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Warning: Shonen-ai at the moment that means boyxboy. Don't like then why are you even here?
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"Talking"
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He hated that smirk Sasuke always gave him. He hated how he seemed to be on the end of that smirk every time. He hated how Sasuke was so damn…Sasuke!
Naruto growled a polite "no" as he passed the raven. Naruto headed to the couch and dumped all of his bags, well aware of the intensive stare he was receiving. He glanced back and sighed at the figure still standing in his apartment's entryway, "You coming in or not teme? You're letting the cold air in."
Naruto watched as Sasuke slowly detached himself from the frame and closed the door behind him. Sasuke's gaze never once left his body. For some reason, the blond felt as if his fate was just sealed. Cliché but hey, if the shoe fits… more wonderful clichés.
Maybe Naruto should have just told him to go away or just something. Maybe Naruto should be mad at the teme. Maybe Naruto should just get some hot tea.
Tea sounded very nice at that moment.
It was getting colder as winter was right around the corner. Tonight was the perfect example with how cold Sasuke's hands were. Naruto tried not to think of the man sitting on his couch in his living room. Waiting for him. Naruto banged his head against the cabinet wondering why Sasuke always did this to him.
The raven occupied most of his thought s almost all day. Here Naruto was trying to graciously accept the man's disappearance and ta-da! Welcome back, teme…
As Naruto barely walked into the kitchen, ruffling sounds came from the innocent shopping bags in the living room.
Naruto swore that if Sasuke dared to look through those bags, he would lay a few punches on that glorious face of his. It's bad enough that Sakura went through all that trouble to fix his clothes up a bit, and now that bastard was…just making room on the couch.
All of his new clothes were shoved on the ground in a helpless heap. The raven was sitting in a seemingly relaxed pose, but his tense shoulders gave him away. He may have been a master of disguise when it came to feelings, but no one can really control their body language. Not even Sasuke.
"Could you wait while I put this up," Naruto asked lifting the bags up, barely able to keep the anger from spilling out of his voice.
"Hn." Was that all the Uchiha could ever say? Naruto grumbled about stupid anti-social emos and their stubborn pride all the way down to his room.
Sasuke let his eyes wander on Naruto figure as the blond turned to carry the bags into what was probably his bedroom. He sighed at the little glare Naruto always seems to give him until a soft smile overcame his features as Naruto struggle to keep the weight of the bags from tripping him. In the end, Naruto actually did trip over some imaginary "rock" that appeared out of nowhere.
He mentally slapped himself while Naruto slipped out of his sight. Every corner of his friend's apartment was studied intensely and stored into his brain for future reference later. Sasuke let his thoughts drift to their last conversation on the soccer field. Sasuke actually was surprised that they didn't end up with broken ribs during their intense match.
Sasuke wanted to end the pointless fights there; anything from having to harm Naruto. As long as he was near Naruto, he didn't care. All he wanted as the blond in his arms, safe and sound. He pulled himself out of his musing when a loud thump and colorful cursing came from the back room.
The raven stood up gracefully and calmly yelled, "What are you doing back there?"
Naruto was lying pitifully on the floor in a mountain of clothes. He audibly cursed the fabrics, Sakura, and for being so clumsy before he realized that Sasuke was standing at his door. The blond blushed a thousand shades of red before he finally got a hold of himself, "… It seems I kind of slipped."
"You're an idiot."
"Err-uh SHUT UP!" Naruto said as pouted at Sasuke from where he was on the floor.
"Just get up. How did you end up like this anyways?"
"Well Sakura bought all these fuckin' clothes, and now I find out that she actually got someone to clean out my whole entire closet! Every last piece of my clothing is gone!" Naruto said while struggling with a sweater.
Sasuke just stared at Naruto with an amused look in his eyes while he watched Naruto struggled with the offensive clothes, "Here, let me help you-"
"Get out of my room teme," Naruto said as he stumbled his way out of the designer clothes.
"What will you do if I don't?" Sasuke asked as he smirked at his clumsy blond.
"This," Naruto grabbed a pillow from his bed and threw it at Sasuke. Of course, Sasuke easily dodged it but ended up getting hit with a second pillow in return. Naruto was glaring at him, but Sasuke could easily tell the hint of laughter in the idiot's eyes. "Fine, fine, I'm going already," Sasuke threw the white pillow back at Naruto's face. Said action was rewarded with a certain blond tumbling down on his bed.
For once in all the time he has been back to Konoha, Sasuke started to…chuckle or whatever the Uchihas would normally do under funny situations. Naruto was stuck in his room musing about the different ways Sasuke was going to pay. All of the clothes were thrown into the closet as a sharp whistle signaled that the hot water was ready to be poured. Before Naruto actually got the stove, Sasuke had already started to pour the water into the cups laid out for them.
Not one word was passed between the two, except maybe a smirk or two from Sasuke, as they sat in the living room to watch some T.V. It was weird. Usually when they were together, all hell would break loose and a fight was surely guaranteed. Now peaceful silence fell into the room as if there wasn't anything wrong between the two.
"You didn't have to make the tea you know." Naruto asked.
A smirk grew on the raven's face, "Tea is one of my favorite drinks, remember?"
"I know. It's just that how did you know I even put tea?" Sasuke could just be so infuriating sometimes.
There was a brief pause before Sasuke answered Naruto, "Well there was a tea kettle on the shelf so I just assumed that's where the tea was. When did you start drinking tea anyways? I seem to recall you mentioning how only old people drink this," Sasuke teased Naruto as he took another sip of the warm liquid.
Naruto hadn't really thought about that. He did mock Sasuke for drinking tea all the time with his serious attitude floating about. Now here he was, drinking tea, with Sasuke.
Sasuke was the reason.
After Sasuke's transfer to Sound, Naruto was depressed that even his best friend would abandon him. Naruto unconsciously did anything he could to preserve his memories with the raven haired boy. He started to chuckle at the desperate memories. He was so weak and childish back then. It does make sense though when you think about it. Naruto was an orphan with no one else to truly interact with besides the one person Naruto thought he could relate to him.
"What's so funny?" Naruto looked up and stared into the obsidian that seized him in its grasps. His chuckles died down into a gentle smile as he remembered why they were friends in the first place. Then anger weighed heavily on his brow when he was finally able to look away.
Those eyes that used to hold such warmth froze over and yet made his blood boil. They reminded him of Sasuke's departure and how the Uchiha looked at him before he had left. The distance and uncertainty stretched on between them, "You haven't answered me."
"Just thinking about something."
"I think I deserve an explanation as to why you are suddenly glaring at me," Sasuke said with a stern and forceful voice. Naruto could practically hear the restraint Sasuke was putting on his voice.
"And I deserve an explanation as to why you just left me and our friends here in Konoha without a single word of you leaving! Why you never decided to call me even though you had enough time to call everyone else! Why you just…"