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-Fox Hair-

He stared out the window. Nothing to look at tonight. A small sigh escaped his lips, and he shifted positions.

A black blur against the backdrop the moon caught his eye. It was a person, a ninja obviously, leaping from one tree to another. The figure paused on a tree branch, and a rogue ray of moonlight bounced of the crown of the person. Yellow hair, yellow as the sun.

Naruto.

In a swarming deluge, memories of nights long past overcame him. He could smell, hear, feel, and almost touch them they were so real.

He could smell the pungent odor of Naruto's breath, contaminated with ramen as it always was. The animalistic growling of his comrade gave him shivers even now as they ricocheted throughout his mind. His lips grew warm thinking of the effervescent blonde's mouth over his; his tongue pushing, searching, and finding little resistance from his own. His pants tented slightly as he thought of Naruto's broad shoulders, his muscled chest, his perfect buttocks.

But that was all long ago. Years. He doubted the blonde even remembered him. Considering all the women he attracted, (more than himself, even!) it was amazing he could remember the name of the girl in his bed.

He turned away from the window and lay down on his bed, thoroughly disgusted with himself. Why was he thinking of these things now, years and years after they had happened? Because Naruto had returned from the edge. Gone to do his job, his job to eliminate Itachi, because he was under house arrest for certain bad choices he'd made as a genin.

He reached under his bed and pulled a book out from under the mattress. Carefully, he pried it open and gazed at its contents. A single locket of golden hair, stolen from the very angelic creature he contemplated about, lusted for.

He had long since known about his teammate's terrible secret-the Kyuubi residing in him-and he reflected on this. Who knew a fox's fur would be gold, not red?