Iruka looks at the clock mounted on the kitchen wall.
Hmm, better call the kids for dinner.
"Naruto! Sasuke! Dinner is ready!"
He waits for a couple of minutes, silence greets him, he doesn't hear the sound of feet rushing down the stairs to hurriedly gobble down piles of his famous goulash.
What are those boys doing?
He walks out of the kitchen, and up the stairs reflecting on the last couple of years as Naruto reached the age of fourteen. Naruto had become quite close with Sasuke going everywhere with him, even at school; they would always hold hands where ever they went, even as they walk through arcades, parks, even while they walked through school, but these past couple of years had put a strain on Iruka and Naruto's relationship. The blonde had become more distant, more secretive than ever before.
Iruka finally reaches Naruto's bedroom door, he raises his fist prepared to knock on the cedar door. Muffled sounds float through the door, curious as to what's happening in the room, Iruka presses his ear to the door.
"Sasuke…stop what if Iruka comes upstairs."
The rustling of clothes can be heard.
"Relax; he won't know what we're doing as long as we don't tell him."
"But, but, Sasuke I'm nervous about this…I-I-I've never done…it before."
"Then as the old quote goes 'practice makes for perfect' or something like that. So we should probably start."
"Yea," more rustling is heard.
Sasuke begins, his voice low and seductive, "…the prince leans down, staring into his beloved's eyes, pulled in by the emotion that swirls in them. Lust and love wage a war in his heart…and then their lips meet."
Iruka bursts into the room, anger burning like a thousand suns planted on his face.
"What the hell is going on here?!"
Iruka glares at both of them; a shocked Naruto tries to hide his face with his hands.
The scene before Iruka was enough to make a priest scream, and fujoshi's and fundashi's pass out. A young Naruto laying on the floor, Sasuke straddling his hips, their lips inches away from each other.
"What the hell is going on here?" Iruka repeats once more.
"It's definitely not what it looks like." He gesture to the costumes on the bed, "Sasuke and I were practicing for a play were starring in at school, we were just practicing, and it was gonna be a surprise when I showed you the flyer, the drama club made."
Iruka blushes madly, "Oh…good, well as long as you're practicing plays and doing nothing else."
"What else could we possibly be doing?" they ask in unison.
Yea readers what else could they possibly have been doing? Anyway I decided to continue "Sounds are Always Misleading" for a couple more chapters, sparked by a comment left by one of you fabulous readers. So anyway be prepared for more glorious misconceptions about the many activities Naruto and Sasuke are engaging themselves in.