PURPOSE by Kiraya
Disclaimer: …Nope, Naruto's still not mine. Sigh.
Warnings: Oodles of spoilerific fun for those who aren't up-to-date on the manga; slightly AU (hey, I can't predict what Kishimoto-sensei's going to do with 'em when they're all grown up). Some blink-and-you'll-miss-it SasuNaru here and there (take it platonically or not… it's up to you).
For this installment specifically, naughty words.
Author's Notes: Time for a little background. This all started with a rather morbid picture of Sasuke as described in the first installment, holding his precious trophies (watch this space for a link to it on DeviantArt), and grew from there. I have no set plan for this, and no real plot, either. It's pretty much just a series of drabbly little scenes to explore the complex relationship between Sasuke and Naruto, but especially from Sasuke's side, examining the emotional changes he experiences as he goes from being a driven man with nothing left to something resembling a normal individual. It may turn shounen-ai, and it may not. I'm just letting the characters take me where they want to go.
Enjoy.
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Beating the living shit out of each other became the favourite hobby of Uzumaki Naruto and Uchiha Sasuke. Lucky for them, it only ended with one or both of them hospitalised about once a week.
The doctors didn't see it as nearly so fortunate, however.
They were in the same room they often shared, recuperating after a particularly vicious bout that had very nearly ended with a Rasengan-hewn crater in the stone head of the Godaime Hokage, just recently carved into the cliff face next to her predecessors. The doctors had left them only a few moments previously, finally finished with their scolding.
Sasuke gingerly reached to fold his arms behind his head, wincing slightly. Staring at the ceiling, he muttered something under his breath.
Naruto turned his head and blinked at him, stupefied. "Whaaaaaaaa…?"
The last Uchiha repeated himself a little louder, still barely audible. "…Idiot," he added.
The blond's left eye twitched even as that huge grin of his spread across his face. "No problem… bastard."
"Fucker."
"Asshole."
"Dead-last."
"Why you—!"
When Sakura came in to check on them, she found them passed out on the floor, sporting fresh new bruises. Naruto still had his hands wrapped around Sasuke's neck.
"Men," their teammate grumbled, smiling even as she rolled her eyes.
Some things never changed.
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End Act II. 2 December 2004.