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Roommates

The First Tears

The first time Sasuke saw Naruto cry, he thought the world was coming to an end. They were still newly together, only having had sex a few times. To make it clear: they didn't know each other that well. Sasuke still didn't know what had caused tears running silently down Naruto's cheeks.

All Sasuke remembered was that Naruto had talked to someone on the phone, and then he had been quiet for during the rest of their date. Until Sasuke carefully asked what was wrong. That was when his lover had hugged him tightly and nuzzled into his chest, wetting down his shirt.

Sasuke had patted his back awkwardly and tried, really tried, to comfort like he had seen in movies. It didn't go too well. Sasuke had never been good with comforting people, and probably never would master the subject. Somehow, he always screwed up.

Minato and Kushina had gone to borrow a phone and book a hotel before the night fell above them. It was also a very good excuse for them to leave their upset son a bit after the argue Naruto and Minato had had.

Sasuke had heard it from the outside, how Minato growled in a defence-like manner and how Naruto yelled out curses. When he had heard Kushina's voice trying to calm her son and husband down, the fight had only became worse and she had been dragged in.

So Sasuke had entered, walking up to Naruto and pulling him close, sending a dangerous glare Minato's way. The blonde man had murmured about hotels and phones before hurrying out of the room, Kushina in tow.

That was how they ended up where they were now; on the hospital bed, Naruto in Sasuke's lap. The fight had been pretty harsh, even without the swearing. Minato had tried to defence himself, saying that it wasn't his fault, while Naruto had blamed him and Kushina. But now it was obvious that Kyuubi had made his own decision.

Sasuke stroked Naruto's back, his hand sneaking in under the t-shirt. His fingertips drew small circular movements on the smooth skin, going further and further down. Naruto let out a startlet yelp when he felt a finger making its way down his asscrack.

"Stop that," he sniffed, giving Sasuke a half-hard hit on his shoulder. "Bastard."

Sasuke took his hand away, scowling. But Naruto nuzzled his face into the Uchiha's chest. Sasuke almost expected Naruto to mumble for his daddy, which had happened a few times before. Besides Minato, Gaara was best at comforting Naruto. It didn't happen often that Naruto cried, but he cried most of the guys in their apartment anyways.

"I'm going to call Sabaku, baby," Sasuke said, fishing up his cell phone - which he hadn't turned off - and dialled Gaara's number. Gaara had been allowed to go home almost immediately after waking up, because he had scared one of the nurses to tears. A male nurse.

There was a click, telling Sasuke that Gaara had picked up.

"..."

"Sabaku, get your ass to the hospital. Naruto needs some comfort."

"..."

"Good." Sasuke hung up, turning off his phone this time before putting it away.

UAUAUA

"I want to be angry, Gaa-chan." Naruto growled. "I can't be angry at him, because everything he says is true! Why can't he be guilty and an asshole 'bout it?"

He had stopped crying when Gaara came, and instead he was angry. Minato and Kushina had gone to their hotel and Sasuke had gone home with the bus. Naruto and Gaara were standing in the elevator, both planning on taking the bus home. Gaara had "talked" the doctor in to letting Naruto go home.

"I'm angry at myself, because I want to hate him, and-" Naruto stopped when Gaara gave him a warm hug. They hugged until the elevator stopped and a old lady stepped in with her purple purse in an iron grip.

"Stop complaining, forgive him, and let him be your dad. If Kyuubi can forgive him, so can you." Gaara muttered, dragging Naruto out of the metal cage and through the corridors.

The blonde followed quietly, taking in what the red-head had said. He nodded to himself, deciding that he would forgive Minato and Kushina tonight, and apologize for his rude behaviour.

Gaara took Naruto's not-bandaged hand in his own and they stopped by the bus stop, waiting. A few teenage girls were standing there, one of them with a bruise similar to his own. She smiled towards them, but seemed to regret it as the bruise was stretched.

"I play hockey. Lost a tooth." She said. "What happened to you?"

Naruto smiled back. "Car crash."

"Aouch." She frowned, and her friends giggled, blushes on their faces. "I hate this bruise," she complained, fishing for a compliment. "It's impossible to cover up."

"Can't be pretty all the time, sweetie."

The girls giggled again, the girl with the bruise blushing up on being called 'sweetie' by the guy she had been ogling.

Gaara snorted inwardly, not liking that his best friend was unconciously flirting with these girls. So he gave Naruto's hand a light squeeze. Even though he didn't like Sasuke (at all), he didn't want Naruto to end up cheating on him, even if it had just started out with innocent flirting.

To Gaara, Sasuke was like a door. Yes, a door. And behind the door was Naruto. Sasuke liked to lock Naruto in and keep the blonde to himself. And a wall wasn't right description either, because Gaara was able to open him sometimes and get Naruto out, thought it was rare these days.

Ever since Naruto and Sasuke got together, it had been "Sasuke this" and "Sasuke that". Before, it had only been him and Naruto. Gaara and Naruto. The red-head guessed he was jealous, and he couldn't help feeling that way.

If Naruto had a problem, he went to Sasuke. If Naruto wondered something, he went to Sasuke. If Naruto-

"Oi! C'mon, the bus isn't going to wait for your lazy ass."

Gaara threw a dirty glare at Naruto before following inside of the bus. They had to sit on different sides of the aisle, but they could talk perfectly well anyways. Gaara didn't like the smoky smell coming from the old lady next to him, but did nothing to show it.

"I sent in the designs for Team Hebi yesterday," Naruto said. Gaara nodded, wondering why Naruto had accepted at all. The blonde probably wanted the money so he could move out with Sasuke.

The red-head couldn't help but think that if Naruto moved, they would meet even less. Gaara had no other friends than Naruto, and the only one besides Naruto that was able to stand him (that he was able to stand) was Rock Lee. And Gaara did not want to live with the green-obsessed bundle of energy just yet.

It was a silent expectation that everybody would move apart as soon as Sasuke and Naruto were moving, the others would move too. Kiba would probably move to an apartment closer to the kennel, since school was over for them soon anyways. Shikamaru had a friend at the café who was living in a nice, roomy apartment. They had already planned it, in case Naruto and Sasuke would just get out one day.

"Are you even listening to me?"

Gaara's bright jade eyes snapped in Naruto's direction, meaning that no, he hadn't been listening.

"I swear you're just as ignorant as Sasuke sometimes."

Gaara frowned upon being compared to the Uchiha. He glared at Naruto, who grinned. "What did you say that were so important then?"

"Oh. I was just talking about a girl at school. I'm not going to repeat it, though." The bus stopped, and they got off. They walked in silence, Naruto humming on some pop song that had been played in the bus. It was already getting dark, and Naruto was a bit nervous.

But he had decided to apologize and forgive, and he had gotten both his father's and mother's stubbornness. So he was going through. Gaara seemed to know this, smirking knowingly. He was happy that he had been able to help his blonde friend.

UAUAUA

Minato looked around in the hall, seeing clothes and shoes everywhere. There was some kind of order, he could tell that, and it wasn't messy. It was just ... different. He had been living alone with Kushina for ages now in a big house in Kyoto, which was a lot different than living with five guys in an apartment. Though he wondered how many jackets the guys had!

He heard Kushina squeal in delight in the kitchen and suppressed the sigh that was about to escape his throat. He checked that his coat was hanging securely one last time before walking out in the kitchen. It was nice, and he wasn't surprised when his wife squealed.

It was pretty big, probably newly done, and by the counter stood one of the cutest girls Minato had ever seen. She had dark hair and pale eyes, a shy expression on her pink tinted face.

Naruto was standing next to the girl, leaning against the counter and nodding once in a while as Kushina talked. If Minato hadn't walked in on his son and another man he would easily believed that this girl was his girlfriend.

She spotted him, and smiled. "Hi." She walked up to him, offering her hand. "H-hyuuga Hinata."

"Namikaze Minato," he grinned back. He was so happy to be with his son at the moment, and he didn't even care why this cute girl was there too. "Nice to meet you."

"Would you like something to drink? Tea?"

"Yeah, thanks." His grin never faded, though he was a little startled when a shaggy brunette with a wild look on his face jumped in the kitchen.

"Yo! Inuzuka Kiba. Pleasure to meet you, sir!"

Minato introduced himself once more, before being gestured to sit down by the table. Kiba sat in front of him, looking curious.

"You look just like Naruto. Only manlier. I swear, if I didn't know Naruto had a dick I'd think he was a girl. At least sometimes, y'know, 'cause sometimes he can go all manly. Strange. I think he's bipolar sometimes. And - oi, man, your eyes are exactly the same colour as Naruto's! Well not exactly the same, but, damn, that's cool. Really cool. I think Naruto has a more golden blonde hair-colour, y'know, more fake-looking. Not that I'm saying it looks fake, 'cause everybody knows Naruto's a true blonde. I mean, no one could be more stupid than-"

"Shut up, dog breath!" Naruto threw a towel at Kiba's face. Minato sighed in relief inwardly; he had never thought the brunette would shut up.

Hinata smiled sweetly at him before placing two cups on the table, one for Kushina and one for Minato. "Come, Kiba-kun," she said. "We'll drink our tea in the living room."

She left, taking two cups with her for her and her boyfriend. Kiba saluted, grinning like a maniac, and followed. Naruto sat down, in front of his parents.

He looked serious, which never was good. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I shouldn't have yelled like that and I know you don't deserve it. I was so upset because Kyuubi had made blonde jokes for an hour and the other hour he spent harassing Itachi and Fugaku-san."

"It's okay, honey. You don't have to apologize. We more or less just showed up. I understand if it came as a shock." Kushina smiled, her brown eyes a little watery. "I am the one who should apologize. I haven't even tried to explain what happened and why-"

"Don't talk about that. Please." Naruto muttered, looking away.

"I ..." Minato started, hard finding the words. "I'm sorry, too. I should have told you from the start. I was only trying to protect you from-"

"From what?"

"From the truth. It wasn't planned to go like this. I just wanted you to grow up in a normal and steady home."

"You favoured me before Kyuubi, daddy. You could have just sold me to someone, but you let him sell himself instead."

Minato sighed. "It's true. Kyuubi was always your mother's son, and even then he didn't like depending on others. He wanted to be by himself, he didn't want to depend on his parents. He's too much like Kushina."

Kushina scrunched her nose a bit, but let her husband's comment slide.

"And, I just hope you can forgive me."

Naruto nodded. Then, he smiled a little. "Yeah."

UAUAUA

Sasuke wished he could have been there, but he was currently on his way home from a meeting in the other side of Tokyo. He was five minutes from home, and the traffic had been delayed thanks to all the snow. It was like a storm outside, not just gentle flakes falling down from a bright sky.

In fact, it was dark, and the only things lightening up Sasuke's way from the station was the snow, the street lights and the blue shine from the TVs in the apartments he passed.

There was no drunk man waiting for him when he got home, to which he was thankful. He wondered if the man had found a home, or maybe a box. If not, it was a possibility that the man didn't survive the winter.

He inhaled as he entered the apartment, loving how warm it was compared to outside. All he wanted now was a hot shower and maybe something to eat before he ravished Naruto. But he could hear voices in the living room which meant that there were more than his roommates in the apartment.

He hung off his jacket, kicking off his shoes, wondering why he didn't recognize the two other jackets hanging there. Running a hand through snowy hair he entered the living room. He was a little taken back when he saw Naruto's parents there. He didn't like the man that was Naruto's "daddy".

Minato didn't seem to like him either, if you could tell by the nasty glare he sent Sasuke's way. Kiba and Hinata were in the room too, Kiba telling something loudly to Kushina.

Naruto looked a little bothered, but Sasuke understood immediately that his boyfriend had forgiven his parents. The young blonde gestured for Sasuke to sit next to him, which the Uchiha did. He put an arm around Naruto's shoulders possessively; wanting to show who Naruto belonged to these days.

Minato scowled, but his expression changed when Naruto looked at him. Kushina noted Sasuke's presence, and smiled at him.

"I heard you were working at your father's company?" She said.

"Yes."

"Quite impressive, seeing as you are so young still." She didn't let his cold tone get to her, but continued. "I have actually had the pleasure to meet your brother, Itachi-kun, once. In Beijing. He was there during the Olympics with a young man from the Hoshigaki Clan."

"Yes."

Naruto looked at him with that disgustingly sweet smile of his, making Sasuke flinch a little.

"He's quite interested in sports," Sasuke elaborated, sensing Naruto's silent promise of no sex in a week hanging in the air.

"I see, Minato here is too, but he as unable to come with me to China that time."

"You went alone?" Sasuke hadn't meant to sound so surprised, but he had never expected a woman to go all alone to the Olympics.

She laughed at his surprise. "Of course not. I went with a good friend of Minato's, Sannin Jiraiya. Maybe you've heard of him?"

"Of course." Sasuke let the words slip him before he realized that he had just admitted knowing who Sannin Jiraiya was. The old, white-haired man had written a number of books. Pornbooks, to be exact. "Uhm... I mean ..."

Minato glared at him, while Kiba tried to keep his laughter in. Kushina looked a bit smug, a knowing smirk on her face. Naruto blushed, pinching the bridge of his nose. His boyfriend had just admitted reading porn to his parents - Naruto was allowed to be embarrassed.

"How is the old pervert anyways?" He asked.

"He's fine," Minato said. "He is currently in Taiwan. Doing research."

"Oh." Naruto blushed, and Minato was glad to realize that his son still held some innocence. When Naruto was still a child, Minato had tried to protect him from any kind of pervertedness and violence. This had caused Naruto to end up naïve and innocent.

"What school do you attend to?" Minato asked, not wanting to keep the subject about porn authors.

"Sarutobi College." Sasuke said, a bit proudly. Minato cursed inwardly - he wanted more to complain about. But SC was a good school.

Uchiha Sasuke seemed to be the perfect boyfriend, so far, if you didn't count the fact he was a bit of a pervert. But Minato had decided that he would bring the Uchiha down. Naruto deserved better, someone that wasn't a pervert. And someone that Minato liked.

And he had the perfect person in mind.

To Be Continued

Next Chapter: Momoichi

Minato calls someone Naruto hasn't met in ages. Can anyone guess who? (I can!) Tell me who you think it is! Here's a clue: first appearance in this story!

She smirked at him. "Yo," she said. "What's up with the bruise. Your boyfriend abusing you?"

Naruto looked her over. "At least I have a boyfriend."