AN: K.. Sunday's the end of the week, right? And since the end of the end of the week is midnight, and it is now 10:52 pm, I win :D Darn life and its not stopping to let me write :( Thank you everyone, once again, for your wonderful reviews! It keeps me writing, even if my pace is slow :(

Disclaimer: No own, nope. Not at all, not in the least. Iruka's hot.


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Ramen. Ramen ramen ramen ramen! Naruto simply could not believe that he had actually convinced Sasuke to go out and BUY him ramen. Yes, that's right. Uzumaki Naruto, ninja extraordinary, had honestly and truly convinced the stoic, uncompromising Uchiha heir to dish out money not only for food, but food for Naruto. Naruto's FAVORITE food no less. He was simply amazed.

After their little... session... Sasuke had gotten up and moved over to his kitchen cabinets to search for sustenance for the food deprived blond. Unfortunately, Sasuke wasn't really one for entertaining much, or really at all, and thus was lacking in anything good to eat. Like food. Of any kind. After looking over his shoulder to gage his guests reaction, which constituted of a look of pure astonishment and horror, jaw dropped and eyes wide, he sighed and moved towards the bedroom once again.

If Naruto's expressions could be read correctly, and, with the blond's emotional range it was hard not to, the boy was in agony from the lack of food. Well, probably not agony. With all of the ramen that Naruto consumed he probably had enough stored away in his body to last a good week or two. However, Sasuke didn't like dealing with complaining Naruto's under any circumstance, and when Naruto got hungry, he started to complain. Loudly. And that, coupled with his growling stomach, which at the moment had a voice as loud as Naruto's, was not the ideal situation to spend a good deal of time in the company of. And this was why he was currently in search of his wallet, getting ready to go out and hunt down some ramen for the blond.

It was not, at all, in the least because he felt any hint of pity for the boy. Yeah, he was cute when his eyes were all wide and big and blue like that, and he was a pretty pitiful site to see when he was hungry. But Sasuke didn't do pity. Nor did he do kindness. This was because he had to. It was not because Naruto had somehow managed, in the past two days no less, to weasel his way into the Uchiha's life and cause the little arrow on his so carefully kept up manly meter to drop like a lead weight tied to a drowning fat man. Not at all. He still had some pride for god's sake. He hoped. And, begging the deities of life, who were probably off somewhere giggling at his misfortunes, to at least let him keep a little bit of this pride, he snatched up his wallet, pulled on his sandals, told Naruto to stay put and slammed the door behind himself.

And put Naruto stayed. Or something. Actually, he wandered around Sasuke's house, poking into drawers, looking through closets and boxes and examining cabinets. But he didn't leave the house, as that's what he assumed the boy had really meant, because privacy was for old men and stuck up ladies. Neither of which was Sasuke, to his knowledge, thus, su casa es mi casa and all that good stuff made it perfectly acceptable for Naruto to check out where he was staying. He didn't, however, plan to be poking around when Sasuke returned. Nope. That would not do at all, because while Sasuke did not, in any way, resemble an old man or stuck up lady, the boy was undeniably anal.

Heh... anal. Oh, bad thoughts Naruto. Just keep sifting through Sasuke's junk and don't think about him and kissing and stuff. Because, while Naruto considered himself a very fine ninja, he was not ready to really face the consequences of what he and Sasuke had done. It was just... too weird. Yeah, he'd dreamt about it. But he was a teenage male, he was supposed to dream about weird stuff and get off to it. He was not supposed to kiss his rival. Or have his rival kiss him, really. But the point was, it wasn't supposed to happen. And it did, and he liked it and that wasn't really... good. Was it?

He didn't know. All he knew was that he had other stuff to think about, like the jutsu that Jiraiya had performed on him, and why Sasuke would have a loofah of all things in his bathroom, and a very nice scented bottle of body wash, but no decent bubble bath. But mainly the Jiraiya thing. Although the soap was fairly confusing.

Uh oh, that was definitely the sound of a lock being turned, and that meant that a doorknob was about to suffer the same fate. And more than likely, if Sasuke caught Naruto playing with his body wash, Naruto's fate would probably be a lot worse than that of either the lock or the knob. And thus, he shoved the plastic bottle back into its position, dropped the sponge back into the tub and dashed for the couch where Sasuke had left him earlier.

The door knob turned, the hinges creaked. The door was pushed open to allow the light of day to shine into the dimly lit room, sillouhetting the figure in the entryway all in black. It was an ominous sight if ever Naruto had seen one, and he had seen quite a few being a ninja of Konoha village. The figure was carrying a bag. Not your typical serial killer weapon, but Naruto supposed one had to do with what one had.

"Naruto... why are you sweating?" Sasuke, why do you have to be so observant?

"It's.. eh... It's warm in here?" oh, nice excuse if he did say so himself.

"No, it's really not," Damn you, Uchiha.

Against his better judgment, Sasuke shook his head and moved towards the kitchen after closing the door behind him. Sometimes Naruto was weirder than he was, but he supposed that's what happened when you grew up shunned. It messed with your head. He set the bag down on the table and started to pull out the contents, three bowls of pork ramen. One for him and two for Naruto. Seriously, when did he become so nice? It was frightening, honestly, and he didn't really like it. Whatever.

Wait. Something was off. Microwave, check. Oven, check. Can opener, check. Blender. Not check. Where was his blender? Yes, he had a blender. No, it was not unmanly, he just liked healthy fruit smoothies. They were refreshing after a hard work out. It was perfectly masculine, because lots of males enjoyed smoothies. The fact that he had the art of the strawberry banana smoothie down to a perfect mixture of just the right amount of ice, banana, strawberry and sugar, and could probably make one better than any other male ever alive meant nothing. Nothing. What did mean something was the fact that his blender was no longer on his counter, and that Naruto was acting much too suspicious for these events to not be related.

"Oi, dobe. Where's my blender?" Did that sound gay? Sasuke thought it did.

"Blender?" Was that a stutter in his voice?

What HAD Naruto done with the blender? He hadn't realized he had misplaced. Of course, it's hard to put everything back in the exact order it was found in if you've never been in a place before. Especially if you root through several objects at a time before this happened, and didn't have a particularly good memory to begin with. Like Naruto. Oops.

"Eh, I didn't even know you had a blender, Sasuke," get off the couch, inch towards the door, he might not notice your escape.

Dammit, never mind. Sasuke had appeared in the doorway, and if he had looked like a murderer before, it was nothing compared to now. He could have rivaled Mr. Bates, especially with that butcher's knife in his hand. Well, it was more like a butter knife that he had absently picked up off the counter, intending to put in the sink. However, the blender ordeal led him to believe that someone had been snooping through his stuff. And that made him angry. Thus he bypassed the sink and headed straight for the doorway to confront the snooper. He honestly had no intention of stabbing Naruto with a dull, barely serrated blade, really.

He crossed the room, utensil still clutched tightly in his grip, and cornered Naruto. Flexing his free hand a bit he raised it, then slowly lowered it back to his side. No, he would not choke, kill or maim Naruto, not when he would be so helpless after he fell asleep from trying to channel chakra and save himself. That would be dishonorable, and even if Sasuke was currently lacking in dignity, pride and manliness, he still had his honor.

"Naruto," a fake smile through clenched teeth accompanied a pained look and a slight twitch to one eye, "what did you do while I was gone?"

"Uh.. I sat and stuff,"

"Stuff like... go through my stuff stuff?" the twitch was getting worse.

"Uh... no," Ok, Naruto was running out of excuses.

Maybe he could just make a dash for it. Sasuke would be surprised and, hopefully, wouldn't have enough time to react. Hopefully. He was Sasuke, and Sasuke wasn't easily surprised. And even when he was he had the odd ability to still react quickly. But Naruto was running out of options as fast as he was running out of his ever so wonderful excuses, and it seemed that this was one of the better ones. Of course, he could always try distracting Sasuke. Maybe the boy would forget? Or at least forget long enough to let the anger cool down.

That one seemed like a bit better of a choice. Much better, actually. Less painful if he were to be caught, at least. And probably more fun for the both of them. And so, Uzumaki Naruto came to the brilliant decision that, in order to remove himself from this messy situation in which he had created for himself, he should kiss Uchiha Sasuke, thus creating a different situation, albeit still a bit messy. A good messy, though. The kind of messy that was very, very distracting.

So, for the first time ever, Naruto kissed Sasuke. And needless to say, the black haired boy was a bit shocked, though he wasn't really complaining. It was a bit hard to complain, after all, when one had such an enthusiastic pair of lips pressed to one's own. Not that he would have complained if it were at all possible, because, quite frankly, Naruto was a damn good kisser. Sasuke had to wonder to himself where he had learned to kiss so well, but chalked it up to natural talent. After all, who would want to kiss that mouth. Yeah, Sasuke. That's who.

Needless to say, the kiss was a good one. However, it didn't suffice to completely lure the sharingan user's mind away from the misplaced blender and other such anomalies in his household. What did, on the other hand, was a limp Naruto, unconscious in his arms. Growl. "Oh for the love of..."

Apparently Naruto used a lot of energy when he kissed. Enough that his body channeled chakra. Amazing. Could the idiot GET any stupider? Sasuke didn't think so, although it was Naruto, and anything was possible with Naruto. He sighed, heaved the boy onto his shoulder and headed for the bedroom. At least he was cute when he was asleep.

He placed the blond on the bed and half glared down at the boy. That was a good kiss, too, and the stupid idiot had to go and ruin everything after he actually took initiative. Damn it. He supposed he should go put the ramen away. Did noodles have to be refrigerated? Hell if he knew, but he supposed it would be best.

With one last glance at his rival (was he even his rival anymore? Yeah, that would never change. They were just... closer rivals?) he turned and walked to the kitchen. Placing the bag into the fridge, he paused mid motion and stared in awe and amusement. So that's where the idiot put the blender. Shaking his head and grinning a little bit (oh dear, there went the rest of his image of toughness. Good thing no one was watching.) he pulled the appliance from its cold confinement and placed it back on the counter. WHAT was Naruto thinking?

He yawned. A very large, lion like yawn. He hadn't slept very well the night before, and hadn't had much of a chance to rest today, and the slowly setting sun was reminding him just how long it had been since he had fully relaxed. Maybe the blond had the right idea about passing out. With a little smirk, he trekked once more to his bedroom, shucked off his shirt (damn high neck made it ever so uncomfortable to sleep in. Yes, he did sound like a wuss. But it was.) and climbed in next to Naruto, pulling the snoring boy to his chest. He really couldn't wait to see the blond's reaction in the morning when he woke up to find himself once more atop Sasuke. That would be an interesting wake up call indeed.

AN: Whee! The end of chapter 5! I have no idea how long this will be. I said 8 chapters maybe in my profile, but that was a completely random, yet still reasonable sounding number. Will it be 8 chapters long? Probably not. Will it be less? I doubt it. I know where this is going, but I dont know how long it will be. How sad is that?

Anywho, keep up the reviews to keep up my writing :D next chapter up: Sometime next week. We hope. :)