AN: Bah, please don't kill me guys! I know I said I'd have this chapter up by like.. last thursday... but I got sidetracked. My humble apologies TT Here is chapter four for your viewing and reading pleasure, we've actually got a bit of boy love at the end of this chappy :gasp:
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Vicadin-Tea: Heh, of course. I didn't realize how close they were to each other. When I go back and re-edit my past chapters I'll add it into those, as well. Thanks for pointing it out :)
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Side effects, god damned side effects. What the heck kind of a messed up jutsu had side effects? Sure, he'd heard of poisoned weapons, even had his fair share thrown his way. Poison was a side effect he could live with. Kind of. A jutsu created by the most perverted man Konoha had ever seen with side effects, that he could not live with. Well, he didn't want to, anyhow. Because damn if those side effects didn't like to kick in at the worst possible times. And he wasn't even the one with the sleeping problem.
Sasuke huffed and crossed his arms. Damn Naruto. Damn him. Damn, he needed to stop saying damn. Or thinking it. Or whatever. Just... damn. This was NOT fair. Why was he the one saddled with this problem? All he had done was follow every higher ninja's exact order in life, from Kakashi's stupid cat chasing missions to Tsunade's odd ball requests for him to go check on Naruto in the middle of the night. He hadn't once stepped out of line. Well, there were a few times that things didn't go according to plan, but most of those were Naruto's fault. All of them, actually. Not to mention this little beauty of a mission. What did he do to deserve all this? He could have sworn that he had earned a life time of good karma after watching his brother murder his entire family in front of his eyes for 24 hours straight. Honestly.
And yet, here he was, Uchiha Sasuke, babysitting Konoha's number one idiot because the dobe couldn't stay awake long enough to say shuriken. How in the name of Jiraiya was he supposed to explain to Naruto what he had to do to rid himself of this bothersome sleep problem if he couldn't keep him awake?
Mind you, a sleeping Naruto was the best kind of Naruto. You couldn't be bothered by a sleeping Naruto (well, he had thought this up until said Naruto kept falling asleep ON him), a sleeping Naruto couldn't mooch money off of you for ramen, a sleeping Naruto couldn't talk to you constantly (it would seem he could talk in his sleep, though). But most of all, a sleeping Naruto wouldn't put up much of a fight if a not so sleeping Sasuke decided to ravish him. He might even go along with it if Sasuke timed it right. Not that he would do that, of course. It was morally wrong. And, you know, Sasuke didn't really want to kiss Naruto. Because that was just weird. Really weird. And wrong. And Sasuke wasn't weird or wrong, ever. Actually, he was a little weird, he'd honestly had people tell him that. But that was only because he was silent and gave people glares. It was NOT because he was gay.
He wasn't, he had never thought of guys like that before. And that wasn't a lie. Honest. Just a little bending of the truth. Because he really hadn't thought about guys. Just... guy. Just Naruto, and really, could you even consider Naruto a guy? No male in their right mind would willingly turn into a female, even to get something they really, really wanted. Especially not a naked one and especially not if it involved seducing perverted old men like Jiraiya. Of course, no one ever said anything about Naruto being in his right mind.
Sasuke spared a glance at the boy laying on his bed. He had brought Naruto to his own house after the meeting with Jiraiya and Tsunade, helpless as it was. There was no way he was going to spend countless bored hours in the blond's trash littered apartment, it was bad enough last night. Not that it wasn't enjoyable to sleep with Naruto. It just really and truly wasn't enjoyable. Yeah, he didn't make much sense, but he couldn't care less. There had to be someone up in heaven that hated him, there had to be. There was no way that this was all his bad luck.
Not that it was horrible to have Naruto asleep in his bed. He was actually kind of nice to watch when he wasn't trying to get on Sasuke's nerves. One arm thrown over his forehead, laying on his back with his mouth parted ever so slightly. Kissable. If he had to... you know... describe him in a girly romance novel sort of way. Because calling anyone, especially Naruto, kissable EVER was a serious offense, as described in the book of manliness, chapter ten, page 14, first paragraph. Denial was a pretty lousy emotion overall. If it was even an emotion.
On the bed, Naruto began to stir. Sasuke noticed and averted his eyes, staring at a bookshelf on the other wall. It wouldn't due to be caught staring, not at all. He hadn't even expected the boy to wake up this quickly, after experiencing the previous night's attack. In fact, he had fully planned to be in another room when it happened, instead of sitting in a chair next to the bed, watching over him like a hawk. Or a worried mother. Or something equally un-Sasuke.
However, the blond had a thing for bad timing, and as his eyes fluttered open to the daylight streaming through the blinds, the first thing his eyes were graced to see was, of course, Sasuke. A bad sight, no. A frightening one if you're used to waking up in a one room apartment all by your self, yes. And needless to say, after waking up to Sasuke not only once, but TWICE in a row, Naruto was a little scared. Not to mention the fact that he was in someone else's bed. He wouldn't have noticed if it hadn't been a good deal more comfortable than his own, but as it was it just added to the fright.
"...Erk," Wow, Naruto's eyes were really wide.
The boy had shot up in the bed as soon as he saw Sasuke's annoyed face staring at the bookshelf, quite confused and definitely scared. He slowly edged away from his peeved rival, trying valiantly to find the edge of the bed. Maybe if he moved slow enough the Uchiha prodigy wouldn't notice. And if he was lucky, once he reached the edge of the bed he could make a dash for the door. Or the window. Or a really thin wall.
Too bad Sasuke was one of the many lucky people in the world to be graced with what is called peripheral vision. Too bad Naruto wasn't quite awake enough to think about that before he moved. Too bad the other side of the bed was pressed up against a wall, and a thick one without windows no less. Damn. "Don't you dare try to run, dobe," yep, he was screwed.
Getting up from his chair, Sasuke made a grand presence of pushing it slowly aside before planting both palms on the bed and kneeling on the mattress, face level with Naruto's own just a few feet away. He was going to get this into that idiot head if he had to pound it in there. He was not going to watch over an unconscious, wet dream plagued, poor excuse for a ninja for the rest of his life, oh no. Which meant that he had to somehow keep Naruto still long enough to explain to him what he had to do. Not a problem, because he had a plan. A very dirty plan.
He crawled over to the boy, movements lethargic, not wanting to startle the wide eyed creature in front of him. That wouldn't do, he'd start channeling chakra, which was bad. He was not falling asleep on Sasuke again, no way in hell. Because, yeah, it had already been decided that Naruto was nice asleep. Nicer, in fact. But he was a liability to himself and to team seven it was just plain odd to have the blond not moving that much.
So he crawled, very, very slowly, and very, very carefully towards the boy. He came up close to him. Very, very close. Close like face-to-face, nose to nose, eyes so close that you have to cross them to see the other person properly close. Kind of like when Sasuke had pinned the boy before. He even had him locked to the wall, arms on either side of his blond, shaking form. Indeed, a rather familiar position, as was Sasuke's semi-evil, highly indecent plan.
"Alright, Naruto, do not move. Do not do anything. Just stay still, for the love of my sanity and your life," the whisper was harsh.
"...Erk?" Naruto's vocabulary was far from wide at the moment.
The blond's eyes held an obvious air of confusion. What was wrong with him that had Sasuke worried? There were very few things that could happen to the kyuubi holder that would worry Uchiha Sasuke, and Naruto had been fairly sure that anything life threating to himself was nothing for the ebony haired boy to worry over. He wanted to get rid of him, didn't he?
Of course, that wouldn't account for the kiss that Sasuke had graced him with earlier. Unless it really was just a prank. But Naruto had never pinned Sasuke as the pranking type. Vengeful, yes, but Naruto had never done anything bad enough to warrant honest payback from his rival. Well, nothing he could remember. And the blond was honestly beginning to believe that Sasuke liked kissing him. Or didn't mind it too terribly much, at the very least, because hell if he wasn't doing it again.
Yes, Sasuke had once again pressed his lips against Naruto's own, effectively shutting up the blond's mental process. Why did he keep doing that! Not that the boy was complaining, but it was vaguely unnerving. Unfortunately, the kiss was far from deep, and was over before Naruto had the chance to turn his mind back on and process it completely. Sasuke pulled back a bit, "Pay attention to what I'm telling you, idiot, it's important."
Naruto had the sense to glare, "I am paying attention,"
"No, you're thinking. For once. So listen to me. Jiraiya cast some sort of jutsu on you, and whenever you channel chakra, you fall asleep,"
"Eh! Ero-sennin did what! I swear, I'm going to KILL that old man, why'd he have to go and mess me up for?" Naruto made a move to rise, all thoughts of Sasuke and kisses and other strange things pushed to the back of his mind for later, possibly even forgotten.
"NO! You will NOT leave this house until you learn to control your chakra, dobe," Sasuke's body, still positioned in front of the blond's, stopped Naruto from going anywhere.
Naruto growled at the boy, but he was ignored. "I've been assigned to babysit you until you learn to control your damn chakra, and I refuse to look over you for the rest of our lives. And I figure the only way you're not channeling chakra is if you stay inside. No human contact, other than me, of course, and you should be fine." Sasuke seemed to have an odd look in his eyes, and Naruto didn't like it.
"That, and the fact that you having erotic dreams about me in public gets slightly embarrassing."
Another growl from Naruto, Sasuke really needed to learn to keep his mouth shut around the other boy, otherwise he'd end up passing out again. Which it very much looked like might happen, because Naruto had tackled him and there was no way Sasuke was going down without a fight. But then again, would winning a wrestling match really be worth the impending narcolepsy that would surely take over the blond? Probably, but there were better solutions anyways. No one had the pleasure of being kissed by Uchiha Sasuke and simply forgot about it a minute later. Oh no. Naruto was in for it now.
Sasuke let the blond tackle him to the ground next to the bed, landing hard and sliding a few feet before flipping Naruto over and pinning him down with another kiss. Yeah, he had a control thing. But damn if Naruto wasn't hot when he was pinned.
He moved his mouth against Naruto's slightly, once the blond froze yet again from shock. He really should be getting used to this by now, it wasn't like Sasuke hadn't done it twice already. And quite frankly, he planned on doing it again. Pulling away slightly, he whispered lightly against the blond's mouth, "You can kiss back, you know,"
Naruto paused for a second before tentatively leaning up to close the half inch barrier of air between them, kissing Sasuke this time. Ok, so it probably wasn't one of his dreams, but it seemed that Sasuke wasn't testing him or looking for a reason to murder him, so he went along with the strange urges that his sleep fogged mind were pushing to the front of his consciousness and gave into the temptation. Oh yeah, life was pretty good.
... Growl. Nope, that wasn't Sasuke growling at Naruto for confirming some inane suspicion that they were both gay. It was Naruto's stomach. Because he hadn't eaten in over a day and that was much, much too long for one Uzumaki Naruto to be food deprived, much less ramen deprived. A sheepish grin met Sasuke's glare, and the ebony haired youth sighed. He heaved himself off the tantalizing body beneath him and started for the kitchen. It probably wouldn't due to starve the guy, Tsunade might kill him. They'd just have to continue this later.
AN: So how was it? Good? Ok? Absolute shit? Review and share your opinions! Next chapter up sometime this week. Honest this time XD If I'm not you can take away my yaoi collection for the rest of my life!
