Warning. Boy love. Don't like it, don't read it.
Disclaimer. I don't own Naruto. A very talented mangaka does, scout's honor.
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Darkness crept up on the teen's unconscious body, wrapping itself around his still limbs. His mind was painting images upon his eyelids, branding them into the sensitive flesh so he could never escape from him. After a day of unnecessary intense training, he had let himself into his small yet tidy apartment only to pass out on the wood floor.
It had been about dinnertime when this had occurred; and the moonlight foretold the hour to be about 2AM. He had been out for most of the night, yet when his eyes fluttered open, he hardly felt refreshed. Exhaustion clung to his muscles, making him groan as he struggled to his feet.
Silently, he staggered into the kitchen, glaring at the empty fridge with distaste. A quick rummage through the cupboards produced nothing but ramen, his one true love. He could already hear his happy cry, that huge grin threatening to split open his face. Those blonde locks, longer now with age, would still be misguided, though a few were sure to fall into those laughing blue eyes. But the kitchen was empty; he wasn't there to bring some much-needed life to the dismal room.
As he waited for the water to boil, he leaned against the counter, his eyes fixated on the ivory orb that hung in the ebon sky. His mind wandered, taking him far from the lonely kitchen. Lost in his thoughts, he failed to notice the water boil over until a searing pain engulfed his hand.
A clap of thunder drown out his colorful curses as he shoved his burned flesh under a stream of icy cold water, using his other hand to turn down the burner. He tore the ramen packages open with his teeth, dumping them into the pot. Watching the rain berate the earth mercilessly, he kept a bored eye on his dinner, or should he say breakfast?
Grabbing a pair of chopsticks from a drawer, he realized he had made enough ramen for two people. "Baka," he muttered as he set the steaming bowl on the small table. He was about to sit down when frantic knocking on his front door caught his attention.
"Who the hell...?" Turning on his heel, he padded through the living room to the door in question, an eyebrow arched in confusion. With a firm hand, he twisted the doorknob, opening the door wide.
His eyes widened as they settled on the trembling teen before him. Blonde hair clung to wet skin, along with his soaked black tee and boxers. His feet were bare, and he was shaking from head to toe.
"Sasuke...?" his usually cheerful voice asked, laced with exhaustion. With that, he fell against the dark-haired Sharingan.
Carrying the drenched boy inside and wrapping him in thick blankets after removing his wet clothing, he sighed. Brushing those wet blonde locks from his face, he allowed himself the simple pleasure of kissing him softly.
Cheeks painted cherry went unnoticed in the dark room as he knelt beside him, watching him shiver. On an impulse, he brought his bowl and another full of ramen into the living room, and settled in to wait for him to wake up.
And when he did, he would be ready to face the blonde shinobi who he had fallen in love with against his will. The ninja known far and wide as Naruto.