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The Sweetest Victory	By : mischiefmaker Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 1839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
A/N: Thanks
to beachlass, yira_heerai, and wildwesternwind for the beta! Epilogue
soon to follow.

Warnings: teenage
delinquency, stupid humor, and dealing with issues the maladjusted
ninja way lol

Disclaimer: Naruto
is the property of Masashi Kishimoto; I just like to play in his
sandbox from time to time.

The
Sweetest Victory

Chapter
7: No Losers Here

“Maybe you
wouldn’t be so damned uptight if you jerked off more. Hell, I’d
do it for you if I knew it would help.”

Sasuke only raised an
eyebrow in response – this was Naruto, after all. Stupid
comments like that were inevitable.

“So would it?”

“What?!”

Slowly and emphasizing
each word, Naruto asked, “Would it help?”

“I heard you the
first time, Dead Last.”

“And?”

Sasuke snorted and kept
walking. “And you want to know if you jerking me off
will make me happy? I’m not even going to dignify that with an
answer.”

“Not happy, just…
less irritable. Although, if I knew it would make you happy,
I’d totally suck you off just to see how weird a smiling Sasuke
looked.” He grinned again, huge and stupid, eyes alight with
that same devious sense of humor he'd always had even if it came out
a little more raunchy now that he was older.

Sasuke rolled his eyes
and smothered a chuckle. “You are so full of shit.” As
soon as he said it, though, the air around them changed, charged with
a sudden predatory sense that made the hairs on his neck stand on
end. A half second later, his back hit the building next to him.

“Am I?”
Naruto made a grab for his shorts and amidst the confusion was
somehow able to get a hand down his pants and give his flaccid
cock a squeeze.

That quickly broke
Sasuke out of his stupor. “What the hell?”

“Come on, man.
Let me do this for you.” The mumbled words were hot against his
neck as the hand between his legs squeezed. And when the blond pulled
back just far enough to look him in the eye, his expression was
imploring, not calculating.

Sasuke blinked,
dumbfounded. 'He really wants
to do this.' Much to his horror, he felt himself respond a little to
that conclusion. “I can do it just fine myself, you idiot.”
But he didn’t push him off. Why the fuck didn’t he
push him away and put an end to it?

“Yeah, but you
won’t. That’s the problem.” Naruto gave him a
couple of quick strokes, and Sasuke quickly hardened in his
teammate's hand.

Tipping his head back
against the bricks with eyes scrunched shut, he surprised himself by
groaning, “Just... make it quick.”

The smell of burning
food startled Sasuke's consciousness back to the present. He scowled
and brought his fist down on the counter hard enough to rattle the
lone bowl and spoon in the sink. The scene had been replaying over
and over in his mind like a bad movie he just couldn't stop watching
for the better part of the day. Never had he wanted to go back in
time and kick his own ass so badly.

Forcing those thoughts
from his mind, he transferred his food from the wok to a plate and
carried it over to the small, two-person table.

With a near-contented
sigh, Sasuke sat down, eagerly eying the hot, steamy spread before
him. He’d definitely earned it. His morning had consisted of
training beyond exhaustion only to come home and clean his
apartment to the point where one could eat off his bathroom floor.

If one were so
inclined, that is. Only hapless buffoons like Naruto probably did
shit like that, after all.

Immediately, he killed
that train of thought – he wasn’t particularly in the
mood to lose his appetite again – picked up his chopsticks and
snatched up a piece of sautéed eggplant. It was mere
millimeters from his lips when a knock at the door made his blood run
cold.

He didn’t receive
many visitors being the less than shining socialite he was. The
majority of the villagers were only just now beginning to accept him
after his quest for vengeance, but that didn't extend to friendly
house calls. The few visitors he did receive were usually there for a
specific purpose, Naruto and Sakura being the only ones who showed up
just because they felt like it. Pushing himself out of his chair, he
found himself hoping it was another one of Ibiki’s surprise
evaluations instead.

When opening the door
revealed the two smiling faces of his teammates, though, Sasuke felt
his stomach sink.

“What?”

With a smile, Naruto
asked, “Ready to go?”

Not being in the habit
of forgetting engagements, he blinked. “… Where?”

“Out. With us,”
Sakura supplied.

“No.” He
gave the door a good shove, but Naruto’s hand stopped it just
before it could slam in their creepy, cheerful faces.

“We’re not
asking you to come. We asked if you were ready. Sakura-chan’s
fully prepared to kick your ass if you don’t cooperate.”
He glanced down at her, and she quickly nodded an affirmation.

Sasuke stared a few
moments wondering what the hell it was they really wanted, how much
of it was bluff, and whether or not it’d just be easier to
commit seppuku right there.

Instead
he huffed and, turning his back on them, left the door open as he
walked back into the living room. He heard the two follow him inside
and shut the door behind them. “I was about to eat.”
You are interrupting and unwelcome, his tone added.

Sakura glanced toward
the table, her expression apologetic. Naruto didn’t bother. He
simply said, “We'll wait.”

Sasuke bit back a curse
and studied his teammate for a moment. The blond never broke eye
contact and stood perfectly still, expression soft. It made Sasuke
even more skeptical. If the idiot wasn't lying, then what was the
catch? “Why?”

“Because,”
Naruto began with a grin. “It’s no fun without our
favorite prickly bastard.”

Sasuke snorted. “I
doubt that.” He noticed his teammates share a quick look that
he couldn’t decipher.

“What? That
you’re fun? Yeah, you got a point. Sometimes you’re a
real pain in the ass.” Naruto’s grin faltered a moment,
his expression turned sheepish. “Well, you know what I mean,”
he chuckled awkwardly.

Staring blankly, Sasuke
ran Naruto’s words through his head. It took a moment before he
caught on and sneered in disgust. “Hilarious. I’m going
to eat now. Let yourself out.”

Stubborn as ever,
though, Naruto didn't appear to leaving any time soon. “Look,
man. No one cares if you’re gay, bi, whatever. I always
thought Sakura-chan and Ino’s feelings were a little too deep
to be friendly if ya know what I mean.” He waggled his eyebrows
a couple of times but quickly stopped at the warning growl and
knuckle crack from Sakura.

“I don’t
need your reassurances, Dead Last.” Physically tossing the
moron out the door was looking better by the minute.

“Yeah, yeah. I
know. You’re Mr. Fucking Cool ‘n all that. All I’m
saying is that it doesn’t change anything, alright? I still
wanna kick your ass, and she still wants in your pants.”

Sakura didn’t
hold back that time and brought her fist down on the top of his head
hard.

Sasuke didn’t
bother hiding his smirk; the moron deserved that one.

“Damn it,
Sakura-chan! Is this how you treat all of your dates?”

“Not helping,”
she growled then sent another apologetic expression Sasuke's
direction.

Naruto pouted a moment,
rubbing the quickly forming bump before going back to his previous
argument. “Anyway, we’re cool now, right?”
he asked as he began shooing Sasuke toward the kitchen. “You
can go eat your shit real quick, then we can leave.”

Avoiding the unwelcome
invasion to his personal space, Sasuke resisted the urge to punch
some sense right up his dense teammate's nose. “No,
everything's not cool
now. You know what happened, don't you?”

“More or less,”
he shrugged. His expression then turned downright demented. “Wanna
know what happened in mine? It was some freaky shit!”

Sasuke blanched.

“Nah, man. I'm
just fuckin' with ya. I mean, it was still kinda gay 'n all, so we're
basically even, but it doesn't matter.”

He blinked and stared
at his teammate. “It doesn't matter,” he echoed
indignantly then turned to Sakura, his tone a little more insistent.
“It doesn't matter?”

She shook her head and
repeated, “It doesn't matter.”

They were insane; there
was no other explanation. “Bullshit. It fucking matters to me,
so don't sit there and act like
this doesn't upset you!”

There! He felt a tiny
sliver of his dignity return when her eyes burned with something
other than that stupid hopeful look they'd had since they got there.

A few seconds later,
though, her anger seemed to turn to resignation. “I don't want
to fight with you, Sasuke. I accepted that you weren't interested in
me some time ago, so don't expect me to sit here and sob about it. I
don't care if you're gay.”

“But.” He
tried to interrupt, but she forged on even louder.

“I'm not done
yet. I don't care if Naruto was just convenient. I don't care if
you're confused or curious or whatever reason you probably
won't give me; it doesn't matter. I just want my teammates
back.”

He watched her a moment
before glancing over at Naruto. He grinned and seemed to agree with
her, apparently hellbent on pretending nothing had happened. Stupid,
stubborn idiots, both of them.

With a sigh, he replied
with the only thing he could think to say at that point.

“It’s not
shit.” It was hard not to laugh at Naruto's look of
utter confusion. “My food,” he clarified.

Naruto snickered.
“Yeah, okay, man. Go eat your damn high-class, delectable shit
so we can go already.”

“...I really hate
you sometimes.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Naruto had waved him
off, so he glanced back at Sakura. She seemed more relaxed now and
only smiled from in front of the sofa.

Sasuke shook his head
as he sat down and picked up his chopsticks once again. Just as
expected, his food was cold, but it didn’t hurt his appetite
any, he found. Across the room, he could hear his teammates
discussing where to go. As usual, they couldn't come to an agreement.
Alright, he decided. He'd go along with their little charade; he only
wondered how long it would last.

~*~

Ten minutes later found
Sasuke wandering aimlessly around Konoha's business district with his
teammates. The sun had set, leaving only orange and purple streaked
remnants in the sky. Street lights were beginning to flicker on, but
most of the light was coming from the windows of the stores and
establishments that lined the street.

“Where are we
going?” he asked after Naruto peeked inside the third building
– this one a bowling alley – before frowning and
continuing to the next.

“Haven't decided
yet.”

“Obviously.”
It was going to be a long night, he could already tell. The number of
pedestrians was increasing. It wouldn't be long before they'd be able
to hear music coming from the pub.

“Why? You got
somewhere else to be?” Naruto grinned.

“Home would be
nice.”

That earned him a pinch
on the arm from Sakura. He scowled and suddenly missed the days when
she used to defend him from their teammate.

“What's the point
of dragging me out if you don't even know where we're going?”
It was just like every other time the three of them had gone out
together. As was Naruto's reply.

“It beats starin'
at the same four walls, doesn't it?”

Sasuke snorted. “I'm
not too sure actually.”

A sly smile spread
across his teammate's face as he seemingly flippantly suggested, “We
could check out that karaoke place we just passed.”

Sasuke's face fell.
Yes, this was as annoyingly normal as they got. “There's not
enough liquor in the village.”

Sakura giggled. “Oh,
I don't know. Everyone has a price, right?”

'...
the hell?'
Sasuke stared a moment, unsure what to
make of the quick quirk of the eyebrows that had accompanied that
comment.

He
seemed to be the only one who noticed, though, as one glance at
Naruto proved the blond was too consumed with whatever
it was his convoluted mind was thinking about as he rubbed his chin
and glanced down the street. Suddenly, he turned back toward them
grinning so wide it looked as if his face might crack. “Okay,
okay. If you're just gonna bitch the whole time... Wait here a sec.”
He ducked into the nearby corner store before either could object.

Sasuke tried to ignore
the slight sense of dread settled deep in his gut. He glanced at
Sakura for some sort of explanation, but she only shrugged. Why he
put up with this shit was beyond him.

A few minutes later,
Naruto exited the store with a paper bag tucked under one arm. He
couldn't tell what all was in there, but Sasuke could easily see the
package of toilet paper sticking out of top.

Naruto didn't even
acknowledge their inquiring looks and instead launched into a
question of sorts that lacked pretty much all the details. “You've
got three choices: Kakashi's apartment, the old hag's office, or
Kiba's place.” Sasuke didn't miss “the shit”
mumbled along with that last choice.

There was a distinct
moment of silence, then Naruto sighed.“Never mind. I'll pick.
This'll be fun, trust me.” The blond smiled, genuinely this
time.

Sasuke's previously
tickling sense of dread suddenly became heavy as a lead weight.

~*~

The view from the roof
wasn't bad. It was a taller building in one of the older districts of
the village that had once been primarily residential. As time had
passed, though, businesses had slowly started springing up throughout
the area and with them, bolder paint choices, more street lights, and
more people. It was interesting to look at if not altogether
aesthetically pleasing. Leaning a little to look down over the edge,
Sasuke watched a young couple walk past on the sidewalk several
stories below him and thought about how, a few years ago, Naruto
would've found the situation a prime opportunity for a well-placed
water balloon or stink bomb. Things may have changed but only
marginally, he decided as he turned his attention back to him
teammates a few feet away.

“You can't be
serious.” Sakura shook her head in disbelief at the package in
her hands.

“Sure I can.”
Naruto sat, feet splayed in front of him as he continued to rummage
through the paper bag before tossing another box without looking.
“Trade with him if you want.”

Sasuke easily caught
the scented pink box and damn near dropped it upon reading the label.
“What the hell are we going to do with these?”

“They're for
you,” he snickered. “Unless you've decided to quit being
a pussy already and help us.”

He was going to kill
him!

Surprisingly, Sakura
took it upon herself before he even had a chance.

“Idiot!”
she shrieked while whopping their annoying teammate over the head
with her fist. “I never agreed to this.”

“Aww, come on!”
Naruto whined. His bag of supplies had spilled around his feet, and
he was rubbing the top of his head where a second lump was beginning
to form. Sucking it up, he flashed her another grin. “You know
you wanna.” His expression only served to add to the innuendo.

She started to yell
something back but stopped mid-breath as if suddenly unsure of what
to say. Instead she frowned a moment before continuing. “There
aren't even words for how stupid and ridiculous this is.”

“Which is exactly
why the two of you are going to do it!”

“...I'm not
listening to this.” Sasuke turned to leave. Naturally, he
wasn't two steps away before Naruto was scrambling to stop him.

“Wait. Five
minutes. That's all I ask, then you can go home and forget all about
it. Both of you,” he added, glancing over at Sakura.

Sasuke tried not to
think about the way the blond continued to press his hand against his
chest as he spoke, as if touching him wasn't even the tiniest bit
awkward after last night.

Sakura's eyebrows were
drawn and lips pursed instead of the usual screaming tirade and
threats of physical violence. She was already caving, Sasuke could
tell. And unfortunately, so could Naruto, because the loud-mouth then
turned all his attention on him.

“Please? I won't
ask anything of you ever again.”

Sasuke grit his teeth.
“That's a damn lie, and you know it!”

“I'll try my very
best for like a whole month even!”

He was fairly certain
Naruto's eyes had actually sparkled just then. Beside him, Sakura was
giving him a look he recognized as
let's-just-get-this-over-with-already-before-he-starts-actually-begging-because-you-know-he-will.
Sasuke sighed. “Five minutes. Then I'm going home.”

He was fairly certain
he'd have nightmares of the victory dance that followed for years to
come.

~*~

Naruto sighed
contentedly again as he pulled a hand up to rest behind his head.
He'd flopped down on the grass grinning ear-to-ear as soon as they'd
entered the park at full sprint. Sakura had at least made sure it was
clean before joining the idiot and patting the spot between them in
invitation. “That was awesome.” His stupid smile
had yet to leave.

Sasuke snorted. “It
wasn't that great.” He sat, leaning back on his hands, legs
stretched out in front of him as he stared up at the clear night sky.
Admittedly, he was the most relaxed he'd felt all evening.

“Oh, shut up. You
liked it.”

He felt Naruto nudge
his calf and didn't resist the urge to kick him. Just because the
moron was right, didn't mean he had to know it.

“Ow! See if I
show you a good time again. Next time it'll just be me an'
Sakura-chan, since you wanna be such a prick.”

“That
a promise?” Upon seeing Naruto's response, Sasuke made a mental
note to, next chance he got, shove that god damned finger up the
idiot's.... Uh, maybe he should just break it instead.

Next to them, Sakura
cleared her throat.

“Oh no!”
the blond argued. “Don't even try to deny it. I was
watching. You had more fun than I did!”

The irony was that, as
far as Sasuke could tell, it was true.

Out of the corner of
his eye, he saw Sakura blow her bangs out of her face before rolling
onto her side. With a sigh, she propped herself up on her elbow and
leveled them with a look. Something about the gesture struck him as
so much more mature than she had the right to be, considering current
circumstances and all.

“Just because it
wasn't the worst thing I've ever let you talk me into, doesn't
mean it's something we'll be doing regularly.” She was trying
to keep a stern face, he could tell, but the slight curve of her lip
gave her away.

Naruto, on the other
hand, was a different story. “Liar.” He was still flat on
his back looking thoroughly satiated. Until he scrunched his eyes and
scraped his tongue against his teeth again.

Sakura laughed. “Is
that still bothering you? I thought 'bad ass shinobi' weren't
bothered by little things like bad tastes.”

His reply was decidedly
whiny and accusatory. “You didn't try it.”

“I was busy with
other things,” she argued. “Besides, did you really have
to put it in your mouth?”

“I thought we
decided we were gonna blow...”

She cut him off. “No,
you decided that. I said it would have the same effect either
way.”

Naruto sat up then, his
expression horribly patronizing. “Look, sometimes you just need
to trust me, okay? I mean, you're a girl. How could you understand?”

Sasuke mentally
groaned. They had to know how this sounded, right?

“I see,”
she glowered. “I wouldn't understand, and yet, you're
the one still complaining about the taste of condom in your mouth.”

Naruto's cheeks puffed
up in brilliant display of poutiness, but he thankfully dropped the
issue, instead turning his focus on their team leader.
“Kakashi-sensei loves us too much to kill us, don'tcha think?”
The idiot looked oddly amused by the fact.

“He hasn't killed
us yet; I don't know why he'd start now,” Sakura offered.

“It's probably
safe to say our mission pay will be docked for a while, though.”

Beside him, Sakura
groaned. “Why do I let you talk me into these things,
Naruto?”

“Because you love
me?”

She threw a rock at his
head and nailed him right between the eyes.

“Oh, sure.
Perverted genjutsu are fine, but drag you into a little harmless
vandalism and you get violent on me.”

“I wasn't any
more okay with those genjutsu than you were.” She quickly
shifted a guilt-ridden gaze his direction before glaring once again
at Naruto.

Sasuke closed his eyes
momentarily. And now they were back to this. Were they trying
to make him miserable? “I don't think a few.... pads and
inflated condoms stuck to his windows really count as vandalism.”

Naruto cleared his
throat. “Uh, yeah, it does actually. At least The Third always
thought so.”

He would know,
Sasuke brooded.

Sakura's mumbled “oh
god” sounded utterly horrified, and peering at them with her
hands over her mouth, she moaned, “How many rolls of toilet
paper did we use?”

“Hey! No panic
attacks!” Naruto ordered. “We're having fun, remember?”

“Are we?”
she demanded, glaring hard enough to make even the most seasoned
shinobi second guess any plans to cross her.

Naruto was oblivious as
usual. That or he was trying
to piss her off. It was hard to tell sometimes. “Well, it's no
wild romp on the Hokage monument, but yeah, it's fun.”

Sakura threw another
rock at him; Sasuke was tempted to throw one as well. They'd had a
dozen conversations like this one – ones that he'd even
participated in! – but too much was too much.

“Naruto, if
you're comparing a 'wild romp' to TP'ing Sensei's apartment –
something I haven't done since I was 13 by the way – I think
Jiraiya scarred you much, much more than you originally let on.”
She threw a wink Sasuke's direction and sat back looking very pleased
with herself.

With a deep, calming
breath, Sasuke closed his eyes and tried to ignore the fact that for
once vulgar, loud-mouthed Naruto was at a loss for words. It was bad
enough Sakura was joking about sex again. It wasn't something she was
prone to doing, usually reserved for putting Naruto's assumptions in
their rightful place. And usually, even he was able to find it
amusing. But sometimes,
sometimes, there was a flirtatious edge to her indignant
criticism. It was.... weird.

It didn't take long for
Naruto to recover, luckily or unluckily as that may be. He chuckled
then said, “Well, I wouldn't call myself scarred, but.”
He glanced over at them, index finger pointing at nothing in
particular but pointing nonetheless. “I won't lie and say there
aren't some things I'd wish I'd never seen.” He made a face
then. “Did I ever tell you 'bout that time I walked in on
Ero-sennin, a prostitute, and the biggest bowl of phallic-shaped
fruit ever?”

“No,”
Sakura answered quickly, eyes wide in alarm. “And please, for
the sake of my stomach, don't.”

Naruto looked a little
disgruntled at that but thankfully kept the details of Jiraiya's
conquest to himself. “Although,” he added, much to
Sasuke's horror. “I guess I can sorta see the attraction. I
mean, if I were to walk in on you and a banana, I'd prolly be down
for that.”

The fact that he looked
utterly depraved was only made worse by the fact that Sasuke wasn't
sure which of them he'd said it to. Maybe even both of them, he
decided, watching Naruto grin like a lecher as he glanced back and
forth between them. Ugh.

“Can you go even
five minutes without talking about sex?” Before he even had
time to process the thought, he was on his feet, the words already
out his mouth. Sasuke grit his teeth and turned away from them. So
much for going along with their little charade.

“But I always
talk like this.” There was nothing but confusion in his tone.

Sasuke resisted the
urge to kick something in frustration. “I know!”

“Er, so?”

“So? So?!
So maybe sometimes I just want to be with my friends without the
mental images of wild romps on mountains or sweaty threesomes after
training or wondering if that joke really was a joke after all or
what that look was supposed to mean. And... bananas?
Seriously, what the hell?” His head began to pound, and
the urge to hit something was unbearable. He was mad, mad at the bet,
mad at them for acting like everything was perfectly normal, mad at
himself for just not getting it. But mostly, he was mad at
himself for blurting it all out just then. Once it started coming,
though, it didn't seem to be able to stop. “Damn it!!”
He kicked the ground hard enough to send a cloud of dust toward the
tree line.

Behind him, his
teammates were silent. Sasuke took a deep breath and turned to face
them. Sakura was biting her lip again, and Naruto had the good sense
to look a little embarrassed. Then his teammates were exchanging yet
another look – those had to mean something. In his
mind's eye, he could still feel Naruto pressed up against him and the
pangs of arousal that shot through him when the moron had
breathlessly begged, Come on, man. Let me do this for you.

Sasuke shook his head
in defeat. “This isn't going to work.”

Naruto started to
protest but was unable to get any further than “But.”

Just... make it
quick.

He
had to look away. “We can't just pretend like every thing's
fine and it actually be
that way. Some things you can't take
back.”

“Who says I want
to take anything back?”

“You have no idea
what I mean, do you?”

Naruto was instantly on
his feet and in Sasuke's face. “Oh, fuck you. I know exactly
what you're saying. Look, man, what's done is done. You're the only
one being an obsessive asshole. As usual.” By the time he was
done, the anger had already drained out of him.

“Am I?”
Beside them, Sakura looked like she wanted to say something, but when
it didn't happen a second later, Sasuke turned to leave.

“Wait.”
Sakura grabbed his shoulder, and it took everything in his power not
to jerk out of her grasp.

“What?” The
weariness in his voice surprised even himself.

“You two have to
walk me home.”

Sasuke snorted. “I
think Dead Last can handle that much at least.”

“No, it has to be
both of you,” she insisted, this time with a lot more
conviction.

“Why?”

“Because. We're
all out together, and it's customary for the boys to walk the
girls home.” He started to pull away, but her grip on his shirt
tightened, fingers twisting into the fabric. “Please, Sasuke.”

He eyed her skeptically
a moment, but the exhaustion settling in his bones was all the
convincing he needed. Anything to be done with the both of them,
really. “Fine,” he sighed and turned toward her home the
second Sakura released him. They quickly caught up.

The trio only made it a
block before she suddenly hooked her arm in Sasuke's. He froze at the
contact and quickly twisted his arm around in hope of dislodging it.
But Sakura was having none of that. He got the feeling that she could
be dead and would still be latched onto his arm just as tightly as
she was then with the same seemingly innocent smile. “What are
you doing?” he demanded.

“Being walked
home,” she answered simply and offered her other arm to Naruto
who nodded cheerfully and took it. Obviously, they were in on it
together, he thought. Or at the very least, Dumb Ass approved.

“Uh huh.”
This was about as innocent as the time Orochimaru invited him to his
private onsen under the pretense of 'relaxation,' but this was
different in that he couldn't quite figure out their motives. They
weren't out to humiliate him – he was fairly certain
anyway. They seemed genuinely concerned with keeping their team
together, so how did this fit in the picture?

He didn't have to wait
long for an answer, since a few minutes later found them on Sakura's
front lawn. She quickly disentangled and turned to face them. He was
fairly certain the breast brushing against his arm as she did so had
been no accident. He tried not to dwell on that.

“I had fun,”
she began.

Sasuke kept his doubts
to himself; she'd just deny it anyway.

“Next time will
be better.” It was silent for a second while she chewed the
inside of her cheek. But then she stepped forward with speed she
rarely displayed outside of work, and...

Sasuke stiffened when
her lips touched his cheek, but just as quickly, they were gone.

“Wha?”

Immediately, her finger
went to his lips, silencing him. “Don't. Not now, okay? Just...
let me try.”

Once
again, memory of Naruto's words frolicked through his thoughts.
Let me do this for you.

His eyes searched hers,
but all he found was a mirror of himself it seemed. Awkward and
confused, but hopeful. A moment later, the finger fell, and Sasuke
watched wide-eyed as Sakura then kissed Naruto on the cheek. The
blond was grinning widely – the idiot probably couldn’t
help it – but even he wore an expression of bewilderment as if
he, too, realized what an interesting predicament they were all in.

This was…. To be
honest, Sasuke had no words for what he thought about this. Would
anything ever be normal between the three of them? Was it even
possible? It definitely hadn’t started out normal, and if they
proceed with ....this, life was certain to only get more bizarre.

Sakura smiled at both
of them, her cheeks almost as red as her shirt, before turning to
climb the steps of her porch. “‘Night guys. See you in
the morning,” she called with one last glance over her shoulder
upon reaching the door. Without looking, he knew Naruto was watching
her as well, and Sasuke grinned despite himself.

What did he know of
normal anyway? That was something other people experienced,
ordinary people, not Uchihas and certainly not Uchihas who defect in
order to kill the older brother who wiped out their clan. No, Sasuke
could admit to himself he didn’t have the first clue about
being normal.

The door clicked shut,
and Sasuke glanced at his other teammate. The doofus was still
grinning sheepishly at the house. It was a long couple of seconds
before he finally turned toward Sasuke.

“I'm not
walking you home.”

Naruto chuckled a
moment before he seemed to catch on. “Oi! I'm not walking you
home either.” His retort lacked any real venom to it, though.

They fell in step as
they started back the way they came. “You're both fucking nuts.
You know that, right?” The fact that he thought he was equally
crazy for even entertaining the idea he kept to himself.

Naruto chuckled and
folded his arms behind his head. “Yeah, well, what's new?”

Sasuke shook his head
and continued the rest of the trip in silence. Normal was overrated
anyway.
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