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Not every thing is as it seems.	By : arora1 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1049 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3 : Damned redemption.

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Naruto woke up with a groan, stretching until it pulled on the tender muscles of his lower abdomen, then rolled out of bed yawning and scratching himself. Stumbling blindly, body guided by instinct honed by many a groggy morning, Naruto made it out of the bedroom and into the small hallway before he opened his eyes abruptly. Brilliant blue eyes darkened with suspicion as they darted about the small hall. He stopped dead, hands instinctively fisting as his body tensed, on the lookout for the threat that was making the little hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Looking right, he peered straight down into the kitchen, seeing the setting sun glimmer off the shinning counter tops to reflect back into the bedroom he had just emerged from.

No one jumped out trying to kill him, but there was a faint pine scent that he could not place. Turning around and walking back into the bed room, the wary blond shinobi looked around for a moment longer, searching for what was unsettling him so. There were no hostile presences that he could detect, but there were those who knew how to cover even that up.

Blue eyes darted to the closet, finding it empty but for the dark shadows of the clothes hanging up in it. Then the eyes flitted to the small adjoining bathroom that smelt strongly of pine, but did not hold anything more threatening than a new bar of soap that sat in the holder on the side of the shower.

Scratching his blond head and making his sunshine blond hair rustle from the force he put in to it, Naruto turned to leave the room again, still perplexed.

Then it hit him.

He was not side-stepping around the massive laundry pile that had coved a large section of his bedroom floor, because there was no massive laundry pile. A blind moment of panic hit and he frantically started pulling open his dresser drawers to make sure that he still had something to wear that the laundry thieves forgot. He needed to change out of his muddy and sweat encrusted training clothes, not to mention that he had bled through his underpants and regular pants so they were spackled to his skin.

He nearly ripped out the drawers as he opened them and to his shock and horror, he found his clothes all nice and neatly folded with drier sheets tucked between the orderly rows giving off a pleasant scent. All his socks and underwear were safe and clean in the top drawer of the dresser and bore the unmistakable signs of recently having been mended. The large crack in the wood that had buckled from Sasuke slamming in to it, still had a tacky dribble of wood glue on it.

Twisting around in bewilderment, Naruto saw that even the carpets were vacuumed and his hamper with the hostile mould was cleaned and from the pine scent, was sanitized as well.

The tan jaw fell open as he noticed all the clothes that had not made it into his dresser were now hanging in his closet. The closet that had until now just served as a place to store his arsenal of ninja pointy objects. The few nice things he owned were ironed, starched even. Darting to the bathroom and flicking on the lights to see better in the fading light of the setting sun, the blond saw that there was no blood on the floor. Not even on the carpets leading into the bathroom, although the carpets were still a bit damp.

Opening and closing his mouth a few times, not sure what to do suddenly finding his house clean. The utterly confused blond wandered out of the room in a half daze.

The world was coming to an end.

This was a sign from the almighty powers that be, that the world was going to end.

Seeing the bright red hues of the spectacular sunset reflected in his cleaned, dusted and sanitized countertops. Naruto nodded.

That must be it. Why else would his house be so damn clean?

The gods wanted the world nice and ready for the next master race of whatever was going to inhabit the planet after they wiped humans out.

Or not, but out of all the possibilities that one seemed the most probable.

Sakura hated cleaning and would never clean his place unless she had made sure she was up to date on all her shots and had a full bio-hazard team on standby and that there were no sick people left in the world for her to run off and treat. Most of the other guys he hung out with -- Kiba, Shikamaru and all the others -- lived in the same messy state as he did.

Hearing his stomach growl, Naruto steered himself across the cleaned carpets towards the kitchen. He noted that his few books had been alphabetized on the tiny shelf they had previously been stacked randomly on top of.

He crossed his fingers in hope that whoever had braved the mould and god-knows-what-else that lived in his apartment besides him, did not throw out his stash of ramen.

His bare feet making a slapping noise as he walked across the swept and mopped floor, he reached up to his ramen hiding place, almost afraid to look in.

Opening the cupboard above the refrigerator, his heart sunk to his toes and he cursed.

They had found the ramen, sure it might have been outdated, but it was still good for a long time after the sell by date. Well, it still tasted good to him at least.

Dejectedly the blond stepped away from the cupboard and pulled open the large cupboard door next to the refrigerator, expecting to only see that the cobwebs had been cleaned. To his great surprise though, it was full. Not of the delicious ramen, but full of crap like cans of corn and other vegetables. Perusing through the cans he saw peaches, corn, pineapple, an assortment of beans, carrots, beats, all sorts of things he never really had any desire to eat. Opening all of his cupboards he found them in all the same condition as his pantry. Except the ones holding his meager supply of plates and cups, all of which gleamed in the dimming light, were fully stocked with boxes and cans of foods he did not like. Well, most he could honestly say he had never tried in his life, but he was in no hurry to try them either.

Shaking his head at the infuriating turn of events Naruto ran his hand through his hair before looking up toward the ceiling and the heavens beyond.

What did he do to deserve this torment?

The last thing he remembered was Sakura slapping Sasuke and� well, not really yelling, but definitely scolding Sasuke for what he did to him. Her rich voice had carried from the living room as she admonished him for hurting Naruto. It was so wonderful, like a dream come true. Sasuke had finally gotten his just desserts from the prettiest girl he had ever met.

He could still hear the resounding voice and smiled as he thought about the choice words Sakura had for Sasuke on the matter.

�What�s wrong with you! He goes after you and you try to kill him. He tries to get you settled back in and you rape him! Is this some sort of screwed-up revenge because he made you come back? Because you didn�t get your oh-so-important revenge against Itachi you had to go take it out on him? Well? Are you going to explain yourself? What�s he ever done to you except try to help? I would report you if I didn�t think he would stop me and that he wouldn�t want anyone to know.�

There was a angry sigh before she continued, her voice sounding more controlled.

�He was your friend, he always treated you like one and you treat him like shit. Why?�

Then Sasuke started to talk in his annoyingly low voice so he couldn�t hear anything and the monotone drawl was still going when he drifted off.

He smiled, Sakura had stood up for him and not just to anyone, but to Sasuke. There might be hope yet for him to date Sakura if she was starting to see what the Uchiha was really like.

Maybe that was the problem. The world could not function properly unless every female in the planet worshiped the ground the prick walked on.

No, Tsunade never really liked the Uchiha and Naruto refused to believe that about the bastard.

It still did not give him any clue about why the hell his house was suddenly clean and stocked with healthy food.

It was times like these that he really needed ramen. The miso scented steam would have helped to clear his cluttered thoughts so he could figure out what the heck was going on and how to go from here.

Just slurping the noodles would have drained the tension from him. Tension that had crept into his shoulders and neck from the quandary of the cleanliness and the stiff, almost tight feeling from where Sakura had healed him that was making him uncomfortable walking around. Pushing the thoughts of his mostly healed insides, out of his head, Naruto swore that he could hear himself slurping down great mouthfuls of the wonder that is ramen.

He must be delusional, or maybe he was still asleep because he could now clearly hear the slurping and smell the miso. Pinching his arm and finding that he was in fact awake, he sighed and stood there dazedly. He rubbed the now sore spot on his arm trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

The television that sat on a small stand in the corner, changed channels and scared Naruto so badly he damn near hit his head on the ceiling. He didn�t remember even turning it on.

No, he was sure it was off when he got here after Sakura had dragged him away from the training field and it was still off when he went into the bedroom with Sakura as well.

Slowly creeping toward the possessed appliance, the channel changed again and Naruto could hear the sound of someone slurping ramen from his couch.

What the fuck was going on?

Every fibre of his being on edge, feet in a fighting stance and fists up and ready, the blond thought about grabbing a kunai from his equipment stores in his bedroom closet, but decided against it as the channel changed again.

An annoying jingle for breakfast cereal came on and was changed to a news programme for a few moments.

Reaching the edge of the couch and looking over, Naruto� s eyes widened as rage pumped though his veins.

Sasuke.

Was sitting on his couch eating the last of his ramen and clicking through the TV channels with the remote he had lost over a year ago.

Oh the bastard was going to pay.

The Uchiha had one foot on the couch edge and had his hand with the remote resting on his bent knee. Flipping through the few cable channels that the blond paid for and stopping at the history channel of all things.

Naruto waited until Sasuke set the ramen cup down on the little end table before jumping over the couch back with a ferocious yell and tackling the stupid house-cleaning, health-food-buying, ramen-eating, doesn�t-stop-when-told-to prick.

His roar echoed off the walls of the small apartment, and made Sasuke look up right before he slammed into him.

The line had been crossed the night before and now Sasuke was just seeing how much farther he could go. The blonde�s anger-wrought momentum pushed Sasuke off the couch onto the floor below and brought Naruto down on top of him, swinging his fists the entire way. Naruto did not hold back as his fists slammed into his one-time-friend repetitively as he sat straddling his stomach. Each sharp crack of his fists hitting the pale flesh echoed through the clean apartment. He wasted no time talking, cursing or telling him to get the hell out or anything. He just punched out his rage and hurt silently. Since words had not worked the last time, he would let the prick feel with his face, just how pissed he was at him.

Sasuke had his hands up blocking, putting a few well-placed punches on Naruto in return and with a textbook move he dislodged the furious blond from on top of him. His move sent Naruto tumbling sideways into the worn old coffee table that collapsed under him.

Rolling out of the table�s remains as Sasuke rose to his feet, Naruto swung around and knocked Sasuke�s legs out from under him. The Uchiha clipped the corner of the couch as he fell to the floor and was tackled again by the angered blond.

The two were fighting for all their worth, never letting the other gain his feet and the upper hand as they battled for dominance. The couch was knocked over, the mismatched end tables destroyed and a hole put through the wall next to the TV that was still set to the history channel and had a fitting image of bombers flying across the screen in attack formation.

Naruto grunted as Sasuke elbowed him in the back, then the blond threw his weight to the side, unbalancing the dark haired bastard and pushed him into the over-turned couch that skidded back as Sasuke hit it. The next instant Naruto had flung himself on top of the struggling pale man and let fly at him again.

Sasuke was in the middle of shouldering Naruto off him when the sound of the doorbell made the both of them stop and look up at the same time. Naruto looked down at Sasuke for a quick second and the jerk smirked then kicked the blond off him, jumping up and opening the door. He showed no concern for the blood seeping out of his nose, nor the blossoming black eye and bleeding knuckles. Or for the living room behind him that lay in tatters, much less the knee-sized hole in the wall by the TV.

Naruto rose to his feet, in the same battered condition as Sasuke but considerably more self conscious about the state of the room. The blond watched as the bastard wiped his bloody nose on his sleeve then motioned for someone to come in.

� Hey! You have no right to let people into my house!�

Naruto crossed his arms over his chest and stood glaring at the raven haired man, who only smirked and held the door open. Naruto�s face was set in an angered grimace as he started to stalk over, fully intending to slam the door in whoever�s face it was that Sasuke was letting in.

As long as it wasn�t Sakura of course. She could come in whenever she wanted.

Getting to the door and pulling his clenched fist back to pummel Sasuke before throwing him out with the people he wanted to let in, he stopped dead as a large man with a bushy moustache walked in, shouldering past the two of them, carrying one end of a mattress. He was followed shortly after by another stout man carrying the other end of a new bed.

Naruto looked shocked for a second but forced the emotions off his face when he saw Sasuke watching him. He hated that. That he could be read so easily by the asshole.

�Where do you want it?�

The moustachioed man asked, interrupting Naruto�s glaring at Sasuke as he plotted the ways he was going to beat the snot out of him before throwing him out on his ass.

�The bedroom.� Sasuke replied.

The two men wrestled the new mattress into Naruto�s bedroom and removed the worn, bloody old one. Dragging the battered thing to the back of their truck, the two men threw it in, then drove off.

The moment Sasuke closed the door behind the two men, Naruto grabbed him by the neck and backed him to the wall. Pale hands wrapped around his wrist and tried to remove his grip.

This time he was ready for it, and delivered a lighting quick gut punch before switching hands to avoid Sasuke�s pressure point trick this time. Sasuke lurched forward trying to curl up and Naruto leaned in so that he was right next to the raven-haired man�s ear.

�I want you to leave. Now. And stay the hell away from me.�

There was a weak cough before Sasuke grabbed Naruto�s wrist and brought his knee up sharply, slamming it into the still healing gut of the blond pinning him.

This time Naruto was the one to buckle, falling to the floor and curling up. Holding the throbbing point of impact and bracing for the next blow to hit.

A blow that never came, instead a hand grabbed his shoulder. A hand that he slapped away and glared up at the owner of the hand. Sasuke could rot in hell. Now was way too late to start playing nice.

Sitting up and coughing to clear his throat, Naruto glared at Sasuke.

�I told you to leave and I meant it Sasuke.�

Wincing as he climbed to his feet Naruto growled as the pale hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him the rest of the way to his feet. Jerking his hand away once he was standing, Naruto backed a few paces away and grabbed the door knob.

�Leave me alone, Sasuke!�

Pulling the door open, it slammed into something hard then was pushed back closed by Sasuke.

�Listen, Naruto��

�Listen, Listen ! You don�t listen to me, why the hell should I listen to you! I want you to leave Sasuke!�

Naruto jerked on the door handle again and Sasuke again slammed it closed.

�I didn�t mean to hurt you.�

�What you did last night was just the final straw Sasuke, you have been hurting me for a long time and I�m not going to let it go on any more. I Will Not Let It Go On Any More!�

Naruto�s face inched closer with every punctuated word until he was almost nose to nose with his one-time friend. His hand was still on the doorknob and he tried again to open the door. Sasuke had his hand sprawled out a few inches above the handle and pushed the door closed.

Naruto was so angry his face was red and his fist that was not on the door was shaking at his side.

Why couldn�t Sasuke just leave him alone? Why couldn�t he just give up and stop bothering him?

�You can do to me, what I did to you� if you want.�

Naruto blinked twice as he digested what Sasuke had just said.

�What!�

�You can do to me, what I did to you.�

Naruto was looking at the Uchiha, but he was looking off into the corner that held his rather battered-looking lamp that was one of the few surviving pieces of his living room furniture.

Sasuke had his blank face on, the alabaster mask that about as easy to read as a stone statue. Somehow it just pissed him off more.

Here this guy was just standing there, offering to let him sleep with him, roughly at that, and he was acting like he was offering to buy ice cream.

Sex was supposed to mean something, be the _expression of a couple�s emotions, not to be used like this.

Sasuke just did not get it.

Or maybe he did and just wanted him for the pleasure, if he could not get it one way he would settle for the other.

�You want me to �do� you?�

He watched as Sasuke shifted weight from one foot to the other.

�Yes.�

�Like the way you did me?�

This time Sasuke looked at him, but looked away before Naruto could really see the _expression that passed over the Uchiha�s mask.

�Yes.�

The blond huffed and looked away from Sasuke, wavering somewhere between disgust and anger.

Sasuke had never cared about him - he just wanted to get off.

He had antagonized for damn near 6 months over whether or not Sasuke gave a damn about him and now he finds out that he never did. Naruto remembered giving himself bloody knuckles from punching shower tiles in his confusion over what Sasuke wanted from him, for them. But there was never a �them� - just a prick getting off.

Growling in his rage, Naruto brought his hand up from the doorknob and grabbed the bastard�s shirt collar.

�You like it like that? Rough? So that it hurts?�

A small tremor passed through the pale man standing close to him and Naruto watched as Sasuke looked away again.

�Yes.�

Naruto was trembling too, from anger. From soul-consuming rage directed at Sasuke. The bastard was already trembling from the excitement of just offering. Of course it would have cleared things up long ago if he had made his intentions clear. If only Sasuke had said that he just wanted a fuck buddy that liked it the hard way. Instead he let him think that there was something more to it.

No, he had wanted so bad for something to be there, that he was not looking at what was right in front of him, but Sasuke had never corrected him. Never told him not to get attached.

Naruto�s fist clenched around Sasuke�s collar and the blond brought his other hand up to grab the front of the Uchiha�s shirt, slamming him back against the wall.

�You want it like that, ok. Then that�s how you�re going to get it�

Somehow the words made it out of his clenched teeth before he started to walk toward the bedroom, dragging Sasuke by the collar with him.

If he wanted it rough to point of painful, then that was what he would get.

Naruto was still mad, still fuming and still pissed. If Sasuke wanted to present him with the perfect opportunity to get back at him, who was he to decline the offer?

Leading the Uchiha by the collar past the rubble of the living room, Naruto let go of Sasuke�s shirt after entering the bed room.

The new bed was sitting bare on the frame and the blond watched as Sasuke took a step towards it.

�No, strip first, its your turn to be naked.�

The bastard looked back at him with that odd look he�d had ever since propositioning him, but started to remove his shirt.

The blond looked around the clean and alien room, finding a belt just as Sasuke let his under shorts fall to the floor.

Coming up behind him, Naruto grabbed a fist full of raven hair and dragged Sasuke face down on to the bed, just the way that Sasuke had done to him.

�Give me your hands.�

There was some shuffling and shifting but Sasuke presented him with both his hands and Naruto wrapped the belt around them, securing them to the headboard then sealing the knots with chakra so that it wouldn�t come undone.

The pale expanse of backside sprawled out next to him and for a moment Naruto didn�t know what to do. Sure he wanted to get back at him, but he didn�t want to really hurt him like Sasuke had done to himself. The torn insides were no joke and his demon chakra was just now starting to kick back in, healing him totally. Sasuke didn�t have demon chakra to kick in so the blond figured he would just stick with what he had said. Nothing to kinky or twisted, just rough.

Slapping one bare, pert butt cheek and smirking as the pale form lurched from the sudden contact and the pale flesh turned pink, the blond leaned over and removed the container of lube from the night stand. He wasn�t the kind of guy that would willingly, knowingly, purposely hurt someone, even if they were a twisted bastard that probably liked that sort of thing.

Tossing the bottle on to the bed next to Sasuke who couldn�t see what Naruto was doing, the blond started to pull off his shirt but stopped. Sasuke never did, why should he?

Reaching down and unbuttoning his pants, he pulled them down just enough so he could remove his penis from his undershorts without anything chafing the sensitive flesh.

Stroking himself to hardness, the blond squirted out some of the lube onto his hand and placed it in between Sasuke�s pale cheeks. Feeling them tense as the cold fluid contacted the skin. One hand maintaining his own arousal, Naruto slid a finger roughly into Sasuke and was awarded with a gasp.

God, the jerk must be loving this.

After a few moments of moving it in and out, he slid another in and the Uchiha groaned as he shifted. Wiggling his pert butt and annoying Naruto who removed his fingers so he could slap it hard enough to leave a red handprint on the pale flesh.

�Don�t move.�

There was a grunt that he took to mean �fine� and he reinserted his fingers into Sasuke. Feeling the Uchiha trembling with each thrust of his hand, he forced his fingers in as far as they would go.

Then he stopped when he encountered an unusual line of thick flesh. Most of Sasuke�s tunnel was smooth, slicked, but this felt raised and rubbery, almost ropy in texture. And now that he had found the one thick one that he figured to be at least as long as his little finger, he was starting to feel a few other, smaller lines that interrupted the smooth texture of Sasuke�s insides.

He had not felt the inside of anybody else before, so he really had nothing to compare to, but it seemed to him that something was wrong.

�What are you waiting for dobe? Can�t perform when it counts?�

Sasuke wiggled his tush again and Naruto growled, his anger resurfacing at the taunting words. Using his imbedded fingers to apply upward force, Naruto made Sasuke rise to his knees and the blond positioned himself behind the antagonizing jerk.

Pushing himself in and listened to the hearty groan and uneven breathing that was emitted from the form under him.

Shit, it was tight, tighter than he thought he should be after the brief preparation.

Yeah, yeah the rough thing, but he had thought two fingers would be able to stretch him enough so it wouldn�t feel like his dick was being choked off.

He could see Sasuke trembling under him, the pale form shaking and the uneven breathing catch as he pushed in a bit more.

Then came a sound he was wholly unprepared for, a sob.

Muffled by one of Sasuke�s arms that he had set his face against, but it was still an audible sob that was followed by another one.

He had said rough.

He had said that he liked it.

He had told him to do it.

Naruto backed out of the tight passage and grabbed Sasuke�s shoulder, meaning to turn him over, and encountered familiar ropy, raised flesh as his fingers touched a nasty scar the bastard had received when in Sound.

Was that what he had felt on Sasuke�s internal passageway, a scar?

Hearing the choked-up sound again, he wrapped his fingers around the shoulder and flipped the raven-haired man over.

He froze as he saw the two trails of tears, leaking out of the corners of Sasuke�s dark eyes and trailing down his nose.

He sat there frozen for a long moment, stunned, before Sasuke squirmed from the nasty pull the tangled belt was having on his arms. Acting swiftly, the blond undid the chakra seal and untied the belt, freeing the Uchiha in silence.

Naruto sat at the edge of the bed confused, the predicament subduing his anger at Sasuke as he sat there not quite glaring, but definitely watching intently as Sasuke sat up and rubbed his sore chafed wrists.

�You could have continued.�

Sasuke was still rubbing his wrists, the red marks from the binding were gone but he was giving himself another set from rubbing so hard.

�No, I couldn�t.�

Both sat there in awkward silence, Sasuke nude in the middle of the barren bed and Naruto with his phallus, hard and protruding from the top of his grimy pants and bleeding through his under shorts, sitting at the edge. He continued to watch Sasuke silently as he continued to rub his wrists.

Sasuke had not touched the tear streaks on his face and Naruto shifted uncomfortably not wanting to rub himself off with Sasuke acting like this. Not that he was ashamed of what he sported, it just seemed rude to jerk off when someone was crying.

Standing and tucking his hardness into his pants, the blond walked stiffly over to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth from the sink.

He turned and tossed it to land on the bed next to the nude Uchiha, Sasuke looked up at him for a second before grabbing the cloth and wiping his face. The _expression on his pale face was clouded and Naruto opened his mouth, then closed it before he uttered a sound.

He did not know what to say.

Turning back into the bathroom, he opted to appease the pressing issue that was straining his pants. That was one thing he knew how to fix.

Closing the door partway behind himself so that he was not visible to Sasuke who had not moved from the bed. Naruto went to stand in front of the john and removed his still hard dick from the confines of his pants. Starting to stroke himself and groaning as his administrations made it feel like there was a coil being wound just behind his navel.

He did not think that this would be a knee-shaking, spine-melting orgasm. In fact, all he thought was that this would be easier to get his erection to go away than having to deal with it and with Sasuke.

His hands sped up and he groaned again, the tension was building bringing him closer to the completion. So close that he closed his eyes and threw his head back, stroking himself faster as a second set of hands joined his.

Letting out a startled yelp, Naruto twisted around and pushed Sasuke away. The Uchiha was still nude, and still had that strange look on his pale face.

�Sasuke don�t� I can manage it myself.�

He was so close and yet so trapped away from it.

Sasuke looked at him with his smouldering dark eyes and Naruto squirmed away. He was very hard and very unsettled by the look in those eyes.

Sasuke did not say anything, he just fell to his knees and used his mouth to take over from Naruto�s hands. The blond backed up, the backs of his calves hitting the rim of the toilet, and stumbled as Sasuke impaled his face on his hard shaft.

�Ahhh Sasuke� ohhhhh�. You, you don�t �.aaaaahhhh have to.�

Back pressed against the toilet tank, one hand holding the sink for balance as the unmistakable sound of gagging filled the small bathroom. Fisting his free hand in Sasuke�s dark locks, he pulled the Uchiha off of him.

�Don�t hurt yourself.�

The pale hands that grasped his hips tightened for a second before Sasuke leaned back down. Closing his lips around Naruto�s swollen head, he sucked then lapped until Naruto bucked.

Naruto jerked his hips out of Sasuke�s grasp and spun quickly so that he came in the toilet. He panted for a few seconds before he could flush and wipe himself off before putting it back into the safety of his pants.

Staggering to stand straight as he wiped his hands on the roll of toilet paper, the sound of the large tap for the bath tub came on. Looking over he saw Sasuke test the water and step in. Still not sure what the hell was going on between them, he thought it better to sit down and let the afterglow fade until he was thinking straight to deal with it.

Making it to the still unmade bed, the blond sat down then fell back.

His skin felt heated. His face flushed and he brought his hand up to feel his forehead. Then dragged it down to cover his face.

What the hell was that?

He had sworn that he was pissed at the bastard.

Not that he would have sex with him, or blowjobs.

And what the hell was up with Sasuke crying? He hadn�t wanted prep, had asked for it to be rough.

Removing his hand from his face, Naruto looked into the bathroom that was filling up with steam.

The pale form moving within the undulating mass of evaporated water, setting himself into the hot water.

Sasuke.

He did not understand it.

Any of it.

Any reason why Sasuke was acting the way he was now, was far beyond him.

A thud echoed as something hit the bottom of the fibreglass tub and Naruto looked into the steaming room. The dark hair that showed just over the edge was so still. The blond tore his gaze away from the form. It was over between them. He had no right to watch as he bathed.

The dirty clothes he was still wearing was starting to make him itch so Naruto jumped off the bed and shifted through the freshly laundered clothing that his dresser contained. Peeling off everything, he dressed briskly in fresh, clean clothes.

He had slept through most of the day and was not tired in the least, so he figured he would go out. Get some fresh air, do some thinking from the top of the carved fourth�s head at the Hokage monument.

Pulling on his vest that had been brought in from the chair back and hung in his closet, Naruto paused and looked back at the steam still billowing out of the small bathroom.

He should still be mad. Was still mad at him, but he was also starting to� worry.

It had been silent ever since the clunk, not even the sound of water sloshing had come from the bathroom.

Creeping over, not wanting Sasuke to see him peek in, Naruto looked in on the raven haired bastard.

�OH SHIT!�

The tub was filled with red and Sasuke�s slit wrists still had plumes of red rushing out to stain the water he sat in.
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