Inspiration hit me! Here is the next one! Thank you followers and HxH KiruGon Fan I really appreciate. Please tell me if I made any spelling and/or grammar mistakes! Thanks everyone! And something else! In case this chapter offends anyone, please know beforehand that I'm sorry. I never meant to make anyone feel bad. The only reason I wrote that scene was because I wanted to add a funny argument in the chapter. So please don't flame. Really. Oh and I change rating because of the language. I suck at rating as much as I suck in titles. I feel this one crappy.

It was funny really. Maybe because he had never expected it.

During this time of year, emotions and memories will wash over him resentlessly. Almost anything would trigger it. Anything. It could be something as stupid as the smell of tiger lillies, the scent of his mother. Or as big as the sight of someone injured, blood had been very common that night. And with those 'flashbacks' feelings came. Sometimes small like shivers up his spine. Other times he would just want to throw up, no matter where he was. He would feel the hatred boiling up his stomach. That burning sensation coursing through his veins, fueling him like the adrenaline, was indescribable. It was like a drug. It was harmful at the same time it healed him. He needed it. And when it came he didn't stop it. But everytime he had those... 'episodes', he was never around people.

He would try and kill himself with training. He would grab every breakable object from his house and throw it against the wall. He would go to the graves and mourn in silence until midnight. He would be alone all the time. That's the way he did it, and that's the way he liked it. Naruto wasn't included. He certainly wasn't. And yet here he was!

The reason he was never around anyone on this week was pretty simple. He hated being weak. He couldn't stand it when people saw him so vulnerable. So emotional. Uchiha's weren't emotional. They were cold, impassive, and stoic. If his father could see him... But that wasn't the point. That wasn't the funny thing. Although it was hilarious. He had always wanted to match Itachi's poker face, ever since he was six. And now he let himself go as much as he wanted. Because this was the only time of the year he would allow it. Still, this wasn't what was funny.

Naruto was the funny thing. Or at least, he was one of the reasons it was funny. Why? Because he was what he never expected. He was the x factor.

He knew he would have to stand the blonde the whole week. He knew he would have to deal with him. He knew he couldn't afford any 'episodes' with the idiot around. What he didn't know was that Naruto himself could be a trigger. A good trigger, you could say. All of the memories that came to his mind with each episode were the kind you could confuse with nightmares. They always were. Until Naruto. Naruto and the bath.

Eight out of ten memories would include Itachi. The cold, heartless, red-eyed Itachi that murdered his entire clan and tortured his little brother. Never, not even once, did he remember the kind and gentle older brother he once had. He never had. Not until Naruto came. He made him remember. He had dug into the depths of his psyche to unearth the old memories of his adored sibling. Those seem to hurt more than the bloody ones. But he couldn't blame the idiot. He didn't know. But still.

He was getting out of track. One simple action. One movement of the head, was all it took the blonde to make him remember. That was the funny thing.

You can call it ridiculous or childish, but for him, it was funny. Funny and angering at the same time, because he didn't want to remember. He couldn't think of Itachi as another human being. He just couldn't. And who's fault was it? The idiot's. It was unfair , and he knew that, but he couldn't help it. Right now, sitting with the blonde, he couldn't help but blame him. Blame him for tilting his head against him. Blame him for making him remember. Blame him for being an idiot.

See? Funny.

Naruto didn't think it was funny. It was confusing. Like 'big-headache' kind of confusing. He wasn't that much of a thinker, and he didn't mind accepting it. He rather act. There was no need to give things that much thought. Unless you were dealing with an Uchiha. More specifically, Sasuke Uchiha.

He had to bite back a growl. Why were Uchihas so difficult? They were worse than the girls. Like Shikamaru says! Troublesome! There was no way whatsoever to know, for certain, what they were thinking and/or feeling. Sometimes it was because of that annoying blank mask they always put. Other times they would get angry at you for no reason. Like now! What the hell did he do!? How was he supposed to know, anyway!? Was it because he made a mess of the bathroom!? Or because he couldn't wash his own hair!? What was it!? How was he suppose to not do it again when he didn't even know what he was suppose to not do!? What did Sasuke think!? That he read minds!? That was Ino's job, not his!

Yeah... 'big-headache' kind of confusion.

But if the bastard thought that will stop him he was wrong! Nothing stops Naruto Uzumaki! Especially Sasuke Uchiha. No sir! No matter how awkward things could get. Like now.

They were currently sitting on Sasuke's couch in the living room. Their hair was still wet and the only thing they were wearing aside from boxers was their pijama shirt. Usually, Natuto would be using his whole pijama, but in the rush of packing things up and arguing with Sasuke he had totally forgotten to pack the whole set. This was unfortunate, of course,because the night was freezing. The Uchiha had taken two bento boxes from one of the cupboards in the kitchen, which were now placed on their laps as they ate their content. Naruto, of course, was talking non-stop about the first time he tasted ramen. Taking the oportunity to complain about the lack of his favorite plate at dinner time. He had tried to warm up some water for his instant ramen cups, but the raven had just scowled and swatted his hand away whenever he got close to the pitcher.

That didn't stopped him from complaining though.

What he didn't know, was that Naruto's constant chatter wasn't annoying. In fact, the background sound of his teammate's voice was somehow soothing. Don't get him wrong, he still blamed him, but there was something... nice about having someone else sitting beside him. Naruto hadn't mention his switch of personality on the bathroom. So he either forgot, or didn't want him to feel awkward. Whatever it was, he appreciate it. Right now, all he wanted was to trash his apartment and then clean it in the morning just so he could trash it later. The problem was that it wouldn't be such an easy task with just one hand. Suddenly, he wasn't hungry anymore.

He put down the chopsticks and glanced at the blonde. He was still eating and talking at the same time he was watching T.V. Heh... Who knew the idiots could be multitasking?

"... And he said no! The bastard said no! I mean, I saved his stupid arse and that asshole couldn't even buy me a bowl of ramen!"

"Naruto..."

"It isn't that expensive! And it was just one bowl!"

"Naruto?"

"Can you believe it!? Apparently one ramen from Ichiruka isn't worth his life!"

"Hey, idiot!"

"And then- What!?"

"You done?" The blonde looked his empty bento box and nodded with a smile. "Let's go to sleep then."

None of them noticed how late it was. They spend at least one hour bathing and another hour eating and they got here at eight, so it was probably ten p.m. Kakashi had said he would drop by tomorrow's morning, (that's a first) and he really didn't want their sensei watching them sleep on the same bed. The bath had been bed enough already. Which reminded him...

"Left or right?" he asked as they placed the boxes on the table infront of them.

"What?"

"The bed." he explained, annoyed. "Which side do you want? Left or right?" Sasuke stood up, bringing Naruto with him, and they started walking towards the Uchiha's bedroom.

"Hmm... I guess I'll take the right." he eyed their joined hands.

As they stepped into the room, Naruto realized how much of a good choice Sasuke's house was for two people. [is the same room where Sasuke was after he talked to the sound 4] On the right wall was a glass door leading to the so called balcony. There were shelves with more books and a little T.V. on top of a small table. There was the bed against the left wall and a large window with a perfect view of the village. There was a small closet and some other furniture. Yep, perfect for two people.

Naruto was too busy checking out the room, that he when he felt Sasuke moving towards the bed, he had dumbly followed. The raven started pulling the covers from the comfort, adjusting the pillows so both of them could fit. As he finished his task, something caught the Uzumaki's attention. Something sitting on the night stand.

"I guess that's it." said the Uchiha as he study his work on the bed. "Get in- Hey!"

Before he could react, Naruto was jumping over the bed, dragging Sasuke with him. The blonde sat back on his haunches as he reached out to grab the photo frame resting on top of the piece of furniture. He was staring absently at the picture when a very pissed Sasuke took it from his hand and placed it inside one of the drawers. He was forced to turn around as his teammate plopped [?] down on the bed rather harshly. He turned his head away from him, but that obviously didn't stopped Naruto from teasing him.

"Oooooohhhh!" he cooed. "Sasuke, you bastard!" he exclaimed fondly. "I knew you care! Wait 'till I tell Sakura-" A pillow came to hit him square on the face. "Hmpf!" He was about to get up and give Sasuke a piece of his mind when he felt said person pushing him back down again. The bastard was sitting on top of his stomach, using the pillow to hit him again and again.

"Hey!" Smack. "Bastard!" Smack. "Get off!" Smack.

As the blows kept coming, Naruto used his legs to push Sasuke's body off him and to the side. In a second, he was the one on top. He took the pillow and reciprocate. He only managed a few before the Uchiha smacked him on the side of the head.

"Hey!" The raven pushed him to the side but didn't move to pin him down again. He simple through an arm over his eyes and grunted. "What was that for!?"

"Shut up." was the short reply. The blonde huffed and thought about yelling, but choose against it. He was tired and he really didn't feel like arguing. So he simple glared and rolled to his side, back facing the Uchiha and arms tugged on close to his chest, forgetting about their joined hands. He didn't realize that at doing so he would be dragging his comrade with him. Now, they were both laying back to back, Sasuke's left arm angled across the blonde's waist.

At the feeling of having the boy so close, bright blue eyes moved to meet dark onyx ones with equal amount of surprise. They held each other's gaze for three seconds before screaming and scrambling away from each other as fast they could with their hands together. When they were a fair distance apart (both on their respective sides of the bed) they looked at each other again and frowned in disgust. Naruto broke the silence.

"Geez, bastard! I know you care for me, but there's no need to get all touchy!"

"What!?" shouted the Uchiha bewildered.

"I know it most be new for you." he said calmly as he sat crossed legged on bed's edge. "And I'm sorry for what I'm about to tell you, but you are really not my type." Sasuke's face was hilarious. "Its completely understandable, because I am adorable, but I don't think it would be correct considering our age and-"

"What the hell are you talking about!?" he knew what he was talking about, and it was a really bad joke. "Quit joking like that moron! It gives me the creeps!" The blonde exploted in laughter, making Sasuke's right eye twitch in irritation. He really, really, really, really, couldn't stand this guy.

"Sasuke, you are screw-able!" exclaimed his guest as he crawled under the blankets, ready to go to sleep. "Turn off the lights, will you?" he said happily as he closed his eyes facing him. The Uchiha raised his chin.

"Fine. If that's what you want." First, he was resting on the bed, then he was being pulled out of it and dragged to where the light switch was. "Hey!"

"Wherever I go, you go, idiot. At least for the week." he slapped the switch down before turning again, with growling Naruto following him.

The futon was unbelievably soft when both gennin lay down on it. The raven pulled the duvet from the end of the bed and brought it up to cover both their bodies. The blue-eyed boy let out a sigh and snuggled deeper into the warm clothe. He liked to be sprawled all over the bed when sleeping, but after the few times Iruka had slept with him after a nightmare, he learned how to be sprawl just on his side. They were both facing the roof, surpringly at ease with each other's presence. They didn't know how, but having someone there by their side was relaxing. The sound of constant breathing and the rhythm of a beating heart was soothing. The chilly breeze coming through the slightly open window, gave them a reason to move closer to each other.

They closed their eyes simultaneously, allowing themselves fall down on a sleep that would later on be meet by horrible dreams filled with blood, screams and death. But none of them knew. None of the, knew how lucky they were to have someone there with them that night. They didn't know that in the middle of the night, when they will wake up screaming, they would have a shoulder to cry on. For the first time.

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