Wow. A new plot bunny arises. Yeah, yeah, I should update my other stories, but I couldn't help but write this one out.

Anyways, this is a slightly informal writing style, so don't say my sentences suck or anything. They were meant to be that way.

Disclaimer: Naruto isn't mine. And he doesn't bake, haha.

Sugar Cookies

Sasuke really hated sweet things. The taste was always too fake for him with its perfection, so pleasing. It just wasn't something he was fond of. He liked reality, the truth, the cold looks, the indifference. His job was fake too, he mused. He was an actor, and right in there, the word act. Act like you care, like it's important, like you love someone. Maybe that's why he preferred harsh things. His whole world was mostly fake.

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He wondered why he held a rose in his hand. Why he was standing outside a pastry shop. He peered inside, eyes darting across all the customers waiting for their share of sweet nothingness. Just go in, he told himself, just go in. It was like this everyday.

He would get up, bathe, dress, talk to his infuriating brother, go to work, come back, dress sporty, go outside to jog around the park, stop by the Yamanaka flower shop, buy a rose, go back home, get in the car, drive down to the Uzumaki Pastries shop, and stand outside for an undetermined amount of time staring through the large display window.

To others, it must've looked like the beautiful light-skinned actor couldn't decide what to pick. If Sasuke was looking at himself, he would've thought he looked pathetic.

It wasn't a very glamorous place, the paparazzi would never think of coming here. It was far away from the three-stories sweeping mansions with over sized swimming pools and too much land to know what to do with. That was his environment, not some downtown mediocre sized bakery/pastry shop crammed between a Mexican restaurant and Chinese restaurant. That in itself was quite off, but Sasuke rather expected the clash of cultures displayed so uniquely here, after all, Uzumaki Pastries was owned by a Japanese man. The object of his affections (yes, he finally admitted to himself) Uzumaki Naruto.

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It was a fateful meeting, or so he told himself. It had to be. It was no damn coincidence that Kakashi just happened to crave something sweet that day, when Sasuke was driving his former and most annoying teacher around the city. Kakashi's car had broken down somewhere along the west side of the city, and had happily called his most loved student to come and pick him up. Sasuke had hung up on him for the first five calls, and after getting severely annoyed, decided to just go get the man before he popped a blood vessel.

Then he had the audacity to ask to be taken to some bakery shop downtown. Sasuke knew his way around the area vaguely. He had formerly only taken the main streets, what with most of the filming studios scattered about the center of the city. He never paid attention to the scenery he passed by frequently. Other than the rich well kept shops of the west and north sides, the east and south parts were dirty and thrashed. Like others, he ignored the stark contrast of one side of the city to the other.

Seems Kakashi was not like others. He knew the place like he had been there millions of times before, giving directions like a pro. And maybe he had been there many times before. None of that mattered, because for once, Kakashi did something right. He'd have to someday thank the man. Not now, of course. Later.

Anyways, there was Kakashi and there was Sasuke. Parking the car in a not so favorable neighborhood and walking down cracked sidewalks, the smell of well roasted pork lingering about, actually making Sasuke hungry. He hadn't ever eaten food that smelled like that. He should try it someday, he told himself.

Kakashi hummed to himself, walking so swiftly it could've been mistaken for skipping, and smiling from time to time at Sasuke. At least, Sasuke guessed he was smiling, the man was covering the bottom half of his face with a light cloth, and one eye with a medical patch. Kids would laugh and tell him it wasn't Halloween yet.

They stopped in front of the same store where Sasuke currently was. He could remember so well, although it had happened about two years ago. Kakashi had opened the glass door, a light bell sound ringing through the room, alerting the owner of new customers. To Sasuke's surprise, there were many people in the shop already, looking over the different types of bread and sweets, giggling to themselves, inhaling the wonderful sugar-filled smell. Sasuke gagged a bit. He didn't like sugar-filled scents.

When he was about to tell Kakashi to hurry up and pick his god-forsaken cake or whatever it was he was going to buy, he found the man no longer by his side. Nervously darting his eyes from one corner of the shop to the other, he stopped at dark blue eyes. They were filled with mirth at the actions of a blushing dark-haired tan-faced man next to a silver haired covere-

Kakashi! That was Kakashi there! Who the hell was he talking to! How did he get over there in the first place! There was a joyous burst of laughter coming for the blue eyed guy, and an even redder brunette. Sasuke could place what they were talking about now. Kakashi must be reciting his nasty jokes.

Slowly tip-toeing his way to Kakashi (he wanted to be silent, like a ninja) the blue eyed youth noticed him long before, and gave a smile that left Sasuke feeling strangely numb.

"Hello! What can I do for you?"

Turning around Kakashi maybe smiled? Who knew, but he turned anyways, a little glint in his eye that was very unbecoming, "Ah Naruto, Iruka, I want you to meet my most favorite and former student, Uchiha Sasuke!"

Iruka knew who he was, he had seen a couple of his movies, but wasn't really fazed, Kakashi talked about Sasuke all the time, like he was Kakashi's own son or something. On the other hand, Naruto had no clue. He owned a television, but rarely watched. And he wasn't a big movie fan, at least, of current movies. His ex-professor turned surrogate grandfather, Jiraiya, made him watch those old time movies. Most of the time, Naruto spent at his bakery. Or with Chouji and Ten Ten, owners of the Mexican and Chinese restaurants respectively.

Sasuke stood there waiting for a reaction that never came. Not even the others in the room turned at the mention of his name. And he thought he was pretty famous. He decided to save face and greet everyone, "Hello."

They all blinked a couple of times, expecting a few more words. Kakashi knowing Sasuke, decided to continue on without him, "Sasuke was kind enough to bring his dear old teacher here, Naruto, to buy your wonderful treats."

The boy, Naruto, Sasuke reminded himself, grew a bit angry, "Liar! You don't want my food! You want my teacher! Iruka, I told you he was perverted. But nooooooo! No one listens to me!"

"Ahh, Naruto again, such cruel words. Why can't you trust me?"

"Because you're weird."

Sasuke snorted. Weird wasn't even the beginning. Kakashi was something that should never have existed.

"Hehe," the other man, Iruka, scratched the top of his nose, right above a scar, "well, I gotta go, I was supposed to deliver the loaves to everyone at school. They'll kill me for sure. It was nice meeting you Sasuke, see you later Naruto! Oh, and Kakashi. Bye!" He walked out the shop, his arms wrapped around a big brown bag comically.

"Since you say you're here for my food, what do you want, pervert?"

"I want Iruka, but he wont pay attention to me." Again, Kakashi maybe smiled?

"Pervert. What about you Sasuke?"

He jumped at the sudden switch of attention, taking a real critical look at Naruto. He was dressed in that chef outfit every cook ever seemed to wear. His blonde hair was splayed wildly, covering his forehead and the top of his eyes. Those eyes, Sasuke had to admit, were TV worthy. Contact lenses could never hope to recreate such a shade. And what little skin shown through was ten-times better than whatever the women in showbiz used during the summer to tan. It was so perfect and evenly colored, a nice olive pigment. This was a beautiful man, what was he doing baking?

"I don't like baked goods or sweet things."

"Really? Then you don't know what you're missing! Ne ne, Kakashi! Why haven't you had him try my custard? Or my Smor Kranser?"(1)

"Because he'd surely smite me if I gave him anything remotely sweet." Kakashi's voice sounded way too cheery for that statement.

"My dad once told me only bastards hate sweets."

Huh? Did this guy just call him, Uchiha Sasuke, a bastard? Well, he didn't really call him that, sure, but he implied it.

"But if you taste one of my creations, I wont think you're such a bastard." did Naruto just wink at him? It was cute...

"I don't have to." But he really wanted to. For the first time ever, he really wanted to something sugary. He didn't bother to figure out why. Maybe he was pregnant? Crazy. Sasuke shook his head.

"Aww! Come on, only one cookie! One! Kakashi, help me."

"Yeah, Sasuke, one."

"Fine!" He only agreed because they were irritating him. Not because Naruto looked great pleading like that. Seriously, why hadn't this boy gotten his own sitcom?

"Perfect! I'll get you a very plain sugar-cookie. Mexican style, recipe courtesy of my neighbor..." Naruto ran to a back room away from the counter.

"I will kill you when we get home."

"Sasuke, you should be grateful. I mean, he's cute! Isn't he? I know he is, he's you're type, I know it."

"I don't have a type, because I like no one."

"You like blonds, admit it. You do. At least this one. And he cooks! No more cooks that never get anything right."

"You're acting like I'm going to marry him."

"He'd make an adorable bride. And so would Iruka..." Kakashi flitted away, rambling on and on about some adorable dolphin out at sea.

Sasuke was about to follow him, and lead him out before anymore time was spent and someone finally noticed him. Fortunately, (for us) Naruto came out with his prized cookie, a little yellow round thing on a huge tray. Treated like it was royalty, the King of cookies. It was very cute. Why wasn't Naruto on some of those Abercrombie & Fitch ads? The look on his face would overflow the stores with fangirls.

"Here you go, Sasuke-bastard. I just made my first ever batch of this type today. So you're my taste-tester for this one, okay?" It was impossible for the smile to get any larger, but somehow Naruto managed it. Sasuke reached for his cookie, feeling like a little boy being rewarded for something. And he felt like having milk. He hadn't had milk in a long time. Itachi was lactose intolerant. It had been soy milk for almost all of his life.

He took the cookie and held it out in front of him like it burned. His eyes then focused on Naruto, waiting for his judgment. Ah well, now or never. He took it whole in his mouth. Just like a little boy. He felt childish and so out of character. It was funny.

Chewing and chewing, then finally, swallow. The sugar cookie was gone, leaving behind a light butter taste tinted with strong sugar. And, it was actually good. Damn good. He liked the damn cookie. He even licked his fingers! What was up with that?

"So? Was it good or was it good?" Naruto had a conceited look about him, knowing all to well that Sasuke had liked it. Everyone liked his cookies! It was a sin not to.

"It was good."

"That's right! I knew it! Hehe, here, take some more, give some to Kakashi, he just left, you know."

Sasuke turned away from Naruto to see Kakashi standing outside, singing. People walked around him, avoiding eye contact as much as possible. With every swing of the door as people entered and left, little snippets of the song could be heard. A song about the sea. Seriously, his mentor maybe be a genius, but he was missing a few screws here and there.

He snatched the bag out of Naruto's hands and ran out, hearing a faint "Come back soon!" aimed at his back. He took hold of Kakashi's arm and dragged him all the way to the car. While driving (and trying to drown out Kakashi with the radio on full blast) he memorized the streets he had taken to get here. He would come back, but only because the cookies really were good. Just because of that.

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Sasuke really hated sweat things. Except those cookies. One could also say Naruto was sweet, at least, in the way he acted. Naruto was like the little cakes and loaves, and cookies and pudding, and everything he cooked. Nice, small, and sweet. And Naruto was perfect and pleasing. And it was something he had become fond of. He now liked everything Naruto represented. He liked how Naruto's job was sincere, how he never acted, how his desserts made people feel blissful and loved, if for that moment. Sasuke could never do that. He acted, he was an act. He could never make anyone feel anything remotely close. But Naruto could. Naruto was truth. A lot of things changed, but Sasuke still liked truth.

And he didn't like Naruto.

He loved him.

Sasuke sighed and walked inside, a little smile formed as Naruto yelled, "Sasuke-bastard!"

Haha, Chouji's a mexican, and Ten Ten is chinese! Haha, I'm mexican, so no disrespect, lol. I will continue this, with more couples and stuff.

(1) It's a Danish pastry or something. Butter rings, I think.

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