Back by popular demand! I decided to write a Saturday one. I might do a Sunday one. This is a bonus chapter, so yea, enjoy. They're older now, both of them, yaaaay for that. Adventures of Naruto and Sasuke living together! READ AND REVIEW!

Saturday – Always Comes Too Late

"SASUKE!" Not even ten o'clock and the bright silence of a Saturday morning was already interrupted. Saturday, a day without work, without alarm clocks, and without school, yet for some strange reason with blond hair, Sasuke was woken up. "WHERE DO YOU PUT THE FLOUR!"

"It's in the same place it always is, dobe."

"Where's that!"

Growling, Sasuke pulled the pillow over his head, begging not to wake up completely. The week had been hell. Six missions in five days and one overnight trip, the coffee machine had broken, and the whole house smelled like ammonia because of the bottle that had broken when Naruto opened a cabinet (and for the entire Uchiha mansion, that was a very big smell). "It's above the fridge."

"Thank you!"

Three years and the idiot still didn't know his way around. Then again, they had only moved back into the mansion last month. The apartment had grown cramped, close and uncomfortable. Mostly by cockroaches.

Sleep was once again beginning to drift over Sasuke's heavy eyelids when another loud yell came from below, quickly followed by a tell-tale clatter, and the usual, "EVERYTHING'S FINE." It would be as long as Sasuke didn't see it and Naruto cleaned it up before he got downstairs. Last night had been better. Sasuke had finally gotten back at midnight, tiptoeing into their room to find the blond ninja already snoring into covers. Too tired to care, Sasuke had gotten in with his clothes on, set upon sleeping until noon the next day, when a soft lump huddled his shoulder. Smiling in the least bit, Sasuke had leaned his head back against Naruto's and kissed his nose. But no, this morning he was alone, tired, cranky, and helplessly listening to the horrible sounds coming from the kitchen.

A loud curse was the final straw. Throwing the covers off, Sasuke stood up and groggily made his way out the bedroom door and down the long hall. The cold wood stung on his numb feet, but he just wanted to find the ruckus and end it. Not that living with Naruto's ruckus was bad; it just wore Sasuke down… constantly. There were the whines, the falls, the breaking of heirlooms, the pouting from not getting the right kind of attention, the squeaks from tripping in the shower, the never-ceasing array of clothes on the ground, the piling dirty dishes, and the chaos. But would he end it? With Naruto the cons dreadfully outweighed the pros.

"Dobe," Sasuke growled as he poked his head into the kitchen. "What are you doing?" He stopped talking when the eyes took in the sight. Batter was all over the countertop, soiled bowls and pans were in the sink, eggshells littered the ground, and flour was dusting the blond hair. Guilty, Naruto watched his lover, pleading with sky-eyes for him not to be angry. On the table, arranged on a tray, was a plate of pancakes with two swirls of syrup for eyes and an orange slice for a mouth, next to a cup of green tea. Very slowly, after he was sure Sasuke wouldn't start yelling, Naruto stuttered out, "I-I'm sorry about the mess, I'll clean it right up-"

"What is that?"

"…I made you breakfast… cause Shikamaru said your week really sucked."

"…Oh."

Inwardly, Sasuke kicked himself for ever hating those stupid habits Naruto had. The cons didn't outweigh the pros; they just hid them for a while. Naruto was sweet, playful, energetic, devoted, and loyal, loyal to the point of compassion. With his arms, Sasuke pulled his lover into a warm hug and kissed his flour-covered cheek.

"You're not mad?" The phrase ended with a slight gasp as a cold hand found its way onto the very familiar terrain of Naruto's stomach.

"Kind of hard to be mad at the mess you love."

"Oh…HEY!" They shared a sloppy kiss in the kitchen. Sasuke ate his breakfast and went back to bed. Naruto helped Sasuke eat his breakfast and went back to bed with him. The dishes lay forgotten in the sink until the next day.