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The Reason Why	By : animegher Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1038 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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lovely Japanese producing companies, not me. Does the world of Naruto have elevators? For fan fiction� yes!
Sasuke slowly opened his eyes, a slight ringing in his ears as grey fuzz filled all his senses. Blinking away the grogginess, he became aware of the ceiling and the heavy way his lungs were moving, like it was an effort to simply provide air. Sasuke crossed his eyes to look down at the mask placed over his mouth, plastic fogged up from his own breath. With a hand that felt like it weighed a hundred pounds, Sasuke grabbed the mask with a limp fist and dragged it down until it sagged off his chin. That was all he could manage before his arm fell back at his side heavily.

Fresh air. It tasted and felt so much better than whatever was being pumped through that mask. Sasuke became aware of the hospital bed by small bits and degrees, a needle shoved into his wrist as something was pumped into him from a clear plastic bag hanging from a metal stand above him. Probably filling him full of more drugs, from the heavy and sluggish response of his body. Sasuke didn�t think he needed anything else, already confused and disorientated upon rousing. He hated waking up in the hospital, always alone with no answers. He wasn�t even sure what had happened this time, whom had beaten him up hard enough to land him in the hospital.

Sasuke turned his head on the pillow, looking out the window that he knew would be to the side of his bed. He had more than enough visits here to become familiar with the rooms. The familiar mess of brightly-colored roofs and wires met his eyes, assured Sasuke that everything was still firmly intact. The village wouldn�t look so peaceful if Itachi had been here. Sasuke would probably be dead if his brother had showed up, the certain defeat and undeniable weakness hurting worse than the ache of his body.

"Sas...." whispered a soft voice to his other side, so unexpected that Sasuke was sure his heart stopped. He rolled his head over, half-afraid of what he might see.

"Sashimi and ramen," Naruto mumbled out the order in his sleep, his head bent back over a chair by Sasuke�s bedside. Sasuke couldn�t help but stare at the blonde, a bit of drool trailing out of the corner of his mouth as the idiot kept on dreaming. There was always a simple chair in the hospital rooms, for worried family and friends. No one had ever sat there before, and Sasuke hadn�t expected any differently. And of all people, Naruto was the last person he would consider.

He vaguely recalled being carried on the shorter boy�s back, his memory filled with holes after that. Big insects, that damn Forbidden Area, Sakura yelling out�Naruto taking care of him. That little piece of knowledge cleared up the rest of the cobwebs filling his head, his whole night with Naruto coming back in a flash. Sasuke groaned as he recalled falling on the typical spikes at the bottom of the pit like an idiot. What was even worse was the concern Naruto had showed, the caring that Sasuke hadn�t experienced in years.

"Sasuke?" Naruto yelled, the unexpected loud outburst hurting Sasuke�s ears as he rolled his head away on the pillow. He blinked up wearily at the familiar scarred face shoved up in his own, big blue eyes staring at him in honest worry. Sasuke felt himself drawn in, getting lost in the depth of the color; just as if he was staring straight up at the sky and suddenly forgot that he was even standing on the ground. Such open emotions in those eyes, enough to make Sasuke jealous that Naruto could actually feel something that strongly. He had gone numb a long time ago.

They had him on too many drugs. That much was clear from the dizzy path his own thoughts were taking. Sasuke opened his mouth to tell Naruto to �shut up,� but found his throat so dry and sore that he could only gasp and try to weakly cough. The much movement made his head ache and collapse in on itself with pain. It was hard to breathe all of sudden, his chest shrinking in size as Sasuke gagged on what little air he could draw in.

"Sasuke! Sasuke! Oh, man, don�t do this right now. I�m gonna get in trouble again," Naruto pleaded, his words barely reaching Sasuke�s ears. A hand wrapped around the back of his neck to hold his head steady as Naruto shoved that despicable air mask back over his mouth. Sasuke raised up his hands, trying to fight it off lamely as Naruto struggled to get the mask back in place. Just doing that much made Sasuke feel like his arms were going to fall off. His side screamed pain, his breath wasn�t coming, and Naruto�s panicked screaming wasn�t helping at all.

Sasuke must have blacked out for a moment, because suddenly Naruto was looming in his vision and the awful breathing mask was back in place.

"Are you-"

"Demon! Get away from him!" yelled another voice, female this time. Naruto made a guilty squeak and turned around, moving out of Sasuke�s vision. He couldn�t quiet manage to lift his head, still trying to get his bearings together. All he could do was listen as what was apparent the nurse screaming her head off.

"How did you get back in here?! Security, that monster is in here again!" the woman cried out down the hall, the door slamming shut. Sasuke heard Naruto murmur something that sounded like a curse, followed by useless panicking. Though it cost him a lot of effort and no small amount of pain, Sasuke got up on to his elbows to see the mess exploding in his hospital room. The nurse had a hand on Naruto�s arm and was trying to forcibly drag the smaller boy out the door; though he was not about to budge so easily, his sandaled feet were fixed to the ground like he�d taken root. Two unfamiliar Genins were standing in the hallway, frowning in and obviously waiting to see if their assistance was really needed. Naruto was still a kid after all, even though he had the Nine-tailed Demon stuck inside.

"Damn!" And with that, Naruto was ducking out underneath the nurse�s arms and shot out the door too fast for the Genins to even anticipate. They yelled and chased after the maniac laughter echoing back to Sasuke�s room, him and the nurse left in stunned silence. Sasuke suddenly noticed the dark grey of the room and the suffocating closeness of the walls and ceiling hanging over his head. The nurse seemed colorless in her white uniform and plain black hair, turning back to him with a smile that looked dead. It was quiet in his room again, enough to hear the beep of the machine keeping track of his heart rate. Just how many wires did they have shoved into him right now?

"You�re very lucky to be alive. Your wound was getting infected, but thankfully your teacher brought you here before there was any serious risk," the woman chatted gleefully about Sasuke having a hole in his body. She was babbling, irritating Sasuke to no ends with her nasal, high-pitched voice. Sasuke didn�t want to hear about how he had been a complete idiot and fallen on a spike at the end of what should have been a perfect fall. And to be saved by Naruto, of all people! The one person Sasuke absolutely couldn�t stand; couldn�t bear to owe anything to him. Just how long had Naruto been in here, if the nurse had been yelling about the shorter blonde being in here �again.�

"I�m so sorry about that demon. He just won�t leave here and we catch him messing around with everything!" the nurse exclaimed as if she had been reading Sasuke�s thoughts.

"He�s not a demon," Sasuke rasped out, his voice muffled by the air mask. The nurse stared at him in surprise, which Sasuke himself felt no small amount of. His mouth had just moved on its own, defending Naruto without a second thought. Not that he didn�t enjoy correcting this nurse, but Sasuke wished it could have been something other than that blonde idiot.

"Well, you can just lay back and relax. We�re going to take good care of you," she recovered nicely enough, as if Sasuke had just been babbling. She smoothed out her uniform and adjusted the papers on her clipboard before turning to equipment monitoring Sasuke and starting copying down those meaningless numbers. Sasuke sighed heavily and absently took in the light blue yukata the hospital had put him in. It was sagging open, showing the clean, crisp bandages wrapped around his side. He shifted and became aware of a burning discomfort between his legs.

"Wait� Wait a second, am I�?" Sasuke couldn�t even bring himself to finish the question, his eyes following one of the tubes from his bedside to a large plastic bag filled with light-yellow liquid. The nurse followed his panicked gaze and smiled warmly, as if that would be of any help at all.

"Yes, I�m afraid that�s going to have to stay in for a while, too," she said firmly, but with a reasonable amount of sympathy in her voice. It didn�t stop Sasuke from wanting to kill the well-mannered bitch. He didn�t want a catheter shoved up inside him, didn�t want to be stuck in this hospital all alone, sick and weak. He glared up at her for all the good that it did him, wishing that Naruto had wrecked a little more havoc in his escape.

"Oh, do you want something for the pain?" the nurse asked, misreading his look completely. A needle was out and stabbed into the crook of his elbow before Sasuke could even protest. There was the painful, icy cold feeling of something being pumped into his bloodstream, killing any protest Sasuke tried to voice. The effect was almost immediate: his body not so heavy anymore, things not so important. He thought there was something to be worried about, something that he should be concentrating on, but Sasuke couldn�t remember what it would be for the life of him. Sasuke was pretty sure that the pain hadn�t been so bad to need drugs this good, but he promptly even lost that little rational thought.

"There you go," the nurse said, but her words took so long to get out she might have well of sounded like a man, the baritone of the voice echoing in his ears. She arranged him back into a suitable position on the bed, pulling up the sheets and combing back Sasuke�s hair with her fingers. He couldn�t even flinch away from the long, manicured nails as she smiled at him. Sasuke became entranced by the glossy red of her lips, glistening with makeup underneath the lights. Hadn�t mother worn that one time? Sasuke drifted between happy memories and a grey fog, which the nurse observed with a predatory grin.

"Sasuke-kun, was it? I might be seeing you later," she laughed, a high-pitched agony that he couldn�t escape. She tapped his nose playfully, sending his head tumbling off into one thousand vibrations. Sasuke promptly lost all focus in his vision, things blurring as he listened to the click of the nurse�s heels before the door opened and shut. A buzzing silence, then a beep as a machine recorded his heartbeat. Sasuke thought this might really be hell, unable to move his head on the pillow, staring out the glass window to the rooftops of the village.

He started to drift, eyes fluttering close despite all efforts.

"Geez, I thought she�d never leave!" Naruto cried out as he slid out from under Sasuke�s bed. He woke up at that, left staring in complete disbelief as his teammate stood up at his side, blocking Sasuke�s view of the window. The sun behind the stupid idiot�s back gave him a golden glow, highlighting that unique face in a way that Sasuke hadn�t noticed before. This had to be a hallucination from the drugs. The idiot had been chased out only seconds ago! Then, Sasuke lamely remembered that Naruto�s best ninjitsu was shadow clones. He couldn�t even think straight after that damned shot.

"How do you feel?" Naruto asked as Sasuke looked down at the air mask covering his mouth again. Sasuke couldn�t even comprehend the question; much less answer it with that thing strapped around his face. He hated the feeling of it, the wet heat of his breath trapped underneath the plastic. Apparently, Naruto figured the same and actually helped Sasuke this time by pulling the mask down for him. Sadly enough, Sasuke didn�t think he could manage it himself right now, drugged up to his eyeballs. Naruto stood back, freezing up as a male voice yelled out something on the other side of the closed door to Sasuke�s room; then relaxed when the man passed without incident.

"I wanna� go home," Sasuke whispered out miserably, his throat starting to swell in reaction to whatever that nurse had given him. The drugs be making him feel so vulnerable, so hurt and aching right now that he would even beg Naruto to help him. He didn�t want to stay here a moment longer for that nurse to come back and play around with him while in a hazy stupor. He just wanted to go back to his dark, lonely, one-bedroom apartment and curl up for a long sleep. His own bed, his own home, and he would feel at ease.

Apparently he had started to slide toward unconsciousness again, but was jerked out of it by Naruto pulling out an IV needle from the inside of his elbow. The slight pain helped him focus on staying coherent, refusing to let his eyes close again. Naruto pulled off the other cords and pads strapped to Sasuke�s chest and arms. He was thankful that he didn�t need to say any more than that for Naruto to help him. Strangely enough, the blonde idiot was surprisingly reliable. Sasuke knew that Naruto would see to it that he got home; though if it would unnoticed, they still had yet to see. Thankfully, he had the strength to sit up and throw the sheets off, but after that Sasuke could only waver around his center of balance, everything slightly tilted and rounded.

Whatever had been in that needle was damn good. Pain wasn�t even comprehendible to him right now. Sasuke felt himself smile and couldn�t even stop it, just happy at the moment like he hadn�t been in years. Meanwhile, the machine monitoring his heart starting chirping out a warning when it no longer detected anything. Naruto yelled and panicked for a moment before reaching over the hospital bed and simply shoving it over. There was a final beep before it died, and amazingly enough no one came running in immediately at the disturbance. They must have thought that with Naruto gone, there was really no reason to watch over a patient that should be unconscious.

"Uh, Sasuke?" Naruto�s voice came creeping in at the sides of awareness. He sniffed, forcing himself to look at the shorter blonde at the end of his bed. Naruto was staring at the tube Sasuke had become aware of only a few minutes before, going underneath the hem of the hospital robe and up his legs. Sasuke grimaced, in no shape to be yanking things out of his body- especially in such an important area- but, still reached forward with a visibly shaking hand. Naruto actually laughed softly at his attempt, then reached down between the folds and pulled at where he had no business, folding and pinching the tube with his other hand to keep it from spilling.

Sasuke bit his own tongue to keep from crying out, the pain an all-consuming agony that he felt even through the drugged fog. He curled up around the hurt emanating from his groin, capturing one of Naruto�s arms between his chest and legs but currently in no state to care. His side burned in protest, little fingers of pain clawing up and down his torso, but it paled in comparison the current ache in his bladder. Sasuke panted weakly, fighting off pain tears that he couldn�t stop for the life of him.

"Uh, sorry about that�" Naruto trailed off weakly over Sasuke�s tense form, obviously feeling bad that he had caused this. Sasuke couldn�t even listen, too pissed right now. Couldn�t the idiot have tried to be just a little bit slower or gentler? Regardless of how awkward it had been for that split-second that Naruto�s warm hand had brushed over his thigh�He wasn�t really thinking like this, was he? It was the drugs, that damn injection that was starting to working again, numbing the ache down to a distant throb in his awareness. Sasuke was already forgetting why they had started pulling out all the wires in the first place.

"Man, this isn�t gonna work," Naruto grumbled, looking down at Sasuke�s unresponsive body. He tugged his arm out from the press Sasuke had created around it, shaking out his hand before using it to tie a knot off in Sasuke�s catheter and toss it to the floor. Sasuke stayed in a tight ball, feeling that it alleviated the pain a bit if he just kept his breathing shallow. Naruto scratched at his hair, frowning down at Sasuke with his eyes closed in deep thought. It went silent in the room, and for a second Sasuke was worried that Naruto might actually hurt himself from thinking too hard.

"I�ve got it!" Naruto suddenly declared, almost too fast for Sasuke to comprehend; he started for the door and was gone before Sasuke could get a word in. So, he just lay there on the bed, slightly chilled without the sheets in the stale hospital room; but no longer in much pain. His side was burning, bandages starting to itch insistently underneath the hospital robes. Sasuke was finally able to sit up on the mattress with his knees sprawled out on either side of him, only able to wait impatiently for Naruto to return. He was almost feeling like he could walk out the door himself, except his legs were trembling like wet noodles. He turned to look out the window again, trying to figure out if it was mid-morning or mid-afternoon from the little activity he could spot going on in between the buildings. People were no more then little blurs of color moving through the roads, like ants as they hurried along with their errands. It mesmerized him, Sasuke unable to imagine how anyone could live in the ninja village and still go buy groceries like a normal person. If they knew any ninjitsu at all, they should be training to become stronger, not dulling the senses with restaurants and drinking.

Sasuke wondered dully if this was this how Itachi saw things.

"Are you ready for your ride?" asked an incredible cute and slightly slurred female voice, obviously flirting. Sasuke turned around on what he expected to be another irritating nurse to see Naruto� transformed into his patent �Sexy no Jitsu� and wearing a uniform a few sizes too small. Sasuke tried very hard not to look at the breasts Naruto had no right imitating as they strained at the fabric. The now long-haired, pig-tailed blonde pushed a wheelchair into the room, winking at Sasuke in a way that made him uncomfortable, at least when Naruto was in this form. Where had he even managed to find the white, one-piece dress that was riding up, only centimeter away from baring it all as the blonde turned around to close the door? Sasuke jerked his head away, moaning at the unbalance it caused.

"Am I totally brilliant or what?! Nobody is going to suspect us now. Get on," Naruto squealed out in that irritatingly cute voice of his, gesturing at the chair with his fake boobs bouncing around. It wasn�t like Naruto would be able to steal a bra as well. . . Sasuke found renewed hatred for this jitsu, beyond the burning fact of the matter that it worked most of the time. There were so many perverts in the village, and Sasuke was most certainly not going to be added to the list. He dreaded to think about all the study time Naruto had put into this disguise for that body to seem so real.

Sasuke dragged himself over to the edge of the mattress, managed to get his feet on the floor, and promptly start to pitch forward to the floor. Naruto caught him underneath both arms, shoring Sasuke up long enough to get a firmer grip. At this distance, Sasuke suddenly noticed the deep sky-blue of Naruto�s eyes, even though they weren�t even looking at him. Naruto even smelt good, though it was a mix of dirt and cleaning oil for weapons. It was a hundred times better than the sterilized hospital, detergents and medicine stinking up the place. Not what one would be expecting from the form Naruto was taking right now, but Sasuke enjoyed it all the way to the wheelchair; stumbling and wobbling along as his teammate mostly carried him.

Naruto directed Sasuke into the seat, the controlled fall still making his vision go all spotty. Colors, blurred and borderless as they went by. Just what was this? Could Sasuke blame the warm feeling in the pit of his stomach he had been trying to fight down the past couple of months on the drugs? Just because Naruto had actually been at his bedside when Sasuke had woken up didn�t mean that he was going to start feeling something! They were just teammates, nothing more- despite all the countless times they all had put their lives on the line for one another. The situation demanded it, on a ninja mission. Sasuke wasn�t about to get friendly with Naruto, the village�s number one idiot; �the biggest fucking screw-up in Konoha history,� as Sakura had adeptly put it once. An Uchiha didn�t have friends.

"And we�re off!" Naruto yelled it out, surprisingly enough not drawing attention to their room. Sasuke didn�t complain, didn�t even voice his displeasure as Naruto rolled him forward through the exit by pushing the pedals underneath Sasuke�s feet against the door and forcing it to swing open. They paused, with Naruto leaning over Sasuke�s chair to check the hallway once again for anyone coming. Things seemed safe, since Sasuke couldn�t really see anything far away at this point, and Naruto pushed him toward the elevator. They quietly went past other closed doors, the hallway stifling and cold. Not even Naruto dared to disturb the silence as they approached the elevator lobby. An empty chair was the only witness to their escape as Naruto wheeled him in.

Sasuke reached out and hit the first floor button on impulse, feeling better now. In fact, even better than better. He felt pretty fucking good, idiotically happy. He as becoming fonder of their nurse by the minute, even his abhorrence for any sort of drug or intoxicating substance out of mind. He was in a whole other world right now. The movement of the elevator going down made him feel like he was going up. What a contradiction. He loved it, listened to the hum of machinery above their heads as if lowered them.

Their too-clean escape was brought to a halt by the doors opening on second floor to let a slightly pudgy, older doctor in. The fat bastard could have used the walk down the stairs, but instead chose to come in with a rather disturbing smile on his face. And why not, with a dazed kid in a wheelchair and a sexy nurse? The doctor was looking every inch of Naruto�s jitsu up and down, practically drooling. Did other men have any shame at all? Apparently not, as the doctor reached over to hit the button for the first floor, his hand straying toward Naruto as the doors closed. Sasuke sighed, not really wanting to see where this line of inappropriate touching would go.

The doors opened to let them out, Naruto pushing Sasuke a little faster than necessary as they left a doctor laid out on the floor with a large, swelling and smoking lump on his head. It was what he deserved for hitting up on Naruto in his �sexy form.� They made it through the hospital lobby with several appreciative looks sent Naruto�s way. Sasuke just tried to slump further back into the chair, hoping that he wouldn�t be recognized right now and that Naruto wouldn�t screw up like usual. Sasuke wasn�t sure if he should be impressed or not when Naruto actually managed to get them outside with any further incident.

"Well, where�s your house? Sasuke?" Naruto demanded in that fake cute, squeaky voice, shaking the handles of the wheelchair when he didn�t answer immediately. Sasuke swallowed, trying to remember the name of the street he lived off of and failing. He pointed forward, pretty sure that it was the way to his house but unable to see that far clearly.

"No, that�s just back at the hos- oh, never mind," Naruto finally spat out as he saw Sasuke was in no place to give directions. The effort would be wasted on the idiot anyway, since Naruto couldn�t find his way out of a paper bag. Sasuke was content enough with being out of the hospital, though he didn�t enough the sun at this moment. It was too damn bright for Sasuke to take right now, even worse than usual. Curse that shot the nurse had given him. Naruto didn�t know the full extent of what he had probably saved Sasuke from. Now, if the blonde actually managed to get him to a safe place where Sasuke could finally just sleep this one off, everything would be just fine.

There was a sharp whistle and Naruto�s indignant huff told Sasuke just who it had been directed it. They were incredibly out of place with Sasuke in the pale hospital robe and riding the wheelchair; along with Naruto who was giving half the men they walked past nosebleeds. Sasuke tisked at everyone�s idiocy, wondering just why the hell Naruto�s sexy no jitsu seemed to work- at all! If any personnel from the hospital wanted to find him, they would just have to follow the trail of horny men collapsed in the street. Sasuke just wanted them to get to whatever destination Naruto had in mind, as soon as possible. He couldn�t bear to out among the people with Naruto in this form, in that dress, with everyone staring.

"Hey, we�re going to walk by, so, do you want some ramen, Sasuke?" Naruto was nearly begging with him, obviously hungry only for himself. No way in hell was Sasuke going to suffer through the blonde eating as well. He couldn�t see three feet ahead of himself, he felt nauseous, and Naruto mentioned food. He hated this, almost frustrated to the point of crying.

"No," he hissed out, but every ounce of hate and determination into that single syllable. Naruto sighed heavily behind him.

"You�re no fun," Naruto pouted behind him, and if possible, it was even more irritating than usual because of the female version. At least it didn�t seem like Naruto was going to stop for food as Sasuke half-feared. Instead, they continued down through the roads of the villages, taking a few crisscross paths and back alleyways that Sasuke would have never considered navigating a wheelchair through. Konoha was a pretty clean village with few slums, but that didn�t help Sasuke from feeling uncomfortable with only the squeaking of the chair as Naruto pushed him around.

"Here we go," Naruto announced, pulling up in front of a large building that was in need of more than just a few repairs. He guessed that this must be Naruto�s apartment complex, slowly blinking as he realized he had never once asked where Naruto lived. Sasuke only caught the vague impression of peeling red paint and boarded-up windows before Naruto wheeled him underneath the sagging overhang and started to struggle with the front chair. After a fair wrestling match, Naruto managed to drag Sasuke through the door in the most brutal, jerking manner. He was getting close to his limit now, his body starting to feel uncomfortably warm. He just wanted a bed to lay down flat in, too nauseous to bear being upright any longer, and of all things, Naruto had to start whistling.

"Please, stop that," Sasuke begged softly, whatever song Naruto was trying to make piercing his eardrums with each note. Naruto made a frown, which looked more like a pout in his current form. He let go of Sasuke to let him slowly roll to a stop a few feet away, pressing the button for the elevator before crossing his arms under two�very large breasts, jiggling around like pudding when Naruto started tapping his feet in frustration. Sasuke noticed now that Naruto still had his sandals on despite the nurse�s uniform, a contradiction he sneered at. The idiot really sucked at transformation jitsus, not even able to do the whole thing the right way when he was already going to such an extreme.

"Damn it, Sasuke, I�m helping you out and you�re still a jerk! Can�t you say �thank you, Naruto� once in a while?" He screeched out, doing a fair impression of Sasuke�s deep, icy tones. Sasuke just stared at the blonde, unable to process Naruto�s words right now. It wasn�t as if the idiot ever said anything worth listening to: �Hokage, Hokage, I�m going to beat you, Hokage.� Naruto would be easy to do an impression of, if Sasuke wasn�t drugged to the gills. The elevator dinged before Sasuke could think of anything acidic enough to return to that little comment; and Sasuke found himself back to being pushed into the small lift like a piece of luggage.

"I get you away from the hospital, I�m gonna take care of you since you can�t even count to five right, and you�re still bitchin,�" Naruto made a list of complaints, ticking fingers off in front of Sasuke�s face as hit the button for his floor. Was it just him, or was Naruto acting even more like a whiny little girl right now than as per usual? Sasuke closed his eyes, wishing that this nightmare would just end. He hadn�t asked for Naruto�s help, the blundering idiot just offered it and went off running before Sasuke could say anything else. So then, he was stuck in a strange place with Naruto as the only person he could actually depend on for now. Things would look better once he slept the shot the nurse had given him.

The doors opened after what had seemed like an eternity, and Naruto had Sasuke out and rolling down the large, open hallway. He could see treetops at the end of a balcony, the open sky messing up Sasuke�s sense of depth. It was a good thing he was in the wheelchair or he would have fallen. As it was, Sasuke moaned and simply endured the bumpy ride as Naruto finally stopped in front of what must be his door. Then, nothing happened. Absolute silence, no sense of Naruto doing anything else, forcing Sasuke to sit up.

"What are doing, you idiot?" Sasuke wheezed out before he caught sight of the bright orange, blue, and black spray paint smeared across the door.

Monster.

Leave, loser!

Demon fox.

Get out!

All in big letters, effectively cutting off anything else Sasuke would have said as he simply stared. Naruto did have the nine-tailed demon fox inside him, and now that he knew, it seemed the old rule of silence had disappeared as well. Sasuke had noticed it before, the usual silent glares that were sent at their Genin team turning into outright curses, but nothing more. At least, not that Sasuke had known of. It wasn�t as if they were good friends, or that Sasuke would have even cared to listen to Naruto�s problems.

And now, staring at the graffiti that was still dripping wet on Naruto�s door, Sasuke felt guilt so tangible he might be sick. There was nothing he could say. Even though they both lived alone, and neither of them had any family, at least Sasuke had his clan�s name and heritage. People tended to respect an Uchiha, or feared him because of the massacre Itachi had left behind. Naruto just had a monster inside of him, had been born with a demon sealed inside. Kakashi had said that one day it might even become Naruto�s strength, but right now, it looked like nothing more than a source of pure pain.

"Stupid bastards. They think that�s gonna stop me from being Hokage?" Naruto laughed it off with a giggle, looking much more sophisticated in this female form. Correction. Naruto still had his insane, impossible dream of becoming the number one ninja in the village. As if that was possible with him being such an incredible screw-up on every mission. If Sasuke remembered correctly, Naruto had been the reason why he ended up at the hospital in the first place. Even so, he didn�t deserve this mess over his door, the spray paint not likely to come off anytime soon.

"Well, welcome to my place, you ungrateful ass," Naruto announced cheerily as he opened up the door to the small apartment. Sasuke was wheeled into the center of a one-bedroom apartment, one corner serving as the kitchen with a sink and table while the opposite was a large bed. In between was an explosion of scrolls, trash, kunai, clothing, and used ramen cups. The wheelchair wouldn�t be able to go an inch further in this mess without breaking something or toppling over. The door was locked before Naruto sighed heavily in relief.

"Dispel," he shouted out suddenly behind Sasuke. He twisted his neck around to see a cloud of smoke evaporating to show Naruto back in his regular form, minus the oversized nurse�s dress. Naruto was chuckling nervously in the center of it, scratching the back of his head as he noticed Sasuke looking at him. Sasuke didn�t say anything, blinking at the boy as his face reddened.

"I had to wear it so we could escape! Damn it!" Naruto yelled, reaching down to tear the dress off and toss it carelessly to the edge of the room. "Damn it!" Naruto kept cursing as he turned around, stomping past Sasuke without a stitch of clothing on. Was that supposed to better?! Sasuke would prefer the dress to Naruto�s tanned skin, taunt and compact muscles, curve of his backside and butt shown off to the whole world�his face was not starting to heat up.

Sasuke was not blushing.

He clenched his eyes shut, sat with a back straight as aboard despite the sedative that was spreading through his whole body. What was he doing, looking at Naruto�at all?! He was an avenger, didn�t have time for silly things like friends or love like Sakura and Naruto were always barking about. Those two couldn�t live without someone else constantly praising them; unlike Sasuke who had learned better. The moment someone became important, that also meant they were a liability. Sasuke wasn�t going to lose anyone close to him ever again, and the best way to do that was by keeping everyone at arm�s length. So, just why had he allowed Naruto to take him home, succumbing to dugs he could have fought if he concentrated harder, doing his best not to think about Naruto jumping around the place naked.

"Um, Sasuke?" Naruto trailed off, sounding much closer than he had been expecting. Sasuke jerked upright, finding the stupid idiot almost nose to nose with him, big blue blinking back at him. Sasuke felt like he could get lost in the depth of those bright eyes. Just how could he still look so innocent when he had graffiti on his door? How could Naruto possibly be concerned with him when he had to know that the whole village hated him, except for a handful of other people?

"Are you okay?" Naruto asked with one eyebrow arching up in suspicion. He stood up, allowing Sasuke the space to breathe. The blonde was now wearing a plain white t-shirt with the konoha symbol on the chest in red. He had a pair of shorts on as well, and Sasuke wondered if he should compliment the idiot on being able to dress himself.

"Yes�yeah, I�m fine! Why?" Sasuke hissed out, wondering if Naruto had caught the way Sasuke had been staring at him. He still couldn�t even believe it himself, couldn�t understand why he had suddenly been embarrassed to see Naruto naked. They were both boys, so it wasn�t like Naruto had anything Sasuke hadn�t seen before, but it was still�uncomfortable. He didn�t expect to get mesmerized by seeing another human body naked, after spending so many years alone. Why did it have to be Naruto?

"You just want to sleep, man? You�re not looking too good," Naruto was blunt, as always. Sasuke frowned but said nothing more, hoping that it could all just be accounted to whatever had been in that shot. He�d hate to consider the consequences otherwise. It took a bit of effort, but Sasuke managed to push off of the wheelchair with his arms, standing there in triumphant victory before his knees gave out. He heard Naruto curse before one arm was grabbed and Sasuke was hauled up. Naruto hooked Sasuke�s arm around his neck and held him up by the waist, Sasuke embarrassed beyond all belief that even after sitting down for the whole ride, he couldn�t walk.

His side screamed out at the awkward angle Naruto was holding him at, pain lancing up all the way to his throat. Sasuke started sweating immediately, trying to hold in any noise his pathetic mouth wanted to make. This was nothing compared to that time; how could he call himself an Uchiha if this hurt? It hadn�t even been a ranked mission, but a simple training session and he had still managed to nearly get killed. Naruto had saved him then and was doing so again right now.

Sasuke was tossed and fell onto a bed that was much softer and clean smelling than he would have ever thought anything in Naruto�s place could. The feeling of a pillow underneath his head and blankets underneath him already had Sasuke closing his eyes and falling to sleep just like being in his mother�s arms� What a strange, old memory to drift off to.

* * *

Sasuke was already dead asleep by the time he finishing hitting the bed. He left Sasuke there, figuring that it was hot enough today for Sasuke to be comfortable in the hospital robes he was still wearing. Naruto was surprised the weak Genin had even made it this far. Sasuke wasn�t as strong as everyone else said, not when it was Uzumaki Naruto saving him from the hospital. Naruto understood Sasuke exactly, whether he hated his number one rival or not, when the other boy had said he wanted to go home. Naruto hated the hospital more than anything, usually not even looked at after the initial check-ups. Except Sasuke had nurses coming practically every minute to look at his pretty face. It had made Naruto sick to have to hide in the room, listening to them talk about Sasuke this and Sasuke that. He didn�t see what was so great about it, that dark, gloomy bastard.

Well, he didn�t have much to do now. His usual afternoon training had to wait, because he wasn�t about to leave Sasuke alone at his place when someone had already written on his door. Those assholes. It wasn�t even dark yet, and people that Naruto never saw were playing pranks on him. Did they think it actually meant something any more? He had gotten used to seeing graffiti long, long ago. It almost felt wrong to come home after a mission and not find spray paint and dog shit everywhere. There had been worse too, but since he had become a Genin, it had seemed to stop.

Supposing he had nothing better to do, Naruto went over to the sink and grabbed a garbage bag from the cupboard underneath. Sasuke would probably bitch about how dirty his place was when he woke up, and how an Uchiha lived better, blah, blah, blah. One day everyone would be talking about him, not Sasuke. He started picking up the empty cups of ramen, wondering when things had gotten so messy�and knowing that it was because of his training. He just forgot to do anything else other than come straight home to study more jitsus and try to make sense of his copy of the ninja code. Naruto wasn�t going to be shown up forever; and it would be worth it to see the look on Sasuke�s face if he managed to answer Kakashi correctly before him. That was going to be a sweet day, indeed. Even Sakura would have to notice him then. It was just a matter of time.

Naruto gathered up the trash, kicking dirty clothes and a few magazines to the side to clear a space by the door for the plastic bags. Sasuke didn�t rouse at that, so Naruto figured it was fine to start whistling again. He didn�t understand why Sasuke had to be such a jerk and tell him to shut up. Hopefully the black-haired boy would recover abnormally fast like usual, even though it wasn�t nearly as good as Naruto�s rate, and be out of here. Naruto didn�t need to hear Sasuke go on about how he was an idiot, that he was never going to be Hokage, and even worse than all that was Sasuke being able to back it up. Naruto still hadn�t been able to get the best of the Uchiha in a fight with kunai, and now Sakura was keeping a record of how quickly Sasuke beat him.

Naruto was going to make Sasuke eat his words one day; everyone would when they saw what a great ninja he was going to be. Nobody would talk about him behind his back or do stuff to his place any more. Sakura would be sorry that she ever picked Sasuke over him, and Sasuke�well, that a certain Uchiha would no longer be quite as feared. Naruto didn�t understand why people didn�t fear a demon fox just as much as some clan that only had one living member. Sasuke was no more of a genius than he was- in fact, less of one. Just because the moody bastard had saved Naruto from being turned into a shishkabob didn�t meant that Sasuke was better than he was!

He tossed the last bag of garbage on top of all the others piling up at the door. It was still quite in his apartment, like usual, except for the subtle sound of Sasuke breathing. It had been so long since anyone else had been in here with him�in fact, it was probably never. Naruto didn�t have any family or friends to come visit him. There had been so many countless nights of complete and utter loneliness, not a single person in the whole village that would look at him. Even though his room was relatively still a mess, Naruto slowly snuck through the mess left on the floor and closer to the bed. Curiously, Naruto settled down on his heels and looked Sasuke up and down. The boy could barely be qualified as alive, only breathing slightly every so often. At least he looked better out of the hospital bed, when his lips had been turning blue underneath that breathing mask. Naruto hadn�t understood how all those wires going in and out of Sasuke had been supposed to help him, but it wasn�t as if he could have asked any of the nurses. They were already pissed enough that he was in the hospital, much less hanging around a precious talent like Sasuke. Naruto would like to see everyone�s faces if they ever found out he had been the one Sasuke had begged for help.

Not that he didn�t owe it to Sasuke for saving his life�again. Sasuke had made it clear that he only considered it be a necessary part of his mission, and certainly not because they were friends or anything stupid like that. It was sad that all the breath Sasuke wasted in threatening him was more than anyone else had ever spent on him. At least Sasuke was bitching at him, instead of the silence. Naruto hated that dead quiet more than anything else. Even if it was just going to be for a short while, he could enjoy the sound of Sasuke simply sleeping. It was somebody else, another human that Naruto actually knew the name of, that wouldn�t look down on him�at least Sasuke usually had a reason when he glared at Naruto. Everyone else just simply hated him, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Two sharp knocks on his window made Naruto yelp and jump up onto his feet. Kakashi was standing outside in his usual Jounin uniform, waving in greeting before pointing to the lock. Naruto looked down at Sasuke and realized that he should still be in a hospital bed, not in his apartment. Kakashi would probably take Sasuke back immediately, if he found out the other boy was here. Naruto grabbed the edge of the blanket and threw it over Sasuke�s unconscious form quickly, hoping that it would be enough for now. Smiling and trying to look as normal as possible, he walked over to open up the window.

"Yo, Naruto. I saved an old woman from drowning so she gave me these vegetables, and I know you�re not eating any," Kakashi started, holding up a brown bag in explanation as he stood on the small edge of roof outside Naruto�s window. Naruto frowned at his teacher, then at the bag.

"That�s such a lie," Naruto grumbled irritably. He hated vegetables, except for the small slices that would be in his ramen every now and then. Kakashi just chuckled behind his mask, handing Naruto the bag. He took it and stood there, hoping that there was no other reason for his teacher�s visit. Kakashi eventually stopped laughing, the good humor draining out of the man as he realized Naruto wasn�t moving or saying anything else.

"Don�t you want to put those in the refrigerator?" Kakashi wasn�t very smooth in his suggestion. One eye rolled around the place, not unnoticed by Naruto as he started to break out in a sweat. He just concentrated on standing still and above all, not looking at his bed. Kakashi was definitely searching for something, perhaps even someone. Well, that was just too bad because Naruto had already promised Sasuke that he would get him out of the hospital. He wasn�t going to let Sasuke go back any time soon, unless he knew for sure that Sasuke wanted it�and the bastard would probably have to be dying to do so. Kakashi would probably take Sasuke back immediately, being pretty strict despite his lazy attitude.

"Lucky! I was already hungry," Naruto lied just as easily as his teacher did. Kakashi raised one visible eyebrow at him, the other hidden behind the forehead protector. He was clearly being doubted, so very reluctantly, Naruto opened up the bag. There was a mix of carrots, potatoes, celery, and an onion. Geh. Sasuke really owed him now. They were officially even as Naruto started to eat a carrot just to keep Kakashi stuck outside the window. It was worse than being stabbed full of senbon.

"Naruto, have you gone to see Sasuke yet?" Kakashi asked, finally seeing he wasn�t going to be allowed inside this visit.

"They already kicked me out of the hospital today," Naruto mumbled, using a bit of the truth to cover himself. He had already been tossed out on his face yesterday and the day before for visiting Sasuke. Apparently, the hospital thought he�d contaminate Sasuke or something. It wasn�t as if they really needed a reason. He was the nine-tailed demon fox, after all. It didn�t matter that it was something inside of him, that Naruto was his own person. Nobody would understand that until he became Hokage.

"I�ll have a talk with the hospital staff. Why don�t you try visiting him tomorrow?" Kakashi looked like he had bought the story, folding his arms and leaning back from the window. Naruto smiled, happy that Kakashi was going to do something about this; even it was a little bit late now. If he were lucky, they would yell at that nurse who kept chasing him out of Sasuke�s room and plunging needles into him. Sasuke didn�t need anything else to make his mood worse, which was the only effect Naruto could see the drugs taking before he�d passed out.

"Okay. Thanks, Kakashi-sensei," Naruto tried to make it sound like a goodbye. Kakashi shrugged, and then simply wasn�t there anymore. Naruto leaned out the window, looking about the surrounding rooftops and sky but unable to catch sight of that stupid hairstyle anywhere. Kakashi was still too fast for Naruto to even see when he wanted to be, but everyday it looked like his teacher was going a little bit slower. Naruto would be able to see all the movements clearly in time, already able to read Sasuke�s movements after watching the dark-haired boy dance around�but, he still couldn�t catch up to either of them. That was why he trained-

-which he was missing out on, Naruto was suddenly reminded. He closed the window, finally allowing himself to gag and hack at the awful carrot taste in his mouth. He was sacrificing way too much today, but at least he was alive, thanks to Sasuke. That rotten, stuck-up, smart-mouthed bastard. Sasuke probably wouldn�t even thank him for this, but Naruto�s sense of honor wouldn�t allow him to do anything else. Not that it didn�t piss him off to no ends that he owed the ill-mannered kid anything. Sasuke was cold, a jerk on purpose, and people still loved him for it. �Look, over there, the cute one. Did you see that? He�s a genius, it�s no wonder. Yes, he�s from that clan. He�s pretty enough to be a girl. That�s the survivor of the Uchiha. You mean he lived through that?� Naruto heard nearly all the gossip that went on in the village, sitting in a ramen shop or walking down the street. It was amazing what you could hear when everyone was trying to pretend you didn�t exist. He still wasn�t sure what Sasuke had been through, didn�t know anything except the whole Uchiha clan had died on the same night- probably killed. It wasn�t as if Sasuke was telling him anything personal, nor invited the questions.

Naruto took the bag of his hated vegetables to the kitchen area, throwing it on top of the counter. He would save those for later, like when he was starving to death and didn�t have anything else to eat. After another quick glance at the window to make sure that Kakashi had indeed left, Naruto went back to the bed and pulled back the sheets, a little worried that Sasuke had suffocated, which would be just like his luck. The pale boy was lying like the dead, but still breathing- in fact, he had started snoring. Thank goodness the blanket had muffled that small wheeze Sasuke was making every so often, or else Kakashi would have had them for sure. Naruto had to smirk at that, wondering how all of Sasuke�s fans would react when they heard the pretty boy snored. The girls that stared after Sasuke seemed to think that even his shit didn�t stink, all misty-eyed over that face. Naruto didn�t really understand it himself, since the guy was way too depressing to be anything other than a major pain. He wasn�t nearly as cute as Sakura, and the stuff he said sometimes- it got so hard not to finally kick that bastard�s ass into next week.

Well, no use worrying about that right now, Naruto decide as he tucked the blanket around Sasuke a little more comfortably. Sasuke could waste a whole day sleeping while Naruto made up on some training. He had to finish cleaning his room by kicking a few things out of the way until he finally cleared off a space wide enough to start doing plain old push-ups. Even if stamina was his biggest strength, it didn�t hurt to keep training to be stronger. He wasn�t going to lose to Sasuke in hand-to-hand combat ever again! He�d get stronger, faster, just better at everything until Sakura, Kakashi; the whole damn village saw that he was better.

* * *
Kakashi sighed as he leapt down from the roof. He could always depend on his students� predictability. The hospital had called him to report that Sasuke was missing from his hospital bed when he had just recovered from surgery only days before. When Kakashi found Sasuke�s large, bare apartment to be empty, the next stop was Naruto�s. Sure enough, he had spotted the boy on Naruto�s bed before his student tried to hide the other boy. Even though those two screamed to high heaven that they hated each other, the rivalry had led to something deeper. Kakashi doubted either of them realized it, hopefully not at their age, and so he wasn�t too worried about Naruto and Sasuke. Naruto was honest onto the point of it being his

What he was more concerned about was making a commotion down in the alley between the shadows of two tall buildings. Kakashi used a drainpipe to bounce from, shortening his fall before jumping down behind the fight. Two men darted for each other so fast that Kakashi couldn�t make out their forms, not with his forehead protector pulled over his Sharingan. There was the clang of kunai meeting before one man was thrown down to the ground, his arm yanked back at an unnatural angle that was a hairsbreadth away from breaking bones. The other slammed a knee down in the man�s back, restraining him before the kunai clattered to the ground

"Iruka," Kakashi greeted the other man. Iruka glanced up from the stranger pinned underneath him; a fierce look transforming into a smile the Kakashi almost didn�t notice it.

"Kakashi, what are you doing here?" Iruka asked politely as the stranger tried to toss him, assuming that his captor was occupied with talking right now. Iruka applied more pressure, evoking a cry of pain before the man settled back down.

"I was just visiting Naruto. You?"

"Well, it�s getting close to that time again, so I thought I�d patrol. Obviously it was a good idea," Iruka explained with a smile before he slowly backed off the man. "I don�t ever want to see your face around here again," Iruka hissed coldly as the stranger immediately ran off down the street and around the corner. Kakashi sighed, knowing that it was the yearly anniversary of day the Nine-tailed Demon Fox had attacked the village. Many people had died before it had been sealed away in Naruto, and there were a lot of sons, daughters, husbands, wives, parents, and grandparents that held a grudge. Kakashi had heard the rumors before, but hadn�t ever really paid attention to the loud, troublemaking child. It wasn�t until Naruto had proven himself worthy of being his student that Kakashi had discovered just how bad things had been. He couldn�t understand how so many people in a peaceful village like Konoha could be so cold-hearted to torment a child, barely entering his teens. When he had first followed Naruto home to see how he acted alone, as he had secretly done to all three of his student after first meeting them, he had immediately turned back to report to the Hokage what he had seen. Apparently Naruto didn�t feel the need to complain about a broken window that had been broken long ago with a blanket nailed across it was a replacement. The door had merely been propped open in the doorway, broken off its hinges. The paint was covered in graffiti and insults upon insults, and the roof was covered with broken eggs and rotten food that had been tossed against the side of Naruto�s apartment. Still, despite it all, Naruto had eaten a cup of ramen and tried to memorize jitsus that were much too complicated for a Genin until he fell asleep.

All of that had been fixed within the week by a certain few, grumbling carpenters that obviously had had something to do with it in the first place. Since then, Kakashi had started daily patrols, turning up more results than he would have liked. That was how he had ended up getting close to Iruka. They kept running into each other around Naruto�s place, usually ended up together in the middle of subduing some drunks out for revenge or the like before they bothered Naruto. The other teacher had noticed Naruto�s situation as well, and actually had a little notebook to record the descriptions of people he ran into so Iruka could look through the village files to find their identity and press charges through the Hokage. Kakashi didn�t bother with all that, preferring to simply beat the perpetrators so badly that they would never think of doing the same again. Of course, Iruka was too softhearted for that. Despite that, they had cut down on the number of people that actually managed to do anything serious, but sometimes they managed to get around to vandalizing. At least no one was breaking into the apartment and trashing it anymore. Naruto could do that all by himself.

"I can�t wait for nighttime if it�s still in the middle of the afternoon and this is what they�re up to already," Iruka laughed sarcastically, spinning a double-bladed kunai in his hands that clearly didn�t belong to him. Kakashi grinned behind his facemask, sharing the same humor. As Naruto got older, it seemed the lengths people would go got worse. He had stopped a few men who had come with full intention to kill his student. It seemed like Iruka had already caught the first one of the day, but Kakashi was sure there would be plenty of chances all weeklong to- which was really kind of pathetic in the end. There shouldn�t be this many people in Konoha, who could hate so strongly as to want to kill a child; and yet there was still worse out there in the world.

"So, this is what you�re planning for the rest of the night? Patrolling?" Kakashi repeated it back to Iruka, just in case the man might realize how stupid it sounded if someone said it aloud. Iruka only nodded happily, tucking away all his weapons into the various pouches in his uniform. The man was too simpleminded for his own good, a flaw in an otherwise fine personality. Just like the scar on a face that otherwise would have been rather handsome. Kakashi also knew that pain very well, but very few people had seen him without the facemask. Iruka happened to be one of those people as well. He pulled down the stretchy fabric, breathing a nice breath of fresh, unfiltered air before taking the few short steps to stand in front of the man and kiss him. Iruka was tense for a moment, clearly having not expected Kakashi to move in so soon, and then he opened his mouth wide like a good boy, allowing Kakashi to explore the inside of his mouth. It was something that had started between them a few months ago, when Iruka had come yelling about Kakashi being too hard on Naruto and the fight had gotten too heated�well, here they were now, with him pressing Iruka up against the wall of the building behind the man. He couldn�t help it, not when Iruka had been rather fierce and efficient in dealing with that stranger only seconds ago. Kakashi liked to see the small flashes of a serious, and even bitter, adult underneath it all. Nobody could be smiling like that all the time, except perhaps Naruto. Maybe the blonde had learned from his first teacher.

Iruka reached up, a warm hand touching the rough scar on the side of his neck to pull Kakashi in closer. It was one of the worst, about an inch wide and going from underneath his left ear to below his navel, puckered along the sides from stitches. A memory on his flesh from when he had been young and stupid, thinking that he could dodge a katana...he had been partially successful, since he had managed to live. There were more than just that long gash however, countless scars from too many battles. All Shinobi had them, which was more than reason enough to appreciate the long sleeves and baggy pants of a ninja uniform. One didn�t become a ninja without shedding blood along the way. It was a rare day to see a whole team return intact from anything above a C mission. That was probably half the reason why Iruka and he had started this, since eventually the women had demanded they stop risking their lives. They had both had a few relationships before, nothing serious, until found the term �friends with benefits� to finally ring true.

Kakashi started to work at Iruka�s belt, finding a moment�s problem with the clasp since he was currently engaged in feeling every single one of the man�s teeth with his tongue, before the clasp finally gave way. The pants dropped and Iruka started kissing him with just as much ferocity, teeth gnashing together. Kakashi had found a sort of kindred spirit in Iruka, since violence had never been very far away at any time in their lives. Or, at the very least, Iruka had yet to say anything negative, in fact, anything at all. That was Iruka�s way, it worked perfectly fine for Kakashi�s sake. He pulled back in order to hook his thumbs on a pair of plain, white boxers that after Kakashi had seen a hundred times before had finally become a part of the attraction. The last bit of clothing to slide down Iruka�s thighs and catch on his knees above the pants. Kakashi removed one of his gloves before he reached down underneath the loose hem of Iruka�s shirt to touch a member that wasn�t entirely soft. In fact, Iruka�s cock was warm and twitching in his hand, the other man shuddered for a moment before he finally gathered the wits to pull down Kakashi�s pants in turn.

Iruka had been a fast enough learner, once given the right instructions and a few live demonstrations. Hell, at first it had taken more sweet-talking than Kakashi had ever used before, and a couple of strong drinks, to finally steel Iruka�s nerves enough for sex. To think that at one time Iruka had actually been repugnant to touching anything below the waist. Now, they were standing together in alley with pants dropped, and all it had taken was one really good kiss. Iruka had a good, firm hand around his penis; fingers tracing veins that were starting to stiffen and bulge. Kakashi had to tighten the muscles in his knees, hips starting to jerk despite himself. Iruka had gotten good, but Kakashi wasn�t about to be the first to cum, not over the beginning of hand job. He reached under to tickle sensitive skin before kneading Iruka�s balls, which led to the other man going tense. Iruka slammed back against the wall, obviously the only thing holding him up anymore beyond the grip he still had around Kakashi�s neck.

It was fantastic to be standing there, both of them mutually reveling in the feeling of another man. Iruka was flushed, looking more lost than Kakashi as he finally started moving his hands up and down Iruka�s shaft, working it faster. He gasped at that, not even able to do much more than gasp and kiss the small amount of skin between his chin and shoulder, occasionally the nick of teeth. Iruka didn�t seem to find the scars too much, but he still had yet to see Kakashi completely naked. Nobody had, yet- at least anyone who was still alive today. It was good enough to have a lover again, and Kakashi didn�t want to scare the man off. Even if screwing in a semi-public place was a little extreme, Kakashi didn�t think he could really hold himself back any longer. At least he was more than 50% sure Iruka wouldn�t complain.

In fact, it seemed like he had misjudged the other man, who shuddered once before there was a relative explosion between their bodies, Kakashi�s hand and Iruka�s own streaming erection. He pursed his lips, realizing that Iruka was still hard despite a bit of premature ejaculation, rubbing the sticky fluid between his fingers. It was Mother Nature�s best lubricant, after all. He let his hand slide down to small, clenched entrance, using his other to hoist up one of Iruka�s legs for a better angle, holding the man�s knee at his waist. His ran his finger over and around the ring of muscle, knowing from experience that Iruka needed a little more coaxing than one would expect from a Shinobi. Iruka just moaned at that, probably trying to do his best not to start screaming aloud and draw attention to them. It was already daring enough, Kakashi half-surprised that he had been allowed to get this far. Than again, it would be hard to argue when he was starting to dig his finger past hard resistance and into soft, warm insides. He kissed Iruka as he added a second digit, to muffle the man as well as distract him from the pain he might be suffering. Iruka didn�t usually complain, but there were some noises a body made out of reaction that just couldn�t be stifled, no matter what kind of concentration a person had. Well, Kakashi would much rather Iruka be unable to keep silent rather than the man being so unmoved that he didn�t even grunt.

Kakashi leaned in, his own cock a heated, wet ache that couldn�t be ignored any longer. He rubbed their erections together, enjoying the sensation of sensitive skin against Iruka�s equally aroused member before finally giving in. He pulled out his fingers from the loose sort of traction he had found inside Iruka�s body. He wanted something better to fill that, and was pretty sure that Iruka did as well. Kakashi used one hand to guide himself in, the other raise Iruka�s leg up a little bit higher to help as he started to press in. Even with weight and gravity on his side, it still took a moment for Iruka to adjust to his girth. Two white-knuckled fists buried in his vest was enough to speak of the discomfort, Iruka clenching his teeth and thighs until Kakashi finally brushed up against the right spot in that blistering heat. Then, Iruka was trembling and starting to moan so loud that Kakashi took the liberty of gagging the other man with his mouth.

From that point on, Kakashi ceased to care about what might happen his partner, just driving up between an incredible resistance of muscles before warm, velvet insides that moved around with each thrust. It felt good, felt wonderful, just sensations cascading down. If he were a normal man, he probably would have lost it long ago. But, as things were, he was a Shinobi, and wasn�t allowed to lose himself so easily. Even if it felt like heaven come to earth, emotions were something to always be kept at arm�s length. In the end, this was nothing more than a form of release after a mission that hadn�t gone so well. The only difference was, he kept coming back to Iruka, something about the muffled gasps Iruka was still making underneath Kakashi�s mouth, or the toss of his leg that almost threatened to unbalance the both of them. Kakashi just shifted his feet and pressed Iruka harder against the wall, starting to feel things culminating.

Iruka hooked an elbow around Kakashi�s neck, using his other hand to stroke himself, since Kakashi wasn�t going to provide that sort of extra stimulation. He was more focused on driving up, in, and back out into cool air�repeating as became lost in the motions. Iruka came between them both, yelling out Kakashi�s name into his mouth. That split-second of crushing pressure was enough to make Kakashi see stars, white dancing at the edge of his vision. He couldn�t even move for a moment, stuck fast until he couldn�t hold himself back any longer. Kakashi came not long after, panting hard and suddenly finding it not so easy to stand steady. He let Iruka�s leg down, pulled out with a long, wet noise, and stayed there. The heat from Iruka�s body was almost like physical touch with so little distance between them.

"You liked that?" Kakashi couldn�t help asking, couldn�t help being a bit of an ass in the end. He wasn�t really expecting an answer, already had it considering the mess they had made of their clothes, but it would be nice anyway. Iruka just stood there with closed eyes and a face still lightly flushed underneath the tan, words obviously far out of reach. Kakashi kissed him again, a short one on the cheek, to take some of the sting out of the words if he had offended his lover�or if something was starting to drip down Iruka�s thighs.

"You know, I think Naruto and Sasuke might be following our suit," Kakashi mulled aloud, already back to thinking about his students. His mind felt a lot clearer now, focused after that bout of somewhat frenzied lovemaking. Naruto should know better than to try to hide anything from him, even though it had been painfully obvious that he had Sasuke in his apartment. Kakashi had honestly not expected Sasuke to get the blonde�s help, or probably had to have asked for it in the first place. Sasuke was the only student that Kakashi�s couldn�t read clearly, and was still mostly a mystery to him.

"What? Naruto is?" Iruka asked in sudden concern, standing up straight so abruptly that he almost knocked Kakashi in the chin. "With Uchiha Sasuke?" Iruka added as an afterthought, the look on his face clear disbelief. Kakashi nodded, deciding to back off and take the time to finally pull up his pants. He grimaced at the wet, soggy crinkle of pubic hair and messy penis in what had been relatively clean underwear; but Kakashi had been planning to go home for a shower for the past couple of hours anyway.

"Don�t worry, they�re not doing anything," Kakashi assured Iruka. He knew that the man was more concerned about Naruto than anything, already pulling on his pants in a hurry. Kakashi was starting to regret telling the man, forgetting that Iruka had a tendency to overreact first and talk things out second. It wasn�t as if they were dealing with an enemy invasion or such, but from the look on Iruka�s face, Kakashi would have a hard time believing any differently.

"Maybe I�ll go check on them later, then," Iruka tried to sound casual, but Kakashi could read deeper into it. �Maybe� was �definitely,� and �later� meant �now.� Iruka pulled various pockets and buckles into place, tightening his forehead protector as if nothing had happened before turning in the direction of Naruto�s apartment. Kakashi much doubted the two of their students were up to anything that needed to be stopped; in the end, they were dealing with Naruto. He didn�t think they would appreciate another interruption either, since Naruto had been trying to hard to pretend like he knew nothing about Sasuke�s disappearance from the hospital despite the Genin-shaped lump on his bed.

"Go home and go to sleep," Kakashi ordered, grabbing a fistful of Iruka�s shirt to drag the man closer. Iruka let him, since a Shinobi could have easily avoided it if he so wished, and Kakashi kissed the man hard. Hard enough to forget about Naruto and Sasuke, and whatever little scheme had hatched in Iruka�s head. He had just been thinking of trying to give Iruka a head�s up, not a hernia. It took a moment, but eventually Iruka relaxed enough to return it, pressing lips together and meeting him with a tongue.

"Well, when you put it like that�" Iruka trailed off at the end of their kiss, both of them a little winded. Kakashi pulled up his facemask, smiling underneath the thin fabric. He was pretty sure that he had gotten his point through with that, couldn�t help grinning smugly as Iruka stood there in a bit of daze, exhaustion starting to creep up on him.

"Come on, I�ll walk you home," Kakashi offered, not just as a gesture of kindness beyond the sex�but, also in the hopes that he could spend the night. He preferred Iruka�s bed to his own, which had been cold and empty for too long. Iruka just smiled, knowing the ulterior motive and not even complaining. Iruka was way too accommodating, but Kakashi didn�t really care on afternoons like these. Iruka stepped back, waiting for Kakashi to come even with him as they started walking down the alley and back on to the main streets.

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Sasuke woke up again, this time in not so much discomfort. His mouth was dry and there was an acidic tang of medicine on his tongue, but his eyes were focusing and his head didn�t feel so clouded anymore. His body, however, was completely numb and lethargic. It was a small triumph to get his fingers wiggling against his chest. He rolled his head around with great effort to see Naruto�s dark room, a little bit of moonlight and glow from the lights of the city seeping in through the window. It looked�cleaner, for some reason. Sasuke couldn�t really remember the trip in, wondering if Naruto was even still around. For some reason, the thought of the other boy being gone seemed frightening, Sasuke very much not wanting to be in Naruto�s apartment alone.

He finally noticed a figure standing up slowly in the muted yellow light, the edge of the window cutting through a tanned, short body that Sasuke recognized. Naruto was practically glowing with sweat, using his shirt as a towel around his neck. Usually wild hair was sticking down to Naruto�s head, hard breathing all signs of hard training. Just how long had Sasuke been sleeping? Naruto wiped an arm across his face, turning around noticing Sasuke with bright blue eyes despite the darkness.

"Hey, you awake?" Naruto asked, stretching out his back with arms raised up high before silently walking to the side of the bed. Sasuke blinked up at his teammate, wondering just how long he had been unconscious if Naruto had worked himself this hard already. He ended up just nodding an answer, not wanting to try speaking right now when his throat felt as dry. He would probably end up squeaking or something embarrassing like that, and Sasuke refused to look any worse in front of Naruto. He coughed to try and clear his throat, which only seemed to make things worse as his side starting burning. Sasuke couldn�t concentrate on anything else than trying to stay as still as possible during this hacking fit so he didn�t disturb the wound in his side any more.

A glass of water was offered in front of his face, but Sasuke couldn�t get his arms to reach for it. Naruto sighed heavily, holding it closer to his mouth and nothing more. Sasuke couldn�t really expect Naruto to realize how awkward and painful it was to sit up slightly just to sip weakly, but he did it all the same. Water had never tasted so good before, Sasuke ready to down the whole glass but Naruto pulling it away before he could. It was set on the table by the bed, an impossible length away for Sasuke right now. He couldn�t even cure the idiot as Naruto walked away once again.

Sasuke was left in silence and darkness, two welcome and familiar friends. If he closed his eyes, he could almost pretend that he was in his own bed. Except the sound of a shower starting and nasal, broken singing through the walls. When he recovered, Sasuke was going to kill Naruto, very, very slowly. There was no way he could try to escape this by falling asleep again. His mind was no longer tired, even if his body felt like it had been left out in the sun too long. He stared forward at to the footrest at the end of the bed, glaring at the smooth wood before his gaze eventually rolled around to that water.

He was so damned thirsty. Naruto�s short-lived help had only let Sasuke get enough water to wet his throat. It felt like he just might have enough liquid in him now to cry in frustration like he wanted to. He was glad he was out of the hospital, but he hadn�t expected to be this weak, to wind up with Naruto as his rescuer�it was his worst nightmare coming to life. He�d even take Sakura and her constant flirting over this awkwardness. He didn�t know how to talk to people, didn�t have friends, and didn�t let anyone get close for their own good. And Naruto happened to be the epitome of everything Sasuke hated about a person: loud, disruptive, slow, clumsy, outrageous, and so stupid. Damn, but Naruto was stupid.

Sasuke sighed. Just thinking about how much he hated being Naruto�s debt wasn�t going to help matters. Instead, Sasuke focused on making a fist, curling his fingers up and clenching them closed. Ironically enough, the third try was successful. From there, Sasuke got his arm to fall out from underneath the blankets. From that point on, it was pure willpower that got his arm to stiffen up and reach for the glass. Sasuke was already sweating with the effort of keeping his hand steady as it closed around the cool cylinder. He lifted up-

-and fingers that still hadn�t regained the sense of touch dropped the glass. It dropped on the floor and by some miracle didn�t break. Sasuke could hear it rolling across the floor, water probably soaking into the wood. Sasuke cursed himself underneath the muffled singing from the bathroom, wishing that he wasn�t so weak right now. He had to get stronger, had only managed to become a Genin two years after the same age Itachi had. From then on, it had been an ANBU squad leader in short recession. How was Sasuke supposed to compete with that record when he was nearly getting killed during a training session?!

"Damn it," Sasuke and Naruto snapped in unison. Sasuke looked up from his dark thoughts to see Naruto striding over in the same shorts and a real towel draped over his head. He was still dripping wet from the shower, leaving no smaller puddle than the dark, silver stain Sasuke had already caused as the boy stood over the fallen glass. Naruto gave his hair a final rubdown with the white terry before tossing the towel to the floor to soak up the water. Sasuke raised an eyebrow at the wet figure, hair damp but looking cleaner than when he had gone into the bathroom. He didn�t know if Naruto had taken a cold or hot shower, but either way the change in temperature was enough to give Naruto two pert nipples.

"Can�t you put a shirt on?" Sasuke finally snapped, no longer worried about his voice. He should have, because it broke on the last word. Naruto didn�t even seem to notice that, blinking in confusion for a moment before a huge grin burst across his face, making Sasuke regret having ever said anything in the first place.

"Oh-ho, so you�ve noticed the results of my training?" Naruto called out, flexing both arms. Sasuke sighed in disgust, rolling his head over to face the wall instead. It still didn�t help to block out the grunts and small snorts of satisfaction Naruto was making. It was as if the other boy didn�t know the meaning of the word silence, didn�t know when he was making other people damn uncomfortable! Why did Naruto think it was a good idea to have a little bodybuilding display right now, when Sasuke was obviously weak from drugs and his wound? That was the only reason why he finally gave in and looked back at Naruto.

"See? Told you so!" Naruto crowed when Sasuke finally met his gaze again, clearly having waited for that exact moment. It galled Sasuke more to know that Naruto could predict him than to see Naruto striking a pose to develop a well-muscled backside. He was thick and compact, unlike Sasuke, who just couldn�t seem to get any more mass than whipcord muscle over delicate bones. Itachi had been right; he had taken after mother too much, hated his fair skin and fine features. It didn�t matter if every girl and a few daring women in the village wanted him, because in the end it was another thing preventing him from becoming stronger. He was very fast because of it, on the other hand, but that didn�t seem like enough to make up for the fact that Uzumaki Naruto had a better physique than him�that lazy, good for nothing, ramen-eating idiot still showing off what Sasuke would rather he�d not.

"Wonderful, Naruto, you�re amazing. Now put a fucking shirt on," Sasuke drawled, wishing he had a little more strength to be meaner. Naruto just stuck his tongue out at Sasuke, making him feel all the more mature for actually saying a full sentence.

"You�re just jealous," Naruto finally grumbled before he stalked over to the dresser to pull out a new shirt. If only he knew how close to the truth he really was. Sasuke just snorted at the other boy, wanting to cross his arms like usual but still too numb to try. How frustrating. Naruto pulled on a black tank top, which for some reason made Sasuke miss his own dark clothes. He didn�t want to be in a light blue hospital gown, but he�d just have to suffer through until he could get back to his house. He still had some of the drug to sleep off, but he had already woken up from who knew however many hours long nap. Sasuke would just have to pray that it hadn�t been long enough for people to find out that he was staying with Uzumaki Naruto�it would take forever to live that one down, and Sasuke didn�t look forward to having all his fans getting upset. Then they would be even more annoying than usual.

"Man, I�m tired. It�s gonna be great to finally get some sleep," Naruto sighed, dropping down to his knees by the bed. Sasuke opened his mouth to say something, not sure if he should be offended but pretending anyway- until he noticed Naruto was digging underneath the frame for something. He hauled out a sleeping bag decorated with cartoon shuriken, like any kid under five would love to have. Sasuke did his best not to burst out laughing at the sight of it, remembering when he had been younger and demanded plain black because it had been cool. Now it served as a constant reminder as to his only reason to live, and because any else would just be frivolous.

Naruto shook it out before lying it down on the floor next to the bedside. It was only then that it struck Sasuke that he had taken Naruto�s bed and the blonde would have to find his own place for tonight. Naruto simply fell down on the bedding, arms thrown out to the sides in obvious exhaustion. Amazingly enough, Naruto wasn�t demanding Sasuke sleep on the floor or that they share the same mattress, which would have been even more intolerable. Even complete idiots could have a little bit of respect and delicacy. Sasuke could barely stand people getting close to him, much less actual touching. He hadn�t even needed to explain that to Naruto, who seemed to understand it with a sort of basic, animal instinct. Sasuke would never go so far as to credit the boy with anything resembling tact or discretion.

"Thank you," Sasuke grudgingly spat it out, because he knew that Naruto deserved it. All the denial in the world didn�t erase the fact that Naruto had carried him out of the Forbidden Area, and helped him escape the hospital and that nurse. The boy tiled his head back on the floor, blue eyes picking Sasuke out with an unspoken question.

"I didn�t want to spend the night in the hospital," he explained quickly, hoping that Naruto wasn�t reading too deeply. Moreover, there was nothing to read in to; he didn�t have a reason to be nervous. This was Naruto, after all, the biggest idiot Sasuke had met in his entire life! Why would he even need to feel the slightest bit embarrassed or stupid?

"Totally. I hate the hospital, it smells and everyone�s mean," Naruto agreed, shrugging and looking back at the ceiling. The wild blonde hair hid the other boy�s face, but Sasuke had a feeling that he was just being humored. Naruto kicked one leg up over the other, letting his foot bounce up and down in a bored habit. The idiot probably hated talking to him, announcing his dislike for Sasuke left and right whenever someone would actually listen.

"I�ll leave tomorrow. I just still feel sick, right now," Sasuke hated admitting it, but he figured Naruto would want him out as soon as possible. He wouldn�t even be able to make it to the door at this rate, and Sasuke hadn�t counted on Naruto�s bed actually being clean and comfortable. He would be unconscious for the most part, so hopefully it wouldn�t be too much of a bother.

"Whatever, man. It�s kinda cool to have someone else here for a change," Naruto�s answer actually had a hint of bitterness in it, as if his feelings had been hurt and had counted on it as well. Sasuke blinked, wondering just what he could have done, since the blonde had seemed fine until he had actually gone to the length of thanking the other boy. Was Naruto pissed off that Sasuke didn�t want to stay here and be a sick invalid? He could do that in the sanctity of his own home, alone� It suddenly dawned on Sasuke just how difference his alone was from Naruto�s. Sasuke had memories of his family, a precious few of when everything had been good and happy, all four eating at the same table with servants in attendance. Even though he had lost that, all he had to do was walk down the street and people would try to talk to him despite all the glares and snide comments Sasuke could toss out; he got more marriage proposals in a single day than most would have in their whole life. Everyone wanted to be connected to the Uchiha clan, from family to boasting that Uchiha Sasuke had eaten at their restaurant, yes, that seat down there at the end.

Naruto had had no one from the very beginning. Kakashi, Sakura, and he were the only ones in the whole village who associated with Naruto- mainly because they were all assigned to the same team. There was also that teacher, Iruka, but Sasuke had long since considered the older man a fool, so it made sense why the ninja professor had taken a liking to Naruto. Idiots tended to group together. Sasuke realized he was probably the first person to ever �stay over� at his place, like they were friends.

"You�re alone, too," Sasuke didn�t mean for that to come out, blinking down and fixing his gaze on the mound his feet made underneath the blankets at the end of the bed, in case Naruto decided to look back. With any luck, he hadn�t heard Sasuke� God, he was an even bigger idiot than Naruto sometimes!

"It�s not like I�ve known anything else," Naruto�s voice was surprisingly steady and devoid of the usual energy it held. A statement of pure fact that made Sasuke feel guilty. He wasn�t supposed to feel bad, he was the one wounded, after all. But, Naruto�s hurt was so old and accepted by the boy. Sasuke could understand that very well, knew exactly what kind of agony it was to be completely alone in the middle of this peaceful village. Words didn�t express that kind of pain well enough to do it any justice, and Sasuke couldn�t think of anything else to do other than lie there quietly.

"But, I�m gonna be Hokage, and everyone�s gonna recognize me then," Naruto piped up from the floor, his stupid, irrational dream cheering him up immediately. Sasuke couldn�t understand it all, but still felt relieved that he didn�t have to try saying something nice. Sasuke didn�t have that sort of ability, just needed to live for himself.

"What do you wanna be, Sasuke?" The question took Sasuke by surprised, half-wondering if Naruto could possibly read minds. Coincidence, nonetheless, Sasuke didn�t have to think very hard. He just had to kill Itachi. He�d given up on surpassing his brother when his thirteen birthday had come and gone with Sasuke lucky to be at the top of his class, but far from an ANBU captain. Sasuke trained everyday, practiced with his Sharingan until he couldn�t even see straight, but hadn�t even made it to the Jounin exams last year. Pathetic.

"I just have to kill a man," Sasuke answered back sharply. He could think about life after that when he actually fulfilled his mission. Mother, Father, Grandmother, Uncle, everyone, the entire clan wouldn�t be able to rest in peace until he avenged them.

"Pssh. Heard that before. You�re so boring," Naruto grumbled out, and there was the sound of him moving around. Sasuke picked his head up to glare down at the other boy, only to find Naruto had switch directions he was lying in. Sasuke was staring at dazzling blue eyes in the middle of a cat-like face�or maybe it was more like a fox?

And it didn�t fucking matter!

"Murder is boring?" Sasuke spat back, offended by Naruto belittling his reason to live, and humiliated over his own thoughts. If he believed he could have managed it, Sasuke would have been trying to choke Naruto and stop this conversation. Nobody got to judge him, was allowed to know him in a personal manner. Sasuke refused to let someone get close like that, ever again.

"I guess it�s not to a depressing guy like yourself," Naruto returned dryly, his eyes narrowing in bored arrogance. Sasuke had never wanted to hit Sasuke more than that moment.

"I�m not depressing," Sasuke returned. He was cold, removed, and proficient. He wasn�t depressing. Sasuke didn�t have the time to feel sorry for himself.

"Sure, Sasuke, our regular burst of sunshine. Didn�t Sakura cry on the last mission? Wasn�t that�if I could only remember who started it�" Naruto trailed off, obviously referring to when Sasuke had merely pointed out that Sakura needed to train a lot more if she didn�t want to hold them back. It hadn�t been harsh at all, since it was simple honesty. Sakura had tried to help Sasuke out by throwing a kunai into the middle of a fight, forcing him to dodge his teammates as well as the enemy. When the battle had been over, Sasuke had told Sakura to watch out while Naruto yelled at him to the side, as usual. She hadn�t faced him after that, walked behind them the whole way home as if ashamed, but Sasuke knew it was because she had been crying. He had heard the small sniffles and Naruto trying to comfort her before he got hit in the head for his troubles.

"Weren�t you going to sleep?" Sasuke snapped back, not believing that Naruto had actually managed to hit a sore spot with him. He had felt bad after that, not meaning to make Sakura cry, just shape up. The next day, she had still come up with a �good morning� and her usual smile, so he had figured there would be no reason to apologize and had forgotten about it since. He hated Naruto so much some times, wishing that the idiot didn�t see fit to point out the one time he had been too harsh. Naruto had done much worse a hundred times over!

"Weren�t you supposed to be unconscious?" Naruto managed to turn the tables quite easily. He usually would have been angry, but it was either the drugs, the wound, or the fact that he was in the same room with Naruto, because he started laughing. Nothing so big that could even be registered above a chuckle, but laughter nonetheless. Naruto was just such an idiot, and yet could say some pretty sharp things at times. It had been so long since he had found anything humorous enough to laugh aloud. Only silence met Sasuke�s amusement, as if Naruto had just assumed that Sasuke had gone completely crazy. He tilted his head up, mouth open to start another argument with the boy�

�and found that Naruto had fallen asleep after spitting out that last smart comment. Sasuke could have killed the other boy in that instant, glaring down at the closed eyes and relaxed expression. Who would have ever expected Naruto to be able to look so innocent and mild when he raised hell every waking hour? Well, it wasn�t as if Sasuke had believed that Naruto would be able to get him out the hospital without everyone discovering them, but he had been proven wrong. It seemed like lately Naruto was growing up. If he wasn�t careful, the other boy might pass him up� as if that was possible. Still, it was a valid enough fear that Sasuke wanted to recover as soon as possible and get back to training. If Naruto could beat him, then how was he ever supposed to kill Itachi? He didn�t want to stay here with his loudest rival ever, stuck staring at Naruto�s face. It wasn�t fair that the total idiot could end up looking so sweet when he was sleeping.

Sasuke sighed heavily, pissed off but very little he could actually do about it. He would be the crap out of Naruto tomorrow or the day after, but it didn�t make up for how uncomfortable he felt now. Even if Naruto was awake for it or not, Sasuke didn�t want to find himself blushing and wishing that he didn�t find Naruto attractive. It wasn�t like Sakura, who hung all over him and only wanted him to notice her. Naruto couldn�t care less about what people thought of him, and for some reason Sasuke was finding himself gravitating toward the other boy more and more because of it. Naruto didn�t have anything like charisma, but that self-confidence was something to marvel at. Sasuke couldn�t understand how the boy could still really believe that he was going to be Hokage one day despite being a complete klutz. And for some stupid reason, he kind of wanted to see it actually happen.
AUTHOR�S NOTES: okay� it turned into a PWP with minimal plot to lace it all together. I guess I can�t really write a complete PWP, I end up writing too much anyway. So, yeah, this gives me more freedom for couplings, because there�s SOOOO many to cover in that show�kind of like Prince of Tennis(okay, number of people on a team, to the power of how many teams there are in all�I can�t do the math for all the possible relationships in THAT one). Thank you to : ) , cdk, FC3Suguishi, itsmeeskava, KittenKat, Lady Vicious, Musquash, pocky no miko, Random Fan, Riyue, Rosalyn Angel, Saori-Hime, Suguishi, Tenchibat, Uchiha Addiction, vspirit, Zenegami
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