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Ninja For Hire
By SmexLemur, worship her!
Chapter 3: Mold Attacks!
"Finally dobe, you should've been here an half hour ago," Sasuke said coldly as he opened the door to his house. Naruto ignored him and brushed passed him, bag in his hands. He dumped it unceremoniously on the floor and put his hands on his hips as he looked around.
The place was a mess(1).
Cobwebs everywhere, a thick layer of dust on most of the unused places and there was garbage all around the floor, closets and—well, it would be way too long to list everything that needed to be done. Naruto glanced around: he was there anyway, so he might as well do his best for the next two weeks! And while he was at it, he might as well help Sasuke look for other furniture, paint his walls into a new colour (it was incredibly depressing… No wonder Sasuke was always brooding)… ah, so much to do, so little time.
He was pulled out of his musings when something soft hit his head and blurred his sight. Naruto blinked, before pulling the piece of cloth from his head and looked at it.
"What's this?" he asked suspiciously. Sasuke blinked innocently.
"Why, it's your uniform of course." Naruto looked at it once again. No.
Hell no.
…He was going to kill Tsunade.
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"Come out of there, dobe!" Sasuke called out. Naruto shook his head anxiously.
"No, I can't! I look ridiculous," he whined. Sasuke chuckled ('Kukukukuuu') to himself as his fantasies were coming through. Naruto. Serving him in a maid's uniform, calling him 'Sasuke-sama' or perhaps 'Almighty Sex God'. Whatever he wanted. "This thing is way too short! You don't have anything bigger?" Sasuke grinned to himself—actually, he did. But he wasn't going to tell Naruto that.
"You also looked ridiculous in those horrible orange clothes you used to walk around in, but you still showed yourself in public," Sasuke shot back dryly.
"BASTARD!" The door opened and a white, black and yellow blur flew at him, smacking him to the wall. Sasuke had instinctively put his arms in front of him and his eyes closed, waiting for the hard impact—it was there, though not as hard as he expected. Even when angered, Naruto still treated him almost… gently. It made Sasuke get a warm, fuzzy feeling.
Which he promptly ignored.
Uchiha's did not get warm and fuzzy feelings. Nuh-uh.
When Sasuke opened his eyes (warm, fuzzy feelings thrown aside to make room for perverted fantasies), his breath hitched as he took in the sight: Naruto, panting and cheeks flushed from embarrassment, his blue eyes looking at him daringly. Sasuke lowered his eyes to look at his body—Naruto had apparently forgotten that he still wore the maid's uniform.
To say that he looked fuckable, was an understatement.
The uniform was slightly too small, so, on the contrary to his usual clothes, it was very tight around his body, showing off just how much his body actually resembled a woman's. His figure was slender, muscled but not too much. The uniform showed off his slender legs and Sasuke immediately decided that Naruto had to bow down.
A lot.
"Bastard, get that perverted look off your face!" Naruto yelled furiously, blushing madly when he finally noticed he was wearing the uniform. "B—bastard? Oh my God, you actually got a nosebleed!" Sasuke pushed Naruto away, holding his hand against his nose.
"No, I didn't," Sasuke said, trying to salvage what little dignity he still had. Naruto looked furious though.
"How can you say that when you're covered in blood?" he demanded, before scurrying to the bathroom nearby and grabbing a towel. "Come here, bastard. Geez, I can't believe you actually got a nosebleed from this," he pointed at himself and Sasuke wondered what Naruto meant with that. Sure, people had always called him disgusting and he never had anyone who really had a crush on him, but Naruto surely couldn't think of himself ugly… Naruto was very handsome, even. He shrugged it off.
He blinked at Naruto, who gently took Sasuke's face and started to wipe the blood away with the slightly wet towel. Sasuke couldn't help the blush that spread across his face as he realised Naruto was actually looking at him with slightly worried eyes. Damn, couldn't those warm and fuzzy feelings just stay the hell away from him?
"Man, taking care of you is gonna be a fulltime job," Naruto muttered, narrowing his eyes at the perverted look Sasuke once again got.
Yes, Naruto, you certainly will be taking care of me.
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"Did you see the looks he was giving you?" Kyuubi asked, when Naruto stood in the bathroom. "You know, I have to admit, you do look rather tasty in that uniform." The blonde boy blushed.
"Shut up Kyuubi, you know he doesn't think about that. He just wants to embarrass me," Naruto muttered softly. He heard the demon chuckle.
"Then why the hell did he get that nosebleed? You really are dense, brat," he replied. The blonde sighed.
"Am not!" Naruto said. "And stop calling me that. I can't imagine him liking me, nor that he would actually have feelings for me. Even if he did think I'm attractive(2), I want more than sex from him—you know that," he muttered sadly. Kyuubi sighed.
"You know, you really got self-esteem issues, but whatever. That Uchiha-kit wants to screw you, I can smell it."
"Are you done in there?" Sasuke called out from the other side of the door. He scowled—Naruto sometimes did act a little like a girl. "You need to get started with the kitchen, or else you won't be done before dinner." Naruto sighed—he wasn't liking this at all. Then again, Tsunade had been right with the life-threatening missions. He really didn't like killing people, nor did he like his life being at stake that much, so this was a fairly nice change in scenery.
He didn't mind it or anything—when he had been a kid, he only did it to prove himself, to show people that he wasn't scared and that he was a good ninja, worthy of becoming Hokage. And now that he had proved that…
"Alright, alright," Naruto called out from the bathroom. He sighed and splashed some water on his face, before walking outside, trying to act as if he had at least a little bit of dignity left. Sasuke smirked at him and followed him to the kitchen. Naruto looked around, frowning at the mess the Uchiha had made. There were dirty plates everywhere, dirty pots and pans, garbage bags and whatnot scattered all over the kitchen(3). The walls were dirty and Naruto swore he saw a big heap of mold gathered in a corner, growling at him.
"Don't you ever clean up?" Naruto asked him, raising an eyebrow. "Or at least do the dishes? What, you use the dirty plates over and over again or something? And what the hell is up with that," Naruto waved at the growling heap of mold in the corner. "That thing looks ready to attack me!" Sasuke shrugged.
"Never really had the time—I was always busy with training or missions—"
"Or brooding," Naruto muttered, interrupting him. Sasuke wisely ignored the blonde.
"And I do not use the dirty dishes," he concluded. "I usually throw them away and buy new ones," he added as an afterthought.
Naruto stared, before shaking his head in disbelief.
"And they call me an idiot," he muttered, before starting with this hopeless mission.
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Six hours, twenty garbage bags and two cans of 'Mold-Away-Spray'(4) later, Naruto fell down on the floor, proud with his accomplishments. Really, couldn't Sasuke clean his house up even a little? Naruto was a ninja too and he kept his apartment neat!
… Well, mostly.
Sasuke had been enjoying the show of Naruto bending to grab garbage off the floor or reaching out to grab something from a shelf for a couple of hours, until Naruto heard him mutter something about taking a shower and taking care of a problem.
Kyuubi wondered vaguely how his host could be such an ignorant and innocent little brat.
"Are you do— Wow," Sasuke said as he entered the kitchen (his hair still dripping from the shower, cheeks slightly flushed and shirtless. Are you drooling yet?), only to find it sparkling clean. The 'wow' didn't exactly come out as a real 'Wow!' though, since this was still Sasuke, who hardly was impressed by anything. Naruto thought even getting a small 'wow' out of him was an accomplishment. "There was a carpet here?" he finally asked, pointing at the brown carpet lying underneath the dinner table. Naruto nodded, before grimacing.
"Yeah, was. I'm throwing it out though, I think the original colour was yellow," he replied, shaking his head.
"Are you going to prepare dinner?" Naruto shook his head, huffing a bit.
"Hey, I just spent six hours cleaning up your mess! And now you want me to make you dinner? Forget it! The most I'll do for you is make some instant ramen, but that's it—you won't get anything more than that. If you want something else, go make it on your own."
Sasuke hesitated for a moment.
"…You want to go out for ramen?" he asked. It couldn't hurt, could it? He might even get a bit on the dobe's good side… and good side meant lots and lots of—
Er… Cleaning. Yes, cleaning. After all, there were still a lot of rooms in his left to clean!
Naruto's eyes started to sparkle. Which was very scary.
"Your treat?" he asked.
"My treat," Sasuke nodded. Naruto whooped (all of his energy was miraculously restored), before jumping up, grabbing Sasuke's wrist and dragging him outside.
Sasuke grinned to himself: Ah, sometimes having a crush on someone who was slightly ignorant really paid off. Why, you ask me?
Well…Naruto was still wearing the maid uniform.
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(1) Most people say Sasuke is a neat-freak. I say he never cleans XD. I can imagine him being a total slob.
(2) Years of being called a 'monster' and having girls (and boys) looking at you in disgust, can do that to a person x3. I mean, he thinks of himself as ugly because he never had anyone to tell him otherwise, savvy? XD
(3) Ever seen Fruits Basket? Remember when Tohru went to clean the kitchen? Kind of imagine that, and you'll get the idea n.n
(4) Developed by Konoha House Supplies Inc. in the year 1967—removes all unwanted mold in a matter of seconds! Go to your local store now and get rid of those nasty fungi!