Disclaimer: -sigh- No, I don't own Naruto. I only own my bad writing skillz and this story
Sasuke sighed. Training had been horrible. Naruto had messed up as usual, and Sakura didn't do it too well either. Being the best could be so exhausting sometimes.
Actually, he hadn't slept the whole night because of fangirls who all wanted to be the first one to give him, Uchiha Sasuke his birthday present. Yes, it was his birthday. Not that he cared. Hn. He had better things to do
But.. It surprised him that Naruto hadn't said anything at all, he was not being his loud, obnoxious self. Not even an insult or a comment came his way.
'Hn. I guess he's mad at me for receiving so much presents' Sasuke thought to himself, smirking at the thought.
With his right hand, he attempted to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and with his left he opened the ash grey door to his apartment. He stepped in, and /tried/ to close the door. And again, tried. He pulled a little bit harder. Fuck. The damn door chose not to close. He turned around, and saw it wasn't the door's fault, because there was a foot stuck between the door and its wall. Wait – A foot?
'Naruto! What the heck are you doing here? You just could've knocked, you know?' he opened the door.
'Yea, I know, but I followed you to your apartment because, well, it's your birthday right? And since I don't have much money and all, you know, I just wanted to – Oh, to hell with it,' he said, took a step forward and wrapped his arms around the Uchiha in a warm and tight embrace.
'Happy birthday, bastard,' he whispered.
Yes. I know Sasuke's birthday was four days ago, but when I wrote it I couldn't submit it to ff. net yet - Btw, look out for my new story, I'm working on it for aaaaages and I can't get the first chapter done. See ya!