Lying in his bed through noon was a very usual thing for Sasuke to do. He always needed a rest between breakfast and going out, but his servants made it very difficult to get any sleep as he heard them arguing outside.
"Huh!" yelled Sakura, reddening to a cherry. "Who's to say you're any better at cooking than me, you pig?!"
"Ha! Forehead, I'm always assigned the culinary tasks," Ino said with a smirk.
"I'm better at healing wounds! Sasuke needs me more!" the Haruno girl insisted.
"I can heal standard injuries," added Ino.
"Cuts and scratches don't cou-"
"Would the two of you shut up?!" The do or had slammed open to reveal an angry Sasuke. "You're freaking disturbing my rest! Sakura, your cooking sucks! Ino, you can't heal worth shit! Now both of you shut up!"
They were shut up, but possibly not because he told them to, as he went back into his bedroom.
I'm getting too worked up. He sighed, laying back and closing his eyes. Even without their arguing... I guess I'm just too tired to fall asleep, aren't I?
His eyes laid upon the drawer by his bed. He turned on to his side, staring at it. The photo in there... God, I can't believe I'm looking. He hesitantly opened it, picking up a photo of his childhood. Sakura, Naruto, and his teacher, Kakashi, were there with him. And he was smiling. But no matter what, his eyes always got pulled back to Naruto, the boy he used to call his best friend. Before that incident.
No, I can't think about that. He closed his eyes, lying back down. I have to forget it, and I have to forget him.