All In | By : momhuey8 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Sasuke sighed loudly and looked at the ceiling. “What’s the matter now?”
“Huh?”
“You’re fidgeting and making noise.”
“Sorry. Headache’s kinda bad today.”
Sasuke issued another loud sigh, but this one was accompanied by a look of annoyance.
“It’s always something, isn’t it?
“I’m sorry.”
“Look, is there anything I can do about it?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Then do you really think it is fair to…inflict…it on me? How do you think it makes me feel, knowing I can’t help you? Now, if I could actually help…” Sasuke shrugged.
“Since I can’t…” He shrugged again.
“Naruto, you look great.” Tsunade said. “And I wouldn’t worry about the headaches.”
“Are you sure? They seem kind of…bad.”
“I can give you a powder that will help.” She fished in a cabinet on the wall. “Maybe you can try some meditation, as well.”
“Honestly, though, you look marvelous. You were getting kind of bulky.” She grinned at him. “I’ll bet Sasuke likes the changes you’re making.”
“Here now.” She handed him the envelope. “Keep up the good work.”
"Hey dobe." Sasuke crawled into Naruto's lap and straddled his legs as he sat at the kitchen table, listlessly rearranging rice grains on a plate.
"Hey."
"I wanted to talk to you."
"Okay."
"We've been in each other's hip pockets for months now." Naruto shifted his gaze to a spot over Sasuke's shoulder as he spoke. "I don't know about you, but in Sound, I got used to spending a lot of time alone. I understand you might be feeling a little crowded yourself."
He didn't like the look on Naruto's face, the complete lack of any emotion, but he forged ahead, thinking about what Sakura had told him.
"I thought maybe you'd like some time to yourself today and maybe tomorrow, too. I was thinking it would be a good time for me to lock myself in the scroll room and take some time to sort through some of the old stuff." He put his hand on Naruto's cheek and the blond nodded.
Unease slithered through Sasuke's belly. Was this the right thing to do? Had Sakura been wrong?
Finally, he decided it was only for a day or two and he was making a big deal out of nothing.
"So, anyway, you've been putting up with me a lot lately and I thought you'd like to have some time to yourself."
After several moments of silence, during which Naruto didn’t speak or look at him, he stood. "Okay then. Well, I'll see you tomorrow or the next day." He left the room before the tears started sliding down Naruto's cheeks.
Sasuke stood in the scroll room, perspiration running down his neck and arms. While it was hot and stuffy in the windowless room, he was sweating just as much from agitation.
A beast in his stomach kept rearing its head and gnashing around until he felt sick. This was wrong.
Wasn’t it?
Damn it! He just didn’t know how to read Naruto anymore. When he’d left Sakura’s, he’d been optimistic, thinking that he’d finally see a smile on Naruto’s face, sheepish or otherwise.
What he got was completely different. Sasuke had walked out of the kitchen feeling like he’d just killed Naruto’s puppy.
He flopped into the corner and leaned against the wall. Maybe he should go to his lover.
Or maybe not. Fuck!
Sasuke knew he was demanding and perhaps a shade needy. Perhaps those very traits of his were the problem. Maybe Naruto was feeling the stress of maintaining Sasuke and all of Sasuke’s needs.
If he cancelled this project and went back early, maybe he would make things worse, clinging and pressuring, showing Naruto that he couldn’t even go a day without him.
Fuck! He didn’t know what to do. He wished there was someone he could talk to.
Then realized there was; Sakura!
Nodding to himself, he repacked the shelves he’d emptied and headed toward the shower.
Sasuke had snuck out. And gone to Sakura’s.
Naruto stood by the Uchiha property gate and wondered what he should do. This wasn’t the first time Sasuke had snuck out. He’d left once before and gone to Sakura’s as well.
Naruto wasn’t too worried about his safety; Sakura knew the parameters of Naruto’s mission and would make sure Sasuke didn’t have any confrontations with villagers.
But why didn’t he just tell Naruto? He had to know that Naruto would be okay with it and would put the necessary precautions in place. While Sakura could keep Sasuke safe, she shouldn’t have to since she was recovering from horrible injuries.
And why the story about being in the scroll room? Sasuke knew that Naruto would know his location.
He just didn’t know what Sasuke wanted anymore. It had seemed so easy in the beginning; they’d seemed so in synch.
Or maybe Naruto had deluded himself into thinking that. What the hell did he know about relationships? Not a fucking thing.
He did know missions, though. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe he’d been treating Sasuke like a mission, albeit unknowingly. He didn’t think he was, but…
Aaagh! This was making his head hurt so badly.
He was so confused. He wanted to try harder. He wanted to give up. He wanted to bury Sasuke in sunshine and joy. He wanted to set him free.
The pain in his head screamed and his vision dimmed. He stumbled into the house and made it to the bed just as his consciousness faded completely.
Sasuke sat on Sakura’s couch. She sat on the floor by his feet and patted his leg.
He’d talked to her for only a few minutes before he’d broken down into tears.
“It’s falling apart,” he whispered as she rubbed soothing circles on his thigh. “I don’t know how to make him happy.”
Sakura listened. She, too, had tears in her eyes. It tore her heart to see Sasuke so upset.
“I don’t know how to act around him,” he continued.
“Sometimes these things just don’t work out,” she said gently.
A sob escaped him and he put his hands over his face. “No. It needs to work out. I can’t live without him.” He looked at her. “I can’t be alone again.”
“Sasuke, you have to know you’ll never be alone ever again.”
He seemed to ignore that and took several breaths.
“It’s like Itachi. I feel like I’m missing something, some vital piece of information. He looks so terrible. I know he can’t get viruses or diseases, but there’s something wrong with him.”
He gripped her hand. “You’re a medic, and you see him all the time. What’s your opinion?”
She tilted her head thoughtfully. “It’s true that he’s changed. But the weight loss and the mood swings… Certainly I haven’t done an exam but, it seems to me to be emotional in nature. Mental. That’s why I suggested the claustrophobia.”
Sasuke’s head dropped to the back of the couch and his jaw worked. “So he’s just unhappy.”
Sakura sat on the couch next to him and pulled his head to her shoulder. “I don’t know, sweetheart. But it’ll all work out in the end. I promise.”
Sasuke woke and tried to lift his head, but a crick in his neck screamed at him and he winced. Finally he opened his eyes. And gasped. Where the hell was he?
Sakura’s! He was on Sakura’s couch, his head on her shoulder. He looked over; she was asleep.
Then he remembered. He’d cried and then, because he hadn’t slept well in weeks, he fallen asleep where he sat.
He craned his neck toward her window, trying to estimate the time. Damn it. It looked to be morning. He’d slept half of yesterday and all night here on her couch.
There was no way that Naruto didn’t know. This was bad. He had to go now. He got up and started toward the door, but looked at Sakura, slumped over, her head lolling at a sharp angle. He couldn’t let her sleep like that.
He scooped her up and walked her down the hall toward her bedroom. Her eyes opened sleepily.
“Hey,” he said. “I’ve got to go, but I thought I’d tuck you in first.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled onto his shoulder.
“Thank you for everything, Sakura-chan,” he said as he slid her door open with his foot. “I’m sorry I dumped all this on you.”
She just sighed sleepily. “S’okay.”
As he laid her onto her bed and pulled a cover over her, she kissed his cheek. ‘Love you.”
“I love you, too, sweetie. Thank you again.”
Sasuke flew across the rooftops toward home, and cursed himself for being such an idiot. What was he going to say to Naruto?
Certainly he had no intention of lying, but now that he was on his way home, he wondered why he was even in the predicament. Why the fuck hadn’t he just told Naruto he wanted to go to Sakura’s? Why had he felt the need to sneak out?
He imagined how he would feel about this if he was Naruto. He would feel completely disrespected.
He’d come back to Konoha and by taking the council’s scroll and moving into his old home, he was agreeing to the conditions. One of those conditions was Naruto’s presence as guard.
And because they loved each other, he and Naruto had come to an understanding about that part of their lives. For six months, Naruto would do his job, but he would interfere as little as possible, giving Sasuke a measure of self-respect, and in return, Sasuke would not undermine Naruto’s assignment.
But he’d left and he knew that Naruto had let him. Naruto was a sage; he knew Sasuke’s every move.
Shit. If the council got word that he’d snuck out on Naruto, it would be bad for the blond.
Damn it, damn it, damn it! He flew into his house and raced around calling for Naruto. He cast his senses out and located Naruto in the bedroom. When he got there, he found Naruto lying half on, half off the bed. Something was wrong.
“Naruto!” He pulled him into his arms.
Naruto winced and opened one eye a small slit. When he saw Sasuke, he pushed out of his arms and crawled away. Sasuke followed on his knees, but Naruto shrugged him off.
“Naruto! What’s wrong? What happened?”
Naruto stumbled into an upright position and Sasuke glanced around for some clue, a sign of a struggle or something that would tell him what happened.
“Naruto.” The blond didn’t answer, just grit his teeth and swayed slightly on his feet.
“Naruto!” Sasuke gripped his shoulders until Naruto opened his eyes a tiny slit. “Is it your head? Does your head hurt?”
Naruto shrugged him off and took a step back.
“Naruto! Answer me, damn it. What’s wrong? Is your head hurting?” He shook Naruto. “Answer me or I’m getting Tsunade.”
“You said…” Naruto winced as though the sound of his own voice hurt him. “You said you don’t want to hear about it anymore.”
“What the hell are you talking about? I said no such thing.”
Naruto dropped his head, turned and walked out of the room.
Dear god. She’d spent the night with Sasuke. Yes it was on her couch, but still…
And things were going so badly between Sasuke and the meathead. It wouldn’t be long and Sasuke would be free. Her dreams seemed within reach now.
It might require another campaign to turn his platonic feelings into romantic, but she had no doubt that it would eventually happen.
Impatience filled her. As she basked in the remembrance of his warmth by her side all through the night, she made a decision to step up the game. Perhaps some forays into their sex life. Maybe it was time for more.
"You’re being silly. This is still you." Sasuke paused in his thrusting and rested his head on the shoulder of the Naruto clone he had pinned to the wall.
“Your clones just weigh less than you do. I can’t do with this you.”
He began to move again. “It will be your turn in a minute.”
Several minutes later, Sasuke growled out his finish and pinched the clone until it poofed away. Then he staggered to the bed and flopped on his back next to Naruto, who had been watching and stroking himself in anticipation of being the object of Sasuke’s attention.
“Give me a minute.”
The minute turned into never as Sasuke rolled onto his side away from Naruto and fell asleep.
“Do you think it is possible to love someone and hate them at the same time?”
Naruto felt his vision darken at the edges at Sasuke’s question. He had no idea how to respond, but like most of their time together anymore, he had to fight the urge to flee.
“I was thinking about Itachi, of course.” For some reason, Naruto didn’t feel relieved.
“I mean, obviously, I loved him. He was a bond I could never break, though I did want to.
“And then after he killed everyone I hated him for taking so much away from me. Even though he deprived me of so much, I still loved him.”
“Did you stop loving him when he died?” Naruto whispered.
Sasuke was silent for several moments.
“Yes. Now that you mention it, I became free the day he died.”
"Sasuke?"
"Hmm?"
"I was wondering, what do you think would happen if I was gone?"
Sasuke looked up sharply. "What do you mean gone?"
"If for some reason, I was...I mean, if I wasn't here with you anymore. Like gone on a mission for…years, or something."
"Don't say that. I will love you until the day you die. As long as you are alive, I will always find you and keep you with me."
"You would?" Naruto seemed genuinely confused.
"Because we love each other we are...trapped...no that’s a bad word, I mean, bound to each other. So, we will be together for as long as you live."
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