A/N: Umm.. Hey? Hi! Pip here! :D This is the second installment of Chocolate Wisdom and, by far, my favorite to write. I would really appreciate any comments or criticisms, 'cause that would just be awesome (c'mon Mama can take it). I don't own Naruto, duh, kind of obvious. Have fun reading :)
2. Write a Real Letter
The papers spilled all the way across that table, some even onto the floor. He couldn't believe his eyes. All these letters were addressed to him, and they were all from the same person.
Dear Sasuke,
I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU. I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU. You are the biggest fucking douche bag I know. How? How could you go with that stupid snake bastard?
The handwriting was sloppy and, there were dried water stains on the page. The ink had run and faded where they bloomed, and Sasuke couldn't help but run his fingers over that part of the paper. He cried for me here.
Dear Sasuke,
What did we ever do to make you do this to us? Was being part of Team 7 really that bad? Was having to put up with a teammate that was dead-last really so horrible?
Dear Sasuke,
Y'know what? I don't have to make excuses for you. 'Cause, fuck, I can barely make excuses for me. You're an asshole, y'know. I can't believe the shit you're putting me and Sakura-chan through.
Oh- and good going, you look even gayer now than you did the last time I saw you.
Dear Sasuke,
I'm done being angry with you. Its not worth my time or energy to do that anymore. We need you back, though. I can't figure out why I can't hate you. BUT, You're still an asshole and I hope your new team has the nuts to tell you that.
Dear Sasuke,
I want you to know that I hate your new team, bastard. Especially whoever that chick is. If I ever get my hands on her, she's dead meat. What a skank. Did you hear (and I'm sure somehow you did) Sakura and Bushy Brows are getting married.
Maybe if you'd stop being a douche for long enough, she'd send you an invitation.
Yeah right.
Dear Sasuke,
I'm sorry I couldn't stop you.
Dear Sasuke,
I hate you.
The next letter he looked at was dated three years after he'd left and on his birthday.
Dear Sasuke,
You weren't here to eat cake. Happy Birthday, asshole.
After that letter, none of the other letters were headed with his name. He knew they were for him though. There were dates on all of the papers, even though none of them were more than just a line or two.
You're still an asshole
I still miss you.
I'm still looking, but I'm sure you know that.
You're new haircut sucks.
I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.
I hope the fox gave you 3rd degree burns. Fucker.
Sasuke frowned at that one, remembering his little encounter with the Big Red Bitch. Suigetsu had never let him live that down; getting beaten up by a sick, blonde demon bow? How humiliating.
You owe me. I just kept the Uchiha compound from being taken over.
I've moved in. Will you come home now?
Come home soon, bastard.
Please?
He shuffled through the papers he'd straightened and frowned when he realized that that's all there was. It had looked like so much more when it had been a mess that covered the table. He straightened them a little more, biting his lip.
Now that he was back... he... he hadn't seen Naruto since the moment he'd stepped through the village gates when the blonde rushed away to meet with the Hokage.
A whole fucking week ago.
He left the papers on the table, in an obsessively neat stack, and walked down the hall to where his room was. Half way there a bright orange post-it note caught his eye.
It was on the wall opposite the entrance to his room.
Welcome home, Sasuke.
--
He looked in the direction of the little arrows, to the end of the hall. Another little block of orange paper winked at him. He walked a little faster than was necessary to see what was scrawled on the next not.
I haven't really done anything with the place.
Hope you don't mind. I just spruced up, really.
--
This arrow pointed down the hall, back in the direction he had just come. The next one was plastered to his door handle.
Glad you're home, bastard? I sure am.
The door was thrown open, Sasuke's heart being triple time. Nothing was wrong in the room. Everything was as he'd left it. Well.... for the exception of the blonde sleeping in the middle of his bed.
There were a couple of the orange notes posted on the blonde, he could tell as he crept closer to the bed. Standing even as far as the door away, the notes blend right in with the orange jumpsuit the blonde had refused to give up.
There was one tied to his toe.
SURPRISE! was written in big happy letters
One a little higher on his knee.
Hope you haven't been worried.
On his hip.
Tsunade had me buried under paper work... just so I could take your birthday off. Bitch.
Sasuke blinked. Oh. It was his birthday wasn't it?
His shoulder.
So happy birthday!
There was one tied to his finger with a thin red string.
I missed you.
Gently, Sasuke climbed into the bed, careful not to wake the sleeping dobe.
There was one more, right smack on the tip of Naruto's nose. Sasuke leaned closer to see it, for it was written in teeny tiny letters.
welcome home
Blue eyes blinked awake, and a soft smile crossed the whiskered face. Sasuke was leaning over him, reading the tiny writing. He wouldn't expect what happened next.
Naruto's hand snaked into Sasuke's hair and pulled him just the little bit closer. Black eyes went wide, while blue just sparkled merrily. It too a moment, but Sasuke relaxed. It was only Naruto. Being Naruto. In his bed. In his room. In his house.
In their house.
God, it was good to be home.