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Soup's On	By : OfFansAndFlames Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1793 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Sasuke didn't have to wait long for the pizza to finish. As he trudged up the stairs, he heard Itachi yell from below.
"Sasuke, you better not be bringing that pizza upstairs. You know you're not allowed to have food in your room."
Sasuke disregarded the request, pretending not to hear Itachi. After all, he couldn't exactly bring Naruto down to the kitchen. He heard Itachi groan below him.
"Why do I even bother..."
Sasuke smirked. It was a silly rule, really. He never made messes, though he wasn't sure he could say the same thing about his room's new occupant. Lights seemed to ignite behind bright sapphire eyes when the door was opened, revealing his new friend with a pan full of freshly baked pizza.
"Make one spill, and we're done for. You're eating like a civilized human being this time."
"Well, what else would I do?"
Sasuke handed Naruto a plate and a napkin, sitting down next to him and facing the television.
"I wonder," he responded sarcastically.
Naruto quickly took a large bite of the pizza, holding his mouth over his plate and stifling his agony.
"What's this cheese made out of, magma? Shit."
Sasuke meanwhile patiently waited for his own slice to cool. He flicked on the television, quickly settling on House. Naruto had never watched the show before, but he seemed to find it amusing nonetheless. Of course, the blond had to keep his laughs very quiet, and his difficulty in doing so was readily apparent.
Before commercial break had hit, Naruto had already finished three slices of pizza. Sasuke said nothing. He knew that Naruto could stand to be teased, but he didn't want him to feel guilty about eating his food. He was glad that Naruto was getting his fill; he wanted his friend to get stronger. Eventually, only one slice of pizza remained. And Sasuke had hardly finished his own.
Naruto stared down at the empty plate sheepishly, "You should take this one. I ate like...the whole thing."
Sasuke shook his head, "I'm not hungry."
This, actually, wasn't a lie. Despite Sasuke's quick growth in recent years and frequent gym trips, he tended to have a modest appetite. Besides, he preferred healthier food than pizza.
"Pft. No wonder you're so thin!"
Sasuke raised a perfect brow.
"You're getting on me for being thin?"
Naruto didn't wait to grab the last piece of pizza, taking a large bite. His speech was obscured by his food.
"I'm... I'm a work in progress. It won't take me long to put on my weight, because unlike some people," Naruto took another bite and pointed at Sasuke, "I know how to eat."
Sasuke smiled at Naruto crookedly. "It won't take me long," he had said. Thus indicating that he was planning on sticking around.
"I can see that."
Sasuke ventured downstairs another time to do the dishes, choosing to stay in his room for the remainder of the evening. They stayed up late, watching whatever they could find on television in his room, and Sasuke showed Naruto a few new viral videos on Youtube that he had missed. They had watched nyan cat for a solid five minutes before Sasuke laid down the law and closed the relevant tab. Naruto was thoroughly disappointed.
The same activities would have felt mundane and dull with anyone else. Watching TV and viral videos with a friend didn't exactly sound captivating. Yet it was something else to show these things to someone so genuinely enthusiastic and appreciative. It made them feel fresh and new, even if Naruto's intensely chipper attitude sometimes annoyed Sasuke.
It was Sasuke's decision when they finally decided to go to bed. Unfortunately, Itachi's sleeping bag was in the garage. He couldn't have Naruto bringing out his own supplies, which were far too dusty. His bed was large enough to fit the two of them, but that... Perhaps it was a bad idea. He took his thick comforter off, folding it up by the closet and lying an extra pillow out, along with a sheet.
"Remember the drill. If Itachi asks to come in, quietly move into the closet, and leave the comforter by the bed."
Naruto wrapped his arm around Sasuke's shoulders, leaning inward.
"So, do you normally store hobos in your closet, or am I just that special?"
"Don't get full of yourself," Sasuke warned.
Naruto smirked, soon after frowning as thoughts ushered his mind elsewhere.
"Hey, Sasuke, how long do you think this is gonna work?"
Sasuke sighed, the corners of his own lips declining.
"I can't imagine more than a few days. We're going to have to figure out a backup plan, but I'm too tired for that now."
Naruto nodded as the Uchiha pointed towards Naruto's rather shoddy setup.
"We'll figure something better out tomorrow, when Itachi's gone."
Naruto lay down and wrapped himself in the comforter, his small blond head looking almost comical poking out of the billowy sheet.
"Pft, what are you talking about? This is just fine."
Sasuke would let this go for now, but he would not allow Naruto to sleep on the floor for any longer than he had to. Without his comforter, Sasuke curled tightly into himself for warmth. It was a particularly cold night, and it was actually making it difficult for Sasuke to fall asleep. However, just as he had begun to drift off, there was a whisper from the other side of the room.
"Sasuke."
Not wanting to lose whatever modest progress he'd made in finally losing consciousness, Sasuke ignored him.
"Sasuke!"
Rubbing his eyes with his forearm, Sasuke groaned. Dammit, now he'd never get back to sleep.
"What?"
Naruto whispered, "I have to pee."
How helpless was this kid?
"So?"
"Your brother keeps roaming the halls. What if I get caught?"
Sasuke grabbed the newspaper on his bed stand and tossed it to Naruto.
"Here, take care of it."
"Very funny, asshole. Now, if you don't want your room to smell like piss, figure something out."
They actually avoided confrontation adeptly. Naruto made a valiant effort to only leave the room when positively necessary. As Naruto finally drifted into sleep, Sasuke went over everything that had happened today. It had been tiring, both physically and emotionally.
Sasuke's emotional side tended to be rather dormant, so the change in pace left Sasuke a little unsettled. He was glad to have Naruto next to him, where he knew he was safe. He didn't have to worry about him now; that much had been attended to. But tomorrow, he would have his revenge.
By the time Naruto woke up on Saturday morning, Sasuke had already spent three hours at his desk studying. Naruto had easily slept twelve hours, which was something he had clearly needed. He was surprised to be greeted with the scent of Sasuke's house and the sight of carpet as his eyes opened, his memory soon after filling in the gaps. He could hardly believe what had transpired. A sleepy grin rested on his lips. It felt wonderful to have a roof over his head, with Sasuke no less. The entire house smelled like him.
"Good morning, princess," Sasuke teased, not bothering to look over from his textbook.
Naruto squinted as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, yawning.
"Good morning, bastard."
They sat for several moments silently as Naruto became more alert. Naruto noted that Sasuke had already dressed himself.
"Anything on the agenda today?"
Sasuke nodded, responding curtly, "Yeah. Now get dressed."
Sasuke handed Naruto a pair of his skinny jeans and one of his T-shirts.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see."
Sasuke knew that if he explained the situation to Naruto from the get-go, he would never agreed to it. But ever since the moment he had woken up, he had patiently waited for Naruto to arise so that he could find the man who had attacked him.
Naruto grunted unknowingly, stripping down in his corner of the room without announcement. Sasuke averted his eyes, finding the behavior odd but not bothering to mention it. Over the ruffling of clothing, he heard Naruto whine.
"God, these pants are so tight! Why would you ever wear something so uncomfortable?"
He knew that the pants weren't too small on Naruto. Perhaps he was just accustomed to pants several sizes too large.
"Stop whining."
There was more rummaging and a thud as Naruto stomped his foot down to keep his balance, followed by a few straining noises.
"No! How do you even have room for your dick? What are you packing under there, an acorn?"
Sasuke frowned, "I don't see how your inability to put on properly sized clothing has anything to do with my dick. Do you even have them up past your thighs?"
"Almost," Naruto admitted, wiggling into the pants.
There were a few more shimmying movements until blond exhaled victoriously.
"But you never answered my question, 'Suke," he sing-songed.
"What am I packing? Hm, wouldn't you like to know."
Sasuke faced Naruto, whose face had flushed lightly as Sasuke snickered. More and more, he was coming to like the sight of Naruto in his clothing. It looked good on him, and it satisfied his protective streak.
Sasuke had to explain things to Naruto on the bus ride to Eighth and J. He assured Naruto that he would not attack the man this morning. Strictly speaking, he was being honest. He didn't want Naruto to be in the middle of something like that, and he didn't want him interfering. No, he would wait until he was alone. He did not want to put Naruto at risk.
Naruto, however, had his reservations.
"Sasuke, are you sure you're not going to try to hurt this guy?"
Sasuke's brows furrowed. He could sidestep the truth, but he could not blatantly lie to Naruto. At least not about something like this. He deserved better than that.
"Don't worry about it."
Naruto frowned, nudging Sasuke's upper arm.
"You're avoiding my question."
Sasuke sighed, wishing Naruto would leave the matter rest.
"I'm not going to try anything funny with you around."
Naruto picked up on the last part of Sasuke's sentence in an instant.
"Not with me around, hm? So are you saying that you're going to try to hurt him when I'm not around?"
Sasuke rolled his eyes as the bus jerked to a stop, several occupants coming and going.
"Why do you care? The guy's a piece of trash."
Naruto glared at Sasuke.
"So you are. And you tried to get me to play a hand in it."
Sasuke leaned back into the seat, not appreciating the disapproval in Naruto's tone.
"That's better than just letting him go so that he can do the same thing to some other kid. People like that need to be taught a lesson," Sasuke reasoned.
Sasuke was being honest with himself. He knew that this was only a part of the reason he wanted to do this, but it was still a relevant consideration nonetheless.
"That's not your place, Sasuke."
Sasuke voice was becoming frustrated as it rebutted, "Like hell it's not my place. Someone's got to do it."
Naruto clawed Sasuke's upper arm, tearing the raven sideways so that he was forced to face Naruto. His eyes were a furious blue.
"Sasuke, how do you think it would look when you're arrested for picking a fight with a random bum, hm? If I remember right, you missed juvie by a hair. What happened to you wanting to be a doctor? Why do you even bother to study so fucking much if you're going to pull stunts like this? I don't think the legal system is going to be too impressed by your bastard brand of vigilante justice."
Sasuke stared back at Naruto speechlessly. Other than the last part, he would never have expected something so intelligent to leave Naruto's mouth. As much as the words peeved him, he knew that Naruto was being logical. Perhaps he had underestimated Naruto.
That being the case, he had already considered these things. He knew that this was a risky situation, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he even admitted that this was a bad idea. Yet he hadn't wanted to kill the guy. Really just rough him up when the time was right and anonymously turn him over to the law.
"And that's assuming that you win the fight. Who's to say you don't end up like me?"
"I'm not gonna end up like you. I know what I'm doing."
He did. He would come armed, just in case. He'd gotten in fights before - bad ones. And he had scars to prove it. He'd even had someone pull a knife on him once. Of course, the man couldn't have been over the age of twenty. But he ignored that fact.
"Oh?" Naruto asked as he cocked his head at Sasuke, appearing thoroughly unimpressed. "I wonder about that."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Naruto smirked.
"Sasuke, you're fifteen. I know you're pissed, but use your fucking brain, okay?"
Sasuke sighed, his body trembling ever so slightly with rage. He had wanted this. No, he had needed it. And his age... Again, his age bit him in the ass, standing in his way when he tried to do what needed to be done. He needed to make this man pay personally. How could someone do this to Naruto? Naruto suffered. Naruto could have died. Sasuke could've been alone, all over again. Just looking at Naruto's bruised face made him want to break bones.
He'd been like this for the past year. Apathetic and calm on the surface, but with a furious core which never seemed to extinguish. It found its various outlets but was never placated. He had once been a much more rational person. Naruto had never seemed like the particularly mature sort, but something about the way he handled himself now made Sasuke feel juvenile in comparison. Sometimes he forgot that he was the younger of the two.
"It's not right."
When Sasuke spoke, his voice shook.
"I have to make it right."
Seeing Sasuke anything other than composed and fully aloof seemed odd to Naruto. Naruto tried to ignore his frustration and see the situation from Sasuke's point of view. He was again shocked at how much Sasuke seemed to care about him. It was either that, or the guy had a nasty case of anger management issues. As frustrating as he could be, Sasuke was a deeper person than Naruto had given him credit for.
"You're mad because you care about me, right?"
Sasuke had no response for that. It was true, but he didn't want to admit to it in words. All the same, his silence spoke for him.
"Well, maybe the reason that I don't want you to do this is because I care about you. You're my only friend, and when I say only, I mean it. Shit, Sasuke... If you got yourself hurt, imprisoned, or even killed over me, I don't know what I'd do."
Sasuke stared down at his lap as the bus jostled his frame. What was this like for Naruto? No wonder he was so angry. Perhaps if he was really interested in protecting Naruto, he should pay more attention to things like this.
"So please, just give up on this."
Whatever Naruto had said appeared to have gotten through to Sasuke, as the boy lowered his head in silence for a full minute after his speech. He thought about his options before crafting his response.
"I'm not going to let this guy off the hook. I meant it when I said I didn't want this happening to anyone else. So if you're going to talk me out of my 'bastard brand of vigilante justice,' we're at least reporting him to the cops. And following up on it."
Naruto smiled at Sasuke, his face returning to its normally carefree expression. Sasuke took note that Naruto could actually get pretty intense when angry.
"Okay, deal."
Naruto extended his hand.
"But I want you to promise me that you're not going to try to punish him yourself."
Sasuke sighed, staring out the bus window. He hadn't planned on doing that anyhow, but when it was phrased like this, it seemed so binding.
"Naruto, I give you my word that I will leave this douchebag's fate up to the law without interference. Now, would you like me to issue an affidavit?"
They shook on it, like a business agreement or something of the sort. But for Sasuke, that was it. Once he had given his word, there wasn't even an issue to consider. As much as he would still like to rip Naruto's assailant apart, he tried his best to let go of the matter. He had little success, but he hoped that it would get easier as the days passed. He would do this for himself, and he'd do it for Naruto.
Given that the pair of them were already fully dressed and on the bus, it seemed a waste to go home immediately. Sasuke took Naruto grocery shopping, picking up a few of Naruto's favorite treats despite his rather predictable protestations. He also bought Naruto a book of crossword puzzles after finagling Naruto's interest out of him. On the way home, they stopped by the police station to report the man in question.
Upon arriving home, they replaced the comforter with Itachi's sleeping bag. They stored Naruto's sleeping bag in the corner of the garage where Itachi's had been and concealed Itachi's sleeping bag every morning. Sasuke was thankful he had a lock on his door.
Naruto didn't complain when Sasuke spent hours upon hours studying. As had been his custom, he entertained himself. He would occasionally take walks, but more frequently, he would immerse himself with the computer, the television, or Sasuke's Droid smartphone. As a child, he had generally been more interested in playing outside than in things like televisions or computers. However, he had grown to miss them in their absence.
Despite Naruto's general clumsiness, his use of Sasuke's gadgets proved uneventful other than a single occasion. Suddenly, the mouse stopped working. Naruto had noticed a spare mouse in the upper compartment of Sasuke's desk shelf. Opening the shelf, he blindly rummaged for a mouse, but his hands instead grasped a long pill bottle.
Sasuke was showering, so despite the nagging of his conscience, Naruto glanced at the label. It was something called "sertraline." There was a small line of text underneath the bolded title, reading "Also known as: Zoloft."
Resting his hand on his hand, he recounted his interactions with Sasuke. Sasuke didn't seem depressed, but then again, it was difficult to tell considering how stoic Sasuke was. Naruto understood that clinical depression didn't have to be a result of someone's external situations. Nonetheless, it dismayed Naruto that Sasuke was facing this, whatever it was.
Sasuke noticed a decline in Naruto's mood Sunday evening. However, Naruto would not admit to this and made his own inefficient attempts to mask it. Perhaps too quickly, Sunday night arrived. Naruto clearly heard Sasuke's deep breathing from the other side of the room. Naruto had been attempting sleep for nearly two hours and felt not a hair closer.
Naruto enjoyed Sasuke's company. Even if they hardly spoke to each other due to Sasuke's incessant studying, his simple presence reassured him. He wasn't looking forward to being alone all day in an unfamiliar house. Something about it made him anxious and restless. However, given the situation, he was sure he could get used to it.
Giving up on sleep, Naruto discreetly walked over to Sasuke's desk to grab his phone. The light from the computer would often wake Sasuke up, and Naruto knew he had to get up at 6:30 for the bus. He noticed that one of Sasuke's friends, Karin, had sent him a text.
It read, "hey sasuke ;)"
Naruto frowned. That bitch sent him a sideways winky face. He may not be too proficient with technology, but he'd been told about the sideways winky face and all of its implications. He hated to admit how jealous this made him feel.
The message had been sent about a half hour ago, so it was presumable that the girl was still awake. Naruto had wanted to become more involved in Sasuke's life. This was one of Sasuke's friends. (Or at least, in theory.) He'd never met a single one of them, and he wondered if he ever would. He had always been so segregated from the majority of Sasuke's life. It felt almost eerie to be holding a device that could put him in direct communication with it. This, combined with his boredom, proved to be a doomed combination.
Naruto typed back to Karin on the touch pad: "helloo. so whats yiup/?"
He'd hit send before he could correct his message. Dammit, he hated these touch screens. They made him feel like he had sausages for fingers, and he could never press the right button. He grimaced, and his face had no time to shift expressions before another text popped up on the screen.
This girl had texted Sasuke's phone thirty minutes ago, and it was the night before Monday. What, did this girl just live attached to her phone? How fast could her thumbs have possibly moved? He had underestimated the typical high school-aged female.
"sasuke, r u drunk or sumthing?"
This was it. He was actually communicating with one of Sasuke's friends! It was almost as good as meeting them! He sucked his tongue thoughtfully before responding with "no."
Again, in a hair of a second, the screen flashed again.
"so its really nice to hear from u. sumtimes i get the feeling i just annoy u"
Naruto paused, staring at the screen utterly perplexed. This was the way Sasuke operated, right? He acted aloof around the people he cared about. At least that's what he'd always done around him. And if Karin was an added contact on his phone, and she was texting him, she had to be his friend. Therefore, she probably wasn't an annoyance. So he would respond appropriately.
"of cxfourse not"
Damned touch screens.
"so, whatcha doin?"
The blond looked over his back, the less that savory thoughts in his mind instinctively making him paranoid. He gave a wicked little smirk before responding.
"youy kno, just jockin da bithcez and doin my sweat thang baby"
What harm could it do? Sasuke could always pass it off as a prank from a friend. Simply the image of Sasuke saying something like that was too rich for words. Naruto had spent a couple seconds trying to recall whether the word in question was spelled "sweat" or "sweet", but ultimately he could only go with his instinct.
"wow, hawt ;)"
"watcha doin now hotstuff?"
There was hardly a split second until another response arrived.
"o just chillin, sui is being stupid. u?"
Naruto pondered his next response with great difficulty. What would he say now? Figuring that his damage was done, he typed his final message and powered the phone back off.
"cool. i have to go now bye"
Naruto was laughing to himself as he attempted to sleep, thoroughly amused by the mischief he had wrought. It made him feel just a little less pessimistic about Monday morning.

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