Disclaimer: Do you honestly think i'd be here talking to you people, whom I don't even know, If I owned someone as fine as Naruto Uzumaki? Fuck NO. No offense.
Hey guys. How has your waiting been? Yosh! Gomen. I've been trying to make it non-suckish, and i'm not sure I succeeded, but i'm determind to stick with this one and work out kinks. I love this story so far, but I'm sorry this chappie is a little short.
~~~~~Also, I know it might be too much detail, as one of my friends pointed out recently, so I'd like to know your viewpoint. There is a poll on my profile. Vote whether or not you want me to dial down on the detail. You can vote or tell me extensively through your reviweing. Either works for me. Thank you! Please Enjoy.
Plus, I have a warning for you guys.
In the coming chapters, you will laugh, cry, be sad, happy, all the colours of the rainbow, catch a trout, pass your kidney stone, plant a tree, find a lost sock, and maybe even find love...okay. That one was a hope for me. Lol.
YOSH!
LETS GET THIS PARTAY STARTED!
'I'd Come For You' by Nickleback
"Fish...soda...ramen...eggs...porn novel..." Kakashi was shopping.
He strolled the aisles and plucked seemingly random things from the shelves, even picking up a sack of potatoes and weighing it in his fist. He smiled under his mask and puts it in the cart's bottom, humming a strange tune.
"I wonder what I should get Sasuke as food," he murmured as he walked down the frozen food section, a little spring in his step.
"Shopping Shopping Shopping by my self. Shopping by myself! Shopping shopping shopping!"
As he sifted through a trough of 'On-Sale' item, he picked up two cans of peas, examining them before putting them in the cart. Then, shifting the pile, he grabbed a bag of carrots. Closing his eyes as he thought, he sighed and shook his head. While peas couldn't be complained about, many nasty things could be said by the Uchiha boy about carrots. The orange veggie had only one thing going for it. It was orange. His favorite colour.
He put them back and gave up, wandering over to the fruit. Seeing something from his periphial vision, he turned his head. He blinked, and chuckled. There, sitting, as if undecided, was a tray of avacados and tomatoes. Little baskets of cherry tomatoes sat next to it, and he wandered over, selecting three juicy 'Beef Masters' big full-size ones. He bundled them in a plastic bag and nestled them next to his brand new novel.
Glancing at it, he restrained a girlish squeal of excitement.
I can't believe I've loved Yaoi so long and finally get to be in the middle of one!
(A/N: He speaks of course of SasuNaru action! Yatta!)
As he contained his happiness, he thought about the past week and a half. He'd moved in the day the boys had taken the bath, though he wasn't aware of it. Of course neither of the teens would tell 'Hentai'. As Naruto and Iruka sometimes called him. He sighed, 'pfft'ed, and rolled the cart down into the fruits, selecting a few apples and oranges, grabbing a satchel of bananas. Next he went to the bed accessories section and got a fluffy pillow, irritated with Sasuke not letting him have one, just because he'd helped get all of thiers.
Sasuke had asked for his help to get more pillows, because it helped Naruto and Tsunade refused to give them any more. So he'd snuck down to the janitors' room and told the man that Sasuke Uchiha needed ten more pillows for his fetish. The raven had snatched the bundle of soft away and slammed the dorm door on him, face as red hot as an Uchiha's was allowed to be without self-imploding, leaving him to rot outside all night and the next day. Finally he'd begged entry upon threatening to scream about Sasuke's supposed fetish for soft humpable things.
Now he'd been given shopping duties and was actually beginning to enjoy himself. Of course, being the Yaoi Fangirl he was, he'd immediatly caught on to what was going on. Not that he'd said anything.
Fufufufufufufufu...yet.
Naruto was waiting for Sasuke to return from outside the dorm, and winced, as he shifted to get better audio on the fight in the hallway.
The raven had made the mistake of trying to do laundry, a little over twenty minutes ago. A lookout had spotted him,apparently from a fangirl group and sounded, 'The Alarm'. It would seem that his 'groupies' had taken it upon themselves to stage an intervention.
The blonde surpressed a bark of laughter as he remembered his friend's face when he'd opened the door, clothes basket in hand. He'd blinked, and been snatched away, leaving a very befuddled blonde on the couch, and therefore out of the line of view. However, escaping , the raven had lost Naruto's favorite shirt, and despite protestations on the younger teens end, had dove back into the fray to retrieve it.
Shaking his head, Naruto grimaced, noting that he sohuldn't repeat the action. He was mostly healed, but for his ribs and his mentality. He'd only had one fit since Kakashi had arrived, and the silver had just watched, shaking in rage for the blonde and wishing he could help.
Sasuke had held him and soothed him, keeping him firmly grasped until he'd fallen asleep again, it being the middle of the night.
Shuddering and quickly dismissing the thought, he turned his attention span, however short, back to the ruckus outside.
(...Did she just make me say 'ruckus'?)
(I DID...WHAT OF IT BLONDIE? *LIGHTNING FLASHES AND THUNDER ROARS*)
(Meep.)
"Get away from Sasuke, you hags!" Sakura's war cry could be heard from over the loud yells and shouts. "Sasuke! Run!"
Naruto held back a chuckle, and sat up, wincing slightly, his almost-gone wounds troubling him less. As he listened, he could hear a thumping from the next room over, and he stood, leaning against the wall for support, flinching at the pain in his sides. But with several days solid bedrest, he could definitely stand it, and took a few steps, to where he could look at the dorm door.
It felt like an earthquake, and he was wobbling more than usual, making his way over to the big black frame, and peeking through the peephole into the fray.
He grimaced, and gritted his teeth, seeing what was going on. But at the same time had to hold back his laughter at the oddity of it all.
Sasuke was backed into a corner, the orange shirt clenched in his fist, a look of utter desperation on his face, and Sakura was defending him, her special pink boxing gloves on. She had won several tournamets, but the crowd in the hall was huge, and she was being overwhelmed.
Across the hallway, a door was open, and its occupants were shouting and trying to get to Sakura to help. Gaara and Neji were fierce members of the martial arts club and were taking down as many as they could as they tried to get past the virtual sea of people. Ino was in the crowd, pushing towards Sasuke like a rabid dog.
"SASUKE-KUN! DON'T TRY TO RUN FROM OUR LOVE! I KNOW HOW YOU REALLY FEEL!"
"Then go away, you imbecile!" Sakura shouted, and Sasuke nodded firmly behind her, eyes wide as he grimaced. He backed up more, his lithe body smacking gently into the wall. He growled at the closest girl and glared daggers. She swooned, blushing, and charged ahead. He snapped at her, and Neji smashed into her, having just made it into the middle of the battle. Gaara was pushing along behind him, and slid his back up against the chocolate-haired boy's own, smirking coldy.
"Let's do this, baby."
Neji smirked back, and pushed back against the red head, nodding.
"Let's kick some ass!"
A round of teens tried to make it past and got a face-full of fist. Neji's hands were wrapped in brown gauze, and he was going at it like blue on a smurf, whirling around before sidling back up against Gaara. The redhead's pale seafoam eyes were flicking around, and he stuck his hands in his pockets, lifting a foot and letting it hang, as a group came at him.
Naruto watched, amazed and awed, as he delivered a powerful kick directly into the stomach of one of the assailants, knocking her into the far wall with a thud. Neji chuckled darkly, as they went at it, returning to each other's sides after each hit. The red never used his hands, but kept kicking, and the cream-eyed boy whirled and danced around, his slashes and punches flying.
Somewhere along the way, their eyes met, and the message was clear; 'This-is-damn-fun!'
Meanwhile, the raven had recovered enough to start to bettle on his own, but fought with only one hand, the other latched onto the shirt. He was fighting and smacking the girls around, but was getting seriously freaked out by the way they all flocked to him, begging to be hit.
Sakura, ever the anti-fangirl, delivered volley after volley of KOs, fists flying. Her hair was tied back with a black ribbon and her long pink bangs were whipping around her face, the spikes embedded into the tips cutting the people who got too close. Her black undershirt and combat boots were hugging her, as her loose baggy pants breathed and let her move quickly.
"Sasuke! Try to get back to your room!"
Suddenly, the stakeout had turned into an all-out war.
Kakashi whistled as he strolled his cart along to his car, a swish in his hips. He'd found the perfect thing. Not the Sasuke wouldn't absolutey murder him for it, but still. For ten seconds of the face he knew he'd get, it was only too worth it. A sly smirk was on his face, and he pushed the button on the remote, looking around to see where his sedan was.
It beeped in the far corner, and he stared. Blink. He didn't remember walking all that far...
The battle raged on. Naruto had retreated onto the bed, and was on the verge on calling for Tsunade, when Sasuke burst through the door, and a pink head came in as well. Quickly, panicked, the small blonde hid under the bulky covers and pillows, which were like a mountain, on the bed and piled on the carpet around it. He burrowed deeper and heard heavy footsteps, along with the slamming of a door.
"Damn. What a bunch of mindless whores," Sakura's voice echoed through the pantings of the room. Outside his little cave, Naruto could imagine what was going on.
Neji was sitting on the couch, Gaara on the arm of it next to him, and Sakura was glaring at the ceiling, standing next to the fridge. Sasuke was putting the shirt back in the laundry basket, and locking the two deadbolts. Kakashi could figure out something to do until the crap died down outside. He then turned and his eyes settled on the bed, a hard edge to his gaze.
Shit. Why did they have to come in with me? But...what now?
He bit the inside of his cheek, and walked over to the pile of soft on the bed, shifting it until he had cleared a sitting spot. He relaxed on it and sighed. Nothing for it now.
"Yeah," Neji spoke, his deep voice tired and irritated, "Can't they just get a damn life?"
"I agree," the redhead beside him spoke, and nodded solemnly. Sasuke reached deeper into the covers and found Naruto's hand, gripping it comfortingly.
"Hey, Sasuke?" the raven looked up at the pinkette across his room. She had her brows furrowed, and was watching him closely, "What's with the bunker of comfort?"
He scowled, but she didn't relent, and soon all eyes were on him, questioning. He sighed, and the tension leaked from the room quickly. He patted the hand he held, and a silent but blarring question echoed between the kit and the raven.
Can I tell?
The hand tightened and paused, before the covers rustled and the small teen's head poked out, bandages on his cheeks and fear in his cerulean orbs. Sasuke's eyes widened and he let Naruto go, ignoring the exclaimations around the room.
"Naruto? What the-" Sakura began, but stammered to a halt.
"!"
"!"
That was the only response, other than the widening of both pairs of eyes, that it got from the stoic pair on the couch.
He wrapped the covers around himself and scooted closer to the raven, gulping. Sasuke spoke first.
"Naruto has been staying here for the past two weeks or so."
Sakura was the first to recover and stepped forward, "What? Why?"
The raven looked over at the blonde, a question in his face, and the other nodded, but his own plea was carved into it. Sasuke nodded slightly, and turned back to the three people in front of them.
He then told their story. At the description he gave them of how he'd found Naruto, Sakura seemed to lose control of her legs and collapsed with a thud on the ground, eyes wide and filled with tears.
When he was done, Neji's eyes were averted and he was shaking with anger, Gaara matching him. Sakura was sitting there, weeping silently for the blonde, and Naruto had hidden back in the thick pile of blankets. Sasuke got closer and pulled him into a tight hug, the golden hair tickling his chin and cheeks as he held the other.
"Naruto...I.." Sakura mumbled, and stuttered to a halt, lowering her eyes and drooping her pink head, gritting her teeth quietly.
On the couch, the red head and the Hyuuga teen had their fists clenched, but said nothing, not able to look at the blonde directly.
"Sasuke? Guys?" the soft voice immediatly got everyone's attention, and the raven loosened his grip so he could get a clear look at the small nineteen year old he held. Th blonde's eyes were shadowed by his thick gold and he smiled winningly, a bug grin taking over his bruised skin.
"Dobe?"
Taking a quiet but deep breath, he charged ahead, "It's okay now. Sasuke-teme saved me. I'm o-"
Sasuke cut him off, and pulled him closer by a few millimeters, hands clenching on his baggy clothes, "No, Naruto. Don't. Not with them." Not with me.
He reached and gripped Naruto's chin, making him look up. There were huge tears in his blue eyes, and he bit his lip, looking away, his brow furrowed slightly, and he looked determind but ashamed.
"Look at me." the Uchiha's voice was soft but firm, and slowly the sad blue orbs focused on the raven's face once more.
"You don't have to act strong anymore. Baka." Naruto gasped softly, and his own fists wrapped around the other's arms. He buried his face into his best friend's chest and sobbed, his chest heaving with the tears he'd tried to hide.
Sakura observed this, her shaking subsiding, with a certain satisfaction. It was there. She could see it.
As he finally got all the stuff packed into the trunk and back seat, the silver shut the doors and rolled the cart away, not bothering to watch it go...wherever it went. That's another story entirely. Instead, he climbed into his white sedan and buckled up, starting it up and patting the item in the passanger's seat.
He chuckled coldly and backed out of his space, before taking off out of the parking lot.
Sakura kept watching the two, Sasuke rocking his friend in his lap, 'shh'-ing him softly until his was only sitting there in the raven's warm, firm grasp.
Yes. The love was definitely there.
Okay, so Kakashi's shopping trip has yielded a new and mysterious item, and now three more people know about our little blondie. What next?
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