Mua: Mirë se vini në kapitullin e tretë të kësaj historie!

IAJ- Oh dear god.

Mua: Kujdes: Yaoi

IAJ- Will you please stop speaking in Albanian? What will readers think if they have to keep going to google translate to read?

Mua: Sorry... what I said was just to welcome you to the third chapter of this story! Warning: Yaoi.

IAJ- Review. If she gets enough, maybe she'll stop typing in different languages.

Mua: NOPE!

Warning: Yaoi

I don't own Naruto.

Or a strawberry orchard.

*cries*

Spring.

Sasuke was extremely allergic to pollen. Not just your normal, everyday sneezing and runny nose. More like coughing his brains out and lying for days on end without a thing to do. Except sometimes.

Sometimes, Naruto would come visit him and the first time, he brought flowers.

"Baka."

"How could I have known?"

Hinata, who was taking care of Sasuke, sent Naruto away, telling him to bring something more appropriate next time he chose to call upon the bed-ridden Uchiha.

Naruto, practically in tears, went to the market and bought Sasuke some much more 'appropriate' chocolates and came back the next day.

Everyday after training he would visit the raven-haired boy and bring him odds and ends; whatever he could find in the market or on the street that day.

Sasuke's room was filled with packets of ramen of thousands of different flavors and plushie bears, seals, dogs, cats, dolphins, giraffes… pretty much any animal you could name.

Household gifts like cards and homemade chocolate chip cookies.

News of the village, rumors, events.

Pictures, picture frames, balloons.

Magazines, books, video games.

An X-box to go with his video games.

After the appearance of this last gift, Sasuke began to question whether or not Naruto had spent too much money on him.

The last straw broke when Naruto bought a flat screen T.V. to accommodate the higher-than-necessary graphics that the X-box put out.

"Naruto! Its not needed!" The pale boy yelled at the blonde adolescent currently standing in the door frame of his bedroom.

The blonde boy stopped and set the T.V. down.

He looked at his hands for a moment and walked quickly out of the Uchiha's bedroom, down to the lobby, out the door and across the parking lot to the sidewalk.

"NARUTO! NARUTO! Come back Naruto!" The older ninja screamed after the boy.

Geez.

He supposed he was being a bit imposing; visiting Sasuke every day. Bringing him gifts that seemed a little much for Sasuke's condition. But it's not like it cost him anything. Kakashi had been putting perfectly good things out on the curb, barely used and in great condition.

He looked for things that he thought Sasuke would like. Like the X-box and the games to go with it.

Even the plush dolls and various animals were on the curb, and he thought that they were... Cute… As demeaning to his character as that was.

The cookies and the cards were all made by him, the ramen was from his ramen cellar (1) and the television; he had bought it on Craig's list for forty bucks.

He didn't think Sasuke would be mad. Not mad enough to tell him that he didn't want it.

He knew why Sasuke was mad. He just didn't know how to tell him. He had thought that if Sasuke thought that he had spent a lot of money on the gifts, he would appreciate them more. Appreciate him more. Sure, it was selfish. It was a bad plan.

It backfired.

Like it always did.

He sighed.

He hoped Sasuke would forgive him…

Lost in thought, he didn't notice the pounding of footsteps behind him until they were right on his heels.

"NARUTO!"

The blonde spun around just in time to catch Sasuke in his arms.

"What! What?"

"I'm Sorry!"

…

"What?" The blonde looked disbelieving at the boy in his arms.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to yell at you! I was just so... overwhelmed with the thought of you buying so many expensive things for me!"

The blonde giggled and then chuckled and then full blown-out laughed at the raven-haired teen in his arms.

"...What?" The Uchiha looked nervously at the blonde boy.

"It's...just...hahahahaha...!"

Sasuke growled. "WHAT?"

"You're just so adorable!"

"... Excuse me?"

"You're so cute when you're honest! Ahahahaha!"

Sasuke stared, unbelieving, at the man who had earlier rushed out of his room, face beet-red.

"...Really?"

"Ahahahahah...yeah, really."

Naruto pulled Sasuke into a tight embrace, resting his head on his comfortable shoulder and rubbing between his shoulder blades with the knuckles of his fist.

"Let's go home, Sasuke-kun, before you get more pollen up your nose. It is Spring, after all."

"Yeah," Sasuke said quietly to himself. "I guess it is."

He hoped it would never end.

Fin.

On the other side of town…

Kakashi: "Where the HELL HAS ALL MY SHIT GONE TO?"

Sakura: "Calm down. What are you talking about?"

Kakashi: I always put whatever I have moved from out of my apartment to here on the curb! Now it's all gone!

Sakura: What, exactly, are you missing?"

Kakashi: I DON'T KNOW! Like an X-box and some games and the other day I left my entire stuffed animal collection out here….

(1) A ramen cellar is like a wine cellar…except filled with RAMEN.

Mua: Eh? EH? I added Hinata! Aren't you proud?

IAJ- Please shut up. You're ruining the mood.

Mua: OOOOOOO, I'm SOOOOOOO-RY Mrs. I-don't-have-anything-better-to-do-than-hang-out-with-my-only-friend-writing-cutesy-love-stories-between-a-dumb-blonde-and –his-moody-brunette-counterpart

IAJ- *depressed*

Mua: Want some pop rocks? *hands poprocks to insomniatic, clinically depressed friend.

IAJ-…yes…. *chews*

Mua: Oh-kay! Well, see you next time!

IAJ- *crawls out of corner* Wait.

Mua: What?

IAJ- You forgot something.

Mua: …Oh.

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