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Mirage	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 638 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor make profit of it. Kishimoto owns it.

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Author's note: My leg's somewhat fucked up once again, studying is going slow and my assignment is a bust at the moment, so I decided to work on something that I've had in mind for a while now. Yes, I am also working on my other projects, don't worry about that; my mind is just slow at the moment, sorry.
That said, this oneshot marks the 80th one I've written this year (unless I counted wrong; mathematics was never my strong suit). This year has been quite miserable at multiple times, my leg's a damn bitch, but to hell with all of that, I'm still here; I'm still standing. You are all still standing and sometimes that is more than enough already. So I say F you to 2021 and 2022, bring it on.
Warnings: Naruto's pov; canon divergent somewhere around Itachi's death; mentions of violence; established slash; time skip; mature language
For the last time this year: I hope you'll enjoy this!
Mirage
Being sick really sucked.
Being sick when everyone else was celebrating the end of the year? That just took the damn cake – especially when you weren't the type to actually get sick in the first place!
Every time I think you can't get any more annoying, you strive to prove me wrong, brat, Kyuubi grumbled, glaring down at him as he folded his huge paws underneath his giant head. You can whine a lot for someone who's supposed to be nearly an adult in human years.
Water splashed when Naruto turned around to face the fox demon. "If a certain someone would heal me, I wouldn't be whining," he snapped annoyed, sniffing loudly.
I'm not a doctor, Kyuubi grinned through sharp, glinting teeth.
"You heal me when I get hurt during fights," Naruto said, pointing an accusing finger at the fluffy bastard.
That's because I'm not keen on dying because you were being stupid, Kyuubi retorted. You're not going to die from the flu, though, so I don't care. Get out before I decide to show you that there are worse things than the flu.
The bastard kicked him out of the space before Naruto could come up with a reply, leaving the blond scowling when he opened his eyes. He should have known better than to expect some sympathy from that damn fox, but seriously? He had healed everything else before, so why not heal this goddamn flu too? He was just being stubborn at this point, but if he was going to be like that, then Naruto was going to whine and complain mentally as much as he liked, thank you very much.
…
It did kind of suck, being stuck in his apartment, nobody around to distract him. All his friends were somewhere in the village, celebrating the upcoming new year, and here he was: sweaty with a fever, nauseous, and shivering underneath a blanket even though he had a fever. How did that even work?! How could you be suffering from a fever yet still feel cold? That just didn't make any sense!
Scowling even harder, he turned onto his side and curled up tighter underneath the blanket. He had tried to eat some ramen earlier, figuring that his favourite food would make him feel better, but sadly it had only made him feel worse; the noodles lying heavy in his stomach. He had barely made his way through half of the cup before he had to put it aside; the taste making him close to heaving.
Being sick sucked so much, especially when he usually was never this sick! Of course it had to be his bad luck that he would end up seriously sick at the end of the year. Not that the year had been that great with Akatsuki chasing after him, nearly losing Gaara after Akatsuki had almost managed to kill him and still not having been able to drag Sasuke back, but well, it was the principle of things, really. Just one evening to celebrate something before other shit would start, was that too much to ask?
Apparently it was.
Sakura had given him some medicine, but after the first experience with her self made medicine balls, he hadn't dared to take it, worried he would end up feeling even worse. That didn't seem possible at this point, with a headache intent on seemingly blasting his skull apart, but still.
Stuck in his bed, back against the wall, his eyes fixed unseeingly at the table, a part of him – a part that had never fully grown up, that reared its ugly head every time he felt down or sick – wondered morosely whether he would still feel this miserable if his parents had been alive to take care of him. He could remember all too well, staring at kids on the playground, watching how their injuries got kissed away by loving mothers, how their tears were turned into giggles when their dads would tell them jokes to distract them.
Would his mum have kissed his injuries if she'd still been alive? Would she have pulled him on her lap and hugged him, rocking him back and forth to comfort him? Would his dad have pulled him onto his shoulders, would have used jokes to distract him from his pain or his tears?
Even though he had never known his parents, there was still this ache inside of him, this loss which had him curling up even tighter, mourning something he had never had to start with. Maybe the bastard had been right, three years ago. What did Naruto know of his pain when he had been alone from the start? He hadn't lost his family like Sasuke had. He hadn't lived for eight years with his parents before they had been taken away from him.
He couldn't mourn what he had never known, and yet, in this moment, sick and feverish and nauseous and miserable, he would like nothing more than for someone to just be here with him. Just for someone to sit with him and hold his hand or hug him or even just rest their hand on his forehead like he had seen so many mums do to their children.
Just for someone to be here with him …
His head was still pounding like mad when he woke up, disoriented as hell, unsure of how late it was. It couldn't be that late, he thought distracted, catching the faraway noise of people on the streets. There was an odd, high whistling noise and he flinched when a loud BOOM echoed through the village. He shot up, worried it be might be an attack – where had he put his kunai and his shuriken? Where was his bag? – but then multiple short bursts followed the loud explosion and people started cheering loudly.
Right, fireworks.
He dropped back down, moaning lowly when the abrupt change in movement had his headache pulsating even worse. The nausea still hadn't abated and he put his hand over his mouth, wondering if he should get up and go to the bathroom just to be safe. He couldn't really bring himself to move, however, his legs feeling like jelly when he brought his left leg to the side of the bed.
Something moved in the corner of his eye.
The fever wasn't doing him any favours, but he sluggishly turned his head anyways, wondering if someone had broken in. Why would someone even break in, though? Even now, most people preferred to stay out of his way. Maybe he was still dreaming? He couldn't really concentrate, to be honest, his mind flitting from one thought to the other while he tried to focus his gaze on whoever, whatever, was moving in his apartment.
"Oh," he mumbled dumbly, once he could finally focus his eyes. "Huh."
"Eloquent as always," Sasuke murmured, pulling himself out of the shadows, padding over towards the bed.
Well, the dream version of Sasuke anyways, because of course this wasn't the real Sasuke. The real Sasuke was somewhere out there, roaming around after having killed his brother, after having done away with Orochimaru. The real Sasuke wouldn't be here in Konoha, and would definitely not be in Naruto's apartment. Naruto would know if he was the real Sasuke, because for one, the real one wouldn't be caught dead in the Jinchuuriki's apartment.
Naruto flopped on his back and laughed, rubbing his eyes. "Ah man, I'm such a pathetic loser," he muttered, because of course even his fever riddled mind wouldn't let go of his best friend. He was such a loser, really.
"I'm not denying it," dream Sasuke smirked and paused next to the bed, resting a hand on his hip. He was still wearing the shirt with the zipper, but it wasn't fully zipped up this time, showing off some of his chest. "But from where does this admission finally come?"
Naruto squinted up at him and glared, because seriously? His fever mind couldn't even make Sasuke nicer? Goddamn it. "Fuck you, man. You're supposed to be nicer now."
"Nicer? Why?"
"Because you're not real."
Black eyes blinked slowly. "I'm not real," dream Sasuke repeated flatly.
"Nope, obviously you're not."
"Obviously. Why not?"
Naruto squinted at him again, dropping his arms next to him. "Well, for one, you're talking a lot instead of grunting, so that means you can't be real."
"If I'm not real, what am I then?"
"A dream," Naruto answered frankly, because fuck it, no shame in admitting that to someone who wasn't actually here. He couldn't humiliate himself when the real person was somewhere else completely.
"You often dream of me, Naruto?" Sasuke asked, his voice dipping low. He stood completely still, unmoveable like a statue.
"Meh, sometimes," Naruto answered begrudgingly, pouting.
"You dream of me being here?"
"Well, yeah, though this is the first time you're actually in my apartment," Naruto admitted and crossed his arms on top of his stomach. Eugh, no, not a good move, that only worsened his nausea, and so he dropped his hands back onto the mattress. "But that just confirms again that you're a dream, because why else would you be here? Stupid flu, making me see things."
God, he had never hated being sick even more than now, because seeing Sasuke in front of him, knowing that he wasn't real, but still sounding and smelling like the real one … That was torture. Even worse than being forced to see him disappear again after having found him once more.
"You're sick and you're alone?" dream Sasuke asked critically.
Naruto snorted and then spent a moment nearly hacking up his lungs, covering his face just in time with a tissue, because even when he wasn't real, he still wasn't going to cough on Sasuke. That was just nasty.
"Who would be here, you think?"
Dream Sasuke shrugged, throwing an idle look around. "Your teammates? Sakura or that guy?"
"Sai?" Naruto frowned and slowly shook his head, careful not to aggravate his headache even further. "No, thank you, I don't think he would know what to do. Sakura-chan gave me medicine, but the last time she gave me some, that made me feel even worse, so …"
"That doesn't surprise me," dream Sasuke scoffed.
"Why are you here?" Naruto decided to turn the questioning around. He might as well stretch out the conversation for as long as his mind would allow him this dream. Even when he wasn't real, it was still nice to be able to talk to Sasuke again, see him when they weren't surrounded by violence and enemies.
"I'm a dream, remember." Dream Sasuke quirked an eyebrow; a faint smirk lingering around the corners of his mouth. He still looked stupidly handsome like that, of course, because he always looked good, the absolute bastard that he was. God, he was so annoying.
"Yeah, but usually you don't show up in my apartment in my dreams, so – what's up?"
Dream Sasuke regarded him strangely. "Maybe you should try to catch some rest, before your fever gets worse," he said, surprisingly gentle.
That only made Naruto frown even more, because man, his mind was really being a dick right now, offering him this gentle version of his best friend. Fuck his brain, seriously.
"What does it even matter?" he muttered, turning onto his side once more, tugging the blanket over his shoulders. "I'm alone anyways. Did you ever get sick?"
"Sure, a couple of times," dream Sasuke admitted easily.
"Did your mum take care of you then? Like put her hand on your forehead and kiss your cheeks and stuff like that?"
A pause. "Yes, she did."
"Must be nice," Naruto muttered and yawned; his eyelids feeling gritty and heavy even in his dream. His body couldn't even give him a reprieve in his own dream. "I know it's silly but I've always wondered how that would feel, you know?"
"How what would feel?"
"Stupid things, you know," Naruto slurred, his eyes fluttering close. "Like, like, I don't know, a hand on your forehead? Things like that, yeah."
A sigh. "You're a mess, usuratonkachi."
In spite of the insult, Naruto smiled, burrowing deeper underneath his blanket. "It's been a long time since you called me that." Since before the Valley of the End, three years ago, actually. "I've always liked that you only had a nickname for me, you know? Made me feel, I don't know, somewhat special I guess?"
He shrugged bashfully, but couldn't bother to open his eyes again. "Wish you would call me that in real life as well."
Silence. Naruto breathed out slowly, his mind growing fuzzier and fuzzier. This part of the dream must be over then, Sasuke was gone. He was sad about that; couldn't his feverish mind have at least let Sasuke stay a little bit longer?
A whisper, "Usuratonkachi," followed by the faintest touch across his forehead, calloused fingertips caressing his skin.
At least his mind was kind enough to grant him this. Kind of made up a bit for being sick in the first place.
Just a teeny tiny bit, though.
"I made you some soup," Sasuke announced, pushing open the door to the bedroom with his shoulder, carrying a tray in his remaining hand. He sighed when he took in the sorry sight that was Naruto in the bed. "You look like shit."
Naruto sniffled pathetically before blowing his nose again. "I feel like shit," he croaked out and dumped the filthy tissue in the bin that had been placed right next to the bed. "Eugh, why did I have to get sick during our one week off?"
"Shit luck, I suppose," Sasuke said dryly and placed the tray across his lap, coming to sit next to him on the bed. "I notified Kakashi that you might be out next week as well, so he shouldn't bother finding new missions for you yet."
Naruto pouted, managed to cover a sneeze in the crook of his arm just in time, before he stirred the spoon in his soup. It was chicken, he thought. He couldn't actually smell it, stuffed as his stupid nose was, but the colour looked distinctly chicken.
"This was supposed to be our sexy week," he whined, pouting even harder. The spoon hitting the side of the bowl was aggravating with its high pitched clink noise; the sound piercing through his skull so he stopped stirring the soup. "I'm supposed to be choking on your dick now, not on some nasty snot!"
"Okay, one, that's disgusting," Sasuke pointed out calmly and rested his hand on Naruto's leg through the blanket. "And two, I prefer you not choking on my dick, thanks. That's not my kink."
"You know what I mean," Naruto muttered and scowled at his soup. "We were supposed to be having fun in bed, not me being stuck in it because of a goddamn cold!"
He jerked back when Sasuke leant forwards, placing his hand on his forehead. "Well, you're not developing a fever," he said contemplatively. "You might be fine in a couple of days if you're lucky."
Naruto blinked, a vague memory of ten years ago fighting its way back to the surface. Well, it wasn't really a memory, more like a dream he had had once upon a time, he realised.
"What's that stupid look on your face for?"
"Rude," Naruto complained and stuck out his tongue. "It's nothing, just you putting your hand on my forehead made me remember something."
"Yeah?" Sasuke raised an eyebrow. "Like what? That you actually might have a brain after all?"
"Dick," Naruto laughed and swatted at him. "No, just a dream I once had when I managed to catch the flu of all things. I dreamt you were in my room back then."
He shook his head, chortling at the memory. "Man, my fever was really so bad back then. I still don't get how I managed to dream so intensely. Felt like you were really there and everything."
"Like I was there, huh?" Sasuke repeated.
Naruto paid no heed to the odd, speculative tone in his boyfriend's voice. "Yeah, of course you couldn't have been, because you weren't anywhere near Konoha back then. You were still being an idiot around that time, so that's why I knew it was the fever talking, but hey, at least the fever made you really nice," he teased and finally started eating his soup, which actually tasted quite good from the bit his tongue could pick out at least. Damn cold even had seemed to numb his tongue.
Why was he always so damn unlucky when it came to getting sick? Why couldn't he become sick when it wasn't a special day? Last time he couldn't celebrate the new year because he had had the flu, this time he couldn't enjoy his short holiday with Sasuke because of a damn cold. And Kurama was just as useless as ever, that goddamn fluffy bastard, absolutely refusing to help him heal, because "A cold won't get you killed, kit." No, but it was damn uncomfortable, was what it was!
"I've always been nice," Sasuke shot back, settling comfortably on the bed.
"Sure, if that helps you sleep at night," Naruto snorted. "But yeah, you were really nice back then. That was the good thing about the fever, I guess, made me feel not so alone on the last day of that year then."
Sasuke hummed non-committedly and waited for Naruto to finish his soup, which took ridiculously long for the amount it was because he kept coughing and blowing his nose, which was just disgusting, eugh.
Sasuke took the tray away again when the bowl was empty and rose up. When he was at the door, he turned his head and said, "You know, usuratonkachi, fevers don't always create such realistic dreams."
"Huh?" Naruto stared at him bemused, but the bastard just smirked and disappeared downstairs to do the dishes most likely.
Naruto kept staring at the empty doorway for a little bit longer before he groaned and sank back down in the pillows. Eugh, whatever. Let Sasuke be his cryptic self as usual then. He was just going to have to annoy Kurama enough into actually healing him, so that this week wouldn't be a total bust.
Missing New Year's because of a flu, okay, whatever, but no way was he giving up even more days to spend with Sasuke! No damn cold or stubborn fox demons were going to stop him, believe it!
The End
AN2: For now I bid you adieu and I see you all back in the new year :) Happy New Year, everyone! More updates to come in the new year, I promise!
For the last time this year, please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
I hope to see you all back in my future stories! Please stay safe and take care of yourselves!
Cuddles
Melissa
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