Disclaimer: Not mine, but if they were... well, that's left to the imagination.
Warning: Shonen ai!
Summary: Those sloppy, wet kisses on late mornings, snuggling in the middle of the night, smiling? ...What was the world coming to? Okay, so maybe Sasuke liked it a little bit. Includes Highschool!Sasunaru.
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So You're In Love With Your Best friend?
Prologue--In Denial
Sasuke's POV
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I wake up, same as every meaningless morning I'm on this forsaken, stupid planet.
So my vocabulary isn't so high and mighty at the ungodly hour of... six-thirty, blow me. To my immediate right, nothing, but (there's always a but and right now it's stabbing me in the groin) my left, however... that's a different story. Blond hair pokes out of the navy blue comforter, and I bite back a groan. Not again.
Maybe if I smother him, he won't wake up... hmmm...
"Sas..."
Too slow. Damn. I put down the pillow and actually move my body in the vicinity of the bathroom, leaving the sleeping figure still snuggled in bed alone, whining, seething with his penguin boxers hung low around those luscious hips. "Sasuke, fooooooooooooooooooodddddd!"
Starting the shower drowns out the little bird yammering someone, and I close my eyes, sighing deeply. Yeah, it's quiet and nice, until the shower curtain is ripped away and Naruto's staring at me with sleepy, bed-mused hair, and frowning. "You know you can't hear me if the shower's running Sasuke, I can't believe you're that dumb."
Goddammit. "That's the fucking point," I growl, and slam the conveniently placed glass door closed on his cute, annoying face. "Go back to bed or something..." But why is there a shower curtain... and a door? The mysteries of life, I guess.
"Food," he whimpers, even claws at the door. WHO, in their right mind, whines to their... uh, best friend for food? It's called moving your lazy, stupid ass downstairs before I go Sasuzilla on you!
No, I am not a morning person.
The clawing stopped. Yes. I finish up and step--
right in, er, on the dobe's face, and he has the nerve to squeal like a little girl, arms flailing every which way, and it's quite amusing, but that's beside the point. The point is that he's an idiot, a really really big idiot and I have no clue why I sleep--talk to him.
No clue at all, because the conversations aren't that good.
Wait, yes they are.
Moving on.
"SASUKE, THAT HURT!"
"Your fault, dobe, not mine."
He rubs his cheek, pulls up his too big boxer shorts and growls at me as I slip on my uniform, glaring at him. "Must we go through this every morning? No I will not cook you fucking ramen in the morning, and no, you can't stay home, hurry up." I should add a good insult but I don't want him screeching at me this early, I mean... if you hear him during blowjobs you--
What. The. Hell.
No, we have never had sex, what am I talking--man, need some coffee. Coffee is nature's way of telling you there is a God, and he doesn't totally hate you.
When I turn, I see he's left for the shower, finally, so I decide to be an asshole, and throw his clothes out the window. That's what he gets for pissing me off. I grab my bag, walk down the stairs and snatch a bagel, out the door and around the corner before he shrieks like someone put a dead horse in his closet.
Or threw his clothes out of the window.
Heh.
This is the dysfunctional relationship we have. But wait, it's not really a relationship, we just sort of live together... and snuggle... ew, but I don't love him or anything.
"SASUKE-TEME!"
Time to run, he's catching up and--oh shit, there's smoke coming out of his... feet!
Me and my goddamn bright ideas. But hah, it was so worth it, little shit.
Oh god, what's that in his--
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It was a fucking butcher knife. I had to wrestle it away from him for twenty damn minutes.
He told me he hated me, and walked into Konoha High (crafty name, huh) with grass stains and... some sort of purple thing... on his eye that I don't think I gave him. It was funny for everyone, but Gaara.
That kid pisses me off. He stares at Naruto too much. Like some sort of freak.
That eats people.
Not that I care...
...or anything...
He's doing it right now...
Fucking staring...
...I'll give him something stare at, little bastard...
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End Prologue.
So yeah, I know Sasuke's OOC and it's short, but it's a tester. I wanted to try my hand at Sasunaru humor, and this is what came out. Give me feed back, or Sasuzilla will eat you!