I'm all talked out. Just read it, dammit. Reviewing it would be nice, too.
Oh yeah…this is number two. You have to read number one for this to make any sense. Yeah.
I don't own Naruto. But I wished I owned his new apartment! And…this one's kind gross, if you get what I mean. Not entirely lemon, but if you have a perverted imagination then you'll kinda be…uh I dunno just read it.
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What does Naruto's apartment look like? It never really crossed Sasuke's mind before. There was a subconscious vision of white walls and rounded corners and nothing small enough to cause a choking hazard, but somehow Sasuke didn't think so. Apparently Iruka was in charge of the remodel, considering he was the one paying for it. So there was always the possibility that he took some precautions, and even if it didn't look like that before, maybe now it did.
"I can't wait to go home!" Naruto squealed as he shoved the key into the lock. Sasuke sighed, feeling the same way. Because as of now, the Uchiha's one and only home felt the burn of the barbeque. 'It was the curse of the ramen,' Sasuke thought.
Naruto opened the door, and the two ninja gasped in union. The apartment was absolutely gorgeous, with earth tone walls and brand new hard wood flooring, natural pine cupboards, a silver stainless refrigerator and matching stove with a flat top for easy cleaning and two bedrooms.
Sasuke, who was still in awe, walked slowly down the hall, the black and white photo's caressing the wall of all the rookies grabbing his attention. There was about twenty picture frames all around the house, consisting of photos of all of Sasuke's and Naruto's friends. Sasuke smiled.
"I think everyone helped with this project, Naruto," Sasuke grinned.
"Holy ramen! Look at the cupboards!" the said ninja yelled. Sasuke peeked his raven haired head around the corner and saw the ecstatic look on Naruto's face. And then it hit him.
"Shit, Naruto. How much ramen does one guy need?" he asked, feeling very sickened at the sight of Naruto's kitchen. There was nothing but ramen in the cupboards, and it made Sasuke slightly scared to check the fridge. He made a mental note not to.
"Check the fridge for me, hey, Sasuke kun?" 'Asshole,' Sasuke angrily thought as he dragged the rest of his body into the kitchen and opened the fridge.
"Oh thank Buddha!" Sasuke yelled. Not that Sasuke was all that religious; he just felt the need to thank some sort of higher power for this miracle. The fridge was stocked with fruit, vegetables and all sorts of edible things. The freezer was full of meat and popsicles.
'Good for cooking some sort of meal for Naruto and I,' Sasuke thought to himself.
"Why Buddha? You should be thanking ramen," Naruto frowned.
Sasuke whipped around and glared at Naruto. "Ramen is a food, not a god, Dobe." And there was no way Sasuke would be thanking that stuff anyways. Tasted like yucky.
Naruto cocked his perfect head and stared at Sasuke with his questioning blue eyes. 'So goddamned cute,' the Uchiha thought with a smile. Sasuke shut the fridge and walked over to the kitchen table. Wood. Soft. Squishy chairs. Naruto brushed his hand across Sasuke's ass on his way to the chair. More wood. This time not the table.
Sasuke was going to have to get a hold of himself if he wanted to manage to get through the week without raping the dobe.
Naruto sat down, "Anything as wonderful as Ramen has to be a god. It makes me happy when I'm down, I think of it when I'm fighting for motivation, and when I feel all is lost I remember the ramen and keep on fighting."
"Frightening. I think you should think of me instead; I wouldn't mind being worshipped," Sasuke crooned as he stood behind Naruto, wrapping his hands around the boy's shoulders.
"You are already worshipped, Teme. The fan-girls, remember?"
"All too well."
Sasuke sighed and sat next to Naruto, plopping his cheek into his hand and feeling his face slide down to the table.
"I think you need a long bath and a good nights rest. And some ramen," Naruto frowned, wrapping his arm around Sasuke. Sasuke blushed and turned his head so Naruto couldn't see.
"No ramen, please, no more ramen," Sasuke begged, feeling like crying.
"Then a bath?" Sasuke's face was really red now.
"I'll make a deal with you, Naruto. Wash my back and I'll ea-ea-eat r-ra-ram-men," Sasuke choked, not believing what he just said.
"Unh huh, like I'll believe that. You wouldn't eat ramen if your life depended on it."
Well, that was a slap in the face. Did Naruto just refuse his offer for a bath?
"And Teme, I think a shower would be hotter."
Rocks couldn't compete with Sasuke now.
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Ew! Naruto and Sasuke are only fifteen (yeah, I made them fifteen in this story, sorry for not telling you) and they're gonna do the flabby! Oh god what am I doing with this story?! And tee hee for cliff-hangers.