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Disguised Curses	By : Raholea Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 2438 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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CH 8

He sniffed, sorting things out even as his mind dragged itself out of the deep sleep he’d finally gotten. A little dust. Fresh cleaner. Old wood. Yup, this could be his apartment. When did he fall asleep? Last thing he remembered was trees and grass. He whirled in an instant, the sense of someone behind him immediately setting him on edge. His hand was around someone’s throat and his kunai under the pillow- wait, there wasn’t one. Where the heck was the weapon he kept under his pillow just for occasions like this? His hand twitched in reflex, searching, and he realized whoever was standing there with their throat in his other hand hadn’t bothered to move. He forced himself to look at the head above the neck and focus.

Pale skin, dark hair, and vaguely pissed bottomless pits stared back at him, two snakes a breath away from his wrist. He forced himself to let go, knowing Sasuke wouldn’t hesitate to let those scaled things bite him if he persisted. Though, he had to wonder, what was Sasuke doing at his place??

Sasuke smirked. The confusion of that whiskered face was just too cute, and he expected nothing less from his friend. The instinct that left him in the grip of the other’s palm had been expected and prepared for, knowing that Naruto’s long stay in enemy territory would make him jumpy and on edge. He almost laughed when Naruto turned away from him, flipping back the pillow and staring at the empty sheet beneath. “Idiot,” he commented. “You’re not at your place, sleepy head.”

He wasn’t expecting the stillness that took over, or the way those eyes came up to peer sharply at him and then the room. They settled on the painted crest on the wall above the headboard. After a couple heartbeats, the tense aura left and Naruto nearly collapsed back onto the bed.

As it was, he slid into glaring pile of gooey muscle and red swirls.

“Bastard Uchiha,” he grumbled, letting the pent- up energy seep out of him. It was the fox’s chakra, and he knew he was almost glowing red right now. Served the bastard right for dragging him into the clan home instead of taking him back to his apartment to sleep comfortably there. Oh, yeah, he wasn’t supposed to be alone anymore. He groaned as he remembered Sasuke telling him that he was the brat’s permanent ‘bodyguard’.

“I was about to wake you up to eat something, but if you’re that lazy I’ll just let you lie here and get more sleep.”

That worked. Naruto popped out of the bed and was scrambling across the room to the door so fast he nearly slid right into the wall. The smile that lit up his face was the old, genuine smile that always had people privately wishing the boy would settle down. Sasuke knew the day that Naruto turned down food was going to be the day the boy wasn’t himself anymore. “Do you still manage to survive on ramen, like you used to? Or will you eat more normal foods?” The slow grin that he was faced with was quite different than the look before. Some of that livelihood was missing.

“I’ll eat just about anything, Sasuke, providing it doesn’t eat me first. Although, if you’re offering, I could enjoy a bowl or two at my favorite shop.” Sasuke grinned inside, hiding it with a sigh. The blonde had been acting way too out of it since he’d come back from this last mission.

“I suppose I can treat you out to breakfast if you get dressed decent and can promise you’ll behave. No rampaging through the streets of Konoha, ok?” He should have expected the pounce that followed. Really. It was like a full night’s sleep had done a lot toward improving the usual mood.

“Thanks, man!!” He jumped off of Sasuke at the increasingly peeved look and then paused. “What do you mean, breakfast? And I’m dressed fine! I-” He glanced down when the scowl became a smirk and nearly freaked. “You stripped me! Pervert!” He dashed back into the bedroom, slamming the door behind his boxers- clad body.

Sasuke sighed. Yup. The old Naruto was back in full swing. At least it was an improvement on getting beat up by a fuming fox- nin or the depressed young man he’d walked into the Hokage’s office the day before. “Twenty minutes, Naruto. Shower and dress; there should be clothes in the bathroom. Your old ones were torn and filthy.” I just have to manage to survive this day, he told himself. It’s not that hard.

The day, past its rather bumpy start, had continued quite well. Naruto ate a bit more than his usual, claiming he missed the good food and that trail rations never sufficed. After, Sasuke managed to drag him to his apartment where they spent a full half hour arguing. Sasuke, in accordance with the orders he’d gotten from Tsunade the morning before, was insisting on Naruto moving onto the Uchiha grounds. Naruto was convinced it was a bad idea. Plus, he liked his apartment. It was the one place he called home. “I don’t care, Sasuke. And your place gives me the creeps.”

“I refuse to sleep on your couch. Either we can share your bed here or you can move into my home. Or you can take this whole thing back up with Tsunade, and I doubt she’ll give you much options. If any. At least this way you can have a room near enough to me I can handle anything that may go wrong, and you can still have your privacy. If you can get back in control and keep it, then I’ll talk to Tsunade and see what adjustments we can make.” I’m not guaranteeing anything, he thought. He wasn’t about to admit just how permanent this situation might be.

Naruto grumbled something that came out as a half- growl. He couldn’t exactly argue with the other’s logic, but he wasn’t going to just cave in. He knew exactly how bad the situation could get if something happened and Kyuubi took over his body. There probably wouldn’t be a Konoha left, and if it did manage to survive, he’d be marked a top threat against the village. That was one position he would never want. So, he bit his tongue, winced at the pain, and proceeded to pack his stuff up.

He’d stuffed his clothes and most of his personal items into a duffel and turned to grab a few pictures off his dresser. Sasuke has already there, holding one in his hands, so Naruto grabbed the others and set them on top of a towel, to be added to the load safely. As he glanced at each one getting folded into the towel, he realized which one Sasuke must be holding and turned hard. He hadn’t wanted the raven to know he had that one. “Sasuke… ”

Damn. He’d never seen that look on his friend’s face before. Shock, anger, … and was that regret? That expression, he’d do anything to wipe that look away. “Sasuke?”

“Who drew this for you?” The ink sketch was shoved at him. “Who captured this moment for you, Naruto?” His hands wrapped around the frame and tugged it free from the angry grip. The black ink depicted a bound young man kneeling on the floor. ANBU guards stood nearby and on one side sat the council and Tsunade. Bruises and marks from battle decorated the visible parts of the prisoner’s face and body, the hair was a mess, but otherwise he was a blank. No emotion captured in that face, no fear, no anger, nothing obvious. Just a hint of pride in his shoulders and stubborn set of the jaw. The black inked eyes stared resolutely at the seats across from him.

“Sai painted this. I couldn’t be there for your trial, and when I saw this I asked him about it. He gave it to me for keeps.” He finished packing away the last few items. “I know it cost you a lot to make yourself come back here, Sasuke. You couldn’t be sure they would let you back in. I never said thank you for that. This,” he picked up the sketch in question, “this reminds me that you were willing to take whatever they sentenced for you.”

Sasuke came next to Naruto and nudged his shoulder. “It’s nothing, Naruto. I wasn’t expecting to see a reminder of that day, here.” He’d never told him everything about what he was sentenced to, either. He’d rather forget the day he spent with Ibiki, relating everything he could about Itachi and Orochimaru. He now carried a very healthy respect for the village interrogator. “Let’s head back and pick you out a room. Unless you want to sleep with me?” He asked, permitting a leer to show.

The tease broke the mood as planned, sending Naruto back into a rant about how much a pervert Sasuke must have become while being with ‘the bastard snake sannin’. Sasuke ignored it but smirked. The blonde was just too predictable. And cute, though he wouldn’t admit that.

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