Disclaimer – poem don't belong to me, along with the characters.
I Met A Man…
As I was walking up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish, I wish he'd stay away.
The rhyme echoed dully in his head, over and over, until he was sure the incessant litany had driven him insane. There was no getting around it, no overcoming it with brash and bravado. Distraction upon distraction, loud music, louder conversations, an endless torrent of body-bruising spars, and still he was unable to silence the voice.
Even now he was muttering it under his breath, head lolling on the back of his chair, sleep deprived because of this ridiculous case of "stuck song." In his dreams he killed the idiot who wrote it – strangled the bastard to death actually – a large, Cheshire cat grin stretched across his face as the dream men-in-white-coats carted him away.
The retarded ass rhyme was still there in fact, when he'd felt someone poking his shoulder, waking him up to a sticky puddle of drool covering his desk. His head shot up at the foreign wetness, a paper stuck to his cheek as he mumbled incoherently about "pudding."
The poker's presence was as yet unknown, but there was only one person he knew who could exude so much silent ice and barely restrained anger without saying a word.
Swiping at his cheek, Naruto whipped around and narrowed his eyes suspiously.
"I'm working, stop bothering me, Bastard."
An elegantly arched eyebrow lifted at the comment, a pale hand having removed the Anbu mask and letting it dangle from his neck. The movement drew Naruto's eye – slow and purposeful, as always with the avenger - a dry sort of chuckle slipping past his lips when he realized what the mask was of.
A wolf. He'd chosen a wolf as his calling card, of all things. Though many thought Naruto a fool, he was not ignorant of the significance he saw in Sasuke Uchiha's choice of face gear. A wolf, even if banished from the group or forced to wonder alone for a time, is in essence a pack animal and must one day return to the fold. To hunt, mate and protect the others of its clan. Naruto smiled a little at the thought.
...A man who wasn't there...
Damnit! And there goes that stupid rhyme again! Naruto squeezed his eyes shut and proceeded to pound his forehead against the table, all his little odds and ends – photos, crafted paperweights, files and research – flying in every direction.
A long suffering sigh issued from behind him.
"Loser. What are you doing?"
Naruto pouted as he finally rested his poorly abused head on top of his arms, an irritated remark aimed at his friend.
"Having sex with myself. No, what do you think I'm doing?"
Silence.
"The former isn't really possible, but some of that is to be pondered…"
Naruto gritted his teeth in frustration, dumb rhyme still circling in his brain and stupid newly appointed Anbu captain purring at him.
Stupid lone wolf.
Ha, ha lone ranger…
Warm hands suddenly pulling him from his seat and pushing him back against the desk, Naruto sighed at the familiar tingle of soft, brushing lips on his, and hot tongue in his mouth. God, Sasuke kissed him beyond mind blowing, all teeth and sucking.
Bastard. He had to have practiced on his fan girls, there's just no other way he could be naturally so good at kissing!
"Naruto, I don't think you're paying attention to me…"
Oh yes, he most certainly was, especially when he felt a hand slowly glide down his back and firmly grab his butt, forcing his hips forward – hard – into Sasuke's.
Oh yeah, now he remembered why he was gay.
"What were you thinking about?"
Naruto felt something hot and wet trace along his collar bone, leaving his mind little more than a mush of soup and blurted out the first thing he could think of.
"As I was walking up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish, I wish he'd stay away."
End.
Shit this was weird. R&R.