Disclaimer: All characters of Naruto are not mine.
Pairing: SasuXNaru
BlueBerry Jam.
Wide blue eyes peered, glistening with unreadable emotions.
Even then the dark haired boy could taste the sizzling sensations in mid-flight, like a snake surveying the air.
Shock, confusion, hurt, and mock-anger.
All too easily the more-calm, collected boy turned a coal grey gaze to the side.
Surveying the small cafe with its soft atmosphere, splashed over with colors of salmon pink and baby blue, the place was fairly small and humble.
Unusually silent and empty for such a beautiful Friday afternoon, "Teme,"
The panicked blonde attempted, pretty sky-laced eyes squinted odd.
The addressed, Sasuke, or otherwise known as 'Teme' (bastard) to said teammate, Naruto.
Sasuke, being himself just grunted and turned a blank stare to the beam of light falling from a narrow window which was decorated fancy with now peeling paint.
The image was originally made out to be a delicate cupcake, topped pretty with pink icing and a cherry.
The sun's rays were hitting his arm, warming the avenger and making both boys want to quiver with content.
Once again, the blonde interrupted with a long whine.
The other boy felt the side of his mouth twitch and quirk, 'damn.'
"Teme you'd said you'd help!" It was true, the raven-hair avenger had promised to help Naruto with winning the heart of Sakura.
(Seeing as he saw nothing in his other pink-haired teammate anyway;
Barely friendship, even though, perhaps, a good bit of pity,)
'Maybe if they focused more on each other and not me, I'd get more training done.'
Eyeing the blonde before him, the avenger cradled his own cheek in right palm, the perfect image of nonchalant.
The usually obnoxious boy quietly spread blueberry jam onto his now luke-warm toast; it made a messy finger-paint and was beginning to drip over the crust.
Feeling Sasuke's gaze on him, Naruto stuttered, flushed and nearly dropped the dirtied butter knife.
An amused snicker was drawn from the angsty young boy sitting across from the blonde.
This just seemed to further fluster the blonde, his cheeks already tinted red across tanned cheeks, and he sulked.
"Hn, idiot," Tones so bored and smooth
(loud enough to gain the pretty waitress's attention.)
"Whatever," the blonde yelped, features falling into solemn distaste as clumsy child-like fingers carefully picked at a loose string hanging off his jacket sleeve.
Sasuke eyed the other with disgust, lip drawn into a strict line.
That jacket would be the first thing to go.
Grunting once again, the raven haired boy sunk back into the plush booth seat, images of a chibified Sakura and Naruto going on a date and making eyes at each other dancing about his head.
It oddly made his stomach twist and churn unpleasantly.
Almost hesitantly, steel grey gaze rose to watch the hyperactive boy across from him attack the toast in fury.
'…Add table manners to that list.'
A quiet sigh passed ever so gently through parted lips.
Sleepily, Naruto slumped downwards, now satisfied seeing as he had finished off the last ensemble of his meal. "Neh, thanks for lunch, Sasuke!"
A pretty grin split across boyish features, the whisker-like marks on the blonde's cheeks dancing wild.
Unfortunately, the comment passed right over the avenger's head.
Currently, eyesight was focused solely on his teammate's bottom lip, there seemed to be a small smidgen of blueberry jam that was left behind.
"Eh, Teme, why is your eye twitching?" The blonde giggled excitedly; perhaps he had found a weakness somehow?
Slowly, the avenger rose, lips quivering. "You have something... Your lips—on the bottom… jam."
Wrinkling his nose at the odd display of broken statements, a pink tongue made its way to swipe randomly around mouth. Alas, that stubborn particle of food still survived.
After five minutes of licking, and still no avail, a loud slam echoed through-out the café, nearly causing the waitress to drop a pot of coffee.
Sasuke was now leaned over, elbows slightly bent due to his palms, which was the cause of the loud noise, on the tabletop.
An awkward pause of silence, then muffled yelping as the dark haired boy forcefully pulled the other to him, lips locking.
A small popping noise was heard, and Sasuke, ever the perfectionist, shoved his hands into his pockets and strode off.
A stunned Naruto sat, the jelly long gone with one swipe of his teammate's tongue.
Perhaps, Sasuke mused, he wouldn't get his two troublesome teammates together after all.
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