A/N: An update in less than one week? Is this real life? (Yes, yes it is. Praise me~)
Who's On Top?
Naruto woke with a start and quickly began hyperventilating. Was that just?!... Did he just!?... "D-Dad?" he ventured out quietly, squinting in the darkness. He could have sworn he had heard his own father's voice just there!
"No, dobe. Just me," mumbled Sasuke from the floor beside Naruto's bed.
"O-Oh. Okay then. I thought I..." Naruto shook his head side to side vigorously to clear his head and then sighed. "Well, whatever..." he breathed out softly, "What are you doing here anyways?"
"Hn. It was cold in the living room so I came here to sleep," replied Sasuke. Naruto leant over the side of his mattress and saw his friend sleeping more or less under his bed; only his pale feet and left arm were visible. Sasuke was so weird.
"Were the bed bugs good company?" Naruto asked teasingly, swinging his legs over and stretching.
"Very," was the solemn response he received. Shrugging, the blonde sidestepped the pseudo-awake Uchiha and made his way to the washroom.
Halfway through his teeth-brushing session, Naruto noticed the smell of scrambled eggs wafting in and smiled. The one plus side to Sasuke's seemingly-permanent residence in his apartment were the fresh-cooked meals the dark-haired boy prepared around the clock. If Naruto promised to wash the dishes, Sasuke could even be persuaded to make ramen.
Finishing up his morning routine, Naruto flounced on into his kitchen. "It smells great!" he said happily, sitting down in front of a heaped pile of eggs, hash browns and onigiri. Sasuke hmmed in acknowledgement and added some salt to the eggs he was still stirring. He had learned, over the years, that although Naruto loved ramen, the rest of his tastes gravitated towards milder, ready-made foods. He himself, however, always tried to include something traditionally Japanese in his cooking, thus the odd menus. Secretly, Sasuke thought they suited the two of them.
Naruto bounced around in his seat until Sasuke's plate was also filled, and he had taken a seat beside him. Grinning, he pressed his hands together, said thanks, and tucked in to his food, ignorant to the soft smile tugging at the corners of his companion's lips; although, in Naruto's defense, that companion was probably ignorant to his own smile. He was ignorant lot of the time, especially when it came to his behavior around Naruto.
After pouring them both a glass of orange juice, Naruto placed his hands on his hips and frowned. "You know, if Tsunade's really serious, and she's rarely not serious, then that means we have time off today."
"Technically," Sasuke thought aloud, swirling his juice around in his glass, "We have time off indeterminably. Who knows how long they'll take to decide their stupid answer?"
The two finished their drinks as slowly as possible, not really sure what to do afterwards. They could probably train, but the two subconsciously realized that walking into a training ground full of high-ranking ninja currently obsessed with their private lives was probably not the smartest choice.
"You know, we haven't just hung out in a while..." tried Naruto, scratching the back of his neck. "We could watch some action flicks and order in take-out?"
Sasuke was stunned into speechlessness.
Naruto's face briefly fell and he started rubbing his arm and looking away," W-Well, unless you want to go home and like... do stuff... alone... without me... WHICH IS FINE TOO. I don't NEED you to stay here but-"
"Okay. Sorry, I was... thinking"
"Huh?"
"I'll stay and watch movies with you but no take-out, I'll cook."
"Cool! I mean...," Naruto cleared his throat, "Cool."
"...Usuratonkachi, don't try to act 'cool,' it doesn't suit you."
Naruto pouted. Putting on a ridiculously low voice he stood on his tiptoes and said, "Well, of course not. The great Ice Prince Seme, Sasuke, has spoken and us peasants must comply." And then Naruto tilted his head down and looked forward through his lashes, making his eyes look rounder and more glassy. He repeatedly pressed together his forefingers and furrowed his brows, "Or maybe we have to comply to tsundere!SasUKE, or, or else!" he shouted in a girly, strained pitch, "I guess it is in your name after all!" he finished, laughing in his regular voice.
Sasuke scoffed and rushed off to Naruto's pile of CDs and movies, trying to hide his flush. "First of all, you need to sort this crap out, and secondly, now that you know what that terminology means, why would you use it?!"
"I don't know! To get a rise out of you?"
"Well now you've aroused me, congratu-fucking-lations!"
"I didn't mean to a-arouse you, you giant perv!"
"What? Oh come off of it, not that kind of arouse!"
"What other kind of arouse is there?!"
"How about you shut the fuck up or I'll put on A Walk to Remember again and won't let you cuddle me."
"IT WAS ONE TIME!"
"MORE LIKE ONE HUNDRED TIMES, YOU LOSER."
Naruto blushed darkly but was determined to say something back to the taunting Uchiha, who was already regretting this line of dialogue. "Well, then why did you let me, huh? You could have pushed me away or stopped the movie or told me to get lost but you didn't-"
"N-Naruto, wait-" Sasuke interjected hotly, sensing that Naruto was going to take this conversation into a direction that neither of them were ready for.
Naruto, however, steamrolled right on through, taking small steps into Sasuke's personal space.
"-But you didn't! You didn't do anything. You let me snuggle right into your stupid shirt and you hugged me right back, don't think I forgot, touching my hair all gently and pulling me into your lap. Now, what does that say about you? HMMM?!"
Sasuke could think of a number of things that those actions said about him (did he really try and bring Naruto into his lap? Was he insane?) and he has willing to entertain none of them. He shut his eyes as though physically trying to force the weird thoughts from his head as the two ninjas faced off at an uncomfortably close distance. Naruto didn't seem to notice that he was inhaling the other's exhales; and Sasuke was backed up against the T.V., and couldn't move at all.
"...I can explain," explained Sasuke, putting his hands up in innocence. He just hoped the dobe hadn't put two and two together already.
"Then say it!" said Naruto, wondering why he suddenly felt warm thinking of the other's long fingers carding through his own hair.
"Well, it gets very cold in the evenings and you're really warm... So, being near you is just a survival tactic," he finished lamely.
Naruto folded his arms over his chest and squinted, "Says the boy who can literally breathe fire!"
Sasuke, recognizing an escape, schooled his face into as neutral a facade as possible and said, "...I'll keep that in mind, next time."
Naruto tsked and rolled his eyes. "Whatever. It's not like I mind, but if you do, I'll just seek comfort in Kakashi sensei's arms."
"Just try it and see what I'll do," growled Sasuke; his sharingan forming instantly as his body crackled with chackra.
"PLUSHIE Kakashi sensei's arm! Ero-Sasuke!"
"Oh," the Uchiha murmured quietly, eyes fading into black. Naruto rolled his eyes again and went back to his sofa. "But it's not my fault you omit the most important details," Sasuke said.
"And it's not my fault that you don't ask for clarification and jump to pervy conclusions," Naruto said back.
"...Oh shut up!" groaned Sasuke, flopping onto the sofa as well, sinking as deep into the soft material as he could with his dignity intact.
Naruto grinned at his victory in his latest verbal spat with Sasuke. Siddling right on up to the slouchy Uchiha for the second time that day, Naruto wrapped himself around his left arm and pressed a few buttons on his remote.
"Oh, I checked out the first season of Attack on Titan a while back, you want to marathon it?" he asked, completely forgetting about what they had just been arguing about.
"Hn," grumbled out Sasuke, in neither agreement nor disagreement, as he wondered what exactly was going on between him and Naruto.
All through the first two episodes, while Naruto threw things at the ugly titans and screeched his opinions at the main characters, Sasuke pondered their relationship.
It was only when Naruto paused the show and grabbed his chin that Sasuke was broken out of his thoughts.
"You know," said the blonde, twisting his face this way and that, "You kind of look like Mikasa."
"Isn't that the girl?" questioned Sasuke as Naruto tilted his head down towards his neck and jolting it suddenly to the left. He hadn't really been paying attention, and all the foreign names were hard to keep track of, but Mikasa sounded recognizably Japanese and female.
"Yeah, I guess," Naruto shrugged.
"Fantastic."
"Better than looking like a titan."
"Looking like you would be better than looking like a titan, Naruto."
"Hey!" cried Naruto, releasing his chin and orienting himself sideways so he could face Sasuke better. "I'll have you know," he said, "That Sakura told me that my looks improved the most since childhood!"
Sasuke scoffed, "That isn't necessarily a compliment..."
"...Damn, you're right." Naruto sighed and shook his head fondly before twisting to grab the remote to un-pause the video.
"...Say, you don't still like... like Sakura, do you?" asked Sasuke, hoping he sounded less nervous than he felt.
"No, I don't," the blond answered slowly, eyeing Sasuke suspiciously all the while, "Why, do you?" he sounded scandalized.
"Of course not!" Sasuke spluttered, "Just wondering. You used to be so hung up on her, and now you're not, but I didn't know if you were just being more subtle or if you had moved on or what..."
"Well, I have. Moved on, that is."
"Good."
"Good."
There was a moment of silence until Naruto whispered into Sasuke's ear, "And you were just frigid to begin with, right?"
Sasuke flushed and pinned Naruto to the hand-rest of the sofa. "Stop using sexual words in non-sexual contexts! Do you even know what you sound like?" he said, voice laced with frustration.
"But I learned so many new words and I want to show them off! What's the point if I don't?" Naruto shot back teasingly, trying to wiggle his way out of the other's hold.
"Then get into a sexual situation and use them then!" screamed Sasuke, pushing harder against the squirming limbs.
Naruto flushed and rolled them onto the floor, reversing their positions so that he could pin Sasuke's arms down. "Okay, but do you even know what you sound like?" he screamed right back.
And suddenly the two boys were in a deadlock staring competition, breathing heavily and with no idea as to when this all began (although they both knew it was far before the incident at the mission desk), what was currently happening, how they ended up like this, why they ended up like this, and where they were going to move from there.
Typical.
A/N: So a couple of my friends had told me to watch SNK and I finally did. The show was really intense, well structured and the artwork is really nice but I'm not sure if I'll carry on watching it. (I mean, damn, there has been like zero comic relief as of yet and since I'm a complete loser, I really need some stupid puns/jokes/sarcastic comment or something in my shows). Anyways, I hope you like the chapter and were pleased by my ~speediness~ Please review!
Love, K.M.