Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor do I own any characters listed in the like. Nothing is mine! Characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto

Warning: Contains Yaoi (boy-boy love)

Rating: T

Fandom: Uchiha Sasuke and Uzumaki Naruto

Naruto was on his way to Ichiraku's Ramen, his favorite stop of all times with the best noodles on this side of Konohagakure, and even better: Haruno Sakura had finally agreed to come with him on a date!

His mood just couldn't be spoiled now that the prettiest girl in the village had decided to go out with him, the village's number one idiot, of all people when she could have gone with that priss of an Uchiha. Naruto shuddered at the thought of his name.

It was better just to forget about him, and focus on the more important things in life: girls and ramen.

But it did strike him as odd, considering the blonde-haired boy hadn't seen the emo boy for a while. He hadn't been sulking in his favorite emo corner, nor had he been trying to escape mobs of fan-girls, and he certainly hadn't been at the training grounds with Kakashi-sensei.

It was odd not to have the raven- haired boy with him, hanging around him with that odd but inviting smile. His absence was almost… sad.

Naruto shook his head quickly, shaking out any invading thoughts.

There is no frickin' way I would actually miss that teme! He patted his face, suppressing his idiocy. His fingers lingered for a moment, detecting heat from his cheeks. His eyes widened and he felt like punching himself until he passed out.

"A-are you okay, Naruto-kun?" Sakura said weakly, watching with concern as Naruto made a motion to slap himself. Naruto looked at her with surprise, and then with the same intensity, looked at the oncoming hand. He promptly put it at his side.

"Never better, Sakura-chan." He laughed unconvincingly, and mentally slapped himself. Now was not the time to worry about that ninja. He was losing his focus and becoming distracted once more.

"Ok, Naurto-kun." She stared at him for a moment before continuing to walk with him. She sighed.

"What's wrong?"

"It just feels lonely without Sasuke-kun here-Not that I don't mind going with you! - It just feels… I don't know… empty?" She shrugged her shoulders, looking at the evening sky.

Empty? "That reminds me… where is that priss? I hadn't seen him all week." Sakura slapped his arm violently.

"He is not a priss, Naruto-baka!!!" She yelled at him, attracting the attention of several passing people. He sub-conciously rubbed his arm.

"Sheesh, Sakura-chan! I get the point! Though it still doesn't answer my question about where he is." She glared at him for a moment before regaining her composure.

"He's on a mission with Kiba's group. Shino got sick so he's the substitute ninja. They won't be back for at least two weeks." A look of confusion crossed her face. "Why do you care? Usually you two are at each other's necks, arguing all the time."

"Its not like I care about him- I was just wondering how long I'd have to toilet paper his house." That comment received a punch in the face. "I thought we were on a date, Sakura-chan!" She brushed imaginary dirt off of her fists.

"We may be on a date, but it still doesn't give you the right to be slander his name, Naruto-baka."

He sighed, and dropped the subject. They had arrived at the Ramen House on time for their specials to start up.

"Sweet!" He rushed over to the booth, looking at the wide variety of Ramen available. Kitsune Ramen, Vegetarian Ramen, Beef-Flavored Ramen, Skim Ramen, Shrimp Ramen, and it was only the beginning!! He could hardly wait to order.

Although his bladder had a different opinion of what he was going to do.

Damn. "Sakura, you go ahead and order. I'll be back in a moment." He walked off uncomfortably to the nearest men's restroom.

He flicked the water off after washing his hands and looked up at the mirror above the sink, focusing on his reflection. Was that his imagination or was that the Uchiha leaning on the wall behind him that they had conversed about?

No, must be my imagination. He clenched a fist and leaned on the sink with his still-wet hands. Did he really miss that priss? He felt his face turn slightly pink.

"What am I getting so worked up over?" He murmured and ran the water again. He splashed some on his face to wake himself up.

"I don't know, baka. Why are you getting so worked up?"

It didn't work. Damn water.

The Uchiha still remained, leaning on the wall behind him.

He must have been real; Naruto could hear the footsteps come up behind him.

"I thought you were supposed to be on a mission."

"I was." He responded; his answers certainly hadn't changed much. He was (mostly) terse like always. At least he wasn't monologuing. God, that took forever.

"Then why are you here?" Naruto didn't turn around but returned to leaning on the sink.

"Is there a problem?" He stared at the reflection of the blonde boy, his face as expressionless as ever.

He shook his head, "No. Not really." Sasuke looked at him, smiling after a moment.

"Then why are you blushing?" He smirked at his discovery.

"N-no reason." Naruto let his head fall so the Uchiha couldn't see his face.

A pair of arms snaked out over Naruto's stomach. Sasuke placed his head on the blonde's shoulder; the owner of which hadn't flinched during the course of events.

"Aaw. Did you miss me, Naruto-chan?" He breathed into his ear, delighted when Naruto flinched from the heat. Otherwise the boy was silent.

"I'll take that as a yes." He sank his head into the crevice of the smaller boy's neck, lightly brushing his lips against the blonde's cheek. "Well, I missed you too, Naruto-chan." The blonde murmured something under his breath.

"Come again?"

"The feeling isn't mutual. Let go." The boy said to him, with a tinge of anger to his voice. The raven-haired boy smirked.

"Surely, you can't mean that. I thought you missed me. The look in your eyes says otherwise." The Uchiha let a hand fall to the boy's hips, pulling the smaller body against his own- a very tricky task to manuever, mind you.

Naruto didn't protest though, nor did he encourage it. He just stood there, expressionless.

Sasuke tried to juice any reaction out of him that he could; he kissed the blonde's cheek, held the boy as close as humanly possible, teased his hips, but alas- nothing.

The taller ninja gave up after a good five minutes of playfulness, quite irritated with the Jinchuuriki. His usual hi-jinks were enough to get the boy at least a little pleased. He didn't understand. He'd only been gone for a week.

A week was plenty enough time to make a decision like that.

It wasn't convincing, but it was a theory nonetheless. He felt a small tremble beneath him.

Is Naruto shaking? He removed his arms from the smaller boy, regardless. His eyes betrayed his anxiety and confusion. Sasuke never said a word.

Naruto clenched his fists, trembling with anger. The older boy backed up a step, letting him have his room.

Meaningless rage surged through the younger boy's veins, and his eyes burned with intensity. He turned around, glaring at the older teenager. Sasuke looked back, even more confused than before.

"What's wrong, Naruto- *smack*" The Jinchuuriki ran out, after high–fiving the boy's face. Sasuke fell back from the sudden outburst, onto the floor.

He rubbed his pale face, cringing from the sting it left. What's his problem?

As Naruto ran out, a cloak of orange chakra was barely visible to Sasuke's Sharingan eyes.

TBC!

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