Started: 6:29 PM 4/7/2010
Finished: 3:50 PM 7/19/2010
Posted: 7:10 PM 8/14/2010
Edited: 7:16 PM 7/26/2010

A/n: Okay Great news! I broke a hundred reviews! YAY! Group hug OF YOUTH for everyone!

I went back and read through my reviews and all I gotta say is I love you guys. *Cries* All my reviewers are amazing and this Chapter is dedicated to all of you.

Woo! Do the wave! ~~~~

*Still crying* Please Enjoy. I need some tissues...

Warning: There's a lemon in this chapter, and I really don't think it's any good. It's my first one, but I'm warning you now, please don't leave me any nasty reviews, all flames will be printed off and burned to roast marshmallows. As for those of you who aren't ready to read a lemon, I'll warn you again right before, so you don't have read it if you don't want to. '/x/' Please enjoy.

/italics/ - Dream

Chapter 11 - Hidden Answers

Naruto P.O.V.

I looked at myself in the mirror and grinned. 'Oh hell yeah, I'm going to give some poor child nightmares tonight!' I was wearing what I usually wore when going out in public as Kyuubi. I had it custom made to hide every aspect of myself while still allowing me to move freely enough to do whatever I needed to do, like, you know, paint.

I walked down to the car to take me to the studio from the office, which was like ten miles away. I wasn't going to walk, fuck that. Anyway, once we got there I was mobbed by cameras and fans all begging me to sign their books and random collectables. Then there was that one girl who begged me to sign her brassiere...

Okay moving on...

All I could do was keep walking forward and praise whatever deity that there were guards on every side of me protecting me from the crowd. I made it in with all my limbs still attached, thankfully. I smiled at the bodyguard before I realized that they couldn't see it. Oops... Maybe I should say something...

Too late.

The guy was gone, and replaced with another with too much teeth in his smile. "What an honor it is to finally meet you, Kyuubi-sensei! Let me please express my gratitude for your agreement to come on our show. Please also allow me to say what a privilege it is for all of us at the Chi (1) Studios, for your being here." I stared blankly at him and I guess he caught his mistake, "Oh I apologize for not introducing myself earlier, I am Executive Producer Hamiyama, and I coordinate for the show." I continued staring blankly at him. I think it really unnerved him because he started to look for a way out. I smiled when he called out to Izusu-san from somewhere behind me.

Now let me tell you this before we get any more into this part of my story, I believe the mark of a good editor is someone who isn't blinded by fame, someone who can stand up to the writer and force them to write, even intimidate them a little. I think it's someone who the respects the writer and in return is respected by them.

Izusu-san, on the other hand, is quite frankly, not one. You see, the reason I say this is because Isuzu-san is easily intimidated, can't really stand up to many people, and can really grovel when there is someone he admires in the room. I bring this up because right now, this is what I'm talking about.

It seems that Hamiyama-san is someone that intimidates, fascinates, and star strikes Izusu-san. I watched my Editor make a fool out of himself until a certain hairstyle caught my eye. 'Holy shit! Teme's here too?'

'He said he would be kit. Don't you remember it was when we were talking?' I tilted my head thinking, and trying to remember. 'Don't strain yourself.'

I snapped out of it and started to pout, 'Shut up Kyuu.' I heard the dark chuckles echoing around my head, and felt comforted. I swear I would die before admitting that when Kyuubi laughed in my head, I always felt safe, even if he was laughing mockingly at me.

At any rate, it seems that Izusu-san remembered he had a spine, because he turned to glare at me. It seems as though when I was spacing out that what's-his-face told on me. I sighed, nothing is going right today.

"What's your next project, Sensei?" I stared at the woman sitting across from me. She was pretty, 'make that very pretty,' I thought when she smiled slowly and sweetly at the audience. I sighed, Diana Spacey (2) former FBI agent in the U.S. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and (3) outgoing disposition, a killer body, (according to Jiraiya) and kicked major ass, at least that's what I got from her file. Her career was super clean, but due to an injury she left the force, and came to Japan to... err- "heal her broken heart," or at least that's what she said in her autobiography. Apparently her childhood friend told her he only loved her as a sister and it tore her apart.

Once I agreed to this god-forsaken thing, I researched every one of the mother-fuckers who ran the show until I found out everything there was to know. It's good to know things.

Back to the present, I felt the trickle of sweat mark a trail down my cheek. It was hot under the spotlights that lit up the stage, plus I was wearing all that fabric in order to keep my privacy, I could feel another headache threatening to appear, but I was still sitting there in that damned chair, answering the meaningless questions that she posed to me. Not that I would ever tell her that.

Suddenly I became more aware of the dozens of people waiting for my answer, and I quickly tried to remember the question. 'She wants to know about your next project, kit.'

'Thanks Kyuu.' I smiled before opening my mouth to reply to her question, "I haven't a single clue. I was going to start on another book, but you know, my boss requested something from me. I'll probably do that before anything else."

Diana smiled again before turning to her notes, "Kyuubi-sensei, we ran a contest a while back where we were giving away two first editions of your new book, "To Love a Witch." I was wondering if you'd sign these books for us, to you know, and give the winners something extra?" She reached into the box that was hidden from the cameras next to her seat, pulling out two hard bound copies of the coveted first edition.

I knew they were going to ask this of me, thanks to Izusu-san, and brought my favorite red pen with the special shade of ink in it. I felt touched that they were going to ask me this, but at the same time, irritated because they made it so that I really couldn't refuse. "Of course I would Diana-san." I held out my hand for the two books, and she gave them to me.

Signing them quickly, I gave them back to her and she turned to the cameras, "Also to the viewers at home and here in the studio, we will announce the winners at the end of our show." She called an assistant to her to give the books to them to set up the prize showcase prior to shifting her attention back to me. "Now to continue the questions, this was sent in from one of our viewers, Blkshepflwrs, What do you do in your free time, Kyuubi-sensei?"

I smiled, remembering the reason that Mademoiselle Spacey's show was so popular. She didn't just ask her questions but she gave her viewers a chance to ask their own in a random lot drawing. I answered, allowing the smile to show in my voice regardless of the voice changer, "What free time? I don't really have any, but when I do get free time I just listen to music and hang out with the people I love. I also cook, but that doesn't count because I need to do that to live." The audience laughed politely at this. I rolled my eyes in response, letting my smile fade. "Your next question, Diana-san?"

"Just Di will do, sensei," She replied her eyes sparkling in amusement.

I allowed my grin to come back, "Then Di, you may call me Kyuu; it seems to be a fair trade, yes?"

She blushed brilliantly, and nodded. "Kyuu-sensei, I must ask you are you going to continue the witch series?"

"Maybe," I said. I really wasn't sure on that one. She took it all in stride instead of demanding a definite answer so my respect for the woman rose.

I still didn't trust her though.

She took a look at her next question, "How do you get your ideas sensei?"

I grinned brighter at the question, "Easy music is such a wonderful thing. It creates images in your mind, and you feel it throughout your body, pulsating lazily or quickly depending on the song. Sometimes the images that the music creates make a story, all I do is put that story on paper, usually revising it until I have something I can show publicly." I shrugged and continued my answer, "Also dreams do play a good part in the story as well. My first novel was a dream before it became my reality, boosting me up into what most call stardom."

Her eyes brightened and I relaxed a little, "What kind of music do you listen to?"

"Any kind, as long as it grabs my attention. I listen to anything; I literally have the equivalent to days of music on my computer and my Ipod." That was true. Music really takes away the pain and the memories by filling my mind with fantasies of a world that never existed. My smile faded before I mentally shook it off. I couldn't step off that cliff right now, right in front of these people.

The woman across from me didn't notice my internal distress and just continued on with her next inquiry, "Are you going to continue your images of magic portraits?"

I thought about that one, and shook my head. "No, I'm starting on gods and goddesses, and Angels." Sasuke's sinfully delicious appearance came to me and I blushed, when his image smirked at me. 'Now why did the teme pop into my face just then?'

A dark sexy voice came out of my deepest recesses of my mind, 'I was wrong before kit, you're not just interested.' I froze; there was just something about that sentence that just made me want to lock myself in my room and freak out. I broke out of my trance when an amused chuckle reached my consciousness. 'Breathe baka; this is not the time to freak out.' With that and a flick of a fiery red tail, Kyuubi fell silent.

I turned myself back to the woman asking me questions, still focused on the new revelation about that.

When I went home I was exhausted. The interview was going to be shown sometime next week, but they still had me stay overtime in order to get it all perfect. In other words, Isuzu-san threatened to have my head and my soul if I didn't. But of course the real threat was much more vicious and mean and included more variations of the word 'fuck' in it than I can count.

Damn, he has quite the mouth on him. Damn you no kinky thoughts.

Anyway, I sat down on my bed knowing better than to try to rub away the head ache, while I had my sketch pad open and various drawings spread across the room floor.

They were pencil drawings of a certain Uchiha, ones from way too many angles to be healthy. Not for the subject, but for me. I couldn't believe it. I have been too obsessed with the bloody Uchiha...

This had to stop.

That night as I laid in bed going to sleep after putting all the drawings away, I dreamed, not just any dream, something that confused me more than anything...

~*~Lemon Begin~*~

I was pushed up against a door that I didn't recognize, moaning loudly. The only thing I could see was a head of midnight black almost blue hair as I was given the most incredible pleasure that I had ever imagined. I clutched helplessly onto the hair, thrusting upwards into the warm wet heat that encircled my length. The person in front of me seemed to enjoy being choked, for he moaned sending delicious vibrations around my cock.

I threw my head back and let out a scream as I came into the other's mouth. Panting, I closed my azure eyes and slumped against the wall. I vaguely felt myself slipping out of a smirking mouth before felling a hard body slid up my own. I blushed when I felt just how hard my companion was.

My blush became deeper when he lifted my chin, and paused causing me to open my eyes. His beautiful face hovered near me, close enough to kiss. I blinked when I saw his smirk widen before he opened his mouth and ordered huskily, "Kiss me."

I could feel my face get hotter, but my eyes slid down his face, caressing everything I saw with an unknowing smoldering gaze, before landing on his lips. I watched as his tongue slipped out and licked his lips invitingly, and promptly turned my brain to mush. Almost unconsciously I followed his wet muscle back into his mouth, playing languidly, before allowing him to explore my own. I could taste myself mixed in with his unique taste of cinnamon and coffee. It surprised me that instead of disgusting me, it actually turned me on and soon I was as hard as he was.

I moaned in disappointment when he ended the kiss to allow us to catch our breaths, I never hated the life-giving source as much as I did then. I quickly pressed my lips back against his, and parted my lips to allow him access. He didn't take the bait, but rather worried my bottom lip with nips and licks. "S-s-Sasuke, s-stop teasing," I panted out.

The pale beauty before me pulled back and graced me with a breath taking smile, "Of course, my sweet, little Naru-chan." Before placing two fingers on my lips, and in that husky, sexy voice he said, "Suck." One word, it was only one word, yet it still almost made me cream myself again, especially when he leaned in again and started to nip and bite at my neck. I opened my mouth to moan his name again, but he shoved his long pale digits between my lips forcing me to cover them with my saliva.

Rolling my tongue around his fingers I tried to copy what Sasuke had done to me earlier while he preformed his mockery of a vampire on my neck, providing more than enough distraction to make the task difficult. He moaned into my neck when I gave a particularly hard suck before pulling the fingers from my mouth, making me whine in disappointment.

He pulled me in for another mind-blowing kiss as he slowly trailed his fingers down my body. Sasuke surprised me again as he lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist as his still wet fingers circled my entrance, before one plunged in. I opened my mouth in a silent cry, allowing him to kiss me again. The raven began to mimic what was soon to come with his fingers, barely pausing to shove another in.

I felt the tears run down my face as Sasuke attempted to comfort me with sweet kisses and small licks here and there. He started to scissor his fingers apart and I moaned out his name. When he hit a place deep within me, I nearly screamed, "SA-suke!"

He smirked and mumbled, "Found it." Sasuke brushed his fingers against that spot a few more times before ripping his fingers from me. I whimpered in disappointment at the empty feeling, when he placed his rock-hard cock at the entrance. I blushed darker than before, when all of a sudden there came a buzzing noise. I became confused, as it got louder and louder.

~*~Lemon End~*~

Back in the real world I fell out of my tangled sheets and onto the floor. I looked around disheveled and muddled. I looked at the clock which was still buzzing and suddenly my dream came back to me when I glanced around me at my messy sheets, then blushed and swore, "FUCK!"

1- Chi - short for Chidori, but I'm thinking you probably knew that already, my smart ducky readers. : P

2- She's that bad-ass female FBI agent from FAKE. I love her, so I just had to borrow her for a bit and put her in here. Of course I don't own FAKE but I'll just use my favorite female agent here. ^w^

3- Fuck it, I don't freaking know her damn eye color. Nothing will tell me. Shit. .

A/n: My first lemon... '/./' Wow. So I guess that's what you get when I am hyped up on both coffee and porn.

Sorry it's so short. Please don't kill me.