There was nothing more interesting to Sasuke than the past. When things were simple, people were free, and there was always a war and something to fight for. He tapped blindly at the air, scrolling down the holographic screen he was reading off of. World War 3, transsexual Rights, people had been so passionate, so defiant. If he could meet anyone from the early 21st century, it would be the best thing that could happen. He loved the watch archival videos from You Tube about viral videos, and all sorts of interesting things. People just had so much life.
Now, everyone said the world had gotten better. There was hardly anything to fight for, and nothing to do. Japan was self-sustaining, self-supporting, self-contained. Most called it the era of 'Utopia.'
He thought it was a Dystopia. Everyone was a robot, controlled by the government. No one had their own thoughts. He lifted his right arm. Right under his skin by his wrist he could feel it. The chip every Japanese baby was equipped with. They said it was to protect people, vaccines, G.P.S safety trackers, but Sasuke knew the truth. He clenched his fist.
Every day the news talked about how things were getting better. Better simply meant people were getting more dependent. He stood up and paced out of his studio, too upset to write. It was because of Naruto that he was thinking all these things. He'd seen that look in his eyes and it had gotten him feeling hopeful. But it had been 2 days and he hadn't seen the look again.
Naruto had been perfect. He hated it.
"Hey." He said, standing over Naruto, curled up on the living room couch. "Eat something. I'm ordering you." Naruto shifted and sat up. His cheeks were pale, and he was clearly very weak.
"Yes, master." He said, standing up. Sasuke clenched his jaw. Could Naruto die, he wondered.
"Can you die?" he asked. "Are you hungry, do you get hungry?"
"Yes, yes, yes." Naruto said, holding his stomach as he stood. He was still wearing his little hospital outfit. He walked to the kitchen, his ridiculously long hair swinging behind him. Sasuke wondered why it was so long. He hated that this kid made him so curious.
Naruto looked around the tiny kitchen. His brow furrowed as he opened the cabinets, then the fridge. Sasuke watched him. He was getting a creepy sense of satisfaction from ordering the boy around. Naruto sat on the stool by the island in the middle of the room. He pulled a napkin out of the dispenser and looked at Sasuke, before sticking it into his mouth.
Sasuke's eyebrows shot up, and he watched Naruto chew, then swallow, the napkin. Naruto coughed for a while, before reaching for another one. Sasuke parted his lips. He would deny it if anyone ever pointed it out, but he was smiling. "You'd rather eat that than food?"
"Not food." Naruto snapped.
Yeah, he did snap.
Naruto furrowed his brow, like he was biting back a lot more than he was saying. He looked angry.
"Speak your mind." Sasuke said, sitting beside him. "Uhm, I order you."
"This," Naruto pointed to the napkins. "Is more food than that." He pointed to the cabinets. "That's not food, not food. It's fake food."
"Napkins are 95% recycled stuff though." Sasuke offered. He liked fanning the flames.
"Still, more food!" Naruto raised his voice and Sasuke full on grinned. Naruto stared at him. "Fake food is lazy food, fake food will kill you."
"What would you rather eat?" Sasuke asked.
"Real food." Naruto said, his tone very 'Captian obvious.'
"All right." Sasuke said. "Let's go get some."
Naruto looked up at him, and broke out into a grin, the half-eaten napkin in hand. Despite himself, Sasuke grinned too, before quickly wiping it away. His heart was pounding. For some reason, he was really, really excited.
Sasuke googled the directions to the nearest organic food store and the mini holographic map projected itself from the bracelet on his wrist. He had given Naruto some old things of him to change into, some jeans and a basic button-up. Naruto was rolling the sleeves up as they walked the streets, and looking around him.
His feet were slipping out of the sneakers Sasuke has given him, and Sasuke found himself smiling a little again. Naruto was annoyingly endearing. He hated it but he kind of liked it.
But he really, really hated it.
The walk was long and they were silent. Sasuke liked it that way; Naruto didn't seem to mind either. Even though they were so quiet, it wasn't suffocating, it wasn't awkward—it was comfortable. Sasuke glanced at the sign gleaming above the health-food store. It looked like it would be a very expensive place to shop.
They stepped in and Sasuke followed Naruto through the aisles. Naruto picked up a carton of something flash-frozen and Sasuke nearly jumped. It was a whole chicken, decapitated. It was gruesome and frightening, and Naruto was holding it like it was a regular food product. Sasuke was impressed. He crossed his arms, keeping distance from the creepy chicken-thing. Naruto smiled.
Holy shit. "Why do people even have sex." Sasuke said a loud. He was having a revelation of life and its mysteries. His stomach was actually full- it was incredible. It was the best food he'd ever eaten. He hadn't even KNOWN food was supposed to taste good. It did, it was incredible. And the incredible feeling it gave him in his stomach made him so….warm.
Naruto smiled at him. "You like it." He said.
"Uhm, fuck yes." Sasuke said. "You need to make me food every day."
"I will then." Naruto said. Sasuke saw he was struggling not to add 'master' at the end. He took Naruto's hands and stared at them. Were they anatomically morphed to make amazing food? He stroked his thumb across the soft palm. What else was this boy capable of doing?
He looked back up at Naruto, who was smiling, but his smile was a little different now.
If he could make food taste like sex, then what could he make sex like? The question was going to stick with Sasuke till he got the answer.
