AN: Ooookayyyyy!!!! So heres another chappie, I was so excited by this story that I HAD to write on today :P But since im busy with school don't expect this all the time :P just a heads up! – Also, thank you guys for the wonderful reviews! ^.^ "scratches head" I had something to say… but I forgot… lol oh well enjoy!
What he beheld caught his breath. Now Sasuke being a Uchiha, had the impeccable mastery of putting on a cold, distant mask. Which he instantly put to use so as not to show the person glaring at him that he was frightened.
Sitting on the bed, his back supported by two or three huge golden pillows was the God Apollo, no on second thought Apollo looked pissed, maybe it was Ares? Sasuke had a hard time deciding which Diety suited this golden demon better.
For demon he was, Naruto was sprawled on his bed like he owned the world, which on second thought, it was possible he did… At least he owned this room. Which Sasuke had barged into, and in a way violated not only its contents but also its owners privacy.
Come to think of it, Sasuke was as surprised at his actions as he was a seeing Naruto.
So, confused and somewhat baffled as he was, Sasuke did what he did best, quietly glared at the golden Statue before him.
And golden it was, at least the skin, a golden-honey hew that illuminated and contrasted perfectly with his (again) golden-white hair. The only thing that differed in color were the cerulean orbs that were now lightly irritated, outlined by more high arched golden eyebrows, and the silver instrument that it gently held in his oh-so-golden hands.
He was shirtless, wearing only slacks that rode low on his hips, revealing the tight compact muscle that rippled and sang beneath the gold.
Sasuke had to admit that the only time he had seen that kind of body was in ads, and that didn't happen in real life, unless you counted this one time. What he did to gain so much muscle was unknown, but it seemed that a regular human being would have to spend his entire life lifting weights to achieve it.
What added to this statue's tones were the three whisker-like scars running across the cheeks. They somehow made the statue look even more feral.
Wild, yet calm and collected…
And so Sasuke kept staring, trying to take it all in and wondering if he had any spare candles in his room that he could put on the altar which, by all rights, should be somewhere nearby.
All those thoughts were of course collected behind the mask Sauske still held, so on the outside he looked more like a statue than Naruo did.
Said golden statue looked a wee bit pissed. One, for having his room barged into, Two, for having his radio unplugged and Three, for this raven throwing back his curtains and now staring at him unflinching.
"May I help you?" Sasuke heard the voice in his hazy thoughts somewhere, the deep timbre rumble that had a sweet flow to it. Like wild honey ran through Sasukes mind.
And then the sledgehammer of reality hit him… hard.
He was currently standing in Naruto Uzumaki's bedroom, which would not have been so bad except for the fact that this was UZUMAKI, the no-bullshit, tough, solitary youth that Kiba and Neji had warned him about.
The way Sasuke saw it, he would be lucky if he left this room limprin at best, on a stretcher at worst…
There was nothing else he could think of at this time except to play it cool…
Onyx clashed with cerulean…
AHA… A cliffie :P