Mee fist Narootoe fissy! Don't you hate when people type like that? Anyway, yep, my first Naruto fic. Hope you like it.

Warning! I'm a fluff queen! And maybe OOCness.

Disclaimer: The cute characters ain't mine.

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His Lovable Fool

"Thanks for the nice tip, sir! Come again!" The teenage waitress waved happily to the dark-haired young man that was heading for the exit. He paused as he was about to open the door, noticing how it was raining cats and dogs outside. When had it start raining?

Sasuke scowled lightly at the nasty weather. He was a bit surprised that it had started to pour outside and he didn't even notice. This was all Naruto's fault! That crazy blond had been on his mind all day. He figured that if he had a nice long walk and preoccupied his mind with the daily nonsense he was used to, he could have some piece of mind.

But who was he kidding? Sasuke came to terms with the fact that he was madly in love with his best friend for weeks now. He was just terrified to take a chance to try and move their relationship to another level, even if the dumb blond was interested. Which he wasn't…right?

The lovely Uchiha glanced at the coat rack next to the door and grabbed a random black umbrella that was hanging on it. He would just give it back tomorrow. No one would miss it.

He opened it up and took a look down the dark streets. Just as he thought, there weren't many people out at eleven at night. Well, except the drunk in the alley who was having a descriptive conversation with his pet rock. Sasuke hurried down the opposite street which was, thank goodness, the way he was supposed to be going.

His thoughts went back to his obnoxious teammate. He was already fearful of telling Naruto how he felt and the party Kiba threw two months ago didn't help things. Well, maybe a little. He'd never admit it, but he had enjoyed himself greatly at the little get-together.

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It was just him and a small group of close friends, so he didn't think twice when Kiba shoved a glass of clear liquid in his hand and demanded the moody man to 'take the stick out of his ass', he believed that's how the dog-boy so beautifully put it. Now, Sasuke was no fool. He knew he had just been offered some alcohol, which he never drinks, but figured why not loosen up for once.

He could relax a bit since there was no Kakashi-sensei or Naruto to blackmail him with anything he did at the party. The older man probably had better things to do, plus it was just the younger folks and his loud friend said he wasn't going since he was too tired from his last mission and wanted undisturbed sleep.

Those facts made the Uchiha wonder why he was there then. Oh, yeah, he was lonely…and bored. Why not waste some time with some drunken ninjas? He gave the drink one last stare and gulped it down quickly, causing him to have a coughing fit at the burning sensation running down his throat.

"Hey, take it easy, man. There's no need to guzzle." The brown-haired young man said, patting Sasuke on the back.

"Shut up and keep 'em coming." Kiba scoffed.

"You're probably one of those mean drunks. Here." He handed the black-eyed man a half-full bottle of something. "Knock yourself out."

Which Sasuke gladly did and regretted a couple hours later as he wobbled his way upstairs to one of the many rooms in the dog owners' house. Flipping the light on, he stumbled over to the bed and sat against the headboard, nearly half asleep as soon as his eyes closed. He felt sleep about to overcome him, when voices could be heard on the other side of the door. The doorknob jiggled for a minute or two until someone finally opened it and shoved a tipsy loser in the room.

Sasuke was suddenly a lot more sober than he was a minute ago and lifted his head off the headboard. He didn't know who pushed the inebriated fool in the room, but he could have sworn he saw pink hair…

Naruto grinned widely at him and plopped down close to him. Very close. So close that the blond, after finishing his own drink, leaned his head on the older man's shoulder. Sasuke was taken aback for a bit until he heard a mumble.

"What?" He asked, blond hair tickling his face. His friend scooted to sit behind him, but still close, and propped his chin on the black-eyed boy's shoulder.

"I said 'Why are you in here'?"

"I could ask you the same thing. I thought you were tired?" The paler male pushed golden locks out of Naruto's face.

"Couldn't sleep. Looks like I was missing one hell of a party." He mumbled, referring to the booming music downstairs, unconsciously wrapping his arms around Sasuke's waist. The older male leaned into the touch.

"I just wanted to be alone. Too many drunks together are annoying." Naruto chuckled, making Sasuke shiver pleasantly at the sound.

"Yeah, and we know how much you hate crowds." The older man nodded and sighed contently as the blond slowly started to massage his lower back.

"W-what are you doing?" The dark-haired boy asked as Naruto began lightly kissing his neck to add to his caressing.

"I'm just making sure you enjoy yourself." He answered in-between kisses. He gently turned the pale boy's face to his and wasted no time to deeply kiss him. Sasuke moaned slightly and eagerly kissed him back.

No! This is wrong. We're drunk! He doesn't really want me. It's just the alcohol! Sasuke shouted in his mind, but his body just wanted Naruto out of his pants as soon as possible. Both guys' shirts were discarded and the blonde's pants were undone when someone walked in on them. They looked like a couple of deer caught in headlights.

"Oh! Wow! I'm sorry." The person fumbled then quickly left. Sasuke rolled onto his back next to the tanned male, both panting hard at their activities. How could I be so stupid! Sasuke scolded himself and sat up, grabbing the closest shirt to him and quickly put it on.

Naruto's eyes caught his movement and he sat up, too.

"Where are y—,"

"I'm sorry, Naruto. This was a mistake." He could barely look at his friend as he bolted for the door and left. He missed the hurt look on his friend's face. Naruto sighed sadly and ran a hand through his yellow locks, then picked up the shirt off the floor. He scowled at it.

"That was my shirt, you stupid bastard!"

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Sasuke laughed quietly to himself at the memory of his friend's outburst as he continued to trudge down the dark street.

He remembered being angry at himself for losing control like that. That was one of the main reasons he didn't drink. It could turn perfectly fine, able persons into blubbering idiots. And even though he was not blubbering, he had still slipped up and almost screwed his friend that night, which would have ruined their relationship, even if he wasn't the one who initiated it.

He hadn't realized it at the time, but the goofy blond had been the one that started the whole smooch-fest. It was brought to Sasuke's attention when, after nearly a week of avoiding eye-contact, Naruto had apologized about what happened at the party. He was obviously tired of the uncomfortable silences and awkward moments and thought something should be done.

It suddenly hit the black-eyed young man that Naruto had kissed him first in that room…so maybe there was hope after all. He'd like to wish there was anyway. Sasuke wasn't going to get his hopes up. He never was the most optimistic of the bunch.

His nice black shoes splashed in a puddle as he continued in the pouring rain, lost in thought.

When his shock faded after the loser's apology, he asked for forgiveness, too, and, of course, Naruto forgave him quickly and they were back to normal. It seemed as though their relationship had gotten better, actually.

The loser and the prodigy were always seen together. Training, hanging out, getting in to trouble, whatever the situation, you could almost guarantee one was with the other. Unfortunately, today was one of those rare days where, because of different schedules or other complicated circumstances, the attractive Uchiha was alone. It made him realize just how much time he had been spending with his other teammate, since it actually felt strange walking home alone…and lonely.

Sasuke sighed almost sadly at his depressing thoughts. Damn it! Get it together, fool! He frowned unconsciously at the ground as it continued to pour. After a couple of more minutes of staring at the wet ground, he turned down a familiar street.

He looked a little shocked when he looked up at the small house he was walking toward. He had apparently walked toward Naruto's house without even realizing it. He blinked blankly at it. I should probably hurry up and get away from here. If Naruto saw me standing in the rain outside his home, he would think I was stalking him. Naruto would probably tease him forever and he'd never live it down.

He sped up his pace a bit but slowed back down once he was in a safe distance from the loudmouth's house. Sasuke was in no hurry to get back home. It's just cold, dark, and lonely there. He then growled to himself and shook his head. Stop moping, you punk!

But it was. That house was just a huge empty space; at least it was when it was just him there. With Naruto, or on rare occasions, Sakura, and/or Kakashi-sensei, it seemed less isolated and cold and a lot more welcoming. Sasuke'd never told any of them, but he cherished those moments when they visited.

He really needed something else to think about. These thoughts were making him consider turning back around and knocking on the young blonde's door, even if it was nearly midnight.

Sasuke could see that park that he and Naruto would hang at some days. They would sit on one of the wooden benches and watch the sun set in comfortable silence. Now that he thought about it, those had seemed almost like dates. He bit his bottom lip in embarrassment at the allusion of that thought.

As he neared the park, he could see a figure sitting on a bench. Looks like a person, anyway. It could be someone's coat or something, though. When he was a bit closer he noticed spiky, blond hair. He froze. Naruto? Why is he out here in the rain?

Sasuke approached him very quietly and saw that it was indeed Naruto sitting on the bench; arms stretched out over the back of the seat, his head back, and face to the dark sky. He wondered if the younger man was alright, but nothing looked off. The tanned man even looked to be smiling as the rain showered his face. Sasuke stood back and savored how the blond looked so at piece laying there and wearing dark clothes. Sasuke noted that he looked rather nice in dark blue or was that black? He couldn't tell in the dim light.

After a couple more minutes of admiring, Sasuke walked very close to the other man, until he was right in front of him. There was still no sign from Naruto that he knew his friend was there, so Sasuke reached out to pluck him on the nose when a hand shot out to stop him. Naruto frowned at him as he smirked.

"First you stand there and gawk at me for ten minutes," Sasuke's smirk fell. He did not stare at him for ten minutes...did he? "Then you try to attack me! Didn't I tell you that that crap hurt?" He pushed the other man's hand away from him, referring to the little pluck on the nose the paler guy would give him nearly every time he saw him.

Sasuke ignored his rant. "It's nice to see you, too, loser. What are you doing out here in the rain?" The rain had slacked up some, but there was still a steady drizzle going and the blond looked to be only in a thin t-shirt and pants.

"I felt like it. Why are you stalking me?" He ran a hand through his damp locks, sending more raindrops everywhere.

"Why the hell would I stalk you? And I was just taking a walk." He smiled at the pout on the blonde's face when he shook his 'borrowed' umbrella, causing more raindrops to fall in Naruto's hair.

"You felt like taking a walk in the pouring rain at midnight on my street?" The blond asked incredulously. Sasuke simply shrugged. Why was he insisting on making him seem like a stalker?

"I felt like it." Naruto scratched absentmindly at the whisker-like marks on his cheek.

"Whatever, man. You're obviously not gonna tell me why you're really out here, so where are you headed now?"

"Home. You should, too. You don't want to get sick in those wet clothes." That wasn't the whole reason he wanted the moron to go home and change. Of course, there was no doubt that Sasuke didn't want his friend sick. It's just that the shirt sticking to Naruto's toned body like a second skin was making him a bit nervous, but the fool seemed clueless, as usual, as he stretched his arms above his head.

"I think a transformer got knocked out in the storm and my lights were killed. Kinda the reason I'm out here. Life sucks when you don't have cable."

"Well, come on to my house."

"Aw, I don't know if I feel like walking that far. Your place is way over there." Naruto whined as he pointed in some random direction, which Sasuke was sure wasn't where his house was at.

"Are you getting lazy? And whining?" He raised a neat eyebrow.

"Well, I might go if you carry me." Sasuke scoffed at that.

"See ya." He turned to leave.

"Alright, alright. I'll go, but let's make this fun." Naruto looked toward the sky, face blank. Which the Uchiha knew that it meant he was thinking.

"Aha! Let's race!" He held a finger in the air as he grinned.

"Race? Please." Sasuke rolled his eyes.

"Is the 'Almighty Sasuke Uchiha' scared of a little race?" Naruto's deep blue eyes danced as he teased.

"No way. I can beat your ass any day of the week." He smirked haughtily.

"I'd like to see you try, Uchiha." Naruto challenged, his smirk in place as well, but his was a little off. To the dark-haired boy it almost seemed a bit… flirtatious. He swallowed as they continued to stare at each other. It was ruined when Naruto suddenly stood up and tripped over his own feet, or the curb, or a piece of grass, or whatever it was and Sasuke gracefully caught him before he hit the pavement, umbrella still secure in one hand.

"Oops." The blond scratched his head embarrassed. Twenty years old and still a clumsy loser. Sasuke mused. A clumsy, adorable loser. He couldn't help it as a bubble of laughter escaped his mouth.

Naruto pouted cutely at him, which made him laugh harder. He stared at his best friend as Sasuke continued to chuckle at his dorkiness, but he didn't seem to mind. The blond actually thought that Sasuke looked rather cute, laughing at his misfortune like that. Sasuke finally got his case of giggles under control and looked at the nice bundle in his arms.

"What are you gawking at?" It was now Naruto's turn to get busted, he couldn't have cared less, though.

"You're really cute when you laugh." He beamed a smile at the taller man.

"Wha?" Sasuke was dumbfounded as Naruto slowly, almost teasingly, slid out of his arms and snatched the umbrella from his weak grip.

"Loser buys dinner for the winner for a whole month!" He shouted over the drizzle at the stunned Uchiha.

"Hey!" He mentally slapped himself for getting caught up like that and chased after the laughing blond.

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I'm only stopping here b/c I didn't want it to be a super long one-shot. So off to the next chapter.