Sasuke watched affectionately as Naruto slurped up the steaming noodles. The blonde boy quickly wolfed down his meal, finishing with a contented sigh. Sasuke took the bowl from him and proceeded towards the kitchen. He returned shortly, holding a bath towel. Staring at Naruto from the doorway, he said with a slight smirk, "Naruto, you need a bath."
"What! Why!" Naruto protested stubbornly. No way was he taking a bath in Sasuke's house!
The Uchiha started towards the bed slowly, replying, "You stink. Please take a bath. Don't worry, I'll be cleaning." He pulled the sheets off of Naruto and stared at him expectantly.
With a heavy sigh, the blonde ninja slid off the bed. Sasuke offered an arm for balance, which Naruto refused. Sasuke shrugged and headed for the bathroom. Sliding open the door, Naruto stepped in. Sasuke handed him the towel then stated, "Give me your pants and I'll wash them." Naruto replied with an evil glare, and shut the door. Moments later, the door reopened slightly and a pair of pants was thrust through the crack. Sasuke took them, then said, "There's soap and shampoo by the tub. Have fun!" This last comment he added with a hint of sarcasm before closing the door.
Sasuke waited in the hall until he heard the water begin to run. At that sign, he walked back to his bedroom and stripped the bed. Carrying the sheets, Naruto's pants, and his own dirty laundry, Sasuke headed back downstairs to wash them.
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Naruto let the water run for several moments, until he heard Sasuke's footsteps fade away. Then, carefully he peeked out the door. No Sasuke. He'd have to be quick. Turning off the water, so as not to flood the large bathroom, he stepped out into the hallway and trotted back into Sasuke's room. He silently opened a chest of drawers and pulled out one of Sasuke's many pair of whitish shorts. He was glad Sasuke hadn't asked to wash his boxers, too. He slipped on the shorts, only to find they were rather large on him. 'They'll have to do for the time being' he thought.
Closing the drawer again, he looked around, contemplating his next move. 'Window!' he thought. He darted to the window sill and easily slid the frame open. With one last look and listen over his shoulder, he hopped from the window down to the grass below. The moment his feet hit the ground, he took off running.
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Knock knock knock
"Naruto, are you almost done in there?" Sasuke asked impatiently. He got no reply. "Naruto! Answer me, dobe!" Still silence. With a sigh, Sasuke carefully opened the door. It was soon obvious there was no Naruto. Now throwing open the door, he rushed in and looked around. Indeed, there was no Naruto. He returned to the hallway and searched first his room, then the rooms near it. Finally, he returned to his room a second time. Then he noticed it: the open window.
"Agh! Naruto, you baka!" he growled.
'Sasuke, what's wrong with you!'
'What do you mean?'
'I mean, you're acting really strange! This is Naruto we're talking about. Why are you so worried about him?'
'Huh?'
'Stupid. Normally, you don't like him around you, and you'd do anything to get rid of him. He's annoying and a hindrance, right?'
'Well… I guess…'
'So why are you mad that he's gone?'
'Because… I want to help him.'
'And why's that?'
'What are you implying!'
singsong voice 'You li-ike Naruto!'
'Do not!'
'Then why'd you go to the dance?'
'Because Naruto asked me to.'
'Proof!'
'That doesn't prove anything!'
'When have you ever done anything Naruto wanted you to do?'
'……..'
'Just admit it…. You'll feel better.'
"Okay! I like Naruto! Are you happy!" Silence. Sasuke looked around the room, realizing he'd randomly yelled at nothing. With a growl, he hung his head in his hands. "What do I do?" he mumbled.
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Ok, I think I kinda borrowed the arguing-with-the-subconscious idea from another author. I just loved the style so much when I read it the first time, I had to try it. My apologies to whomever it was I stole this from, and thanks! Haha.