A/N: No, chapter 5 was not the end of the story; there's still more to happen. You'll love what I have planned for the end of the story, though… ^_^ Hmm… first, there's this, then there'll be… well, Temari will have to be involved somehow… Gaara will be in it at some point… Maybe I'll put Itachi's pet goldfish (insert name of said goldfish here. No, seriously. Blue, shark dude, weird face, but what's his name?) in for the fun of it… Ino's had her turn; same with Kakashi… Maybe Kiba… Hmm, maybe I'll put in Hinata… Rock Lee is banned from the pages of any fanfic I write so he's definitely not making an appearance… Ohh, I want that girl teacher in it, too… So there'll be at least another six chapters. Enjoy!

Too Many Interruptions
Chapter 6: Shikamaru

…at that moment, the doorbell rang.

"I'm almost tempted to tell whoever it is that they're already too late." Sasuke and Naruto broke into another quiet fit of laughter at this comment, but the person at the door was still there and they proved it by ringing the doorbell again. They stopped laughing and looked at each other, both thinking the same thing.

"You answer it!" they both blurted out at the same time. Their expressions turned to glares as they stared each other down, trying to force the other to give up and answer the door.

"My pants are wet!" Sasuke said in an angry whisper. "What would they think?"

Naruto rolled his eyes and replied in an equally angry tone, "Well, I'm not even wearing pants! Do you expect me to walk around the neighbourhood like this?"

Sasuke shook his head, refusing to back down, and kept arguing. "I'm not asking you to go outside, only to answer the bloody door!"

"You're gonna be bloody in a minute! You answer the door! Sasuke…" Naruto growled, now resorting to flat-out orders to get the door answered.

"What? I'm not getting the door. You can put on pants." Sasuke felt the testosterone in his body building at the possibility of a fight. He knew he probably couldn't beat Naruto but he really didn't want to get up and ruin the moment of bliss. Another aspect of this argument occurred to him then and he narrowed his eyes. "Besides, it's your house," he said with an air of finality, rolling to his side, off Naruto, and passing him his pants.

Naruto groaned, defeated by Sasuke's logic, and snatched his pants out of Sasuke's hands. He sat up and was about to put them on when he stopped and blushed. "One last touch…?" he pleaded, slightly desperate and highly embarrassed. He couldn't look Sasuke in the eye for fear of being rejected. He knew he was being silly but he really didn't want that to be their final romantic encounter. He also knew that if Sasuke planned to finish their relationship then and there, there was no way he'd do as Naruto asked—but hey, it was worth a try.

"Is that what your problem was?" Sasuke said with a note of wonder in his voice. The doorbell rang again, impatient. "You're an idiot, Naruto. Did you think I was gonna leave just because of a little fight?" He laughed softly and stroked Naruto's cheek. The blonde ninja looked at Sasuke cautiously.

"So, we're still good?" he asked, hoping he hadn't terribly misread Sasuke and they were still together and happy. He knew Sasuke had a bad temper and he wasn't sure if he'd gotten over it or not.

Sasuke smiled. "Get rid of them and I'll meet you in your bedroom." His smile grew wider and he added more to his bargain: "More specifically, your bed."

Happy that the argument was insignificant and completely behind them, Naruto quickly pulled on his pants as he stood up and said, "Deal." He walked over to the door and the bell rang yet again, shrill and demanding. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," he muttered to nobody in particular.

He noticed, as he walked past the mirror in his hallway, that he looked rather unkempt. His hair was sticking up in odd directions—worse than usual—and his clothes were torn. He frowned a little as he noticed this. He couldn't quite remember when his shirt had gotten ripped, but he wasn't really paying much attention to his clothes so it wasn't very surprising.

He reached the door and opened it, staying half-hidden behind it. "Hello?" he called out hesitantly.

"Hey, Naruto! How are you?" his visitor greeted him cheerfully. She was wearing a flowery, white sundress, a smile and holding a cute little basket in one hand. It swung from side to side when she lifted up her other hand and waved.

"I'm okay, Sakura!" he answered in his usual enthusiastic manner. He couldn't help but be made happier by her surprise visit, even at a time that made him almost hate her for her insistent interruption.

Sakura noticed him looking at her dress. "It's a day off for our squad. Didn't you know?"

Naruto shook his head.

"Oh, well, Tsunade told Kakashi that your back was hurt in a delicate area and it wouldn't be good if you strained yourself so she gave us all a day for ourselves! Just for you!" She tilted her head to the side and smiled cutely. "I mean, it's horrible that you're injured but it's nice to have a break," she explained in more depth, worried that Naruto might take her previous words the wrong way and get mad.

"Well, that's great, Sakura. But is there a reason you're here?" Naruto asked. He realised at the last moment that he might sound like he was trying to get rid of her—and he was—but he added anyway, "'Cause I was in the middle of… something, and… you're not listening."

Sakura had launched right into an explanation straightaway and had completely missed Naruto's pathetic excuse. "You're sick, right? I made these for you and I used this old family recipe and here you go!" she said quickly, handing him a basket. "See, my great grandmother on my mother's mother's side's sister's husband's brother-in-law also married into my family in a later generation and was with my grandmother on my father's side after grandpa died and they're all dead now but they liked cooking and they made this recipe and it's a secret family recipe and I figured you might need something to cheer you up!"

Why did talking to Sakura always leave Naruto so exhausted? Her mere presence made him want to curl up in bed and sleep. Maybe that's why she's so cheerful, Naruto thought. She sucks the life out of the people around her. He wondered how she could even remember how this person she was going on and on about was related to her.

"I suppose, you could say, he was my step-grandpa," she mused, tilting her head to the other side and putting a finger to her cheek. She frowned slightly, thinking hard. Naruto guessed she was thinking of other ways to describe her relation to her step-grandpa, so he snapped himself out of his thoughts and frantically looked around for something to distract her—or else she might go on all day.

He'd forgotten about the basket she'd just handed him and he seized his chance gratefully, opening it, for he had no idea what she'd made him.

The warm smell of apples and cinnamon drifted out from underneath the red and white polka-dot cloth, which, until a few moments ago, had been hiding the contents of the basket but now revealed the presence of many freshly baked apple pies. The delicious smell sent Naruto's mouth watering and he almost became lost in the fantasies of pie now surrounding his consciousness. He half-closed his eyes and muttered as clearly as he could, "Wow. Thanks." The feelings drowning his senses were similar to something he'd felt not too long ago… With a jolt, he remembered Sasuke.

That's right; he was supposed to be getting rid of Sakura, not fantasising about pie. Even that hot, sweet pie with its creamy insides and perfectly circular edges… Drat, I'm doing it again, he thought. Okay—get rid of her.With his new resolve, he looked at Sakura again. She was still smiling, obviously pleased with his reaction to her cooking. "Uh, thanks. I'm very grateful," he said, this time trying to hint with his tone and body language that there wasn't much more to be said.

"I baked them myself," Sakura reminded him. Then she became serious. Stalker serious. "By the way, have you seen Sasuke today?"

Naruto almost choked on a piece of the pie he was already stuffing into his mouth. He swallowed it quickly, eyes watering from the heat, and waited a moment for the pain to subside. "Uh, nope." He hoped he sounded confident.

"Alright. Bye, then. Get well soon."

Sakura left, mumbling something to herself that sounded a lot like "But I followed his tracks here…"

Naruto shut the door.

"God, she's really stalking me." Sasuke's voice came from behind Naruto. He turned around and silently handed the dark, young man a pie from the basket he'd just put down on the little table next to the door. They stared at each other solemnly, finishing the delicious snacks.

"Weren't you waiting in my bed?" Naruto questioned.

"I got bored," Sasuke answered, licking his fingers. "And I smelt the cinnamon," he added with a smile. "You know how I feel about cinnamon," he continued conversationally, now attacking his middle finger.

When Naruto didn't answer, Sasuke looked at him and saw that his mind was occupied. He seemed fixated on Sasuke's mouth and its contact with his fingers. "Come on," Naruto whispered, taking Sasuke by the hand and going off to play in his room.

Sasuke lay flat on his back on Naruto's bed. Tsunade had lied when she told Sakura and Kakashi that Naruto needed a day to rest; he was absolutely fine. She was nicer than they had expected. It was a good choice, letting her in on the secret.

Naruto was thinking pretty much the same thing as Sasuke until he got on his hands and knees over him and realised he was nervous. Him, Naruto Uzumaki, nervous. He could paint over legendary statues and feel only the thrill of knowing he would be recognised as the culprit and people would pay attention to him, if only for a day. But now he was nervous about touching and kissing someone he loved and trusted. He'd done this kind of thing before, hadn't he?

No, he answered his own silent question. He'd kissed Sasuke a billion times and touched him just as much. But this time was different; this time was more. They'd loved each other for so long but this was to be the first time they ever actually completely gave in to each other and did it.

The fun they'd had earlier they'd already tried so many times before, so it was almost routine that they'd be interrupted. They didn't expect it to go as far as it did, but now… this was deliberate and they knew exactly what they were getting into. Sasuke swallowed. It seemed he was nervous, too. "You nervous, Naruto?" he asked softly, showing that gentle side of his personality that was rarely seen by anyone other than Naruto.

Naruto couldn't answer out loud and admit his weakness, so he simply nodded.

"Me, too," Sasuke said, searching the depths of Naruto's blue eyes for any reluctance to continue. He found none and reassured himself that their love was strong as that of penguins—because penguins mate for life.

"So, Sasuke," Naruto began, finding his voice now that his confidence was fuelled by the knowledge that he wasn't alone in his nervousness. "Can I be on top?" he asked, blushing furiously and looking away in refusal to meet Sasuke's eyes again as he seemed to be able to read Naruto's mind whenever they looked at each other.

There was only silence as an answer for a while as Sasuke's mind processed Naruto's request. How did this blonde think? What led to that? Sasuke had no idea what made Naruto tick, but he wanted to. He wanted to take him apart and search through each part of him until he discovered exactly what things made him happy and what made him excited. He wanted to know everything.

The hunger for Naruto pounced on him suddenly and he grabbed the blonde's hand, pulling him forward roughly. As their lips crashed together, Sasuke dragged him closer and Naruto lost his balance, ending up sprawled unceremoniously across the dark ninja's body.

Naruto put a hand behind Sasuke's head and each kept attacking the other's mouth. Sasuke felt his body begin to react to the contact, memories and feelings from earlier that morning now swimming to the surface. He spread his legs a bit, giving himself room to grow as the feelings swimming to the surface made him more excited and rather hard. Naruto gladly used the extra room, slotting his leg in and bringing it up slowly and expertly nudging Sasuke softly, encouraging him. Moans were released. Though neither knew which one was making the sounds, it served to make them push harder and move faster.

Naruto took the smooth fabric of Sasuke's shirt in his hands and pulled it up and over his head, his fingers massaging the skin. While his lips left Sasuke's and moved down his neck and across his chest, Sasuke's hands found their way up Naruto's shirt, clutching tightly as the blonde moved down his body and started licking and nibbling his nipples. Naruto's fingers teased across Sasuke's ribs and down to the edge of his pants, sneaking under the edge and then coming out again like he was trying to reach Sasuke's arousal without being noticed.

Sasuke got sick of this game after Naruto repeated his action several times, getting closer and closer each turn, and he removed Naruto's shirt quickly and effortlessly, running his slender fingers down the almost-a-scar on Naruto's back and moving his own legs further apart. He pushed Naruto's body in between his legs and wrapped himself around the blonde, throwing his head back in delight when the man on top moved up again and kissed the curse mark on the side of his neck.

CRASH!

Suddenly, Sasuke couldn't feel Naruto on top of him anymore. Sharp objects rained down on him. He shut his eyes instinctively when he saw shining glass fly towards his face. He felt something wet on his bare chest. A second later, he realised it hurt. "Ah!" he exclaimed, astonished. He moved his arms away from his face when nothing more fell on him. He opened his eyes and his first impression of the room was that it glittered. Although that was confusing and distracting, he had to tend to the urgencies before anything else so he examined himself for injuries.

His arms had many little cuts on them and most of them were bleeding. On his chest and stomach, the majority of cuts were small like the ones on his arms but there were large pieces of glass sticking out of some very bloody gashes. Through the haze of shock and pain, his brain managed to comprehend what had happened. The window next to his bed had just shattered.

Why?

He had no idea. He just knew he was hurt, lying on his back with his legs spread far apart, bleeding and covered in glass.

"Dude, are you alright?" A voice he didn't expect to hear came to him through the daze, and he opened his eyes again, unable to remember closing them.

Shikamaru was perched on the window sill, looking at him, concerned. As Sasuke watched, he kicked a piece of glass out of the way and stepped into the room through the now permanently open window. He held out a hand to Sasuke after looking at him for a moment. Shikamaru was pretty clever and only had to look at Sasuke to understand what he'd been doing. Sasuke took Shikamaru's hand and sat up, bringing his legs together as he did so. He was too shocked to do much other than be shocked.

"Argh! What the hell?!" Naruto's voice came loudly. Sasuke immediately leaned over the side of the bed towards the sounds of Naruto sitting up. He registered, as his hips made contact with the bed, that his erection was still, well, erect.

"Naruto!" he said, worried when he saw Naruto rubbing his head. "Are you al—Why are you on the floor?!"

Shikamaru leaned off the bed, next to Sasuke, and watched, amused, as Naruto turned around and glared at him. "This hit me in the head!" the blonde exclaimed, holding up a baseball. Sasuke felt anger rise in him as he connected the dots; they'd been interrupted by the baseball game he'd walked past that morning!

"Shikamaru! Did you throw that?" Sasuke accused, turning on his side to glare at Shikamaru, who was now smiling.

"It wasn't me," he assured them, waving his hands in a negative gesture. "Choji threw it a bit high and I didn't hit it," he explained, now laughing. The glares were close to burning holes in his head.

Naruto looked at Sasuke and his eyes fell upon the red of his blood. "Sasuke! You're bleeding!"

"I know," he answered. "Is that how you ended up on the floor? When that ball hit you in the head?" He frowned at Shikamaru.

"Yeah—it knocked me out." Naruto stood up and checked his own body for injuries. Shikamaru was laughing and he stood up again and walked towards the door—er, window.

Before he exited the way he'd come, he turned around and asked, "Can I have the ball now?" Naruto threw the ball directly at Shikamaru's face but—unfortunately—he caught it.

He was still laughing as he jumped out the window, cheerfully adding, "Enjoy your little romance. I'm off to keep playing baseball with Choji and Temari."

Naruto and Sasuke just sat there next to the window for a moment as Shikamaru's words sunk in. He knows. Shikamaru knew about them. The two ninjas were annoyed and in pain. They watched Shikamaru walking away, casually tossing the ball up and catching it again. The irritation they felt had completely ruined the mood and now they'd have to visit Tsunade.

This interruption was by far the worst one yet. And now someone else knew about their love and there was no guarantee that he'd keep it a secret. They looked at each other angrily, and then Sasuke called out before Shikamaru left their line of sight, "Don't tell anyone!"

Shikamaru didn't turn around or give any indication that he'd heard. Naruto shut the curtains, hiding a small smile. "I'll clean all this up. You should go see Tsunade," he said to Sasuke, taking a broom out of his cupboard.

Sasuke pulled all the big pieces of glass out of himself, wincing with each one, and pushed a conveniently placed towel up to his body, stopping the blood from going everything. He picked up his shirt and muttered, "Bye." He turned around and walked towards the door.

Naruto's goodbye was simply silence, with a hint of tension.

Interruption 5: Does this count as survival?

A/N: Look out! The plot is comingth... The next chapter is an explanation of stuff. OMG, I just realised why "TMI" always seemed so familiar when I said it. I go to talk about this story and I say like "you know in TMI... etc" right? IT STANDS FOR "TOO MUCH INFORMATION!" It took me a whole day to write this chapter... We edited this while listening to Phyllis' playlist of 'Super Random Happy Songs' (title subject to change). It includes the Caramelldansen (Swedish), Anima Libera (Italian), GO!!! and Melt (Japanese). By the way, we are not fluent in any of these languages.

BR/N: Just so you know, you shouldn't feel stupid/dumb/blindsighted if you haven't caught onto what the actual plot of this story is yet. I have no idea either. Ciel In A Dress has tried explaining it to me several times already, but... I just don't get it, it's completely pointless and it makes no sense. (Ciel In A Dress: "Gee, thanks, Phyllis...")