Title: you're still the best… more or less.
Summary: For someone who had a tragic past and spent most of his teenage years in underground lairs, this fear was unexpected.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Prompt: Bugs
Rating: T
Warning(s): OOC Sasuke because obviously Kishi ain't courageous enough to make him scared of a bug. Oh, and swearing. A lot.
Comments: Don't even ask. Also, this is quite short. Only rated T because there's a lot of swearing (don't read if it really bothers you). And for some very vague reference to sex once.

Okay, so here's the thing: Sasuke is a neat freak.

No surprise there, right? I mean, someone who looks as good as he does—clean shaven, well-tended hair, nice skin, and ironed clothes—would obviously have an equally good looking and healthy house, right? He's always pretty been strict about his hygiene and keeping his house spotless.

And then he visited Naruto's apartment, when he came back, and he changed—badly.

I don't know what the hell he saw in there, but ever since that day Sasuke has been a total freaking anal neat freak. Barking orders to clean up after myself because dirtiness was not tolerable—to which I simply complied without much fuss, thinking he'd had a bad day—and throwing tantrums when he spotted food crumbs and dirty dishes on the counter—which I ignored, thinking he had been having a bad week.

For two weeks, I endured this kind of behavior. For two weeks, I made excuses.

But there was a goddamn limit.

"Tell me you're joking."

Sasuke glares, gritting his teeth. "No, I'm not. It's the truth, Sakura."

That little fucking—

"You have lost your goddamn mind!" How dare he? How fucking dare he? "Did somebody poison you or something? Because there's no way you just called me a slob!"

I leave my things around a bit, okay? My clothes can be found in odd places sometimes because I don't pay attention to where I leave them (they also end up in the weirdest places as a result of Sasuke and I's, er, adventures). And okay, I don't wash my dishes the instant I finish using them. They lay around the counter for a few hours, is that a crime? Sometimes they spend a day there if I'm too busy, but do I leave them hanging around for weeks on end like Naruto does? No, damnit. I don't. If anyone is a slob here, it's Naruto. Leaving my things around a bit and not washing my dishes the minute I finish using them does not make me a fucking slob.

Sasuke glares harder. "I am fine," he spits out. "And you are."

"You have about ten seconds to explain yourself before I break your entire face."

There is a slight widening of his eyes, and if I wasn't so damn furious, I might have smirked.

"You left the garbage out on the porch and forgot about it for two days." His fists clench, and I am just about ready to punch his lights out because I so did not leave the garbage out for two days, that ass. "And a fucking racoon went through it and threw rotten shit everywhere." He's shaking now, but I notice that it's not of anger. It seemed more like… disgust? Horror? I don't know—I don't care at the moment, to be honest. That little shit is accusing me of something that I did not do. "Now there's earwigs, maggots, wasps and fucking cockroaches all over the fucking garbage you were supposed to take out properly and which is now spilled all over the fucking porch."

That fucking—did he just shudder? What the hell?

"And now I'm going to have to call a exterminator to take care of your—"

"Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there," I growl, raising a fisted hand at him. "Firstly, I wasn't the one who forgot to properly take out the garbage because I haven't been here for the last three days if you don't remember." His eyes just got a little bigger. Good. The little fucker remembers. "Secondly, you had two fucking days to bring the garbage out into the big container." I'm not sure if his ears are reddening from anger or embarrassment, but I'm leaning more towards the latter. "Thirdly, you don't need to call a fucking exterminator because they are not in the house yet you idiot. Deal with it yourself: it's called bug spray, you twat!"

He's silent, finally. Seemingly contemplating something, which is stupid because he has nothing to contemplate at the moment—unless he's contemplating how to say he's sorry.

"You deal with it."

…EXCUSE ME. EXCUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE ME. HE DID NOT. HE DID NOT JUST SAY THAT. HE DID NOT—

"Come again?"

"You deal with it." He's not being mean anymore but he is crazy if he thinks he can bitch at me for something I didn't do and then clean up the mess.

Seriously, does he have a concussion or something? Because he's usually not this stupid.

"Cockroaches and maggots creep me the fuck out," he adds, suddenly. His voice is quieter—ashamed almost. "So…" He turns away at this point, and I know he does that a lot when he's about to ask a favor or when he's just said something embarrassing. "Can you deal with it for me?"

Oh my god. Oh my god.

"Sasuke, are you afraid of bugs?"

"Shut. Up. I am not."

A/N: Sorry it's short, and that it sucks a lot, I just wasn't home for the whole day (didn't come back until 9PM) and this prompt didn't exactly inspire me to do a very long drabble. I felt it deserved more a funny little scene. Just keeping it lighthearted, ya know?

Heads up that I will be gone for two or three days, thus my updates will be after that. I'm going home to visit the fam and go to the zoo.

Toodles!

DeepPoeticGirl