Sasuke woke up at one in the morning. There was no way he was going back to sleep- he couldn't, he shouldn't, and he didn't particularly want to. Glancing over at Naruto who had somehow rolled off the bed even without Sasuke's help, and was sleeping on the floor, an idea formed in Sasuke's head. They had eaten together with Sakura for Naruto's birthday the night before, and after a laughing for a couple hours straight (or in Sasuke's case, smiling sarcastically), Naruto decided to throw a mini- sleepover in the name of being a little kid on the inside. Sakura had begged off, but Sasuke didn't have any even half- decent excuse ready, and his pride prevented him from using anything weaker. But the sleepover had still taken its toll on his ego- two guys in one room acting like children- how could it not?

So, he decided to take his revenge now. Sneaking to Naruto's kitchen, he explored the seemingly endless cabinets lining the walls; yet despite all of the countless boxes of various tools, food, and photo albums, he couldn't find a single knife in any of them- not even a butter knife! Which was probably smart of the clumsy dobe, seeing as he was more likely to cut himself than anything else with a culinary blade. But it wouldn't save him from this morning's wake- up call. The only possibility left was Sasuke's own 1.5 foot switchblade (?). It'd have to do.

Creeping back to the living room where they had fallen asleep, he leaned down to about two feet from Naruto's face and lifted the blade above his head, poised to strike. Half an hour later, Naruto slept soundly on, oblivious to the knife that was now inches from his head, and Sasuke's mood had shifted from unimpressed by Naruto's reflexes to annoyed and seriously considering dropping the blade onto Naruto's head just to see how it lands. Pathetic. And he wants to be Hokage? He'll be assassinated by the third day…. Make the third hour…

Finally, at 3:30 AM, Naruto's eyes fluttered. As his vision cleared, Sasuke's face focused. "Hm… Five more minutes. Are we practicing toda-"

His eyes flicked up to the knife, and then back to Sasuke's sneer. His eyes widened, and his body automatically curled into a ball, only to be trapped by blankets. He began to go into a fit of panicked seizures, when Sasuke spoke. "What took you so long to wake up? You would have died a couple hours ago already."

Only then did Naruto register Sasuke's relaxed stance and his now obviously bored expression. That's right- he always looks contemptuous.

"Oh." Ugh… I just woke up and I'm already thinking in big words?! I need to go back to sleep…

"Exactly."

Five minutes later, Naruto broke the silence. "Just don't touch me with that thing. And don't put it down anywhere. Knives have no place in the House of Ramen!"

Sasuke looked at the blade, his left eye twitching. He spent hours waiting with a blade in hand, and they weren't allowed, were they? Ha! Ramen will go down in ruins!! Wait- he was thinking like Naruto!! In exclamation points!! Nooooo!!! STOP IT! Calm……….. Calm………. Back to his old self, Sasuke sighed before defeatedly walking out of the room.

Naruto smiled. 3… 2… 1…

SPLASH!

"NARUTO!!!!" Ah…. Wasn't it great celebrating your inner child?

Sasuke stalked back into room, completely drenched, his hand clenched around the blade.

"Isn't it genius? I set everything up while you were in the kitchen with my jutsu." Naruto said conversationally, twirling a pair of chopsticks around his fingers.

"Oh, yes. Very genius. So is leaving your boxes of ramen right next to the matches. Oh wait- was that you or me? It all happened so fast…"

Sasuke smiled evilly.

Naruto bolted.