Darkness again. It enveloped the raven boy like a blanket, disabling him to see any farther than his outstretched hand. It was four in the morning. Wondering where he was, he reached blindly near the nightstand and somehow turned on the lamp, lightening the room. Sasuke's memory came back to him as fast as lightning, hitting him like a shock. He was still in Gaara's bedroom. He was drunk. Naruto had run away, leaving him there alone. He had fallen asleep on Gaara's bed…and now the Uchiha felt terrible. Though he wasn't drunk anymore. After the nap, he had felt better. Although he wasn't nearly drunk last night, as the blonde had accused, he could still admit that he was a bit out of it.
In an effort to stand, he sat up and braced himself up on the bed post and stood, the room only slightly spinning. Okay, so maybe he still was drunk. Or maybe Sasuke was just really tired, being four in the morning. He slowly made his way through the house, only to discover that everyone else was passed out across the floor of the sibling's estate. So he wasn't the only one to be knocked out like he did. He walked out of the house, now being able to walk around normally without his world whirling around, and he looked up at the early morning sky. Dark, cloudy, and gloomy, just as any other Konoha morning. He stared at the sky for another few moments, before flinching from a wet drop striking him directly between his obsidian orbs. Rain. The raven-haired teen shook his head as a few more droplets fell from the sky, and suddenly sprinted off in the direction of Naruto's house. He wasn't going to let him off thinking this was all a joke, now, was he?
Silence. Breaking, unbearable silence. That was all that you could hear in Uzumaki Naruto's house. Said teen lay in his bed, staring up at his cream colored ceiling, deep in thought. He was tired, of course, but he couldn't bear fall asleep. Not after what had happened at Gaara's house. The orange-clad teen rolled over and heaved a sigh, shoulders slumping more-so. "Why, of all people, did this have to happen to me?!" Naruto yelled in his head, his eyes lidding over more than before, sleep slowly taking over him. "Sasuke couldn't have possibly meant what he said, right? I mean, he was drunk! If you can't even walk, you shouldn't be able to understand what you're saying, nevertheless mean it…" The same train of thoughts kept running through his mind, not letting the blonde rest until he could somehow sort everything out and be at partial peace with himself. Which, by the looks of it, wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
Tap, Tap. Naruto turned his head slightly, looking back over his shoulder to where the sound had come from. His windows were covered by curtains, and all he could hear was the steady pitter-pattering of the rain beating ominously against the glass. But a sound louder than the rain caught his attention, and as a streak of lightning ran across the dark, gloomy sky, an outline of a tall, male figure was visible through the tangerine-colored curtains. Naruto drew in a shaky breath as his eyes widened, but as another bolt of lightning flew, he saw the silhouette not as a danger, but as a friend. He recognized the spiky hair and the slim but fit frame immediately, but at the same time it made him nervous. He got up and pulled back the curtains, to reveal no other than his rival and best friend, Uchiha Sasuke. The blonde's heart skipped a beat at the sight of his stoic Uchiha, and-WAIT. His?! Since when was Sasuke his?! Naruto shook it off, a minute blush creeping across his sun-kissed face as he threw the window open, letting Sasuke into his dark room. For the first time, the blonde noticed that Sasuke was drenched, his clothes sticking to his body like glue, and that just made his blush worsen, deepening in the slightest of ways. He shook his head again, and finally spoke. "Teme, what are you doing here?!" He asked, walking over to his dresser and grabbing an orange towel, throwing it to the Uchiha.
Sasuke caught the towel without even a glance at the blonde, his eyes fixated at the warm orange carpet underneath his sopping shoes. He solemnly dried his sagging raven hair, and sighed, not daring to speak yet. This aggravated the flaxen-haired boy.
"Oi, teme!! Are you gonna answer me or not?!" Naruto all but yelled, fuming. Sasuke then glanced over to Naruto and "Hn"-ed, shaking his head slightly, sending small droplets towards Naruto. The blonde just crossed his arms and puffed out his cheeks like he would when he was 12, and sat down on the edge of his un-made bed. "Well, if you're not gonna talk, then just leave, damn it! What do you even want from me, Sasuke?!" He asked with a slight whine in his voice. His blush had not yet lessened, but his face still burned, now from anger more than embarrassment. Sasuke just rolled his eyes and sat down next to the blonde, not caring if he soaked the bed.
"Fine, I'll talk." He said simply, and turned toward Naruto, towel around his neck now. "I still haven't finished talking to you," He said, charcoal eyes piercing through blue ones, almost making it impossible for Naruto to look back. Though he somehow couldn't forestall his gaze from the teen, so he sat there, letting his heart run wildly, knowing what was to come.
"Okay…About what?" He said, trying to act as if it was nothing, shifting a bit on his bed.
"I think you know what, usuratonkachi," He said sternly, knowing that Naruto wasn't that forgetful. The scarred-cheek boy just sighed and looked out the window, watching the rain fall. Sasuke waited for an answer, and when one didn't come, he did the same, somewhat enjoying the silence.
"Why did you do that, teme…?" Naruto finally muttered, his eyes not daring to leave the window. Sasuke shrugged, already knowing the answer.
"I dunno…I just did. Though you should know why, dobe…" He said in the same low voice that Naruto had, and side-glanced at him, then quickly looked back at the pouring rain outside.
"I actually don't know why. You're the one who did it, not me…" He said distractedly, looking down at his now-wet bed, rubbing the fabric between his fingers.
"Yes you do, Naruto," Sasuke spoke a bit louder now, dangerously narrowed eyes now concentrated on the teen next to him. "I told you my reasons, now it's your turn to remember them," His force was strong, husky, and forceful, not seeing the need to repeat himself.
"What are you talking about, Sasuke?!" Naruto said, matching Sasuke's glare.
"Gaara's house. A couple of hours ago. Right after I kissed you." Sasuke said, his voice now hard and dead, almost hollow-seeming. "After I said it, you cut me off, and said I was drunk. You cried, then ran away, leaving me there. Don't tell me that you don't know what I'm talking about now." This made Naruto look down at his bed again, face reddening and hands slightly shaking. Of course he remembered, how the hell could he not?! His best friend and eternal rival had gone and kissed him, almost telling him that he- Naruto couldn't even bring himself to think of the possible word. He slowly shook his head, eyes a deep navy now, and let a small sigh escape his lips.
"I remember…" He murmured, unconsciously tightening his grip on the covers. "You don't mean it though. I know you don't…" He said, not knowing exactly where he was going with this.
"How do you know that…?" Sasuke asked, the slightest trace of color crossing his face. Naruto looked up at Sasuke, a token amount of hope in them.
"W-Well, you were drunk. You're my friend, Sasuke…and you don't feel like that for anyone…I should know, me being your best friend…" He said softly, eyes now laid on the teen next to him.
"That doesn't mean I didn't mean what I said…" Sasuke said, shooting an almost icy glare at Naruto. This made his blush increase in size, the tips of his ear now reaching a cherry tint. He was speechless, now knowing that Sasuke really felt this way…and realized that he might feel the same. Naruto looked down at the sheets again, suddenly finding all the folds and creases amazingly interesting. Suddenly he felt a pair of cold, strong hands grab his face, forcefully but somehow gently at the same time. Naruto was forced to look at Sasuke, and his eyes widened a bit as he felt soft, trembling lips press against his own. Sasuke was kissing him. Again. For the second time that day. And strangely…he didn't mind. He just sat there, his eyes slowly closing as his face heated up again, the intensity becoming much too great for him to handle. He could tell his face was blood-red, but he didn't care. He slowly gave into the kiss, eyes now fully closing and softly kissing back, leaving the Uchiha smirking in response. He let one hand travel down Naruto's neck; his cool fingertips grazing the skin, and let his hand rest on the blonde's shoulder tenderly. Sasuke pulled back after a few moments and studied the red-faced blonde carefully, before smirking slightly. Naruto just sighed, his eyes returning down to the sheets.
"O-Okay….maybe you do feel that way for a few people…" Naruto murmured, hand coming to touch his scorching cheek.
"You're wrong," Sasuke said, making the blonde look up at him again, shocked. There was silence for a few moments, other than the quiet beating of the on-going rain outside, and Sasuke leaned in, his other hand dropping from Naruto's face to brace himself up on the bed. "Only one person…" He whispered into Naruto's ear, his voice low again as his own face began to heat up.
"S-Sasuke…" Naruto's eyes widened at the other teen's response, and threw his arms around Sasuke, pulling him into a tight hug, shivering slightly from the freezing body against his warm one. Sasuke smiled softly and returned the embrace gently. "Y-You're serious?" Naruto asked, his bright sapphire eyes meeting Sasuke's shady obsidian ones. Sasuke just nodded, his smile growing in the smallest of ways.
"Always have…..always will…" He mumbled, now breathing on the blonde's neck. Hearing this made the blonde overjoyed as he realized that…he too felt the same way for Sasuke. He pulled back only to press his lips against the other's once again, eyes closing shut as he felt Sasuke press back with the same amount of force, turning their kiss into a teeth-breaking, full-fledged make-out.
