A/N: So after reading the comments of my reviewers, Lily and Ness, I thought it might be nice to do a sort of epilogue about SNS watching television! Sasuke and Naruto watched Attack on Titan in the main story, and I wanted to reflect on that a little bit more! Tbh, I've only every watched a few episodes of Attack on Titan myself, and found it a bit too gory... This chapter is a little angsty, but it ends in syrupy sweet cotton candy fluff.

I hope that you will be able to enjoy:) I may also include an epilogue about Gaara, so stay tuned for that as well~

Who's On Top?

It happened when Naruto and Sasuke were sitting around their living room table, preparing fruit brought over by Sakura.

Their teammate had brought the fruit to the two of them in a rush, hurriedly explaining that she was hosting a birthday party for Ino that evening, and that she needed them to make fruit punch and some thing called an 'edible arrangement' to use as table centerpieces. Apparently, Sakura had originally planned on doing all of this herself, but when she realized that she didn't have anything to wear, she needed to go buy something immediately and ask her 'two best friends in the whole wide world, to please please please help out!...'

Sasuke had rolled his eyes, but Naruto seemed bright-eyed and cutely interested in trying to re-create some of the example images Sakura had (knowingly, manipulatively) brought with her. So of course... Sasuke relented.

So they were sitting there; Naruto, a man who struggled to cut rabbit ears out of apple slices, was trying to carve fish-scale patterns into the delicate skins of oranges, and painting specific parts with some kind of food dye (dye made from locally sourced, organic Yamanaka flower extract because 'This is what it means to be at peace, Sasuke! People don't have to just eat nutrient pills, and fire-roasted meat! They can eat oranges! But dye them blue first! Blüoranges! This is the height of decadence, haha!') to create some kind of gradient mermaid looking effect.

Sasuke thought the design looked more like the scale pattern of this snake that he had once spoke to on his way to Sunagakure, but he kept that opinion to himself.

He himself was using some wire to slice watermelon pieces into rose petal shapes (and trying not to think about licking the little splatters of sweet pink liquid that sprayed onto Naruto's face and neck while he did so.)

The T.V. was playing in the background as they worked in relative silence. Occasionally, Naruto would flick through the channels on the remotes (seeing as how he was the only one sitting in a position to see the T.V.; while Sasuke was sitting with his back to the screen) channel surfing until he found something he liked or recognized.

That's when it started.

"Hey, it's Attack on Titan! Re-runs after so long? Nice," Naruto said, putting down the remote and craning his head a little to see both the example image of the edible arrangement and the television screen at the same time.

But neither of them even knew it was happening.

"Don't cut yourself, Naruto," Sasuke warned in a low voice, slicing through the watermelon with increasing speed and focus; not even slowing when a whole seed flew out and smacked Naruto's forehead. Naruto flicked it away and nodded absently, now more focused on the anime plot line than the fruit he had volunteered them to prepare. Typical dobe.

Sasuke rolled his eyes.

Soon, the episode was in the thick of a violent battle, and the screams and sounds of flesh tearing increased to a hectic frenzy. Sasuke tried hard not to wince; to drown out the sounds of the television with the sounds of watermelon slicing. How much damn fruit was there anyways? Shouldn't they have been done by now? He wanted to go take a shower and lie down, although Naruto seemed to be enjoying himself, leisurely watching the program while slowly skinning the fruit, and for some reason it set Sasuke on edge.

And it was illogical, which was even more frustrating, because why should he be on edge?

This party didn't really matter, so there was no reason to be so invested in the inherently stupid act of cutting fruit to look like flowers when Ino ran a damned flower shop. And why shouldn't Naruto enjoy watching this show instead? It was supposed to be an enthralling, critically acclaimed show. Sure it was violent, but it was just fiction after all. In fact, he was probably the weird one for not liking the immensely popular show; even the ever-intelligent Shikamaru occasionally watched it in the jounin break room, so it must have been appealing to both dobes and smart people alike.

Sasuke looked back over his shoulder at the screen and cringed, hard enough that his muscles jumped awkwardly under his skin. They were showing a flashback to some sweet looking woman being brutally murdered; blood split-splattering across the entire screen as her throat was slit and she tried to choke out her last words.

The wire he held jumped out of his hands and snapped, drawing blood against his cheek, splattering across a piece of watermelon. "Fuck!"

"Sasuke! Hey, are you okay?" Naruto asked, turning the T.V. off and coming around the table to check Sasuke's face. He reached out to touch the red wound, when Sasuke suddenly pulled away.

"Just go back to watching your stupid fucking show, Naruto!" he yelled, walking as fast as he could to the washroom. Naruto was momentarily bewildered at Sasuke's suddenly awful mood (he had just been ogling his face, sticky with fruit juice a moment ago, after all) but he instinctively took off after him, following him to the sink where Sasuke ran his hands under cold water, and then pressed them to his face, hissing all the while.

"Sasuke..."

"It's fine, alright! I'm fine," Sasuke grit his teeth hard enough that the grinding sound was audible.

Naruto thought hard; exactly what had caused this? They hadn't been doing anything at all out of the ordinary; cutting some average fruit, watching some average T.V...

Well, watching some pretty violent T.V.; violent enough that it would probably make sense for a normal person to flinch at it, but Sasuke was powerful enough to level out enemies hundreds of times more powerful than the huge, naked, ugly humanoid titans without even breaking a sweat. Hell, he did so on a semi regular basis; it was his job after all.

But then again, Naruto thought back to a few years ago; when no matter how much Kakashi sensei pleaded Sasuke to join ANBU, Sasuke refused to acquiesce.

"No, I don't care what stupid fucking reasons people give. I don't even care who they are; Satan's wife and kids? I'll still say the same thing... " Sasuke's voice was chillingly emotionless; as though he didn't even have to think through the words he was saying to say them, "I'm not joining ANBU until you work with me to make sure that no part of the Konoha ANBU force is out there acting in ways that could injure and traumatize civilians, or the family members of our intended targets... The collateral isn't collateral when it's you... And I'm not a damn terrorist; I'm not killing some illegal weapons' traders' wife to show him who's boss, when she's probably a victim too."

Naruto let out a low hiss through his teeth. Damn.

He had even been there when Sasuke had argued against the desires of Konoha officials; been there to see him smile when Kakashi had handed over this ominous scroll with every ANBU secret into Sasuke's possession, into Uchiha hands for the first time ever, about damned time as he ascended to be the new commander of the ANBU tactical forces, the face of a new revolution of transparency and empathy.

Perhaps they were still some ways away from total peace, like Itachi had really wanted, but Sasuke was trying so hard.

And as the eighth Hokage of Konoha and partner of the last surviving Uchiha, he had seen how hard Sasuke had worked to make sure that nobody would ever have to experience something like he had, like his mother had. And Naruto should have known, right? That he wouldn't want to see something like that, either in fiction or in real life; how could he have let it slip his mind so easily?

"I'm going to just be blunt," Naruto said, shaking his head, eyelids half-lidded in frustration at his own damn self, "I'm sorry for making you sit through that. I should have been able to read that you weren't into it; and honestly, it's not even that far of a connection to make, that you wouldn't like... to watch... something so explicit and senselessly violent..."

Sasuke looked away and closed his eyes, "...I don't care about that show; where did you get it in your head that I could be affected by something as childish as that...? How weak do you think I... am?" His words seemed forceful, but his tone was weak and breathy.

Naruto felt his mouth curl up into a scowl; and he reached forward, slow enough that Sasuke could evade him if he wanted to, but deliberate enough that he could feel the warmth and the strength in his grip, pressing tight into his shoulders, forcing him to meet him eye-to-eye.

"Sasuke, I'm sorry, but what have I ever done to you-, to make you think that you feeling something... especially something like too much empathy and pain at other people's suffering, would be something that I consider a weakness? It doesn't even make any sense; how is being compassionate a weakness?"

Sasuke leaned forward and pulled Naruto in close by the fabric of his t-shirt collar, "Of course it's a weakness! What else would it be? You and everyone else can watch this kind of content, fully exist in the reality of our lives and environment, but I can't; isn't that a sign that I'm deficient in some way?"

Naruto felt himself get really, really upset at that; face growing hot at Sasuke's poor self-evaluation. Even if it was from Sasuke himself, Naruto couldn't tolerate anyone saying anything bad about him.

He pushed Sasuke backwards until his back hit the rim of the sink.

"How about it's a sign of you being human, huh?" he said in a low voice, pushing back until their fronts were pressed together, "That you can't stand the violence around you, and are trying to do something about it is a good thing. And you know there are things that I don't like to watch either, stuff that each of us hate to be near! I mean... I know I cry at a lot of stuff so you may think I'm used to it, but I can cry at some dumb rom-com, or drama or whatever and still function... But I can't watch movies about bullying or..., or child abandonment... I had to full-on leave Sakura's house when she put on Nobody Knows;, and didn't go to work the next day;do you think that makes me weak?"

Now it was Sasuke's turn to get angry. He flipped their positions, and held Naruto tight, shaking him hard, "Don't be ridiculous, how could I judge you for something like that? How could you?! You've been through so much, and you're still so strong! Strong enough to save me, save everyone!" he cried, voice tight with emotion.

Naruto screamed, knocking their foreheads together, "THEN HOW COULD YOU, YOU MORON?"

When Sakura walked into Naruto and Sasuke's apartment, about a quarter to five; it was to find an assortment of their shadow clones (well, mostly Naruto's shadow clones, with three of Sasuke's) putting the finishing touches on a variety of elaborate edible arrangements.

"The real ones are in the bedroom," said a Naruto-clone, taking cues from a Sasuke-clone on how to center a pineapple-cut-into-a-star on one of the arrangements, styled to look like a starry night sky.

Ino would totally love it.

With a smile on her face, Sakura walked further into the apartment and spotted the two of them dressed in formal shirts and suit pants, reclining on their bed; their faces illuminated by flashing images on a small laptop screen propped up on both of their laps.

'I'm the only one who can satisfy Victor. I'm the only one in the world who knows Victor's love. I'll prove that now!'

Well, that certainly answered the question she didn't ask. She reached inside her bag and pulled out a soft Makkachin plush that Ino had given her for her own birthday in the spring, and immediately hurled it at the two men now staring wide-eyed at Yuuri's figure skating performance.

"Sakura-chaaaaaaaaaaaannnn!" That was Naruto.

"Why are you mad?! The fruit's done!" And that would be Sasuke.

She sighed, "I told you to be ready before five didn't I? Come on, let's get a move on, hurry hurry!"

"But I want to finish the rest of Yuri on Ice! It's so good!" Naruto said, but he still shrugged on his suit jacket; a black one with embroidered silk brocade lapels, and an off-white pocket square threaded with red swirling details.

"...It is good. Victor is very... elegant, and Yuuri is charming," Sasuke added, buttoning up his own coat; this one a dark grey with navy blue pinstripes, complete with a jet black pocket square and matching black tie.

They looked hot, and Ino would totally love it, so Sakura smiled again; but it was also a little strange. After all, Naruto still walked around the village with a custom orange flak jacket under his Hokage coat, and Sasuke still pulled out a man-skirt every once in a while.

"When did you guys start dressing so...?"

"Ahhh," Naruto scratched his cheek, "Well, actually, we didn't buy these outfits. We got a package from Orochimaru about an hour ago with these clothes in them, and a request to wear them tonight."

Sasuke rolled his eyes, "I still don't see what was so wrong with what we were going to wear," gesturing towards a heap of orange, and some overly-flowy dark fabric.

Sakura laughed. Some things would never change; gay, bi, or straight - Naruto was Naruto, and Sasuke was Sasuke, and that meant two things;

1) They loved each other to the ends of the Earth.

2) They had no fucking clue how to dress like adults.

She laughed all the way to the party; one of her best friends on each of her arms.

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