-Sasuke POV-
Ugh, another morning, my heads killing me with another good hangover, and another day with that noisy kid. Nothing but childish tricks every day, it's getting annoying. I attempt to get out of bed, my hand rubbing my forehead, as my head feels like it wants to crack open. I slump my way to the bathroom and make it to the sink, turning the water on and just letting it run for a while. The sound slowly relieves my pain enough to wash my face and brush. Smelling the toothpaste to make sure it's not another one of his traps that is becoming a daily habit, even slowly opening doors to make sure nothing falls on me. I woke up with marker drawings all over my face once! I mean, I was drunk before that happened, but it's such a pain, I mean it's my house dammit. I sigh after I spit and begin to rinse, the frustrations causing a whole new headache. I finish up and make my way down stairs, walking into the kitchen and going for the fridge.

"Another hangover, huh?" Naruto says, almost enjoying the pain on my face.

"I don't need this right now…" I hiss, targeting him with my eyes, he's just sitting on the table looking at some manga.

"I'm sure what you do need is somethin' to eat, right?" He asks, I keep quiet as I keep going through the fridge. I look and look, and see that there's almost no food, just afew bottles of the good stuff and not enough things to make anything.

"Where's all the food? You're in charge of groceries. Useless little…" I demand to know, only mumbling the last part to myself as I keep looking around.

"I forgot." He says as I hear a page flip. He's barely paying attention to me, and now it's getting me pissed.

"Made you breakfast though." I hear something sliding on the table. I close the fridge door and see a bowl of cereal on the table.

My eyes are just locked on to him, filled with suspicions. He made me breakfast? Like I'd fall for that obvious trick. I cautiously walk toward the table, him still giving his full attention to his manga.

"Need help walking straight?" He casually asks.

"No, I need 'real' food, not your dumb glue and wood chippings." I bluntly say. Its's gotta be a trap.

"How could you make cereal when there was no milk in the fridge, huh?"

"Used the last of it on that... teme." He flips to another page.

"Right…" I say with a raised eyebrowand consciously ignore him even though my vein pulses in anger. He sighs and looks at me.

"Look, I don't care if you believe me or not, throw it away or give a lick if you want, see if I care." He states in frustration, going back to concentrate on reading.

Im hesitant at first, but taste testing it wouldn't kill me. And my stomach is just growling at me anyway. I take a spoonful, only getting what looks like milk. I prepare for the worst and take a sip, only feeling the refreshing taste of actual milk. I stir the bowl around with my spoon, checking to make sure there weren't any surprises at the bottom. Well, nothing wrong, nothing gross or poisonous either. I take a spoonful and it was really normal cereal. I honestly feel alittle bad and embarrassed, he actually made me food, and now I feel stupid eating it. But the hunger in my stomach says otherwise.

"…Thanks." I attempt to say, trying to cover it with another spoonful. I hear him chuckle, it irks me that he laughs. I shake it off after seeing his snarky attitude.

"But, for not getting supplies, you're doing the laundry." That'll teach him to not take me lightly. His jaw drops for a minute, and his eye does a quick twitch. I turn around with my bowl and give a chuckle from the look on his face as I walk back to my room.

-Naruto POV-
It's been about a week that I've been 'babysitting' Sasuke, pretty much living on his couch. If it were any different, I'd probably be sleeping on the floor out of slavery. My pranks have been slowly coming to an end, since I've used all of my good ideas. I even tried the bucket of water on top of the door, changing it up to liquor instead to see if he'd get mad or like it; only for him to get mad and send me out to buy double the amount of booze. But today I'm stuck doing the laundry, by hand to make it worse. There I sit, next to the bath tub of the house, with a basket full of his clothes, almost wanting to rip them to shreds.

"He should deal with this not me. I made him somethin' to eat too! I should make'em wash mine…" I complain, talking to myself while I dunk and wash off an unsurprising navy blue shirt.
"At least he doesn't know that I spat in it, stupid self centered narcissistic teme…" I rant scrubbing hard.
"Let's see how he'd like getting dunked in here. Just let me get my hands on'em…" I picture it in my head, substituting my grip on the shirt with his neck.

"Quit complaining, it's useless."

I suddenly turn over when I hear that monotone voice, only to have something slap and cover my face. I quickly grab whatever hit me and throw it to the ground, seeing it's a pair of black briefs. The color of them wasn't so shocking, the fact that they were his and were on my face, enough reason to kill.

"Heh, baka…" Sasuke walks off with a satisfied grin. I'm just so angry, I start stomping on the pair of boxers.

"TEME!" I shout out. I finally cool down, just to see I'll have to clean all those marks off. I pick them up and start to rinse them off. I hold them up in my hands to check for anymore marks. A picture of him wearing them flashes in my head. I can feel my face turning red hot, but then turn my head in slight disgust.

"Huh…" I turn back over and look at them.

"You know what would be hot in these… hot sauce." I say with a devilish grin, plotting my next plan of revenge as I continue to wash.