Hey there! Just a quick note to any readers who come upone this: Thank you for clicking in! This is a collection of NaruSaku oneshots and drabbles, soon to be updated every week or so. Enjoy!

SUPPORT

Naruto was tired. His battered body ached with the need to sleep. However, his mind seemed set on destroying his body's desperate needs.

Every night, he flicked the lights to his cluttered apartment, ready to drop from his taxing mission. Every night, he wearily pulled the sandals from his feet, retiring to his bed without so much as removing his forehead protecter. Every night, he fell into a restless slumber, tossing and turning as the nightmares possessed his dreams, infesting them with the darkest of poisons.

And, every night, he ended up on his balcony, staring across Konoha in an exhausted stupor, too scared to return to his vivid dreamscape. The more prominent the war became, the more disturbing and bloody of a turn his dreams took.

This vicious cycle had resulted in a staggering drop in Naurto's attention span, energy, agility, and mentality in battle, which, in turn, resulted in a brutal smack down by Granny Tsunade.

"Are you TRYING to get KILLED?" she had shrieked, throwing her entire desk at him in the process.

Now, he walked the empty streets, feet dragging through the packed, dusty road. It was almost midnight, but he didn't care. Going home would only remind him of his horrific dreams. So, he stuck to aimless wandering . . . or, so he thought.

It wasn't until he reached Sakura's door that he realized he did have a destination. However, the pink-haired kunoichi had been away on an S-rank mission for some time now. Naruto doubted that she was back, but he knocked anyways, dully anticipating the thought of her opening the door.

After some time, he decided that she really hadn't returned yet. Groaning, he sat on her doorstep, head burrowed in his dirty hands.

He had to see her . . . he had to know that she was all right. His constant nightmares were ruining his precious sense of reality. If he didn't see her soon, he was afraid she would-

"Naruto?"

The inquired boy leapt, nerves getting the better of him. He whirled around, hollow eyes blazing for the first time in days.

"S-Sakura-Chan!" he stuttered, faltering a bit, "you're back!"

The medic-nin smiled slightly. "Idiot," she muttered playfully, "I got back ten minutes ago."

"Oh . . . I see . . ." Naruto mumbled, stance slackening in bodily relief.

Sakura scowled, investigating Naruto. He looked . . . sick. Very sick. "Come on in . . ." she said, concerned. Moving aside deftly, she allowed him entrance. He did so in a drugged-type way, body slurred and choppy.

"How was your mission?" he asked plaintatively, brushing his fingertips along the wall of the front room.

Sakura watched him carefully. Even his voice was dead. "Fine," she answered, shutting the door with a timid click. She leaned against it nonchalently, back pressed to the cool steel.

He nodded blankly, absent-mindedly tugging at one of his frayed sleeves.

An awkward silence hung in the air, so tangible that Sakura could have sliced it with a kunai. That was not common. Usually, she couldn't shut Naruto up without a firm punch.

Sighing, the concerned girl spoke. "Naruto. What's wrong?"

"Huh?" he grunted, empty eyes flikering. "Oh . . . nothing."

Who was he kidding?

Sakura folded her arms, disbelief gleaming in her eyes. "All right. If there isn't anything wrong, why are you appearing on my doorstep at midnight, looking like you just rolled your body in blood and dirt?" Looking him up and down, she added, "You look like a zombie."

He glanced at his clothes, just now noticing how tattered and fallen apart he looked. Frowning, he muttered, "I don't know . . . I just am."

A vein twitched on Sakura's forehead. "Well, remember, idiot."

A familiarly warm sensation stirred in Naruto's heart at the sound of his familiar nickname. Before he could think, he remembered why his was there in startling clarity.

Sakura blinked when the storm in Naruto's eyes suddenly dissipated. "Hey, did you reme-"

Her sentence was cut short when Naruto suddenly turned, seizing her around the torso in a fierce hug. His face pressed into the base of her neck, warming her skin under his own.

He began to tremble . . . And, for a moment, Naruto Uzumaki, the bravest ninja in all of Konoha, seemed breakable as glass.

Sakura, stunned, ignored the inner urge to playfully shove hime away and call him names. No . . . He needed her support right now. He needed it badly. Her arms crept around his neck, agile fingers twining through his unkept hair.

Naruto pressed closer when he felt her return his sudden embrace. "I haven't been sleeping," he whispered hoarsely, "I've been having . . . nightmares . . ."

Sakura had expected this much. "About what?" she murmured, being uncharacteristically gentle.

Naruto hesitated to answer. He didn't really want to tell her, but . . . chances were, she already knew. "What do you think?" he muttered under his breath, lips brushing her skin.

Sakura nodded, pointedly ignoring the gooseflesh that prickled over her skin at his contact. Pressing her flushed cheek into his soft hair, she said, "I dream about him sometimes."

The young man in her arms shuddered violently. "Are they bad?" he asked, sounding very childlike.

Sakura stopped rocking, but continued to run her fingers through his blonde locks. "Yes," she replied, "very."

Naruto pulled her, if possible, even closer. "Mine are awful," he whispered, barely audible, "I haven't slept in days."

Sakura frowned. "That's not good for you. There's a war right over the horizon, Naruto."

"I know."

Sakura pulled away, fingers trailing down his cheek. "Well . . . I'm back now. Do you think you can sleep for me?"

Naruto's tired eyes apprased her, and he slowly nodded. Then, he grinned slightly. "Sakura-Chan . . . could you call me an idiot again?"

Said kunoichi frowned, placing her hands on her hips in a very Sakura-ish manner. "Why?"

He reached for her, brushing a strand of pink hair from her face. "Just . . . please?" he asked, blinking from under his lashes.

Sakura gauged his expression, lips puckered. He looked . . . almost desperate. His eyes suggested that if he didn't hear this from her, he would shatter into a thousand pieces before her very eyes.

"Please," Naruto pled again, hand dropping to his side. His piercing eyes smoldered.

Sakura sighed, folding her arms. "Idiot," she complied, closing her eyes, "idiot, idiot, idiot-"

She stopped abruptly when Naruto's breath tickled her lips. Her brain was instantly frazzled, only able to register the fact that he smelled of pine trees and dirt.

"Don't stop," he murmured, voice barely ticking over a whisper.

Sakura scowled. "What are you trying to pull, Naruto-"

"Don't open your eyes," he interrupted gently, his calloused palm pressed rather suddenly against her eyelids. Then, the pressure was gone.

Sakura hesitated, mouth slightly agape. Truly meaning it this time, she muttered, "Idiot."

His arms were secured around her instantaneously, pressing their bodies flush up against one another. His yearning fingers gathered handfuls of her rough tunic, fulfilling the desperate need to know that this girl, this . . . anchor . . . could not hope to escape into another dreaded nightmare.

Though his embrace was abrupt and rough, his lips could not have been more gentle and sweet when they captured their unsuspecting prey.

Sakura, initially stunned by his sudden actions, did not respond. He was much more urgent than usual.

However, he persisted, allowing himself to gradually taste her, boldly persuading her resiliant lips to part and move against his own.

And Sakura responded, finally tossing aside all reason. She clamped her trembling arms around his neck, once again twining her nimble fingers through his unruly hair.

Naruto gained confidence, pressing his mouth even closer to hers, becoming a touch rough.

Sakura faintly noticed when her back came into contact with the cold wall, but paid no heed. She was rather unable when Naruto's tongue lightly skimmed her bottom lip, causing her to shudder in unexpected pleasure.

Naruto noticed. Smiling against her lips, he finally broke away, all but gasping for breath.

Sakura did the same, lungs urgently pumping as they retrieved the much needed oxygen.

The silence surrounded them, broken only by the sound of relaxed breathing.

"Wow . . ." was the only word that passed Naruto's scrambled thoughts.

Sakura, eyes glazed, nodded. " . . . Wow."

"Sakura-Chan, I had no idea you were such a good kisser-"

WHAM

"You've kissed me before, dipstick!"

Naruto groaned. "So mean . . ."

Sakura gazed at the boistrous ninja, emerald eyes softening considerably. Wiping a stray bit of dirt from his nose affectionately, she sighed, turning away. "I'll pull out my spare futon."

"Ne, Sakura-Chan, can't I just sleep with you?"

She clipped him over the head teasingly.

It was the best Uzumaki Naruto had slept in weeks.

Thanks for reading! More on the way :)