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The Proposal	By : LoneReader3173 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 3575 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters there in, nor do I profit from this story or these characters in anyway.

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A/N: Hello, and thank you to everyone who has been reading this story so far. Thank you also to Moodysavage for taking the time to write a review. :)
This chapter turned out shorter than I would have liked, but I felt that if I included everything that I wanted with the next part, that it would have turned out way too long ^^;
That being said, the next chapter should be quite a bit lengthier to make up for it. <3

Chapter Three: Repercussions

Cold water ran over the tips of his fingers, giving his mind something to focus other than the aching in his skull and the nausea in his stomach. Sasuke rested more heavily on his forearms, leaning down towards the bathroom faucet to splash more water on his face.
He had awoken to the pounding headache that only came to those associated with a night of bad choices. If it weren’t for dire urge to pee and empty the contents of his stomach, he’d would’ve have left his bed at all today.
He looked up from the faucet and caught sight of his own reflection in the mirror. The figure that stared blearily back at him was almost not recognizable as himself. Dark circles hung beneath his dark eyes, making the already pale skin look even more pallid and gaunt. The nausea felt in his stomach showed in the slightly greenish tinge to his flesh and paleness of his lips. The spiky dark hair he usually kept freshly styled was stinking up in more places than he would have liked, and his bangs were plastered to his forehead with sweat.

Sasuke groaned at his appearance and slid to the floor to rest against the cabinet. He wasn’t even sure what time it was or whether it was morning or afternoon. From his place on the bathroom floor, he could see the bedroom window, part of the bed and his nightstand. It was definitely day time, judging by the sun streaming through the dark blue curtains. His eyes followed the ray of light to where it fell across the nightstand. There on top of the smooth wooden surface sat a bottle of water, a Gatorade, and small blow he prayed contained some sort of medication. He stared at them for a few more minutes, watching the droplets of condensation roll down the cold plastic bottle, debating if he really wanted to move, or if it would still be shameful to crawl back to bed if no one could see him.

Groaning again he forced himself to stand up and walk back to his bed. ‘Uchihas don’t crawl,’ he thought. ‘Uchihas don’t get black out drunk and make out with their fake boyfriends in public, either.’ Another voice reminded him. He picked up the bottle water and pressed it to his throbbing head. ‘Uchihas aren’t gay.’

He sat back down on the bed and picked up the small glass dish, which did indeed contain pills. Four of them, in fact. Two he thought might be Tylenol, another maybe a vitamin, and the fourth he had no clue. Trusting his roommate, turned boyfriend, he tipped the dish into his mouth and washed it down with the Gatorade.

Keeping the water bottle pressed to his head, he climbed back into bed and closed his eyes. He hadn’t gotten himself this drunk since he’d been old enough to do so legally. Remembering a time when his body had been more used to it, he wondered if the consequences had always been this rough.
Sasuke’s mind kept trying to wander back to Naruto and what the effects would be of being forced out the closet he’d been so comfortable to hide in, but he kept pushing the thoughts away. There would be a time when he was more prepared to deal with it, but not right now.

Just as sleep began to take him once more, the door to Sasuke’s room slowly creaked opened. He lifted an eyelid part way to look at the person he already knew would be standing there.

“You should really learn to knock.” He said much more coldly than he’d intended.
Naruto was standing in the beam of sunlight streaming in from his window. The effect of his handsome face bathed in the golden light made Sasukes stomach flutter and his face heat up. The light made his blonde hair shine like a wheat field at sunset, and cerulean of his eyes sparkled like ocean depths.
He rolled over to the side and hid his face with his arms. “You’re too bright, go away.”

“That’s no way to talk to you boyfriend, you know.” He replied, just as coolly.

“You aren’t really my boyfriend, so I don’t feel guilty.” He couldn’t get Naruto’s face out of his mind now, and hoped he’d rolled over fast enough to hide his growing erection.

“Yeah, about that...” he walked around to the other side of Sasuke’s bed and climbed in next to him, lying on his back with his fingers laced behind his head. “We need to talk.”

“No we don’t.” He wished Naruto would just leave before he embarrassed himself even more.

“What exactly is this plan of yours?” Naruto continued as though Sasuke had not spoken at all.

Sasuke sighed, knowing this wasn’t a battle he was going to win. “My brother is getting married in a few months. If my last family visit is anything to go by, my parents are of the mind set that if he is getting married, that means it’s time for me to do so as well. However, for some reason, they refuse to believe that I’m gay and are trying to marry me off in a way that would benefit them. Money. Politics. That kind of thing.” He spoke slowly and refused to uncover his face to make himself better heard. “My hope is that by bringing you on this vacation, that I can convince them that I’m telling the truth and forcing me to marry some girl would destroy my happiness. Assuming that’s something they care about, that is.” He sighed again. Saying it out loud forced him to face the ridiculousness of it all. “It’s a long shot, but the only one I have, if I want to finish school and fulfill my own dreams.” If he failed, he’d either be completely on his own, or married to a women he didn’t know.

Naruto was quiet and did not reply right away, causing Sasuke to nearly fall asleep again. When he finally spoke, Sasuke jumped a little in surprise. “Ok. When do we leave?”

“Three weeks.” Sasuke groaned in irritation and embarrassment.

“Then tomorrow we are going on a date.” He stood up from the bed and stretched while Sasuke watched him from the corner of his eye.

“No. Why?” Dating was the reason he didn’t have a boyfriend, among other things. He’d never understood relationships.

“Two reasons.” He held two fingers up to Sasuke, lowering one he said, “first, because we should probably get to know each other better in order to make this any sort of believable.” He lowered his second finger, “and second, because I’ve seen you try to lie, and you are terrible at it. So this gives you a legitimate answer when someone asks what our first date was. We won’t have to rely on your bluff skills. And trust me, they will ask.”

Sasuke nodded in defeated agreement, and Naruto made to leave the room, but paused as he opened the door. “By the way, I’m sorry for outing you last night. That was a dick move on my part.”

Sasuke shook his head, “I doesn’t matter.” He yawned before adding, “maybe once this is all over, it’ll be easier to get laid.”

Naruto chuckled and shook his head slightly, “Eight o’clock tomorrow, then.” And the door clicked shut behind him.

Sasuke let out a slow breath. His aching head was now overloaded with thought. He wished Naruto had waited until tomorrow to talk about all this. He searched for his phone, which he found dead in the pocket of the jeans he’d slept in. He plugged it in and waited for it to charge enough to turn on, dreading what he’d see when it did.
At first nothing happened. The home screen appeared, and the time of 9:34 flashed up at him, but there were no notifications, or phone calls, or messages. Then all of a sudden, they began flooding in. One after the other, so many, so fast, that he couldn’t keep up reading them.
He opened his messages and read the ones from his friends first, as it was their opinions that really mattered to him. Jugo had simply sent him a single emoji that winked up at Sasuke, reminding him that he needed to talk to his best friend about his apparent meddling.

Next there was a message from Karin. This one was accompanied by a photo himself with his arms around Naruto’s neck kissing him deeply at the party. It was a good photo, he had to admit. Her message praised his good luck at finding someone such pleasing physical characteristics, while also stating the embarrassment she felt for not realizing Sasukes interest in men sooner, and lamenting the years she’d spent hitting on him. She also included a warning that the photo she sent she had gotten off Instagram and that there were several more like it. Her broken up way of texting was the reason he’d thought there were more massages. Sasuke knew no one else that could turn a single sentence into three or four different texts.

Sasuke looked but found no message from Suigetsu, which was odd and left a knot of concern in his chest. The only other message was from his brother, asking him to call.

Sasuke checked the time again. He would need to sound more alert if he was going to talk to Itachi, or his brother would know he’d been drinking again. But if he waited too long, Itachi would wonder why it had taken him so long to return the call, and probably surmise that he’d been drinking again. He set the phone down, and massaged his temples. Itachi was the very last person he wanted to disappoint.

Deciding to ignore what was sure to be a drama full Instagram feed, and that he’d wait until ten to call his brother back, Sasuke forced himself out of bed, dressed, headed for the kitchen. Naruto was there already, standing at the counter cutting up small pieces of ham and other meat scraps and placing them into a plastic bag. Sasuke had seen him feeding these to a stray small orange kitten that lived in an alley way between their apartment and campus. Sasuke liked cats, and seeing this had earned Naruto some respect in Sasuke’s eyes.

He looked up as Sasuke began rummaging through the cupboards for something to settle his stomach. “Did you ever name that cat?” He asked the boy conversationally. Naruto had been correct that they would need to get to know each other better, but he was unsure of how to go about it. Making friends had never come easy to him.

“Nah. It’s best not to get attached. Strays live a hard life, and it not like I could bring him here. I already checked.” He shrugged and zipped the baggie of scraps closed. “What are you looking for?”

“Something that will satisfy my hunger but not trigger my nausea.” He paused his search to close his eyes to relieve them of the bright kitchen light. His head was still pounding.

“There’s ramen in that cabinet to your left.” He offered in what, Sasuke assumed, was meant to be a helpful manner.

“That’s not food.” He retorted at the blonde.

“Blasphemy!” Sasuke winced at the volume of his voice, and he continued more softly. “Fine then. Here.” He opened the cabinet to Sasuke’s right to reveal soda crackers and various cartons of broth among other soups.

Rather than thanking him, Sasuke stared blankly at the open cupboard. Another though had occurred to him. “Have you seen the photos of us online?”

“Nope, I don’t do social media.” He started cleaning up the scraps he hadn’t salvaged and tossed them away. Sasuke hoisted himself up onto the counter next to where Naruto was working and pulled his phone out to showed him the one Karin had sent. “Well, looks like we got them convinced at least.” He said glancing over.

“Hn.” He was right about that. Perhaps this wouldn’t be quite as difficult as he’d thought.

Naruto wiped his hands on a dish cloth and took the phone for a closer look, smiling down at the photo, he winked at Sasuke before handing it back. “We look good together.” He teased.

Sasuke started to roll his is eyes, but was shocked to find himself standing back on the kitchen floor rather than his seat on the counter. “What the-“

“Don’t sit where we eat.” His roommate commented, abruptly taking his leave of Sasuke and their apartment.

Sasuke was too startled to respond. That was twice now that Naruto has picked him up and moved him about like it was nothing. It was definitely not something he was used to.
At six feet tall with an athletic build, sasuke had never considered himself small or delicate, but Naruto certainly had a way of making him feel just that. What was worse, Sasuke wasn’t all that sure he really minded. His stomach turned in anticipation of things to come between them. Despite there being no one to see it, he covered his face to hide the blush that heated his cheeks as memories of willingly climbing into Naruto’s lap the previous evening returned.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Sasuke returned to his phone. He still had yet to eat, but it was time to call his brother back.
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