Pairing: SasuNaruSasu ~ OTP
Warnings: Fluff and slang(?...?)
Disclaimer: Nope, still am I not in the possession of the author rights of that, or any while we're at it, show.
Summary: Little Sasuke could really use a friend to drive away his loneliness... Guess who's to the rescue. Geez, guess.
A/N: Written for the SNS 2k15. Guys, again, you're awesome. Thank you for this, no, really... thank you.
Sasuke was heavily aware of the strange, confused looks that the staff and servants that passed by him gave when met with his scrunched up, grumpy face in the corridors of their masters house. He also understood why those looks were thrown his way; after all, how many 9 year olds were hiding in the hallways, between the potted plant and coffee table, whilst the New Years party raged in the hall behind him? Just a simple Sasuke, actually.
It's not like he was really hiding; he has merely found an adequate peaceful place where those cootie filled girls that kept grabbing on his clothes and begging him to dance weren't.
They weren't that bad actually, all of them looked glittery, smelled flowery and smiled sweetly at him... He just had problems with connecting and conversing with kids his age. Or younger... and older, now that he thought about it.
His forehead marred in a frown; Ok, so he basically never ever had a friend(except Itachi) and didn't really know how you go about making one. He remembers mother saying smiles and polite words were a sure way to make some.
However when Sasuke approached some boys in his school, a query smile on his lips, they all ran away. Ever since that day, when he was left alone on the playground, traumatized and lonely, Sasuke decided never ever to trust people. Except Itachi, Itachi was simply the best and no other understood Sasuke like him.
Except Itachi wasn't here; the minute their family arrived at the party his brother told him to mingle and went ahead to talk with his friends, leaving the poor brunet boy alone.
He wasn't crying, Sasuke said inhaling air harshly trough his nose, not really. Dark eyebrows scrunched down in an effort to stop the flood of liquid that threatened to leave his obsidian eyes.
Gripping his knees, Sasuke tried to stop thinking about his traitorous brother with little success.
When he opened his eyes he was welcomed by big orbs of blue, slightly slanted towards the tiny, tanned nose.
His own widened, before he plastered himself to the cold wall, trying to escape the owner.
"Whatcha doin' there?" Asked a modulated voice, with those eyes still unblinkingly watching his every move.
Sasuke blinked, sending the tears away.
"What's it to you?"
The boy shrugged, tilting his head sideways, giving Sasuke a full view of his scarred cheeks. He wondered how he got them... Maybe on some dangerous adventure?
"Well, nuthin' really. I just thou' you was playin' hide 'n' seek with someone and wanted to ask to join."
Sasuke blinked. Then, he blinked again. And just for the heck of it, he blinked yet again.
This boy, a perfect stranger boy, wanted to play with him?
An unknown feeling surged up in his chest, making his tummy feel weird and do flips.
"Aaaa... no, not really."
The boys eyes darkened, a sad look over taking them.
"Aaa.." He gave him a small smile. "It's OK, I guess. You dun't hafta play with me if you dun't wanna."
The boy was starting to rise up from his crouch and Sasuke panicked.
"Aaaa, no!" He whisper-yelled, latching onto his bony wrist. He blushed, letting it go immediately.
"I mean, no, I wasn't playing with anyone." Understanding dawned in those eyes.
"You can... you can stay if you want to."
And again, remembering his mothers words, he smiled, shyly. The boy in front of him blinked, tilted his head again, and shrugged.
"OK."
Crouching back again, this time pushing Sasuke a bit to sit beside him, pushing the pot away a bit, the boy pouted.
"I'm Naruto."
Sasuke blinked, grunting when he felt sharp elbow digging in his stomach.
"I'm, uff, Sasuke."
"Cool." And they entered into a maze of wonderful, awkward silence. Well, it was awkward for Sasuke, who kept on sending confused, but interested glances at the fair haired boy. He was sure he never saw the boy, not around his school nor on any parties and dinners his family attended/hosted. The spot they occupied was dark, so Sasuke couldn't quite make out his features, but he was pretty sure the boy wasn't older than him.
They sat there, huddled up together, Sasuke desperately trying not to touch the boy, Naruto, anymore than necessary.
"Ya know, I dun't really like these fancy dinners." The boy, Naruto Sasuke reminded himself, drawled out. Sasuke's eyes flashed over to his for a brief second, finding them watching the wall in front of them that was hiding people, music and food. "Everybody's got their own business and none really pays notice to me..." Sasuke hummed, almost inaudibly, in agreement.
"Pops always makes me go with him, sayin' how if I wanna take up his mantle I gotta meet the right kind of people first."
Sasuke had no idea who Naruto's father was, but judging from the boys words he couldn't be that much different from Fugaku, who always demanded excellence and perfection.
"But the grown-ups are so borin' and the kids don't really like mah speech."
Sasuke frowned; sure Naruto's speech was a bit unrefined, but that surely wasn't a reason to bully him. Wait, did they...?
"None says anythin', but I knows. They look at me like I'mma hick or sumthin'."
Sasuke wasn't sure what hick meant precisely, but he understood from the thick sound coming from the back of Naruto's throat.
"Aaa, I don't think you're voice is weird."
He blushed furiously when Naruto's big, sparkly eyes centered onto him, ducking his head low.
"Ya know Sas'ke, you're right bostin."
Sasuke was sure from Naruto's tone it was supposed to be a praise... Though the word left Sasuke a confused frown on his face.
"I gotta hankerin' for sum food. I'mma come back in a nippy. You just stay snug as a bug there." Naruto rose to his feet and left their hiding place in a hurry, leaving Sasuke to pout, alone, hoping to Gods Naruto doesn't forget about him.
After five minutes or so, which seemed like a decade to the boy, Naruto appeared, carrying a plate of some bread rolls. Taking back his rightful place, he gestured for Sasuke to take some.
"These are dern tootin' ya know? Dunno who made 'em, but they taste like Momma's."
Sasuke gave a short nod, taking one of the plate and biting into the crispy cheese rolls, as he found out they were. True to Naruto's words, they were really good.
"Them folks are getting all rowdy there, reckon the New Years but an hour away."
Sasuke sighed, knowing that he would have to get up and join his family before the clock ticks out the old years time off.
He really didn't want to, he liked his seating arrangement so far, and his company was so good so far...
After he said all his congratulations, the Uchihas would probably leave and he would never see Naruto again.
His quenching stomach didn't like the concept of that, so he quickly took hold of the boys hand, the one that wasn't busy wolfing down the cheese rolls, pulling him closer to him.
"Hey Naruto..?"
Blinking his eyes owlishly, the blonde boy inclined his head towards him, giving him a sign he was listening. Sasuke was glad he didn't ask about the hand, Gosh that would be embarrassing to explain!
"Tell me... tell me stories of yourself."
With a twinkle in his big, blue eyes, Naruto swallowed the piece of roll and started prattling off and on about his parents, the bike he got for his birthday, his pet, his school, some strange uncle that lived in Naruto's street that everybody avoided but Naruto really liked... It was a bit hard to get all the words the boy was using, but Naruto made sure to explain every single one to him. Gosh, slang were heavy.
Throughout that one hour the boys spent together, they learned nearly everything there was to learn about each other (Naruto's favorite food was ramen, Sasuke's were tomatoes; Naruto was afraid of ghosts, Sasuke feared blood; Naruto really liked keeping pets of any kind, and really loved gardening; Sasuke enjoyed reading books and playing with his big brother...). Sasuke also found out Naruto lived in a small town called Konoha, in the southern regions of Japan, which probably explained his accent, that his father was a mayor there and his mom was a dojo master. The reason they attended this party, here in Tokyo, was because his fathers old university professor was hosting it.
After explaining to Naruto that Sasuke didn't really know anything about Konoha, Naruto explained his home in details; starting from how beautiful the scenery was, how nice the people were, how warm the climate was and how lucky Naruto felt that he got to live in such town.
Honestly, Sasuke was feeling jealous; Konoha sounded like a paradise for kids, unlike these ultra mega urban city, where Sasuke was forbidden from going out without an adult.
He was also jealous of this other boy Naruto kept mentioning, Shikamaru. He sounded like Naruto's best friend, and while the blonde kept singing praises to him, Sasuke's features kept growing darker and sulkier.
He finally found someone who he could call a true friend, but they were already taken! No fair! Sasuke already disliked Shikamaru, even though he never met him.
A servant came to their corner, telling them they should join everybody at the party, where the toast is about to be held.
Reluctantly, Sasuke arose, still holding tightly to Naruto's hand, never once letting it go during their talk.
Naruto gave him a wide, teeth full smile, before dragging him towards the door.
Sasuke missed whatever it was the host of the party was saying, keeping his eyes glued to the boy a few steps away from him; never minding his mothers calls to him. Naruto was standing next to a petite red headed lady, his hand holding onto her dress, who had her arm tightly, and probably painfully judging from his expression, around an older, leaner not that bony version of Naruto.
Sasuke blushed but didn't deter his gaze. He wanted to congratulate the New Year to his new friend, if possible first. So when the countdown began, Sasuke slipped from his mothers arms and glided slowly towards the blonde, who in turn released dress and stepped backwards.
"5!" Shouted the masses, counting down hurridly.
"4.. 3..." Sasuke stood behind Naruto, turning him towards him and welcoming him with a shy smile. Naruto gave a small one of his own.
"2...1...0..HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Tip toeing, Sasuke raised his arms and enveloped Naruto's form in a quirky hug.
"Happy New Year Naruto."
"Aaa, Happy New Year, Sas'ke."
He wasn't sure if he will ever see his friend again. Though he would be sure to use his cutest face to guilt trip Itachi to take him to Konoha sometimes.
