Orenji
ツWhen an Uchiha speaks, you listen. When an Uchiha offers their hand in friendship, you take it. When an Uchiha wants something, they will have it. So why does his foolish blonde dobe of a neighbour refuse him time and time again? The only logical answer - The boy must be crazy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing in the Naruto Universe.

A/N: For those who find it hard to grasp what the actual plot is about, read the extended summary, but before that, Fasten your Seat-belts, lean back and get comfortable, and remember to always keep yourself hydrated with a drink nearby!

Extended Summary:

Prologue

Sasuke Uchiha is an eight year old boy, and antisocial loner, living a life of boredom with riches, a better-knowing brother and a father who is never home. One day new neighbours move in next to them and Sasuke decides to make his blonde neighbour his very first friend. However Naruto Uzumaki has something to say about that because he does not want any friends. Angered by his refusal Sasuke starts spying on the blonde and he quickly learns that his shy-looking, timid blonde dobe of a neighbour has many secrets to keep. Why does Naruto not go to school? Why is he always so pale? And is his snake-like bankrobber-guardian as evil as he looks or does it have something to do with Naruto's four-legged imaginary friend?

After the prologue - Spoiler!

The raven-haired Uchiha is in for more than he can handle, when he despite all odds manages to make friends with his dobe, but it all ends when Naruto mysteriously disappears, and only Sasuke remembers who Naruto is. Eight years later, the latest hot model Sasuke finds himself still thinking of the boy, until one day Naruto reappears. Too bad for Sasuke though, because Naruto has forgotten who he is. What is wrong with Naruto?

Overall Warnings: Smut, Yaoi, AU, Controlling!Sasuke, Demon!Naruto, Timeskip, Past lives and thousand year old fox demons. Memory lapses of Naruto's past life in the Ninja-verse. Don't read if you have a short attention span, the story is long and contains underlying plots, so turn around if you can't handle something different from a typical highschool story/Naruto-Sasuke gets famous story/Nonsense romance with lemons each chapter story, because this isn't one of those and that isn't the main focus. There will be romance, lots of it.

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Orenji
Ch. 1
- Mission Orange

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His brother was looking for him.

If only Itachi had not been the control freak that he was, Sasuke might have had enough understanding to indulge and not make his brother look bad in front of their father and the Harunos, but as it so would happen, after being woken up to the sound of a kunai impaling his bed poster, he was in not in one of the most empathetic moods after all.

So he ran all he could as if his life depended on it. Luck was on his side when he found the back-door in the servants' quarters had not been locked, therefore allowing a smooth escape by easily slipping outside into the endless garden that included a near infinite amount of Sasuke's favourite hideouts for occasions such as these. The mansion had been built in two tiers and the garden encased the building perfectly, his routes to freedom were endless. As he snuck along the cool shade the bushes provided he cast a quick glance back at the building, unwillingly being drawn to the second floor. All Sasuke knew was the first tier because his father and Itachi had sealed the second floor off leaving Sasuke as the odd one out with all their secret rooms. His older brother had always had a secretive side to him, which annoyed Sasuke to no end, because it didn't just amount to secret activities, he had to make everything into a fucking riddle, no clear responses to the things he wanted to know ever came from his brother's mouth, instead all he got useless words that held only one purpose - to confuse.

Make no mistake, Sasuke was smart.

No actually, Sasuke was a secret genius. He had long ago figured out what Itachi and their father kept hidden upstairs. In those secret rooms were invaluable, nostalgic artefacts from a time long passed. These relics that has belonged to the Uchiha clan, through thousands years of generations, were the proof of his family's lineage. The Uchiha family had once been a great, esteemed Clan holding both political and military power equal to the feudal lords of their time. Although a child, Sasuke understood the importance of these relics and why his father kept them hidden. He had great respect for the history tied to it all, but what he couldn't accept was that Itachi was allowed to be a part of it and he was not.

Sasuke loved the tales of their ancestors more than Itachi and also possessed an adventurous side to him, that was why Sasuke used to borrow Itachi's possessions and dig them down in the garden, where-after he would draw a nice colourful treasure map that he could neatly place on Itachi's pillow. His older brother had laughed it off, and gone on treasure hunts with Sasuke as his trusty but mischievous guide, who were leading them safely through the dangers of the sandbox-desert and life-threatening wildlife in the vast rain-forest - which was really just some rows of strawberries and bamboo, but not to Sasuke and Itachi.

In the recent years though, Itachi had problems with his imagination, he could no longer seem to make much sense of Sasuke's drawings. Not long after, his father had given his brother the room on second floor, where Sasuke couldn't go to snatch anymore of Itachi's belongings, and the treasure hunts stopped and the secrets began.

Itachi was only five years older than Sasuke but now it felt like an age difference of fifteen years instead of five. His brother had begun to understand the basics of their business and often joined their father in meetings and conferences. Of course Sasuke wasn't the least bit jealous of his brother's prowess or position though, since Sasuke himself had no interest in becoming his father's slave in order to take over Uchiha Corp. What did annoy him though was how Itachi with his high standards had left scarce room for Sasuke to ever challenge him in anything, his brother was simply too perfect at everything he did, so much so that Sasuke could only be seen as useless in comparison. He was unnecessary because he wasn't the famous prodigy son, which Fugagku's business partners would try to marry their daughters off to in order to get into Fugaku's good graces. Part of him enjoyed being the black sheep, however his pride told him he could do better, but did he not need his father's acceptance. Sasuke didn't need anybody.

Aside from being a genius Sasuke was still only eight years old, and there were still things he stubbornly allowed himself to not understand, mostly the tiresome, dull and samey things of course. At any rate his family treated him like an idiot anyway, so why not act the role of one?

So that's what he did. How could Itachi expect him, an idiot, to understand why he should humour Sakura Haruno, simply to please her parents. Sakura was irritating and could be downright creepy, at least whenever she was near him. In all honesty the youngest Uchiha didn't really like to socialise despite the amount of calls his family got for play dates and parties. The death of his mother had left him changed, he didn't seem to mourn that much but his pain showed in his need for solitude and silence. Sasuke wasn't like other children, he had never talked much to begin with, but these days he seemed to live in his mind habitually.

Swift and nimble, Sasuke eyed a wooden tool-shed facing the fence to the neighbouring garden. There were some stacked boxes near its left side. He pushed the restacked boxes carefully, aligning them to make small steps like a steep staircase and climbed to the shed's roof where he threw himself down flat. Willing his breathing to calm, he forced a few deep inhalations before scouting the vivid surroundings from his hiding spot.

"Sasuke!" His brother called, but Sasuke covered his ears and laid there still as a mouse, no one seeing him would have imagined how loudly his heart was currently pounding in his chest. "You can't keep doing this, father will have problems with the Harunos if you ignore Sakura like this."

Forcing himself to calm down he tried to clear his mind, but without luck. He shuddered at the thought of the pink haired girl who had only minutes prior, touched his hand. That disgusting girl had touched him with her sweaty hands; he couldn't imagine anything more disgusting than that girl and her creepy eyes that would just stare at him non-stop. Sasuke did a quick roll and could now face the neighbour's garden whilst Itachi searched for him in vain, and vain it definitely was, because Sasuke had found something to focus his attentions on.

Next door, a big lorry was rumbling as it noisily backed up into a narrow parking spot in the overgrown garden, and the fact that the driver didn't utterly squash several of the wild-growing plants in the process was a feat by itself. The raven had no recollection of any neighbours ever previously living there, and he had always been praised for his photographic memory and pervasive eye for detail. They hadn't had any neighbours for years, Sasuke was sure. He looked over the smaller villa that could be regarded as out of place mainly because it was right beside his own much bigger home. The two houses next to each was like day and night, and he remembered that his father had complained about that house still being in the neighbourhood, - during the neighbourhood get-togethers - more than a few times.

An oxford blue car followed behind and parked behind the lorry, and the car door was opened to reveal a man in a black, white-striped suit with a stiff posture. The man looked like a poisonous snake, with his shoulder length silver hair in a tight slick ponytail with bangs framing a pale face along with those slit-like creepy eyes, and he was carrying a briefcase full of deadly weapons of all sorts – what else could he have there after all? - Maybe he was an evil bank robber.

Sasuke wondered if he should tell his big brother about their new evil neighbours, but quickly discarded that idea as he reminded himself of why he was hiding in the first place. Besides, Itachi would just get in the way, so Sasuke concluded that that it would much easier to do it himself. He was just as capable as Itachi and he would prove so by spying on their new neighbours and revealing their true nature. Sasuke squashed the strange bubbly excitement that had stirred inside him efficiently and steeled himself for the focused at the task at hand as the man opened the backseat door and hauled out a blonde boy, who didn't look too keen on being here from the way he resisted the pull.

The little boy looked slightly shorter and thinner than himself, the youngest Uchiha noted as he briefly glanced at his own pale skin to compare it better to the little blonde's brilliant sun kissed body. The other boy was only clad in a pair of horribly orange knickers and a plain white t-shirt with blue sandals, such simple clothing, just like that poor boy in class who smelled like dogs. The Uchiha huffed annoyed, deciding that the boy – Orange, yes he would call him Orange – was ugly. Not just because he was poor and probably - definitely - smelled like dirt but also because he looked so docile and timid, what a dobe.

Sasuke hated seeing pathetic and submissive children like these, who felt so irritatingly sorry for themselves, he had enough of those sheep in his class and they had no real personality whatsoever. All they could do was bah-bah all day and follow their leader mindlessly. Only problem was that this so-called leader happened to be whoever could yell the loudest, someone like that Sakura girl. Now, all that would be fine if her and the other sheep would just leave him the heck alone. Like that was ever going to happen, but it wasn't Sasuke's fault that no one else in school looked as good as him. That, and his family's money, most of them had yet to understand the power of money though.

Orange looked nervous and was hugging a soft red, worn-out toy animal so hard that the filling in it was pushed towards the plushie's head. Sasuke scowled, identifying the toy as a fox. Never had Sasuke himself ever relied on stuffed animals for comfort, it was too childish - but this scared kid might need all the comfort he could get.

It all annoyed Sasuke so much that he wished he could just expunge that air of hopelessness expression off of Orange with a good solid punch, but upon further thought, it would probably not go as planned, a crying Orange would be just as pathetic. After his initiate annoyance had calmed he changed his mind again, when his dark eyes locked on the blonde's eyes of the most brilliant azure blue. No, perhaps those eyes were more like sapphires after all - they were sparkling so fiercely with life-force and a strong unbendable will - so pretty. Orange's body language was submissive still but Sasuke could see it was a cover. Little Orange was no pushover. Perhaps this blonde boy was a bit appealing after all.

Mr. Snake walked up to the lorry where a moving man and his partner had just stepped out and started talking heatedly whilst waving his arms with that infuriated look Sasuke's father would get when a servant had displeased him. Was Mr. Snake concerned about how the strangers would manhandle his precious possessions? Sasuke gulped as he thought of the bombs, and explosives that might be hidden away there. In movies bombs were always sensitive to sudden impacts, heat and friction. Itachi said movies were over exaggerating and Sasuke prayed that his brother was right.

Meanwhile the dangerous goods were unloaded slowly, and carefully, Orange peeked around curiously and eyed the weedy garden with grass easily reaching his shoulders. The boy waded right through the high grass clumsily, to get a better look around. There was an apple tree with a swing near the fence that ran parallel with the Uchihas lot.

Sasuke had unconsciously leaned a bit over the edge of the roof to get a better look at the boy standing not so far from him now, so he had to grip onto the edge of the roof to keep enough balance to not fall down into the neighbour's garden and possibly, right down on the will-growing bed of flowers that made up the entirety of Orange's lawn.

The blonde heard a sound and quickly glanced up at the shed facing their fence and unkempt bushes. There was nothing to see, except a couple of fingers, desperately clinging onto the roof for dear life, but before the boy could ask who was there, his guardian had called him.

"Boy, get in! We have work to do!" The snake rasped angrily. "Don't think you get to slack off and be lazy just because of yesterday..."

Sasuke's brows furrowed in confusion at the way his new neighbour spoke to his son. What kind of father was he? He admitted his father could be strict and sometimes unbearable but he always showed a certain level of respect for his family at least. Did that mean the snake wasn't Orange's father? Then where were the boy's real parents if not here with him?

Sasuke stiffened as he felt a hand encircle his ankle, announcing the presence of a certain someone. "Sasuke… the Harunos have left. I think it's time for you to get down." Itachi said, in his usual manner of speaking, neither angry nor happy. His brother knew him too well. "And Sasuke... Father wants to see you in the dojo."

That couldn't be good, the raven thought. So annoying.

He cast a last glance at the blonde's dejected frame walking hastily towards the shabby villa's ragged porch to follow Mr Snake who glared at him from the doorway. Then he jumped down the stack of boxes to join his brother.

"I found something interesting, 'tachi." The small raven declared with an unusual display of excitement, earning a chuckle from his stone-faced brother. What could have possibly made his antisocial little brother so excited, when the boy clearly preferred seclusion to human company?

"Have you made a friend?" Itachi asked softly.

"Yes, but we have not had the chance to speak yet, he just moved in." Sasuke shared, confidently. Like a true Uchiha. That Orange would be his.
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The wooden chopsticks were pushed to the side after Sasuke set his bowl down, silently letting his family know he was done with breakfast. Now if just his father was extraordinarily busy today, he could easily...

"Sasuke."

...Leave the table.

"Whoever taught you that one bowl of rice is sufficient nutrition for a growing child? Tell me the name of the servant so I can see to it that they are fired." His father spoke quietly in his usual steely tone, his eyes void of emotion. His youngest son's recent behaviour had started to become somewhat of a bad habit. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, Sasuke only had one portion and then he excused himself to leave. Normally the stoic Uchiha never bothered to reprimand the boy on etiquette but these days, his son had changed, and a change he didn't know origin of, wasn't welcome.

Sasuke felt himself grown smaller under his fathers eagle eyes, and stood still unsure of what to say.

"Please don't blame the servants father, I'm sure Sasuke's lack of appetite is a temporarily thing." His brother spoke up, to save the day.

Sasuke regained his composure and quickly cemented his brothers words. "It must be the summer heat, father. I hardly feel hungry." The smaller boy's obsidian eyes, glinted with an impatience befitting of the child he was, he knew then that his lie had worked once again. "Can I go now?"

Fugaku would let it go once more. Seldom had he seen his son this enthusiastic about something since his mother had passed away. "Ok, but be back by noon."

The youngest Uchiha nodded and left in a hurry to get back to his mission.

Outside the weather was sunny and the air exceptionally humid. He had a feeling that today was the day to execute his plan. He dug through his secret path into the large bush and stopped up when he heard a childish giggle from the weed garden. Over the past few weeks Sasuke had found himself out in the garden again, and again, trying to catch a glimpse of his blonde neighbour, but the child hadn't left the house yet, except for when he had to get the mail. But today was different, the car was gone meaning his guardian was out robbing banks. The Raven felt a bit sorry for the banks, but quickly dismissed the feeling when the blonde came into view.

Orange giggled as he crawled into a bush near the fence that separated the gardens. A spot of orange poked out, revealing his barely concealed neighbour, who was not just terrible at Hide and Seek but also way too loud to not be found, so who was he playing with anyways? Sasuke had not seen any other kids around.

Narrowed dark eyes watched attentively as the blonde fell out of the bush with a loud thump before rolling around on the ground in fits of laughter. It had almost looked like something had pushed the boy, but Sasuke did not get to ponder further as the boy sat up smiling at a grassy spot and started talking to the air.

"Kurama is too fast for me!" The blonde complained but the brilliant smile never left his twinkling azure eyes as laid down in the grass near the fence.

Kurama? Sasuke raised an eyebrow as realisation dawned on him. His poor neighbour had become so lonely that he had created a fantasy friend. The raven-haired Uchiha found that he pitied the blonde a bit. His hiding spot was getting uncomfortable so he carefully shifted to and took a deep breath as the winds changed, bringing along a strong whiff of flowers he didn't know the name of.

"It is sad we must cut the grass." The child commented to his invisible companion. "I like it better long and there are a lot of wild growing flowers here."

The blonde sighed almost looking tired but the next second the boy promptly pointed at the sky with a wide grin." Ohhhhh! Kurama! Kurama! See that cloud! It looks kind of like you!"

Sasuke looked at the sky and couldn't make out any cloud that looked the least bit human, all there was seemed to be a smaller cloud strangely formed like some four legged animal with sharp ears and a distorted looking tail, or perhaps many tails? Was the boy trying to communicate with some dead pet of his?

"One tail? No no, that is definitely multiple tails!" The child exclaimed loudly before stretching his lithe body, Sasuke knew now for sure, he was taller than his neighbour, and smirked to himself, feeling like he had won some competition. The blonde was wearing the same pair of bright orange shorts and loose white t-shirt as the first time Sasuke had seen him, leaving his arms, legs and feet exposed to the sharp sun. The child's skin was so tan though, so Sasuke doubted the other would have to use sunscreen whenever he went out like Sasuke was forced to by an overprotective brother.

"I wish I was like you." The boy pouted, giving a displeased look. "I want to grow up fast, so we don't have to live with Kabuto anymore."

Sasuke noted the name down in his mind and linked it with the snake man who seemed to be the boy's distant relative or guardian rather than his brother or parent.

The blonde boy turned to look at the empty spot of grass next to him and stroked the air with a small chubby hand.

"This girl told me that gingers have no soul." The blonde teased the invisible person, and indirectly let Sasuke know that his friend was a redhead. "But I still wish I looked more like you, so… feel special Kurama!" He announced happily with that pure bright smile, once again changing his face.

"What? I don't know, some kids just say dumb things like that, I know you have a soul silly!" The blonde assured the invisible friend, but his expression soon changed to one of concentration as he looked around the garden as if searching for something, before looking back at the grass. "Where?"

It took a moment for Sasuke to register what was going on as, bright azure eyes fixated on him, or at least the spot in the bushed where he was currently residing. The blonde kid had seen him.

"Hello! Who is there?" The blonde knew then that he had startled whatever creature was hiding inside the bush because the thing instinctively crawled back towards the fence causing the bush to rustle and swish.

Apparently not willing to let Sasuke get away the blonde darted into the bush with full force and accidentally managed to knock the other boy out on the ground. The boy looked surprised as he felt the warm cushion beneath him shift and groan in pain, before two small but strong hands pushed him off brutally. The Raven glared as the blonde stared at him wide-eyed, showing no sign of anger on his goofy face. Perhaps the boy was too awestruck at seeing him - just like the other kids – to form any comprehensive thoug-. "Why were you hiding in the bushes?" Scratch that. So damn, straightforward.

Sasuke ignored Orange and stood up to dust himself off, and felt a stinging in his side where a branch had stabbed him, when the blonde goof had landed on top of him.

"Hey, I was talking to you…" The other boy pouted not yet showing any sign of enmity.

"It's none of your concern Ora-Dobe." Sasuke mumbled, not willing to use his nickname for the boy after all. That seemed to spark the blonde's anger, but the boy closed his eyes and mumbled something to his left side, and calmed himself enough to not get physical. Something about this boy told Sasuke that ruffling his feathers was more than easy, and that irrational anger that could spark from seemingly nothing entertained the raven immensely, he hadn't felt so good in a long time, and all because of his crazy new neighbour.

"Dobe? Who do you think you are, you don't even know me, and you hide in our bushes, that makes it MY concern, stupid teme." The blonde yelled, his sapphire eyes more dazzling than ever with their fierce blue shine looking at him. Yes, he liked to have the boy's undivided attention, Sasuke smirked amusedly, he would keep calling the blonde a dobe, given the nice reaction it provided. He now had the other boy in the palm of his hand.

"I came because I heard a retard yelling at himself. Who are you talking with anyways, Dobe? Some imaginary friend?" Sasuke retorted back not willing to back down and admit that he had been spying. He couldn't let his cover be blown. Uchihas as a past ninja clan shouldn't have to explain their actions, and especially not to dobe-y blondes. Somehow though he felt like he had been too harsh this time, but it just wasn't in his nature to be nice.

"Don't insult Kurama, he is not imaginary, he is real!" Orange growled, looking ready to hit the other boy. "And my name isn't dobe you bastard teme! It is Naruto!"

Sasuke's porcelain face remained inexpressive, whilst his inner self, analysed and saved all the information about the boy he could. Now he had a name for the boy. Naruto. Personality traits? Easily excitable, dramatic, simple-minded, and fiercely loyal – because he defended and fully believed in his imaginary friend. And he knew... Naruto wanted a friend. A real friend. Sasuke was about to make him one lucky dobe.

"Hn, I see. My name is Sasuke Uchiha, I will allow you to be my friend from now on. So stop talking to air already."

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Itachi opened his eyes.

Tiles covered the dark arched ceiling and upon the tiles were painted with cloudlike patterns of red and black outlined thinly by white. His eyes, dwelled in the darkness of the room, and the pain seemed to almost disappear.

The room was only very dimply lit at one end, but the light was not strong enough to dispel the shadows that clung to his bed, like a protective shroud. Footsteps came from the long hall outside, notifying him about the presence of the doctor. He counted the steps it took the small man to get from the staircase to his room, and felt the change in the dancing light as a figure appeared in the doorway.

"Fugaku called me this morning, asking me to come and do our regular check-up." The man finally said. "If you don't mind?"

"Come in." Itachi said, feeling exhausted and tired already, but he willed himself to sit up on the edge of the bed.

The man pulled a small chair over to the bed and placed it in front of his patient, before taking his seat and putting the bag on his right side. As the man flicked on the bed lamp, Itachi winced and his eyes instantly burned like they had been lid on fire. The man used his thumb to lift the eye lid up further to get a better look.

After a minute of excruciating pain between the man's hmm and mhh's, the doctor finally released his lid, and Itachi instantly closed his eyes.

"No improvement, I'm afraid." The man stated matter-of-factly.

"I understand." The older Uchiha brother muttered and put on a pair of round shades and so he could rest his eyes. "How much longer…? Surgery is out of the question."

"It is hard to say, it all depends on so many factors-"

"..." Itachi wasn't in the mood for these talks anymore. His eyes were failing on him and all he wanted was a general idea of how much time he had.

"One month, perhaps 3 weeks, give or take." The doctor finally said. "I'll let your father know."

The doctor got up and left, but as he did, they both heard a door banging like a wild donkey was on the loose somewhere downstairs.

Slam.

"Sasuke…" Itachi mumbled as he heard another banging noise.

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Several doors in the house were being slammed. The servants looked confused and unsure of what to do in this situation, but upon seeing young master Itachi, they sighed in relief. Few people could talk reason into the youngest Uchiha, but Itachi could.

After a few hours Itachi had managed to drag Sasuke out for lunch, but the smaller Uchiha scowled whilst stiffly stabbing the untouched food on his plate.

Sasuke growled angrily, imagining some person he hated being the omelette on his plate, as he stabbed and twisted the fork extra hard, making that chilling, ear-splitting noise, that even had Sasuke shivering. Itachi was giving him that look again. The I-will-just-stare-till-you-spill-all-your-secrets stare. A few minutes went by in silence, Sasuke couldn't give his brother such an easy victory.

"Your birthday is coming up." Itachi said out of nowhere. Sasuke stopped stabbing the same piece of omelette for a few seconds, before going back to killing his food.

Sasuke didn't like celebrating things like birthdays. Even worse was his own birthday, it was awkward and forced and he simply didn't want to go through the hassle of talking with a bunch of strangers. But his brother knew how he felt about this so why did he comment on it? Sometimes Itachi could almost read his mind. Like now.

"My point being, that instead of hosting a party we could invite your new friend over for the weekend."

The silverware made a clinging noise as it fell on the plate.

"He is not my friend." Sasuke's eyes burned with anger.

"Did the two of you fight?"

"…no"

"Some people are different from…Sakura and the others who naturally take a liking to you." Itachi started. "But those people are also the ones who are worth the trouble."

Sasuke would have listened under normal circumstances but the blonde really got to him, he had never experienced such anger over rejection. How dared he to reject Sasuke! And whilst laughing with those blue eyes, that Sasuke liked. The dobe had thought it was a joke and laughed at him. The blonde had told him that all he needed was this Kurama. Kurama this, Kurama that. Naruto was picking a mere imaginary friend over Sasuke? Preposterous. He could still see those blue eyes in his mind suddenly looking at him with guilt when he had realised that Sasuke was not kidding.

"I do not want any friends, stupid teme."

Was this Naruto worth the trouble? Itachi said he was. Sasuke sighed; there was only so and so much disappointment a child could handle in one day. He would rather just forget about his idiotic neighbour, who was probably no fun at all to play with anyway. The blonde was merely the new thing that he couldn't win over by name and appearance alone. Naruto was too expressive for Sasuke's liking anyways. And those whisker marks on his face, they weren't even cute or anything, even worse was that fool's ridiculous smile that reached his bright warm eyes. Why was he so happy with being alone anyways?

What had Sasuke been thinking trying to befriend this rude, boisterous blonde dobe…

Sasuke hadn't been thinking at all, clearly. Just like now when all he saw was that blonde's puzzled face when he had first seen Sasuke in the bushes.

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TBC

Edited on 7/20/2015