Disclaimer: Don't own the characters… saddening.
A/N: ALRIGHT, This is where is changes from Plastered Romance! Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Naruto awoke to the sound of heavy rainfall and noises of a fire crackling. Naruto began to sit up when he felt the painful headache start. His head was pounding and he felt nauseous. He laid back down for a moment willing the bedroom to stop spinning.
"You should probably stay still. You might have a concussion." A voice said from somewhere. Naruto couldn't pinpoint where exactly.
"How fun." Naruto drawled.
Naruto kicked the blankets off before bolting to the restroom and throwing up. He cradled his head in his hands. This was not going to be a fun day for Naruto. Not at all.
After a few minutes the sound of steps reached his ears and a hand was placed of Naruto's shoulder. Naruto let one of his hands drop before he made an attempt to see who the mystery person was but found a glass of water instead.
"You could probably use it. Might help to hydrate a bit."
"Thanks." Naruto took a drink before taking a deep breath and exhaling.
"If you don't mind me asking, how long have I been out for?"
Naruto returned to cradling his throbbing head. He sucked in a breath before willing the feeling of vomit back down his throat.
"A couple of hours. I've been trying to wake you up."
After a couple more minutes Naruto stood on shaky legs and braced himself against the wall while mentally chanting 'no sudden movement. Take it slow." Naruto felt a pair of strong arms steady him while redirecting him back to the bed to sit down.
Naruto sat down and made to look up at the stranger only to have just missed his face. It wasn't a voice Naruto recognized. The guy had to be a few inches taller than Naruto at least with broader shoulders. Naruto hadn't exactly ran into many locals so he wondered if he lived close by.
"What's your name?" The man asked suddenly.
"Naruto. And your's?"
Naruto suddenly felt very dizzy again and collapsed back onto the bed.
"Perhaps another time. You should rest. You've got a fever."
Naruto fell back into a fitful sleep with his mystery savior watching over him.
Naruto awoke the next morning and felt dizzy still. He was still wearing his clothes from the night before. He tried to look around the room, but for the most part everything was blurry and he couldn't focus in on anything.
He managed to get up and control his gag reflux. He found his way to the stairs and stumbled down the stairs. His vision was setting in. He looked in front of him and saw a plainly decorated kitchen with some fruit in a bowl and a loaf of bread. He saw one open door and decided to walked through it. Someone had to be home. He walked through the open door and saw it was an office. There was a desk and some writing materials. Naruto scrunched his eyes up at the desk. Something looked familiar about it. He shook his head and left.
Naruto walked over and sat down at the table before putting his head down.
'Alright, I was walking home. I fell and hit my head. I was just outside the house when I ran into someone. I woke up with a headache to someone in the room.'
Naruto heard someone walk up the stairs. He cradled his head.
"Your awake?"
"You could say that." Naruto said with a groan.
"Sorry, I stepped outside for a moment."
"It's cool man."
Naruto heard the man cross the room. Naruto looked up and looked at the owner of the sensual smooth voice that was making his head spin even more. He saw broad strong shoulder's covered in a white shirt, suspenders and black slacks. His hair was spiked up in the back and his hair framed his face. He saw a strong jaw and a pale complexion.
The man was rinsing something off in the sink.
"Thank for helping me out. That was really awesome of you."
"Hn. It would've have done any good if I left you for dead on my front steps after you ran into me last night"
'His front steps?'
Naruto started replaying last night. He rounded the corner and lightning hit the sign. He swore he turned on the right street. He remembered seeing the street sign. Did he get confused?
"What street do you live on?" Naruto asked suddenly.
"Why does that matter? It's the street you ran into me on."
"Because I'm trying to figure out if I turned on the wrong street. I remembering being infront of my house before blacking out."
"You were in front of my house when you blacked out. I brought you inside after you were unconscious. My street is 253rd."
That's the street Naruto was supposed to be on. Maybe he wasn't as close as he thought… maybe this guy had a neighboring house. Looking around he noticed the house was definitely beautiful. Most of the house's on the street were run down and messed up looking. But, you should never judge a book by its cover.
"I could've sworn I was at the right house…" Naruto trailed off.
The man finished up rinsing off whatever it was and set it on the countertop next to it. He turned it around and placed his hands on the counter.
Naruto's brain froze. His eyes widened considerably. No. No way. Not possible.
Naruto stood and walked over to the man who had sharp dark obsidian eyes, a perfect porcelain face and a slight glare. Naruto stood in front of him his mouth agape.
'Oh I definitely hit my head harder than I thought. '
The man tilted his head back out of Naruto's face to regain as much of his personal bubble as possible.
"Problem, Dobe?"
"Yes. You look a lot like a devilishly handsome man I saw a picture of and now I'm certain that I am in a coma and my brain manifested you here as some sort of sick joke." Naruto nodded his head reaffirming his conclusion.
"So what your saying is I am a product of your imagination" The man spoke while raising an elegant eyebrow.
"Yep." The blonde confirmed.
"So, if I am a product of your imagination, wouldn't that mean that you are in control of this dream?"
"Technically speaking, yes."
"Alright, make me do something."
Naruto's eyebrows went up.
"That's not how it works Teme. You're a product of my imagination. A good one too."
By this time the man's patience was wearing thin. He pushed the blonde back out of his space. He rubbed his temple's willing away the headache. This moron was making a headache develop.
"Fine. Believe what you want."
"What's your name?"
"None of your business."
"It is because it's my dream!" the blonde said defensively.
"Idiot…." The man whispered. "Are your dreams always stupid?" The man gave Naruto a serious look.
"Sometimes. Anyway, what's your name? Before I come up with a name for you."
"Fine go ahead."
"Your new name is Teme."
"Very creative, Dobe."
"How are you insulting me! This is my dream…"
"Because you idiot, your not dreaming. Your awake."
"No that's impossible. You look just like the picture of some dead guy hanging in a museum."
The man groaned aloud. Why him? What did he do to deserve this. He silently asked his mother, father and brother for some kind of break.
"If your dreaming you shouldn't be able to feel pain, right?"
"Yea, that's the theory."
"Perfect." The man smacked Naruto upside the head and the blonde cradled his head in as a result.
"Itai! That hurts!"
"You're awake. Things hurt. Get over it." The man stepped around the blonde and toward the cabinet grabbing a plate.
He walked back over and placed the plate on the counter. He walked over to the table grabbing the bread and cut a piece off walking back with the cut bread and place it on the plate. He cut up the tomato and place's the cut tomato on the bread.
Naruto just stared at the stoic man while rubbing his abused head that still had a light throb.
"What year is it?"
"Same year as it was yesterday… same as it will be tomorrow and the rest of the year."
"Humor me." Naruto had begun to pale.
"It's 1914."
Naruto took off and bolted down the stairs. He headed straight for the front door and outside. He was indeed on 253rd street. But it wasn't the same. Naruto's head spun and he felt sick for a whole different reason. Signs hung up, women and men were dressed up. The women in full length dresses and the men in suits and over coats. The street was wet from the night before.
Naruto saw a little monkey running around collecting change from people who clapped at his performance and an organ grinder playing his organs. There was a farmer market at the end of the street and a man on the corner was doing backflips and being applauded.
Naruto turned around and looked at the house. It was the house. Just in perfect condition. The man who'd been in the kitchen came downstairs with alarm evident on his face.
"What's the matter with you?" He exclaimed
"What is your name?" Naruto asked in a panicked tone.
"Sasuke, my name is Sasuke Uchiha. You should get back inside."
Naruto's head spun and he allowed the man to guide him back inside.
'What was going on?' Naruto started to hyperventilate and shake.
He felt Sasuke's arms wrap around him and rub his shoulders.
Naruto slumped into Sasuke's shoulder and passed out again. Sasuke held him in his arms for a bit. He studied the blonde's face.
Sasuke didn't know why, but when the blonde man had ran into him he'd been. He'd looked into Naruto's striking blue eyes and was mesmerized.
He readjusted the blonde in his arm's picking the man back up the stairs and placed him on his bed. He stepped back from the blonde and looked at him. He reached his hand up to his tanned faced sliding his fingertips across the scars on one side. He briefly wondered how he got them.
Sasuke stepped back out of the room and went downstairs to finish his food pondering what he should do with his current occupant.
First he'd have to figure out who he was and if he was sane. If not Sasuke would have to get into contact with the local mental asylum. The man seemed confused as to his whereabouts. Perhaps he was lost. All in due time.
Sasuke took a bite out of the tomato on toast and flipped his bangs onto one side.
He was slightly irritated at the distraction. He'd been having a hard enough time trying to focus in on his work and then this blonde haired blue eyed klutz appeared and damaged his coat. Now Sasuke would have to send it in to have a button sewn back on.
"Tch. Dobe."