It was the shock of the century, to say the least.
Sasuke knew something was wrong when Kiba showed up at his doorstep. He began to feel a bit worried over the fact that Kiba knew where he lived but tried not to look too concerned. He leaned against his doorframe, crossed his arms and attempted a bored look. "Excuse me?" he asked slowly.
"Look," Kiba said, getting more and more fed up at each passing second, "as much as I love talking to you," –and here, Sasuke rolled his eyes—"I would like to have my buddy back. Minus the sudden bouts of anxiety... and the mass paranoia. Plus the fact that you want to work with Naruto again, what's there to lose?!"
Curious indeed. "I work alone."
"Nobody can handle this alone!" cried Kiba, just about ready to lose his patience, "that's the point of working together! Haven't you been listening to me at all?!"
Not really. "No deal."
"What! I don't see why you're refusing this! It's a win-win situation! What part of that phrase does your genius brain not understand—!"
Sasuke narrowed his eyes.
"—not that I'm insulting you, genius crackhead." Kiba unconsciously took a step back. "And dealing with this situation the low and shady way is absolutely not my style. But Naruto's really stubborn, and you know how he refuses to back down once he decides on something. Besides, aren't you his—" Kiba paused, "…friend? Well, what kind of friend are you if you don't care about Naruto at all—!"
Sasuke's face darkened even more.
"—of course, everyone has different ways of showing friendship!" Kiba recognized red eyes and panicked. "You two just tend to beat each other more often than other people! Absolutely nothing wrong with that! I'm just here to… uh, inform you, since you are Naruto's friend, of the increasing amounts of time I have found him with Neji and Hinata (she's hot, btw). It's disturbing you know! Naruto's practically my brother, and even then he's spending more time with Neji than he does with me! There's a problem with that, you hear? A problem—!"
The Sharingan abruptly vanished.
"—so what I'm trying to get at is," rambled Kiba with some wild hand gestures, "how about we push aside our obvious disagreements and work together. I mean, what is more important— seeing Naruto happy with you, or making my life miserable and watching Naruto get all cozy with Neji–—oh my god, not the face!"
Some time later, Kiba calmly walked out from the Uchiha estates, sporting a black eye but a rather triumphant grin.
score.
Disclaimer: naruto and co. belongs to kishimoto masashi.
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a sasunaru fic, Duplex Signal, by purple jellybean hoarder
chapter three: the day santa came to town
It became strikingly clear to me on what was happening at the moment I first gazed upon a stunning pair of slightly loose navy pants late one night. There it was, worn in all of its blazing glory, my fingers just itching to touch it. And unlike other people who tried to hide away or beat themselves senseless for the mere absurdity of it or other ridiculous notions that I shall not bother to name, I took another approach.
I embraced it.
The owner of those fabulous pants had unfortunately began to pace, and my eyes helplessly followed. The wonderful motion caused the fabric to billow slightly, creating gentle folds that sinfully accented amazingly lean and youthful legs.
Sexy.
The hems were slightly fuzzy at the edges, the knee areas a little worn down. The material slid smoothly down the shins and curved back from the calves. My curiosity suddenly decided to get the better of me and horror of horrors, my gaze steadily traveled up… and up... past beautiful firm thighs and into forbidden territory.
Dangerous, uncharted territory.
I figured that I must had somewhat resembled a hungry fish right at that awkward moment, eyes unblinking and mouth hanging open like a trap waiting for the flies to dive in. There I was, frozen shocked and sitting up rigid like a dry piece of jerky. My suddenly parched throat tried to work away at the million and one witty comebacks that had all conveniently congested my poor overloaded brain at the same time as I blankly stared into a pair of irritated eyes.
"Gehhhhhhhhhhhh…" I had finally managed to say.
An extremely short while later, I found myself walking home, dejected over the fact that I got kicked out. One of the most important events in my life just happened and I barely had enough time to recollect my scattered thoughts before being shoved out the door…
It was warm, soft and perfect.
Sasuke's pair of old drawstring pajamas.
Ah, my first love.
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Sasuke was patrolling the east section of the Konoha forest when a transmission crackled over his radio headset.
-Rogue nins, about 15 of them. Heading up north from the east side of the forest through the trees. I may need backup assistance. Over-
He didn't even bother replying and dashed through the forest as a dark blur. He sensed rather than saw, the listless body that came hurtling towards him.
The sound of metal against metal came next. In the short time after the message, the group had apparently noticed that they were being followed. He was sorely tempted to jump into the fight—to defend, to fight, anything—but he quickly calmed himself down, hiding behind the foliage of another oak instead.
Sharp eyes surveyed the situation. Sasuke was far enough from the battle area to remain undetected but close enough to jump into the battle if he was needed.
Or if he wanted.
He watched, alert and with rare interest. Naruto had now developed to the point where he can easily handle 6 high level ninjas on his own without any problems. The problem was that out of the 4 that surrounded him and the other nin that got knocked to the back somewhere, the others were hiding in the trees like him.
The four suddenly rushed forward as if by an unanimous decision, weapons drawn and ready. Naruto crouched low under the swing of the closest attacker and knocked him unconscious with a swift knifehand to the base of the neck. Several shurikens came whizzing by and he ducked again, shoving one palm into the masked face while his other hand worked to block the downward swing of a katana with his kunai. Sasuke stared, as that agile body springboarded back, dodging more slashes from that sword, then twisted in midair to let a handful of shurikens fly.
Oooooooh… bendy.
One nin jumped down from his leafy cover and landed on the branch in front of him, hands already forming the seals to launch a surprise attack on Naruto's back. But that was not important. The jackass had blocked his view of the tantalizing scene and Sasuke wasted no time in shooting him down like the sorry piece of shit he was.
…ok. Maybe that wasn't the best idea.
Sasuke cautiously backed up until his back was lightly touching Naruto's. The contact brought a kind of warmth that spread across his body in deliciously slow waves, like how steam languidly swirled from onsen pools or how hot chocolate ran down his throat after spending too long outside on a cold winter's day or how cotton candy tasted—
"Bastard," Naruto hissed between his teeth. "What are you doing here for?"
The warm feeling vanished in an instant. Damn, that was fast, Sasuke noted dryly. He smoothly whipped out a shuriken to intercept an oncoming projectile before replying. "I'm the help, idiot."
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By the time Sasuke had happily pummeled his third victim in record speed, he sneaked a glance over at Naruto. Not that he was worried. He could care less for the idiot. He was just…merely curious on how many nins Naruto had defeated.
You know, for rivalry's sake.
The second mistake of that day, he realized a tad too late, made him question his priorities in life. Strongly. Not that Naruto was in any danger like last time. Oh no, he was doing quite well on his own, actually. And his taijitsu had improved again. In short, there really wasn't essentially any problem at all.
So how about turning back around and beating the shit out of more people, eh?
If life were only that simple, he thought bitterly as he backfisted someone from behind without losing a beat. Itachi was cruel, but God hated him. And the sight was so captivating that it was impossible to tear his gaze away. Had temptation always been such a bitch? Somebody please kill him now.
He angrily kicked another attacker into a conveniently located thorn bush and seethed even more. Remain calm, he ordered silently, no need to get excited. He had fantasized it so many times that the actual image should be…nothing more… than… a…
Eyes glazed suddenly and he distractedly wiped the something that was trailing down his mouth.
Mmmmm… buttercups.
-----to be continued
AN: do people really like this fic? I feel so insecure. I need encouragements, dammit!