Hello again! This is Asuka with a new story, inspired by something very special, so please enjoy!

WARNING: This story contains Yaoi, Boy on Boy, whatever! Don't like? Don't read. It also contains blood, angst, lanuage, and sex and slight pedophilia.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Naruto and all its awesomness. If I ever have enough money, I'll buy Naruto from Masashi Kishimoto-sensei.

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Reason Is Powerless

Naruto gently nipped at his index finger's knuckle, something he did when he was nervous. It always been a bad habit, and his finger was always callased and the skin was broken, showing he was often nervous. Naruto's father rummaged through his room, going through his weekly inspection of Naruto's cleanliness. The blonde's parent moved his desk chair out, looking under his desk.

"What's this?" He announced, reaching to grab the crumbled plastic wrapping from behind the desk's right leg. Naruto swallowed, bringing a little of the skin he'd chewed off with it. He coughed, as it stuck in his throat. "You know you're not supposed to have food in here, Naruto! And with the foster kid arriving today, it's supposed to be extra clean!" Naruto hung his head in shame. Oh, why did he have to be so stupid? Yodaime turned his back on his son, taking the plastic with him. "You know what this means. In the Yard, now."

"Yes, Father." He said, squaring his shoulders, trying to act brave. He hated punishment. Naruto followed his father into the yard, his sneakers squishing against the wet, dewy grass. Yodaime looked at his son with a stern, unforgiving face. "Start running."

"How many laps, father?" Naruto said, his confidance deflating.

"Until I tell you to stop." And with his father's cruel verdict he was off. He was used to this, the the first few laps were easy. He pumped his arms and took his strides expertly, seeing as he was on the shool track team. But his father never said stop, and he kept running. His legs, burinng and his lungs straining to get the oxygen into his body. But Yodaime didn't say stop. So he kept running, his head light from the lack of oxygen, his muscles aching. He'd have to have been running for more than half an hour by now, and the emptiness of his stomach was getting painful. Finally he slipped in the muddy wet grass and fell, covering the front of his grey shirt with mud. He strained with his arms to lift himself up, but they gave out too, and he just lay there, huffing in the sent of his lawn.

"I...I..." Naruto began, not able to get more than a word out at a time.

"Okay, son you can stop." Yodaime said, smirking and turning into the house. "Maybe next time you won't break the rules. Now, hit the shower, the foster kid will be here in thirty minutes." Naruto grumbled as he brought himself to his feet, taking off his mud-caked shoes at the door before stepping inside, closing the glass door behind him.

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Sasuke sighed as the car pulled to a stop in front of a house. The house was your average new development type, one of those in a shiny new neighborhood with shiny, perfect people. One of those houses that never really felt like a home. One of those houses without a soul. The fresh white paint glowed too bright, the green shudders without a speck of dirt or chipping paint. The only signs of life on the residence was the worn-down parts in the perfect grass where people have tred on. Sasuke shrugged his messanger bag onto his shoulders. So, this was home?

"Well, go on Sasuke. Don't you want to meet your foster father? He has a son about your age. You two should get along great." The man in the front seat said, Adjusting his shiny glasses. Sasuke shrugged again.

"I don't know, Kabuto-sensei. And don't call me a "foster kid". I'm just need a place to stay." Kabuto frowned.

"Up until now you've been living in our half-way home, Sasuke." Sasuke opened the door, gathering his things. "And you know Mr.Uzumaki is going to call you his "foster child"."

"Hmn." Sasuke said, closing the door and standing momentarily as Kabuto pulled out of site. Sasuke looked down at his clothes: He'd but on a dress shirt and some black slacks to make himself look good enough, but didn't bother with his piercings. He was quite proud of his piercings: two rings in each lobe, one stud in each cartalege, one stud on his nose and a bar in his eyebrow. He tentivaly knocked on the door, and not a moment later he was brought face-to-face with Uzumaki Yodaime. He has soft features, but still looked stern, and by the build of his body he looked as if he'd been in the army for years. Yodaime gripped Sasuke's hand and shook it furiously.

"You must be Uchiha Sasuke. You're a little early! Hello, I'm Uzumaki Yodaime. You'll be sharing a room with my son, Naruto. Just make yourself at home. Dinner will be in about an hour. Six sharp, so be there on time." He said in a half-joking way, then turned to tend to whatever he was cooking in the kitchen. Sasuke looked around bewilderedly at his new home. It was amazingly clean, and beautifully decorated. Yodaime's wife must have had great taste before she passed away. Sasuke crept upstairs, for some reason afraid that his unclean feet would dirty the perfect house. He walked upstairs into another perfect hallway, now realising Yodaime had forgotten to tell him where his room was. Insted of calling down for him, he decided to explore the house. He opened the first door on his left: a weight room. Was this house some kind of boot camp for jocks? The approched the next room, a door on the right. The closer he got, the more aware he was of the hiss of water. He opened the door, only the be met with a burst of steam. Then his eyes crossed the room to the glass door of the shower. He gazed at the dripping wet, completely nude form that could only have been Uzumaki Naruto. Naruto was gently letting the water run down his bronzed skin and lean musules, his wet blonde hair clinging to his neck. Sasuke stiffled a gasp as he blushed. He should leave. Afterall, he didn't even know Naruto. It was a major invation of privacy. It would be the right thing to do if he left, but he couldn't. His legs were locked in place. No matter how much his brain told him how wrong this was, his body was only interested in it's adolecent desires. Naruto turned of the water, and the faucet sqeaked. Sasuke gasped, and Naruto snaped his head around to be met with the onyx eyes of his bewildered intruder.

"What the hell-?" Naruto said, grabbing for his towel as he blushed. "Who are you?"

"I-I...was just...trying to find m-my room..." Sasuke studdered. Naruto cocked his eyebrow.

"Oh, I get it. You're Uchiha-san, aren't you?" Sasuke gaped, at a loss for words.

"...Call me Sasuke..." He was usually more smooth than this, but he couldn't seem to get more than words out. "Well, my-I mean our room is the next door on the left, the one on the right is my father's." Sasuke simply nodded and rushed out of the room. Damnit! Not even five minutes into the house and he'd already screwed up!

Sasuke walked into his strange new room, which was, of course, as spotless as the rest of the house. How could these people stand to be so clean? Did they have a maid? Sasuke sighed, pulling out a white cardboard pack out of his pocket. Naruto walked in, this time fully clothed, and watched Sasuke light up a cigerette. "What are you doing? You can't smoke in here! You're underaged, and if my dad catches us..."

"He'll do what?" Sasuke said, exhaling a puff of smoke. He'd be damned if he had to give up his cigs. What's the worst Yodaime could do?

"When ever I break a rule, he makes me do army drills until I pass out. If he caught you, he might make you do them too - or worse - kick you out." Naruto said, worriedly glancing at the door. Sasuke grumbled, standing up and opening Naruto's door to let the smoke out, then dropped the cigerette on the lawn. "Hey- what if he finds that?!" Naruto said, again glancing at the door.

"Litterbugs." Sasuke said, slumping on the bed. Naruto straddled his desk chair and stared at Sasuke with big blue eyes. Sasuke smirked. "Enjoying the show?" Naruto's face went completely red.

"O-of course not! It's just...you're so wierd, you know that? Are you even a boy?" Sasuke laughed, taking off his dress shirt to reveal the black tank-top he was wearing, and threw it in Naruto's face.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. I have a penis and everything." Naruto grumbled, throwing the shirt back at Sasuke.

"Then why were you staring at me in the shower, Teme?" He said, half-joking. Sasuke smirked once again, holding his shirt against his face and swooning.

"Oh, that? Well, I obviously couldn't resist your body, Naruto-Dobe!" Naruto cocked and eyebrow, his smile fading.

"Are you gay?" He asked tentively. He looked over Sasuke; his tight all-black clothing, his piercings, and his tenuous frame. Sasuke chuckled.

"Wow, you're quick." He said sarcasticly. "Most start calling me "fag" before they even know my name." Naruto sighed, getting up to put Sasuke's bags in his closet.

"You are so not sharing a bed with me." He said, and Sasuke stood up. Naruto suddenly felt Sasuke's arms wrap around his torso, his hips resting on Naruto's backside. Naruto blushed, dropping Sasuke's bag.

"What's wrong?" Sasuke said in a sultry manner. "Are you afraid I'm going to rape you?" He said, his voice ending in and upward inflection to sound cute. He leaned over and whispered in Naruto's ear, his breath making Naruto shudder. "You know? I just might." He said, and with that Naruto pushed him self away from Sasuke's hold.

"Just stay away from me, Teme!!" He said, his embarassment obvious. Sasuke pretended to look hurt, and then smirked once again.

"Relax. I'm not the type of person who is attracted to big, dumb, jocks."

"I'm not a jock! And I'm not dumb!" Naruto retorted, obviously hurt.

"Then why do you have a weight room in your house?" Naruto sighed, sitting on his bed.

"My dad makes me work out. He might make you work out too, if he thinks you're too weak." He rubbed his temples. Sasuke sighed, sitting next to him. Naruto glanced over, his cheeks coloring once again, and then looked away. Sasuke cocked his eyebrow at this. Oh, yes. this would be very interesting...

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