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Chapter Three: Small Admissions

�� Where�s the clone?� Naruto asked, frowning, already
knowing the answer but wanting to find out from Sasuke himself. The blond eyed
the little brunet lounging against the door jam of Naruto's bedroom, blond eyebrows
rising into his hair, wondering if his friend�s sense of style had been
corrupted by Orochimaru. The Uchiha had a swath of cloth wrapped around his
waist, knotted in place at a pale hip, and that was it aside from the bandages
around his chest. It made Sasuke look as if he was wearing an orange skirt of all
things and the jinchuuriki frowned, trying to remember if he even owned an
orange tea towel.
�� Sasuke shrugged, small shoulders only slightly stiff as
the movement pulled his wounds. He had at least allowed the clone to rewrap his
injuries before disposing of it and for that Naruto was grateful. �You took too
long.�
�� The blond shifted the box in his hands, redistributing
the heavy weight and listening to the pieces within slide around while the
shopping bags dangling from his wrists rustled. Yeah, he was late but it had
taken a while to get everything Sasuke would need during his stay, not to mention
doing it all while remaining inconspicuous.�
Though he had done it all out of the goodness of his heart, all
that running around had tired him out and coming home to be chastised by a
stupid skirt wearing teme� It did nothing to sweeten the blond�s already
fairly sour mood. He responded to the brunet�s comment with a very impatient,
�So?�
�� He tried to dress me in an inappropriate outfit and I
stabbed him with a pin.�
�� Naruto sighed, expecting as much. He frowned again as
Sasuke turned his back on him, the orange fabric catching the overhead light in
an all too familiar way while the brunet moved further into the room and out
of the other�s path. The blond glanced down at his own orange and black
outfit, horrified. ��Is that cloth from a pair of my pants?�
�� Sasuke looked over his shoulder, expression smug. He
smirked up at Naruto. �I told you I couldn�t run around naked, dobe.�
�� I can�t believe you cut up my pants!� The blond said,
outraged, stomping after the other into the bedroom, kicking the door shut
behind him. �Do you have any idea how hard it is to find them?!�
�� Standing in the middle of the room, Sasuke paused and
turned, looking up and down Naruto�s tall frame critically. The Uchiha had
never been much of a fashion follower but he did have a good idea of another
color that would look better on the blond. �You�d look better in blue. It
would bring out the color of your eyes.�
Besides
the Uchiha symbol would stand out better against the darker backdrop. Thinking
about Naruto wearing his family symbol, of being marked plainly for all the
world to see that the blond was taken and loved� It was a turn on and Sasuke
shifted his stance slightly to hide the fact that he was aroused.
�� Naruto flushed crimson and pointedly did not look at
Sasuke while setting down the box he held, preoccupied with placing the bags he
carried on the floor near the bed. Fully freed from his purchases, the blond
stood upright and leaned backward, groaning, vertebrae popping so noisily that
Sasuke wondered if something had broken. Naruto widened his stance and reached
upward, stretching his body fully before relaxing and sighing, gaze turning to
the box.
�� Some assembly required.�� Naruto frowned as he read the
small print on the side, wondering absently if a kunai would work as an
impromptu screwdriver. Picking up the box, the blond turned and sank to the
floor, folding his long legs in front of him as he opened the package. �I hate it
when they say that.�
�� What�s wrong with putting it together?� Sasuke, who had
moved to lean against a bedpost, wandered over, taking a wide route that
ensured Naruto could see him at all times. The blond was fighting with box�s
lid, muttering angrily, and it was clear that the Uchiha had no desire to be
hit by a stray elbow as the blond struggled.
Naruto�s
excitement of finally getting the box open evaporated, leaving the blond
subdued. He began laying out the pieces of wood inside the box on the floor,
silently, waiting until he had emptied the box of all its contents before
responding. �It usually means there are small parts. Small parts break easily
between large fingers.�
Blue
eyes glanced at Sasuke.
�� Ah. The Uchiha
snorted dismissively, then moved until he could climb on top of Naruto�s hand.
�Good thing I don�t break that easily.� He smirked and strode forward over the
blond�s wrist and up his arm where he began using the wrinkles in the cloth of
Naruto�s sleeve as handholds to climb up to the blond�s shoulder. From there
he used Naruto�s ear to boost himself up on top of the blond head and looked
down at the mess before them. �What are you building?��
�� Well, I figured you might want some privacy while
staying here.� Naruto said, and from the blond�s voice alone the Uchiha knew
he wasn�t going to like whatever his former teammate said next. Immediately Naruto
felt Sasuke stiffen. �But there weren�t a lot of options��
He
pulled open the instructions and the Uchiha�s dark eyes fastened on the image
displayed at the top. He grabbed a hand hold of blond hair and yanked,
shouting. �A doll house?!�
�It
was the only thing I could find!� Naruto whined, reaching up to grab Sasuke.
The brunet swatted the hand away irritably but did release his grip on the
other�s hair. The hand hovered for several seconds more then retreated as the
blond lamented about bald spots. Paper crinkled as Naruto smoothed the
instructions on the floor, one tan finger following a line of text while his other
hand reached for the appropriate pieces. Sasuke leaned forward slightly,
using the blond�s forehead protector as a handhold to prevent him from
tumbling forward.
�Dobe,
it says insert part �A� into slot �B.� You�re holding part �F� and mashing it into
slot �E!��
�Yeah
well, I don�t do this very often.� Naruto grumbled, body jerking as he pulled
the wooden pieces apart. The movement destabilized the Uchiha, making Sasuke
scramble to grab thick chunks of blond hair in order to stay put. He gave one handful
a particularly nasty yank to communicate his displeasure over being nearly
unseated.
�Give
me the directions!� The brunet demanded.
�I
don�t think they�ll fold that small.�
Sasuke
reached forward and smacked Naruto�s forehead before speaking. �At this rate
you�ll destroy the pieces before we can even assemble the damn thing!�
Petulantly,
Naruto ignored him and continued to try and make pieces not meant to go
together fit. Sasuke waited, listening as the blond made frustrated sounds and
watched as his friend became more and more agitated.
Naruto
threw up his hands in surrender, reaching for the sheet included for the doll
house and folding it several times until it was a size that the Uchiha could
handle. �Fine! You read, I�ll assemble. Just don�t get a paper cut or anything.
I don�t know how to reattach an arm��
Sasuke
accepted the paper, annoyed that even folded as small as it was the paper
forced him to extend his arms as far as they could go. Finding the appropriate
selection, dark eyes scanned over the text briefly before issuing instructions
to the waiting blond.

Even
working together, it still took them two hours to build the damn house.
�Dobe,
honestly, why didn�t you go with something simple?� Sasuke asked, flinging away
the instructions, exasperated as he looked over the three story monstrosity. It
was white- white walls with white floors, just completely white both inside and
out. The wood was thicker than he would have imagined what was possibly
necessary for a doll house and he honestly didn�t know why Naruto hadn�t just
gone with something cheaper and thinner. Admittedly, though it was cool and was
a whole house that could be opened wide by unlocking the latch on the side that
held each side together. The front door worked, the windows opened and closed
and there was even a sun deck at the very top of the building that the Uchiha
could reach via a set of stairs and another working door from the third story.
It had to be the top of the line model but, honestly, it wasn�t as if Sasuke
would be staying in it for that long�
At
least that�s what he hopped. Orochimaru�s jutsu would eventually wear off; he
just had to wait it out.
Naruto
shifted, making Sasuke growl in warning not to repeat the action. �They were
too flimsy. I was afraid they would collapse on you.�
Oh. Sasuke
didn�t thank the other for his thoughtfulness verbally, but began running his
hand through the thick blond hair idly.
�So,
did you want to decorate it now?� Naruto asked, and the tired drag to his voice
did not go unnoticed by the brunet.
�Just
give me a towel for bedding and some of the clothes you got me.� Naruto�s
stomach growled loudly and Sasuke forced himself not to smirk. �Then we�ll make
dinner.�
�Pfft.
Towel.� Naruto muttered, leaning forward carefully to snag the handles of one
of the shopping bags and dragging it over. He offered his hand to Sasuke and
the Uchiha climbed onto it, allowing himself to be deposited gently on the
small sun deck. He watched as Naruto began rummaging around in the bag,
withdrawing several small boxes. �Like I wouldn�t get you a bed.�
The
diminutive Uchiha leaned against the railing of the deck, surprised that beds
could be made that small and that Naruto would remember to get one. The blond
unwrapped one of the smaller boxes, parted the tissue paper and pulled out
Sasuke�s new bed, holding it up for the brunet to see. �Ta da!�
�It was a low fourposter that greatly resembled
the bed in his former bedroom in his parents� home in the Uchiha district, a
fact that Sasuke suspected was deliberate and not merely coincidental. Naruto
was trying very hard to make adjusting easy for the Uchiha and the brunet was
grateful. He even smiled as the blond undid the latch on the side of the house
and opened it enough to set the bed in one of the upper rooms. Naruto pulled
something else from the shopping bag and turned his attention back to the
house, fussing with something for so long that Sasuke�s patience began to run out.
Before the brunet could say anything, though, the blond sat back, beaming.
�There-
your bed�s made. Now for some clothes.� Naruto said happily, pulling a smaller
shopping bag out of the larger one, then digging through it. �Clothes, clothes,
clothes��
�� Finding something, Naruto looked up at
Sasuke grinning mischievously and the Uchiha swore to Kami that if the dobe
pulled out a maid uniform or something similar, that he would kill the
jinchuuriki and not feel guilty, secret crush or no.
The
blond held out an orange T-shirt and a pair of black pants to the miniature
brunet. �I looked around but they were all out of blue or white. I asked them
to hold me a few when they come in.�
�No
boxers?� Sasuke asked, examining the clothing and wrinkling his nose at the
Velcro clasp near the neck of the shirt and at the back of his new pants.
�Dolls
are popular here but not that popular apparently.� Naruto said, shrugging as he
stood. He preformed another full body, bone popping stretch then eased his hand
over the back of his neck tiredly.
�Dolls?�
Sasuke stared up at him, appalled and outraged. �You went shopping for me in a doll store?!�
Naruto
frowned down at him before sinking to the balls of his feet in a squat so that
they were relatively eye to eye, his puzzlement as to what the problem was
clear. �Where else was I supposed to shop? I don�t know how to sew well enough
to make anything, teme, and normal shops don�t carry size �Extra Teeny Weenie!�
There is no �shrunk ninja� section for gear or weapons or food! Tell me Sasuke,
where the hell else would I be able to shop for you besides a doll shop?!�
The
blond was angry and, belatedly, the Uchiha realized that Naruto had every
right to be pissed with him. His friend had gone to a lot of trouble without
any form of protest, had done the best possible considering the situation, and
here Sasuke was, throwing it back in Naruto�s face, acting like a spoiled
child.
�You�re
right.� Sasuke said, feeling his face flush brightly. It was hard but he forced
himself to meet Naruto�s angry blue eyes with his own dark ones as he
apologized. �I�m sorry.�
Startled
at the admission and his sudden victory, Naruto blinked, anger evaporating. He
looked away and scratched the back of his neck �Yeah, well, I�d be pissed, too,
I suppose.� He looked back at Sasuke, a grin splitting his face. �Now, go
change out of your skirt so you can come help me in the kitchen. I don�t want
to be flashed if you have to bend over.�
Sasuke,
still feeling slightly defensive after his very unUchiha-like apology immediately
retaliated at the perceived slight that he had nothing between his legs worth
looking at. Once he was normal sized again, he was going to make sure that
Naruto got a good long look at exactly what he had to offer, damn it.
�Afraid
you might like what you see?� He taunted.
�No.�
Naruto said, standing and heading for the door. �I�m afraid I might see that
stick up your ass and never be able to forget the sight.� He shuddered in the
doorway and hugged himself dramatically. �The nightmares�!�
�I�ll
show you what�s stuck up my ass!� The Uchiha exploded, his face flushed as he
waved his new shirt at the blond staring at him. Immediately Sasuke wished he
could curl up and disappear as Naruto continued to stare at him wide eyed from
the doorway. The brunet�s face burned and he gave into the temptation to bow
his head under the pretense of examining the stitching of his new shirt as
Naruto�s slow, heavy footsteps echoed in the room. Eyes firmly on the orange
fabric, Sasuke could feel Naruto�s body heat wash over him as the other
crouched down in front of the doll house again.
�I
really hope that someday you do, Sasuke.� Naruto said softly, voice somber. It
made Sasuke look up, confused, his heart hammering as he tried to decide if the
blond was making a lecherous comment or not. But Naruto�s face was serious,
his eyes sad, as he regarded Sasuke solemnly and the sight made the Uchiha�s
heart beat rapidly for an entirely different reason.
Before
Sasuke could say anything, Naruto stood and walked out of the room without
another word, leaving the small brunet utterly confused and feeling vaguely
ashamed.�

Dinner
was a quiet affair between them. Sasuke had changed into his new clothes but
didn�t have the heart to tell the blond that they itched badly and that the
jinchuuriki would have to take them back tomorrow. He doubted the Leaf shinobi
would appreciate it, especially since Naruto�s energetic personality seemed to
have vanished after their conversation. The blond picked at his food, moving
it listlessly around his plate as his eyes stared at the table, deep in thought
and the Uchiha felt a great trepidation fill him at the prospect of disturbing
his friend�s thoughts.�
Sasuke
didn�t feel like eating either but he forced himself to finish his meal since
his body needed the nourishment to heal. He was being forced to eat with his
fingers, something he really didn�t enjoy, but Naruto had been unable to find
usable utensils in his size that didn�t smell of lead. So the Uchiha nibbled on
a grain of rice the size of his fist, absently tapping his fingers against the
plastic of his plate and cup where it sat on his table. The blond had
purchased a small doll-sized kitchen table and a matching chair so that the
brunet could sit down with him for dinner with some sense of normalcy.
Unfortunately,
Sasuke felt anything but normal as he watched his friend push food around his
plate. The Uchiha was confused and still bothered by his friend�s earlier
comment, unsure as to what he should do or how to broach the subject to get the
blond to explain. It made him angry that he couldn�t seem to figure out
Naruto�s words- he was supposed to be a genius but here he was, baffled.
Naruto
had always accused him of being emotionally repressed which, ironically, had
always made Sasuke show more emotion since the blond had been the only one
capable of getting past the walls Sasuke had put in place to keep everyone else
at bay. The idea had been to not let anyone else ever get close to the Uchiha�s
heart again so that he would never have to feel the soul-crushing loss that
accompanied losing another precious person a second time. Sasuke had worked
hard to close himself off from those around him but� It had been so lonely
behind those walls, so cold and empty that when Naruto- bright, warm and
friendly Naruto- had come along, Sasuke had been practically begging for
freedom. Naruto had overwhelmed the barriers the Uchiha had set in place and
had encouraged Sasuke to show more of himself, had made the brunet want to smash
those barriers from the inside, desperate to connect with another person again.
He still felt the need, the urge to reach out and connect with Naruto, but he
didn�t know how to bridge this divide between them.� His ineptitude was choking him, the words
building up in his throat until they finally forced their way out.��
�I
missed you!� Sasuke blurted, cheeks burning as the meaning of his statement
sunk in, wondering what kind of insanity had overtaken him. It had to be the
poison, yes that was it, the poison made him do it! Though he kept his face
blank, he watched Naruto fearfully for signs of rejection.
The
blond froze and slowly raised his head to look at the Uchiha. Blue eyes stared
at him questioningly, trying to pull more words from Sasuke except that the
brunet didn�t have any more. When the Uchiha remained quiet, Naruto sat back
in his chair and folded his arms over his chest as he watched the diminutive
ninja while he spoke. �Wow, did it hurt that bad?�
The
brunet blinked, confused again. �Did what hurt that bad?�
�Pulling
some of that stick out.�� Naruto
deadpanned.
The
blush returned, pissing him off and Sasuke said the only thing that would come
to mind. �Dobe!�
Silence
stretched between them for several seconds before a snort came from the
jinchuuriki.
�You
should see your face! You look like a tomato!� Naruto�s smile was brilliant,
like the sun bursting through the clouds, but it was only when the blond threw
back his head and roared with laughter that the Uchiha truly knew that things
were okay between them again.
Still
though, he could hardly allow the insult to go by unpunished. As Naruto
continued to laugh, Sasuke scooped up a handful of rice off his plate, packing
it tightly into a ball before throwing it, nailing the blond between the eyes.
The Uchiha smirked openly, tilting back in his chair smugly as he enjoyed his
victory.
At
least until Naruto picked him up, chair and all, and set him on a bookshelf
with no way down short of falling to his death. Then it was Naruto�s turn to
smirk, which he did with great relish as he sprawled out on the couch in his
small living room and turned on the TV, raising the volume to drown out
Sasuke�s loud protests.

�Aw,
come on, Teme.� Naruto whined softly, shifting slightly and making the bath
water slosh around the edges of the tub. �You�re not still mad, are you?�
From
his perch on an overturned tea cup located on a corner bath ledge near the
spigot, Sasuke ignored him, sitting stiffly in the corner, his back turned
toward the blond as the brunet lathered his body with suds from the sliver
of soap Naruto had cut for him. The jinchuuriki could see the twin lines of the
healing wounds on the pale expanse directed at him, and sighed quietly. He didn�t
view the marring as ugly since, to Naruto, Sasuke had always been beautiful and
the scars the brunet would carry because of this injury didn�t so much as take
away from that beauty but enhanced it in a way the jinchuuriki couldn�t really
explain.
The
blond leaned his head back, pouting quietly. In retrospect he probably
shouldn�t have pushed Sasuke to share or
trapped the ailing ninja in a place he couldn�t escape from. Emotional sharing
was not the Uchiha�s strong suit; Sasuke repressed, bottling everything up, and
Naruto firmly believed that this behavior had contributed in a big way to the
brunet�s defection.
But
Sasuke was here now and Naruto refused to repeat the mistakes of the past. He
wanted his friend to share openly about his fears and dreams, to talk about his
time away like any normal person would do after an extended absence. Naruto was
determined to get Sasuke to open up but maybe this had been too much too soon
and he contented himself with the knowledge that he had at least opened the door
to such communications. It was up to the Uchiha now if Sasuke would walk
through it.
Naruto
sighed loudly and closed his eyes, irritated at his own exuberance. He should
have waited but waiting had never been his strong suit to any degree just like
sharing had never been Sasuke�s. He felt his lips twist into an almost smile,
finding it ironic that they balanced each other out in these areas- Naruto was
always willing to share what was on his mind and Sasuke had patience to spare.
He
tried to relax in the warm water, to let the tension in his muscles go, but
couldn�t, too worried about the new potential rift between himself and Sasuke
he may have caused. The blond shifted several times, suddenly annoyed by the
fact that he was too tall for the cramped tub, something that had never been a
problem before now. The porcelain seemed to dig into his back no matter what
position he took and when he huffed at the ceiling in irritation, the blond
noticed how obscenely cracked the surface above was. Naruto frowned, unhappy
and dissatisfied. He had already gotten clean in a brief shower prior to
drawing the bath and the whole point of the soaking in the water had been to
relax. Now that his mood had been ruined, it was definitely time to get out of
the tub.
�� Hey, Sasuke, you done?� Naruto asked, staring blankly at
the ceiling, letting his voice drag. He was apparently not fully recovered from
his week of sleepless nights and he had no desire to fall asleep in the tub.
The blond was still irritated and vaguely angry but they were familiar
emotions, the same he had felt immediately following the Uchiha�s departure.
Naruto had learned to deal with them in the subsequent years afterward and
though they would dampen his evening, they would not keep him awake as they
once would have.
�� How many stores did you go to?� Water splashed,
presumably the brunet rinsing himself off with the empty toothpaste cap Naruto
had given him to serve as a bucket.
�� It wasn�t quite a question the blond had been expecting
and Naruto�s eyebrows rose into his hairline, lips pursing as he thought of his
answer, mentally retracing his route. �Hmm. Let�s see... There was the doll
store for furniture and clothes. Then the toy store for the house �cause the
ones at the doll store looked like they�d fall over if I blew on them.� �� Naruto yawned, his eyes tearing in
the process. He rubbed at his eyes, idly shifting his knees above the waterline
and submerging his upper body slightly lower. �I think that�s it� No, wait, I
went to the pet store at some point��
�The
pet store? I�m not a pet, dobe!� Sasuke�s annoyance could be plainly heard and
Naruto cracked an eye in time to see the Uchiha jump from the bath ledge to
Naruto�s nearby knee. Unfortunately, Naruto�s skin was still slick and, in a
very inelegant display, the brunet slipped, falling onto the towel the blond
had draped around his waist for modesty and politeness; he was sharing the bath
and somehow going commando as usual seemed rude with Sasuke there. The Uchiha
seemed to feel the same way and had used the orange swath he�d been wearing
earlier in a similar fashion.
�Are
you alright?� Naruto reacted immediately, reaching down to cup his
hands around the fallen Uchiha. He brought Sasuke to rest against his chest,
holding him there as the blond pushed himself higher above the water line.
Sitting up, Naruto peered down anxiously at the diminutive brunet,
carefully running his fingers over the small body in a search for broken bones.
When he found nothing, he focused on Sasuke�s head, disturbing the soaked dark
hair as he hunted for signs of head trauma.
�� I�m not made of glass, Naruto!� The Uchiha snapped,
moving stiffly as he righted himself. He began shoving the blond�s fingers
away roughly.��
�� Irritation welled within the blonde. �No, you�re not, but
you can still be hurt fairly easily by the same stuff that you would normally
brush off. Sasuke, you are six inches tall and whether you admit it or not,
this does have a significant impact right now!�
�� I�ll be back to normal soon!� Sasuke hissed at him, face
flushed faintly red though from anger or embarrassment, Naruto wasn�t sure which. �The
jutsu has to end eventually.�
�� And that would bring a whole other set of problems, the
blond knew. �I know it will end, Sasuke, but...Wait,� Naruto frowned as a
thought occurred to him. �Teme, how long have you been like this?�
�� Not long.� Sasuke said evasively, suddenly preoccupied
with rotating his right shoulder.
�� Naruto cupped his hands around the brunet and sat up
suddenly, glaring down at the annoyed brunet. Placing his thumbs carefully on
Sasuke�s chest, he pinned the Uchiha firmly, his voice a low growl as he spoke.
�How. Long.�
�� Dark eyes glared up at him with anger so strong, so
clear, that Naruto should have been running away as fast as he could to get out
of retaliation range. The blond, though, was familiar with how Sasuke used his
anger to mask other emotions and ignored the defense mechanism in favor of
searching deeper into those dark depths, quickly finding the fear and
desperation hiding underneath.
�� Teme,� The blond asked, his voice softening though his
eyes bore intently into the Uchiha�s. �How long have you been like this?�
�� Sasuke was quiet for several tense seconds but some of
the fear Naruto had detected earlier leaked into his expression. ��Two weeks.�
�� It was Naruto�s turn to be quiet as he processed this
information. Sasuke had been bite sized for two weeks- it was a miracle he had
made it to Konoha at all given the abundant wildlife residing within the
forests surrounding the village. The blond forced the fear he felt for his
friend to the rear of his mind and smiled reassuringly at the brunet. �You�re
right; the jutsu can�t last for much longer, a few more days at the most. You
should treat this like a vacation and enjoy it, Teme.�
�� The confident words sounded hollow to Naruto�s ears but
Sasuke nodded as if he believed and that was enough for the blond. They
finished their bath together and climbed out, Naruto quickly wrapped around
himself before covering the Uchiha with a dry corner of cloth.� He proceeded to dry the tiny ninja thoroughly
making Sasuke�s dark hair fluff up in all directions much to the brunet�s
annoyance. It made him look like a dandelion and Naruto said as much, grinning
wickedly as he walked to his bedroom, Sasuke fuming silently on his shoulder.
�� The blond set the brunette on the bed then bent to fish
around in one of the larger shopping bags, pulling out a set of pajamas for
Sasuke to change into.
�� These ought to keep you warm.� Naruto said, pleased with
the set he was presenting and not understanding the incredulous expression
covering his friend�s face.
�� I�m not wearing those.� The Uchiha said flatly.
�� Why not?� The material was soft enough, something that
the blond had listed as a necessity for Sasuke�s pale skin, and the color
pleasing- a baby blue. Naruto didn�t understand what the problem was. �What�s
wrong with them?�
�� It�s covered in ducks, dobe!� Sasuke fumed, pointing at
the set of nightclothes angrily. �I�m not wearing that!�
�� Naruto frowned, studying the patterned clothing and
trying to keep a straight face. �Not real ducks, Teme, rubber duckies. There�s
a difference. See rubber duckies��
�� I know what the difference is!� Sasuke shouted, irate.
He was standing still as a statue, pale skin flushed red, little fists clenched
tightly at his sides. The Uchiha would have looked fierce if his hair hadn�t
still been standing out at all angles, the ends curling slightly as they dried.�
�� It�s blue.� The blond wheedled, unable to keep from
smiling at the other, knowing it would only irritate the brunet further.
Their fighting was a form of stress relief, always had been and probably always
would be, and Naruto had missed it
terribly while Sasuke had been gone. He laid the set down on the bed near
Sasuke, as if putting it in closer proximity would make it more enticing to the
small ninja.�
�� No.�
�� The tone was petulant and Naruto turned around, pressing
his lips together to hold in the laughter trying to escape. To keep a straight
face he concentrated on drying himself off, undoing the knot of cloth at his
waist and pulling his towel off, wadding the material. He kept his back to the
bed as he slowly began using the towel to lightly remove the moisture still
clinging to his body. He fell easily into his usual bedtime preparation
routine, absorbed by it almost instantly as he scrubbed the cloth through his
hair then moved to dry his upper body before bending over to do his legs.
Straightening again he lifted each leg, drying each foot one at a time.�
�� A sound from the bed made him abruptly remember that
Sasuke was in the room, startling the blond and making his jump. He hastily
covered himself with the towel, holding it awkwardly with one hand while
scratching the back of his neck sheepishly with the other. �Um, sorry? Went on
autopilot... Oh, hey, you�re wearing the pajamas! Are they too hot, Teme?
You�re face is all red again��
�� I�m fine!� The Uchiha snapped, pulling his top down as
far as it would go. �Hurry up and get dressed!�
�� Right. Sorry.� The blond strode over to his closet
immediately and wrapped his knuckles against the wooden door before opening it
and pulling out a random sleep set of pajamas and a pair of boxers, absently brushing
the fabric from habit before getting dressed. When the last button was done, he
walked back to the bed and held his hand out, waiting for Sasuke to settle on
his palm before lifting it upward.
�� I think this might be more comfortable than my shoulder.
Besides, I need my hands free while I make a snack.� Naruto said, pulling open
the breast pocket of his pajama top and waiting for Sasuke to slide
inside.� He took a step and then stopped,
snickering quietly.
�� What?� The Uchiha asked, sounding annoyed as he settled,
steadfastly not looking up at the blond.
�� Naruto snickered again as he continued on his way. �I�ve
got an Uchiha in my pocket.�
�� The blond had no idea how right he was.
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