He had always seen the world differently than other people.

The colors of the world were always unique to him. Sometimes he saw in high definition, so bright and clear that it made the backs of his eyes hurt. Sometimes he saw in blacks, whites and grays and sometimes the saturation would shift and things would turn interesting shades of purples, yellows and oranges.

Right now, everything was high definition and the picture was astonishing.

He supposed that someone would normally feel completely destroyed and embittered when witnessing their lover cheat on them, but at the moment he couldn't find the energy to feel angry. More like, along with his indifference, he found it interesting... like when watching insects mate on some nature channel. Scientific detachment. Except he found no valuable knowledge in what he was looking at.

The bed was squeaking, chaffing the paint off the walls from how hard the two were rocking into each other. The sounds he was ripping from her throat were colored in bursts of hot pinks, baby blues and fiery oranges, the drops of sweat rolling down between his shoulders colored mauve and the marks left by pearly white teeth on creamy flesh were colored cherry red.

Pretty, he thought. They looked like a painting against the stark whiteness of the wall. Black hair, matted against his skin from sweat, making him look so much paler. Her bubblegum pink hair and darker crème complexion the lighter piece of the portrait. They went well together, he noticed.

Leaning against the doorframe, Naruto made a face when Sakura's pitch heightened and her breath hitched and he knew that she would burst any moment. She came first, of course... because Sasuke would never let himself climax before anyone - everything was a challenge, after all. Then he came after her and the rather obscene squelching sound let Naruto know that they'd been doing it for a while. Sasuke never came that much, so he must have been pumping her full for at least three rounds for her to be leaking like that.

He shook his head, mentally cutting the image in half and pushing it aside to be forgotten. Running fingers through his hair, he sighed and walked into the room. Both of them were too dazed to immediately take notice of him and he really didn't care if they saw him or not. He had come here for a reason and just because they were getting hot and sticky wasn't going to stop him.

Well, people always said he had no manners.

Finding his prize - his favorite sweater - he leaned down to get it and that's when he was noticed. About time too, the damn sweater was right next to the bed after all. Sakura gasped, her pretty green eyes widening, flushed skin flushing more and, on top of her, Sasuke went stiff, his expression surprised and colored with amazement.

"Just came to pick up my sweater," Naruto informed rather blandly, pulling said article of clothing over his head.

"Naruto I-" Naruto paused at the bedroom door, turning back towards the two, eyes falling on Sasuke who had pulled himself out and was getting ready to get up and stop him. How unusual for Sasuke to be so flustered.

The blonde cocked an eyebrow, lips stretching into a lazy, lopsided grin - easy going, uncaring. Sasuke eyed him, surprised and wary, anxiety seeping off him in gray colored waves. "Don't worry about it, Sasuke," he paused, watching Sasuke's expression ease just slightly, "I've been cheating, too."

He closed the door behind him, finding the green and red that colored Sasuke's jealous rage to be very amusing.

It was his fault for being stupid. If you're going to cheat, then you shouldn't give the person you're hiding from the keys to your house.


Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto

A silly little 'dump' fic. Just had the idea and wanted to write it down... Not well written and not meant to be taken seriously.