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Soup's On	By : OfFansAndFlames Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1793 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A sweet, warm aroma roused Sasuke from his slumber. It reminded him of how he would awaken when he was still in grade school, his mother hard at work in the kitchen before another school day began. It was still dark out. He glanced over at his alarm clock. 4:30 am. Lovely.
Sasuke tried to piece together his memory of the previous night. He had been reading his Algebra II book for several hours. It was getting cold. The house could indeed get very cold at night, the sophomore clinging to his thick blankets. Sasuke hadn’t run the heat all winter to save what little money they had, and he intended to keep it that way. Naruto didn’t announce himself as he quietly entered the bedroom, back from a long day at the labor center and just having showered. He brought the warmest comforter they had and assertively nuzzled himself in next to Sasuke. This was a team effort, between Naruto and Sasuke – their ambition not to run the heat for the winter. They’d keep each other warm.
Naruto had his head rested on his shoulder, and Sasuke could feel the warm mist of Naruto’s breath on his collarbone, the disturbances to the mattress as Naruto wriggled his toes occasionally.They didn’t speak a word to each other all night, nor did they feel any need to. Naruto fell asleep around the time Sasuke finished chapter eight. Naruto usually had to wake up just past four to get a full day’s work out of the center, so his body tired considerably earlier. The sky had just begun to darken, though the natural light wafting in through Sasuke’s windows was more than enough to read by at this hour.
He was alone now, but based on the scent, he assumed that Naruto had found his way to the kitchen. They’d shut the center down today, so it looked like Naruto was playing the housewife for the day, as Sasuke liked to tease him on those days Naruto was off. He glanced off the side of the bed, making out the image of his book at an awkward angle through the poor lighting, several pages crinkled. Had Sasuke studied himself to sleep? He couldn’t remember nightfall. He must’ve drifted off exceptionally early. “You’re pushing yourself too hard, bastard,” Naruto would insist, as if he were one to talk…
Despite the godawful hour, Sasuke felt rested. He figured that he’d at least gotten nine hours of sleep. He adjusted his black Red Hot Chili Peppers T-shirt, a hand-me-down that just happened to fit, and his sweatpants, scratching at the goosebumps on his left forearm until he found a black sweater with a faux fur hood.Fuck, the house was especially cold during the earliest hours of the morning. At night, it at least retained some of the heat of the day. He stretched his neck from one side to the next, not bothering to turn on the light in the bedroom before he groomed himself quickly in the bathroom.
He returned back to the bedroom and turned on the lights, finding an outfit folded up for him on the bedstand table. Sasuke crinkled his nose, as if to tell anyone present who just might suspect that he’d actually appreciated the gesture that they were sorely mistaken. He wasn’t a child; he could dress himself. Today was a big day, to be fair. Sasuke, Karin, Juugo, and perhaps Suigetsu were confronting Kabuto at school and telling him, as a group, of their decision. School seemed like the safest place to break the news, as no one was really sure what Kabuto’s reaction would be.
Such profuse courtesy wasn’t common behavior for Naruto, but ever since he’d overheard that conversation with Kabuto… He’d been treating him differently, but thankfully only in very small and quiet ways. Naruto was being nice, but he was being sneaky about it. Whether this kindness was because he wanted to make things easier on Sasuke, because of what today was, or because he wanted to appreciate Sasuke while he was still around, Sasuke had no clue.
Whatever he’d convinced the imaginary spectator of,Sasuke felt his mood lift a little. He unfolded the shirt to reveal a polo with wide, bright orange stripes, rarely interrupted by thin stripes of neon green. The shorts were plaid, a nice grey and maroon. Sasuke would have considered the shorts. Yeah, it was cold out, but it would warm up come late morning. It was actually a pretty sweet gesture on Naruto’s part.
But that shirt…Suigetsu left it at Sasuke’s house months ago and never asked for it back. Sasuke had considered using it as a rag. He would have never been caught dead sporting that color scheme. And if that weren’t bad enough…Bright orange and green stripes with dull color plaid shorts in the winter? Mismatching colors, stripes on plaid, and out of season? No. Frankenoutfit, as Sasuke quietly deemed it, would not see the light of day.
Sasuke hung the clothing back up and stuffed the shirt in a bag, dressing himself in a pair of dark grey and brown camouflage pants and a long-sleeved V neck with the same sweater he’d been scuttling around with this morning. He’d have to leave for school in another couple hours anyway, so he figured he might as well get dressed while he was still up there.
Upon descending the stairs, he heard clamoring of metals and a low quality speaker playing a tune almost imperceptible above a familiar and off-tune voice. As he approached the kitchen, he could only now make out the words, which were as loud as they could have possibly been without the possibility of waking Sasuke up. There was flour everywhere, eggs in a bowl, batter on the sink… It was obvious that Naruto was bridling his enthusiasm, working over a bowl of thick batter with an electric mixer.
“…got what you need. Like you say… Oh my, feels just like I don't try. Look so good I might die. All I know is everybody loves me! Get down. Swaying to my own…”
“Not to dash your hopes and dreams, but if you were planning on becoming the next American Idol, you might want to rethink your life direction.”
Naruto turned quickly to Sasuke in shock, the sounds of his approaching lover droned over by both his singing and the loud whir of the mixer. Naruto flailed his hands around, almost dropping the bowl in his flustered haste and emitting what he would insist was a shout.
“What the hell?! It’s five in the morning! You’re not supposed to be up yet!”
“Yet here I am.”
“Don’t look! I haven’t cleaned up yet! I know it kinda looks like a disaster now but…”
Sasuke walked up to him, kissing him slowly before he’d have the chance to stammer out any more nonsense.
“Yeah, you’d better clean it up, dumbass.”
Coupled with the kiss Sasuke had just given him, Naruto didn’t feel much bite from those words. He smirked back at him.
“I’ll clean it, even up to your anal standards. The queen of England could eat her breakfast off this floor, I swear to god.”
“Is there some trend of English royalties eating from floors that I’m unaware of?”
“There…”
Naruto stopped abruptly, pointing at Sasuke accusatorily.
“You!”
Sasuke tilted his head at Naruto questioningly, silently and impatiently inquiring as to what exactly his problem was.
“You didn’t wear the outfit I picked out for you!”
“Naruto, I could have picked out a better outfit when I was five.”
Naruto grumbled, crossing his arms.
“I wanted to see you in something vibrant for once! Instead of all of those depressing colors you like to wear… I mean Jesus Christ, Sasuke, half of your wardrobe is either black or dark blue.”
“They’re not depressing colors,” Sasuke corrected. “They’re dark tones.”
“They’re fuckin’ depressing.”
Sasuke rolled his eyes, leaning against the dishwasher as Naruto began to beat the batter again.
“A color is the result of various light wavelengths being reflected off of an object and into your eye. What’s depressing about a different photon wave frequency?”
Naruto glazed over for several seconds before adding, “Yeah, whatever. Just wear some color for once, okay?”
Sasuke sighed.
“What are you making, anyway?”
“None of your business,” Naruto answered. “Entertain yourself somewhere until I set this right.”
“Just don’t burn the house down. I’ve had enough of that.”
Naruto snickered at the quip, turning on the skillet.
“You would be surprised at these ninja skills. Your house is safe with me, dickhole.”
He tried to catch up on the algebra he’d missed by falling asleep so early. He stayed in Itachi’s office on the bottom floor, behind a closed door. His stomach kept grumbling. He’d forgotten dinner yesterday, and that aroma from the kitchen certainly didn’t help matters. To Sasuke’s surprise, it actually smelled good. As in he stood a good chance of eating a breakfast that did not have black char marks over half of it. In about twenty minutes, Naruto announced himself.
“Soup’s on!”
Sasuke smiled. It seemed like forever since he’d last heard Naruto shout those words, and the tone still hadn’t changed. God, it took him back. Sasuke had always been the one to feed Naruto. Now, Naruto was feeding him. They’d gone from a forced volunteer and a vagrant in a soup kitchen, to… Well, what were they now, anyway? It almost felt like they were playing house, as if they were married. At their age, especially considering the relatively short duration of their relationship, this was ridiculous. But whatever it was, Sasuke would revel in it for now.
Sasuke walked out to find the kitchen immaculate, the table set, syrup out, orange juice poured, and a pile of thick and fluffy pancakes on the center of the table. He’d even put the syrup in an elegant pitcher he’d found who knows where and put a nice flower wreath in the middle of the table for a centerpiece. Sasuke couldn’t help but stop for just a moment for his brain to take it all in. The kitchen had been a monstrosity. And Naruto of all people… As clumsy as he was, as horrid as his cooking skills were, he managed to pull this off? And almost as alarming was the fact that would care so much as to pull it off to begin with. Naruto was standing there, beaming at Sasuke like an idiot with his arms crossed triumphantly.
“Didn’t know even someone as inept as you could manage something so nice,” Sasuke said, taking a seat. “Learn something new every day.”
Nice? He’d called it nice? A compliment from Sasuke… That was something.
“Inept my magnificent ass!” Naruto chuckled.
“I can’t say anything bad about your ass,” Sasuke conceded, with a tilt of his head.
Naruto watched Sasuke expectantly, standing back with his hands locked.
“Aren’t ya gonna eat?”
Well, that certainly wasn’t creepy.
“Did you poison this or something?”
“No!” Naruto shouted, with all sorts of hand gestures involved. “I just…wondered how they turned out. But you’re just sitting there.”
“It’s impolite to start eating before everyone is seated,” Sasuke stated matter-of-factly. His parents had taught him manners, after all.
“Feh. Since when has being rude ever stopped you before?”
“Just sit the fuck down and eat these pancakes with me, dumbass.”
“Fine,” Naruto snipped, sitting down next to his boyfriend.
The boys each took a pancake on their plate. Sasuke covered his with a thin coat of butter, whereas Naruto more seemed to lather it. Sasuke placed the slightest drizzle of syrup on his pancake. Naruto’s was swimming. Sasuke gave Naruto a look, the trite question, “Want any pancake with that syrup?” on the tip of his tongue.
“What?” Naruto demanded.
“It’s no wonder you taste so sweet.”
“Huh?”
“Your diet affects the taste of your bodily fluids.”
Sasuke had timed this revelation just as Naruto was taking a swallow of orange juice. The blond coughed over it, and Sasuke smirked. Too predictable. His cheeks were flushed lightly, brows inclined indignantly.
“Are you… You’re not sayin’ that my jizz tastes sweet because I eat so much sweet stuff, are you?”
“Well, it is very sweet.”
The pink on Naruto’s cheeks began to darken.
“Like you have anything to compare it to!” Naruto rebuffed. He wouldn’t let Sasuke fluster him.“You’ve never done it with a guy before me.”
“I can taste myself in your mouth,” Sasuke said in a low and full tone.
Naruto cleared his throat. Had some apparition miraculously turned the heat on or something? It was getting hot in here. He crossed his legs awkwardly.
“Uh… The pancakes!” Naruto interrupted nervously. “They’re getting cold!”
Sasuke cast a knowing gaze at Naruto and smirked. He loved riling him up; it was too priceless. He used a knife and fork and cut a piece of pancake aside, as Naruto wedged several pieces aside with the side of his fork. Naruto stopped all movements as Sasuke ate his first bite. Sasuke didn’t know Naruto had that type of cooking ability in him.
“It’s good. I like them a little thinner though.”
Naruto looked notably deflated. It wasn’t a total retreat, but he looked as if his bubble had at least been partially burst. He didn’t want these pancakes to be “good.” He wanted them to be perfect.
“What? I said they were good.”
Those had been the first two words out of his mouth: “it’s good.” So why was Naruto getting all gloomy?
“Pancakes are supposed to be thick and fluffy! That’s how you make them!”
“There’s no rule. I just like thinner pancakes than most.”
Naruto frowned, taking a bite of the pancake.
“It’s how my mom used to make them, and everyone loved her pancakes. You just have weird tastes.”
“Your mom?”
“Well…” Naruto shrugged. “At least one of my moms.”
Sasuke frowned. He’d insulted Naruto for the outfit he’d picked out for him, and even after all the work he’d put into breakfast, he still had something at least slightly negative to say. And it was a family recipe to boot. Insulting Naruto was second nature to him. This was ordinarily fine, as Naruto would come right back at him as if on reflex. But what was he supposed to say now? That they were the best pancakes of his life? He wasn’t going to lie. They were just pancakes, after all. Still… He felt a little guilty.
“I like your pancakes, Naruto. I…really do appreciate everything you’ve done for me lately,” Sasuke mumbled, taking another bite.
Naruto’s posture relaxed as he continued to eat. The sun was rising now, the electric lighting becoming less and less necessary.
“Yeah, well… Someone has to be there for you. I’m just glad it got to be me.”
“Me too,” Sasuke said simply, his eyes now averted to his plate. That grin was back on Naruto’s face once again, full force.
“Next time, I’ll make them thinner. I’ll make you the best pancakes you’ve ever had in your life.”
“I’ll look forward to that.”
As happens with most good food, the meal was consumed in silence. Sasuke went back for second and even third helpings, which did not go unnoticed by Naruto. Naruto, however… They both lost count of however many pancakes Naruto had eaten. Everything was going well, until Naruto reached out for the butter and overturned the pitcher of syrup. It got on the table, Sasuke’s face, his jacket, even the damned floor.
“Jackass…”
“Shit!” Naruto swore, immediately getting up to clean everything off. Sasuke walked over to get some damp rags.
“Sasuke, you getting on your knees and cleaning up after me kinda defeats the purpose here. Just relax. I got it covered.”
Sasuke frowned, sitting as Naruto quickly cleaned the floor and table, though he wasn’t quite done yet. Of course, he had to put the whole container of syrup into a pitcher. Just to look fancy. And there was still the issue of Sasuke’s jacket. Fortunately, it had kept the rest of Sasuke’s outfit clean. Naruto was on his knees beneath Sasuke as he sat in his chair. Blue eyes peered up at Sasuke from below, and Sasuke looked downwards. Naruto chuckled. He couldn’t believe Sasuke couldn’t have noticed the large splatter of maple syrup across his cheek. Naruto quickly got up, too lazy to stand up fully. He used Sasuke’s chair to pivot and lift himself onto Sasuke’s lap.
“You still got something on your face.”
Naruto wiped away the syrup with his index finger, and both of their stares connected for just an instant. They were close. Naruto’s placement on Sasuke’s lap caused his head to reach just several inches higher than Sasuke’s, and Naruto secretly enjoyed being taller for once. Sasuke gently grasped Naruto’s hand, holding it in place as he licked the syrup off of Naruto’s finger slowly. Naruto’s mouth hung open uselessly to speak, but all he could do was watch.
His bangs, still clean, tilted forward slightly as he licked, and Sasuke’s shirt hung over just enough so that Naruto could see a portion of his chest through the sweater and V-neck. Sasuke placed the finger in his mouth and sucked, gently moving it in and out for a quick moment. Naruto felt the walls of his mouth and tongue against the digit so clearly. It reminded Naruto so well of the times it had been his cock in Sasuke’s mouth, and he had sucked it just this same way. Goosebumps covered Naruto’s arms and legs, and to his humiliation, he felt his manhood begin to stiffen. Over just this? This was ridiculous.
And then, perhaps worst of all, Sasuke looked up at him, with large, near black eyes that seemed both sinful and innocent, Naruto's finger still in his mouth. He stared straight into Naruto’s eyes, and Naruto’s blush was only worsening. Dammit, it really wasn’t as if he were like that. It was just that once he’d already started blushing, it was very difficult for him to stop. If he hadn’t blushed earlier, he would’ve been much more cool and composed. But these thoughts were sidetracked as Sasuke pulled Naruto down by his T-shirt collar and kissed him, his tongue confidently requesting entrance.
Naruto kissed him back, softly at first but the heat quickly intensified. Naruto had no idea what would happen today. He hoped that Sasuke would be coming home again, whether the cause of his absence be injury, incarceration, death, whatever. But even still, he knew that the two would have to be separated inevitably, if only in their living situation. So he twisted over so that he was facing Sasuke, one leg going over each side of his lap. The sweet taste of maple between them, he kissed Sasuke hungrily, moaning into the kiss.
Sasuke’s arms scaled underneath Naruto’s shirt, Naruto flinching a little as Sasuke’s cold hands adjusted to Naruto’s heat. A frigid thumb brushed over Naruto’s nipple, causing it to rise quickly as Naruto’s arousal was channeled into their kiss, his tongue vying against Sasuke’s as if struggling for dominance.
Naruto licked some syrup off of Sasuke’s neck, his tongue slowly rolling. He sucked at the thin trail of his saliva harshly and left a dark mark behind in plain view. Sasuke smacked Naruto’s skull. A hickey there would definitely raise some questions and percolate its fair share of gossip. Maybe Itachi had some concealer somewhere…
“What’s your problem?”
“Don’t mark me in such an obvious place, moron.”
Naruto snerked.
“Fine. Then for every mark I miss there, I give you two where no one can see. Even if they don’t know you’re mine, you can’t forget it.”
“If I’m yours, you’re mine.”
“Yeah…” Naruto said, lowly and with a slight husk to his voice. “I’m yours.”
Naruto unzipped Sasuke’s jacket, the rest of his outfit now clean. Sasuke tugged Naruto’s shirt off, Naruto’s goosebumps intensifying as they met the cold. Naruto returned the favor, removing Sasuke’s shirts as well. They pressed their chests together, both to bear the cold and because both of the loved the feel of skin on skin.
Sasuke licked and kissed down Naruto’s jawline. He latched onto skin right underneath it and sucked, leaving a dark purple bruise behind.
“What the hell? You just said I couldn’t mark you in an obvious place!”
“It’s different for you,” Sasuke justified. “You can tell can them you have a girlfriend without having to explain so much.”
And then they’d know. They’d know Naruto belonged to someone else. Sasuke knew nothing about the people Naruto worked with, but he wanted to make that much very clear to them.
Naruto grunted, pushing them off the chair and onto the ground. They struggled, and Sasuke ultimately flipped Naruto on his back, incidentally right into a puddle of maple that had yet to be cleaned. Sasuke pinned Naruto on the floor, the slightest stickiness between them. Naruto couldn’t resist Sasuke’s kisses, his head pressed against the floor. He left marks on his neck, on his chest, on his shoulders…    Naruto lie there, grasping Sasuke’s hair almost painfully and moaning. But he was determined to pay Sasuke back, leaving a dark mark on his shoulder. Then his collarbone. The pain only fueled their angry, frenzied competition more.
Sasuke felt Naruto’s erection grow beneath him, and he knew his own was forming as well. It was getting lighter out. He glanced over at the kitchen clock, barely discernible from this distance without his glasses. He easily flipped Naruto’s cock out of his drawstring pants, spitting on his hand before he slicked it over Naruto’s manhood.
“We don’t have much time,” Sasuke whispered. “But I need this.”
The two boys were covered now in dark hickeys, a sight which only aroused both further. Sasuke pumped Naruto until he was almost completely erect, ignoring his own need which uncomfortably crammed against the stiff fabric of his camo pants. Almost as if he’d read Sasuke, Naruto followed Sasuke’s actions, unzipping his pants and pumping at the same pace, hardening Sasuke. The two huffed as they grew harder, their forgotten breakfast unknowingly overlooking from the table.
Sasuke released Naruto’s member, turning around so that his mouth was flush against Naruto’s cock, his body facing in the opposite direction. Sasuke’s cock, in turn, dangled just above Naruto’s mouth. Sasuke lowered his mouth, his breath hitting against the swollen, yearning head of Naruto’s dick. His mouth was so close that as he spoke, his lips brushed the sensitive tip.
“Suck me, Naruto,” he ordered, leaving no room for questioning.
Obediently, Naruto took Sasuke in as deeply as he could. Sasuke was taken aback, his back, chest, and arms breaking out in a sweat that was quickly cooled by the house around him. Yet he was warming up quite nicely. As Naruto moved into things so quickly, it was becoming difficult for Sasuke to concentrate. Yet if Sasuke could do anything, he could keep his cool. He could keep up with Naruto; he would not allow him to sweep him up. Sasuke responded with like passion, taking Naruto all the way back to his throat from the start.
It didn’t take long for both of them to sustain full erections. And they knew they were on limited time. They knew Sasuke would soon have to catch that familiar, banal yellow school bus in a matter of minutes and have a very pivotal and potentially dangerous conversation. So both of them moaned, and they sucked, and they licked at each other’s tips frenetically, Naruto sometimes poking the tip of his tongue into Sasuke’s slit just as he liked it. The syrup smeared on Naruto’s back from the tile floor, and he ignored it as it stuck to his hair. A chair screeched as Sasuke impatiently shoved it to the side. Sasuke seemed so dominant throughout this, on top, in charge, and perhaps most importantly, relatively clean.
It was Naruto first who felt a quicker buildup of sweat at the crease of his knees and his lower back. He could feel his stomach clenching and flushing, his balls hardening and screaming for release. It was becoming so hard for him to concentrate on Sasuke when the other was making him feel so damned amazing..
“Sasuke…” he spoke, temporarily ceasing his motions. “I can’t last much longer.”
Sasuke sucked, just at Naruto’s tip, hard. He then started from the base, gently rubbing Naruto’s hard balls as he sucked down Naruto’s shaft. Naruto’s brows creased together. His fingers balled into white-knuckled fists. Sasuke could feel Naruto’s entire body stiffen beneath him as every muscle seemed to clench.
“Aaah!” he shouted loudly.
He unleashed into Sasuke’s mouth, and Sasuke swallowed every spurt, now rather skilled at taking it all back. Naruto was tempted just to lie down and bask in the afterglow, but Sasuke had yet to be fulfilled. And he was exceptionally hard. It wouldn’t take much longer.
Naruto used every bit of his now waned energy to quicken his pace, sucking Sasuke off with long bobs of his head and pinching his nipple roughly.
“Nn.”
Sweat was building up now at Sasuke’s temple, and he felt so hot now. Naruto’s pinch had shocked him, catalyzing his pleasure even as he felt himself holding back.
“Fuck… Gonna cum…”
Sasuke’s body wracked with the precursor of orgasm, the strong brace of his arms holding him up over Naruto’s lower halfwas now beginning to tremble. His eyes clenched shut and bit his lip hard, the pink on his face so obvious against his pale complexion. These details were cruelly deprived from Naruto, feeling only the blissed panting of Sasuke’s chest pressed against his stomach and observing the flush to Sasuke’s thighs and abs.
Sasuke panted, giving the ground a moment’s consideration until his plopped onto a clean space to enjoy the afterbuzz of his orgasm. His cock, still moist, hung out of his pants to the side, and Naruto slid over to Sasuke, petting his bangs and pinning one side behind his ear.
“You look so much different without your hair in your face,” Naruto murmured.
“Mhm,” Sasuke responded, his mind too blissed to offer backtalk.
He loved the gentle sensation of Naruto’s fingers against his forehead and cheeks. He reached up with a slight smile, cupping Naruto’s face in the palm of his hand. Naruto burrowed his cheek into Sasuke’s hand, his deep scars offering a marked indent against Sasuke’s sensitive fingertips. Whenever he felt those scars, he fought back thoughts of, “If only I had known him back then… I could have protected him.”
He ignored that. He was too content in this moment to let these dark thoughts mar it. And Naruto seemed happy as well. In fact, despite being sullied by maple syrup, he appeared to be in ecstasy. The last thing Sasuke wanted to do right now was leave. Sasuke kissed him one last time, their tongues barely brushing against each other before they parted. They lay together silently, entwined with each other as that fuzz faded and they returned to their normal states of mind.
“I have to leave soon.”
“School can kiss my ass,” Naruto pouted.
Sasuke snickered as he stood, helping Naruto up and grabbing his coat. Naruto would definitely be needing a shower once Sasuke left.
“Likewise.”
He rearranged himself, put his shirt back on, and walked over to the kitchen sink, removing the syrup from his jacket. Naruto would have a task ahead of him once he left, but there was no way around that. Sasuke should be leaving for the bus stop at any minute.
He walked towards the door, placing his hand on the knob. Naruto scampered up behind him, placing his hand on his shoulder before he walked out.
“I have to kiss you before you leave.”
The air was even colder outside, hitting the one side of Sasuke’s body facing the elements. It was a quick kiss, but it was sweet.
“See you tonight, dumbass.”
The ride on the bus was dull, and it smelled like Axe body spray. Some jackass was running up and down the aisle, cavorting with a friend until the driver kindly told him to cram it. His mind wandered, from the trivial to the portentous. Karin had told him over the phone last night that she was having trouble with Suigetsu.
“That idiot is so fucking stubborn, Sasuke. I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do with a boyfriend who doesn’t even…” Karin had vented.
“We’ll talk to him.”
Karin sighed reluctantly but let the matter rest. They’d arrive at school about a half hour early. They’d sit out on a bench by the school patio and talk things out. No one was ever out there that early in the morning. They all were wearing thick coats. Karin and Suigetsu took one side, and Sasuke and Juugo took the other.
“Alright, so Suigetsu, can you please explain to Sasuke and Juugo why you’re still doing this in your own stupid as shit words?”
“Allll in the money, guys. Imma make it rain.”
Sasuke’s and Juugo’s expressions were prefect mirrors of each other, staring back at Suigetsu flatly.
“It’s a lot of money, yeah. But you’re almost eighteen, Suigetsu,” Juugo said. “They can try you as an adult.”
“If I get caught, that is.”
“Suigetsu… When Sasuke dropped out of this…” Juugo cast a hesitant glance at Sasuke, not wanting to divulge too much information. Sasuke nodded. “Kabuto threatened him.”
“Wuh?” Suigetsu twisted his face in exaggerated confusion. “How did he threaten you, exactly?”
“First, he threatened to tell the cops about what I’ve been doing. Then he threatened to injure me in some way. It was unclear.”
“Doesn’t that strike you as suspicious?” Karin interjected.
“Well, maybe he just really wanted your help. He’s probably blowing around hot air.”
“Remember when Kabuto drugged us?” Sasuke asked.
“Hell yeah! That was tight.”
“Right…” Sasuke answered dryly. “He used GHB. This is not an easy drug to come by.”
“Your point?”
“First of all, this was dishonest, irresponsible, and untrustworthy behavior. Secondly, it shows that Kabuto isn’t just about gateway drugs. He’s not even just about drugs. You don’t know who you’re dealing with here.”
Suigetsu flipped his hand at Sasuke dismissively, shaking his head.
“Look, I get what you guys are doing here. I appreciate the concern and all, but really, I got this.”
Sasuke knit his brows between his fingers in frustration. How would he get through to this guy?
“You know, Sasuke promised that he’d even have a movie night and bring Orville Redenbacher if all of us sit this out. You’re ruining our movie night,” Karin whined.
Sasuke had actually found said brand at the 99 cent store last week, though he of course neglected to include this fact.
“Baby, with all the money I make, we could buy a thousand boxes of Orville Redenbachers.”
“What the hell are we gonna do with one thousand Orville Redenbachers?!” Karin shouted, rolling her eyes at Suigetsu.
“I’m not gonna actually buy it, bitch! It’s just the fact that I could if I wanted to. Dude, this is a lot of money.”
“Suigetsu, listen for once! Kabuto’s acting kinda fishy, and this is a serious criminal offense!”
“I know what I’m doing! Hey, I took down a gangbanger just last month. So don’t tell me I can’t handle Kabuto! I know just what I’m doing. I…”
“He has a gun,” Sasuke interrupted.
“What?” Suigetsu answered incredulously.
Karin and Juugo both turned to Sasuke immediately, shocked. Sasuke regretted these words almost as he’d said them, wondering what sort of trouble they could get him in. But perhaps it was something Suigetsu needed to hear.
“The three of you. Not a single fucking word of any of this, understood?”
They all nodded. Karin, for all of her gossip… Sasuke knew she could keep her mouth shut. Juugo wasn’t even an issue. Suigetsu… The only hazard would be if he got too drunk, but that point, people wouldn’t be taking him seriously anyway.
“He makes high quantity meth and cocaine deals. I’m talking kilos’ worth. He shoved a .45 in my hand in a very questionable situation without even warning me. So if you want to deal with a guy capable of this, the only thing we can do is warn you. Use whatever brain you have and make the right decision.”
Suigetsu, the guy who always seemed to have a comment for everything, was silent. What was he thinking?
Suigetsu wasn’t the only one in shock. The other two stared at Sasuke wordlessly, now perhaps even gladder for their decisions. Karin especially seemed affected by the new information, her fingers playing with a long strand of red hair nervously.
“I think we should listen to him,” Karin said, her voice uncharacteristically hinted with concern.
Suigetsu seemed to snap out of his stupor, shaking his head.
“Yeah, I know, Kabuto’s in some pretty heavy shit. But maybe this can be a one time thing.”
“It only takes one time,” Sasuke said. “He doesn’t like to let people out once they’re in. Take it from me.”
Another pause.
“Sui, stop being such a stubborn little jackass and listen to us,” she pleaded, her voice vulnerable and now even a little desperate. “Please…”
Suigetsu turned over to Karin and sighed.
“Don’t worry about me so much,” Suigetsu murmured.
He reached his hand over and held his palm against Karin’s cheek, smiling. Karin’s eyes had glassed over, the girl nearing tears. Her eyeliner had smudged, just slightly.
“I’ll make lots of money, then I can take care of us both. Everything’s gonna be fine. No worries, okay?”
Karin placed her hand up against Suigetsu’s, holding it against her cheek lightly. Sasuke and Juugo stared at the situation in confusion. Actual signs of affection between Karin and Suigetsu? Neither of them had seen that before. It would have oddly seemed less revealing to walk in on them having rough sex. Quick to perceive their prying eyes, Suigetsu pivoted sharply.
“Hey! What the fuck are you two looking at?!”
“Nothing,” Juugo answered with a smile. Sasuke and Juugo pretended to be occupied by the cars pulling off into the distant parking lot for a moment to give the two their space.
“I do appreciate it, guys,” Suigetsu stated. Sasuke and Juugo both looked back towards them. Karin looked like she was torn between crying, punching Suigetsu in the face, and holding him. “But I’ve got this handled.”
Sasuke didn’t know what else he could say or do. He tried. They all had.
“We’re telling Kabuto we’re out during lunch today. It won’t be too late to change your mind,” Sasuke informed Suigetsu.
“I can tell you right now that I’m not changing my mind. But I’ll still back you guys up.”
“Thanks.”
Two out of three wasn’t bad, Sasuke reminded himself as he sat through the classes leading up to lunch. It was a trap; it had to be. And Suigetsu was walking into this blindly. But Sasuke reminded himself that he had made every effort. In fact, he’d done far more than he ever would have done in the past.
He was ready for the conversation they’d be having at lunch with Kabuto. Only a part of him, a very small part, was scared. But he felt brave. Alone, he was strong. But with Juugo, Karin, and even Suigetsu in a sense standing behind him, he was even stronger. He wasn’t looking forward to it, but he sure as hell was looking forward to getting it over with. So it was with mixed worry, relief, and determination, he joined his typical group at the lunch table. Kabuto, Juugo, Karin, Suigetsu, and Sasuke, all sitting together, enjoying greasy cafeteria food over the din of their classmates. Just like any other day.
Kabuto sat at the head of the table, as he usually did. Perhaps this was because he was the oldest, or perhaps just out of habit; Sasuke was never one to draw much significance out of seating arrangements. Suigetsu sat to Kabuto’s left, with Karin on the other side of him. Juugo was at Kabuto’s right, with Sasuke next to him. Sasuke had tried to take the seat next to Kabuto. He wasn’t intimidated by that asshole. But Juugo insisted on taking that seat. He wanted to be the one sitting between them. Sasuke dismissed the compulsion as paranoia yet still obeyed.
Sasuke ate a small salad and an apple, Juugo had awarded himself four pieces of pizza, and Suigetsu and Karin were munching on bologna sandwiches. Kabuto had come empty-handed that day. They ate quietly, the weight over the conversation nearly palpable to Sasuke. All of them were seated. Sasuke ate his salad in silence. Sasuke was grateful when Karin discussed her biology test with Suigetsu, which made the reaction seem at least somewhat less stilted.Another lull in conversation.
“Kabuto…” Sasuke addressed him, glancing at him calmly. “We wanted to tell you that we’re out. Well, all of us but Suigetsu.”
Kabuto’s eyes widened as he stared at the group nonplussed.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“It’s true. I don’t want any part of it.”
“Neither do I,” Karin added.
“We’re not going to stand in your way, Kabuto. You can do what you want,” Juugo clarified. “We just don’t want to do it.”
“You all are a bunch of idiots,” Kabuto said snidely. “I put this opportunity in front of your face to make thousands of dollars, and you pass it up?”
“That’s what I told ‘em!” Suigetsu interjected.
“Evidently this kid is the only one of the lot of you who has a half-functional brain in his head,” Kabuto stated, gesturing to Suigetsu lazily.
Suigetsu didn’t respond to the mixed compliment, and the rest of the group remained silent.
“What I want to know…” Kabuto began, asperity worming into his tone.
Kabuto stared at every single one of them. First from Karin, then to Juugo, then, lastly, to Sasuke, their eyes locking defiantly.
“Is what the fuck is with the change of heart?”
Kabuto was questioning all of them, yet his eyes fixated on Sasuke.
“That’s none of your concern,” Sasuke replied.
“Hah!” Kabuto answered, simpering at the group.
“Juugo, you know this is your only shot. Hell, you can hardly even read a book, and you’re passing up your only opportunity to really make a splash?”
“I don’t believe that’s the sort of splash I want to make,” Juugo answered calmly.
“Juugo, I say this as your friend: you’re stupid. It’s just a simple reality you have to work around. You may get far in this world after all, but if you do, it won’t be because of your intelligence.”
Juugo leaned backwards, blatantly disheartened. Sasuke opened his mouth, wanting to speak up for Juugo, but Karin beat him to it.
“Don’t talk shit about Juugo, you little fucking four-eyed bitch. He is not stupid,” Karin sneered. It would seem that Kabuto had triggered her temper.“You’re the dumbest motherfucker here. You’re twenty-one and still in high school.”
Karin finished with a headbob, and had the situation at hand been any less grave, it might have been amusing. They'd all ignore the irony in Karin calling Kabuto a "four-eyed bitch," as she too wore glasses.
“I’m dumb?” Kabuto refuted, a patronizing smirk on his face as if he found the lot of them absolutely adorable. “I’m still here because I want to be. I could’ve dropped out at sixteen. You think I give a fuck about grades? And Karin, your game is clear to me.”
“Oh? My game?” Karin asked snidely, leaning her weight into the table on one shoulder. “And what exactly is that?”
“Suigetsu puts his ass out on the line and does all the work. You get half the profit. Basically, you sit back on your cowardly ass, use him, and leech off of him. Suigetsu, you are whipped. Are you seriously going to let your girlfriend treat you that way?”
Suigetsu shook his head, waving his hands.
“Nah, man. It’s not like that.”
“What… I’d never do that!”
“Don’t let him get under your skin,” Sasuke interjected above the other four conversational partners. People were getting upset. The volume of their voices were rising. Sasuke looked around, not wanting be to noticed by the cafeteria staff. Sasuke kept cool. “He’s aiming for your weakspots; it’s his game.”
Kabuto turned to Sasuke quickly, almost predatorily. How could Kabuto have forgotten about Sasuke?
“And you. Sasuke…”
Sasuke stared back at him expressionlessly.
“It’s you, isn’t it?  You’re the one who talked all of them out of it.”
“That’s really none of your business, Kabuto,” Juugo said firmly yet calmly.
“Shut the fuck up, Juugo. I’m talking to Sasuke.”
There was no point in lying. Kabuto already knew the answer.
“Yes,” Sasuke answered, never taking his eyes off of Kabuto’s. “I did.”
This was one of Sasuke’s greatest defiances towards Kabuto. He didn’t move. Didn’t fidget.Didn’t avert his unwavering and unapologetic stare.
“You… You son of a bitch,” Kabuto hissed, keeping his voice down. Other people in the cafeteria were beginning to stare, detecting that something was amiss at this table. In particular, Sasuke took a split second to glance over at Sakura’s corner of the cafeteria. They caught eyes for only a second until she looked away.
“You are the pussiest one out of the whole bunch. Your brother could fucking die, and you are too afraid to show some balls and afford for him the care and the life he deserves after taking care of your ass. He had to step to the plate after your parents died, and you just leech off of him!”
God, Sasuke hoped no one else in the cafeteria had heard. Karin dropped her spoon, appearing nothing short of absolutely enraged. Suigetsu watched indignantly with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. Sasuke felt Juugo move, felt his body tense against him. Juugo was clenching his fists. He was trying to be still. But he was trembling. Sasuke rested his hand on Juugo’s forearm, hoping to calm him.
“My family’s fine,” Sasuke spoke, before anyone else had the chance to. “As if that’s any business of yours.”
Kabuto laughed maliciously.
“That’s it, Sasuke. You’re a fucking worthless coward, and shit, you better be damned afraid. Because if I find you alone… I swear to god I’m going to fucking k-“
Kick his ass? Kill him? Sasuke would never know what Kabuto had meant to say. Juugo stood immediately, his cheap cafeteria chair flying backwards and clanging into the ground. Juugo had been calm up until now. In fact, when was he ever anything but calm?  Never had Sasuke seen this sort of explosion from him. The attention of the entire cafeteria turned to them, all chatter extinguished. The force with which Juugo stood sent the table flying backwards, sending Karin’s sandwich and Diet Coke right off the table, the soda spilling on the grey-speckled tile floor. Suigetsu and Karin were forced to stand.
Kabuto, still sitting, didn’t look so snide anymore, every bit as shocked as the rest of them. Juugo grabbed him up by his collar, clear out of his seat and up so high that his toes hardly touched the ground. Kabuto’s chair gracelessly skidded backwards. As Juugo held him there, Kabuto’s feet vainly tried to establish traction as he attempted to free himself from Juugo’s grip in the very limited time he had. And without further ado, the strongest student at Konoha High School channeled every sinew, every tendon, and every muscle of his six foot five, two-hundred forty pound body to slam his fist directly into Kabuto’s face.

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