He knew that when he got home his father, Fugaku, would be furious and his mother, Mikoto, would cry and try to keep Fugaku from leaving… again. Sasuke would apologize for missing his curfew again and Fugaku would storm out of the house rambling about how nobody respects his position as man of the house. Then Mikoto would cry even more and Sasuke would try to comfort her.

So here we are caught up to Sasuke on his way home. He ran as hard and as fast as he could hoping his 'darling' father was already gone, and Itachi was home comforting his mother. Ha! Itachi, comforting….funny. He'd gotten half way home when, not even watching where he was going, he ran into some guy. Accidently, of course.

This guy, his voice, his face, it all seemed so familiar. Seeing as he had just hit his head on the concrete, things were a bit blurry and he couldn't make out exactly who this guy was.

"Sasuke? Sasuke! Get up Sasuke! Open your eyes! Don't die," said the voice of the maddeningly familiar boy.

Sasuke blinked his eyes a few times and tried to push himself into a sitting position. He was still a bit dizzy and uncertain of everything going on, but had enough sense to realize that someone was holding him around his torso and burying their head in his shoulder.

"Thank goodness you're okay. You are okay, right?" said the voice again.

With his vision beginning to clear up, he realized who this mystery person was, and once again, you will be shocked to know this mystery person was Uzumaki Naruto.

"Sasuke, look this is my apartment building. We have to get you inside, okay?"

Sasuke nodded a groggy yes and was then picked up by Naruto and carried to an old rickety elevator. Reaching Naruto's apartment, he was the laid down on something cushiony which he later identified as a couch. He sat up this time without being held. Naruto was off in the kitchen getting water and fumbling with medicine bottles. Sasuke could hear Naruto muttering to himself about clumsy people who don't pay attention. Sasuke was busy taking in the small living room when Naruto walked into the room carrying water and some painkiller, for which Sasuke was grateful for. Before Sasuke could thank him, Naruto flooded him with questions.

"Are you okay? Do you need something? Anything? Should I call your parents? Will they be worried?"

"In order, could be better, no, no, no, and I doubt it."

"You sure?"

"Yeah I guess… Hey dobe?"

"Yeah?"

"Where did you learn to play?"

"Huh? Oh, I've always been able to play the notes, but not the beats; I just never really understood how to I guess."

"Really? The way you played today I'd never have known… it was, amazing" Sasuke said, as a light blush graced his perfect ivory skin. Why am I blushing?! Sasuke asked himself.

And when Naruto saw that blush, he thought: Is he blushing or is it a fever But he said, "Thanks. Ya know, for a bastard, you're not so bad."

Silence followed. Nearly ten minutes of it. When Naruto moved closer to him, Sasuke felt and suppressed the sudden urge to grab the blonde and kiss him violently. Sasuke didn't understand why he was feeling these things, or why he blushed those minutes ago.

Naruto broke that long silence. "So, Sasuke, why were you going to the music room anyway?"