WARNINGS: Language, the beginnings of some god awfully executed slang

I'M WHERE NOW?

Sasuke stood up and moved somewhere in the room. Naruto vaguely heard him rummaging through something, but Naruto elected to lie where he was. After a bit, he did look at Sasuke. Naruto looked on in mute horror as he realized just how many hickies adorned his pale skin and how unbearably low they went on his body. He tugged a shirt on over his head and holy hell was he tiny as fuck. He briefly wondered how he didn't break him like a twig during sex.

He then realized that he was completely unaware of their arrangement when they came to sex – Naruto could very well bottom. The thought didn't scare him as much as he realized that Sasuke knew what he liked, so he decided that it wouldn't be so bad…

Naruto came back to reality as Sasuke tugged him off the bed via his left arm. Naruto groaned in discomfort.

"You need to get dressed, boy," Sasuke scolded, "you're not walking around the house naked."

"But aren't we married?" Naruto complained.

"That does not mean I enjoy you walking around the house naked – I mean, you lack in common decency so completely sometimes, you dofus."

Sasuke pulled him into place in front of a dresser. He pointed to the top two drawers.

"Your clothes." Sasuke stated.

"What are the other three, then?" Naruto asked.

"My clothes." Sasuke responded. Naruto was, once again, confused.

"Why do you have more drawers than I do?" Naruto asked. "You're smaller than me."

"I have more clothes." Sasuke said matter-of-factly before leaving the room.

Naruto just blinked blankly at the dresser for a few moments before he opened it. He danced inside happily as he realized that his fashion sense hadn't changed within the past 10 – 11 years. He got dressed absentmindedly before he stopped in the middle.

Holy shit, he thought, I have never had a six pack in my life.

For some reason, the six pack did a good job in securing the situation into reality.

Naruto pulled his shirt on as he exited the room. He straightened the bottom as he looked first to his right then to his left.

Where the fuck was anything?

He elected to move to the left first. He reached the end of the hallway and opened the door. Inside was what appeared to be a guest room – it was wonderfully decorated. He closed the door and made a mental note on his mental map – which, let's face it, he would forget within the next five minutes. He moved to the next door, which was a bathroom. He then realized that there was no master bathroom in the house, either that or they weren't in the master bedroom, because he only saw one door and that had to be a closet.

He closed that door and moved to the next one – linen closet. It was well stocked with towels and extra blankets. He moved to the next door and passed below the vent and felt the warm air hit him. He found himself wondering what time of the year it was when he opened the next door to find a water heater. He closed it quickly and turned to move to the next one.

Sasuke was standing beside him.

A surprised yelp left Naruto as he clutched his chest to still his beating heart.

"Holy shit, Sasuke, would it kill you to give a warning?" Naruto gasped out. Sasuke grabbed his hand and dragged him down the hallway.

They entered a reasonably sized living room, with a doorway that probably led into the kitchen. Naruto looked around as Sasuke went through said doorway.

There were some chairs and a matching sofa, and quite a large tv. Sick. He looked around, but the room was slightly bare – Naruto figured that was because Sasuke had never been that keen on decorations in the time he knew him.

"What do you want to eat?" Sasuke called out to him.

Now Naruto panicked. Sasuke was kind of controlling- that was something Naruto knew for sure. He had no idea how Sasuke had managed to control his palate, but he was pretty sure he had.

"Never mind, scratch that," Sasuke spoke again, "what flavor do you want?"

"Flavor of what?" Naruto asked cautiously.

Sasuke poked his head out of the kitchen, looking at Naruto as if he had grown three heads.

"Um… ramen?" Sasuke shook his head slightly at the obvious answer. Naruto sighed in relief.

"Beef, please." Naruto requested. Sasuke smiled before pulling back into the kitchen.

"You got it, boy." Sasuke replied.

Naruto wondered if that was the pet name Sasuke gave to him. It was really a strange one, so Naruto decided to ask Sasuke about it.

"Hm?" He asked, "Oh, it's a shortened 'boy-wonder', which is the nickname you gave yourself, but you don't know that. I guess I can stop if it makes you uncomfortable."

"No, no, that's okay," Naruto assured him, "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Don't worry about me," Sasuke bit back, "I'm fine – I'm worried about you."

Naruto realized in quite some amusement that Sasuke's sense of style hadn't changed much, either – it was just so unbearably different in Sasuke's case because in his junior year he was passing through some kind of punk phase. Naruto then realized that phases didn't typically last 11 years.

They ate in silence. Sasuke ate a salad – which, for some strange reason, pissed Naruto off because of how small Sasuke appeared - while Naruto ate his beef ramen.

"Why are you eating salad?" Naruto inquired.

"Because I'm conscious of my health," was Sasuke's smug reply.

"Sasuke, dude, you're thinspo as fuck, though." Naruto scolded. Sasuke raised an eyebrow slightly before he looked back at his plate, lost in thought.

They remained quiet after that. Naruto's mind wandered about, wondering how much the world had changed or if June 6th*had really doomed them. He supposed it hadn't, though, seeing as they were still sitting there.

Sasuke's soft laughter was what broke the silence finally. Naruto looked up at him.

"I'm sorry, I'm just thinking about how damn hard I tried to get you to eat healthy. Somehow you always smuggled that bull shit in and I eventually gave in." Sasuke smiled at the memory.

Naruto was sad that he couldn't reminisce with along with him, though he did smile because he was glad he hadn't changed that much.

Sasuke had obviously changed much more than him, and was it disappointing to know that he didn't know how it had happened. It did make him happy when he finally realized that he himself was probably why Sasuke was like he was now.

A/N: *June 6th, 2006, or 06/06/06, was apparently supposed to be the end of the world from what I remember. Imma apologize now for the rest of this, but I'm working my ass off on remembering 2006 (which is where Junior Year Naruto is from –Sasuke is too desperately to understand Naruto lol) and my French (because Sasuke is fucking French get over it) and I am absolutely dying right now.

This fic is set this year, so you can get an accurate timeline now lol. It's actually revealed later, but Imma just throw y'all a bone here 'cause fuck it my man. Fuck it all to smithereens.

Also, WARNING! It starts going downhill to the angst side of the scale after this chapter, so just warning you now. It kinda snowballs after this, lol. I won't blame you if you jump ship now, though – I did that in a couple fanfics and came back to them a couple years later lol.