Ignorance is Bliss
I don't own Naruto
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Whenever I hear the phrase 'ignorance is bliss' I immediately think of the loud obnoxious roommate I have. How did we end up roommates? Don't ask, because that involved much yelling and the destruction of many things…and even a couple of visits to the hospital. That is what happens when he gets involved. Everything gets turned inside out. It annoys me. Yet he is always so carefree. I hate that. How can he be so carefree? Maybe I should stop reading those angst novels for a while.
Many say I'm angst. I believe that the villagers think I'm suicidal. I'm more homicidal than suicidal. Oh yes…definitely homicidal. I'd like to twist one of their little bodies into a highly unrecognizable form and mail it to their families…okay, I should lay off the horror novels too.
I shift my legs on the little couch I'm on and listen to the song playing softly. It's an upbeat song, with a hint of sadness in it. It talks about 'them', the people that control our lives, lying unexpectedly, laughing at our ignorance for not realizing the manipulative ways of 'them'. I sigh and stretch myself across the couch, pointing the remote at the stereo and shutting it off. I should lay off the depressing music as well. I can't help it. Bloody massacres, morbid death, and saddening songs define me.
My roommate, on the other hand, is always happy. He doesn't read at all. I'm starting to suspect that he can't. He prefers to be outside in the sunlight, the evil sunlight. I prefer the dark interior of my room. It's cold in there, more than likely because my air conditioner is on at full blast, but I like it.
It has actually been a while since I actually came out of my room. Naruto always brings me food of some sort; he doesn't even force me to the table anymore. I'm glad for that. Now I don't have to force food down. Just because he eats a lot doesn't mean that the rest of the world does. I never ate a lot. He thought I was anorexic. That is weak. An Uchiha is never weak.
I hear him walk into the room and mutter something about depressing music. I remotely remember shrugging. I flip onto my stomach and let an arm dangle off the couch. Wait, didn't I turn the thing off? I glance down at the remote in my hand and sigh. It was upside-down.
"Depressed?" He asks, laying on his back on the floor. I shrug, "A little."
"You're always depressed." I hear him mutter. He pulls his arms behind his head to act as a pillow. We stay like that for a while, not even staring at each other, but almost enjoying each other's presence. After living together, we seem to have a mutual understanding. I do what I do, and he does what he does.
I feel a slight pull on my hand and I concentrate on the person tugging.
"Hn, what?"
"Why are you depressed? I think it's the music." He lets my hand go and turns over on his side, facing me, but not looking at me.
"You always listen to slow songs, sad songs." He says. He also knows that I usually don't like to talk at all.
"You always read books too…you read all that angst and blood and gore. Death, self mutilation, massacre." Naruto said. This last comment made me raise a brow.
"I've read a couple." He replies to my unasked question. He sighs and I close my eyes.
"The music is sad…" He softly mutters, sitting up and hugging his knees to his chest.
"And it's cold in here…" He shivers. I shrug. He sighs. We do this everyday. He makes it lively in here and then I retreat to my room. I make a movement to get up and I'm surprised when he says, "No!" He still doesn't look at me, but I stop nonetheless.
"Please don't leave." He begs, "I won't turn off the music, and I won't make it warm." He tries to compromise. I sink back into the couch and I see him smile a little. I raise a brow again.
"W-when you lock yourself in your room…it gets lonely you know." I stare at his back. I reach over and touch his shoulder. Something is definitely wrong. It's not like Naruto to get depressed.
"Just because I'm me doesn't mean that I can't be depressed, and no I'm not a mind reader…I just know you."
I let out a chuckle and say, "Well, at least let me talk. Let me ask you, what's wrong?" I say to him.
"Nn." He responds.
" 'Nn', isn't a response." I say. He blushes.
"I just got a little… Beat up you could say?" He sighs and leans his head back to rest on the couch. I sit cross legged on the couch, right behind him.
"By?"
"Nn…some of the villagers, they really don't…like me." He says. I sigh and reach a hand to touch his shoulder. I see him smile a little, even blush.
"You know a lot, Sasuke." He says, "But you're still ignorant." He turns to looks at me.
"What's that suppose to mean?" I ask. He laughs a little, but I ignore it. I brush a couple of stray hairs from his face and he closes his eyes and leans into my touch. That was very un-Naruto-like. He usually flinches when I touch him, as do I.
"Where did you get hurt?" I finally ask. He brings his hand to entwine with mine and I felt the heat rush into my face. Yes, Naruto was never one to be all sweet and cuddly. He was loud, didn't like to be touched, and never wanted help from anybody… Then something made sense in my head. What if Naruto really wanted to be taken care of?
"Somebody threw stones at me. It didn't hurt me all that much." I swallow the lump in my throat as I let my hand travel up the material on his arm. I see him wince slightly and I think I figured it out.
He turns red as my hand makes its way to the top of the zipper on his bright orange jacket. I pull it down and he shudders slightly.
"What are you hiding…" I mutter to myself as I pull the jacket apart.
"Take it off." I command. He only stares with sad eyes. He gets up and takes it off, letting it fall to the floor. Settling back onto the floor, he looks away from me.
"Look at me."
"But…" He begins. I don't know how long it was, but he looks straight into my eyes for the first time since he walked through the door.
"Sasuke…" He says as my hand trails up his now bare arm. I felt small injuries and bumps on his arm and I glanced at ugly bruises.
"Ah, Sasuke?" He questions as I lift his arm as if to examine it more closely. I glance at his forearm where a rather nasty bruise was. It looked recent because it was slightly swollen, and there was a small scratch where whatever hit him broke his skin. It healed of course, but god only knows how deep it was when it was made. I was as surprised as he looked when I pressed my lips to his skin. He was sitting up now, staring straight at me, confused. I trailed soft kisses up his arm and I heard a contented sigh.
I had never thought I would be doing this to Naruto. I feel his hand tangle into my hair as I kiss his shoulder.
"S-sasuke…" He sighed. I wanted to hear it. I wanted him to say my name.
"Sasuke…kun…" He says. I pause to stare into his face. He blushes and looks away. He opens his mouth, probably to mutter an apology, but I only want my name to be heard out of his mouth, so I did the first thing that came to mind. I kissed him. I felt his hand drop from where it was on my head.
His lips were dry against mine and I don't know how long it was until I felt him respond. My tongue traced over his bottom lip and that encouraged him to open up. I had a though in my mind that imagined Naruto to be the one fighting for dominance, but he was submissive and timid. I pull away and stared at his flushed face.
"Sa…Sasuke-kun…" I grabbed his hand and entwined our fingers as I planted soft kisses on his shoulder. I smirked as he gasped when I flicked my tongue out over his neck. I was roughly pushed away and I slightly glared at being denied, but the glare quickly faded as I saw Naruto's face.
He was scared. This was so new to him. I was used to being fawned upon, but he has never gotten this kind of attention, but I knew he needed it. I knew he wanted it. I knew him.
"Naruto…" I say, stroking his cheek lovingly. I felt something for this frail boy before me. I could only use words like lovingly to describe what I was feeling towards him. I could feel how warm his face was through my fingers.
"Sasuke…why…" He trails off. I sink back onto the couch.
"I thought you said you knew me, Naruto." I hear myself say. He stands up and walks away.
"So, you have any requests?" He says, cheerfulness back in his voice. Something hurt in my chest as he turned to smile at me. It was a forced smile that Naruto always gave. I really didn't want that from him.
"come here." I say. The fake smile disappeared as he came back into the living room. He made his way to stand in front of me.
"You didn't push me away. Why?" I find myself asking. He flushes and turns around.
"What kind of stupid question is that?" He responds.
"A valid one." He lets a gasp escape his mouth as I grab him by the waist and force him to sit.
"Sasuke!" He yelps as he turns to stare at me. Well, I did force him to sit on my lap…
"Hn, you called me Sasuke-kun just a little while ago." I say letting my hand go to the back of his neck.
I kissed him again, and got an immediate response. I felt his arms around my neck and my response was to grasp his waist. As my hands grasped the bottom of his shirt, his hands tangled in my hair. We pulled away, gasping for breath.
"Why…"
"Do you really have to ask that?" I hear myself say, pulling his shirt up. He lets me take it off him, but then quickly stands up.
"Wait-I-you." He stutters. I feel the growl forming in the back of my throat. One arm wrapped around his waist, the other grasped his thigh as I sat him back down. Well, sitting wasn't the word for it. I had forced him into straddling my hips. Of course forced is much of a fierce word, as he willingly let me guide his actions.
I pulled him close, beginning to kiss his neck. He gripped my shoulders because he really couldn't move his arms much. They were between our bodies. My arms crossed behind his back to grip his shoulders. His head tilted slightly, allowing me more access to his neck.
"Hnn…" He half-moaned half-sighed. I bit down slightly on his skin, getting another interesting sound out of him. I felt his grip tighten on my shoulders as I gently sucked on his neck, leaving a small, but noticeable mark.
"ahh…Sasuke…did you…" He mutters between gasps. I ignore his question and continue to kiss him, moving along his collarbone now. As I move lower, his arms are freed, only to be thrown around my neck.
"Sasuke-kun…" I pause and look up at him. Before I even knew what was going on, his lips were on mine in a surprisingly fierce kiss. His hands tangled themselves in my hair and I pulled him close. He put so much into that kiss, it almost felt as if he was desperately trying to grasp onto something before it slipped away.
Of course he would. He doesn't think I'm serious about him. He only thinks that this is just a one time comfort thing. He pulls away and quickly buries his face into my chest.
I hold him loosely, leaning back onto the couch. I let the tips of my fingers travel down his back and then rest at his hips.
"You're so easy to read." I hear myself say.
"how so?" He half asks. He rolled off of me to sit next to me and brood a little. I tilt his head to face me and softly plant a kiss on his lips. I saw the heat rush to his face and then I pulled him close to me.
"You just are." With that said I got comfortable for a nice nap with my Naruto.
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This was going to be a length fic, but I couldn't decide how to continue it. It remained as only a chapter so I decided to edit it and make it a drabble. Hope you enjoyed. Review plz.
