~Warning/Disclaimer~
Naruto and the characters don't belong to me; they belong to Kishimoto. Life wouldn't be as fun if I didn't…hehehe
Rated R for dark themes, future…situations and the usual yaoi-ness. ^_^
Side note – this takes place after the Chuunin exam, but Sasuke never leaves, and the two never fight, and Kakashi still trains the three of them.
Think age 15!! If you've got questions, I'll try to answer them as best as possible.
Enjoy!
Division
~four~
Sasuke had to chase Naruto and Kyubi from the house and the remains of the kitchen table with an uncharacteristic yell and a few thrown shuriken. Kyubi had grinned that toothy dangerous smile and darted through the open window as the blond yelped and ran laughing out of the door.
Leaving Sasuke to clean up the fragmented table. At least it wasn't during breakfast, he thought, tossing the larger pieces into the wastebasket. The legs and portions that were too large to fit were thrown into the yard. Sasuke yanks a broom from the small utility closet and starts to sweep up the splinters and dust.
He can hear Naruto laughing in the background; but his thoughts focus on the demon. How he looked in the moonlight, how he acted. How he seemed so strange and how Naruto said he was moody.
He's certainly edgy today. He's been twitchy and snappish. The moon isn't as full tonight, but would it have the same effect?
Is he going to pull that weird 'run away' thing again?
Sasuke empties the dustpan into the garbage; another thing he'll have to take care of later on. He turns to peer through the open window at the sound of Naruto's protesting yell.
Demon and Human, nearly identical, tumble and roll across the lawn. Even Sasuke has to admit to himself that the acrobatics are impressive; Naruto flows like water with small agile turns and twists, grinning and dancing away like the wind.
The demon's ability to jump high, spinning and landing like a cat; he's quick and instinctive in his movements. He's faster, so much faster, and Sasuke can only watch as Kyubi uses it to his advantage and runs circles around and above the other blond, playing an impromptu game of tag and wrestle.
It looks fun, Sasuke thinks quietly. Like brothers.
Sasuke turns away, and deliberately, closes the window.
~@~
"What was up with you last night?"
"Whrr?" Kyubi doesn't raise his head as Naruto flops onto the ground to catch his breath.
"You've been weird." Naruto peers at the other sprawled on his back, looking without touching. "Kyubi? What's going on?"
"Don't worry about it," the demon muttered with a bored expression. "It's merely demon stuff."
Naruto raises a doubtful brow and plucks at the grass. "But…"
"Just leave it. It'll pass."
There was silence for a long time as Naruto watches the demon with a speculative gaze. The wind ruffles through the trees and whistles against the un-cut grass. "Is it gonna get worse?"
Crimson eyes slide open in flaming brightness and Kyubi growls as he rolls and twists and pushes Naruto to the ground, baring his teeth as he crouches above him. "Why don't you shut up? You talk too damn much!"
"I'm worried—"
"Don't be. It's nothing." Kyubi narrows his eyes and moves until he's straddling the smaller, delicate blond. "Why do you keep asking?"
Naruto doesn't look unnerved in the least as the demon sits on his stomach, glaring at him. "You feel funny," he admits after a second. "Inside. You feel weird and I want to know. Like you want to hunt or something."
Kyubi doesn't answer as he cocks his head and stares at Naruto. He bends until their foreheads bump.
"Hey," a frown flickers across Naruto's face.
"You feel it, huh? Or is it there already? Do you know what it is?"
The wariness doesn't leave Naruto's face; his breathing slows even as his eyes widen. After a moment he speaks, "I feel…hungry."
"Do you feel the moon, kit?" Kyubi made a purring noise and bumped his head in a rough caress. "Do you feel her call?"
Naruto wets his lips and shivers. "Kyubi?"
In response the red-eyed boy makes a strange sound and smiles slowly at him. "Is this that hunger? The thing you feel?" He is close enough to brush his mouth over Naruto's cheek with each syllable but the blond doesn't seem unnerved.
Naruto tilts his head to make eye contact. "Yes, but—"
Kyubi is backlit by the sunlight, his eyes dark and serious and flickering with amusement all at once as he levels his head over Naruto. His hair and skin gleam in the sun; he is almost outlined by a halo of light. "Because," Kyubi whispers. "It is demon business, this hunger. You've never felt it, never known it because I was spirit. Now I've got a body. And I hunger."
"But—"
"I don't like waiting!" Kyubi hisses into his ear. "And I don't feel like courting that stupid human. I just want—my body, kit, it begs for this. Feel privileged you are witness to this truth, at least."
Stubbornly, Naruto pushed his face back into view. "Begs for what? What do you mean?" He has a rough idea of what the demon means. His hands are braced on Kyubi's forearms, fingers stroking skin while he dwells on the thought. Kyubi, with his body, has a hunger. Over Sasuke?
Body. Hunger.
Hunger.
Suddenly, the blue eyes widen. "Sex? Sex with Sasuke? Is that what it's about? the moon and fighting with him? Over sex?"
"Yes, you silly kit." Kyubi makes a face and mock-bites at his shoulder. "Are you happy now? I was going to ignore it until it went away, or until we merge, but no. You wanted to know. Damn stubborn kit."
"I've never had sex," Naruto muses, a tinge of pink crawling over his face. "I never thought about it…"
"Oh? I've had lots of sex—"
"But—with Sasuke?"
Kyubi grins at him. "Not—"
Without warning his expression shifts to mild surprise and a sudden violence that crawls like oil over Naruto—Kyubi pulls his head up and away; his gaze focuses intently on the house.
"Get up," the demon growls. "We've got guests."
~@~
Sasuke is halfway across the living room with the trashcan in hand when he hears a knock on the door. Sighing, he pivots and heads for the door. He pulls it open as he sets down the trashcan—
—and stares.
"Sasuke-kun!" the bright smile and long blond hair of Ino almost knock him down. Despite standing behind the Hokage, she is the first thing Sasuke focuses on with a horrible thought Oh fucking no.
"Uchiha," Tsunade greets him with a minor twitch. She doesn't seem happy to be on his front step with Ino—
What the hell? Sasuke looks beyond to see Sakura standing a few steps behind Ino, looking understandably nervous. Beside her stands Iruka-sensei, watching expectantly and almost rudely, craning his neck to look around.
He's here to see Naruto, Sasuke guesses, tuning out the Ino's happy babble. "Hokage-sama," he shoots a subtle glare at the woman (who smiles rather prettily in response) and intones "How nice to see you. Enter at your own risk."
"Ah, Where is Naruto..and the other Naruto?" Tsunade raises a brow as Sasuke stands back to allow them inside, then shuts the door behind Iruka.
"Out back."
"They're doing well?" Iruka interrupts, smiling sheepishly. "I mean, I've heard of what happened, and the damage—I was worried, of course—"
"They're fine. They just…eat too much," Sasuke admits.
"Big surprise," Ino whispers to Sakura. "Naruto will eat anything."
Scowling, Sasuke leads them to the living room and watches them sit. Belatedly, his mind trying to cover for the change in routine, a part of him suddenly whispers Stall! You need to stall! Sasuke clears his throat. "Uh…Tea?"
"Hey, Sasuke—Iruka-sensei!"
Sasuke turns his head to watch a blur of blue bounce into the room, deftly tumbling over the couch and wrapping arms around the middle of the startled Iruka.
"Aiii—you came to visit!!"
"N-Naruto?" Iruka smiles suddenly, resting a hand on tousled blond hair. "You look so much better—" he says, even as his eyes flicker when Naruto smiles up at him.
A weight settles against Sasuke's back; he knows what it is even as the hands press against his shoulders. The demon's forehead bumps into the middle of his neck; he's standing behind Sasuke as if he's too shy to face the group in the room. Sasuke feels his body tense ever so slightly and glances towards the others.
Sakura is the first to look up, going pale with hands rising to her throat. "That's…" she breathes.
"Uzumaki," Tsunade states calmly. "Glad to have you join us."
Naruto turns to glance at her, then towards Sasuke. A smile plays briefly upon his face, a curious look in his eyes that seems unfamiliar as his eyes flicker over Sasuke. "Sit down already."
"Stupid kit," the demon mumbles too low for anyone but Sasuke to hear.
"Get going," he replies. "I don't care if you don't like it; be nice."
Kyubi slips by him, shooting him a glare with blue eyes—blue? Sasuke thinks, unnerved. Henge? He used Henge to change his eye-color? Sasuke flickered a glance to the others. The demon, in all appearances a sullen angry-looking Naruto, slinks to the corner of the room where he can watch everyone present.
They'll believe he's Naruto as well…
"Oh my god, that's creepy!" Ino breathes, craning to stare rudely as 'Uzumaki' sat on the floor. "There's two of them!"
"Hey!" Naruto protests mildly, as Kyubi levels a stare with his flame-blue gaze and sneers. "It's not funny."
"Hokage-sama, if we could speak alone for a moment?" Sasuke interrupts. He raises a brow and glances around. "Naruto? Can you manage things for a moment?"
"Sure thing, Sasuke!" the blond smiles at Sasuke and Tsunade as she rises. He hears a murmured question from Iruka as the woman follows him into the kitchen, and a last minute glance from blue eyes—blue eyes!—that send shivers down his spine.
~@~
"Uchiha?" Tsunade's voice is curious. "Has there been a problem?"
Sasuke busies himself with preparing enough tea for seven people and scrounging around for a snack or something he can serve along with the drink. "Not really," he replies softly. "Just…moods."
"There hasn't been any problems with their connection?"
"No," Sasuke wipes each teacup with a cloth. "Kyubi's been strange…lately. Naruto said it's because of the moon…but…"
"I see," the woman pulls out a chair and sets herself down, tracing fingers along the wood. "Has something happened?"
"I woke up one morning. They had moved sometime during the night and were sleeping next to me…" Sasuke sets a cup down with a distinctive 'click' and sighs. "It was unnerving." Without realizing it, his hands pause, and his gaze falls to the counter as if seeing something else and he shudders. "He watches me…threatens me and never does anything. He plays mindgames. He…does things."
Tsunade watches with a private amusement as a faint blush colors the pale cheeks.
"He licked me. And the other night, yesterday, he…wanted to chase me around. Like he wants to attack me. Or something. I don't understand!"
Tsunade smiles against her will and wipes the expression from her face as Sasuke turns to face her, eyes uncertain. It's hard to forget the boy is only fifteen, still young and untrained in some areas.
It pains her to tell him that his mission, his orders, are more important than his uncertainty, his hesitation. "I wonder," she muses quietly. "If you were needed because of Naruto…or the Kyubi…it's hard to tell…"
"What do you mean?" Sasuke whispers harshly. "I still don't understand—what am I needed for?"
"You stabilize Naruto, Sasuke. You are his balance, his counter-point. He needs you to find himself."
"But—"
"Your tea is ready. I'll wait in the living room. In time I'll explain further, but Sasuke-san…do as I've ordered, no matter what. It's important. You stabilize them both, it seems…"
Tsunade rises before Sasuke can work out an answer, before he can demand one, and exits the kitchen. The door swings shut with a click as Sasuke tightens a fist around the hapless cloth, turning violently.
Stabilize? runs through his head. I don't understand! Why me? Why—him?
~@~
"I can't wait to get back and tell people this! Naruto, separated into his…his innocence and his prankster side—incredible!"
"Ino, I don't think that's a good idea…" Sakura whispers, glancing apprehensively towards the second Naruto.
"What would you know, Sakura? You didn't even want to come!"
Naruto watches the conversation with an amused expression, and finally looks up to Iruka. "They talk a lot, don't they?"
"Uh," Iruka raises a hand to the back of his head. "I suppose…"
There was a moment of silence while Naruto looked at the females, conscious of the growing hostility from Kyubi, conscious of his territorial urge, his attempts to control it. They watch him back with tiny glances, trying not to stare—but Naruto expects that. He looks different, he acts different, and by all accounts there's two of them.
Well, one a demon in disquise, but no one knows that.
Naruto is good at playing along. "Ne, Ino—why did Tsunade bring you along?"
"Me? Oh, because she needs me to see how the threads of your mind are woven and how much effort it would take to re-merge the two of you. My family's really busy this time of year, so I was the only one available."
"So," Naruto muses slowly. "You have to…check my mind? Is it gonna hurt?"
"Nope!" Ino smiles cheerfully. "Don't worry, I'm the best there is!"
"Ino specializes in mind-jutsu and genjutsu," Iruka explains. "Hokage-sama will engage in a dual-jutsu with her to check your body and mind, Naruto."
"Exactly," the woman in mention speaks as she pushes open the door. "Good to know I won't have to explain anything to you! Come, sit over here, Naruto, so we can begin."
~@~
"Alright! Now, Naruto—you need to relax. You might feel something, but I swear it won't be painful."
Sasuke pushes the door open with a foot and skims through before it closes. He balances a tray of sweet tea and a second one of small cookies he had found in the back of the cupboard. A glance around the room shows nothing seems to be out of place; Kyubi off to himself with his back to the room, Tsunade and Ino facing Naruto while Sakura and Iruka watch the proceedings with curious expressions.
He kneels to place the tea on the small coffee, glancing hesitantly at Naruto; the blond has his eyes closed as Ino moves her hands into a complex jutsu.
"Thank you, Sasuke," Iruka murmurs as he wordlessly hands tea out. Sakura manages a small smile despite her lingering paleness and the dark-haired boy takes a cup for himself and sips.
"Whoa," Naruto murmurs faintly. "…Feathers…"
Against his will, Sasuke turns his gaze to the demon and watches, uneasy with the way the shoulders flinch. He's holding back. He glimpses a shudder wrack down the spine as Naruto makes a funny noise behind him…
…then Ino exhales loudly. "Wow…that's really weird…There are complete gaps in his psyche and that should, like, totally make him a vegetable—but he's not! Odd…"
"Oh?" the Hokage murmurs. "How so?"
"There were places that just…weren't. Faded. So, it would make sense if his mind was occupying two bodies…" Ino muses and snatches at a cookie and a cup for herself. "Incredible. I've never seen anything like it—Oh, Sasuke-kun, this tea is delicious!"
"Thank you," the dark-haired boy responds automatically. "Naruto? Do you feel okay?"
Blue eyes flutter as Naruto shakes his head. "Feathers. It felt like feathers…"
"Here," Sasuke offers him a cup of tea. "Eat something. U-Uzumaki?"
"Fuck off," the other mutters.
"So rude," Ino whispers. "Am I going to have to scan him as well? I can't believe that—it would be like dipping myself in mud…"
"Ah, about that, Ino…you're going to have to do this in a certain way—" Tsunade starts, leaning forward. Sasuke can tell her expression is serious.
"Certain way? What do you mean? There's nothing to it—he doesn't even have to be over here—" Ino grins and haughtily tosses her hair. "Watch—I'll show you—" and her hands blur into seals.
"No, Ino—wait!" Tsunade makes a grab for her hands—
—but it's too late, and her fingers pause and her eyes close—
Something unseen shock-waves through the room. Naruto shudders and his eyes open wide in shock, unseen surprise. Sasuke has an afterimage of chakra and turns his head to see the demon staring in their direction with an expression that chills him motionless. "Shit—"
Tsunade curses under her breath as Ino reels back with a gasp, slumping and the woman reaches out to steady her. A line of blood trickles under Ino's nose and she flinches, one hand pressing her temple. "Wha…what?"
"You…bitch," the demon hisses. His eyes are a glaring red. "I allowed your presence, I allowed your insults, I allowed your existence and you—you dare to rummage through my mind like garbage!" His teeth are suddenly bared as the crimson eyes narrow, bright and focused on the rage.
Iruka grabs the half-conscious Naruto and pulls him back instinctively, wrapping arms around the boy with eyes staring at the sight.
He's going to kill her, Sasuke thinks. He knows. He moves, anticipating the blur of speed and half-shrieked words—
Someone screams. Sakura, he thinks, even as he manages to keep his ground by using most of his chakra in his legs and feet, fingers gripping the demon's forearms, pushing back against the surge of horrible power and face to face with the rage, the bared teeth and lashing red chakra—
"Stop—" he grinds out. "You can't—"
"I can!" the demon snarls. "I will!"
"You will not!" Sasuke roars back, pushing back. His legs give out; he's almost forced to his knees by the resurgent flux of power, the sheer hate and frustration—Something shifts; his balance, he doesn't know. He grabs, somehow, fisting a hand in the black fabric and pushing; hears it rip and then—
then—
pain-bright white hot pain and the behind-the-ears sound of bone cracking—
Kyubi has his sharp teeth fastened firmly into Sasuke's arm just below the wrist; he can see the blood, taste it in the air as it flows and spatters to the floor—
He severed the vein.
The demon's eyes flame and Sasuke can feel the snarl vibrate through the damaged flesh, the grating bone. He makes a soft sound of pain as everything freezes down to the moment Kyubi bites a fraction harder.
"Kyubi!" comes Naruto's sudden cry. And then he's there, arms wrapped around the waist of his double, tugging and whispering stuff, and while Sasuke thinks that he should be able to hear; all he can focus on is the way Kyubi stares at him, a faint horror rising slowly through the rage in those eyes.
"Let go, let go, it's alright—let go of Sasuke—"
It takes a moment that feels like forever as the teeth unclench. Sasuke wonders if he's even breathing as the pressure loosens and fades. The pain morphs into a sullen burning intensity and he can feel the pulse of the blood through the gashes. His arm twitches.
Kyubi draws back and smears a hand over his face, slow and reflective. Blood streaks to his cheek, drips off his chin and mouth. His eyes seem surprised and appraising—
Naruto's face swims hazily in his direction; it's pale and his eyes are wide and pained. "Sasuke—are you okay, Sasuke?"
The adrenaline coursing through his body gives him a sick and lightheaded sensation, but he answers with numb lips. "I'm fine." He sways and realizes he's on his knees, his arm dragging down into a steady stream of pain, of blood.
Words tune into his hazy sick feeling. "…lay him down. You stupid impulsive girl!—"
The sound of crying, of breathless frightened crying, and then somewhere, a soft sound. Spitting. A curse.
A rough voice speaks. "…it tastes…wrong…"
Sasuke opens his eyes; Tsunade has a tight hand over his wound and she looks stressed. He can hear the soft insistent words of Naruto, his defiant words at Iruka's sharp worried voice.
"…didn't mean to!" Naruto is saying. A blurry blink and he can see that Kyubi still watches him with that weird speculative look, and that Naruto refuses to let go of the demon. "It's not his fault—"
"He could have ripped me apart," he mumbles, and tries to focus his thoughts. His eyes close as an icy sensation sweeps through him; Tsunade must be using her chakra to heal it.
He could have…but didn't…
~@~
"What the hell were you thinking?" Tsunade snaps at the terrified Ino. "Don't you know anything—you never do a jutsu like that without asking permission! You can damage the mind of your selection, or yourself through the backlash—especially if the one you try to 'see' is stronger than you!"
"But—I didn't—"
"You know nothing of this situation!" Without warning, her arm jabs out and her fingers brush Ino's forehead; the girl slumps to the side, deeply asleep, and Sakura flinches as she's forced to catch the body. The Hokage tears her eyes away from the pale shaking girl and stares furiously at the blood-smeared boy. "And you."
Crimson eyes flicker towards her with veiled threat and rage still lurking in their depths. "What about me?" the demon responds. "You of all people should know better…"
She spits to the side, unimpressed. "You lost control," she states. "I expected better from you, despite your…nature."
"I'm touched," Kyubi murmurs, examining his bloody fingertips. He glances, amused, towards Sakura and the unconscious Ino. "Be glad he got in my way and didn't lose that hand."
"Kyubi," Naruto mutters reproachfully and tugs gently on the torn shirt, smoothing and palms against his chest. "Calm down."
The demon twists his head to stare and snarl, "Fuck you, kit." He spits a mouthful of bloody saliva to the ground, frowning at it.
"Something wrong, demon?"
"…it tastes…wrong," Kyubi absently replies, rubbing at the blood on his fingers. "I don't like it."
"Naruto—" comes Iruka's small and tense voice. "Why don't you come over here—"
"Iruka-sensei, it's okay. He didn't mean to do it, I know he didn't." Naruto frowns at Kyubi, who averts his gaze and looks bored. "It's not his fault."
"Damn right," the demon mutters. "Stupid bitch." He rubs at the blood on his face, smearing it and wiping it on the black fabric of his shirt. He spits again.
Tsunade lays the wounded wrist on Sasuke's stomach and pulls at his shoulders, kneeling behind him to brace the unsteady torso. Sasuke seems to focus a bit at the action; the Hokage has a low influx of chakra feeding into his reserves; replenishing his energy and his blood.
"…could have ripped me apart," Sasuke mumbles, too pale and unfocused eyes.
"I still can if you want me to," the demon whispers with a mocking smile. "It's all your fault anyway."
And then he's gone, vanished in a scorching flourish of chakra. Naruto stumbles, his balance shifting to counteract the absence of the weight he was leaning on. "Dammit, Kyubi," he yells, stamping his foot.
Sasuke smiles faintly, unaware of it, and closes his eyes again, falling behind the dark silence of unconsciousness. He dreams in vague colors, primary reds and blacks and blues, where the moon hovers over everything and paints it silver. Where two figures stand, hand in hand and watch him through the darkness.
~@~
Sasuke wakes with a gasp and jerks upright, confused, mind smoothing into blankness. That dream…what a strange thing…He looks around, seeing moonlight and white sheets and the scent of the night air through the window.
"…hey," a soft voice whispers. "You're awake."
Sasuke turns to see Naruto sitting cross-legged to his side, between him and the wall. "…what happened?" he asks, belatedly yanking up his arm and examining the faint scar on the flesh. "Where—"
"Outside," Naruto shrugs, turning his face to look out of the window.
"And the Hokage? Ino? The others?"
"They left. I don't think Tsunade was very happy with today, but she said that Ino helped her find out some possible ways to fix me." Naruto's profile is etched in silver; his blue pajama top soaking in the light until it looks a soft velvety purple. "Are you okay, though?"
"I'm fine," Sasuke repeated. "It wasn't that deep. Why…why did you wait up for me?" He watches through lowered lashes when Naruto turns. The blue eyes are black in the darkness, wide and solemn. A look he's unsure of flickers through them, as if Naruto is trying not to look at him. Sasuke runs his fingertips along the faded scar, feeling echoes of the painful biting pressure, flashes of the crimson eyes.
"I wanted to make sure you're alright. Sasuke—"
Startled, Sasuke looks to Naruto but the blond is gazing outside again. "Why aren't you angry with him? I mean, he keeps attacking you, even if he's just playing or whatever he's trying to do—why haven't you left?"
"…the Hokage told me to stay with you," Sasuke replies. "She said I stabilize you, that you need me…"
"Oh."
What does it mean? Sasuke wants to ask, staring at the blond without intending more than a glance. What do you know? Instead, he blurts the first inane thing that springs to mind. "What are you looking at?"
"Kyubi," Naruto murmurs. "He's outside."
What? He's watching…the demon? Stubbornly, Sasuke drags himself to his knees and banishes the hint of weakness his body whispers. He leans towards the window, leaning across Naruto's space and looks out the window.
The boy he sees doesn't look like a demon, not with silvered skin and hair, with a face turned from the moon. Sasuke can't make out much more than the profile of the cheek and nose, from the hair that shifted in the breeze. The boy sits on the grass with his knees to his chest, a solitary figure etched with the afterimage of elusive red chakra.
"What is he doing?" Sasuke whispers, confused. "Why is he sitting out there like that?"
"He didn't mean to bite you," Naruto whispers back. His eyes are half-closed, sleepy and unfocused. He inhales slowly, leaning his head against the windowsill and looking past the world. "He doesn't like hurting you. I think he's sad."
Sad? Sasuke thinks disbelievingly. There's no way. "Why…?"
"He likes you," Naruto mumbles with a mischievous, sleepy smile, yawning. "Didn't you know that? He likes you."
…there's no way…
Sasuke stares out into the yard, bewildered by the mumbled words. He likes me…no way…why would he…He glances helplessly at Naruto, who's in the middle of a yawn and slumping further down the wall, but Sasuke keeps his thoughts to himself. His eyes return to the window, to beyond, and minutes pass. He doesn't know how long, but when he glances back Naruto's eyes are closed and his breathing sounds soft and even. Asleep.
Like he should be, right?
Sasuke tears his gaze away from the window and the confusion sitting beyond it, from the sleeping Naruto, and carefully lays himself down. He doesn't feel like moving to the floor; besides, it couldn't hurt to rest here for just a few hours, and Naruto was watching out for him…
The dark-haired boy let out a sigh and curled up on his side. His scarred right arm cuts across his vision. I shouldn't go to sleep; he might…he might come inside…
…because…because there's no way…demons don't like humans, they eat them.
~@~
Silence, footsteps, the sound of breathing. A brief touch against his wrist, the inside of his arm; delicate and warm. Fingers around his wrist, the puff of a breath against his skin. A second touch along his wrist, along the sensitive and recently healed flesh.
…what the…
Sasuke struggles to open his eyes, exhausted and unable to rise above half-asleep, and peers through his lashes to the movements of a hand slowly tracing his arm. There's a weight settled in behind his shoulder, a weight that leans over him, and in the corner of his vision he can see the elbow and folds of dark cloth.
Naruto? he thinks, and knows it's not. He can't make himself move, can't make himself speak, can't do anything but watch the fingers trace the faded scar.
"…fool," he hears on the edge of his hearing. "Now what do I do with you?"
~TBC~
A/N ~ well….*cough* there's some mention of sex…^^;;; I assume, with Sasuke's past and his obsession with training, that he would have little time for sex, or sexual exploration—where as Naruto, peeping tom that he is, would know about it. and, I mean, they're 15!! they've got to know, if not exactly, what it is.
so. um. next chapter. some…stuff. very good stuff. should be up soon, I hope.