[note]: I don't own any of the Naruto boys and I'm stating that fact at the get-go, so you can't sue me.
[warning]: Shonen-ai; don't read it if you don't like that kind of stuff.
[extended summary]: A challenge ficlet -- Naruto thoughts while he's held by Sasuke in shuriken form for a fleeting moment as part of an elaborate plan to take down Zabuza. Brackets contain the direct text from the English volume of Naruto (Vol. 2, #14, p. 139-141)
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"toss"
by lolita
It surprises me.
The strength of his grip, so tight I want to wiggle out of it.
Hey! Sasuke! Loosen up a little!
No, wait.
Don't…
Don't let go…
[So that's what Naruto's got in mind.]
I didn't think, expect, know I'd ever think that. Ever.
Sure, I've thought about Sasuke a little. Thought about his hands. How soft they look, how deadly they have to be. How precise.
I never expected him to ever touch me again.
Better enjoy it while it lasts, Naruto.
Dobe.
[Excellent. Lots better than I expected.]
We tumble through the dust and I try not to cough, to give us away.
Who'd have thought an inanimate object could breath? Draw in dust and boy-musk and sweat into lungs that shouldn't exist.
Oh gods, he smells disgustingly delicious.
[Demon Wind Shuriken!!! Windmill of Shadows!!]
He pauses, too quick to notice really. I notice, though. I especially notice the way his fingers touch my metal-soul-skin.
Linger...
Caress?
Then we fly and I'm away.
Wanting to retch as I spin farther and farther from a moment I know didn't happen.
Couldn't have happened.
Sasuke hates me.
Right?
.end.