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The Good Stuff	By : CloudyJay Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1443 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 6
- 7
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Chapter Seven
Ino watched silently as Naruto got ready, an irritated expression on her face.
It wasn't long ago that he had told her where he had gotten the money to pay for the bills and rent, and she wasn't happy about it at all. Suspicious, she had put it. A random stranger handing out wads of cash just like that. But what Ino did not know was that Sasuke had asked shortly beforehand that he wanted Naruto to star in a porno. No, Naruto had left that out, because the last thing Naruto needed was an infuriated Ino stomping through town and looking for the Uchiha.
Besides, having a girl defend his honor sounded pretty damn humiliating.
Besides, besides. He didn't want Ino to feel like she had to defend him at all. He could handle himself, and even though she knew that, she still saw him as a little brother. He knew that, and while he found it incredibly endearing and was thankful for it, he didn't want to worry her with it. As stated before, he could handle himself.
Ino's eyes lidded. Naruto tried to ignore the obvious irritation that was seeping from her very presence and picked up a comb. Then immediately put it down after the first stroke because three or four teeth had broken off into the wild mass that was his hair. He grumbled and picked the little things of plastic from his hair. Ino couldn't help but snort at that.
“If you'd brush it out after you showered, it wouldn't be that bad.”
“I ain't a girl. I don't need to be all fancy with it.”
Ino shook her head with a grin. “Well, if that creep tries anything, you can just sic your hair on him, then.”
Even Naruto had to laugh.
The blond looked towards the clock hanging over the TV and blinked. It was already 5: 21. He sighed and stuffed his wallet into his pocket. Ino looked towards the clock after he had and frowned. “You should have given yourself an hour.”
“I know.”
“You should show up late, just to piss him off.”
“I already told him that if he was late, I'd leave.”
“I don't like this guy, Naruto.”
Said blond paused, having been right in front of the door and ready to open it. He turned to look at Ino. Her voice had sounded concerned and urgent, and her face matched that tone. Her arms had wrapped around herself and she stared at her feet. Naruto blinked and turned to face her fully. She took in a deep breath.
“He worries me,” she said. “I mean, what if he tries to rape you or something? What if he's some weird stalker or murderer?”
“He's not-- I mean, he's not a murderer,” Naruto tried to explain, though he didn't sound so convinced himself. He reached his hand up to scratch at his cheek. No, he didn't think Sasuke would actually murder him, but a stalker? Yes. Rapist? ...It wasn't out of the question. “Look, I've got my knife in the car. If he tries anything, I'll---”
“What if you can't get to it in time?”
“Then I'll kick his ass with my bare hands.”
“What if he's got a gun?”
“Ino, he doesn't have---”
“But what if he does?”
Naruto flinched at her tone. Her voice had risen some, and she was visibly tensed. After a few seconds, she released a breath slowly through her mouth and let her shoulders slump. “I just,” she paused for a moment, then reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear. “don't like him.”
“I don't either, honestly,” Naruto said in a nonchalant manner, reaching into his pocket to make sure he had his keys. “But, he helped me out big time. I can't just be an ass and tell him to screw off. He might actually just want to be friends.”
He could tell Ino wasn't buying it. She was still skeptical, and part of Naruto was irritated because of it. He wasn't sure why, but it felt like Ino was trying to be Sakura. The girl had never been this overprotective before Sakura had left. And while he was sure it was just because the situation was rather sketchy, it still nagged him in the back of his mind. Now that he had thought of Sakura, he was suddenly depressed and going out felt...
Too soon.
And he wasn't sure why he even felt that way. This wasn't a date, and he had stated before that he didn't like men. So why did he suddenly feel like going to a damn bowling alley with Sasuke would hurt Sakura?
Naruto glanced at Ino, who had been staring at him the entire time he was lost in those thoughts. It wasn't until a few seconds later that Naruto realized his face had contorted into an angry expression. Catching himself, he softened his features and grinned. “I'll be fine,” he said as he opened the door and held it open for Ino. The girl wanted to voice her concerns even further, but stepped out of the apartment, anyway. Naruto turned off the lights and closed the door, locked it, then turned to Ino. She blinked at seeing an-all-too serious frown on his face.
“Ino, I know I do some stupid shit, but---” he sighed, trying not to sound angry. “But I don't need you to mother me like Sakura did, OK?”
She looked like she wanted to protest, but looked down with a guilty face, instead. Naruto took that as her understanding, and when she nodded, he smiled and stepped closer to her. He hugged her, very briefly, then stepped by her. She watched as he made his way down the stairs, turning to wave at her once before hurrying to his car. She smiled until he pulled out of the parking lot, then frowned once again and looked to her feet.
Why am I trying to be Sakura, now?
Sasuke tried his hardest to repress his smirk when he saw Naruto running towards him, late. So very late. Twelve minutes late, to be precise. Sasuke had kept time so he could calculate just how much he could pick on the blond when he finally arrived. When Naruto finally slowed to a stop in front of the Uchiha, he let his smirk break free.
“You are late.”
“I know,” the blond wheezed.
“You had threatened me earlier. You said that if I was even a second late---”
“Shut the hell up, I know.” Wheeze. Wheeze.
“...How far did you run?”
“My car broke down, but not too far from here,” Naruto said, straightening and fanning himself lightly. Again, Sasuke smirked. Naruto looked so much better when he wasn't wearing that work uniform. Orange, plaid button-up. Baggy, fadded jeans. And a pair of well-worn black boat shoes. But, oh, that shirt was a bit tight on him. Mm. Mmm.
Sasuke tore his eyes from Naruto's somewhat feminine waist to look at the blond's face. He squinted at the angry expression.
“Look, if you're gonna be giving me porno stares all night, I'm gonna go home.”
“That was not a 'porno stare'.”
“Then what was it?”
“It was a, 'you look very nice and I respect your personal space' stare.”
Naruto wanted to call bullshit, but decided against it. Sasuke grabbed the collar of his own black t-shirt and tugged on it, feeling as if it was suddenly trying to strangle him. After an awkward and tense silence, Naruto reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, walking towards the doors of the bowling alley. Sasuke's brows knitted together when he saw the blond pull out some money, then reached out and pressed his hand down, forcing the money back into his wallet. “I'm paying,” he said. Naruto pursed his lips.
“You sure? I'm gonna want a lot to eat.”
“Yes.”
“And I'm gonna want to win a lot of tickets for a prize. And maybe go skating.”
“I'm sure.”
Naruto seemed hesitant at first, but shrugged and stuffed his wallet and money back into his pocket. Sasuke was a bit surprised at that, but smirked just the same. Once inside, Sasuke almost immediately regretted coming. Three little kids ran across in front of them, almost making the two men stumble and fall. While Naruto smiled, Sasuke heaved a sigh. Little kids. All dirty and screaming with their little mouths smeared with pizza sauce and whatever they begged their parents to get them. One girl had mustard around her lips. Sasuke was not fond of children.
Apparently, Sasuke had to pay to put money on a card for them to play the games. When had this started? What happened to quarters? Either way, he paid the man at the front counter to put $20 on a card for Naruto. The man nodded, then handed the tacky, yellow plastic card to Sasuke, who handed it to Naruto. Big, rainbow letters on it promised them a “Fun Time!” Sasuke groaned.
Naruto was enthusiastic, though. He grinned and practically skipped towards the arcade area while Sasuke followed behind. After looking over the selection of prizes, Naruto squinted and seemed to look disappointed. Sasuke stepped beside him and, without turning his head to look at the Uchiha, Naruto spoke.
“All of these are lame.”
“What did you expect? This is a children's arcade.”
Naruto shot a glare at Sasuke, then turned his attention back to the prizes. “I like the lava lamp,” he noted, then turned to the games. After the blond had earned around 2,000 tickets from fucking Wheel of Fortune alone, he had finally branched off into the daring world of Skee-Ball and some taiko drumming game and the blond had more tickets than he could hold. Sasuke had been sitting on a bench nearby, not really wanting to play anything. The Uchiha leaned back and laced his fingers over his stomach, content with just watching the other have a good time, but when he saw Naruto walking towards him with the card in hand, he stood and moved to pull out more money.
Naruto blinked and stopped the brunette. “No, no,” he said over the various noises of the arcade. “You wanna play somethin' with me?”
Sasuke seemed confused.
“What?”
“Uhm. A game?”
After a moment, Naruto gave Sasuke a “not some sick perv-o game” look, and the Uchiha almost snorted. “What do you want to play?”
“I dunno. Air hockey? I'm bored by myself.”
Sasuke seemed reluctant, but obviously saw no reason as to why he shouldn't. After Naruto managed organize his fat stack of tickets, he slung them over his shoulder and guided the Uchiha to the air hockey table. Sasuke watched as the other bent over to scan the card, trying not to linger on his ass, then moved to take his place on one side of the table. Naruto grinned brilliantly, his eyes closing and giving him a rather charming, fox-like expression as he twisted his upper body from side-to-side, stretching.
“Hope you're ready to get your butt kicked. I'm a pro at---”
Clunk, ping, plop, whirr.
Robotic voice: “Point to Player Red.”
Naruto opened his eyes to see Sasuke standing on the other side, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he gripped the red pusher. Naruto blinked, then slammed his hands flat on the top of the table, frowning deeply.
“I wasn't ready!”
“The screen said to begin.”
“But I wasn't ready!”
“It's timed, you know. You'll lose if you keep flapping your gums.”
Naruto growled and gripped the blue pusher. “Bastard,” he mumbled, then reached down to grab the puck from his slot and place it on the table. And the match began. Sasuke quickly found out that Naruto was, indeed, good at this game, but somehow Sasuke had managed to stay one point ahead the entire time. Not much longer, the lights on the sides of the table flickered off and that, in Naruto's humble opinion, stupid robot voice declared Sasuke as the winner. The blond groaned and leaned over the edge of the table, not bothering to watch Sasuke reach down and pluck his tickets out from the dispenser.
“No fair! You used a cheap shot!”
“Stop being a baby. You can have the tickets.”
Sasuke held them out for the blond, but Naruto merely stared at them. After a moment, he shook his head and pushed them back towards the Uchiha. “You won 'em. Get yourself somethin' nice.” Sasuke scoffed.
“Like what? A coloring book?”
“They got little bracelets and stuff.”
Sasuke sighed and laid the string of tickets over the top of Naruto's head, then turned and walked towards the exit of the arcade. “I'm hungry. Get your prize and we'll eat.”
Naruto frowned and reached up to move the tickets from his head, but did as he was told.
The two sat in the diner, which was modeled to look like it was from the fifties or something, waiting for their food to arrive. Sasuke leaned forward, fingers laced and elbows resting on the tabletop. Naruto was leaned back, grinning softly as he looked over his new lava lamp. Sasuke snorted lightly to himself, finding Naruto's childishness to be... He wasn't sure what word to use. Usually, childishness and anything having to do with children made Sasuke cringe, but being with Naruto when the blond wasn't fussing at the brunette for being a pervert was relaxing. Sasuke had wished that he could see more of Naruto like this: happy and care-free, not worried about having to stab Sasuke with a hunting knife or fretting over the bills.
For a brief moment, Sasuke forgot about why he was even here, and when he remembered, he briefly questioned his own motives.
The smile that had crept onto his face slowly fell back into a thoughtful frown, and he was thankful that Naruto had not seen the transformation. When their food and drinks finally arrived, Naruto sat up and set the lava lamp to the side. The waitress set down a large platter with a pizza on it and their two drinks, then smiled and said she hoped they enjoyed it.
Naruto was quick to pick up what looked to be the largest slice, then took a large bite out of it. He hummed happily as he chewed. Sasuke had actually placed his slice on a plate and was stabbing at it with a fork, trying to cut it. Upon seeing this, the blond squinted and leaned forward a bit.
“You're s'posed to use your hands.”
“I am aware,” the Uchiha said dryly. “But it's too greasy.”
“You can just wash your hands right after you eat, though...”
“I still don't like the feeling.”
Naruto leaned back and looked at Sasuke as if he had just farted out a cow or something, then lifted his pizza up for another bite. “You must be pretty boring, other than the whole porn star thing.”
Sasuke flinched and almost choked on the bit of food he ha managed to get into his mouth. A woman and her husband had passed just as Naruto had said that. They turned their heads to give Sasuke a questioning sneer, and the brunette cleared his throat and spoke.
“You shouldn't use that kind of slang, kid.”
“Wha--?”
“It's rude.”
“Bastard, it ain't slang. You're a por--”
“Eat your food.”
“Don't tell me what to do--!”
“I'm never babysitting you again.”
“I'll kill you--!”
“Just eat or I won't buy you any ice cream.”
Not-so-but-sort-of-surprisingly, that shut Naruto up. The blond growled and took a furious bite out of his pizza. Sasuke smirked devilishly and rested his cheek against his palm. The couple had blinked and muttered something about ill-mannered teenagers and walked off to wherever they were headed. Just as Sasuke had gotten settled with his feelings of victory, Naruto's foot shot out and landed a blow right to the man's shin. The Uchiha doubled over slightly, and Naruto slowly withdrew his foot, smiling around his food.
Both Sasuke and Naruto stood beside the blond's crappy car, waiting for the tow truck that Sasuke had called for to arrive and lug the pile of junk back to his apartment. Sasuke would have offered to take a look at it, but he knew damn well that he didn't know shit about cars. He'd probably hit the thing with a wrench and it'd explode and form a mushroom cloud. So, they waited, standing beside each other quite awkwardly. Naruto chanced a glance at Sasuke, who was busy watching the other few cars pass by on the road. Before the blond could even look away, Sasuke caught his stare and blinked.
“So. How will you get to work? Do you need me to give you a ride?”
“N-no,” Naruto stuttered, wishing he hadn't. “I'll just borrow my friend's old bike.”
Before Sasuke could say anything more, the tow truck had arrived and slowed to a stop in front of Naruto's car. The two watched the man work, and once he was done, Naruto moved to get inside his immobilized automobile, but quickly remembered something. He turned to face the Uchiha and reached into his pocket. “Hold out your hand, 'ne.”
Sasuke did as he was told, but flinched rather violently when the other slapped a snap bracelet onto his wrist. It stung for a moment, then he looked down at it with a slight frown. It was hot pink and, in lime green bubble text, read: “Tutti Frutti!” He looked up to Naruto with an unamused glare. The blond merely grinned.
“I got 'cha that with the tickets you won! Ain't I thoughtful?”
“How generous.”
Naruto lifted his hand to rub under his nose with his index finger, releasing a small chuckle before turning and finally slipping into his car, the lava lamp sitting in the passenger's seat all safe and buckled in. After giving the dark-haired man a small wave, the tow truck began to move and slowly pull the other's car with it.
Sasuke sighed and watched as they moved down the road until they were out of sight, then looked down to his most-likely reddened wrist. He stared at the bracelet with lidded eyes, trying his best not to smile.
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