I made my writer's block go boom. :)

And this is what I ended up with. Approximately five hundred words of drabble, featuring Naruto & Sasuke. Reviews make me happy. Costructive criticism is a plus. 'kay, thanks.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto.

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Orange Stain on Sheets of Rain

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Konoha is comprised of mainly three things. Vivid colors that make your eyes scream for mercy. Loud noises that make your ears bleed. And friendly people that make your head hurt. But when it rains, the whole city spirals into gray-scale. The noise level dips below the norm. Traffic doesn't completely overwhelm the streets. Sidewalks are less crowded because fewer people are out and about. Everything is more tranquil than the usual hurricane of cheerful chaos that smashes full force into your senses. Two boys walk through this dull, shallow sea of faceless humans. Like magnets, they are drawn towards each other without realizing it.

One hundred black umbrellas and one the color of a citrus sky. Uzumaki Naruto does not believe in colorless things. In his world, rain is violet paint dripping on blank canvas. Bright, bold, beautiful—that is the world through his eyes, which are etched with eternally warm laughter.

Those who lack protection from the sky's tears look like drenched cats that have had the misfortune of falling into a pool. Uchiha Sasuke wishes he'd brought an umbrella. Rain may be as natural as the air he breathes, but he's going to catch his death of cold like this. That won't be good for his GPA, which is excellent but not perfect. Red grades on the top of papers—that is the world to him (because his father wills it).

Now the only thing between them is a white crosswalk on the black city street. Blue eyes and dark eyes look up simultaneously. At first they don't see each other. Naruto sees a crowd of unfamiliar people across the street. Sasuke sees the orange word 'WALK' flashing. Each step forward closes the space between them.

Through the people drifting all around them, their eyes lock. Stomachs do flips that are unnatural, dark eyes flit away then back again in time to see an uncertain but warm smile slip onto a bright face, the movement of human traffic brings them closer and closer. They stop in the middle of the street. Awkward, hesitant boys that were once in love, and might still be, but can't be together because of life's circumstances.

The nervous tension is alleviated when Naruto pulls him into a hug. "You're wet," he murmurs into dark hair.

"Your umbrella is orange," Sasuke mumbles back into the crook of his neck.

Warm smiles touch their lips. This is nice. But the blaring of horns reminds them that they are not alone and people would like to be going nowhere in particular, thank you very much. They let go, whisper goodbyes, brush hands as they walk past each other. And Sasuke steals the upbeat orange umbrella with an amused twist to his lips. Now who's the drenched cat?

Naruto tilts his head back to feel the raindrops on his cheeks and laughs. Sparkling, sunlit-sky eyes chase the thief. All he has to do now, when it rains, is look for the vivid splotch of color among the endless black.