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Maid Of The Mist	By : antagonist Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1287 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Maid of the Mist – A Trip to Niagara Falls

a SasuNaruSasu Short
Author’s Note:

Wah. From a one-shot, to a two-shot, to a three-shot. There’s something wrong with me.
Disclaimers:

Naruto characters belong to Kishimoto-sensei. And as was mentioned before, StarCraft (and everything related to it) belongs to Blizzard Entertainment. Just in case you were wondering, StarCraft is a kickass—albeit, now a bit old—RTS (real-time strategy) game. You know WarCraft? Well, it’s the same thing, only futuristic and it takes place in outer space. If you don’t know WarCraft… forget it. Seriously.
O             o             O
“Naruto!”
Someone was calling his name.
“Oh my god!” it wasn’t stopping—leave him alone… he was sleepy!—“Naruto! Wake up!”
Naruto slowly became aware of someone shaking him awake.
> Won’t be online for a while, dobe. Go bother someone else while I’m gone.
“Sa-Sasuke!”
Naruto sat up, eyes wide, breathing hard. What… the…
“Oh!” Sakura embraced him, tears in her eyes. “Naruto! We were so worried about you! When you suddenly vanished yesterday and when you weren’t at the hotel… we didn’t know what to do!”
“Sa-Sakura?”
Ino, who was standing nearby, next to Shikamaru, regarded Naruto. “Sasuke? Was that his name?”
Naruto blinked. “Who?”
“The guy who saved you, of course.”
“What?”
Shikamaru stared. “Don’t tell me you don’t even know his name. Not that Ino has to even know—she has no pure intentions. But you, at the very least, could thank him for saving your life.”
Naruto blinked. Saved his li—
And it all came rushing back… the black-haired boy… the…
Naruto gasped.
“Naruto!” Sakura looked concerned. “Are you okay? You’re all red! Oh my god! What if you have a fever?! I can’t believe you slept in your wet clothes!” As expected from an intern at the local hospital.
He looked down, still blushing, only to be completely surprised to find that he was fully clothed; a state in which he did not have any memory of being in…
“Ha!” Ino was saying, though Naruto wasn’t really paying attention—he had other things rushing through his head. “I don’t have pure intentions? How about Sakura’s blatant flirting with that lifeguard person?”
“Kakashi and I were just talking, seriously, Ino.”
“Kakashi? First name basis already?”
“He’s too old for me.”
“You were doing enough flirting on your own, Ino,” Shikamaru interjected. “Was it really difficult to tell that the black-haired guy was uninterested?”
“Pfft,” Ino huffed. “At least I didn’t flirt with someone who could possibly be old enough to be my father. Did you see all that white hair, for crying out loud!”
“I think he just dyed it,” Sakura pointed out.
“That’s still gross.”
“He’s better than that fuzzy-eyebrowed dude from that Canadian’s group, though,” Kiba said, walking over to the group, Shino right behind. Looking at Naruto, he raised an eyebrow. “You still alive there, foxy?”
Naruto looked up. “Canadian?”
Kiba laughed. “Yeah, that surly, black-haired guy—”
“—the guy who saved your life, and the guy Ino couldn’t seem to stop ogling,” Shikamaru completed Kiba’s sentence.
“You’re one to talk,” Ino seemed to have had it. “The way you and that blonde were going at it… it almost felt like there was chemistry. God forbid.”
“Temari is too troublesome of a woman for me, Ino.”
“Ah,” she said, looking irritated. “You’re only going out with me because I’m less ‘troublesome’?”
Naruto ignored the two squabbling lovers and turned his attention towards Kiba. “That Canadian guy… where is he?”
Kiba blinked. “You don’t know his name?”
Naruto looked away, “No.”
“Damn,” Kiba laughed. “I wanted to ask him for his name to thank him, but figured I might as well ask you… since… you know… the guy looked pretty anal.”
Naruto shuddered involuntarily at the word…
… anal…
“Where is he?” He needed to talk to him. Naruto wanted to talk to him.
“Gone, of course.”
Naruto blinked. He suddenly didn’t feel very good.
After looking at Naruto for a few moments, Shino pointed across the lake. “He lives over there, Naruto.”
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> Whatever, dude. I’m going away for the weekend too anyway.
Uchiha Sasuke was tired. Exhausted, even.
It had been a long weekend… a very long one, and indeed, he was glad for the summer holidays. At least now, the moment he got home, he’d be free to collapse on his warm and comfortable bed and sleep the hours away…
… hoping beyond hope that he didn’t dream or imagine anything… indecent.
Sasuke sighed as he continued his lonely drive along Highway 401.
He’d just finished dropping off the rest of his friends, and the carpool was broken up… each one returning to their own lives. Sasuke returning to his.
He just wanted to go home and forget about everything that happened that weekend.
Everything.
In any case, one truth he was more than well aware of was the fact that he hadn’t slept (at least, not much) for the past 48 hours and driving around right now was actually a very dangerous feat considering how droopy his eyes were getting.
No, Sasuke was not trying to avoid thinking of what happened in that cave. No, Sasuke was not trying to hide some form of guilt.
Or shame.
Perhaps.
The Uchiha sighed. That morning had been hell. As in, quite literally. He was willing to bet his pretty little Porsche that if he were to die right now and go to hell, he’d be reliving that morning for all eternity… and he was suddenly really glad to be alive.
In fact, he had never appreciated life more than he did just then.
Naturally he hadn’t managed to fall asleep after… uh, that little experience. The blond had, though. And admittedly, Sasuke couldn’t blame him. The blond was the one who suffered the most—
—regardless of the fact that it had been the usuratonkachi who had molested him.
Sasuke sighed. A part of him still didn’t believe what happened had happened.
Another part of him still couldn’t believe or reconcile to the idea that he had actually enjoyed what happened.
It was something purely physical… yes…
… but it shouldn’t have happened at all.
He wasn’t gay, for crying out loud! It was ridiculous!
Anyway, that morning, as soon as light started peeking from under the horizon, he had taken the sleeping blond (who slept like a bloody log) and dressed him, after failing to wake him.
Seriously, if they were going to get rescued, like hell would Sasuke allow anyone to see either of them in such a state of undress (not that anyone would think anything had happened—after all, Sasuke was the straightest guy around); it was just a little too… embarrassing. And awkward.
But man, the dobe was freaking heavy.
And it felt just a little weird to be dressing him.
For some strange unknown reason, he couldn’t help but be gentle. It felt like something would’ve broken if he’d woken the blond suddenly and given him a fright.
Ah, of course.
The peace.
Anyway, he hadn’t felt like jumping out into the water again and so he waited near the entrance of the cave for someone, anyone, to come around. Needless to say, the sound of an approaching motorboat was really more than very welcome to the Uchiha. However, the fact that said motorboat would include people other than Hyuuga Neji and his cousin, was something he hadn’t counted on.
That Yamanaka-whatever-it-was girl was rather extremely annoying; the way she’d twirl her long pale blonde hair around? What was she? In some sort of shampoo commercial?
And he found the fact that Hinata seemed a little too concerned about his blond charge just a little too much. Neji looked like he minded just a little too. Unfortunately, Hinata didn’t seem to notice.
And when he thought the night before that Gaara would be interested… he was really actually half-joking…
The night before… Sasuke involuntarily shuddered.
The Night Before was something he didn’t exactly want to think about.
Sort of.
O             o             O
Naruto stared at the blue sky in Shikamaru’s car as the four of them (Ino, Sakura, Shikamaru and himself) drove home. The two lovers were up front, Ino doing her usual nagging. Though it may not really seem like it on the outside, the two of them were actually pretty close and very much in love.
The fact alone that Shikamaru was going out with anyone was proof enough that he cared very deeply for the dominating blonde. Naturally, of course, it had been Ino who had initiated the relationship… but really, that was unimportant.
After all, it wasn’t about how you start things, it’s how you finish them tha—
Naruto paused, forcing down a shudder and tried not to think about who started what last night.
Sighing, he concentrated his attentions towards the sleeping pink-haired girl beside him. Sakura had fallen into a light sleep and was leaning on his right shoulder.
Now, usually, Naruto’s lower stomach would be doing summersaults by now… but… strangely enough… it wasn’t.
Naruto couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was, but something definitely changed inside him. Thing was, he wasn’t sure of anything anymore. Like, he wasn’t sure why he desperately wanted to talk to Him. To ask Him, what in the fucking hell happened.
He wasn’t so sure why he didn’t feel disgusted with himself either.
He wasn’t so sure why he really, really felt like he wanted to punch that annoying grin off that bastard’s face when, really, the bastard wasn’t worth two seconds of his precious time.
He wasn’t so sure why… why in the freaking god damn hell he was actually disappointed when he found out the guy lived in another country… another freaking time zone for all he knew, even.
And, he wasn’t so sure why the bastard felt so… so… familiar.
In any case, all Naruto was sure of was that he wanted to go home, and he wanted to go home now.
He wanted to collapse on his orange bed and be dead to the world for the next couple of days…
> You seriously talk too much, dobe. Do you not have any real friends? Leave me alone. You’ll never know how I feel.
… and maybe go online.
There was someone he really had to talk to.
He didn’t know why, but he felt as if an old online friend of his definitely had to hear this.
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Sasuke turned his key and opened the door to his quiet apartment.
“Tadaima,” he whispered to no one in particular, feeling a familiar pang when no one answered.
> Dude, you talk as if you’re the only one who lives alone. That hurts.
Sasuke wanted nothing more than to…
…than to…
Actually, Sasuke wasn’t sure what he wanted to do.
Originally, he’d wanted to go to sleep, or rest, or something…
… but doing so would mean becoming idle for a few hours and thus submit his brain into being allowed to remember things it wasn’t supposed to. He sighed. Something was definitely fucked up around here.
Walking to his room, he caught sight of the computer he’d left untouched for the past couple of days. Something resembling an idea hit him.
> It’s not like my family’s around either.
Perhaps he could go online… and have an, admittedly, long-awaited chat with an online friend of his.
Sasuke chuckled.
Idly, he wondered what Naruto would say if he told him about this weekend’s events. The guy would probably freak out. Sasuke was pretty sure he was a sort of homophobe, if the way he talked about his friends was any indication. And, though The Uchiha’d never actually seen the boy, he could pretty much imagine an oaf falling off his computer chair in shock.
It was a fairly amusing scene to imagine.
He wondered if he had blond hair just like—
Sasuke coughed, seating himself in front of his computer.
Naruto—or at least, that’s what the idiot had told him his name was. Of course, no one can really be sure on the Internet anymore, can they?—was a person he met online. At a forum, actually. Sasuke’s quite forgotten what it was exactly they had been discussing, but he remembered having a heated debate with the guy over the merits of Terrans and how Zergs were “definitely” much better.
The idiot wouldn’t give up, no matter how wrong he was.
Then again, Sasuke had eventually come to know that that was the way he was—he’d known him for practically five years now after all… and he had to admit, he chatted with him quite a bit.
What could he say? Naruto was an interesting person.
He grinned evilly at no one in particular.
And he was a person who liked over-reacting.
Sasuke very nearly considered giving Naruto a blow-by-blow recap of what happened in that cave…
… if only he weren’t trying so hard to forget it.
But… he was pretty certain the boy’s reaction would be beyond amusing.
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Naruto sighed impatiently upon discovering that Sasuke, his online friend, was not online.
He didn’t know why he was even looking for him.
Seriously. What was the point?
The guy did absolutely nothing but insult his intelligence… and for god’s sake, Naruto wasn’t that stupid. He could at least tell when someone was insulting him… most of the time.
Sort of.
So, why in the hell was he looking forward to talking to—
Naruto’s heart skipped a beat—er, that was weird—when the_Avenger went online.
O             o             O
Sasuke smiled to himself upon seeing the familiar screen name, na12uto, pop-up in greeting.
Maybe, just maybe, Sasuke should seriously consider freaking the boy out…
… Nah.
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> Oy! Sasuke!
> Yo.
> You won’t *believe* what happened this weekend!

Owari!
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