3. Tartar (Very slight Sasunaru)
Naruto glared from the tube of toothpaste in his hand to the open dictionary on the table next to him. The large book was opened to the "T"s and all Naruto could do was stare dumbly down at the text in front of him. He really couldn't understand what was wrong with the picture before him. All morning he had been sitting at the kitchen table staring at his toothpaste and the dictionary, puzzling over this odd, for lack of a better word, puzzle. And that was how Sasuke had found him when he woke up.
"You look like an idiot, Naruto," Sasuke stated blandly as he walked into the kitchen. "What are you doing, comparing your teeth to the dictionary's definition of clean?"
Naruto stared at him for a moment before returning his gaze to the "T"s. "Don't I always look like an idiot?" he muttered after a moment. "And no, I was actually studying." He quickly shoved the toothpaste into the page of the dictionary that he was on and closed the book with a loud thump.
Sasuke winced at the loud noise on his still sleep sensitive ears. "I'm glad that you're starting to realize it," said Sasuke. He fell solidly into the chair next to Naruto, giving the blonde a slightly bored, but mostly tired look. "What were you looking at?"
"None of your business," Naruto answered defensively. He shoved his chair back and began to stand, but knocked the dictionary off the table and onto his foot.
"Fuck! Ow, ow, ow, ow!" he cried, holding his injured foot in his hand and jumping up and down on the other. There was a snort of laughter from Sasuke that the dark haired boy couldn't help but let out.
"Dobe," he muttered affectionately.
"Bastard! Can't you see that that hurt?!" Naruto was practically yelling in his agony.
Sasuke chuckled, but his gaze was drawn away from Naruto and to the now open dictionary on the floor. He reached over and pulled it (and the toothpaste residing in it) up into his lap. He quickly made the connection between the two objects and a new, slightly less sadistic smirk filtered onto his face. "Naruto, care to explain?" he asked, raising a questioning eyebrow.
The blonde glanced at him and promptly dropped his foot to the ground, a slight blush running across his face. "That- That's, well," he paused, trying to put together an excuse, "that's my research."
"For what?"
Naruto struggled over an answer for another moment before letting out a defeated sigh. "Today, when I was brushing my teeth, I looked down at the tube of toothpaste and I really wanted to know what tartar was. So I grabbed the dictionary," he explained.
Sasuke tried to contain his smile. "And?"
"It's not in the dictionary! I don't know why, but it's not there!!" Naruto said, sounding more than slightly confused. "Maybe the dentists are just making things up to make us clean our teeth."
"Maybe they are," Sasuke said, smirking. He stood up, dumping the dictionary and the toothpaste onto the table. After giving Naruto a chaste kiss, he marched out of the room, calling over his shoulder, "But maybe you should read what the dentists have to say about their toothpaste."
"What?" Naruto questioned before grabbing at the tube of toothpaste on the table. He flipped it over and his eyes were automatically drawn to a squared-off section of small text with a detailed explanation of exactly what the toothpaste was protecting against. He looked up at where Sasuke had been and pouted, muttering, "But that doesn't explain why it's not in the dictionary!"
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Sorry, that was an awful fic... but there wasn't much I could do with the word tartar and still keep this from being au. and yes, I have checked the definition in the dictionary and, while being very interesting, I don't think Mongolians have anything to do with my teeth.