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Chapter One: Downsized

There is something to be said about walking into your bedroom, finding a battle already in progress and not screaming bloody murder.

Even more so considering the participants.

Naruto Uzumaki stood rooted in the doorway and felt his eyebrow twitch, blue eyes wide and incredulous as he watched Sasuke drive the snake back with a graceful swing of his katana. The brunette back-flipped and darted sideways using one of the scattered empty ramen cups that littered the floor as cover as he hurled kunai smaller than thumbtacks at the serpent now hiding behind the room’s tipped over trash can.

It’s official- I have fucking lost my mind…The blonde rubbed at his eyes, blinked, then rubbed again. He looked around, bewildered gaze coming to rest on the familiar landmarks of his unmade bed, his nightstand, his weapons chest and the doors to bathroom and clothes closet. Everything was as he had left it this morning except for the knocked over trash can, the snake, and Sasuke Uchiha.

A very small Sasuke Uchiha.

Naruto wondered if he had hit his head at some point during his mission or if his sleep deprivation over Tsunade’s proclamation had finally caught up to him.

The snake hissed, the sound making the hair on the back of the blonde’s neck stand up, and crossed the room with lightning speed. Fangs dripping venom flashed, the reptile using the trash as cover to protect itself from the shuriken the Uchiha tossed at it, closing in on the small body with predatory grace, weaving and dodging Sasuke’s attacks with ease. Before Naruto could consciously will it, his hand was moving, making kunai suddenly rain down upon the snake, slicing the slim body into chunky pieces.

“Sasuke?” Frowning, Naruto lowered his hand and moved slowly into the room, eyes hunting for the little oddity amidst the trash. He’d lost sight of the Uchiha once the blonde had attacked the snake and so Naruto stepped carefully, using his toes to nudge crumbled papers gently out of his path, eyes searching warily for any sign of Sasuke’s white kimono coat or that God-awful purple bow the Uchiha wore as a belt. Apparently, when you were as diminutive as Sasuke currently was, there were plenty of places to hide even in Naruto’s small bedroom. With the metallic stench of bloody raw meat and the acrid stench of poison from the damn snake clogging his nose, he couldn’t sniff the other out. With the rain coming through the open window pelting the sill and pattering onto the floor, he couldn’t hear the other’s heartbeat either. Naruto could detect nothing that betrayed the brunette’s presence and, frustrated, the blonde stomped over to the window and slammed it shut before returning to his previous spot, focusing on the ramen cup he had seen the Uchiha disappear behind during the battle.

“Hn.” Naruto almost missed it, the tiny answer was so soft and it was only due to his enhanced hearing that he did manage to detect it. The cup was shoved and rolled away to reveal Sasuke as he sheathed his katana, putting his hands on his hips. Even only several inches tall, the Uchiha still managed to look down his nose at the blonde as they stared at one another, and, warily, Naruto sank to one knee, brain attempting to process this strange situation and failing. There were so many emotions clamoring- rioting- inside him that it made it impossible to concentrate enough to pick one out and so the blonde’s expression remained blank despite the memories and questions nagging at him. The pair stared at one another and the longer it went on, the more those questions and memories tried to force their way into the forefront of Naruto’s mind but the blonde mentally shoved them aside, unwilling to disturb the peace in the room.

Sasuke took a step toward him, drawing the blonde’s attention as he did so, and Naruto drank in the sight despite the inherent anger that tried to rear up over the Sound uniform.

“You’re so small.” The comment slipped out before the blonde could catch it and he watched the Uchiha bristle, lip curling up in an attempt to look haughty even as a light blush spread across his cheeks. It was true though and Naruto couldn’t help but marvel at the brunette’s current size, a whole whopping six inches. The urge to reach out and touch Sasuke, to physically prove that the other was there, was so strong that it made Naruto’s hand itch terribly and he had to curl his fingers into a fist to prevent the action.

But then the glaring brunette began to list to the side unexpectedly and without conscious thought Naruto’s hand shot out to catch him, cupping around the small form as he pulled the other closer for examination. Sasuke was heavy in his palm, heavier than the blonde would have thought given his size, and part of Naruto wondered if it was an illusion created by the heat pouring off of the Uchiha. The normally pale skin was flushed and sweaty, the Uchiha’s breathing even but labored, and Naruto lifted Sasuke higher, bringing him closer for a better look.

“Sasuke?” Naruto said loudly, only at the last minute remembering not to shout. Advertising the presence of a missing ninja, especially now, would not be helpful to either of them. “Teme, what’s wrong?”

The question was redundant. Sasuke was right under his nose and Naruto could feel the Uchiha’s hands trying to shove his nostrils away as the blonde inhaled strongly. Several more delicate sniffs followed as Naruto ignored Sasuke’s continued protests, the blonde concentrating on analyzing the information being presented. Underneath the potent scent of snake was the sharp, searing scent of poison as was the coppery sweetness of Sasuke’s blood but both were faint, old, mingled with the greasy smell of an herbal salve.

“Dobe,” The tiny figure hissed, again pushing at the tip of Naruto’s nose. When that didn’t work to drive him off, Sasuke gripped the sides of Naruto’s nostrils and sank his nails in.

“You’ve been bitten.” Wincing as Sasuke’s fingers clawed into the skin of his right nostril, Naruto moved his hand so that he could look relatively eye to eye with the brunet. “Not by this snake but another one and now the poison is spreading.”

Even as he spoke, his free hand was pulling at Sasuke’s clothing, tugging the purple bow free and opening the Uchiha’s shirt with suddenly clumsy fingers that seemed too thick as he hunted for the tell-tale wound. When a cursory glance of the sweating Uchiha’s chest revealed nothing, Naruto flipped the other over as gently as possible, easily manipulating Sasuke’s body despite the other’s protests. Once the flushed back was exposed, Naruto had his answer and he stared at the twin almost delicate looking furrows where a snake’s fangs had grazed his friend. The physical damage of the actual wound wasn’t much, easily treated by the hasty patch job Sasuke had done, but it still could have been enough to deliver a fatal dose of poison. As Naruto stared worriedly at the angry red lines radiating out from the twin furrows, debating with himself about the best course of action, Sasuke passed out.

Cursing a streak that should have had the paint blistering on the walls of his apartment, Naruto shot to his feet and began gathering supplies at breakneck speed, racing through his apartment in a way that implied practiced ease as he sought the items he would need to heal his injured friend. Determination made his expression hard and cold as he efficiently began setting things out on his kitchen table.

He hadn’t gotten Sasuke back from one snake only to lose him to another, damn it.

Night had fallen outside but Naruto had closed all the blinds and kept the lights off anyway. By the light of a candle, the blond carefully replaced the damp cloth covering Sasuke’s forehead then began dabbing gently at the brunette’s skin with a Q-tip to rid the pale expanse of sweat. He had already stripped the Uchiha and redressed his wounds; now all that was left to do was to ride out the night and help Sasuke fight the poison circulating through his veins. Naruto picked up another Q-tip and dipped it in the shallow bowl of water he’d been using all afternoon and momentarily transferred the cotton tipped stave to his non-dominate hand. He picked up the pair of tweezers with his right and removed the already dry towel from the small brunette’s brow to replace it with a fresh one. Pulling back the towel, Naruto swabbed Sasuke again in an attempt to help the other’s fevered skin cool off.

Currently, Sasuke was asleep on a folded clean hand towel, a flap of which was also serving as a blanket to keep him warm. Other than the gauze wrappings, the Uchiha was nude and Naruto watched the remains of the brunette’s outfit smolder in an ashtray with a glee he hadn’t felt in a very long time. Just to be safe, the blond dribbled wax over the mess in the dish and then set the flame to it again, further incinerating the ash. There- now all of Sasuke’s Sound clothes were dust.

Naruto smiled and gave into his need to touch his traitorous friend, carefully stroking the pad of his fingertip against the Uchiha’s short dark hair.

Sasuke was here! He was back in one, if small, piece! The blond nearly burst with the excited rush of adrenaline singing through his frame, chasing away any lingering feelings of fatigue from his mission and the depression that had descended earlier that week. Sasuke was here and he had come to Naruto for help. The blond was deeply touched by this and had to restrain himself from picking the other up and cuddling him. Tsunade had publicly announced that traitors wouldn’t be tolerated in Konoha and that treason carried a death sentence, period. This meant that Kill-On-Sight orders had been issued for both Itachi and Sasuke Uchiha. Even if they returned carrying the heads of all of Konoha’s enemies and pledged loyalty, there would be no chance for rehabilitation, only execution.

Naruto was not about to let Sasuke die, not now, no way. Once Naruto became Hokage he’d repeal Tsunade’s law and allow Sasuke to publicly ‘come home’ and pledge allegiance to the Village. Until then, the blond would just have to convince the Uchiha to take advantage of his small size and stay in the apartment secretly.

Putting his tools down, Naruto picked up an eyedropper and the open vial next to it, concentrating on keeping his hands steady as he sucked up a small drop of the liquid into the dropper. That done, he slid a hand under Sasuke’s towel and shifted the brunette into a semi-reclined position that tipped the brunette’s head back, the blond supporting the minor weight easily as he used the dropper to feed the Uchiha a general anti-venom cocktail. The glare Sasuke shot him would have made plastic flowers wilt but he drank the greenish liquid without much protest and Naruto couldn’t help the cheeky grin he beamed down at the other. Setting the eyedropper aside, Naruto awkwardly capped the vial one handed and put it back into his first aid kit in its proper slot next to his other emergency medical supplies.

“Are you thirsty?” The blond asked, unconsciously whispering. Size and the danger of discovery aside, there was just something about being in the vicinity of an injured person that made hushed voices mandatory. Naruto thought that this must be due to some sort of social failsafe; if you’re injured, the last thing you needed was to have some idiot shouting at you, making you feel worse.

Sasuke frowned, his eyes closed, but he didn’t refuse the offered drink and Naruto silently used the eyedropper again to suck up a drop of clean water from the glass he had set aside just for that purpose. The blond concentrated on holding still, letting the narrow glass tube hover just above the brunette’s mouth, allowing the Uchiha to drink at his own pace. For his trouble, the blond received a weak glare, but Sasuke did drink down the cool liquid, slumping back against the towel when he was through.

Laying the brunette slowly back down on the table, Naruto captured the other’s hand, holding it gently between his thumb and forefinger, completely hiding Sasuke’s fingers from view in the process. The blond was unsure as to how much pressure he could or should apply since he could inadvertently crush the appendage so easily, maiming the Uchiha for life. Ignoring both Sasuke’s startled jerk and the angry glare immediately directed up at him, Naruto began channeling a thin thread of healing chakra into the dainty appendage, watching as the Uchiha’s outraged face quickly went slack as he relaxed, gradually becoming more and more drowsy. Ten minutes later, the blond stopped the flow of chakra between them and for a while just watched the small chest move up and down in the steady rhythm of sleep. He tucked Sasuke’s hand back under the towel flap and pulled the make-shift blanket higher to keep the other safe from the draft in the room.

He stood and stretched, suppressing a groan as he listened to his realigning bones pop back into place. Mindful of disturbing Sasuke, Naruto cleared off the table as quietly as possible, gathering up the used equipment and taking it all into the kitchen for washing. When he was done he dumped the ashy remains of Sasuke’s Oto clothing down the drain then ran the garbage disposal. Overkill? Absolutely, but listening to the blades clattering as the ash slipped through was still incredibly satisfying.

When he had laid everything out to dry, Naruto filled his largest mixing bowl with soapy water, grabbed a sponge, and, after checking on Sasuke, headed into his bedroom to clean up the bloody remains of the snake. It took longer than he planned but soon the gory mess was nothing but a dark drying stain on the floorboards and he sighed in mild relief, happy that it was gone. He spent a little more time on the floor with a pair of needle-nosed pliers, working the smattering of tiny shuriken and kunai he found out of the floorboards with care, listening to the soft thunk they made as he added each to the plastic cup he held. Sasuke’s katana was in there as well, and when Naruto had gathered all the miniature weaponry, the blond set the cup high on a shelf in his closet and hid it behind a stack of folded spare blankets. Once all evidence of the battle had been collected, Naruto righted the trash can and collected the spilled trash littering his floor, then mopped up the wet patch that had gathered under the open window the Uchiha had used as an entrance. Eyes taking in the rain pelting the buildings of Konoha and wary of more potential visitors, Naruto made sure the window was down all the way and locked it before closing the blinds.

Leaving his room, Naruto returned to the kitchen and dumped the bowl of bloody water down the sink and tossed the ruined sponge in the garbage. Quickly washing his hands, the blond checked on Sasuke before returning to his room again to rummage through his closet, hunting for the empty shoebox he knew was in there somewhere. When he finally found it, he gave a triumphant cry, belatedly remembering the sleeping Uchiha in the other room afterward, and in silent apology, Naruto added a second folded towel to the box’s lining as he walked back to the kitchen table. Then, with exaggerated care, he slid his hands beneath the towel Sasuke rested on and placed both it and the brunette in the shoebox. There, now Sasuke had a bed to sleep in!

And just like that, the excitement that had been powering the blond began to dissipate, leaving exhaustion in its wake. Stumbling, Naruto retrieved his tweezers from the kitchen counter where he had set them to air dry and exchanged the tiny swath of cloth on the Uchiha’s head with a fresh wet one. Rinsing the eyedropper one last time to remove any traces of soap, the blond used it to clumsily give his friend another draught of water before carefully picking up the shoebox and heading to his bedroom, blowing out the candle on his way past it.

Since putting the brunette on the bed would be too dangerous, Naruto opened the top two drawers of his night stand, clearing space for the shoe box by transferring some of the contents of the first drawer into the second. When enough room had been made, the blond used his foot to close the second drawer and set the box gently in the topmost drawer. Naruto looked it over and felt like sighing. It wouldn’t do as a permanent placement for the Uchiha’s bed but for tonight it would suffice. The blond would just have to go shopping tomorrow or something for a more comfortable bed for Sasuke to sleep in… and maybe some furniture that Naruto could convert into a place when his friend could have some privacy.

With Sasuke settled as best as Naruto could manage, there was nothing left for the blond to do but go to sleep. Sighing, he sank onto the bed and laid down, blue eyes glued to the box as sharp ears remained alert for any sounds of distress. Even though he heard nothing, Naruto still sat up a few minutes later and once again checked on the Uchiha, pulling the other’s makeshift blanket higher, tucking the edges around Sasuke’s sleeping form when the brunette turned onto his side and partially curled up. Naruto smiled at the sight and stroked the dark hair carefully before returning to his own bed, blue eyes trained on the ceiling.

The questions that had been plaguing him all evening were rising up, buzzing loudly in his brain, and chasing sleep away. He tried to ignore them, promising himself that tomorrow he would get some answers from his new house guest but they would not be denied, and he stared at the ceiling, unconsciously tracking Sasuke’s soft regular breathing.

Too tired to move but too awake to sleep, Naruto lay awake until dawn.
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