A/N: So, I wrote this from a randomly generated word prompt (I got the word 'ranch'.) I think they meant like a farm ranch, but I was hungry, so I thought of salad dressing first?... Anyways, this story is kind of random, but it was a fun quick write. Yaoi if you squint (mostly just boyfriend used once as a pronoun) but could be interpreted as friendship too if you prefer that. Hopefully, if I can keep writing, this oneshot (quintrabble? it's 500 words...) will be joined by a bunch of others and become a 'chaptered' collection of short vignettes. For now, enjoy this one!
PS, to all of my fans/followers who requested more KibaNeji... I promise more fic of them is coming!
Sasuke glared in disgust at Naruto's plate. What had been a perfectly normal salad moments before was now a swirling, green-white lake of mostly salad dressing.
"Dobe, you're not really supposed to use that much dressing. That's gross..." he barely held back from vomiting as Naruto dipped his fork into the mixture, pulled out a limp piece of ranch-dripping lettuce, and put it into his mouth.
"Whatever!" the blonde said, ignoring the fact that his mouth was full. "You know how much I hate veggies," he made a sick face, "and this is the only way I can make them taste good!" He began to fish for another bite of salad in the pool of dressing.
"I swear, you're such a kid sometimes," Sasuke chided, rolling his eyes. He grabbed his fork and went to pick up a slice of tomato from his own plate, but he only managed to lift it halfway to his face before it was knocked off from the force of Naruto's hand hitting the back of his head. He whipped around, ready to reprimand the blonde for hitting him, only to find him... giggling? It was just then that Sasuke noticed something cool, wet, and slimy dripping from his hair down the back of his neck. His eyes narrowed.
"Naruto... did you really just put ranch in my hair?" he asked through clenched teeth.
"Pfft- chh- I- I couldn't help it! You were being a jerk and it was just too funny!" the blonde leaned back in his seat, rolling with laughter. Sasuke growled at him, eyes narrowing even further.
"You should know by now what a bad idea it is to play pranks on me, dobe," he said with an evil grin, "because I'll always find a way to make you pay!" he lunged after Naruto, who nearly fell out of his chair trying to escape his boyfriend's hands, laughing even harder as he failed and Sasuke's fingers made contact with his underarm.
"S-stop it, teme! Hahaha!- w- why do you have to know all of my ticklish spots, any- hah! -anyway?!" He writhed in Sasuke's grasp, laughing uncontrollably. He pulled, kicked, and squirmed until he finally managed to slip away and make a mad dash for the safety of his bedroom.
"You'll never catch me now!" he cried, slamming the door behind him.
"Yeah right, like I'd ever give up that easily!" Sasuke called after him, pushing his chair back and chasing after the still cackling blonde.
- a few minutes later -
Kushina opened the front door and stepped inside. She slid her sandals off and placed a handful of envelopes and junk mail on the side table by the door. Phew, she thought, even going to get the mail is a pain in this crazy heat wave... She turned the corner into the kitchen and was greeted with the sight of an overturned chair on the floor and two very unfinished salads on the dining room table. She scowled and yelled in the direction of her son's room,
"NARUTO UZUMAKI! WHAT'VE I TOLD YOU ABOUT WEASELING OUT OF YOUR DAILY VEGETABLE SERVING! IF YOU BOYS DON'T COME BACK AND FINISH YOUR SALADS, I WILL NOT BE ORDERING ANY PIZZA LATER!"
Her smile returned upon hearing Naruto's door swing open and two sets of footsteps pounding on the hallway carpet.