Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled; shaking the walls of the bedroom that currently housed an inspiration-starved authoress, imprisoned by her own plot bunnies. All in all it was quite a dramatic scene, or at least it would be if the authoress wasn't busy laughing deliriously at her lack of material. She sat in front of her computer, giggling maniacally, watching the plot bunnies dancing atop her desk and trying to remember what she had wanted to write today.
As she wallowed in her insanity her muse flung the door open, a beacon of hope in the fog of lostness.
"What are you doing, Lev?" her muse Emiko demanded, coming over to the desk only to push Levaya out of her chair. She fell, still laughing, onto the floor. "You're having a block-attack, aren't you?"
"Probably," the prone authoress replied, looking up at the ceiling. Emiko sighed, kicking the brunette on the floor and pulling up a document on WordPerfect.
"Look. This is what you told me you were going to write." Emiko pointed at the screen and Levaya perched herself on the arm of the chair, nodding.
"Yep. That's it, that's it," Levaya confirmed, nodding rapidly. Emiko rolled her eyes.
"So get to it," she commanded, scooting to the side of the wide chair and moving the keyboard to Levaya's side of the chair as Levaya slid into the empty space.
"Okee-dokey smokey!" Levaya chuckled and began to type.
...And that's exactly how it happened. Really. (Gah! It's hurricane season and already there's a tropical storm! So I'm stuck inside, which means there will be an influx of stupid short stories coming in really, really soon. Lucky you.)
Disclaimer: I own books one through thirteen...and that's as close as I get to owning Naruto.
This is an AU, because that's how it would have to be for this to work. (This was actually based off of a conversation I had with Jacob.)
So, with just a little bit more ado...Sunday Sunrise.
(Line break thing!)
Rain beat against the windows of one Uzumaki Naruto's apartment, prompting one Uchiha Sasuke to look out of the water-spattered glass and sigh.
Curled up on the worn red sofa in the cozy living room, book in hand, Sasuke was ready to lie down and go back to sleep. Rain always made him feel peaceful and somewhat drowsy; however, it was obviously the opposite in Naruto's case.
The blond was–and had been–pacing like a caged tiger all day long, looking longingly out the window and wishing for sunshine. Now he sat on the floor in front of Sasuke, tapping his fingers on the carpet.
After a moment Sasuke looked down at him and asked, "What?"
"I have a question," Naruto replied, nodding. Sasuke raised an eyebrow.
"Okay. Shoot."
"In your opinion, who is the hottest person in the world?" he asked. Sasuke put down his book and closed his eyes. It wasn't hard to say, because Sasuke knew exactly who he had in mind.
"You really want to know?" Sasuke asked, leaning over until his face was only inches from Naruto's.
"Yeah."
"..." Sasuke smirked at the blond and whispered the name into Naruto's ear.
"Dane Cook."
And with that, Sasuke stood and flounced away to continue his reading in peace. Naruto was left dumbfounded on the floor, gaping.
"What?!"