Ohayo!

Hope you guys enjoy the new story, I guess, hehe. And as for my other stories... -shifty eyes-

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8p.m Monday, October 13th

Naruto stood on the doormat, nervously fluffing out the non-existent wrinkles in the suit Orichimaru had lent him. Taking a deep breath, he brought a hand up to the doorbell.

The door suddenly whipped open, a male about the same age as Naruto leaned casually against a wall on his right. Long black hair flowed down his back, silver-grey eyes stared at his guest in amusement, portraying the only bit of emotion on his face.

The said boy raked in the features of his visitor, unconsciously licking his lips. Gorgeous azure eyes, soft (or run-your-fingers-through-able) golden hair, and a muscular, tanned body.

"Hi! I'm Uzumaki Naruto, Orichimaru sent me here..." Naruto trailed off, not quite sure how to finish.

The boy nodded, a small smirk playing at the corners of his face.

"Neiji. Hyuuga Neiji." He replied before turning and walking into the house. "You can throw your clothes on the couch by your right."

Taking an uncertain step into the threshold of the house, Naruto wondered to himself just what his job had exactly entailed.

8 years ago

Sasuke stilled, suddenly afraid. His mission was to secure an old abandoned warehouse, uninhabited as far as anyone knew. It was an easy mission, almost too easy. He heard a soft breathing from his right, then a small pitter-patter of feet.

It was an ambush, it had to be. Sasuke swallowed, feeling a bit of saliva sliding down his painfully dry throat. His parents' death came back to him, in that sudden moment.

"Lord Uchiha, it's an ambush! Orochimaru's here!" Fugaku bit his lips painfully. He knew this day would come, the elders' refusal of assigning A-ranked missions to their jounin had made their distaste in the clan clear. But they did not slack off, they were prepared. However, having the infamous snake-sannin as their opponent...

"Mikoto, take Sasuke and hide. Do not wait for me." His meaning was clear, he did not bother hiding the darkness in his tone. He would not be meeting up with them, he would die fighting for his clan. "Itachi." The older Uchiha's curt nod back at his father showed that he understood the summoning. He would fight along his father, for his clan.

"Otoo-san, okaa-san, what's happening? Where are you going? Why is onii-san going with you?" Sasuke's obsidian eyes prodded his father's questioningly. Feeling suddenly emotion overcome him, Fugaku bent down, and gave his youngest son a swift one-armed hug.

Saying nothing more, Itachi and Fugaku left the room hastily, not glancing back. Mikoto was strong, she did not cry. She knew what would happen, and what her duties were. She would protect the youngest Uchiha heir at any cost, she would put her own life on the line like the others.

Sasuke was crying, tears streaking down his face. His otoo-san had never hugged him like that before. It was a parting hug. He would never see his father again. He sobbed harder, and began running down the hall after his otoo-san and onii-san. His mother caught him by his collar, and pulled him back roughly.

"Lemme go! Lemme go! They're leaving, don't' you see?! They'll never come back! I have to go, I have to–"

"Stop it Sasuke." It was his mother's tone more than anything else that made him suddenly cease his struggle. "You can't help. Don't ruin everything Sasuke, they're all fighting for you."

Turning his small head around, his bright, tearful gaze met one alike his own. He had never seen his mother cry before.

"Go to sleep Sasuke, you're too loud." Mikoto made quick, skillful hand-signs, and her face broke out into an exhausted smile. "Goodnight 'Suke. My sweet baby, my hope." Hearing the all too familiar words, and the swift kiss on his cheek that carried through the jutsu that would ensure that Sasuke would have a dreamless sleep, Sasuke closed his heavy eyelids.

Fighting the overpowering hands of sleep, Sasuke managed to mumble a few barely coherent words through his lips. "Okaa-san... you'll.. You'll be here... when I wake up... won't you?"

His mother did not reply. More tears sprung out. "Ne, okaa-san.. Answer..me..." Sasuke finally gave in to the overpowering jutsu, his mind giving in to the darkness.

Remembering the last scene gave him courage. He would not let his parents' efforts go to waste. He took out the pill that Kabuto had given him, pinching it between his thumb and index finger. It would ensure that the Uchiha clan's secrets would be kept in case of an emergency. All he needed to do was swallow the small pill, summon a bit of chakra to his eyes, and the famous Sharingan would be closed forever to those greedy few who wanted its secrets.

"Ne... ne... who... who are you?" The small voice spoke out, strangely defiant in its fearful tone. It was a trick. He knew of the genjutsu the Sound could cast with only their voice.

"Show yourself." He ordered.

Silence.

To his surprise, he heard footsteps, soft uncertain ones, approaching him slowly. He took out a kunai, ready to attack at any moment. His eyes were adjusting to the darkness, he could see a small shape appearing from the darkness.

The footsteps stopped just behind a thick concrete post to his right.

"Don't... don't do anything stupid. I'll hurt you, I swear." The voice was more confident, with a demanding tone not unlike Sasuke's.

Sasuke felt his muscles clench in anticipation, his hold on the kunai tightening.

A foot stepped out from behind the post, slowly, hesitantly, the rest came out. Sasuke felt his eyes widen in surprise. The boy was young, younger than him.

Bright cerulean eyes met dark obsidian ones.

"Are you one of them?" Naruto's voice came out a little stronger upon seeing that his 'opponent' wasn't much older than him.

"'Them'?"

"The villagers. Did they send you here to kill me?" Naruto questioned.

Sasuke was silent. Villagers? He couldn't be talking about the peaceful civilians from Konohagakure. He could hardly imagine any of them trying to kill the ten-year-old boy in front of him.

"Oi, answer me teme!" Sasuke twitched slightly. Teme?

"If they sent me here to kill you, you'd be dead already, dobe." He replied calmly, keeping his expression even.

Naruto furrowed his eyebrows together, his eyes prodding Sasuke's for any signs of falsehood, any signs of the lies he was too used to seeing.

Sasuke couldn't help feeling a small pang of pity for the small, blond boy in front of him. A silent bond formed between the two boys then.

Slowly, a grin broke through Naruto's face, his sky-blue eyes twinkling with amusement and joy at meeting this odd new acquaintance, maybe even friend. He stuck out a tanned hand, the old Uzumaki confidence returning.

"Hi, nice to meet you, I'm Uzumaki Naruto, teme." Sasuke stood there for a second, unmoving. This was weird, really weird, but all the more weird because it felt natural.

"Uchiha Sasuke, usurutonkachi." Sasuke smirked, he couldn't help but think the blond looked stupidly cute wearing that broad grin on his tanned face.

"Uzumaki! It's Naruto Uzumaki! Hey! Don't just walk away when people are talking, duck-butt!"

10 years later; 6pm Friday, October 10th

Naruto smiled fondly as he recalled the memory. Sasuke had visited him regularly then, Naruto never asked why, he was just glad to have the extra company.

Remembering these events made his resolve harder. Sasuke freed him from loneliness, Sasuke became his first friend who brought him back his life. And now, he was going to repay the stoic boy by getting back his freeing him from Orichimaru.

He felt his muscles clench in anticipation as he walked through the old teashop, where the snake-sannin resided. Business was good, as usual. The traditional styled tea-shop was filled with customers.

"Just one." Naruto nodded towards the petite Asian girl that walked towards him, her eyes raking over his well built tanned body that showed under his white shirt, strong legs extending out from the dark orange (yes, orange) shorts.

She bowed down slowly, making sure that he would see just a bit of her cleavage before getting up and bringing him to a rather secluded spot. Naruto followed behind her happily, completely oblivious to the way she would run her hands through her hair, the slow swishing movement of her hips.

"Miruku tei please." He flashed an attractive smile at the waitress.

"Anything else?" She asked, her voice coming out in a low, seductive tone, leaning slightly closer towards the table.

"MmMm. I'm good, arigato!" Another grin.

Walking off slowly, making sure to twist her hips just in the right way, Sezuko wondered what the hell was wrong with the blonde sex-god sitting behind her. By now, he would've at least asked her for her name. Or..

"Ah, ne, uhm... waitress-chan..." Abruptly stopping in her steps, Sezuko quickly turned around, her large eyes prodding Naruto's questioningly, taking note of the slight desperation and embarrassment in his expression. A smug smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"Yes?"

"Where's the washroom?"

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5pm Thursday, October 9th

Sasuke sat on his bed, rubbing the water off his hair with one of the hideously orange towels Naruto bought him, puzzling over the day's events.

"What do you mean, you can't come? It's your party!" Naruto shouted, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"I'm busy then dobe. I told you already." Sasuke replied, not bothering to look at Naruto. He didn't understand what the big deal was, it wasn't the first time he refused to go to a party with his friend.

"But it's your party!" Naruto reiterated. "Hell, it's on your birthday." He could hardly believe how utterly dim-witted the supposed genius was. A party. On his birthday. A birthday party.

"Dobe, I've told you before. I don't like parties." Sasuke sighed, feeling that this could take a while.

"But you always go when I ask!"

"Beg." Sasuke murmured under his breath.

"What?"

"Nothing. I'm not going, that's it."

Naruto pounced then, trapping Sasuke on his bed, his hips straddling Sasuke's.

"Saaasuuukeeee," Naruto breathed, the tip of his nose touched Sasuke's. "Onegaii..."

Sasuke was silent. Naruto, being oh-so-annoyingly naive idiot that he was, did not notice that his hot, hot breath was on Sasuke's lips. He also failed to realize that a very sensitive part of their anatomy was touching, and that certain anatomy was starting to...grow.

Growling, Sasuke pushed Naruto off him, willing his erection away. 'Dead puppies... dead golden retrievers... gold hair... Naruto sucking–...Itachi... Naked Itachi...'

And there goes Sasuke jr.

"I have a mission."

Naruto looked at him, one (well, two, but you gotta give him props for trying) eyebrows raised in surprise.

"What is this? The ninja adaptation of 'I have a dream'? I know obaa-chan doesn't give out missions on birthdays!" Naruto accused, a finger (no, not that finger) pointed at Sasuke, the air of a detective surrounding him.

"A mission from Orichimaru, usurutonkachi." Sasuke nearly rolled his eyes. Naruto didn't miss a beat in his reply.

"Orichimaru? I thought you said you were done with him, I mean, you haven't received any missions from him for two weeks now, so I thought..." Naruto narrowed his azure eyes as Sasuke slowly walked towards the bathroom, conveniently ignoring Naruto's babbling. Sasuke didn't bother repeating the fact that he had told Naruto Orichimaru had given him a two-week vacation, two weeks ago. And, though he'd die before... well, he'd never admit it, but he rather enjoyed the attention from the blond.

"Oi, Sasuke!" Sasuke stopped in his steps, mentally sighing to himself. If it had been anyone else, he wouldn't have stopped. The dobe had no idea just how much control he had over Sasuke, which, in turn, made Sasuke faintly annoyed.

"What?" Turning his head around, he was surprised to find Naruto sporting a large grin.

"Nothing. It's a surprise." If possible, his grin grew wider.

Rolling his eyes, he decided to ignore the blond boy, and continued on his way towards the shower.

"Dobe." Hearing no retort, Sasuke turned around to find Naruto gone, and the window agape.

Slowly getting off the bed, he made his way towards the washroom once more. Hesitating to check his reflection, he found multiple mini-orange fluff-balls in his hair.

Throwing an extremely dirty glare at his towel (and, had it been any other towel, it would've curled up in fear), he made a mental note to go shopping for a new one.

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Hope you guys enjoyed the story so far, thank you for reading! (Hah, I'm so cheezy)