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I have finished the chapter breakdowns. There are 14 common chapters and then each story will diverge from there.
When all was said and done, Sasuke wondered if the council was still more enamored of the Uchiha name than the Godaime had indicated. He felt the consequences for his actions were light.
He was confined to the Konoha for six months and was to begin making amends to the citizenry by performing D-ranked missions. Tsunade had added her own twist by insisting that the mission fees be donated to Naruto’s favorite charity; the orphanage. Thankfully this was no hardship as his family's considerable resources, including those of every aunt, uncle, cousin and grandparent, were untouched and waiting for him.
He was allowed to train and was even permitted to test for Chunin, Jounin and then Anbu when he thought he was ready. If he wanted it, a job was waiting for him at the end of the confinement.
It seemed to him the hardest part of his penalty was the upcoming days in Sakura’s custody.
Sakura dusted her hands off and looked around at her handy work.
Sasuke was due to be dropped off in just a few hours and the rooms of his house were spotless. There was not a smudge or piece of dust anywhere and the floors gleamed. A meal was cooking in the kitchen and the main rooms smelled heavenly. Several of the surfaces had artistically haphazard displays of Sakura’s hairbrush, bottles of lotion, a small handbag, and a dainty pair of fingerless gloves.
She worried that she wasn’t discreet enough in the bedroom and bath. Yes, they smelled like the fragrance she always wore, and her clothes were folded in neat piles in both rooms, but she fretted over leaving some of her lacier things on the tops of the piles. Better to weave a subtle web with gossamer threads then throw a net.
Sasuke was smart and he would bolt if he smelled a trap.
Sasuke smelled a trap before he passed the dilapidated gate of the Uchiha district. He saw the lights on in his old house as he entered the compound and already he could smell a myriad of odors; food, perfume, cleaning chemicals.
He ground his teeth when he heard one of the Anbu escorts snickering.
The scroll he had from the Hokage and the council explained that he was free to return to one of the buildings within the Uchiha boundaries, or, if he chose, an apartment away from the peeling paint, overgrown vegetation and bloodstained walls of the abandoned neighborhood. He was still undecided about that, the unease skittering down his spine at odds with the need to explore his roots.
Now, after arriving at the compound, he’d been supremely annoyed to find that Sakura had taken it upon herself to choose for him. His family’s home? Of all his options for living quarters, his own home had less appeal than a box in an alley. As he stepped across the threshold into the main living area, he imagined he could still smell the blood of his parents.
Finding his cool center, he reminded himself that he only had to accommodate Sakura for less than two weeks. If he could live with Sound ninja for three years, he could live with the pink haired Jounin for ten days.
Anyway, he could use the time to sort through his resources, and his emotions, and determine the location that would suit him best. Then he could settle in and bid Sakura farewell in one decisive move.
His resolve firming, he removed his shoes. He could do this. After all, it would be two weeks of clean quarters, good food and hot running water. And he could just explain the situation to his old teammate. She was an adult now and would accept how things were.
“Sakura, I’m here.”
The days with Sakura turned out to be more stressful than Sasuke had anticipated. She was always there, insisting on pitching in as Sasuke sorted through the other buildings and the surrounding gardens.
He would have preferred privacy while he dealt with the emotions bombarding him as he reacquainted himself with the streets and buildings of his childhood home. He didn’t want to share his turmoil and grief as mundane household items triggered bittersweet memories, or as ghostly images and sounds filled his mind as he turned down one lane after another. But when he broached the subject she would just squeeze his arm and argue that, since she had to be there anyway, she might as well be useful.
They ate every meal together and after the first couple of hours she began filling the silence with a steady stream of something Sasuke couldn't identify because he was ignoring it.
Occasionally after she left for the day, he imagined he still felt her presence as he showered and readied himself for bed, but since she had become so much stronger, and because he knew that the premises were filled with her belongings, he chalked it up to chakra residue. He almost believed it.
The most alarming thing was the shear quantity of Sakura's things that were now in his house. Since her logic was mostly sound, he bit his tongue at the piles of her clothing; the need for spare garments was not totally unforeseen. The kitchen tools and bag of books, as well, seemed, on the surface, innocuous enough. The basket of her sleepwear however had him waffling between blunt explanations of their status and the desire to toss the things right out the front door into the road.
Instead he would just look at her several times a day and ask, “Sakura, you know we’re friends, right?”
The soulful looks she would give him when she nodded made him question whether she was getting the message.
But he hesitated to push harder. Acutely aware of his standing in the community, and Sakura’s standing as the Hokage’s protégé, he said nothing more, opting to just subtly deal with her frequent excursions into his personal space for the few days remaining.
While she kept her distance for his community service missions, after the first couple of days, she took to scheduling his free time. Since it hadn’t been forbidden, she used an inspired bit of insight and suggested sparring. It left both of them frustrated. She couldn’t begin to compete with him and he bored quickly. The encounters digressed into nothing more than attempts by her to put her hands on him and he would stalk out of the training grounds leaving her to follow.
Her next effort revolved around socializing. Sasuke needed to make friends again, she advised, as if she thought he had ever made friends before. He found himself sitting at one gathering after another, suffering through gossip and an increasing encroachment by the konoichi into his bodily territory. It had become a full time job removing her hand from one body part or another.
Not that he would have chosen to stop these trips out into the public. This was much better than the sparring because, in spite of the nuisance Sakura was, invariably the conversations would gravitate to the one topic about which he yearned to hear; Naruto. If he really was, at heart, antisocial and hated these gatherings, he wouldn't give up the access to information on the blond.
So he went along with Sakura to one tea after another, spending his time daydreaming about real training until three syllables would catch his attention.
Through his eavesdropping, Sasuke learned astonishing things about the blond. Son of the Yondaime? Kami! Now that it was pointed out to him, the resemblance between his friend and the photo he recalled from Kakashi’s living room was clear. But the Yellow Flash? Naruto’s pedigree was more impressive than his own.
From other bits of conversation, Sasuke figured out that, after his lineage was finally made public, Tsunade had seen to it that Naruto received any inheritance due him. It turned out to be substantial. Naruto’s assets rivaled his own.
He learned that Naruto had lost his teacher, Jiraiya, another Sannin and comrade of Orochimaru, to Akatsuki and had just finished training with someone named Fukusaku. His jaw dropped open when he learned that Fukusaku was master of the sage arts. How far had Naruto come? Was Naruto actually a Sage now?
"Naruto kicked your butt so bad, you wished you were born buttless." Kiba slapped the tabletop and threw his head back in gales of laughter at his own joke.
If one looked carefully, a slight narrowing of eyes was Neji's only response.
'C'mon, admit it. It's not like he hasn't creamed all of us." He leaned forward and grinned. "Hell, he handed me, Shino and Hinata all our asses at once during the festival games this past spring, and he never even took his hands out of his pockets."
He shook his head. "God damned sage training. Who the hell ever thought chakra could be solid?'
"His chakra wasn’t solid," Neji replied in his quiet voice. "That was merely the heated air created by his chakra, combined with water vapor and the cooler air of…"
"Pft. Whatever, ice prick," Kiba interrupted waving his hand negligently. "All I know is that with him around, nobody is ever gonna take Konoha. What a weapon," he finished with a wistful tone.
Neji's response was to turn away from Kiba's side of the table in dismissal. When he did so, he came face to face with Sasuke and his avid look.
"Something of interest to you, Uchiha?"
Sasuke slipped a bored expression on his face. "What is this about Naruto? Last time I saw him, he was on his back, unconscious in the dirt."
"I shudder to consider the circumstances that would end with that result now; something along the lines of the end of the world." The eldest Hyuuga cousin tilted his head. “You would certainly never be the cause of such a state of affairs again.”
"I suppose when one has access to the power of a tailed demon..." Sasuke began.
"Don't deceive yourself into believing such a fiction," Neji interrupted. "Our comrade has spent years learning to suppress and control the Kyuubi. Konoha, especially the council, fears and loathes Naruto's tenant. His freedom and, perhaps, his very life, would be forfeit if there was the smallest sign that beast holds sway."
"If that's true..."
"Your youthful rivalry, or perhaps your preoccupation with other matters, has left your memories incomplete," Neji interrupted again. "At the age of twelve, Naruto was undefeated in the Chunin exams before they were...interrupted." He raised a brow. "And although you were draped, nearly unconscious, over a tree branch at the time, perhaps you remember the battle with Gaara and his demon? There was no Kyuubi assistance there; it was purely Naruto."
"I beat him at the Valley of the End..." It was almost a question.
They were interrupted by Sakura who bounced into the seat next to him.
"What are you all talking so serious about?" She turned and rested her head on Sasuke's shoulder, ignoring or unaware of the tensing of his entire body. "I'm so happy to see you making friends again, Sasuke-kun."
Both dark haired shinobi declined to correct her misinterpretation of the situation. Instead, Neji responded, "I was apprising Sasuke on Naruto's training."
Sakura's whole demeanor changed and a look of distaste crossed her face.
"Idiot. He needs all the training he can get." Sakura flipped her hair back and huffed. “Anyway, all the training in the world won’t make him any less of a loser.”
"Sakura, I don’t understand why you continue to deny that Naruto is a talented ninja."
"Talented? Pft. You mean lucky," Sakura said. "Yeah, yeah, I know. He fucked you over at the Chunin exams. I suppose it soothes that gigantic Hyuuga ego to make him out to be more than he really is.
“Either way.” She smiled adoringly and patted Sasuke’s thigh. “Sasuke-san here kicked his ass."
Sakura leaned toward Sasuke, adding with relish, "You should have seen the pathetic, half-dead pile of steaming flesh Kakashi-sensei brought back after you got done with him."
Sasuke paled, but said nothing.
"Certainly I was not there; however, I suspect that it is not so difficult to defeat an opponent who is unwilling to harm you," Neji interjected.
Sakura turned to Sasuke, rested her chin in her hand. She didn’t even seem to be seeing him as she started conversationally, "You see, Neji-chan here is a FAGGOT," she spat the last word at Neji and then resumed talking to Sasuke in a serene voice, "And he thinks it is his FATE," she spat again, "to have Naruto’s DICK up his ASS." Her eyes were blazing by the end of her sentence.
Sasuke just stared at her, no expression on his face. Then, as if in synch, his and Neji’s heads whipped toward the door.
“Naruto’s back.”
They both stood abruptly, Sasuke’s chair scraping loudly in his haste. Two sets of eyes, one dark, one light, narrowed in speculation of each other. Then Neji did a rare thing; he smiled.
Before Sasuke could process the change in mood, Neji leapt toward the ceiling. Just where he had been standing, Naruto’s body materialized through the flooring.
“Damn it. You felt me coming.” The blond laughed and looked around. A split second later, a pale pair of hands slid around his face from behind and covered his eyes. Then another Naruto appeared behind the Hyuuga, the first popping out of existence. Neji found himself in a chakra-reinforced headlock.
“And you. I can’t tell your clones from you anymore, even with Byakugan,” Neji said, smiling.
The two wrestled and tossed each other for another minute, before the storeowner came over waving a broom. “Get out. You break anything in here and you’re gonna pay.”
Sasuke moved his chair the rest of the way out of his path with a slam and started across the room, irrationally upset over what was obviously a long standing ritual between Naruto and Neji.
"Let’s go.” He pointed at Sakura. “Time for you to pack."
"Sasuke-kun!’ she shouted scrambling to her feet. “Wait. I thought that maybe…"
He walked out the door.
"Honey, I'm home." Naruto's voice reached the interior of the house before he did.
Just as he stepped into the entry a flurry of shuriken and kunai came at him. Both of his arms moved almost faster than Sasuke could see. When he stopped, his forearms and one bicep were impaled with two dozen weapons.
"Sakura-chaaaan," Naruto whined.
"Go away," she hissed. "Why do you have to be here?"
"Number one, grandma sent me here to relieve you." His arms drooped slightly under the weight of all the metal sticking out of them.
"B," he continued, “What the fuck? You’re gonna put holes in Sasuke's walls." He dropped a hand quickly to catch a drop of blood.
"And three." His arms finally fell to swing at his sides. "OUCH!"
While Sasuke was rooted to the spot in shock, Sakura shrieked.
"You moron, you're going to get blood on Sasuke-kun's floor." She slid to the spot on her knees and started swiping at the droplets with the hem of her skirt. She cast a venomous look up at Naruto and then punched him in the leg.
"Fuck!" The hit sent him back out the door beyond the edge of the porch and onto the gravel walk.
Sasuke finally found the will to move and, in a flash, was outside with the blond who was laying flat on his back.
"Fuck, she's worse than an S-class mission." He started to sit up.
"Don't move," Sasuke murmured, picking up one arm and gently started working one of the weapons free.
"Naw, don't worry about that." Naruto swatted Sasuke's hand away and jerked all the weapons out with several negligent swipes. "These'll be fine in a bit."
He sat up and looked at his leg. "I think she broke my femur, though. That's gonna take longer."
"What!?" Sasuke stared at him. "She broke your leg? What the hell is her problem?"
Naruto ducked his head, his grin slipping. "Well, she's been pretty mad at me for a long time." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Though I had thought we might be fixed now."
"Why is she angry with you?"
"Uhm...well, because I never brought you back." He didn't see the dark look on Sasuke's face. "The fact that she has to leave here probably has her panties in a knot. Probably had visions of naked Sasuke-kuns dancing in her head."
He looked up quickly, an idea occurring to him. "Ya know, if you want, I could probably talk to the old hag and get it switched back. Far be it from me to deprive a guy of a..."
He didn't get to finish as Sasuke grabbed his collar roughly, cutting off his air. "I swear to Kami if you take one step toward the Hokage tower, I'll break your other leg."
Naruto laughed. "Okay, your funeral. Although I don't suppose there's anything you can do to piss her off. She blames me for bad weather and crop failures."
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