Dedication: You should all thank Bligy for this update! She's been putting up with my slightly foul mood and made me feel better with her straight-forwardness and honesty ;D

A/N: I know that I've been a bad author not to update this. Though, this is not very popular. I kind of like it. Naughty Naruto is hot... Oh, and please ask for an explanation if you're wondering something. I don't want my readers to go around wondering things.

Evolution

Improvement

After a long drive from Suna Estate, they finally reached Sunagakure's centrum. Sasuke slowed down, feeling even more nervous now that they were driving in the middle of a busy city – and Kyuubi was still not wearing his seatbelt.

"So," Sasuke spoke up. He wanted to park the car as soon as possible, before anything got the chance to happen. He wasn't paranoid; he simply didn't want to handle all papers when Kyuubi died in the crash. "Are you hungry?"

Kyuubi looked over at him, a small smile having graced his features when he had been staring at the passing cars. "Yeah, sure," he answered. Sasuke wasn't sure if Kyuubi knew what he was answering to, but decided to ignore it.

Sasuke drove past a calm-looking lunch restaurant. The lunch rush was long since over, but he guessed that it was still too early for dinner. He smirked to himself as he waited for another car to back out from its parking place. To think that he – the boring therapist that no one wanted to befriend – was actually out on a date.

At least he considered it to be a date.

And with such a handsome man. He glanced over at Kyuubi before parking the car. Sasuke's smirk grew, and he wondered what people would think if he got together with someone like Kyuubi. His smirk disappeared when he realised that Kyuubi's ice blue eyes were staring right at him.

"You seriously have some issues. That look scared the hell out of me." Kyuubi shook his head, muttering to himself about rapists. Sasuke got out of the car, Kyuubi following. With a simple push on a button, his car was locked.

"What do you say about that place over there?" Sasuke asked, not really caring what his date wanted. When Kyuubi nodded, looking like he couldn't care less either, they moved over the street.

The dark green curtains had been pulled together to keep the light out, and when they stepped inside; Sasuke wondered if it was like this it was to be blind. It was pitch dark in the beginning, before his eyes adjusted to the dim light.

It was a pretty place, Sasuke noted, proud over himself that he had picked such a nice restaurant. The furniture and floor was in wine red wood, making everything seem heavy. There was a bar – a high counter in the same type of wine red wood – with crimson barstools.

There were a few men in costumes in the bar, talking to each other as they watched a tennis game with beers in their hands. A few couples were sitting here and there by the tables, looking happy in the mildly romantic, rich restaurant.

Sasuke looked up; putting his hand in the small of Kyuubi's back, following the man in black and white that led them to a table. When they were seated, Sasuke once again found himself staring at Kyuubi. The blonde seemed even more alive in this calm place, his eyes glittering and his skin shimmering.

"Oi," Kyuubi whispered, leaning forward. Sasuke leaned forward slightly, his eyes crossing as they got very close. He stopped staring at Kyuubi's nose and looked up in those excited eyes. Kyuubi leaned forward even more, his lips brushing over Sasuke's nose. "How about you and I go and have some fun in the bathroom instead?"

Sasuke leaned back, gripping the menu tighter. He hadn't had a relationship in a while, and even though Kyuubi was very hot, he was sure that he would just toss Sasuke away when they were done. He didn't want that to happen. So, putting on a smirk, he shook his head slowly.

Kyuubi's smile disappeared, being replaced by something else. Perhaps a milder version of a scowl, Sasuke didn't know. "Excuse me?"

"I don't think that now is the time, Kyuubi," Sasuke said in a husky voice. He threw Kyuubi a glance to show that he was still very interested. Kyuubi leaned back, obviously disappointed. Sasuke wanted nothing more than to jump the blonde – but he wanted this to last a little while longer. He didn't want to be alone.

UAUAUA

Sai leaned back, staring at the picture before him. Narrowing his eyes didn't help, for the picture looked exactly the same. It was a failure. It was impossible. He had tried to paint this picture before, but it died before he even got the chance to put away his pencil.

The eyes that stared back at him were dead. The posture was wrong – too strained. The hair was too calm – pretty, but too styled. It was not the man that he had tried to paint. It was not Uzumaki Naruto, nor was it Namikaze Naruto. Kyuubi was impossible to paint, so it wasn't he either.

To say that Naruto had multiple personalities wouldn't be too far from the truth.

Uzumaki Naruto was a man that few had the pleasure to meet. He was kind, passionate and loved to please others. It was a part of Naruto that had been put away a long time ago, before Sai and Naruto met their new 'friends'.

Namikaze Naruto was the work-name that Naruto had taken from his father. He used it to introduce himself while working. Naruto wasn't a prostitute, but Sai was often disturbed by the ways Namikaze Naruto used to manipulate others.

And Kyuubi... It had been a name. A mere nickname, in the beginning. Now, it was a way to get what Naruto wanted. He used it to introduce himself to people he didn't trust, to people he wanted to know.

Kyuubi was a coward.

When Naruto used that name, you knew that he had been in panic. He hadn't known what to introduce himself as – because while he didn't want to show his true self, he didn't want to use his work-name either.

Even though Kyuubi was a coward, Sai mused as he leaned forward to smear some paint over the already used canvas, he was full of emotions. Namikaze Naruto didn't host any emotions – he was a ruthless man that used everything to manipulate others.

He stood up, walking through his living room to the kitchen. He hadn't heard from Naruto in three days, which was irking him. He hated when Naruto didn't call him, or didn't answer his cellphone. He was Naruto's best friend – at least Naruto was his best friend – and wanted to know if he was okay.

After having washed his hands, he walked back to the living room and slumped down in one of the sofas. He grabbed the book on the coffee table, opening it and started to read. These 'How to' books really helped him.

UAUAUA

"Do you mind?" Naruto held up the cigarette between his index and middle finger. Sasuke frowned, but shook his head. With a small smile, Naruto dug out his lighter and put the cancer stick between his lips.

"When did you start smoking?" Sasuke asked once Naruto had put away the lighter again, blowing out disgusting smoke through his parted lips. Naruto looked back at him, putting away the used plate so that he could prop his elbows on the table.

"I do actually remember first time I smoked," Naruto said with a smile. "I was eleven, and I had stolen one of my mother." It wasn't unusual for Naruto to slip out this kind of information – he liked talking, and to talk, you had to have something to say. He just kept unusually much to himself, compared to other people.

"Eleven?" Sasuke repeated to himself. His voice told Naruto nothing. "You're not afraid of lung cancer at all, Kyuubi?"

Naruto scrunched his nose, his eyes narrowing. "Don't say such things." Naruto put on a smile, putting the cigarette between his lips once more, speaking around it, "it's depressing, Sasuke."

"Very well. I won't talk about lung cancer again, if you tell me about your family."

Naruto frowned. He had no intention of talking about his family with this man. He wanted Sasuke to fuck him hard and good, but he wasn't interested in anything else. "Let's not talk about boring things."

"And what is fun to talk about, Kyuubi?" The smirk on Sasuke's face made Naruto want to lick those lips.

"Sex. Sex is always fun, isn't it, Sasuke? How do you like your sex? I believe I never got my answer, even though I gave you so many suggestions during our chat on the phone?" Kyuubi leaned forward, tilting his head to the side as he put the cigarette between his lips again.

"You'll have to find out in another way. I'm not one for sex talks," Sasuke muttered, trying not to inhale any of the smoke that Kyuubi blew out.

Naruto narrowed his blue eyes. "Are you trying to tell me that you dislike dirty talk, Sasuke? Wouldn't you like it if I whispered dirty things in your ear right now? Or when we are together in bed? Wouldn't you like me to tell how good your fingers feel inside of me? How good your sperm taste on my tongue?"

Sasuke's lips had parted some time during Kyuubi's monologue, and the blonde took the opportunity. He didn't bother to exhale the smoke as he leaned forward and he pressed his lips against Sasuke's.

Sasuke, even though taken by surprise, gladly kissed back. The taste was horrible, the smoke making his mouth feel so dry. Yet, the kiss was great. Kyuubi's tongue did things to him that made him go crazy. He wanted to pull Kyuubi up on the table and fuck the blonde until he bled.

UAUAUA

Tenth meeting with Sabaku no Gaara, the Suna Estate.

It feels as if we have entered a routine. A circle has been formed, and I need to break out of it. Gaara only shows interest when I mention this Uzumaki Naruto. Though, it is hardly visible. The way he leans forward is easy to miss, or the way he slowly looks up to meet my eyes.

He doesn't ask questions, nor does he pry on things. He shows no enthusiasm. The only time his facial expression change is when it is mentioned that we have yet to find Uzumaki Naruto.

Unfortunately, we have yet to find Gaara's ex-husband. I have called Temari and Kankuro twice since our meeting, but they refuse to give me any hints at all. It would be great to find this Uzumaki. He would be able to inform me of Gaara's way of thinking; what makes him tick; what made him kill those people.

UAUAUA

The air outside was warm. Too warm. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to take off his jacket as he sat on the stairs, waiting. The stone step he was sitting on was familiar. He sat there pretty often, waiting for his victims to come out of the big building behind him.

His bike was parked by the road, as usual, but Naruto couldn't take his eye from it. He was busy, thinking, not really seeing the motorcycle. He was thinking about Sasuke. Sasuke, the therapist. Sasuke, the older man that disliked talking about sex. Sasuke, the arrogant-looking bastard. Sasuke, the spoilt man that made Naruto's knees give out when he stood too close.

Naruto smiled a little at that, looking down in his lap to hide the blush on his scarred cheeks. It had been really embarrassing when Sasuke pressed him up against the car when they were saying goodbye. Sasuke's hard body against his, his breath hot against Naruto's face, his lips brushing against Naruto's.

It wasn't that weird that Naruto had clung onto the taller man for some support – he had been really turned on by their closeness. Naruto was sure that if it had been Sai, or any other man, his reaction would have been the same. Completely sure.

To Be Continued

A/N: Review to show your interest? Some critism would be nice as well, but I'll settle with anything, really ;)