나를: Welcome to another chapter! I'm not sure if I have ten reviews yet because I'm just writing this for fun (there's really nothing to do besides write on this stupid trip to Texas).

IAJ- I like it.

나를: The trip? Why?

IAJ- I'm hoping the change of scenery will help me sleep.

나를: …

IAJ- What?

나를: Nothin'. Just that you aren't a real person. So! How have my faithful readers been doing? I hope your reviews are both creative and constructive! I have to go un-pack my car now, so I'll see you at the end of the chapter!

Oh! And on the last chapter, I meant to say that (1) is a quote from the comedian Daniel Tosh. Gosh, I hope I don't get flagged for that…

*I decided to post this chapter EVEN THOUGH I don't have ten reviews yet, which makes me very sad. But ya' know what makes me sadder? Not writing. So here ya go, mo' fo's-

Warning: Yaoi

I don't own Naruto.

Or a pair of swim-trunks.

Rain.

He hated it.

With a burning passion.

Too bad 'burning' wasn't possible since the rain would just put it out.

He hated it because it reminded him of sadness and loneliness.

On days like these Naruto would curl up on the couch and listen to smooth jazz, wishing Sasuke would hold him, tight as a bug in a rug, and tell him it was okay. Unfortunately, this particular day was one of a thunder storm.

Lighting was also not one of the blonde's strong suits, and Sasuke couldn't honestly say that he enjoyed it either.

The constant threat of fire and unpredictably loud sounds didn't put him at ease one bit.

They had begun their daily routine this morning with the hopes of a silent Sunday with each other as company.

It was days like this one that would remind them of their freedom to do anything that they wanted.

Except if a storm was involved.

If a storm was brewing, Naruto would hunker down in his room until the sun chose to show its shining face. Sadly, for Naruto, he was watching television when a hurricane announcement stated that there was a warning for all of the Fire Lands. The blonde didn't need that. Not right now, when the rain was coming down in thick sheets, coating the glass in a second, wavy layer.

A crack of lighting.

That was REALLY close… Naruto thought, as he watched the rain pelt down upon the murky glass, covering the empty streets below, turning dirt to mud and Naruto's excentric character into a shell of its former self.

…..

In a room only a few feet away from the fear-stricken Naruto, lay Sasuke, trying to drown out the noise of the rain with his loud rock music blaring into his eardrums, vibrating his head into a mix of electric guitar, bass and a very moody singer, who obviously had a lot on his mind.

Sasuke could relate.

Trying to keep his mind off the subject of torrential downpours and a dumb blonde he may or may not be able to hear the whimpers of, he turned up the music louder, settling on Dropkick Murphy's; a band that managed to put an Irish feel into their work while still blowing out your ear sockets. Sasuke felt himself relax, but his mind wandered back to the boy in the room next to him.

In all honesty, he would rather listen to Naruto quietly breathing next to him rather than his extensive collection of AC/DC.

He just couldn't bring himself to do it; to ask Naruto to sleep with him.

Sasuke was pondered his current choices: To be or not to be.

On one hand, he could go and comfort Naruto. Feel his warm, soft hair against his chin and wrap his arms around the other boy, rubbing his back and nuzzling in his neck. He could-

Sasuke was stopped short when he heard his door creak open and a small sliver of light hit the wall opposite the now slightly ajar door. He leaned over the side of his bed and saw the faintest hint of a tear streaked across Naruto's cheek, as if it had been wiped away only moments before.

"Naruto?"

The blonde jumped, startled by the voice he thought belonged to a sleeping Sasuke.

"Sasuke?" he inquired nervously.

Sasuke had made his decision.

"Come here," Sasuke said as he straightened up in his bed, letting the covers pool around his waist. "There's room."

Naruto, almost pained with relief of the invitation, walked to Sasuke's bedside in only three short strides.

He put a knee on the bed saying, "Are you sure it's okay?"

Sasuke, nodding, grasped the younger boy's hand and pulled him into a warm embrace, content with the feeling of Naruto, as he circled his hands around the back of Sasuke's neck.

"Sasuke…" Naruto murmured, scooting closer to the ninja, wrapping his legs around the paler boy's waist.

"It's okay. Shhhh, shh. It's fine. I'm here. Shh." Sasuke continued to whisper sweet nothings into Naruto's ears as they both fell asleep in the same bed, the loud mp3 player, forgotten on the floor and the sound of rain; a silent lullaby between two lovers.

나를: I loved, how that one turned out! A little more shoujo than usual and very nice.

IAJ- The ending is the same.

나를: Excuse me?

IAJ: Whenever you write a story, the ending is always the same. At first he hates the rain, now he likes it? It's the same as the trip one, where they were having a terrible time and then they decide that they like it.

나를: …

IAJ- Are…are you okay?

나를: …..

IAJ- Um.

나를: ….. AAAAAAAAAhuhuhuhuhuhuuuuugh *bawling her eyes out* REVVVVVVIEEEEEW *cries more*