Hello everybody! How's it going? WHOOT! More stories from Unmei...I've finally recovered from a chronic bout of artist block...and now I'm back in action. Anyways...read and review and tell me whether or not I am a horrible writer. Whookacha…now here we go. I give you…a NaruSasu that will (well, should) make you laugh, cry, claw your eyes out and read again and again…but that's asking for a lot, huh? Okay, enjoy or hate I don't care just read it and review, dammit!
Sasuke grimaced at the thought of a full week with Naruto as he walked home from Ichiraku. Seven excruciating Naruto-filled days were just too much for him to comprehend. He normally looked forward to walking home, to getting away from bone head Naruto and that girl...Sakura, was it? Yeah…her. He didn't pay much attention to her, since he was trying to avoid Naruto's constant attacking. It was good training though; kept him on his toes.
He fumbled with the brown doggie bag he was carrying, and it occurred to him that he actually went out of his way to go buy Naruto a bowl of that greasy crap he called food. But it was only an excuse to get away from the blonde headed ninja, considering that they were now living together for the next six days, eighteen hours, twenty four minutes and fifty three seconds, but who's counting? In the ten minutes it takes to get to Ichiraku and back to Sasuke's house, the said raven haired ninja got silence and peace. It was relieving enough so that Sasuke even paid for the 'food'.
Naruto still thought that Sasuke was being kind by getting him his ramen and letting him stay at his house, but the truth was, Kakashi made the Uchiha. The food was of Sasuke's own will, but no one in Konohagakure was willing to let Naruto crash at their house, partly because Naruto would make the 'crash' bit literal and that he snored loud. Sasuke was a heavy sleeper, so he was nominated for the job.
'Idiot, setting his house on fire like that. He should've known not to attempt cooking…' Sasuke thought as he went over the events of the day before. He had been part of the rescue crew that saved Naruto from his own cooking experiment that coincidentally burned his apartment to a crisp. The dunce had been attempting to cook home made ramen, considering that he was out of money and his cupboards (which were normally stocked with the stuff) was empty. Sasuke didn't see the logic in eating that stuff; it tasted like rubber and salt, and there was no way that it was healthy.
Finally making it to the door of his apartment, Sasuke frowned. He wished he lived a bit farther from the Ichiraku. He sighed as he set the brown take-out bag down and pulled the key out of his back pocket. Slipping the key into the lock he took a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare for the week ahead. Little did he know that it would change his life.
Yay for cliffhangers. And be patient now…the Naruto Sasuke love will emerge eventually. :D
