Shibby: Eee, I am so sorry for making you guys wait so long for this!

Naughty Naruto: *Nods* She truly is.

Sassy Sasuke: Rawr.

Shibby:…rawr?

Sassy Sasuke: That's right, bitch, I said rawr! You got a problem wid' it?!

Shibby: Uh…no…

Sassy Sasuke: Good! Then I be hittin' it, now! Naruto, Baby, get ovah here to your pimp!

Naughty Naruto: Yessir! *Prances over*

Shibby:….wtf…that doesn't usually happen, you see…well, let's just move onto the fic. I gots me some muses to bitch!slap. Lemme just do the disclaimer…

Shibarania doesn't own Naruto or any of it's characters. She does, however, own a Konoha leaf headband. And she is very proud of that.





On Your Knees
By Shibarania





Sunday





Damn. Damn damn damn. Damn!

Naruto could feel the blood burning in his ears, stomach squirming in anxiety and slight panic. Each step he took drew him nearer and nearer to the living hell that was Sasuke's house. His palms were slick with sweat and it was becoming difficult to keep a good grip on the bag.

It was like God was having a grand old time with his misery, because before he knew it, he was standing at the front door.

Not a word passed between the two as Sasuke fished in his pocket for his keys, nor when he unlocked the door with a satisfying click. Only when they were both inside did Sasuke turn around to face Naruto.

"As long as you are here you will address me as 'master', and nothing else. You will do everything I say without argument or otherwise face the consequences. Understood?"

"Yes." Naruto said somewhat sulkily, turning his gaze away defiantly to the side. Sasuke arched a brow at him.

"Yes…?"

Naruto's jaw clenched visibly, as did his fist. "Yes…master.."

"I'll show you to your room," he said and turned, his feet making hardly a sound on the hardwood floors. Naruto followed, eyes twitching to-and-fro, trying to get a good look at Sasuke's house; he noted that no where were there any good hiding places. He also discovered that the house smelled like Sasuke.

They stopped at an open door that lead to a relatively fair-sized room; it only seemed bigger because there was hardly a thing in it. The walls were painted a soft blue, and there was nothing but a small twin-bed, a bedside table, and a window to decorate it.

Naruto, who had been inspecting the room with a scrutinizing stare, let out a grunt as something was shoved into his arms. He looked down into his arms to see a neatly folded white article of clothing. It wasn't exactly identifiable right now, but it was definitely clothing.

"That is what you are to wear while you're here." Sasuke's voice caught his attention, and he looked up at the other boy. He was slightly surprised to see Sasuke's eyes faintly burning with some unidentifiable emotion, something akin to hunger. Naruto glared at him one last time before walking into his new room and promptly slammed the door in the other boy's face.

"Tell me how it fits. I'll be in the living room." Came Sasuke's calm voice. Naruto made a hideous face at the door, before turning away from it and tossing his bag onto the bed. He dropped the 'uniform' on the bed as well, before walking over to the window.

Shit. I should have known. The window was locked with a key lock. Grumbling, he turned away from the window and tugged off his jacket, reaching for the uniform at a less-than-eager pace.



Sasuke sat on his couch, leg crossed neatly in indian style and an almost bored look on his face. Then, silently, he began to mouth the words, "Five…four…three...two…one…"

"SAAASUUUKEEEE!"

Right on time. The Uchiha smirked. He didn't even bother to turn around when he heard the rhythmic pounding of stomping feet, or when he heard the second shriek of rage.

"Sasuke, you piece of shit, what the hell is this?!"

It was hard to cover his amusement up, for he had guessed that Naruto wouldn't have liked the uniform, but he managed to conceal his mirth. Slowly Sasuke turned around, his face blank and void of emotion. Upon seeing Naruto, however, his jaw dropped.

Naruto was indeed wearing part of his mandatory outfit, but only part. It was a white kimono, cut extremely short, with thin red lines bordering the edges. Normally there would be an obi to tie the kimono up, but the blond seemed to have completely forgotten that part and thus the front was gaping open, revealing almost every inch of his lithe body. The only thing that wasn't revealed was, well, the thing, as Naruto was wearing a pair of white briefs.

Sasuke gaped, eyes unnaturally wide, and a light blush staining his cheeks as he stared. He quickly regained his composure, however, when Naruto started to fidget uncomfortably under the intense gaze.

"It's your uniform." Sasuke stated bluntly, willing the flush in his cheeks to go away.

"There is no way in hell I am wearing this!" Naruto yelled at him, crossing his arms over his exposed chest. Sasuke's gaze hardened, and he stood up from his seat on the couch, walking swiftly over to the other boy. Naruto, despite his will, felt himself shrinking under the icy stare.

"Are you backing out on the deal, Naruto?" Sasuke said softly, and the blond felt a lump rise in his throat. Still, Naruto kept his defiant glare up. Sasuke frowned slightly.

"I thought it was your ninja way to never go back on your word." The dark-haired boy said, smirked as Naruto's leer faultered noticeably. Lowering his gaze slightly, the blond let out an exhasperated sigh before turning and storming off to his room.



Naruto tugged self-consciously at the bottom of the kimono, trying desperately to cover up more skin. The outfit revealed almost half of his thighs and had a gaping V-neck, and it clung almost uncomfortably to every slant and curve of his hips. As if the mere skimpiness of the kimono itself wasn't fruity enough, the obi was a massive crimson bow to match the red outlines of the actual outfit. Part of him didn't want to even leave the room but the other half of him wanted to walk out there, swinging his hips like a hooker and lay some sugar on Big Daddy.

Needless to say, that half of him scared the living shit out of Naruto.

Sighing to himself, Naruto decided to just get it over with and exited the room, hands swinging slightly at his sides, almost hidden within the bell-like sleeves of the kimono. He padded softly towards the living room again, plucking at the edge of the outfit one last, availess time.

He was somewhat surprised at all to see Sasuke standing in the threshold to the living room, leaning casually on the doorway. An unbelievably cute pout tugged at his lips when Sasuke smirked.

"Does it fit?" Sasuke asked. Naruto shrugged, averting his gaze. Sasuke cocked a brow at the blonde's uncharacteristic shyness. "Looks like it fits to me." The Uchiha said lowly. Naruto gasped slightly and his eyes widened, a light blush stealing across his cheeks. He turned his head quickly, reflexively, to meet Sasuke' gaze. Breifly, oh, so briefly, he caught a glimpse of something in the other boy's eyes, but it was gone before he could make head or tails of it.

Willing the blush to disappear, Naruto puffed his cheeks in defiance at the taller boy. Sasuke's smirk returned, before he turned and began to walk off.

"Come, slave. I have your first task for you." Sasuke said, emphasizing the word 'slave' just to piss Naruto off (and succeeding). Less than eagerly, the blond followed Sasuke.

Sasuke led Naruto to the bathroom; something that cause a little flutter of panic to jolt in his gut. What was Sasuke going to make him do...?

"You are to clean the tub, slave." Sasuke said, turning around. Naruto almost sighed in relief, but held it in. "The cleaning supplies are under the sink." The taller boy jabbed his thumb at the cabinet under said sink. "I want to be able to see my reflection in that tub, got it?" Sasuke said, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"Yes, master." Naruto hissed, sarcasm oozing off of his words like slime. He turned to get the cleaning supplies, ignoring Sasuke, who loomed over him like some sort of stupid, bastardized, ugly, stuck-up, heartless...looming thing.

Sasuke watched as Naruto squatted down to open the cabinet, his eyes trailing lower to stare at the prominent rump the kimono stretched so tightly over. He blushed when Naruto sifted through the cabinet, reaching for the tub cleaner, the fabric hitching up his thighs even more. He quickly averted his gaze when Naruto stood up again, Scrubbing Bubbles and squeedgie at hand.

Sasuke turned to leave, calling over his shoulder, "I expect it to be done in time for my midday bath." And thus, he departed, shutting the door behind him.

Naruto didn't move for a while, he mere stood glued to his spot, listening intently as Sasuke's footsteps grew softer and more distant. Only when he absolutely could not hear any remote sound of footsteps did Naruto move, snarling at the closed door.

What a bastard! Naruto thought acidly, stomping his way towards the tub. He regarded the bathtub with some hesitancy, looking it over skeptically. It's probably crawling with Sasuke-cooties. He thought with disgust. Nevertheless, he squatted down next to the tub, shaking the cleaner.

I can't believe he's making me do something so...so...disgusting! Naruto though as he sprayed a thin layer of Scrubbing Bubbles in the bottom of the tub. I mean, what kind of retard takes a 'midday bath' anyway?! Naruto scrubbed furiously at the tub, little flecks of the soapy cleaner flying this way and that from his violent attempts.

"Why does this stupid tub have to be so damn big?" Naruto grumbled to himself, straining and reaching as far as he could to scrub at the other side of the tub. Unconsiously, he placed a hand in the base of the tub to balance himself, and let out a cry of shock when he slipped, the porcealin slick with soap. In a great show of shinobi grace, Naruto's chin crashed into the bottom of the bathtub.

Hissing in pain and in anger at his own stupidity, the blond gingerly sat up again, rubbing sorely at his abused chin. He was beyond shocked that the base of his skull hadn't shattered at the impact, nor had any of his teeth cracked or fallen out. He tested his jaw, slowly opening and closing his mouth, wincing at the faint ache. After a few more minutes of checking for injuries, Naruto resumed his scrubbing. He was careful not to place his hand in the tub again.

I am so going to kick Sasuke's ass once this week is over. Naruto thought. He reached for the cold water knob, turning it one and letting the tub fill slightly. He sloshed the water around with the squeedgie, washing the soap off, before unplugging the tub and letting the water drain. Just to be sure all the soap was gone, Naruto repeated the process.

No sooner had the tub drained did Naruto hear Sasuke's voice.

"All done?" Naruto leered briefly at the white tiles that lined the wall beyond, the tub, before turning and responding.

"Ye-" Naruto abruptly stopped in his reply, jaw dropping and eyes bugging upon seeing Sasuke. The taller boy was practically naked, save for a rather small towel wrapped around his waist. Naruto couldn't help but stare at the pale, ivory skin, at the taught, muscles stomach, at the-

Agh, stop it, this is Sasuke you're staring at, Naruto! Stop it! Stopstopstop! Tearing his eyes away Naruto instead focused on the wall next to the inhuman sex-god that stood before him.

"Um, uh, yeh," the blond coughed, clearing his throat and cursing at the hot blush in his cheeks and at the high, unbelievably girlish tone his voice had taken on. "Yes." He finally managed to squeak out.

Sasuke smirked broadly. He honestly had expected Naruto to freak out and scream at Sasuke for being a pervert or something, but he had to say that this reaction was much better. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, slave." Sasuke said in a tone that was quite opposite to how he felt.

Naruto faced Sasuke, staring at his master's face with an expression of mixed hatred and humiliation.

Don't look down, don't look down, don't look dow-agh, God dammit, I looked at his crotch! Naruto's eyes had darted downwards to, despite his will, briefly stare at the other teen's almost nude body. Quick as it had happened, the blonde's gaze had lifted quickly upwards again.

The other boy decided to ignore Naruto's horribly obvious staring, and asked in an icy tone, "Now, I'm going to ask you again; are you finished?"

Staring defiantly up at Sasuke, Naruto responded firmly, "Yes."

Sasuke nodded. "Good, then you are dismissed. Your lunch is in the kitchen." He emphasized his point by waving his hand in a shooing gesture. Naruto obeyed, leaving the other boy to bathe in peace, with one departing thought.

Shit, I looked at his crotch again!



Naruto took his time in walking to the kitchen, letting his eyes wander across the various trinkets that adorned the other boy's house. It didn't surprise him to see a bookshelf packed to the point of explosion with books in the living room.

I have to admit, the boy does read a lot. He thought as he examined the bulging bookshelf. Absent-mindedly, he ran his fingers across the spines of random selections, sometimes reading the titles, but mostly just out of curiosity. He stopped at a particular book, a blond brow quirking in mild disbelief.

"Hello, what's this?" he muttered, plucking the book away from the others, rereading the title. Still the same; Midsummer's Kiss was its name. Naruto thumbed absently through the book, stopping occasionally to read a sentence or two, the grin on his face growing by each second. The book definitely fell under the genre of 'romance', judging by its contents.

I didn't know this kind of stuff was Sasuke's thing! The blond thought with glee. A prolonged rumbling sound and a squirming sensation in his stomach reminded Naruto that lunch was waiting. Storing the information into the Stuff to Blackmail Sasuke With section of his brain, the boy pushed the book back into what he guessed was the place it had been and hurried to the kitchen.

The sight that greeted him wasn't exactly a feast, but nor was it meager; a bowl of plain white rice, accompanied by a plate of fried fish was his meal, along with a semi-tall glass of water. Naruto pondered for a second as to why Sasuke hadn't made him, the slave, do the cooking, but then smirked. Sasuke would have known better than to let Naruto into his perfectly sanitary kitchen with the order to cook something. By the time Naruto had 'cooked something' the kitchen would have been in the deepest of deep despairs.

Shrugging, Naruto plopped down in a chair, wincing as the cold surface chilled his partially naked thighs, and began to eat with gusto. Not a moment too soon, the blond boy heard the approach of none other than Sasuke himself just as he finished eating.

"Ready for your next task?" Naruto heard the other boy ask, before he turned around and muttered a yes. Sasuke was obviously showerfresh (or bathfresh in this case), for his hair was still damp and stuck slightly to the back of his neck. This was the first time that Naruto had seen the boy without the trademark spikey hair, and he had to admit he rather liked that change.

…did I just think that? No. No I didn't. I absolutely one-hundred percent did not. Naruto thought.

Sasuke nodded, before saying, "Good. Follow me, then." The blond complied, treading lightly after the other boy, absently plucking at the bottom of his short kimono.

After a moment of walking, Naruto found himself outside in what he assumed was Sasuke's backyard. He himself had an apartment, and therefore was not blessed with such a luxury. A cool, early-fall breeze drifted by, stirring the somewhat heavy film of leaves that dusted the ground and causing Naruto to shiver slightly.

Suddenly, a stick was shoved into Naruto's grasp—no, not a stick, a rake. He glanced at Sasuke in confusion.

"Your next assignment is to rake the leaves, Naruto." Sasuke said, matter-of-factly. Naruto hesitated briefly, before sighing and obeying his master's order. He stepped from the small concrete patio onto the cool green grass, smiling faintly as the plant tickled his feet. He quickly abolished the smile and set his features into a dark scowl when he realized Sasuke was watching him.

That sadistic weirdo has decided to watch me suffer? He thought with anger. He set his fury aside (with some deal of difficulty), however, when he heard Sasuke cough in a way of saying 'hurry up'. He settled for a pout and began to rake the leaves.

The dark-haired adolescent say down in a plastic lawnchair to watch the other boy work, smirking in amusement as Naruto all but stabbed the leaves to shreds. He never lifted his gaze as Naruto raked his way from the patio to the middle of the lawn. Only when he was about two thirds down did Sasuke get up and slip inside to get something to drink.

Damn trees. Why do they have to shed leaves? Why can't they shed something useful like…like ramen? Yeah…ramen trees. That'd be good… Naruto felt his anger begin to ebb away as he got lost in his own little world of trees that shed ramen. He was jerked back into reality when he suddenly felt the teeth of the rake get caught on a thick tree root that arched out of the ground. Damn tree root…

The blond boy tugged at the rake, hoping to dislodge it from the gnarled tree root, only to feel his irritation become greater as the rake stayed firmly stuck. He yanked again, but to no avail.

"Dammit, you stupid tree, let go of the fucking rake!" He growled in frustration as he pulled again fruitlessly. He jerked his head from side to side as he pulled again, placing his foot against the root in hopes of dragging the rake free.

The extra force seemed to be all that was needed for, much more suddenly than Naruto had expected, the rake popped free and smashed him quite harshly in the face. It was this moment that Sasuke chose to come outside again, a glass of lemonade at his lips. Upon seeing the rake collide with Naruto's head, he gagged on a mouthful, spitting it out in a spray of lemonade and saliva.

Naruto was out cold before he even hit the ground.



A dull throbbing ache in the front of his skull was what woke Naruto. With a muffled groan, he opened his eyes, lifting a hand to press against his head. He sat up slowly looking around, not familiar with his surroundings in his current state of semi-consciousness. Looking down, he saw what he was wearing and then he remembered.

Damn. So it wasn't a bad dream. He thought, staring almost sadly out of the small window at the darkened sky. It's dark already? Have I really been out that long?

"Oh. So you're awake, then?" Naruto turned to see Sasuke standing in the doorway. He was tempted to respond, 'No, I'm not awake. I'm still asleep and this is just a clone that you see sitting here awake, you dumbass.' but he bit his tongue. Instead, he merely glared at Sasuke.

Ignoring the dirty look, the Uchiha placed his hands on his hips in a somewhat stern way. "I'm not going to make you continue working today, but you better save your energy. I'm going to make you work twice as hard tomorrow." He smirked at the look of horror that shot across Naruto's face. "Your dinner is on the nightstand." And thus, the other boy left, shutting the door soundly behind him. Naruto felt his spirits sink as the faint click of a door being locked was heard.

Sighing in defeat, he looked to his left to see his dinner, which was practically the same as lunch save for a small bowl of pickles, indeed sitting on the nightstand. Glumly, he picked up the rice and began to eat it.

This is going to be one helluva week.







I'm really sorry I made you guys wait so long for this. ^^;; I'd like to thank firedraygon97 for coming up with the whole 'raking leaves and smashing face with rake' idea, and I'd also like to thank Tormalyne for beta'ing. And most of all, THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REVIEWS! *lovelovelove* But just because you reviewed once doesn't mean you should stop now! Review! Review! Review like the wind!