Sorry it has been so long i got really busy and then had writers block! if you have any suggestions or whatever let me know by reviewing my story 'cause i do read and appreciate them XP Have a good week ^.^

There, standing nonchalantly in my apartment, MINE, was none other than someone I had last seen several years ago and his face seemed shocked to see me. Though, as I remember it, he never really had any emotions on his face and was usually awkward, he stood there with a face of confusion and shock. His face then turned into one of recognition and finally he spoke to me.

"I had wandered why he left a letter for me to give to someone who would enter this apartment and now I know why." The dark eyed, raven haired man said. "The letter in which you need to read is on the kitchen table, now if you excuse me I'm late for meeting someone."

As he prepared to go around me and walk out of my apartment, I grabbed his arm determined to get some answers.

"Who is this 'he' you are talking about that left me a letter? And why the hell is MY apartment completely changed from before I left? And why in the world are you in my apartment without my permission Sai?" I asked quickly in an aggravated voice.

He looked at me for a moment without saying anything, but he then made me more angered by his answer. "As I said before, there is a letter in the kitchen for you, now I'm leaving."

With that he pulled his arm out of my hand and walked out of my apartment, shutting the door behind himself. I stormed into the kitchen and looked around for the letter he had mentioned. I found said letter on the kitchen table and it had the same neat scrawl as the letters from three years ago. My anger slowly vanished and excitement took over due to the fact that the one who had written those lovely letters to me years ago had once again written to me.

Grasping the letter in my hand I walked into the living room and sat down on the new, comfy black leather sofa and opened the letter.

Naruto,

It has been a while since I have last seen you and I heard that your training with Jiraiya went well. I hope that you won't be too mad that I let someone into our apartment; he needed to help me take care of a few things that I had forgotten about. I am currently gone on a mission, but will be back in time for dinner, and yes we can have ramen. I can't wait to see you again after so long! I want to hear your voice, see your beautiful eyes, and your sunshiny blonde hair. Don't be surprised if I return early.

Sincerely,

Your Raven

I sat there for a while, blushing but then something donned on me. 'Who said this person can move into my apartment, change it up and then call it ours as if it were nothing? As if I didn't have enough to worry about, now this random person who has only written me letters and whom I have never met has forced his way into my living space and claimed it as his!

I fumed for a little while, but then let go of all my anger due to the fact that if this person was as nice in real life as he was in my letters, then it wouldn't be so bad. And if the person writing the letters really is Sasuke, then… well I guess I will have to wait and see what will happen. The next thing that popped into my head was going to take a shower and then getting some rest from my long trip back. I would go visiting later tonight and tomorrow.

I woke up, not knowing where I was. After a while my brain finally woke up enough to register that I was in the new king sized bed in my remodeled apartment. Yawning, I got out of bed and went to get dressed so that I could go out visiting.

As soon as I left the bedroom, I noticed someone standing in the hall just taking off his shoes. My slow and still somewhat groggy brain didn't catch on so I just said "Welcome back Sasuke," and continued into the bathroom to wash my face. Once I had finished washing my face, my brain finally fully started to function and I ran out into the entrance hall only to see him still standing there, but closer to the bathroom door than before.

My eyes grew big and my mouth dropped open. After a while I finally found my voice and the only thing I could do was shout "SASUKE!" and glomp him.

We hit the floor, Sasuke under me giving off a huff of pain. "Naruto, it's good to see you too, now would you mind getting off of me so that I can shower and change?"

It was only then that I realized that he must have been cleaning up garbage or something due to the stench coming off of him. "Uhh… yeah, sure, sorry about that." I reluctantly got off him and stood up helping him up in the process.

Before I could let go of his hand, Sasuke pulled me into him and gave me a tight hug, which I returned eagerly. "I'll take you out for ramen once I'm done in the shower ok?" He said into my ear.

The sensation of his breath on my ear while he was talking left me speechless and I could only nod in response. He kissed my forehead then went to grab some clothes and get into the shower.

While I was waiting for him, I decided to explore the apartment and find out if anything else had changed. In the kitchen I found actual dishes, not the paper and plastic stuff I usually had, and enough food to last a long while. In the living room, I noticed that the coffee table had drawers and inside those drawers were books, which I just closed the drawer on not even reading the titles.

Before I could go to explore the bedroom more so than what I had already due to my clothes actually being put up, Sasuke came out of the bathroom. He gave me a questioning look as to what I was doing, I have to admit that I did make a lot of noise while exploring.

"You do realize it's going to take me forever to get used to the changes you made around here right?" I asked while trying to remember where everything was that I had seen already and curious as to what else was hidden in the apartment.

The raven haired man gave a small chuckle and then said "You ready to go out, dobe?"

"Yeah, I'm…. Hey! Bastard, don't call me a dobe!"

He continued to smirk while we left the apartment and went to the Ichiraku ramen shop, and I continued to yell at him the whole way there the reasons as to why he shouldn't call me a dobe.