Chapter 4

Sasuke looked up from his notebook to see his boyfriend burst into the room, followed by Iruka, carrying the immense, orange bag. It was not in Sasuke's nature to smile; however this was a moment when he would have done, had he not been the cold hearted emotionless Uchiha survivor that he was. His smile would not however have lasted for long as Naruto hurtled across the room, and pulled him into a life threateningly enthusiastic embrace. Iruka, who was watching from the doorway, could have sworn that Sasuke's usual mask of polite indifference was momentarily replaced with a look of pure terror.

"SASUKE!!!" Naruto yelled happily.

"…uughhheleghh…"

Sasuke seemed to be having difficulty breathing, so Naruto let go, concerned. Sasuke tried to get his breath back.

"..Sorry, I got a bit carried away, are you ok?"

"…I… think so… ", Sasuke was still breathing heavily. "…Hi Naruto, Hello Iruka."

Iruka dumped the bag on the floor. Sasuke stared at it, surprised.

"Naruto, what the hell is in that thing; it must be bigger than you. You only had some clothes and school books when you left, I helped you pack."

"Um… Its mostly pot ramen actually. I got quite a lot."

Iruka smiled. "Naruto, you got more than quite a lot. I don't think there's a word to describe the magnitude of what you have brought with you. Trust me, I carried that stuff upstairs."

"Surely even you can't eat that much. " Sasuke said.

"I can. I can eat anything, believe it!"

"I'm not sure that's a good thing Naruto." Iruka replied, "Anyway, I had better get going, there's a staff meeting in twenty minutes and I need to take my bag to the teacher's block. I'll see you tomorrow, bye little bro."

"Bye big bro."

"Good bye Iruka sensei."

The door closed behind him, leaving the two boys alone in their shared dorm. Sakura would not arrive until tomorrow, the only people in school being those who were related to teachers or those who had not gone home for the holidays.

"You have no idea how boring school is over the holidays without you. You had better have enjoyed yourself in Spain, because my holiday was shitty. I just had to sit in here drawing for the whole time. I like drawing, but there is a limit. I must have finished about five chapters, but they all blur into one after two weeks of non-stop manga-ifying without you to annoy me in-between. And the plot isn't very good."

"You always say the plot isn't good, and it always is." Said Naruto sitting on Sasuke's bed and picking up the notebook in which he had been working. "One day you will get them published and sell millions of copies all over the world."

"Oh yeah…" Sasuke continued sarcastically, sitting next to him on the bed, "And we'll both be rich and famous and live in a big mansion and you would do nothing but stay in bed all day with me and we'd both go out to parties and everyone would be like "Hey! that's Sasuke and his uber cute boyfriend Naruto, they're like sooooo amazing".

"Imagine that though, everyone reading "Naruto" and getting excited every week when a new chapter comes out. It will be so cool, everyone reading about us guy's being ninjas and beating up that lot from Akatsuki high. If it does though, can you edit out the bits with my sexy no jutsu though; I mean that would just be embarrassing."

"Nope that bit would definitely stay in. I like the idea of you wearing a skirt."

"Oi!" Naruto said indignantly. "You're the uke."

"In your dreams dobe."

"You are. You've got longer hair, and you're prettier."

"I'm not sure I like the idea of being pretty."

"Well you are, whether you like it or not. Believe it!"

"Really…?" Sasuke said sarcastically, pushing Naruto onto the bed and kissing him. Naruto tried in vain to gain control of the kiss, but failed as always.

They did not often get time alone together like this, and Sasuke was going to make the most of a rare opportunity. It was a good job Sakura wasn't due back until tomorrow.