangerous.

'Babies'- Although this fic isn't 'mpreg', I guess adoption is a possibility. We'll see…

Oh and once again (because I got all hyped up from all of your reviews) I have drawn a picture of Sasuke and Naruto in embrace called 'Being A Yakuza's Bride'. The link as always can be found on my profile page, marked (New). Check it out!

Beta read by Laine12777- worship her!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of the characters

Warning: YAOI, Yakuza's and other crime syndicates, violence, swearing, blood, and anything else my mind can come up with.

Chapter 1: Cracks on the wall

Can we pretend that Airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now…

-B.o.B feat Hayley Williams: Airplanes

The air stunk of sex and sweat, the springs of the king-sized mattress creaking with every strenuous movement of the two people on top of it. Grinding and moving against each other in ecstasy-filled harmony.

"Sasuke-deeper, AHH!"

The raven grunted against the lithe body underneath him, pushing himself deeper inside the tight heat. Naruto moaned, gripping onto his pale lover, widening his legs apart to give Sasuke more room to move. With every thrust he rubbed against his prostate. He arched his body, hissing when his erection rubbed against Sasuke's stomach; the sensation caused bolts of electricity to go down his spine.

"Sasuke!" Naruto shouted.

"Naruto…" he whispered back, loving how the tight muscles clamped around his stiff member.

He looked down at his lover, blue eyes glazed, cheeks flushed, bruised lips parted; it was a beautiful sight he thought with a smirk and leaned down, capturing his plump lips into a fierce kiss. Naruto moaned against him, his fingers digging into his back. Sasuke was almost afraid he would bleed, not that he didn't enjoy the slight pain administered, and started to quicken the pace, catching the blonde off guard.

"AAHH!" Naruto groaned as he came.

Sasuke gritted his teeth together when Naruto tightened around him, and not being able to hold back any longer, he also came with a loud grunt before collapsing down onto the blonde. Slowly he managed to roll over and pulled the blonde flush against him. They stayed like this, breathing heavily, simply embracing each other's sweaty bodies. Sasuke moved the blonde tresses away from his lover's forehead and gave an affectionate kiss. Naruto smiled and snuggled into his hard chest.

Early morning sex was something he came to enjoy over the past year since they had been together. Although today it seemed unusually early that the raven was up.

"Why did you wake me up at… 4 o'clock in the morning?" he exclaimed indignantly, glancing at the digital wall clock.

"I have an early meeting today at 6…" Sasuke answered, nibbling along his collar bone.

"Ah," he sighed as the older man's warm fingers slowly danced down his side. "Then shouldn't you get ready?"

"Well I think we should have another round," Sasuke replied, his hand slowly inching towards Naruto's flaccid cock, grasping the spent member and coaxing it back to life.

"Sasuke~" he mewled, before being silenced by a searing kiss.

(later)

Naruto leaned against the headboard, watching a freshly showered Sasuke get dressed. He had on black pressed trousers that were snug in all the right places, held up with a belt. He then reached into his wardrobe and pulled out an ironed white shirt. Naruto simply admired how the muscles on his back flexed, making the yakuza tattoo of a black leaping koi move as he put the shirt on. He couldn't help but be fascinated by the tattoo, ever since Sasuke had shown it to him when they first made love.

It was almost as if the Koi symbolized that love, persevering as it leapt up into the sky, fighting to simply exist. When they had first met it certainly wasn't as easy to understand and place those confusing feelings and emotions. Especially for Sasuke, who at first didn't even believe that love existed, and instead expressed himself with groping and molesting Naruto. The only unsightly mark on Sasuke's back would be the small circular-shaped scar on his left shoulder, a bullet wound.

Whenever Naruto saw it he would be reminded of the time he almost lost Sasuke, when he saw the man fall to the dirty ground in a pool of his own blood. Sometimes when Sasuke slept (and he could sleep like the dead when needed) he would delicately trace the mark, feeling the bumpy texture under his finger, wondering if it still hurt.

As if feeling eyes on him, slowly the Uchiha turned around and gave Naruto a smile as he put a tie on. "Like what you see?" he asked with a smirk.

"I think you already know that," Naruto replied.

Sasuke couldn't help but chuckle; he grabbed his Armani suit and slowly sauntered towards him, "What, no breakfast?"

"Teme," Naruto snorted back. "You wore me out and now you want to eat something?" he asked in disbelief and lay back down on the bed, exhausted.

Sasuke smiled and leaned down to brush away his blonde hair. "You got anything planned today?" he asked, brushing his thumb over Naruto's scarred cheeks.

"I'm meeting Iruka today for breakfast," the blonde replied, leaning into Sasuke's touch.

"That's good; I don't think I'll be back until dinner," he said and leaned down to press his lips against Naruto's, who hummed into the kiss. But the tiredness was catching up to him and before he knew it he was already asleep.

Sasuke gave one last smile, grabbed his suitcase and left their apartment.

The next time Naruto woke up he found himself in an empty apartment; vaguely he remembered something about Sasuke's meeting. It seemed like he had more meetings every day, coming back home late. It was kind of lonely. Not that he could do much about that now, he thought with a sigh. At least he would get to spend the day with Iruka; all of his other friends were extremely busy with their own lives.

It seemed like he was the only one these days who was living the so-called 'easy life'…

…and what a bore it was.

He'd never lived like this before, lounging around in this humongous apartment, watching daytime TV, playing games on the numerous consoles, or sleeping in an empty bed. It was a lazy lifestyle, one he'd never gotten used to. He was used to being active, going out every day to work, hanging out with his friends and not being cooped in this huge apartment that somehow managed to feel quite claustrophobic.

That was all going to change now though; the past few months he had been secretly taking up courses so that he could refine his skills, and today he was going for an interview with Iruka for a assistant teaching position at Ritoru SakuraYōchien (Little Blossoms Kindergarten). Teaching was one of the things he always wanted to do but never had been confident enough to take the opportunity. However after what happened to him in Taiwan he learned that life was too damn short not to take a chance.

Yeah he did lie to Sasuke about the whole breakfast thing, but if he told the raven what he was really going to do, he would only be denied. Sasuke didn't really like the idea of Naruto working, mostly because he worried too much about his safety. Yet it wasn't like anything bad could happen if he was working as a Kindergarten teacher, right?

So he threw the covers off him, flinching when he felt the sharp twang of pain going down his spine. Naruto grit his teeth together and growled. That Teme! Always being so damn fucking rough with him.

Naruto ignored the pain and the dry flakes of cum, and stepped into the shower fiddling with the taps until he got the right temperature. A sigh left him when he felt the warm water go down his back, soothing the tight knots so that he was relaxed. He picked up the shampoo, squirting the scented soap into his hands and started mussing up his hair, then washed the suds out. Then he used the moisturising soap to scrub away the grime and evidence of sex off his body.

When finished, he grabbed a fluffy white towel out of the cubby and started drying his hair and body, before rummaging through his closet for some decent formal clothes. Naruto wanted to look nice for his interview; after all it would be good for his image. Sure Naruto didn't want to get his hopes up. With his background he really didn't expect too much.

With a sigh he grabbed his keys and jacket and left the apartment, locking the door behind him, then took the long elevator ride down to the lobby. The porter greeted him as he went out in the busy Tokyo streets. It was late March, meaning that the first April school term was just around the corner, so he wanted to get the job by the beginning of the first term. He hoped Iruka would have enough influence to represent his case.

Naruto daydreamed the possibilities as he walked through the busy streets, dodging past late commuters as he made his ways to Iruka's apartment. The brunette's apartment block soon came into view; he took the stairs easily enough up to the second floor and knocked upon Iruka's door. After a few minutes the older man finally opened the door; he was only half-dressed with the shirt in his hand. Iruka smiled and opened the door wider to let Naruto in.

"It's great to see you again Naruto, come in, come in, how are things with Sasuke?"

"Ah you know, same, same," he answered and stepped inside the medium-sized apartment.

Iruka's place, unlike Sasuke's, was always cozy, warm, and inviting. Sasuke's place somehow managed to remain sterile no matter how hard Naruto worked too bring some colour in. The living room was cream coloured, there was a large chocolate-brown three-seater sofa and love seat surrounding a coffee table, and in front of that there was a window with a potted plant on the sill. There were sets of photos all around the room, most of them with Naruto and Iruka together from when the blonde was still in school, and a couple of Naruto with his friends.

"You nervous?" Iruka asked.

You could say that again; as excited as he was about the prospect of finally having some independence, he was worried about the 'what if's', and he hated how even though he was so close to getting what he wanted the uncertainty was unnerving. Then there was also the problem with Sasuke; he hadn't really told his lover anything about what he was doing, mostly because he knew exactly how the raven would react. Naruto still distinctively remembered how that 'talk' had gone.

"You're not going back to being a waiter."

"I didn't-"

"There really isn't a need for you to get a job, I make more than enough money to support both of us without any problems, so what need would there be of you getting a job?" he replied, not looking up from the stack of documents.

"So you just want me to sit here and do nothing?" he asked.

"Not exactly, there are plenty of hobbies you can take up."

Yeah… hobbies… Naruto couldn't help but feel like a bored housewife being told by her 1950's husband to stay at home, looking after the three kids while making dinner.

He didn't bring it up again.

"Ready to go?" Naruto looked up and saw Iruka standing in front of him all dressed up.

"Yeah…" he replied with a shaky voice.

"Don't be nervous Naruto; hey, how about after the interview I'll take you out for a bite to eat."

Funny, now they were actually going to do what he told Sasuke he was going to do. "Sure, where to?"

"Oh this new café opened up nearby, I heard they make excellent continental breakfast. I thought it would be something different."

"Wow, haven't had western food in ages!" Sasuke preferred traditional Japanese food, and sometimes Naruto was ready to kill for a Big Mac…

He jumped up excitedly and followed Iruka as they left the apartment and back into the busy streets. They chatted excitedly to each other; it was the only way for Naruto to stop spazzing out with barely-suppressed excitement. And when the school finally came into view he came to an absolute standstill. Kami, this is so fucking messed up! It was just a nursery but right now it was so damn daunting. In the end Iruka had to push him inside with a fierce shove.

They signed into the reception and waited for the principle to meet them; she was a thin woman with big glasses and tightly curled greying hair. She had a kind face, slight wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, wearing a pinstriped suit. Her name was Hayashi Azarni, and she seemed like a nice enough woman, even though those glasses made her look like a praying mantis.

Iruka stayed behind, waving him good luck while he followed the Principle up to her office; she gestured for him to sit down before going down to sit at her desk. She picked up a few papers; one of them looked like his resume, and started reading through it again. It was like déjà vu… this reminded him of the first time he met Kakashi when working at Club Tengoku.

They started a general discussion about his resume, where he reviewed his skills and educational background.

"Well your resume is quiet colourful, Uzumaki-san," she commented, with a slight nervous tint in her voice.

Naruto couldn't help but blush. "Ah yes, but I have settled down and have been working hard to improve my education and my personal skill-set."

"I can see that, I'm quite impressed by the improvements that you've made," she replied with a wide smile. "And Umino-san has been telling me great things about you, especially how well you worked with the children in his class."

Kami he was glad he had Iruka there to speak on his behalf.

"But Uzumaki-san, you do understand that working with 4-year-olds is completely different from 10 to 11-year-old children, right?" she asked.

"Of course I understand, but I do feel I have a lot of experience handling children, and I have always excelled at problem solving."

She smiled and glanced down at the papers again. "You understand your contract, don't you? It is a temp contract, for the first term; you will be working under a senior staff member who will be evaluating your performance. Depending on how well you do we will give you a permanent position, understood?"

"Yes, yes of course," he quickly said, wow did that mean what he thought it did?

"Good, then welcome aboard Uzumaki-san, you will start at the beginning of the term, I'll be happy to see you there," she said happily, clapping her hands excitedly. If Naruto didn't feel the need to remain composed he would have jumped and done a little dance on her table.

He thanked Principle Hayashi as she led him back to the reception room where Iruka was waiting for him. The man's brown eyes twinkled knowingly; of course Iruka would know, the man always had a weird way of predicting things. They thanked the Principle one more time with a bow and left the school.

"See Naruto, you were nervous for nothing," Iruka teased.

"I know, I know, but I couldn't have done it without your help," he replied bashfully.

"I guess, but I did want to ask one thing… does Sasuke know?" he suddenly asked.

Naruto sighed, sometimes Iruka was really too perceptive for his own good. "No… I know how he'll react."

"But you're doing something respectable now, not just a simple waiter anymore. It's not like you'll be in any danger working as a Kindergarten teacher."

"But he's so damn paranoid about everything, I mean last time I went out to a bar with Kiba, and Chouji then Juugo showed up out of nowhere and stuck with me for the rest of the night. It was a nightmare!" Not to mention awkward and embarrassing. As if he was 4 years old again, and that silly social worker lady was chasing him around with wet wipes…

Iruka laughed when he saw the dejected expression on Naruto's face; gently he steered the blonde through the crowded streets. Soon of course Naruto pushed all of his worries to the back of his mind when his stomach reminded him how hungry he was. He really wanted something to eat.

The café wasn't too far away; it was a nice, quaint place. Kinda reminded him of one of those French café's, there where chairs and tables outside. A balcony was at the top with pillars supporting them, with painted metal vines twined around the structure. In the middle there was a sign hanging down from a chain on either side, and in elegant cursive writing was the name of the Café, Le panier de fleurs (The Flower basket).

Not that he knew what those French words meant. There were flowers all over the place, cut ones in vases, hanging ones from baskets, and inside some random ones decorating the frames of watercolour paintings. The place looked expensive, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, cream walls that had more painted Ivy crawling up the walls. The floor was Turkish carpet, and there was a serene ambiance in the air provided by the gentle piano tune in the background.

"Can you actually afford this place, Iruka?" he asked unsurely.

Iruka was somewhat affronted by the question. "I wouldn't take you here unless I could afford it."

"Just saying… this place looks really expensive…"

The brunette raised an eyebrow and smiled. "You'd be surprised, now sit down," he said and pushed Naruto down to sit at a nearby table, and then sat down in the chair opposite him.

A waiter soon came over, a petite brunette with a button-up shirt, black slacks and with a small apron tied around his waist. "Are you ready to order?" he asked with a pleasant voice.

"No not yet, but could you get us both some Twinings' Earl Grey tea?" the waiter nodded, and left through a set of double doors at the back of the restaurant.

Naruto picked up the menu lying on the table, surprised at how reasonable the prices were, especially if the food looked anything like the pictures in his menu. He licked his lips, and finally decided upon scrambled eggs on toast, with fried bacon. After a couple of minutes the petite waiter came back with a laden silver tray; there were two china cups, a steaming teapot, a small cup of cubed sugar, and a jug that held milk. Carefully the waiter put it down on the table, and then took their orders before he left again.

"Are you going to tell Sasuke?"

"Eh… I guess I have to, he'll find out one way or the other, better coming from me than one of his many little 'brothers'," he replied with a sigh. "Fuck, I'm crazy…" he muttered, taking a sip of his tea.

"Language Naruto, but I don't think your crazy, it's better to be truthful to your partner," he nodded wisely.

Naruto snorted, as if being truthful with his 'lovely' partner would make this situation any better.

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Sasuke raised his hand to stifle the yawn; maybe he shouldn't have had that last romp with Naruto. He was now even more tired than before, having only had five hours of sleep really didn't sit well with him. Dark eyes watched the city fly past him from the tinted window of his limo; this early in the morning there was hardly any traffic, which was good since he was already late. Kakashi sat beside him, donned in a crisp black business suit, silver hair hanging limply from the side of his head, and the usual surgical mask covering half of his bored face.

They had driven almost halfway across town, just to reach Sharingan Corp., the family business that Itachi had now taken over. By all rights Sasuke was holding up to the deal he had made with his brother when he asked for the older man's help. Sasuke tried to spend more time with the 'family', even agreeing to a partial merger of their two companies. Now it seemed like he was suddenly at his brother's beck and call, and in the end it started affecting his relationship with Naruto.

He knew that the blonde was starting to feel lonely; he could see the dullness in his blue eyes, as if the spark was slowly starting to fade. As soon as these negotiations with his brother were done he would make it up to Naruto, but for now there seemed very little he could actually do. Sasuke sighed and used his hand to rub the bridge of his nose in hopes of easing the stress. He blinked in confusion when he noticed that the limo had come to a stop.

"Uchiha-sama, we're here," came the driver's voice.

"Hn," he replied back, but didn't move. He waited for Kakashi to first step out, taking no mind as he rounded the limo until he stopped at Sasuke's door and opened it for him. Usually he wouldn't have it, but this was plainly for the sake of image.

Wearily he stepped out of the limo, squinting as the harsh sun hit his face. Sasuke didn't take notice as Kakashi closed the door behind; instead he just walked up to the building, but stopped when something caught his eye. He couldn't help but smirk when he noticed a young dark-haired man trying to seem inconspicuous, but only managed to stand out even more.

"Are you following me, detective?" he called out in a mocking tone.

The man flinched, his shoulders went rigid, and Sasuke's smirk grew when he heard the muttered string of curses coming off the other man. Slowly the man turned around, his black eyes staring almost nervously back at Sasuke.

Morino Idate, a young detective working in the Tokyo prefecture. He had long black hair that was tied into a tight ponytail; he had a smooth face, slanted dark eyes that had almost a mischievous appeal to them, kinda reminding him of Naruto's. He wore a shabby grey suit; there was a faded ink stain on his breast pocket, with some darker stains on his navy blue tie, combined with a plain white shirt and un-ironed slacks.

Really, the man at first glance appeared like a disgrace to the police force. Yet no matter how shabby the detective may look, he was the ambitious kind, always looking for a way to promote himself, and right now he was the little detective's target. He had been chasing Sasuke for years now, trying to pin one thing after the other on him. Without any luck of course.

Idate took a deep breath as if to steady himself before turning around and regarding Sasuke with a bit more confidence.

"Oh, nothing of the sort Uchiha, I was simply passing through," he replied. "Unless you are planning to do something illegal, in which case I may just have to arrest you!" then he gave a sly smile.

Sasuke snorted, "Nothing of the sort, detective Morino; I'm simply here on business."

Idate arched an eyebrow. "With your brother? I didn't think you were that close."

Sasuke's smirk slowly turned into a scowl, that detective always did his damn research sometimes a little too well. "You really don't know me that well, detective…" he snapped.

Idate grinned when he recognized that he'd hit a sore point, he just loved riling the young Uchiha up. "Oh I don't know Uchiha, I think I pegged you down to a tee," he replied snidely and then walked away, leaving an infuriated Uchiha behind.

It was only after he had walked around the corner and away from the other man's hateful gaze, that he finally released the shuddered breath he was holding in. As cocky as Idate tried to act, that Uchiha scared the shit out of him. He was a powerful man, and no matter what kind of conviction was thrown at him, no matter how much evidence he had staked against that man, Sasuke always managed to somehow get out of it scot-free.

Even now, he was risking a lot even going near the Uchiha. Idate had gotten plenty of warnings from his chief to stay away from Sasuke and simply let the matter be, but Idate couldn't. That Uchiha rubbed him the wrong way, since the first time he saw that guy at the policeman's ball of all places. Standing there all smug in his designer suit, and champagne glass. All the female officers flocked towards him like a moth to a flame, and he simply ignored them. Yet one thing was for sure, that guy was yakuza.

At that time Idate himself had only been a junior detective, fresh in his newfound responsibility, and on that night he had accidently bumped into Sasuke. Spilling his own wine a little, and that guy just tuned around, and gave him that 'look', as if he was just an insignificant speck of dust. Then Sasuke simply walked past him without accepting Idate's apology.

Idate had never been the obsessive kind, but since that day he couldn't help but be curious about the Uchiha. His curiosity was only stirred when he noticed the amount of times that the 'Uchiha' name kept on cropping up during investigations. Arms smuggling, drug trafficking, gang crime, and prostitution rings. Yet the name was only whispered somewhere in the background so that most would simply not even notice it.

But Idate did, and he did not let it go.

Man he could use some coffee now; he was about to cross the street when the phone in his pocket vibrated. Idate fumbled through his Jacket 'til he found the cellular device and pressed it against his ear.

"Where the fuck are you?" came the stern voice from the other side.

"Yamato," came his nervous reply. "Didn't think your sweet voice would be calling me."

"Drop the bullcrap," Yamato replied with exasperation. "You should have been here ages ago, the Chief is more than ready to chew your lazy ass out."

Idate winced, he knew that Yamato wasn't joking. "I'll be there in 15 min, try an' cover for me."

"I've been covering for you all fucking day, what the hell are you doing anyway?"

"Just following up on a lead…"

"Uchiha?" he asked, but Idate didn't reply which was more than enough of an answer.

"Fuck man, have you forgotten what the Chief said?"

"I know, I know, 'stay away from Uchiha'," he replied with a sigh. "But listen, he's been meeting his older brother, just like that, out of the blue!"

"And…?"

"Well duh, they haven't been talking for years, and now all of the sudden they are having regular meetings; don't you think that's suspicious?"

"No, now get your ass moving Idate, stop obsessing over Uchiha," there was a click and the line went dead. Idate looked down at his mobile and flicked it shut. Goddamnit, no one ever listened!

Until he got something concrete no one ever would. He pocketed his phone and rushed to his car, he had to get back to headquarters quickly or he would be in real trouble.

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