Title: Hauntings of a Rubber Duck

Author: Moonep

Pairings: SasuNaruSasu

Warnings: Shounen ai, yaoi (Implied)

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto! Of course I don't though… If I did I would make Kakashi show what's behind that mask of his! I want to know so badly!

Author's Note: This is my first ever Naruto fanfiction, so please R&R. Flame me all you want, I'll use the criticism to help my future works, if there are any, and I'm all for hearing everyone's honest opinions. Don't hold back! Also, I'd like to give some small credit to my friend for some credit to the idea. She came up with the whole Sasuke and rubber duck idea, but the ideas for this story itself come from my own weird mind.

Silverbluenchantress: I'm trying! I'm really trying! Lol, I'm superly duper busy with play practice right now though so it's taking me even longer to post new chapters. Sorry!

Fantastical Queen Ebony Black: xD Yes, the rubber duck... the dreaded rubber duck. You honestly think my fic is cool so far? YAY!

danna-chan: Yes, rubber ducky will definitely put Sasuke in his place. laughs maniacally

QianYun: Woa… long review! Lol, thank you so much for all of your kind and helpful words! You actually gave me some ideas. winks like Lee I love you Yun-chan!

Chapter 1: The First Act of Revenge

Naruto sighed and walked over to the cupboard and got out some extra blankets and a pillow. He was already asking too much of Sasuke to also ask if he could sleep in his nice warm bed with him. He counted the amount of things Sasuke was already doing for him and cringed: buying him new bath supplies and clothes, letting him stay in his house, letting him eat his food and letting him use his utilities. He didn't really like the idea of sleeping on a couch but as Sasuke had pointed out earlier he was in no position to complain. He hadn't even expected to get this much help from the older boy, since he was always so cold to everyone.

After Naruto had left his room again he lay back down and looked up at his ceiling. He was going to have a very long time indeed. He got under his covers and into a comfortable position before falling asleep on his comfortable bed.

"How dare you kill me, you bastard?" A haunted voice yelled at Sasuke in his dream. It was a new dream, or maybe a nightmare, and Sasuke wondered whose voice it was. "How dare you separate me from the one I loved most? The one who loved me most!"

"Who are you and what do you want with me?" Sasuke called out into the darkness. He stared in surprise as a yellow rubber duck popped into existence before him. "Mr. Duckie?" Sasuke asked hesitantly. Why in the world was he having a nightmare about a rubber duck?

"Yes, Sasuke-chan, it is I, Mr. Duckie." The duck replied, a dangerous gleam in his little black eyes. "I'm here to haunt you for what you did to me. My poor Naruto was lonely in his bath tonight because I was not there for him. After you threw me out the window I was stepped on numerous times and torn to shreds by a dog who thought I looked like an excellent chew toy. A chew toy! Sasuke-chan, you will pay for what you did to me!"

Sasuke glared at the rubber duck before turning his back on it. Had the thing just had the nerve to call him Sasuke-chan? "I'm so sorry that you were mistaken for a chew toy because you can squeak." He said sarcastically, not really taking the ducks threats seriously.

The duck noted Sasuke's lack of interest in his threats and swore to haunt Sasuke for the rest of his natural life. He gave off a maniacal laugh as he disappeared into the darkness and Sasuke returned to his normal dreams. What Sasuke dreams about can only remain but a mystery to us poor fan girls.

Sasuke woke up the next morning with a headache, and had completely forgotten about his nightmare of the rubber duck. He went to the bathroom and took a couple of Aspirin after brushing his teeth. After words he walked into the living room to see Naruto still asleep on the couch and groaned. He had also forgotten about allowing Naruto to stay in his house. He went to the kitchen and started cooking some breakfast for the two of them since he had said Naruto only had to make their lunch.

As Naruto awoke, he took long, deep yawns and large stretches several times before his nose twitched, smelling food. He took a couple of minutes to look around the strange room and register where he was; Sasuke's house. He plopped off the couch onto the floor, still half asleep, and practically had to drag himself to Sasuke's kitchen table and sit down in a chair. Another big yawn escaped his mouth as he watched Sasuke finish making breakfast, cooking was such a bore.

Sasuke put the eggs, bacon and hash browns on some china plates and set them at the table with some silverware, then sat down himself. "Why are we eating American food today, Sasuke?" Naruto looked down at his food, not that he minded so much but he wasn't exactly used to it.

"Because it was the closest thing at hand at the time, now eat. It is not proper to talk at the table while eating." Sasuke smirked as Naruto frowned, he had completely forgotten about agreeing to be taught the proper – as Sasuke put it - way to do things.

Naruto shut up because he could find nothing else to talk about at the moment due to his still half asleep state. They ate in silence, every now and then broken by a bird chirping his morning song outside.

After they finished eating they went upstairs to Sasuke's room to change. Only, Naruto had no clothes in his part of the dresser at the moment. Sighing, Sasuke lent him another pair of his clothes and they left to go clothes shopping; something that neither of them particularly wanted to do at the moment. They walked the entire way to the clothes store in silence, lost in their own thoughts and not registering the looks they were getting from the common passer-by; they weren't exactly used to seeing the two walking together and not trying to kill each other.

All that changed once they got to the clothing store, however, because once Naruto saw the huge variety of clothes he practically danced from rack to rack looking for clothes he liked. Sasuke sighed, it seemed to him that Naruto had finally gotten his hyper activeness back. To tell the truth, it was awkward walking in silence with Naruto; he was so used to the blonds non-stop talking he was surprised when he didn't.

"Sasuke, I've got what I want! We can go now!" Naruto yelled from the other end of the store. It had taken him 2 hours and 17 minutes exactly to go through all the clothes and pick out the ones he had wanted.

Sasuke cringed as he saw all the other customers in the store look between Naruto and Sasuke in confusion, now not wondering why they weren't trying to kill each other, but why they were shopping together. As Naruto sprinted to Sasuke and handed him the clothes he picked out he decided to give Naruto a piece of his mind. "Don't yell across a store like that!"

"Why not? I yell at you all the time…"

"Because 1. It disturbs the other customers and 2. It's embarrassing! Did you see the looks the other people gave us? Maybe they think we're... maybe they… oh no!" Sasuke glared at Naruto and walked away to the counter, leaving Naruto looking dumbfounded. What would they think they were?

The raven haired boy stalked out of the store, forcing Naruto to run after him to catch up, yelling for him to wait and being utterly ignored. The customers continued to stare at the door for five minutes after they left before continuing their shopping, but not without a long string of gossip to start that would soon spread throughout the entire village. Since, after all, most of the customers in the store were women and women were notorious for their gossiping, especially in Konoha.

Naruto kept yelling at Sasuke for not waiting and questioning him about his earlier statement while folding his clothes and unsuccessfully trying to get them into the dresser. The reason why he was unsuccessful in getting his new clothes into the dresser was because of Sasuke. The raven head had also bought some clothes and was putting his away first, since it was his dresser in the first place, and also because every time Naruto folded something Sasuke unfolded it and made Naruto refold it again, saying he had done it wrong.

The blond glared at Sasuke and finally he threw up his hands in frustration after Sasuke had unfolded his shirt for the eleventh time, his shirt landing on the floor between the two boys. "I would fold the clothes properly if I knew how to! Why don't you teach me? That way I can fold the clothes properly and you don't have to nag me every time I get it wrong!" Sasuke stared at him… just stared is all, he didn't do anything else, not even blink.

… "Sasuke, hellooooooo?" Naruto waved his hand in front of Sasuke's face, trying to get the other's attention. Sasuke grabbed his hand in the middle of one of its waves and glared at the hand. He hadn't even thought of teaching Naruto how to fold clothes, even though he had told himself earlier he was going to, because he was so caught up in thinking about other things. He was hardly even thinking when folding his own clothes and putting them away.

Naruto glanced at the hand that Sasuke was holding and then looked at Sasuke himself. "Sasuke?" The raven haired head shook back and forth ever so slightly for a second before he literally stuffed the rest of his clothes into his drawer, grabbed Naruto's shirt from the floor, and folded it for him.

"Did you catch that Naruto? How to fold shirts that is."

"Eh? Oh, sorry… I didn't, could you show me again?" Naruto handed Sasuke another shirt and watched carefully as Sasuke folded it slowly for him, and took in all of the precise movements and perfect folds. He had never known Sasuke to be so good at house work; he'd make the perfect, and hottest, house wife, except for the fact that he was a male and therefore couldn't technically be called a wife. Next Sasuke showed him how to fold pants, then socks and lastly boxers.

Naruto grabbed another one of the shirts that Sasuke had got him and started to fold it; he had gotten 7 shirts, 5 pants, 3 pairs of pajamas and 8 boxers, just because the boxers had such awesome designs on them.

"Can't be helped, you're still sloppy at folding clothes, but with practice you will get better."

"Aaahhhhhhhhh!" Naruto fell down backwards and grabbed his head.

"What did you do this time, dobe?" Sasuke stared down at him and grinned.

"I just remembered something! We never got all of the other things I need! You know, like bath supplies, a toothbrush and toothpaste and all those other hygiene products that I'll need!"

Sasuke cursed to himself for forgetting such an important fact. And it didn't help that Naruto had also forgotten, so being the usual Sasuke that he was he blamed it all on Naruto and they got into a big argument over who was at fault. Meanwhile, they were still folding clothes and insulting each other, and before they knew it all of the clothes were folded and put away, they had nothing better to do so they started to grapple with one another.

Naruto punched at the raven haired boy but he sidestepped and grabbed the collar of Naruto's shirt - which was actually his shirt - and pulled the blond closer to him, their faces inches apart and eyes glaring into the other's eyes, daring the other to try something. Of course Naruto just had to take the challenge and kneed Sasuke in the gut before he could dodge the offending limb.

Just as Sasuke stood up and tried to kick Naruto, he fell face first to the floor. Naruto stopped his preparations to dodge Sasuke's kick and stared at the raven haired boy. "What are you doing down there, Sasuke? Worshipping my feet?" Naruto gave a feeble laugh but it didn't last long because of the confused look on Sasuke's face.

"No! It's just… I just fell, is all." Sasuke collected his cool and stood up and pretended to brush off some dust on his clothes that weren't there at all. He didn't dare tell Naruto that he thought he had seen a flash of yellow tail, a yellow tail that looked oddly like a yellow, rubber ducks tail.

Hehehe, yes, a cliffhanger! How shall the revenge bidden rubber duck act next? Read the next chapter – when I actually get around to writing it – and find out!