Wiggle Those Hips – You're a School Girl Now
Bevino – summer 2007
Beta'd by Allys777

.:Chapter 11:.
I n Y o u r S l e e p i n g A r m s I H i d e A T r u t h

Naruto slowly opened his eyes as the winter sun shone through the window. Unlike the earlier in the year, not a sound could be heard from the outside world. The only sound that broke the silent morning was Sasuke's soft snoring into his neck.

/'A little space maybe?'

'I'm just keeping us warm, Shizuka…'/

Okay, maybe he had fallen for Sasuke last night. 'Let's keep warm!' Sasuke said. 'Duuuh?' That was how Naruto felt. Naruto scratched his head and tried to blink the sleep out of his eyes. He turned his head to the left and watched as the alarm clock turned to 06:02. It was damn early, but it was a good thing he had woken up when he had. Now he could sneak out to his room, take a shower, and clean off the irritating old make-up that still painted his face.

And maybe…

/'You're spooning me you ass!'

Sasuke chuckled into his neck.

Naruto sighed.

'No hands.'

'No hands…' /

And maybe try to get rid of the erection he was currently suffering from.

Naruto went from scratching his head to rubbing it awkwardly. This was not good. Sure, having Sasuke laying all over him, his left knee pressed into Naruto's aching erection in the most pleasant and nerve wracking way possible, his torso draped over Naruto's and his black hair tickling the Naruto's cheek. Naruto assumed that the scenario could be worse than it already was.

Sasuke could've been awake for starters.

Breathing a little heavier to hide the sighs which wanted to make their way out from his mouth, Naruto tried to crawl out from underneath the beautiful boy on his chest. However, when he did so, Sasuke leaned further into him, heaved a sigh and clasped his hands somewhat around Naruto's neck. Naruto let his eyes wander to the ceiling in a desperate attempt to get some help from the big Guy upstairs. He squinted and wrinkled his nose, trying to move away again.

This time Sasuke moved his knee.

Naruto tried to hold down the moan that forced its way up, but failed. Damn, Sasuke was such a tease when he was sleeping. Naruto had to get back at him somehow.

The third attempt however was a success. He was almost surprised at how easily he slipped away, Sasuke whining at the loss but not waking up (to Naruto's great relief). Naruto found himself sitting on the floor in the black pyjama pants and the white t-shirt he had borrowed from Sasuke (tight-fitting over his still stuffed chest), breathing to cool himself down. He shot the tent in the pants a dirty glare before he heaved himself up. He felt the long hair standing out in every direction, and cursed quietly about how many hours it would take to fix it again.

The he cursed himself for acting like a girl.

Well… too much.

Naruto collected his dress and his shoes from the floor. Of course Sasuke had asked him why he hadn't removed the make-up. But what could he do? 'Sorry Sasuke, but if I do you will probably see my manly features more clearly.'

Right.

Sasuke was right though. It was really uncomfortable to sleep with make-up all over your face. Naruto neatly folded the dress and embraced it, his toes curling at the chilly air on the outside of the blanket and away from Sasuke's warmth: Sasuke who still lay peacefully in his bed, snoring like he had when Naruto woke up. The pale boy slept on his stomach, his bare torso melting together with the white bed clothing and dark locks resting over his light pink cheeks. He looked like a beautiful doll lying there like that, and Naruto couldn't help but reach a hand out to touch him.

The raven moved into his touch, welcoming it. Naruto let his big hand travel to Sasuke's cheek and brushed the stands away. He smiled when he saw the pout forming on the petal soft lips he had claimed the night before. Those lips that had felt oh so good against his in the dim corridor. The same lips that had smirked at him so many times and the same lips that had smiled so beautifully just for Naruto and Naruto alone. Naruto knew that involving himself with Sasuke was probably one of the stupidest ideas he had ever had. But he was in love with the Uchiha and he couldn't deny his heart.

Maybe some day. But not now. Not when Sasuke was his and he was Sasuke's.

But how the hell would he get out of this mess? How the hell could he ever walk away from Sasuke? It was still December; Christmas was in a few days. In six months he would have to leave this school: without Sasuke. Sasuke had one year left, but Naruto had only been given one year. There was no need to ask Asuma for another year. Then he only would be pushing it, and still have to leave Sasuke in the end.

Damn it all.

Naruto sunk down on the bed next to the sleeping Sasuke. He let his tan hand rest on Sasuke's pale naked back, stroking lightly back and forth. He draped the blanket over the sleeping boy and sighed.

Following your heart was one thing.

Doing the only thing you could do was another.

Later that day when Naruto found Chouji along with Shikamaru, Kiba and Hinata on the walkway on their way to the medicine building, Naruto let his knee's hit the ground in a deep apology. He could feel the snow touch his nose, melting where the tip when into it. He could also feel the guilt spread over his cheeks as he closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry for being such a horrible date Chouji! I know I was the worst person in life for just running away like that, and it's not like I can really explain it and I hope you're not all that mad at me because I still really, really, really want to be your friend --"

"Uh… really, Shizuka… it's okay," Chouji tried to say, but the girl on the ground in front of them didn't listen.

"--really, really, really, really, really, really--"

"Shizuka?"

"Oi, stop it," Kiba tried and shot Shikamaru a questioning look. Shikamaru snorted and kicked a lump of snow at Shizuka, making her scream in surprise (it didn't go unnoticed that it was a very manly scream) and sit up, glaring angrily at Shikamaru.

"Shikamaru!" she yelled, offended. "Can't you see I'm apologizing to Chouji for being a crappy date?"

Well, that was what Shikamaru would have heard, if Kiba, Chouji and Hinata, hadn't all yelled at him at the same time, followed by a hard slap on his shoulder from Kiba. Chouji helped Shizuka up form the ground, and she brushed off her snow covered legs and skirt, snorting in Shikamaru's direction, making the lazy boy sigh and dream himself away to a place other than he current one. Shizuka then turned back to Chouji, taking a deep breathe, and continued as if nothing had happened.

"--really, really, really, really, rea--"

"It's okay Shizuka. Really."

"--lly, really bad!" Naruto ended, before looking up at the eye-rolling crowd. Well, Hinata wasn't, cause she was too polite.

"What?"

"It's okay," Kiba said instead of Chouji, who had his mouth full of chips. "We saw you and Mr-don't-poke-on-the-stick-that's-shoved-up-my-ass," Kiba stopped to collect his breath, "and frankly, I think Chouji was just relieved that you left. Otherwise there wouldn't have been any food left at all."

Chouji nodded knowingly together with Naruto, until the blond realized that that had been an insult and smacked Kiba in the head. The dark haired dog-loving boy fell down in the snow headfirst. Hinata yelped as she witnessed her boyfriend going down, but couldn't help but laugh a little when Kiba felt sorry for himself. Naruto had long ago turned back to Chouji, who politely offered him chips from his bag.

"I'm really sorry Chouji," Naruto said truthfully. His turmoil about what he was going to do about Sasuke was one thing, but the feeling he felt towards Chouji was only guilt. Okay, they had agreed to go to the ball as friends, but that alone was still not a reason to bail on the chubby boy.

"It's really okay," Chouji answered.

"Chouji met a girl."

Naruto turned to the long forgotten Shikamaru who had awakened from his daydreams.

"What?"

Turning back to Chouji, Naruto watched how his already pink cheeks turned red. He smirked and nudged him in his side.

"A girl huh?"

Chouji's blush turned even redder and he stuffed his mouth full of chips to get away from answering that. Naruto smiled, and Kiba (who had thanks to Hinata had made his way up again) snorted.

"What about Uchiha? Did he get a taste of one of Nanohara's famous moves maybe?" he asked as Hinata continued brushing away snow from his brown hair.

Naruto could however see that she was looking at him from the corner of her eyes, and he assumed that even she was interested.

Now when he thought about, most of the conservations around them had stopped.

'Must be my imagination,' he thought.

"Well, not exactly…" he started.

His thoughts wandered to the kiss last night, and how happy he and his heart had been at the moment. Most of all he wanted to crawl under the blanket in Sasuke's room and sleep the rest of the year away with him, tightly pressed against each other.

"Wyou wanth hwaff (You want what)?"

"Dude, woman, whatever - - - You really kissed him?"

"Shi-shizuka, I th-thoguht you hated Mr. Uchiha!"

"Really?"

"I said that out loud?" Naruto groaned when everyone was finished. Great. Awesome. This was embarrassing. He tried to hide his face in his hands, but he couldn't escape the questions.

"Yes, we kissed," Naruto sighed at their expressions, "and yes, I liked it."

"I…we…spend the night together..," he mumbled towards the ground.

If they hadn't been in the middle of the school yard when Naruto said those fateful words, Kiba would have howled to the sky, Shikamaru would have dropped his chin, Chouji would have dropped his bag of chips and Hinata would have taken on a shocked expression that clearly wasn't that far away from falling down on the ground to "rest her eyes". However, they weren't alone. And before anything of the above could even start, two high pitched screams shooting through the whole surrounding area and probably reaching all the way to the closest city were heard.

"You DIDN'T!"

"LIAR!"

Two girls approached the group of people. Sakura and her blonde friend gritted their teeth as they came closer, the blonde girl reaching both her arms out to push Naruto. Naruto, who was both surprised and unprepared, fell down into the snow on his butt. The two girls hovered above him, both of them leaning forward. Sakura looked ready to spit in his face, which made him flinch backwards and hold an arm in front of him anticipating an attack.

"Don't you dare to tell lies like that again," Sakura sneered, and the second before her friend was to say something, Kiba went in the way.

"Oh just shut up. Just because Uchiha doesn't want either of you ugly bitches," he said (which maybe wasn't the smartest thing to say when he thought about it).

Sakura opened her mouth to tell Kiba to fuck off, but her friend beat her to it.

"Ha! Have you seen her face? You actually think that our Sasuke would want anyone who looks like that!?"

Kiba shut up and Naruto gave him an angry glare as the dog-boy actually had the nerve to take an appraising glance at 'Shizuka'. Naruto saw him swallow and turn back, but Hinata had already entered the argument.

"I don't think Mr Uch-uchiha actually cares about that," she stuttered like she always did.

This made her the new object of their interest, and they turned angrily toward her, their fists clenching at their sides. Saying something like you had slept with the Uchiha Sasuke was probably something you should avoid, at least in the presence of his fan-club's most committed members – Haruno Sakura and Yamanaka Ino. Naruto had talked about Sasuke with Sakura during their lessons together, and he had realised that the pink haired girl had a disturbing crush on him ever since - ever, and still did. Just saying that you had passed him in a corridor with no one else around was dangerous enough.

"You shut up you little whore!" Sakura said, which rivalled Kiba's idiocy. Telling Hinata that she was a whore riled up Shikamaru and Chouji, who had acted passive since the crazy chicks arrived, both of who were quick to show off their muscles (which really weren't that many, neither of them being too keen on moving around all the time). Not to mention that Kiba looked ready to kill and had also begun to approach the now worried girls, and Naruto realised that something probably had to be done.

Before Shikamaru, Chouji or Kiba had time to throw themselves at Sakura and Ino, Naruto heaved himself up from the ground and grabbed a hold of their collars – Kiba and Shikamaru in his left hand and Chouji in his right – and threw them backwards. All three of them fell in the snow (Kiba for the second time that day) under high protest, but Naruto had already moved on. He placed his hands on the two girls thin shoulders, as he had done to so many criminals in his days, leaned between their faces and whispered in their ears:

"Whether I'm sleeping with Sasuke or not, is none of your business. Whether Sasuke prefers a girl like me instead of you is your problem. Got it?"

His grip tightened on their shoulders, making their breath hitch in their throats. Sakura stood perfectly still, while Ino nodded uncertainly. Naruto smirked as he let them go, only to see their retreating backs. He had not seen the last of them, oh no. Girls like that didn't give up a boy like Sasuke without more of a fight, but at least they were gone for now. He turned back to his friends, Hinata still a little pale, but hiding a smile behind her back, and the three brunets standing and brushing the snow off their bodies.

"Even though I have to say that I am impressed with how you scared the shit out of two billionaires like that, Shizuka," Kiba said with a wrinkle between his eyes, "I think you attacked us more than you had to."

When Sasuke woke up he noticed two things. The first thing was that it was past one o'clock in the afternoon, and he had missed half of his classes. In order to get ready, he would actually miss the third out of four as well, and seeing it like that, and considering the cosiness of the bed, the perfect temperature under the blanket, and the perfect feeling of fresh bed-clothing against his naked chest, he really didn't see any point in leaving his room at all today. The warm feeling that still lingered in his chest from the night before made him feel out of it, and he would be more than happy to just lie here for the rest of the day.

This however took him to the second thing that hit him in the same amount of minutes. The reason why his heart felt as good as it did at the moment, had left the building (well, as far as Sasuke knew she had only left the room and the bed, but he thought things came out clearer by thinking that she had left the building: something she in fact had done, but Sasuke wasn't aware of that). For a second, Sasuke was almost sure that the night before (and what a night indeed) had only been a dream. To think that he had actually gotten to kiss Shizuka, and that she had kissed him back was almost enough to blow his mind. And the memory of her back against his front as they slept in the same bed, next to each other, seemed almost too good to hope for.

Sasuke sat up in bed and cleared his throat. Damn. He hadn't slept this long since… ever. Maybe the months of worrying had taken their toll on him, but this was close to ridiculous. He hoped that neither Neji nor Sai had come to see him this morning. If they had, he would never live this down. Oversleeping was not a word that had a place in an Uchiha's dictionary, and it wasn't to be refreshed now.

He let his hand travel over the place where Shizuka's body should have been lying. He wondered if it had been a dream or reality. It wasn't exactly a thing you could just ask someone, 'Excuse me, but did you sleep with me last night?'

Ugh.

Sasuke rubbed his eyes and let his head fall down on one of his pillows. He breathed in, and smelt the faint scent of something foreign. He sniffed closer, enjoying the smell. A pale hand met the pillow, touching two blonde hairs resting on it. Sasuke smiled and threw the blanket over him again, snuggling down deeper into the pillow.

Realising beautiful dreams were real.

Amazing.

Okay, he had told Chouji how sorry he had been. He had also asked them about what he was going to do about Sasuke. The latter one had been a real failure. Naruto didn't even wanted to think about the shameful propositions that Kiba and Shikamaru had heaved out their mouths, and it had only become worse when Temari had joined the group in the library. But all of them had agreed, that even though Sasuke was one of the greatest bastards in the universe, he still was Mr. Right for Shizuka.

Naruto didn't know whether he should take that as a good or a bad thing.

And he was damned to know that dating the Uchiha did bring trouble. If you've ever imagined dating a rock star or a world famous actor, but on a slightly lesser scale (such as a school) you would probably get the idea. Naruto was almost amazed (almost, cause he was so damn tired of it already) how fast one small rumour could travel. Apparently, someone had seen Shizuka follow Sasuke out of the ball. And a friend of a friend of a friend had seen dear sweet Shizuka sneak out of Sasuke's room a little too early this morning. People were actually interested enough that they made questioning him their business, and actually waited for him in every doorway.

Naruto sighed and rubbed his temples, gathering the last of his willpower (and power at all, if he had to say so himself) and knocked on the door in front of him. When no one opened it or answered, he pushed the large door open and stepped inside. The warm feeling of something that somewhat resembled a home hit him like a warm spring breeze. The light walls and the golden curtains looked inviting and comfortable. The opened windows chilly air was warmed by the radiators beneath them, which were practically steaming. The desk in front of the windows and the smaller one that was placed along a side wall both stood empty. The owner of the big desk however stood in front of him. Instead of being clothed in her normal green suit, the principal wore a more comfortable outfit (lounging pants and a big T-shirt), and in her hand she held a cup of steaming hot tea. Her blonde hair was hanging freely over her shoulders, and resting on her bosom. Naruto smiled at the bigger woman as she smiled back.

"What do you want, brat?" she asked in a nice tone. Naruto let his eyelids fall closed and approached her, letting his face fall down on her warm breasts as he embraced her, resting his body on her warm soft one. Womanly arms travelled over his back and hugged him back, and he cuddled closer into her chest.

"I've fallen in love hag."

"Oh my dear sweet brat."

Naruto didn't know what had made him go to Tsunade's of all places. Maybe it was the fact that she was one of the very few people who knew who he really was, because with her, he wouldn't have to put up an act. Maybe because when he was with her, buried in her chest, he felt like he was being embraced by the mother he had never had.

And that was true. Tsunade was the first woman in his life he felt that he could lean on for support. When he had been living with Asuma, he hadn't lived together with his wife yet (of course at that time, they hadn't been married, only shared a child together). Asuma's wife, Kurenai had and probably still did love him. But he knew very well that she had her own life and her own child, and he wouldn't want to infer with that.

Tsunade was someone he could rely on, lean on and cry on. Every time he saw her across the yard or walking down a random corridor, he took in her smile like his skin took in the sun on a summer's day. Every time they talked to each during the past few months, whether it had just been bickering or something really important (like how to dress right, how to comb your hair for the ball, how to act like a girl to trick the Mafia and the school, notes passed from Asuma – which weren't that often), he still felt like Naruto, Uzumaki Naruto and not bloody fucking Nanohara Shizuka.

Being Shizuka was like being a thief pretending to be a princess. Being Shizuka scared the shit out of him, as well as made him hate himself for doing so. Naruto didn't want anyone to know how bad he really felt about being Shizuka. If he did, if he told Asuma that this beat the shit out of him, Asuma would call the whole thing off. Naruto's last chance to get the smallest touch on the normal life of a teenager would be blown up, burning his fingertips off.

But laying in his bed every night, the sweat poured down his body when he got lost in himself. Laying in an expensive bed like that made him terrified, he would break something soon and be sent home, he would not act good enough and be sent home, and on and on and on.

The thing was, Naruto didn't know if he really wanted stay at this school after all. If he wanted, he could just tell Tsunade that he wanted to go home, become an unofficial police officer again and forget it all. He would leave Sasuke as he was now, maybe still sleeping sweetly in his bed, with only the vague memory of a girl named Shizuka like something from his childhood in the back of his head. Sasuke wouldn't know what was going on, but maybe, maybe that was what would be the best, for the both of them. If Naruto continued to see the Uchiha, he would someday have to tell him the truth (hiding a cock for all your married life would be hard – as hard as something else). And what would that get them? To tell your love that you are a man? To tell someone that all this time you've been lying your butt off? Sasuke – anyone – would hate someone – Naruto – after that.

"Are you going to run away?"

'Was he going to run away? Stick his tail between his legs and crawl under the bed? Leave without so much as a backwards wave?'

Tsunade's hand that stroked his hair as he lay with his head in her lap on the couch made his eyes heavy. The soft pulling at the strands at the back of his neck making him hum in satisfaction. He snuggled closer into her lap as sleep overtook him, his soft snoring filling the otherwise silent room.

A hidden door in one of the office walls opened, and Jiraiya stepped inside. With his greyish eyes he watched Naruto's chest heave and fall as he lay in Tsunade's lap, who was stroking him like a cat. He gathered his hair and pulled it through a hair tie, settling his white hair out of his way. Jiraiya offered Tsunade another cup of tea and sat down on the low table in front of them. Tsunade gave him a smile and for once didn't argue with him or anything (Jiraiya was pretty sure that was because of the sleeping boy in her lap).

"The brat's in love," she said after a while.

Jiraiya was always amazed how kind and calm a woman like Tsunade could sometimes sound, and decided to take it easy himself.

"That's troublesome," he said as quietly. "What is he going to do?"

Tsunade shook her head as an answer.

"I don't know," she said after some minutes in silence again, stroking Naruto's back. "He's so confused. And scared."

This time it was Jiraiya's turn to nod.

"I would be scared too."

"You're scared of everything old man," Tsunade said with an amused teasing tone to her voice. Jiraiya muttered something Tsunade asked him to repeat, but the old man held his tongue. Who knew if this was going to be the day she cut it out?

Hag.

"He looks like you, when you where young."

The sentence was said after another one of those long silences, a comfortable one.

"He's got your spiky hair."

" Aa, but he's got the blond from you," Jiraiya told her.

The colour of his own hair had since long disappeared from him, so long ago in fact most people had forgot what it had been. Maybe it always had been white.

"He's probably as stubborn as you too."

Tsunade smirked.

"I pray to god he isn't a pervert like you," she said which made Jiraiya snort. Of course the boy was a pervert. That had gone from father to son in several generations.

"And Arashi's blue eyes."

Being like this, like the small family they were, was enough. Even though Naruto didn't know everything, he still seemed to know who the people he belonged to were. The brat falling in love wasn't that terrifying, he would make it. He would understand it himself someday and the two of them would be there for him.

"That Asuma."

"Yeah."

The silence filled the room for one last long time, the two elderly people floating away in old memories. The curtains blew up in the wind that entered the room, and no one saw the smile that graced the blond boy's lips.

Sasuke hadn't really looked for Shizuka. Suddenly she just stood outside his door, her hand raised, as she was about to knock. Sasuke had beaten her to it, by opening the door about a second before. Maybe he had known she was out there, maybe fate (as Neji would have put it) played with them. Either way she was there and he was there, looking at each other from either side of the threshold.

"Good morning," Shizuka said with a look at his clothes.

It was almost eight in the evening, but Sasuke hadn't moved from his room. If he had, everyone would have seen a smile on his face. He would probably have been nice (Sasuke made an disgusted face at the thought) and… welcoming to people. He couldn't and wouldn't risk his reputation. He had done some schoolwork, finished some papers, chased a teasing Neji and Sai out of his room as the first thing they had noticed was Shizuka's smell (Sasuke didn't want to know how the hell they knew how she smelled so well), and spend the rest of his time dreaming, dreaming, dreaming about Shizuka. Now she stood in front of him, shuffling uncertainly as she stood, he gaze set over his left shoulder.

"Good evening," Sasuke answered.

She wrinkled her nose and looked around. Some students were hanging around in the corridor, but no one was paying attention to them (at least not visibly). Sasuke guessed a billionaire (as the poor bastards in the other dorms called them) was more classy than that.

"I've been thinking Sasuke…"

"Must have smelled burnt, did you fry your brains?"

"…and maybe we can try…"

"Something I intended to do after our kiss last night (the sentence made Shizuka cough embarrassingly)"

"…but…"

Sasuke tilted his head the same way Shizuka did, unintentionally copying her move.

"But?"

Shizuka sighed and finally looked directly into his eyes with her amazingly blue ocean-like eyes.

"But we need take it slow."

"For your brain to keep up?"

"For my brain to keep up," Shizuka confirmed, before she realised the insult and smacked him in his head.

Sasuke snickered and offered her to come into his room, and just as she was about to, she was stopped by two familiar voices.

"Don't you dare you little bitch!" Sakura said, her turn to push Naruto away that day.

This time however, Naruto was prepared and stood still (as if Sakura had tried to push down a tree), and she was the one to stumble back instead. Sasuke followed her with his eyes in a bored expression.

"You know, Kiba defended Hinata when they called her a whore," Naruto told Sasuke knowingly.

"Seeing as you wrestled me down last night, I think you stand a better chance against them," Sasuke admitted and rubbed one of his arms with the other.

Naruto smirked at him and bent down and took from his lips what Sasuke gladly offered him.

The two complaining girl became quiet as the kiss grew more heated in front of their eyes, leaving them with their mouths open.

Sasuke shifted uncomfortably (he didn't like the idea of kissing in front of someone else), something Naruto felt and let him go.

Sakura and Ino stumbled backwards, eyes as big as saucers, before they ran away.

Naruto chuckled and went to his room, only to come back with an extra blanket. Sasuke raised his eyebrows as he walked into his room, encouraging Naruto to follow him.

Naruto smiled and held the blanket in front of Sasuke, before draping it over his shoulders as he stood still in the corridor.

"You are awfully clingy when you sleep you know," he said, which made Sasuke mumble something and look away, a light blush suddenly covering his cheeks. He got the finger over Sasuke's shoulder in return, which entertained Naruto.

"Seen anything more of your brother," he asked.

Sasuke shook his head. Truth was, he hadn't given his brother a thought all day, he didn't know whether that should make him relieved or worried. Naruto nodded.

"Who do you think he was looking for?"

Sasuke shrugged his shoulders and motioned for Naruto to come inside his room. Naruto didn't move more than to rock back and forth slightly where he stood.

"Don't know," Sasuke answered. "Does it matter?"

"Come on, don't tell me that you don't care," Naruto said.

By the look of Sasuke's face, Naruto understood that the young raven actually did care, after all.

"What does he do?"

"What does he what?"

"Like… for work," Naruto asked.

Sasuke turned away to fold some papers on his desk, and Naruto finally decided to enter the room. Just as he placed a foot on the other side of the threshold, Sasuke answered.

"I don't know," the raven said slowly. "I think… I think he's in some kind of way involved with the Mafia."

Naruto suddenly stopped.

"Just looking for someone, little brother. Not for you though."

Itachi's words echoed in his mind.

Naruto pulled the blanket tighter around him.

The Mafia huh?

"Problems?" Sasuke asked, a hint of worry in his voice as he looked over his shoulder at Naruto who seemed stuck in the doorway.

"No," Naruto cracked out. "No," he said again, after clearing his throat, and walking all the way inside Sasuke's room toward the waiting Uchiha, closing the door behind himself.

"Not at all."

To Be Continued