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Home, Where the Heart Is	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 4585 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor make profit of it. Kishimoto owns it.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Author's note: First of all, many apologies for taking so damn long with this next part. I realise it's been a month since I posted the first chapter and I sincerely apologise for taking so long. My other projects turned out to be more difficult to deal with and they took - are still taking actually - a lot of my time.
But I worked exclusively on this story this week. I wish I could say this was the final part, but it isn't. There will be one more part after this one. I don't want to rush the last part of this fic, so that will get its own chapter. I hope you won't mind ^^;
Thanks to the following reviewers: smint45 and BookDragon
Warnings: Some angst; medical diagnosis, though nothing bad. Nothing else I think.
I hope you'll like it!
Part 2
The next day Uchiha accompanied him during lunch again. The day after that too and the day after that and after that.
Naruto didn't know why but Uchiha didn't seem repulsed by him. He ignored other children's requests – or insistence in some cases – to sit next to them and instead continued to join Naruto at his table. During lunch he stayed with Naruto, never once going downstairs to eat with other children. When they met during the morning before class and when school ended in the afternoon, Uchiha always greeted him, which after three weeks of hearing it still made Naruto flush awkwardly.
For whatever reason Uchiha seemed to actually like him – or at least find him tolerable enough that he continued to seek out Naruto's presence. It confused the blond boy, but it also made him cautiously pleased. He had never had someone interested in him like that before and a secret part of him – a part he didn't want to acknowledge in case this thing with Uchiha would end badly – wondered whether this was what being friends was like. He didn't have any experience with it, but if it was, then he really liked it.
He didn't dare to ask whether they were friends, though; fearing the answer he would receive.
On a chilly November morning, a month after Uchiha had joined their class, Naruto made his way earlier to the school than he was used to. Mother had an important appointment and had asked them to go to school a bit earlier today, so she could leave on time.
Since his classmates had made it abundantly clear what they thought of him, Naruto had always gone to school as late as possible, to avoid being forced to linger lonely on the playground, waiting for the bell to ring. If Mother had told them one month ago that they would need to go to school earlier, he would have tried out any excuse to linger on his way to school all just so he wouldn't get there early.
Now, however, he shyly wondered whether Uchiha would mind hanging out with him in the morning. They had never done that before, usually just greeting each other in class, because Naruto only arrived at school at the last minute. He was a lot earlier now, though, so would the dark haired boy mind playing with him until the bell rang? Only one way to find out.
Butterflies raced nervously through his stomach and he swallowed, tugging at the dark orange scarf around his neck, when the school came into view. Already the noise of children laughing and shouting filled the frigid air; the cold not a deterrent at all for them.
Two boys – older than him – passed him and entered through the gate, waving towards a light brown haired girl. Others followed, all talking and smiling or complaining about homework.
Naruto halted near the gate, worrying his lip between his teeth as his eyes tried to track down familiar, spiky, black hair on the playground. One sweep over the area revealed nothing and he frowned, realising that he didn't know when exactly Uchiha arrived at school.
A car slowing to a stop behind him piqued his interest and he turned his head, wondering which student would be brought to school by car.
The car door was pushed open and spiky, black hair appeared from the silver coloured vehicle. As soon as Uchiha was standing on the pavement, he reached back into the car and pulled out his backpack. In the time it took him to exit the car and grab his stuff, a woman had stepped out from the other side and made her way around the car.
She was incredibly pretty.
Naruto watched in awe how the beautiful lady smiled down at Uchiha, brushing his hair back from his forehead as she said something to him. Her long, black hair cascaded down her dark blue coat and her face was as pretty as that of a doll's. She brushed a kiss on Uchiha's forehead and gave him a soft push against his back. Uchiha smiled at her – Naruto absentmindedly noting his smile made him look as pretty as the lady – before turning around and making his way to the gates. The lady stepped back into the car and drove off.
"You're here early," Uchiha greeted him surprised, raising an eyebrow as he stopped next to Naruto.
"Eh, yeah, Mother has to be somewhere early, so she told us we had to go to school earlier," Naruto explained and tore his gaze away from the car, which was now turning around the corner.
Uchiha hummed and jerked his head towards the school gate. "You want to compare our homework before we hand it in?"
Naruto's heart skipped a beat and he grinned, nodding perhaps a bit too eagerly, but he didn't care. Uchiha wanted to spend time with him on the playground!
Not even the hard wind could diminish his happiness as he followed the dark haired boy through the gates.
They spent lunch in an abandoned classroom now. Naruto's flowers wouldn't survive the harsh cold on the roof, so Iruka-sensei had helped him bring it to a small, dingy classroom on the highest floor of the school. It wasn't particularly warm here – not like the classrooms on the other floors – but it was a perfect place for his flowers to spend the winter.
They had dragged two chairs to the window and were eating their lunch there, looking out at the grey, clouded sky.
A car passing by the school attracted Naruto's attention and reminded him of the pretty lady who had dropped off Uchiha this morning. No longer able to contain his curiosity, he asked, "That lady who was with you when you came to school – is she your mum?"
Uchiha nodded, picking a cherry tomato out of his bento box. "She is," he confirmed. "She always brings me and nii-san to school. Nii-san's school is closer to our house, so he's dropped off first."
"Oh. Your mum is very pretty," the blond boy told him honestly, taking a bite out of his onigiri. He wondered how Uchiha's brother looked like and how much older he was. It had to be quite some years, if the brother was following lessons in another school.
"She is," Uchiha agreed with the corners of his mouth quirked up in a faint smile. A moment of silence lapsed between them and then Uchiha remarked, "I've heard some of our classmates say you don't have parents. Is that true?"
The question was asked offhandedly, tinged with a note of curiosity, but it made the blue eyed boy tense up and his stomach cramped painfully. He stared down at his onigiri, watching how the rice crumbled and dropped into his bento box.
He licked his lips and admitted haltingly, "No, I – I don't have parents. They – they went to heaven years ago." He barely dared to breathe and tried to steel himself against whatever reaction Uchiha would have. Was this the moment when the other boy would dismiss him and leave? Ignore him like all the other children were doing, just because he didn't have a mummy and a daddy like everyone else?
His heart constricted and he pressed his lips tightly together, telling himself he wouldn't cry no matter what. It was just … He really liked Uchiha; he was the first person of his age to be nice to him and who didn't mind he was more active than other children and couldn't sit still or shut up.
"But you said before that your mother told you, you had to go to school earlier," Uchiha pointed out confused, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Ah, that's – she's the lady who takes care of me and the other children who don't have parents like me. She says we can call her Mother instead," Naruto explained timidly, remembering all too well the time some of his classmates had heard him calling Mother by her name when she came to pick him up after a school trip. They had mercilessly teased him for days and Naruto still had occasionally nightmares about the taunting.
"Is she nice?" Uchiha questioned; his face giving nothing away.
"Yeah, she's nice." She was also one of the very few who could tolerate Naruto's activeness and didn't scold him for talking too much, save for reminding him once in a while to let someone else say something too.
"All right." Uchiha nodded and resumed eating his lunch.
And – that was it? No taunting remarks, no scoffing that he didn't have parents like everyone else?
Baffled Naruto gaped at the dark haired boy. Was he missing something? Was Uchiha planning on playing a joke later on?
Uchiha looked up and frowned slightly. "Why are you staring at me like that?"
"You don't – you don't think it's weird I don't have parents?" Naruto asked haltingly, casting his eyes down to his lap. His heart was beating quicker and he clenched his fingers around his bento box, scared of what the answer would be.
"Why would I think that's weird?"
The blond boy shrugged weakly, refusing to look up. "Some think I'm a freak because I don't have a mummy or a daddy," he admitted in a whisper; his cheeks flaming hot.
"Then they're idiots," Uchiha huffed, sounding a tad irritated.
Naruto's head shot up and he stared in shock at the other boy, not daring to believe that he really had uttered those words. "You – you really think so? You don't think I'm a – I'm a freak, Uchiha-kun?" he stammered; hope blooming up in him like one of his flowers.
"You're not a freak, you're my friend," Uchiha stated plainly and wrinkled his nose. "And call me Sasuke."
Naruto's heart stopped beating for a moment it felt like, before going into overdrive as he stared dumbfounded at the dark haired boy, who had returned to his lunch completely oblivious of the impact of his words.
Friend.
He had called him his friend. Sasuke had called him his friend.
Overflowing with happiness, Naruto threw himself on top of Sasuke, hugging him tightly and ignoring his protests as he pressed his face into Sasuke's shirt.
"Oi, Naruto! I'm trying to eat!" Sasuke complained, but contrarily to his words, he didn't make any attempt at shoving the blond boy away and merely underwent the hug with a soft sigh.
After a moment Naruto loosened his embrace and went back to his own seat; his cheeks flushed with giddiness, his belly squirming with happiness as he sniffled a bit. He gave Sasuke a bright grin and while Sasuke looked a bit taken aback at first, he offered a small smile back.
Naruto knew he would treasure that smile for as long as he lived, because it was given to him by his friend Sasuke.
His very first friend.
Naruto had just turned nine years old when he was finally adopted.
Ever since officially becoming friends with Sasuke, he spent a lot of time at Sasuke's home. The first time the dark haired boy had invited him, Naruto had been overwhelmed, having never been invited to someone else's home before. He had stammered that evening when he had asked Mother whether he could visit Sasuke's house and while she had clearly been taken aback by the request, she had encouraged him to go.
It didn't take long before Naruto became a semi-permanent resident of the large manor.
The garden was large, the edge of it disappearing into the forest behind it, and offered enough space for the boys to play together. The manor itself had so many rooms, playing hide and seek often took hours because it was so easy to hide in one of the many large rooms. Sasuke's room was filled with toys and books; the ideal place for two boys to play for as long and as much as they liked.
The people inhabiting the place were – if possible – even better. Of course there was his best friend Sasuke, who was very smart and very pretty and who defended Naruto whenever some other kid thought he could get away with taunting the small blond boy. As smart as Sasuke was, as vicious was he in a fight and it didn't take long for other children to learn that they couldn't pick a fight with Naruto without fearing consequences courtesy of Sasuke.
While Naruto thought himself capable of dealing with the fights – it wasn't like he hadn't been bullied before sadly – it made something warm inside him to see his best friend flying to his defence. He had never had someone defending him before, so seeing Sasuke doing that out of his own free will …
Yeah, that made him really happy and fuzzy inside.
Then there was Itachi, Sasuke's older brother. He was already attending secondary school, following classes with people three years older than him because he was that smart. Three times each week he also followed extracurricular classes somewhere in the city and he was captain of the basketball team and followed judo lessons at his school. As such he was very busy, but he still made time each week to play with Sasuke and Naruto, taking them with him to the park sometimes if the weather allowed it.
Naruto had been a bit scared of Itachi at first because the older boy looked so stern and standoffish. But then one day Itachi had sat down with them when they had been working on their homework and had started helping Naruto with his without getting bothered at the way the blond easily became distracted or was fidgeting with his pencils. Naruto's fear had quickly melted away and now he was just as eager as Sasuke to greet the older boy when he returned from school.
Then there was Sasuke's father, Fugaku. If possible the man looked even more stern than Itachi and Naruto had literally frozen up the first time he had met the man, feeling like a stupid bug underneath his assessing stare. For one frightening moment, he had feared that Fugaku would tell him to leave and never come back again and to leave his youngest son alone. Naruto had never been good with adults after all. Only very few were able to tolerate him and Fugaku hadn't looked like he belonged to that particular small group.
But appearances were deceiving and Fugaku hadn't said anything mean, only that he had been glad to see Sasuke making friends. The older man worked long hours, so usually Naruto was already back at the orphanage by the time he arrived home.
The person he liked second best to Sasuke, though, - because nobody could ever take the place of his best friend! – was Sasuke's mum, Mikoto. She was as sweet as she was beautiful and she bestowed as much hugs on Naruto as she did on Sasuke, not treating either of them differently.
Mother gave him sometimes hugs too, but because she was so busy taking care of so many children and keeping the orphanage running, naturally her hugs were brief. Nice hugs, but short ones. Sasuke's mum's hugs, though … They were the best. They made Naruto feel warm and cared for, enveloped in her slender, warm arms, his head pressing against her stomach, and he imagined this must be how it would have felt like if his own mummy had been still alive to hug him.
Naruto would never admit it, but the first time Mikoto had hugged him, he had lingered in her embrace as long as he could, soaking up her warmth as he tried to hide the few tears stinging his eyes. She had never remarked on his light red rimmed eyes that first time, but she continued giving him hugs and even sometimes kisses on his forehead.
She also let him bake cookies with her, teaching him how to knead the dough and cut out the cookies with funny shapes. She even started teaching him how to knit and didn't mind when his attention was snagged by something else for a while. She even praised him whenever he passed a test and that only inspired him to try his best. She never scolded him for running around or being too loud or too energetic and that only made Naruto like her even more.
Yes, Naruto quickly became a semi-permanent member of the household and it was with great reluctance that he returned to his small bedroom at the orphanage every evening, impatiently waiting for the new day to begin when he would see Sasuke and by extension the rest of the Uchiha again.
A part of him, a part he didn't like to linger too long on because that only meant pain in the end, wondered sometimes whether this was how being part of a family felt like. Whether this warmth and bubbly happiness was something other children experienced whenever they were with their family.
Because it was definitely how Naruto felt like when he was surrounded by his best friend and his family.
Naruto pondered whether he could get away with not wearing a jacket. It was a couple of days after his birthday – which he had spent with the Uchiha! He even had got his first very own birthday party and even though Mama Mikoto – a title she had insisted on after a couple of months and one which Naruto eagerly used – had apologised that only Itachi and Sasuke would attend the party and none of his classmates, Naruto hadn't cared. The people he liked the most had cared enough to give him a birthday party, to celebrate his birthday with him and that was more than enough for him.
It was more than he ever thought he would have.
Because his birthday was in October, the weather wasn't exactly nice anymore and he stared doubtfully out of the window at the light grey sky. Surely going outside for a bit without a jacket wouldn't be that bad …
He nearly jumped three feet in the air when Mother's voice suddenly rang out, "Naruto-kun? Can you come downstairs for a moment?"
Instantly apprehension filled him as he slowly made his way downstairs, trying to remember whether he had done something wrong lately. He didn't think so, but it wouldn't be the first time one of the other children tried to push the blame on him for something they actually had done.
When he reached the last step of the staircase, he froze with surprise when he caught sight of Mama Mikoto and Papa Fugaku – that title was less easy to use for Naruto for some reason even if the man was nice – standing next to Mother.
"Mama Mikoto?" Naruto asked; his voice higher with worry. Why were they here? Had he –
Had he done something wrong? Were they here to tell him they didn't want him to come over anymore?
His stomach cramped and his fingers clenched around the railing of the staircase; suddenly he wasn't so certain anymore whether he wanted to hear what they would say.
Mother smiled brightly and stepped forwards, beckoning him closer. "Naruto-kun, I have wonderful news for you! The Uchiha are here to adopt you!"
His ears started ringing and he stared at the couple still lingering a few paces behind Mother. A very small smile turned up the corners of Papa Fugaku's mouth, but Mama Mikoto was smiling brightly; her dark eyes sparkling like the stars at night.
He was getting adopted? By Mama Mikoto and Papa Fugaku? He, he would have a real family? He wouldn't have to stay here anymore, but he would be able to be with them all the time now?
After all these years of feeling cast aside, of being jealous of every boy and girl who got adopted, of hearing couples tell Mother they couldn't deal with him … Was it finally over? Would he really …
They wanted him?
"If you agree, Naruto-kun, then all that is needed is to sign some papers and then you can go – are you all right?" Mother interrupted her explanation alarmed when she spotted the tears glistening on flushed cheeks.
"Tha-thank you," Naruto stammered, sniffling, and before he realised it, he was enveloped in a warm hug, being cloaked in Mama Mikoto's soothing flower scent.
"Oh sweetheart, there's nothing to thank us for," she murmured, rubbing over his back. "We're going to take you home, okay? With us. Itachi and Sasuke are waiting for you."
"You – you promise?" Wide, shimmering blue eyes stared up at her as small hands clenched her lily white blouse tightly.
Her eyes softened and she brushed a kiss across his forehead. "I promise. Starting today, you'll live permanently with us."
That set off another bout of tears, but Naruto thought he had never been this happy before.
He had a family now.
His own family.
Naruto was nine years old when he finally got a family of his own.
Ten year old Naruto got examined by a couple of doctors and had to undergo several tests, performing various tasks, until the verdict fell on a rainy Friday afternoon.
He had ADHD.
A mild form, the doctor reassured Mama Mikoto who listened attentively and studied whatever was written on those documents. Easily treatable with a medicine. It would help him focus better, temper his energy somewhat. He would have to take the medicine twice a day, but no later than three o'clock, because then his sleep would be disturbed.
There were more technical terms thrown out, more papers for Mama Mikoto to read and sign and take with her; words spoken over Naruto's head that went through his ear and out the other without him understanding anything of them.
What he did understand, quite clearly, was that something was indeed wrong with him. He swallowed roughly and stared down at the tiled floor; his cheeks and neck feeling too hot. People had been saying something was wrong with him for years, but he had always laughed it off, pretending it didn't hurt when they said mean things like that. Now, however, it turned out they had been right after all. Something was wrong with him.
He remained subdued for the remainder of the visit; his skin too tight for his body, his cheeks too warm, his ears ringing and his heart thudding painfully in his chest. His thoughts whirled around like a hurricane, but the centre of them remained the same: he wasn't normal.
A slender hand on his shoulder guided him outside and he followed quietly, shame settling in the pit of his stomach. He had wanted so badly to be a good son to his new parents, but it seemed like he couldn't even do that. Why couldn't he have been born normal like all the other children?
"Naruto, what's wrong?" Mama Mikoto asked softly when she had closed the car door behind her.
Not even being allowed to sit in the front cheered Naruto up. "I'm sorry for not being normal," he whispered, staring down at his fingers, which were fiddling with some buttons of his shirt. He pressed his lips tightly together and shoved his hands between his thighs in an effort to keep them still.
She sighed, making him flinch, and then his hair was being caressed to his shock. "Naruto, sweetheart, there's nothing wrong with you," she told him soothingly. "You're not abnormal; you don't have to apologise for anything."
He looked at her with wide eyes. "But the doctor said - !"
"The doctor just said that you have ADHD," she stated firmly; her eyes remaining as gentle as ever. "There's absolutely nothing wrong with that. It only means you have a little bit more trouble with focusing for a long time and that you're a bit more energetic. That's all. And there's nothing wrong with that, all right? I know you're upset now, but you don't have to be, I promise. We'll figure it out together, okay?"
"Okay," he whispered and swallowed; his stomach still twisting with nerves.
A small ray of hope lit up within him, though. Mama Mikoto didn't look upset, so … Maybe she was right and there wasn't anything really wrong with him?
The whole family sat down together that afternoon to talk about Naruto's diagnosis. They explained what exactly ADHD was with Itachi nodding along as if he had known about it all along. Knowing how smart the older boy was, Naruto had no doubt Itachi knew what his parents were explaining.
They gave him a choice: he could start taking the medicine and see how that would work out for him. It would take around a week, perhaps a bit longer, for his body to get adjusted to the new medicine and Papa Fugaku warned him that he would probably feel a bit sick the first few days. If he decided he didn't like it after a month, he could stop taking them and they would just seek out other ways to manage his ADHD.
Naruto decided to start taking the medicine after thinking about it. Maybe this way, he would stop becoming distracted so much and his school results might even improve. He knew he wasn't stupid; Sasuke especially was quite adamant in insisting that he wasn't. The older boy sometimes called him stupid, yes, but Naruto always knew it was meant as a jest or in some cases when he really had done something stupid, like climbing into a tree and almost breaking his arm after falling out of it. Sasuke's insults never stuck to him like other people's did, because he knew his best friend didn't mean them. Not like the others had meant them.
Still, a small part in him rebelled at the thought of taking the medicine, upset that he needed pills to be able to concentrate like everyone else. And the dark part in him, the one where all his insecurities and sadness slumbered, wondered whether something would change between him and Sasuke, whether the other boy would start treating him differently now that he had to take medicine every day.
"Hey, Sasuke," Naruto said that evening, nerves racing through his body as he shuffled closer to Sasuke's bed in the dim light.
They were supposed to be sleeping now, but Naruto couldn't stand the thought of not knowing whether something would change between them and had climbed back out of his bed as soon as he was sure the coast was clear. Itachi was in his own room, studying, and even if he had seen Naruto in the hallway, he wouldn't have said anything. As long as his two brothers weren't too loud, he couldn't be bothered scolding them for ignoring their bedtime.
Mama Mikoto and Papa Fugaku were still downstairs, the muffled noises drifting up informing the blond that they were watching some kind of movie. As long as he didn't make any loud noises, they would never know he was out of bed still.
Sasuke turned around in his bed, blinking up at the blond boy. Moonlight was filtered through his curtains, allowing dark eyes to catch a flash of light hair before the owner got swallowed up in darkness again. "What?"
"Do you …" Naruto trailed off, suddenly uncertain whether he should really go through with his question. Wouldn't it sound stupid?
"Do I what?"
"We're still best friends, right?" Naruto asked in a small voice; a hint of desperation lingering underneath.
Sasuke uttered an impatient noise. "Yes, we are, idiot. Nothing's going to change that. Now go back to sleep before mum catches you," he grumbled, flopping back down on his right side, showing Naruto his back.
Anyone else would consider this a rude dismissal, but Naruto had to bite down on his lip to suppress a giddy smile; relief flooding through him like a tidal wave.
Suddenly the prospect of taking medicine every day wasn't so daunting anymore.
It hit him like a kick in the stomach.
While other guys had started talking about girls, pointing out which one looked the sexiest, the cutest, the one who had the biggest tits, the one who was always up for some fun, Naruto wasn't interested in that. That wasn't to say he didn't notice when a girl looked beautiful or cute. Hinata for example was quite cute when she blushed and Ino was very beautiful with her piercing light blue eyes and her long, blonde hair and her full lips constantly glistening with lip gloss.
So yeah, he noticed girls. But not in the way other guys did and for a long time that didn't bother him. Why would he try to figure out which girl had the biggest tits when he could spend that time trying to find a sport in which he could kick Sasuke's arse? Why would he try to ask out a girl to catch a movie and be forced to watch some romantic drivel when he could easily go with his best friend to the movies and watch the action or horror movie he actually wanted to watch?
He didn't mind hanging out with girls, because some of them were really cool, like Temari and Tenten, but he liked spending time with Sasuke more. What was wrong about that? Best friends hang out with each other, right? Nothing abnormal about that.
What, perhaps, wasn't quite normal was feeling jealousy stab him like a thousand hot needles when he walked to Sasuke's locker and saw him stoically accepting the Valentine's Day gift in the form of chocolates that a fiercely blushing girl was offering him.
AN2: I've based the ADHD scene - like the explanation of the medicine - for a large part on my sister's situation, though she got diagnosed when she was quite a bit older than Naruto in this story.
Again my apologies for taking so long; normally the next part should be out sooner *crosses fingers*
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
I hope to see you all back in the third - and definitely final - part of this story!
Cuddles
Melissa
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