Title: Chicken Soup

Fandom: Naruto

Pairings: Sasuke/Naruto

Rating: G

Warnings: None...for now! Mwaha.

Summary: Naruto falls ill, and Sasuke takes it upon himself to take care of him.

A/N: Yep. cough Yay for sick!Naruto, bwaha xD And for stalkerish!Sasuke. Mhmm.

Uzumaki Naruto couldn't even remember the last time he had been sick. When he was a kid? Maybe, although he couldn't exactly remember a time then either. It wasn't like the blonde didn't take care of himself...all right, so he could've done better. Maybe ate some vegetables once in a while, instead of just milk and ramen. Maybe. But Naruto hated vegetables, almost as much as he hated that Uchiha bastard.

But he'd get to him in a minute.

Naruto trained constantly, he'd admit, and could probably use more rest. Or a break even, but did Naruto even know the meaning to a break? Of course not.

So, when Naruto awoke with a pounding headache and a runny nose and his throat felt like it had caved in on itself, he fell back into bed with a loud (and pain-filled, due to his painfully raw throat) groan. For about a half-hour, he contemplated crawling from bed to go find someone. Mainly Iruka-sensei, since he seemed to be the master at such domestic things as coddling Narutos, but when he tried to move his limbs protested with sharp pains and he abandoned the idea of leaving. So he was stuck.

And that's when he showed up. That Uchiha bastard! How he even knew where Naruto lived, the blonde would've loved to find out so he could show how much he appreciated that effort. The first thing he had noticed was the telltale sounds of someone picking his front lock. Very noisy, which meant someone rather unskilled at the act, which meant it wasn't a burglar or assassin after the young shinobi's life.

"Dobe! Where are you?"

That voice. Even his voice sent angry shudders up Naruto's spine. He ground his teeth, a feat considering he was busy hacking up a lung. Sasuke must have heard, because Naruto heard the angry stomps through his living room and then the Uchiha was standing in the doorway, regarding the bed-ridden Naruto with a mixture of awe, anger, and...fright?

"What...are you doing?" Sasuke asked, frowning.

Naruto growled, and turned his head away with a snort. "What's it look like? I was sleeping before a certain asshole barged into my house!" Naruto stated indignantly.

Sasuke snorted. "Sleeping, eh, dobe?"

"Yes! Sleeping! Like normal people do at..." he rolled over and peered at the clock. His whisker marks practically fell. "...Three in the afternoon."

Crap.

Their meeting.

He had missed it; it had been...over three hours ago. Is that why Sasuke was here? "Why are you here!" he barked, trying to hide the tears welling in his eyes from the pain radiating from his throat.

"None of your business. You're sick, aren't you?"

"No!" Yes... "I'm fine!" I feel like shit...

"Right." He paused, seeming to think for a moment. "Want some soup?"

"I'm not sick! Now go awa-" Naruto stopped, mid-sentence, blinking. "Wait, what?"

"Do you want some soup," Sasuke repeated slowly, as if he were talking to a particularly slow child.

"I..." No one had ever asked him that before. Ever. It was more like 'get away from me!' not 'wanna share some ramen?' Well, in this case, soup. Did Naruto even own a can of soup? "I..."

"I'm taking that as a yes. Give me a few minutes to run to the store, because I'm sure you don't even own a can opener. Do try and at least move to the couch, hmm?"

And with that, Uchiha Sasuke turned and walked away.

Just like that.

Acted like he owned the place!

Naruto lay in bed for a few minutes, wondering idly what Sasuke would do if the blonde defied him and just lay in bed. But he decided he might not like the answer to that question, and summoned up all his courage and strength, just to move as quickly as possible to the couch.

He hurt!

He had just caught his breath and had managed to sniff up all the...stuff in his nose, when Sasuke walked through the door holding a few bags of groceries.

"Oh. I was only joking. But good, now I can talk to you while I cook."

Naruto glared at the Uchiha, clenching his fists in fury. How dare he! ...Oh well. Now Naruto could talk to him.

Wait.

Naruto wanted to talk to him? Uchiha Asshole?

Maybe he was sicker then he thought...

They talked. Actually talked, had a full conversation about...about nothing. About normal things, about the weather and about how Sakura was actually going on a date with Uni-brow.

Uchiha Sasuke and Uzumaki Naruto, discussing normal things, as if they were friends.

When Sasuke presented him with a large bowl of steaming chicken noodle soup, Naruto didn't doubt for a moment the lacking-of-deadly-poison the soup might contain, and devoured it greedily.

He had three bowls of it, in fact.

His nose wasn't quite as runny or stuffy, and his throat had been temporarily soothed, while his belly was warm and full. He cuddled deeper into the blankets around him on the couch that Sasuke had got for him, and sighed happily. If this is what it meant to be sick, he didn't see why people complained so much. Maybe they didn't have a Handy Dandy Uchiha.

Sasuke came in from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dishtowel, and grunted at the sight of the kyuubi curled up in the center of a mountain of blankets. How...cute...

"Tho why'd yoo come, anyway?" Naruto peeked at Sasuke over the top of the blankets, eyes curious. Sasuke cocked an eyebrow.

"We had that meeting. You didn't show up."

"So?"

"So, I figured something had happened. You had slept in or something. I didn't expect you to be sick."

"Oh...How'd you find my house?"

"Asked Kakashi."

Naruto made a mental note to 'thank' Kakashi later.

"So...see you," Naruto murmured, and dove back into his nest.

Sasuke stood there, his eyebrow still raised, before he snorted. "Who said I was leaving?"

Naruto's head popped back out and he looked at Sasuke with a mixture of anger and fear. "W-What do you mean!"

"I'm not leaving. You're sick, and need taken care of," Sasuke said simply. With that, Sasuke turned and walked back into the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind him.

Naruto screamed hoarsely into his blankets.

A/N: 'That's it!' No, ladies and gentlemen! This will be continued, whenever I feel like sitting still and continuing xD I'm still trying to decide where exactly this is going, but I have a pretty decent idea of the story...so yeah. Review? Please? I'll give you a cookie!