Woohoo! Teamwork!Sasuke is talking to me again:goes to work on his chapter in the main fic:
He's comfortable, sprawled on soft fur covering warm, squirming bodies. He doesn't care if he's squishing his littermates. They're making him a bumpy nest on which to drape himself. When one of them whines and tries to squirm free, he nips. And then they yelp -- especially since it's hard to say which ear belongs to which sibling, and sometimes he misses and they all start fighting. They tumble against each other until they get tired out and he invariably wins again. And then he sprawls on them and naps, and then he starts over. It's fun.
He wakes up face down on his bed, upper body on his pillow, legs on the bunched up blankets, the mattress bumpy from piles of clothes he was too tired to put away. His back aches like a son of a bitch, and he's got the headache from hell. The worst, though, is that he's jealous of Kyuubi, because if that dream wasn't just a result of his subconscious fucking with him, his furry tenant didn't start life in loneliness.
And the bastard already abused them back then.
He wonders if the fox regrets, now. He wonders if he can even feel regret.
Naruto calls himself a bleeding heart, and tries to forget about it. He needs an aspirin now.