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Entropy	By : ersatzbeta Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1332 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Five
Both men looked horrible when they sat for breakfast. Sasuke stared into his cup of tea and refused to acknowledge Kakashi. Kakashi spent fifteen minutes watching his rice go cold. He stole glances at Sasuke and wondered how to bring up the subject of housing. He stretched in his chair, settling into a purposely casual pose.
�Yesterday didn�t go so well,� Kakashi said. �Those apartments were awful.�
He paused. He hoped Sasuke appreciated his forced nonchalance. He poked at his breakfast with one chopstick, disgusted. Grains of rice clung to it, and he tried not to think about maggots invading his bowl. It didn't work, so he continued his one-sided conversation.
�I thought today we�d--�
�I�m not looking at more apartments," Sasuke said. "It�s pointless.�
Sasuke still wasn�t looking at Kakashi, but at least he was talking. He turned his teacup around and around on the table. Kakashi stifled a sudden impulse to make him stop before he spilled his tea. No ninja worth his salt would accidentally spill anything, though he wouldn't put it past Sasuke to do it on purpose.
�Did I say anything about apartments?� Kakashi said. �I want to talk about what we�ll do today, not what hasn't been working for us all along.�
He slouched into a different position and watched Sasuke think. Sasuke was starting to get a wrinkle in the middle of his forehead, and it deepened whenever he was thinking, or if he was frowning. Sasuke didn�t smile much these days. He had always thought too much.
�Or condos,� Sasuke said.
Now, Sasuke raised his head. His eyes met Kakashi's and flickered from black to red and back again.
�Don�t even think about asking to live in my parents� house,� he said.
Sasuke crossed his arms over his chest and frowned. As he pushed back from the table, his tea sloshed over the rim of the cup and onto the tabletop. Kakashi eyed the puddle, daring it to spread. It lengthened, reached the edge of the table, and started dripping onto the floor. Kakashi sighed.
He might have been intimidated if it wasn�t all so ludicrous. Who would honestly expect Kakashi to live in that mausoleum, let alone Sasuke? Sasuke�s rights to the Uchiha property remained, but that didn't mean he had to live there. Kakashi wondered if he had always planned on returning there to live out whatever life he might have had.
The tea filled a small line of grout in the tiling. To Kakashi's one eye, the spill started to look red. A metallic taste flooded his mouth. He swallowed and cleared his throat.
�As I was saying, I had an idea. A stroke of brilliance, even,� Kakashi said.
Sasuke seemed unimpressed. Kakashi gave up his desultory attempt at trying to make it sound interesting.
�I thought we could build our own house," he said. "No landlords, no rent, no nosy neighbors, no shared bathrooms��
He put on his best bored expression and waited for Sasuke to say--or do--something.
�Even the do---even a complete idiot wouldn�t come up with that plan!�
Kakashi could see Sasuke was confused. The pre-wrinkle was back again, digging into the smooth skin between his eyebrows. Kakashi let him mull it over some more. He was sure this plan would appeal to Sasuke, if he could just work him around a little. After that, the rest was just details.
Kakashi gave up on the pretense of breakfast. He got up from the table and took his uneaten rice with him. He wrapped the leftovers and put them in the fridge between two other sets of leftovers. Maybe he�d feel like eating later, when his head was firmly in the present. He got a rag and started mopping up the spilled tea while Sasuke�s eyes drilled into his back. It wasn�t very comfortable. It felt like Sasuke was trying to peel back his skin to see what made him tick. Kakashi ignored it as best as he could.
�Aside from everything else, we haven�t got anywhere to put a house,� said Sasuke.
Sasuke got up and took his teacup with him to the sink. Kakashi wiped the table down. He wrung the rag out and hung it to dry over the neck of the kitchen faucet.
�The Forest of Death is a nice quiet neighborhood,� Kakashi said.
He slid past Sasuke on his way out of the kitchen. Kakashi couldn�t resist ruffling Sasuke�s feathers, even if that meant Sasuke got angry. Especially if he got angry, because that proved parts of the Sasuke he had known were still there, despite everything. His suggestion wasn�t entirely a joke, though. There was a lot of unused land near the forest. There were training grounds all around. It was private, set apart from just about everything that might set Sasuke off. (Except, of course, the spot where Sasuke had received his curse seal. Kakashi still wasn�t sure what Sasuke thought about that. He wasn't going to ask any time soon, either.)
�It would be like survival training, really,� Kakashi said, one hand on his chin as he leaned in the kitchen doorway.
�Working hard, camping in the woods for a while, in easy reach of giant centipedes and tigers, sharpening our carpentry skills��
For a moment Kakashi felt nostalgic, but he shook it off. No use trying to pretend the situation was any different that what it was. Sasuke wasn�t a little genin anymore, and he wasn�t an instructor or team leader or whatever he could call his former job. He was Sasuke�s shadow and constant companion. What that made Sasuke, he didn�t know.
Trying to read Sasuke�s face was both very difficult and very easy at this moment. Sasuke�s emotions were written across it, but Kakashi was not, had never been, fully sure why Sasuke felt as he did. For the moment, Kakashi felt safe enough to get on with the day. Sasuke washed up the few breakfast dishes by himself and then started cleaning. He seemed intent on eradicating all germs and food specks from the kitchen, wielding the dishcloth with fervor as Kakashi looked on. Sasuke hadn�t given him an answer about the house, but he hadn�t said no outright. It was a step in the right direction, at least.
Kakashi compared the benefits of a nap with the benefits of being awake this morning and decided he needed the sleep. He abandoned Sasuke to his cleaning and retreated to his bedroom. He hoped that, when Sasuke finally made up his mind, he would wait until Kakashi was awake to tell him. If there was one thing he had learned over the past weeks, it was that Sasuke had gotten much more dangerous and much less predictable. Kakashi was a light sleeper, but it wouldn�t give him much of an edge if Sasuke went irretrievably insane.

Kakashi lay down on his bed. He closed his eyes and tried to quiet his mind. The previous day weighed heavily on him. The very real possibility of his death at Sasuke's hands was never far away. Still, Kakashi was always prepared to defend himself, though he wasn't one hundred percent sure he could stop Sasuke without killing him if Sasuke were to truly try to kill him. It wasn't a comforting thought. Kakashi pulled up a blanket and rolled onto his side, waiting for sleep to come.
A/N: This chapter was short, I know. Ah, transitional parts. How I dislike them. That being said, I feel rather lukewarm about this one. Some necessary things happened, but it doesn't really compare to the events of the previous, does it? Still, there has to be a calm time now and again...especially considering what's coming up in the next chapter.You can expect to see chapter six sometime this weekend, I think.
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