Brain Damage
Chapter Eleven

The morning of Uchiha Sasuke's first day back in school began as they all did. At 0600, his alarm clock buzzed him into consciousness, out of a dreamless but pleasantly warm and comfortable sleep, and he had laid there for a minute or so as the noise only seemed to get louder and louder until he sighed and got up. In the past, his inability to grin and bare just waking up had him late to school four or five days a week, an idea that had disgusted his father beyond comprehension. When he purchased an alarm clock, he learned what the snooze button did and abused it to the point where he might as well not have the device, but had eventually remedied that problem as well. Thus now, Sasuke didn't even bother trying to escape the morning; if he wasn't asleep by 10 every night, he would take one of his mother's Ambien. The way he had the previous night.

As he crawled out of bed, slightly hungover from the medicine but not to the point where he'd sleep most of his morning classes away, he grabbed his uniform and filed into the bathroom for the morning shower. The morning shower lasted exactly fifteen minutes every morning, and this one was no different. Shampoo. Soap. Rinse. Conditioner. Soap. Rinse. After the shower came the towels, the hairdryer, the brush, and finally, the actual putting-on of his uniform, which he would usually have to iron, but on this occasion, they were already straight and wrinkle-free. After getting dressed, he'd returned to his room, opened the windows to get some cooler air in because the heat of being cramped up in his hot bathroom was making him sweat unattractively, and at some point another, his hand had made it to the remote and he'd turned on the news. It would be about 0630.

After checking his email, he would proceed to boot and lock his laptop. The school bag would be packed, as would his camera case, which wore like a purse but was not a purse, and the second he got to school would go into his locker. Once he was completely ready to go, he and all of his things would take the elevator downstairs, because the hour was ungodly and too early to walk down four flights. Then would be breakfast. Today was Monday, which meant his parents would already be gone and Itachi was still asleep, and sure enough, such was the case. And, as usual, he made his own breakfast, an omelette and a glass of juice that he ate with a deliberance that was astounding.

At 0640, Sasuke got in his car and drove to school. At 0705, he arrived, ducked in through a side door so as to avoid all of the unnecessary contact taking the main doors would ensure, and by 0708, he was in class with a cup of coffee and a bagel. The same class that began at precisely 0715. In short, Sasuke's morning was very normal. It was around the time that Sasuke was taking his seat that Uzumaki Naruto was even waking up, his own alarm clock broken because of years of systematic abuse, and his mother found him pleasantly asleep a good thirty minutes later than he usual was and persisted to scream bloody fucking murder at him until he crawled out of bed, pulled on his uniform, and got in the car. Because of such, Naruto had no lunch, no breakfast, and stumbled into class with bedhead and bad breath a good thirty minutes late.

But such was normal. It was what he'd been counting on. Just as everyone counted on him to stumble into his seat, open his book, absorb a maximum of three minutes worth of information before putting his head down and almost immediately knocking out into a thick, unbending sleep. That is what he, Sasuke, and everyone had been counting on. Because it was the natural order of things. What Naruto had not counted on, though in retrospect, he probably should have, was what happened upon his stirring back into consciousness.

"I don't want you touching me while we're at school."

Sasuke crossed his arms, his expression with a stern sort of resolute that Naruto almost couldn't recognize, and the blonde had only blinked dumbly for a few seconds as he decoded what Sasuke had just said before letting out a horrified, dignified noise and half screaming - "WHAT THE HELL, WHY NOT." Sasuke seemed to have expected the overreaction because he didn't even blink, only opting to cross his arms and give him a demanding (please stop yelling, you are an idiot) sort of look and letting out a sigh. "Because it is high risk behavior with zero payoff. If my family is made aware of my relationship with you, I will very likely be transferred out of this school and put into a private institution much closer to home."

Naruto's ears seemed to flatten. "What the hell, why."

"My father is homophobic."

"Yeah, I figured, I mean, does he know you're gay-"

Sasuke visibly flinched at the word, and Naruto fell silent.

"...... In a manner of speaking."

"What the hell does that mean-"

"Don't push it." His tone dropped fifty degrees in temperature, and Naruto only stared at him with something like mortification. Sasuke's cheeks were indented slightly, in the way that meant his teeth were gritted together hard enough to chip, and the blonde deflated slightly, nodding. He'd bring it up again later, he was a curious little thing and when it came to Sasuke, anything he didn't already know was considered open season. Sasuke watched him the way one inspects something fragile for cracks before pocketing his hands and turning around and heading back inside. Naruto watched him go for a moment before unclenching his teeth and catching up to him, grabbing his hand and lacing his fingers.

"Teme, if I stopped dryhumping you in school, they'd know shit was going down."

xx

In an international school, students are constantly being recycled. Students' lives typically depend on their parents work schedules; Japan isn't the kind of place people immigrate to because it's an isolationist, insular country that both hates and doesn't understand foreigners. In any given semester, in a classroom of 40, eight will be lost and eight will be replaced. This semester, it was only a loss of seven and a replacement level of six, but another would come, as always. Nobody who attended the school ever really learned to get close to anyone too tightly because they'd been moving between here and there all of their lives. Sasuke and Naruto were rare exceptions to the case (Sasuke had moved to Korea as an infant and returned to Japan at around fifteen, and Naruto had never lived anywhere but California before this), but for the most part, people were not constant.

In art, Sasuke packed up all of his work that had been on display before Naruto got a chance to see it. Or nearly anyone else. He'd not bothered to go to the student exhibition over the summer - he'd A., been busy, and B., even if he'd not been, he'd have bothered - but apparently he placed in photography. Second, so not eligible for any scholarships, but nonetheless, he placed. His portfolio was small, not even half complete, but his photographs were always almost unbearably gigantic. His proofs were 8x11, but the actual finished projects were usually four by six feet, give or take. Which would have normally made taking him home extremely uncomfortable, but he glued his developed products onto several separate pieces of woodboard. Which allowed for several different ways of assembling the photograph in question.

He sighed, dully, as he packed away the last piece of grayscaled blonde hair into a cardboard box, uncapping a waterbottle as Naruto bound in delightedly. His ability to make something out of nothing was unfathomable, if not a little sickening, but as Sasuke watched him, his stomach twisted strangely. He felt calm, just watching him, felt calm and utterly secure the way he had all summer. It was a feeling that spooked him, the same way hearing Naruto refer to him as gay had, and he ducked his head slightly, cringing when the expected "Sasuke!" rung out and the thick arms wrapped around his shoulders. His eyes narrowed and he shrugged him off, not bothering to look him in the eye (or check to make sure Naruto wasn't taking it personally, which he wasn't), grunting a "What do you want?" as he strapped the box closed with plastic tape.

"Your bod. Legit."

He scoffed. "You're an idiot."

"Yeah, well. I have to work today-" This actually made Sasuke blink and look up at him, his dark eyes vocalizing the question in a way his lips refused to, and Naruto lowered his voice a little, out of respect "-at my parent's store, y'know? 'Cuz I tried getting a job at a normal place so we could have outside income, but it turns out I can't get a job or something because my visa doesn't allow it or.. something, I'unno. So I'm gonna be working at their place. I won't really get much spending money out of it or whatever, since we're still trying to pay bills and stuff, but I get all of the tips which is starting to be a lot because my dad cooks awesome and that's the only money my parents can really afford to toss around."

Sasuke's expression softened slightly. He had no idea what being strapped for cash felt like, and he knew that he was lucky. He'd been born into money, had an amount of automatic inheritance when he turned 20, would receive quite a bit when his parents died, and - collectively - would probably never need to work a day in his life, by normal standards. Of course, he was accustomed to living in style, but regardless, Sasuke was very well off. He wanted a job - well, no, Sasuke didn't actually have his own thoughts on the matter, he was going to work for the Uchiha Corp. just like everyone else did, but he assumed he wanted a job and a family just like everyone else. He watched Naruto babble, letting his hands fall into his pockets. "...and so that's all straight 'n shit, but I was thinking, it'd be really cool if you came with after school today." He blinked, shaking out of his daze. "I mean, it's the first day, you can't lie and say you have any real homework. And I totally ran away from my parents this summer to be with you and they kinda wanna know who you are and make sure you're not secretly apeshit and gonna lock me in a freezer or something."

Sasuke gave him a long look.

"... please? You'll love them, they're just like me."

"That sounds awful."

"I had a feeling you'd say that!"

"Why do you sound enthused."

"Because you just did that thing you do and now you look really hot."

He raised a brow. "I would ask if I cared. Yes, I'll come, but I can't stay long." Naruto blinked, not expecting him to just say yes like that, before breaking out into a delighted grin and swooping in for another hug. This one, however, Sasuke avoided, and instead of the slight frame he had grown accustomed to almost constantly touching, he tripped over a box on the floor and nearly bit his tongue straight off landing chin-first onto a desk.

xx

By lunch, Naruto was extremely antsy. When Sasuke had told him no touching in school, despite the concept of it being extremely distressing, he'd managed to convince himself that he could handle it. After all, no touching in school meant no more touching than usual in school, which was a lot of touching. Before they'd 'gotten together' (they were together, right? Sasuke had never technically told him they were. Nor had he ever referred to him as his boyfriend. But that was another story), Naruto spent nearly every day grinding, kissing, sucking, biting, or humping some part of Sasuke. And how Sasuke had managed to put up with it, Naruto could only ration was that he'd apparently wanted it the entire time and was just playing some extreme Asian form of hard to get. Or something, whatever. He wasn't the brightest bulb in the bathroom.

In any case, he'd rationalized to himself that not having to touch Sasuke any more than all time couldn't possibly be hard. In just one day of supposedly not touching him, he'd sucked his neck so hard he'd probably given him a hickey in the two seconds he'd attached to him like a vampire, he'd kissed him five times, all in different places, and managed to bite his cheek once. He'd been aiming for the ear, but Sasuke flipped his shit at the last second and somehow, he'd ended up nipping his face. Still, there was one serious problem with not being allowed to touch him; Sasuke wasn't touching him back. For over a month, they'd been making out all the time. If one were to measure it, they'd pretty much made out every moment they were conscious and not talking, and while Naruto enjoyed talking, his Japanese was terrible (a severely limiting factor), Sasuke's English comprehension was miniscule, and - for that matter - Sasuke wasn't the most talkative little thing.

In short: they made out a lot.

And now, instead of that dreamscape where Sasuke was his wife and they lived on the ocean where he belonged, he was awake again. Back in school, where Sasuke hated him and he was a creepy, sexually aggressive foreigner. Of course, the minute that school was over, Sasuke would be his again, and even if they wouldn't be out in the middle of nowhere with no homophobic parents to constrain them, Sasuke'd still be a lot more accommodating. Or at least, that was what he thought. Nonetheless, by lunch, he was antsy as hell. That, and he had no food. And Hinata hadn't brought him any - not that he was mad at her for it, because Hinata was totally cool and had been nice enough to bring him God knows how many free lunches thusfar - but still. He was in a low mood.

And Sasuke was sitting with his friends. Whose names he'd actually bothered to learn; Juugo, the giant bipolar one who hung out with the kid on the IV. Naruto didn't know what the IV was for; he assumed that it was either a perfectly treatable condition in a rough stage or the exact opposite, a completely untreatable condition in a mellow stage. Karin, the hot one with the glasses who rubbed up on Sasuke almost as much as he did. Naruto was the jealous type, and probably would find her existence extremely irritating if it weren't for the fact that she was really hot. And seeing Sasuke with girls was funny. Then there was Suigetsu, who he only really saw in the Athletic building but came out during lunch. He was.. really weird looking. And Naruto used to live in San Francisco, there wasn't a lot he could even pick up on the radar as weird, but Suigetsu spent so much time in the pool that his body looked constantly pruned up with the exception of his head. It was just. Yeah.

Then there were Sasuke's other friends, who he didn't spend as much time with as Karin, Juugo, and Suigetsu, but could be seen with enough. He wasn't as good with their names, but there was Tayuya, another hot, loud, dominatrix redhead. And then there was Jiroubou, who was monstrously obese, and apparently was a junior league sumo wrestler. IV kid was part of that group. A set of twins. And a black guy who he didn't know personally, but he played mean percussion for the school band.

Naruto himself had settled into his niche. His enemies included vocal homophobes. Which there were plenty of; the vast culture clash throughout the school meant many students of many different backgrounds and beliefs all under the same roof. So there were a lot of people who screamed at him in various languages about how he was damned or something, he only understood English and didn't pick up on the words fag and hell in Japanese for almost three weeks. Aside from that, however, he was how he always was: a social fucking butterfree. Everybody was his friend, even if they blew him off and called him stupid, Naruto had an infectious personality that could even melt frigid bitches like his boyfriendthing. So why Sasuke felt it necessary to keep them a secret, he didn't really understand.

Could his dad really just..

Do that?

He wasn't going to risk it. Which was why, patiently and for the expanse of the day, Naruto kept to his word and didn't touch him any more than usual. And although the amount of contact being initiated very likely wasn't what Sasuke had in mind, it was the best he could do. And he hoped, somewhere in the depths of Sasuke's apparently pitch black and lead reinforced heart, was something like appreciation.

xx

Although his expression wouldn't show it, Sasuke had been counting the seconds until school let out. Class had been exceptionally boring; all of his teachers, despite the classes supposedly being labeled advanced, had let them screw around for the entirety of the period. He'd given the new students tours, which had been almost a highlight considering how dull the day had been, even with Naruto dry humping him every spare second he had. His knuckles were sore from hitting him, a punch that had been aimed at his nose but somehow ended up in his very hard forehead, and he'd been bitter about it for nearly an hour afterwords. Not like the idiot could tell the difference.

When the bell finally did ring, he scooped his things into his bag and slung it over his shoulder, ignoring Naruto's delighted ushers of come on, as if they were somehow going to be late. Sasuke had let it go on for a minute or so before snapping "Naruto, they will not fire you, you are their child. I have to get a few things from the art room so shut up and go wait by the car." The car. Not my car. Not our car. Exactly halfway between mine and ours; the. Naruto let out a piteous noise and Sasuke's eyes narrowed, and the blonde let out a defeated sort of sigh and stalked towards the teacher parking lot. Students with the highest GPA of their class got to park in special spots in the teacher lot, instead of in the student lot where it was impossible to find a good space and there was a fender bender almost every week.

The Uchiha appeared out from a side door some ten minutes later holding three cardboard boxes, and although Naruto's instinct had told him to jump up and help him, the voice in the back of his head said Sasuke would just get pissed for doing it again. Doing It Again means that he's treating him like a girl, and despite how much Sasuke acted like a chick (according to Naruto), he had to remind himself that Sasuke was - in fact - just an insanely bitchy, effeminate guy. Apparently. He pulled the keys out for a moment and popped the trunk, and - not much to Naruto's surprise - its contents were nil, everything perfectly straight as if he'd bought the car yesterday. For a teenager, or, really, for anyone, the concept of a clean car was as foreign as having the kind of money Sasuke had. He dumped the boxes inside with an amount of care and shut the trunk with a hard thud, rounding to the front to start the car when Naruto grabbed his arm.

"Hey."

Sasuke stared at him. "What."

"What do you mean what, kiss me, stupid."

"I'll kiss you when we get there."

"Sasuke, come on, you've been blue ballin' me all day."

"...blue what?"

But that was about the end of Naruto's patience and he dived forward, pulling him close and kissing him with such feverish adoration that it made him dizzy. Sasuke froze in his arms, eyes still open and wildly trying to recall if anyone was around, but the blonde mewled sweetly into his mouth and he sighed, meeting his lips in short little dabs of pressure. "There, get the hell off me."

"Che, you're such a girl."

"I'm not a girl."

Naruto rounded to the passenger's seat, all grins, pulling a CD from his bookbag and tossing it into the back. "I made this for you, teme. It's got all that indie shit you like because nobody else does." Sasuke rolled his eyes, putting the key in the ignition and not bothering to look at the tracklist, instead just popping open the jewelcase and pressing the disk into the player. Naruto watched him, slightly miffed (he was a purist when it came to mixtapes, but Sasuke's car didn't have a cassette player, so a disc would have to be the next best thing. When it came to him, however, a mixtape was an intensely personal gift, and each song took a lot of thought, especially into the order things went into), cracking his neck as they pulled out of the parking lot and the clear sound filled the contained space. And no matter how much Naruto babbled over it, Sasuke was dead silent for nearly the entire drive. He was a purist in an entirely different way; band names and track titles only served to obscure music from what it really was.

(It was a good CD, though.)

xx

The Haight Ashbury (Naruto had decided Store seemed redundant and abbreviated the name even further) hadn't been busy when they arrived, thus Kushina and Minato had been more in their element, rather than in their work element. Which meant when Naruto opened the door, calling out, "Mom, Dad, I'm here!", the two bodies that made themselves present from wherever they'd been prior were looking about the same as they would at home. Meaning, Kushina was wearing a skirt, about twenty necklaces, and nothing else, and Minato was only wearing loose manshorts that left nothing to the imagination. This was entirely normal to Naruto, however, this was not normal to Sasuke, and it only really occured to Naruto that this may be unusual when Kushina stepped out from behind a counter and Sasuke's eyes went as wide as dinner plates.

"... who's yer date?"

Sasuke spun around, in that way people do when they're briskly waiting for the other person to put on some clothes, but Kushina didn't make a move to, only crossing her arms and letting out a laugh. "What a tightass! That's fucking adorable, good lord." She spoke in colloquial English, so Sasuke only understood about two words of it, still staring at the opposite wall and a thick blush starting in at his cheeks. Naruto flung an arm around him and dragged him forward a few feet, spinning him around to face his mother. If he didn't get adjusted to seeing her naked now, then it'd lead only to weird shit later. And it's not like she wasn't hot shit or anything, she was total MILF material and didn't look much older than 26. Neither did his dad, for that matter, who Sasuke hadn't even seen yet in being vehemently distracted by his mom's tits. "Sasuke, Mom. Mom, Sasuke."

"The Sasuke?"

She laughed again, hunching over a few inches to get a good look at him and returning to her weak, heavily accented Japanese. "Hey, kiddo. I'm Kushina, that's Minato. Damn you're just the little cutie, ain'tcha?" She glanced at her son, and then back at Sasuke. "I swear to God, if you were a girl, I'd own your bod so hard you wouldn't know what the fuck hit you." Sasuke's blush extended down to his throat and he pursed his lips, completely unsure of how to react to the situation being presented to him. Every value that had ever been instilled in him said to respect his elders, especially the parents of his (love?) interest. But it was really fucking hard to do that.

"MOTHER, STOP TALKING."

Kushina snorted, ruffling Sasuke's hair. "Use protection."

"Sasuke, don't listen to her, she's high."

He snapped out of his daze. "Protection is good advice. Not that I'll ever sleep with you."

"Oh snap."

"DAD, LOOK WHAT SHE DID."

Minato ducked out from behind the counter, giving Naruto's company a very wide smile and crossing in a few long strides to stand in front of him. Sasuke's first impressions: they were gigantic. Kushina wasn't that much shorter than Minato, who was an inch or so taller than Naruto, who was huge compared to Sasuke. They both had surfer bodies, they both had plenty of tattoos, and in the face, they both looked almost exactly like their child. Minato moreso, but still, Kushina came through. Minato extended his hand, which Sasuke stared blankly at for a moment before recalling the western tradition of shaking hands and offered his own, every one of his knuckles and joints popping loudly as Minato grabbed it and shook it too hard. "It's nice to meet you. We've heard a lot about you."

Sasuke shot Naruto a look. "Good things, I hope."

"Better than you wish to know."

"He moans your name when he's in the shower."

"GODDAMNIT, REALLY MOTHER."

They were interested in him, like he was a new toy model with fancy bells and whistles, and asked him several questions that seemed all too strange. Instead of asking normal things, like what Korea was like, they instead asked what it was like to live in the shadow of a powerhungry dictator with nuclear weapons. They asked him his opinions on environmentalism, drugs, and sexism, instead of, for example, how old he was. But apparently this was completely normal because Naruto didn't give any inclination whatsoever that they were being too personal. And in truth, while the questions in and of themselves were strange, what was even moreso was how forward they were. How overly open and honest they were about everything.

Kushina put a top on at a quarter to five, if you could call it a top, it was more like a tye-dye piece of fabric that she tied over her breasts, effectively squeezing them together to make them look even more obscene and distracting, but in her words "Boobs make money. And since none of you have any, I'm making use of mine." Sasuke had thought the logic was completely idiotic, but it turned out to be true; the only thing that appeared to fascinate a Japanese man more than a white woman was a white woman with big boobs. Sasuke spent the hour he'd agreed to stay sitting on a beanbag, eating the food Minato gave him so long as it wasn't a pastry (apparently, people actually cooked psychoactive drugs into sweet foods and served them to people) and watching things happen. A few students from their school came in, mostly Naruto's friends, who didn't seem entirely surprised to find Kushina so scantily dressed. There were younger couples who came for the food, teenagers who dressed the way Naruto did, and older people who usually wanted to buy the vinyls.

It was... different.

But an hour later, as promised, Sasuke got up to go and Naruto immediately followed him.

"Don't you have a job to do?"

"Yeah."

"..."

"..."

"... and are you going to do it?"

"No, I'm going to go home with you and we're going to make out on your bed."

Sasuke gave him a wary look, rolling his neck so half the joints popped relievingly.

"You're a moron."

xx

Neither Fugaku nor Mikoto were home when Sasuke pulled into the garage. Which essentially meant they would do whatever they wanted, but didn't mean they were. In fact, what it was supposed to mean was that Naruto wouldn't touch him at all until they were safely locked in Sasuke's room, away from any maids that might tell his parents about them. IE: what had happened last time. However, Naruto had a tendency to not take anything Sasuke said seriously. In fact, if Sasuke said 'I will never (insert verb here)', it usually meant, 'I will do that in two or three weeks if you pester me about it enough'. With sex, Naruto wasn't particularly concerned about it; he was perfectly contented to jacking off until Sasuke was ready, even if that meant he never got it tap it. The concept was depressing in and of itself, but he had him, and that's what mattered.

However, as they stepped inside, Naruto rather conveniently forgot the 'don't touch me until we're in my room' rule and wrapped his arms around Sasuke's waist, clamping his mouth on his shoulder and humming a contented noise. Which lasted approximately a half a second or so until Sasuke shrugged him off, teeth grinding together and hands clamped in tight fists. "Are you fucking crazy." Naruto let out a delighted snort, kicking the door shut and throwing his arms around him in delight. "Good fucking lord you are adorable." Sasuke snarled lowly, glancing in both directions (there didn't appear to be anyone around), but shrugging him off nonetheless. "Get off, fatass."

"Only in yours~"

Which, due to loss in translation, Sasuke didn't understand at all, but he acted angry just the same and started up the stairs, leaving the boxes of photographs in his car for another day. He wasn't that tired, and if he cared about the prospect of them suffering heat damage, he might have gone back for them and lugged them into the elevator, but he didn't care. He hated the entire series, hated the prompt he'd drawn at the beginning of the year, and the only piece he did like was safely tucked away in his darkroom, where it belonged. Naruto was talkative as they climbed the stairs, and Sasuke seemed to ease up slightly as it occurred to him how empty the place really was; he couldn't hear anything, including the laundry going or the roar of any vacuum somewhere in the house. Itachi was probably around, but he rarely left his room, to the point Sasuke could sometimes go a good week without seeing him once.

On the fourth floor, when they split off from the staircase and into the hall, Naruto kissed him fiercely, and Sasuke seemed content to allow it, his hands tangling roughly in the blonde's hair, knocking them closer. Initially, Sasuke had kissed him awkwardly, unfamiliar and seeming to not know what to do about the gross difference in their heights, but he'd eventually gotten adjusted to it and to him. Naruto purred into his mouth and wrapped his arms around his waist, backing him up into a wall and resting his knee between his legs. The contact was quiet, quieter than it always felt when they were crushed together like that, Naruto sucking his lips and Sasuke grinding into him harder than he should, everything a heated blur, impossible to comprehend and discern.

".. the hell is that?"

Sasuke's eyes fluttered open as the mouth tore from his, his vision skewed from being too close and on a few seconds delay as he attempted to follow Naruto's eyes. He let out a groan of disgust and shoved him off, yanking his jacket over the fat line of bruises that dusted across his shoulder like stage makeup, glaring at him and grinding his teeth. "Sasuke, what the hell is that."

"I ran into something."

"What, on your shoulder but everywhere else is fine-"

"You must be Naruto."

They both seemed to leap out of their skin, heads turning to the voice's source, faces Naruto could barely recognize but made Sasuke pale. Shisui's hands were in his pockets, paintstained overalls and curly hair tied up at the back, and Itachi was watching them both with an air of penetrating sickness that it struck even Naruto silent. He advanced forward a few steps, black eyes in narrow slits and lips pursed together. "I met you once, I believe." The bottom had dropped out of Sasuke's stomach entirely. Naruto nodded, glaring back at them with all of the intimidation he could possibly muster, and Shisui snickered, turning away from them and popping his knuckles.

"Come with us."

Naruto blinked.

Itachi stared.

xx

OMG WE HAVE HIT 50K. I'm sorry this took forever sandsmnfsdg. I took some time to actually think about where I want to go, plotwise, with this fic. Where it's taking itself. I also wrote 25k of Mind Gardens with my coauthor Lamb, which has been taking a lot of time as well. Youuu should read/review that one. ShiIta with lots of porn = good for your health. And I don't know if you guys noticed, but my scene breaks that used to be-- are now xx's. That's because ffnet SUCKS and will not let me use them. And it hurts my soul a little bit. I can't lie.