Warning/Disclaimer

Naruto and Co. don't belong to me. Sad, isn't it? Kyubi's characterization is purely invented—I don't know if he's really like that, but I'd like to think so.

So um. for this chapter, there's a smack-dab of angst, as well as sexual references! There's also some foul language, so if you don't like, or if you're extremely religious and find me, or my fics and plots offensive…well, don't whine. You read at your own risk. Don't bitch because you didn't think.

Enjoy!

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Division

::part 6::

It takes effort for Sasuke to think. It takes effort to move, to want to move, to open his eyes to the rucked fabric of Naruto's shirt. He wants to be horrified when he finds himself sprawled indecently against Naruto's body, shirtless and legs cramping from the pressure of his pants tangled around his knees, but…it's not.

So he rests there, taking stock before realizing that they were all tangled together; it wasn't just his pants restricting his movements. Sasuke exhales and closes his eyes. It's peaceful and quiet, a little weird, and he wonders if this was the right thing to do. It must be, right? If it had this effect?

…you liked it…replies his traitorous mind. It doesn't matter, you liked it.

Sasuke focuses on the stickiness smeared on his body, staining Naruto's shirt and the sheets. How can I like this? It's…gross! The warmth of Kyubi against his back. The tingling in his legs from his pants—slowly, with a muttering sound, he kicks his legs and works the fabric off.

It's messy and painful and pointless—

He ignores the pain between his legs, the slip of fluid, because that's what he was trained to do; ignore the pain even when he can't help the hissing noise he makes. Better to pretend it doesn't exist even when he thinks of the reason, and sparks jump in his belly.

The motion, he knows, has caught the attention of both. Annoyed, Sasuke kicks the trousers from the bed and settles back with a stony glare. Naruto laughs softly, sleepily, and Sasuke ducks his head, covering it, hiding from the fizzy-feeling blush.

…and it wasn't that bad, you know…

He lets his head rest against Naruto's shoulder, half-afraid something will happen. That something won't happen. Or—

"….I seemed to have missed your answer…can you repeat that?" comes Kyubi's amused drawl.

"Stop that," Naruto yawns, shifting until he can raise a hand to his head, scratching. "We're not rabbits."

And the image of Kyubi with rabbit ears and tail hopping across a lawn flashes into Sasuke's head so sharply that he laughs. Naruto turns his head until his cheek nudges Sasuke's forehead; the dark-haired boy can feel the smile on the face.

Without thinking, Sasuke moves his head until his mouth maps a pattern on Naruto's skin. The action itself is free of sexual intention, new and automatic. He stifles an unseemly giggle to his inward shock. The situation is so strange, so simple that Sasuke almost feels…happy.

Naruto tugs briefly on his hair as the muttering fox wraps arms about Sasuke's waist and nuzzles up the back of the neck. Sulking, the fox nips briefly at the exposed skin.

"It's not funny," Kyubi mutters. "You didn't even get naked, kit."

Happy? Sasuke thinks absently. How can I be…happy? Am I happy…like this?

"You didn't either! You've still got your shirt on," Naruto sticks his tongue out.

Kyubi reaches over and thwaps him on the head without replying. For a moment the world floats in the space between breathing. Sasuke almost lets himself doze in the warm little space between the bodies. Naruto's fingers slide gently on his hair again before wandering over his face.

Pull yourself together, Uchiha. His body cools into its usual stiffness. Fingers push against the thickness of his black hair, slower and less unfocused. From the corner of his vision Sasuke watches the unmarked face turn towards him.

"Sasuke?" Naruto's voice is distant. "Are you okay?"

Even the demon pauses to listen for an answer.

"I think I need a shower," Sasuke rasps.

"Ummm." Naruto pauses himself, and Sasuke dares to wait for the words he can almost predict on the edge of the blond's voice. Something shivers inside; Naruto might ask a question Sasuke won't be able to answer—or ones that he can—and the thought makes him feel slightly sick.

But without reason, even though Sasuke knows himself that there should be a different sort of question after something like this, Naruto's words are simple.

"Oh, okay then. Hey, I'm hungry. Can we get ramen for lunch?"

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Both Naruto and Kyubi watch the smooth motion that is Sasuke when he stands and stretches half-numb limbs. Naruto, at least, feels a blush creep over his face at the marks left on the body, the visible outcome of their actions. Kyubi's amusement is sparkling gold in his mind, lust a swirling purple-red.

But neither of them move and neither look away. Sasuke glances briefly at them both with a tentative look.

"You've got time to change your mind," Kyubi replies. "There's still room over here…"

Sasuke shakes his head. "How about 'no'?" he replies dryly. Naruto smothers a giggle as Sasuke slips out the door.

"…you suck," Kyubi whispers to him. "You both suck."

"Come on, I know you're hungry too," Naruto rises with a grin. He undoes the snap on his pants and uses a corner of Sasuke's discarded shirt to clean himself off. "These need to be—What are you doing?"

Kyubi pauses from licking the substance on his fingers. "It's faster this way."

"That's just…ew," Naruto shivers and looks away from the tanned muscle of Kyubi's legs exposed under the shirt, the paler curve of his hip.

"Liar," Kyubi grins. He nips at a finger, dabbing a tongue to drops of white. "It doesn't taste bad, you know. Try it some time…and why didn't you say it?"

Naruto doesn't reply, so Kyubi slides to the edge of the bed. Words are unspoken as the fox reaches out and hooks his fingers through the loose waistband and pulls Naruto closer, carefully, keeping his movements slow.

"Stop it. What are you doing?" Naruto mutters, swatting half-heartedly at the hands while his curious and confused mind force the question out. It doesn't bother the blond boy that the demon is pulling him closer. The nuzzling sensation against his stomach, a tentative brush of tongue, Kyubi's chest pressing into his legs; all of it leaves Naruto with a touch-hungry fox rasping a tongue across his navel.

"Does it matter, kit?" the demon says after a moment, voice low.

The seal flares under Kyubi's stroke, adding a tingle of sensation to the first stirrings of arousal that Naruto has ever felt in connection to the fox. It confuses him, and pleases him, but he doesn't understand the reason behind it. He doesn't understand the demon, doesn't expect to, but…

It seems better than nothing. Better that he and the demon are connected, and this is one more spiral to their dance. Kyubi purrs against his skin and Naruto drops the now-stained shirt to the floor.

"Kyubi—" he begins. Almost of their own will, his hands rise against shoulders. Fingers run up to stroke the wild blond hair, his hair, and it was his face that turned blindly to his stomach. "Why did he do it? Why'd he change his mind all of a sudden? What—what did Tsunada-hag say to him?"

Again as Kyubi remains silent, his fingers slid along the skull and Naruto can feel the demon seeping into his head, heat and swirling colors that pull with velvet fingers, skittering down until it seems that the room is too cold because he's too warm; his skin tightens into goosebumps. The sensation Kyubi shares with him is mute reassurance; he, at least, doesn't seem worried that Sasuke's moods and reactions—or his abrupt descent into sex—have some sort of issue lurking behind it.

"Why should I know? You'll have to ask him"

The warmth recedes from his mind without warning and Naruto blinks, inhaling sharply. Crimson eyes flicker up to meet his; the expression amused. Naruto swallows as the demon speaks.

"It would be easy…If Sasuke didn't have claim…so easy…"

"Huh? What do you mean, easy? What are you talking about?"

With shuttered eyes, Kyubi grins at him, pushing him away before stretching. "Ask Sasuke to show you, and then maybe we'll play."

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You just let a demon fuck you, speaks the traitor-voice in Sasuke's mind. A demon.

Sasuke soaps his face and scrubs it vigorously. It's not like I had a choice… he thinks slowly. I had my orders…and it wasn't that bad, giving him what he wanted…It could have been worse.He ducks his head into the spray to drown the insistent images, exhaling while the water trickled past his mouth.

And…it was just orders. Even if I liked it.

A part of him is restless at what he's done, the problems that could rise, the complications. Stuff like this wasn't supposed to happen. He isn't supposed to be letting a demon as powerful as the Kyubi just do what he wanted. He isn't supposed to feel nervous and jumpy and anticipate the next time the creature will touch him—

Sasuke shudders a tiny bit and pushes the thought from his mind. He only does this because it was asked of him. No other reason.

It's past noon. Time to get out; there's still lunch to make. Sasuke reaches out and twists the knob. The water trickles to a stop as he stands there, dripping. He pushes the hair from his face and slides the curtain back. He doesn't mind that the towel he grabs is slightly damp; he bends, wincing, and rubs briskly at his hair to get most of the moisture out.

In the moment he begins to dry his body he can sense a flicker of crimson chakra. Straightening immediately, Sasuke turns his head and frowns. "What," he remarks after a moment with a dry mouth, "could you possibly want now?"

"Oh, you really shouldn't ask such things," the Kyubi purrs. "I might scare you."

"Where's Naruto?" Sasuke avoids his questions and brings himself to dry his legs. The flutter of fear, anticipation, coils in his stomach.

"In the kitchen."

"Then what do you want?" Sasuke unclenches his fingers from the towel. He hates the way his heart is thumping in his chest, hates the assessing look in those crimson eyes. He finds it annoying that the demon has found pants somewhere, while Sasuke stands there naked and dripping.

He was almost naked too. When he was—his thoughts follow neatly into memory, and he flushes. He breaks the stare abruptly and flings the towel into the corner, movements rushed and hurried because he needs to get out of the bathroom before his thoughts surface fully. Sasuke has a clean pair of boxers in hand, half bent to grab his shorts when he feels the motion before he registers it—

Smooth as oil Kyubi steps up against him, pushing him, trapping him against the wall. Sasuke's arm is braced nearly at the demon's throat, unnoticed. Sasuke feels himself inhale too quickly to be calm and turns his face from the amused little smile.

"Did I scare you? Your heart's going pretty fast…"

Sasuke shudders as the hand flexes against his chest; unbelievably, the strength of the hand is the only thing keeping him pinned to the wall. He doesn't respond to Kyubi's question, refuses to respond even when the mouth moves dangerously near his neck.

"Sasuke?" the rough voice drawls.

Feather-brush of fingertips across his hip, little circles of pressure that spread through his body. Sasuke fights to ignore it with all the stubborn will he has, keeps his eyes fixed firmly on the crack running along the wall from the corner of the shower. Kyubi's touch doesn't exist; he's not being accosted in the bathroom—

And you didn't just let him fuck you, did you?

Kyubi's hand slips between his legs and Sasuke jumps, but doesn't turn his eyes from the wall, doesn't look back to see the curious expression. Fingers press casually past his scrotum and tease out a flicker of pain from abused flesh.

"Stop," Sasuke allows himself to whisper. His hands have turned to claws, leaving marks on Kyubi's chest and shoulders because all of a sudden he's twisting and trying to get away from that insolent pressure. I don't want it like this!

Kyubi pushes him back with ease and leans against him. His mouth moves against the pale neck, smiles and sharp teeth to tease the skin. "It's for your own good," the demon mocks him.

"Kyubi—" Sasuke warns through gritted teeth; the fingers shift up and it hurts and there's a sudden flare of warmth—as if the demon had him on the floor and was thrusting into him again. The warmth floods into a white-hot heat that's almost as painful; he can taste the red chakra on the back of his tongue. Kyubi's mouth sucks absently on his neck and Sasuke pushes away the flicker of pleasure that swirls down to the heat the demon's generating—

What is it—what is he doing to me?

Kyubi laughs against his skin. The heat falls away like the water droplets on his body. When he pulls back, Sasuke shivers from the draft of air over his damp skin; his eyes fly towards the demon in confusion, anticipation of anything because he doesn't know what just happened. It shows on his face, he knows it does, because Kyubi tilts his head in that peculiar way and smirks, still standing only inches away. Before Sasuke realizes it both hands are pulling away from his flesh.

"What did you do?" Sasuke spits, unnerved.

"Nothing you didn't want. Get dressed or you'll catch cold." Kyubi pauses for a moment. "Unless you wanted to stay naked for a while…"

Despite the fact he stands there while the demon slides his eyes over him with too much passion for Sasuke's state, the dark-haired boy tries to stand straight and glares. He can't answer that; he knows he can't. To say yes would admit he wanted such a thing. To say no would be condemning himself to something even worse.

"Get out."

Kyubi flickers out of view with a grin, and Sasuke's legs give out. He slides along the wall and thumps firmly to the floor—

—and there was no more pain. No torn skin and muscle from a too-quick entry. No pain. The realization stuns him and he can only sit and stare and shiver in the wake of such a thing.

He healed me? He used his chakra to...heal my… Sasuke places the fingers of his right hand on the pale muscle of his left thigh. His fingers are trembling. He's trembling. His anger has passed into a too-familiar form of frustration.

I can't believe it…he touched me and healed me…why? Because he wants to fuck me again? Surely not to help me…

With a sigh, Sasuke puts his head on his knees and closes his eyes for a moment. He didn't do it for you. You know he didn't. He does everything for himself. Everything. He just happens to get a kick out of messing with me.

So get over it.

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Sasuke walks into the kitchen dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt. A towel is draped around his shoulders to catch the spattering of water that still seeps from his hair. He stops just inside the entrance, surprise flicking over his features.

"What are you doing?"

Naruto whirls in place without thinking. A cooking pot is clutched in his hands; water slops over the edge. "Sasuke!"

"Dobe." Sasuke raises a brow, amused. "Are you trying to cook?"

Naruto flushes and scowls at him. "I'm hungry! You can't blame me if I'm trying to make myself food…"

Shrugging, Sasuke flips the edge of the towel up over his head to remove the last of the water, toweling it dry with brisk little motions. "But I can blame you if you burn the place down," he replies automatically. He isn't sure if he's serious or not, but decides it doesn't matter when Naruto pouts. The blond spins in place, slopping water again, and sets the pot on the burner. It hisses and crackles as the water steams away.

"What are you trying to make?"

Naruto hesitates, then rolls his shoulders in a shrug. "Noodles and rice with some curry and stuff."

"I thought you wanted ramen?" Sasuke shakes his head until his hair whips in his face, then slides it back with his fingers.

"I changed my mind," Naruto waves his hand without looking back. He upends the box of rice over the pot and carefully stirs.

"Well…whatever."

Silence creeps into the sunlight kitchen. Sasuke pulls out a chair and sits. He props his chin on his palm and studies the grain of the wood. He can't help but glance up every now and then as Naruto either mumbles under his breath, curses, or drops a utensil. He doesn't ask after the demon, and Naruto doesn't offer the information.

Sasuke knows in the back of his head that the fox is somewhere close by, so it wouldn't matter anyway.

He watches through half-dry hair as Naruto slides the container onto a potholder. Despite the strange appearance of noodles, rice and the dark curry, the smell is surprisingly appetizing. That can't be all that's in there, he thinks, even as he identifies small bits of meat. "Do you make this a lot?" he asks when Naruto returns with bowls and spoons.

"I made this all the time….you know, before." Naruto waves the ladle and flashes him a small grin.

Sasuke tilts his head and watches mutely as Naruto deftly serves a portion and slides it across the table. Before. When he was still…

Still both, his mind completes. Still whole.

"Well? Eat up!" Sky-blue eyes flicker over his face and to the presented food; he watches eagerly for Sasuke's reaction.

Now I get to baby-sit a demon. He lifts a portion to his mouth.

…or sleep with him, he thinks next and nearly chokes.

"…it's not bad, is it?" Naruto is watching him with huge eyes and transparent despair in the possibility that Sasuke could dislike his meal.

"N-No," Sasuke wipes his mouth, feeling insanely close to laughing. He shrugs instead and lifts up another bite before he slips the thought free. "It's good…"

Instantly, the face blooms into a shy smile that strikes Sasuke through the middle. Naruto doesn't seem to notice; he's bent his head to his own food and all Sasuke can seem to do is watch the way the mouth forms around the spoon.

…he'll taste like curry…he thinks, and remembers kissing him. Remembers his duty. And he'll be eager…

Sasuke slides his gaze to his food and swirls the bowl, chewing reflexively.

He'll beg for it…

Sasuke swallows several times before the food goes down. Dimly, he remembers the mouth and tongue from earlier, the hands that sprawled across his body, the legs that gripped his waist. Dimly, because he was too busy drowning in the unexpected pleasure the Kyubi was yanking from his body. Dimly, because the body beneath him had felt too good.

Dimly, because…

"Sasuke?"

The dark-haired boy looks up with a jolt and realizes he's slowed to a stop, pushing his food with his spoon and staring through the curry as if it'd reveal the secrets of everything.

"Sorry," Sasuke replies automatically and doesn't meet the gaze. "Just thinking."

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The hesitation that flashes over Naruto's face goes unnoticed. For a moment the blond stares at his nearly empty dish and frowns.

Why is he so moody?

"Hey…" Naruto begins slowly, pushes back his bowl and stands; his chair clatters and scrapes, but doesn't fall. Naruto doesn't seem to notice. The blue gaze is determined when Sasuke raises his eyes, determined and full of some stubborn thing that seems so familiar.

"You know," the blond rushes into his words, almost yelling. "I liked what we did, really. I never thought about that before, okay? But I still thought it was nice, so this is gonna suck if you freak out—"

Sasuke blinks in the moment Naruto takes a breath.

Oh god what if this doesn't work?

"—because I like being your rival. I like being your friend, too. So, I thought, I'll like being your…um, whatever. You know? I don't care."

And the blond finishes with a stubborn – if slightly pink – face and sits down with crossed arms. His face is turned away to hide the stupid blush and Naruto can't help feeling his lungs are going to be mush from all the pounding in his chest.

A peek shows that Sasuke is looking down with a small flush to his features with his lip caught between his teeth and when the dark eyes slide his way, Naruto ducks his head.

His heart freezes when the sound of a scraping chair reaches him. He's getting up. Oh crap he's getting up, he's gonna leave…I'm so stupid… He tries to listen for footsteps before he realizes that Sasuke had entered barefoot, and on linoleum he would be as silent as a ghost—

—and then a hand catches his chin. Naruto opens his eyes with a squeak of startlement and looks to see Sasuke dropping to his knees at his side. The expression he reads in the ebon eyes is muted, a mix of fear and uneasiness. The same feeling Naruto can echo right back, if he wanted to, but he doesn't because he knows what he wants.

Naruto doesn't speak, and Sasuke watches him, searches him with his peculiar intense stare. Naruto watches the other boy inhale, watches him swallow and the flex of his lips as they part—

"Nar—"

Naruto blindly reaches out before the words fall out, fingers closing on a wrist and pulling; he pushes forward because he's only a foot or so away, so it's easy to match his mouth to Sasuke's. He knows he can't kiss very well; his lips are over the lower half of Sasuke's mouth, almost to his chin.

Please, oh please, he thinks, just as blind on the inside.

With a motion that seems to take up too much time, Sasuke drops his head a bit to let Naruto kiss him properly, even though the blond's mouth is clumsy and somewhat shy. The long fingers slide along his jaw and through his hair to cup the back of his head. Sasuke increases the pressure of the kiss, moving his mouth as if speaking to him.

Naruto remembers to open his mouth.

Sasuke exhales and slides his tongue past the lips, tasting the curry on the tongue that pushes back in exploration. His hand is fisted in the looser fabric of the shirt at Naruto's waist, flexing with feline movements; Naruto has to remember how to breathe when Sasuke pulls back suddenly, and then he realizes his hands have slid under the hem of the t-shirt and up the back.

There is complacent annoyance flickering behind Sasuke's eyes. His mouth parts, and automatically, Naruto leans forward.

"Hey—" Sasuke gets out before the corner of his mouth is taken.

His mouth trails down Sasuke's cheek as Naruto turns his head; he has to inhale slowly before he speaks. "…what?"

It seems forever passes before Sasuke replies.

"…I'm not good at these things," the boy admits. "I don't know the rules."

"Does there have to be?" Naruto offers, hesitantly. He can't bring his face around, can't look the other in the eye; too close, too personal, too much on the line—

Neither of us are good at this, Sasuke.

"I don't know." There's a pause, and Naruto watches the pulse in the throat. Sasuke smells of soap and Kyubi, of outside and spice. Sasuke's breath stirs the hair just above his ear; it would tickle if the situation had been anything else.

The pause stretches into moments of stolen time. A thought surfaces in Naruto's mind, something simple and irresistible to ask.

"What do you want, Sasuke?"

"I don't know!" the answer comes, pained and harsh whispers.

That's it, Naruto thinks. That's all there is. He inhales through the shudder of unknown and carefully lays a kiss on the edge of a jaw.

"Then…" his voice cracks and he has to clear it roughly before continuing. "Then can I kiss you again? I mean, I should really learn how, and you've probably kissed tons of people—"

"No," Sasuke says, surprised. "Just you. So just—" the dark haired boy leans forward; the chair creaks with their combined weight. "—shut up, dobe."

Just me. Just me. Me. Just me.

Naruto turns his head and accepts Sasuke's lips, his tongue, the hand that threads through his hair and pulls him forward. He pulls back on the smooth muscled back, kicking off his chair without warning. Naruto hits the floor on his knees hard, leaving bruises to find in the morning, and tightens his arms around Sasuke's waist and surges up against his body.

The mouth against his is slow because Sasuke seems more concerned with just the action of kissing and that's okay, because Naruto is trying to mimic his movements as much as possible. Learning the right way to move his tongue, the adjustments of his mouth and teeth, how to breathe through his nose when Sasuke doesn't give any sign of pulling away.

He almost doesn't feel the amused, curious hunger of the demon; a blurred sense of location informs him that Kyubi is crouched on the counter behind him, watching them.

"…what's with you stupid humans and all the face-biting?" the demon rasps out.

Sasuke sweeps his tongue briefly against Naruto's and pulls back; his dark eyes flicker as he seeks out the fox. The expression on his face fades into wariness. "It's kissing, Kyubi. And here I thought you knew everything."

"I do know everything," the demon snaps back. "But not stupid things like that."

"It's not stupid," Naruto finds his voice. "It's—"

Sasuke slides down to press wet mouth to the sensitive muscle at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. "It's almost as good as sex," he murmurs.

With a twitching mouth, Naruto closes his eyes and almost laughs. The demon's gnawing curiosity is slashing apart his pride and Naruto almost knows what he'll ask before he says it.

"…can I try?"

Sasuke scrapes teeth over skin and Naruto jumps. When the boy raises his head, the blond catches a glimpse of a challenge in his eyes, the frustration and anger swirling wild.

Score one point for Sasuke, Naruto thinks. His eyes flicker to the demon; without words, he calls to him. There's no way Sasuke can tell, no way that he can see the mix of curiosity and longing behind Kyubi's chakra; he knows this and it makes it okay.

Kyubi drops to a crouch on the kitchen floor and creeps closer until he's leaning up against Naruto's back. The blond almost smirks when Sasuke's eyes narrow as the demon gives him a casual nip to the back of his neck. Almost.

The demon leans around him, and with a mixed sense of excitement and fascination, Naruto watches as Sasuke grips the wild hair in his fist, fierce in his stance and eyes, and leans forward with an open mouth. Kyubi dutifully copies his movements, opening his mouth and tilting his head; he must have been watching.

Is this what we look like?

The plunge of Sasuke's tongue into the mouth is a challenge the demon accepts, chasing Sasuke's motions with his own. It's raw. Primal. It thrills down into Naruto's gut as Sasuke fights for the control of the kiss, winning by slim margins only through the small amount of experience he had.

One of them makes a frustrated growling noise just as they part. Sasuke wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before he speaks. "Still think it's stupid?"

"You're stupid," the demon mutters, eyes dancing. "But I'll eat you anyway."

"You mean you'll do a better job this time?" Sasuke's voice is oddly hoarse; his eyes glinting red at moments.

"…you liked it enough before," the demon purrs, reaching out and gathering the fabric of Sasuke's shirt in his fist, pulling him closer. "Or you wouldn't be here."

Some dark emotion flits across Sasuke's face too fast for Naruto to identify; but the thought doesn't matter because in that moment—

—as Kyubi nips at the exposed line of Sasuke's throat—

—the dual tone of the doorbell echoes through the house, and everything slides to a stop.

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Shikamaru eyes the door with idle curiosity, standing at a calculated range from Chouji and his bag of chips. Standing next to Hinata for support, Kiba scratches at an itch under his parka. The girl nervously presses the doorbell and trembles as she steps back; Akamaru whines softly, ears flattening from his position upon Kiba's head.

The boy looks up, frowning. "What'd you say, Akamaru?"

"You think that he's in there?" Chouji mumbles.

"Ah, who knows," Shikamaru drawls.

"He's gotta be!" Kiba exclaims, his attention flitting from the puppy to the other boy. "My dad said there were Anbu guards all over this area, and this is the only house that they could be hiding out—"

Chouji's expression slides immediately into interested. "You think it's true!? That Naruto screwed up a jutsu and split himself into two people?"

"If it was, don't you think there'd be more people talking about it?" Shikamaru points out, sighing. He glances at Hinata. "Can you see anyone through the door, Hinata?"

"Um," the girl mumbles. "I think—" she pauses, alarm splashing across her face. "Oh," she exclaims weakly, moving back half-a-step into Kiba's side.

The doorknob twists with a rattle and the door flies open—

"N-Naruto?" Shikamaru stammers, knocked cold from his lethargy. Everyone is silent around him; even Chouji has paused in the middle of chewing. Hinata gasps and shies fluidly behind Kiba.

"You," the blond boy with furious red eyes snaps out, "are interrupting. Go away."

—and Naruto slams the door in their face.

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:TBC:

A/N Omgwtfbbq?! haha. yeah, I live. I have had tons of crap to deal with recently, as like a bullshit job and the lack of bf and stress of finding out I won't have that much money to pay my bills and I've got school to angst over--but yeah, I'm sure you didn't want to hear about that anyway.

So! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, long-awaited as it was...I know the beginning, sorta of the next chapter, and, I think, there'll be more mention of sex. or, at least, Kyubi's need...or something...cough

I hope the characters still work......ee;;