A/Note: I just wanted to say that I'm sorry it took so long for me to update! I will try to start updating regularly!

It had been exactly one month and three days since Naruto Uzumaki had started staying at the Uchiha household. Surprisingly Naruto had hit it off with all of the other residence, including Itachi and Fugaku. Mikoto was easy to win over, all Naruto had to do was tell her that her cooking was amazing and she was welcoming the boy with open arms. Itachi had been rather skeptical of Naruto since he had arrived, but that changed a few weeks ago when Itachi was rushing out of the door and dropped not only his cell phone but his wallet also. Naruto had gone as far as to find out where he had gone and delivered it to him personally. Money in tacit, right down to the last dollar bill.

Fugaku was even easier than Itachi, exclaiming that 'when the wife is happy, everyone is happy.' Naruto had laughed quietly and finished his dinner. That was weeks ago, now Naruto might as well be the brother from another mother now. Sasuke was not jealous over this behavior; he liked the fact that everyone had accepted Naruto with little to no complaints. The fact that Naruto had been working on his trust issues was amazing too, Sasuke was now able to touch the blonde, however small it may be. He was not going to complain, Naruto was making progress. A short hand hold here and a few knees touching there was better than nothing at all. Fugaku had also moved Naruto into the room right across from Sasuke's, so that the two were still close, but had their own privacy since he would be staying for a while. Mikoto insisted that Naruto paint and decorate his new bedroom how he wanted, so that he would be more comfortable.

This was exactly why he and Sasuke were at Lowes right now. The raven was pushing a small cart while Naruto was walking beside him, both in a comfortable silence as they made their way to the paint brushes and rollers. Picking out the brushes were easy, they got a few different types of brushes and rollers, tarps, masking tape, and a small step ladder before making their way to the multiple rows of paint samples lining one wall.

"How about blue?" Sasuke suggested, picking up an indigo paint sample.

Naruto ignored the raven, picking up a midnight black, neon orange, neon green, neon blue, neon red, and the brightest white they had. He once again ignored the look Sasuke was giving him, turning and making his way up to the customer desk. A boy with bleach blonde hair, lavender eyes, and a small smile trailed his eyes over Naruto's body slowly, letting out a noise of approval he spoke. "How can I help you, sir?"

"I need a gallon of the black and a quart of the others." Naruto stated, reading his nametag.

Suigetsu took the paint samples from Naruto and looked over them, "Why so many colors?" He busied himself with finding the paints that Naruto had requested, loading them into the cart and waiting for an answer all the while ignoring the glaring hater behind the blonde.

"Because that's what I want." Naruto rolled his eyes and followed Sasuke, who had started to walk away hearing the click of a tongue from behind them, "Haters."

They were checking out when Sasuke pulled out his wallet, taking out a few bills when Naruto stopped him with a confused look. "I can pay Sasuke, It is my stuff."

Sasuke scoffed, he knew Naruto had enough money to pay, but he had enough to at least offer.

"Let's do half-sies."

"No."

"Yes."

"No, Sasuke."

"Then I'm paying for it all!" Sasuke snapped, handing the cashier two fifties.

The cashier hesitated and sat the money down on the counter in front of Sasuke. "You two work it out…"

Naruto laughed in triumph and Sasuke scoffed, snatching his money from the counter. "Half and half or nothing at all jackass."

"Fine!" Naruto growled.

Scene Change.

Arriving home and setting up to paint was a breeze. Naruto had left all the furniture they had picked out downstairs; they could put it up here after they finished painting. It was still early, almost eleven thirty. Naruto had noticed the way that Itachi held back a smile as he drug Sasuke upstairs along with their paint supplies. A smirk crossed over his own face as he ran back downstairs and took ahold to Itachi's wrist.

"You can help too, 'Tachi."

Itachi held back a groan and allowed Naruto to pull him up the stairs quickly, a little painting wouldn't hurt. When they walked into the room Naruto noticed that Sasuke had been to change into an old pair of grey adidas sweat pants and a simple black wife beater. Itachi dawned that was a good idea and went to do the same, coming back minutes later in grey sweats and a t-shirt that was a little loose. They mixed the black paint first, Naruto and Sasuke grabbing a roller while Itachi applied the masking tape to the trim and electrical sockets so they did not get painted.

They worked in silence for several minutes before Naruto started to complain about the silence. Itachi quickly silenced the blonde by bringing his stereo into the room and playing whatever was already in it. False Pretense by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus filled the room and the three resumed painting the eggshell white walls the midnight black that Naruto had picked out.

Fugaku shook his head and sighed at the mess that was once his living room. Naruto's new matching bedroom suit was spread along the spacious living room, it wasn't a problem though, and it would be put away soon enough. He was dressed in his police uniform and would be leaving for work soon, against his wishes he had decided to go in late today. Mikoto was worried that he was working too hard, and honestly he was. Having and supporting a family meant hard work and dedication; he had plenty of both and would make sure his family had everything they needed and more.

"Is Naruto's bed comfortable dear?" Mikoto laughed quietly, touching her husband's shoulder.

Fugaku looked up at his beautiful wife, not even noticing when he had sat down on the bare mattress. Nineteen years and she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her smooth face and a milky skin glowed each and every day; her love grew stronger and stronger as well. She was truly happy, he knew. This small unusual family had grown into something beautiful, even if they did not show their emotions much. Now that Naruto was here everything seemed… Brighter? Perhaps that was the word, he liked Naruto. The young boy seemed to be that one person that everyone needed in life, that person who made everything seem okay even if it wasn't.

"I need to have a talk with Naruto later." Fugaku stood, dusting imaginary dirt from his uniform.

Naruto laughed and dipped the small brush into the white paint again, bringing it up and throwing it forwards, not letting the brush slip from his hands but the paint on the brush, making a splash pattern on the wall. He couldn't seem to get high enough to reach the top. With a deep breath he dipped the brush into the paint once again.

"Pick me up."

Sasuke simply looked at Naruto for a moment, trying to figure out if he had heard wrong. "What?"

"Pick me up, so I can get more paint at the top." Naruto looked up, onyx eyes meeting his own. "Or I can get Itachi to do it."

"Turn around." Sasuke quickly replied.

Naruto complied and held his breath, pushing away the bad thoughts that came with Sasuke wrapping his arms around his much to thin thighs and lifting him up easily. Sasuke looked up at what Naruto was doing; with help from Itachi he splashed the multiple colors of paint all around the room creating a dark yet bright atmosphere. The feeling of his arms wrapped around Naruto's thighs was unusual. The blonde was so light it was easy to pick him up, the warmth spreading from his arms to his face.

"You're blushing." Itachi smirked.

"I am not." Sasuke glared at his brother, ignoring Naruto who laughed. "It's just the fumes."

"Right." Naruto looked down, winking at the younger raven.

After the room was finished and the bedroom suit had been moved into the room, it was late. Nearly six in the afternoon. Naruto was now lying in his bed, fresh out of the shower. The room looked great, black walls with multiple different colors splashed onto it; a large black platform bed with a waterbed mattress was in the middle of the room, the head against the wall. A bookshelf was to the right, a desk and chair were against the wall across from him to the left, and two dressers randomly placed, a flat screen TV on one and a mirror on the other. Luckily he hadn't bought anything but the bedroom suit, some things were already here. They had gotten them from storage just for Naruto.

A quiet knock at the door interrupted his thoughts; he stood from the bed and opened the door. To his surprise, Itachi was there in a pair of Scooby doo sleeping pants and no shirt. If Naruto didn't secretly (and denying) like Sasuke than he would defiantly say that Itachi looked pretty hot. Despite what he had been through, was going through, he could still recognize a beautiful person when he saw one. The way Itachi's skin stretched smoothly over well-defined muscles and bones made him nervous and blush at the same time.

"Naruto, father wants to speak with you."