Note: Some of you asqued for the continuation, others though it was all good and well as it was. Well, for the first ones, here's the continuation. HikaruWinter is a good girl - Tobi copyright. For the last ones, don't want, don't read. Simple as that. Hope you like it, anyway.

Disclaimer: Naruto is owned. Unfortunatelly, not by me. Fuck you Kishimoto.

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Sasuke awoke to find he wasn't in his room.

That wasn't strange.

It was his everyday routine.

Awake in a girl's house -girl whose name he had forgotten. Walk to his house. Get a shower and a change of clothes. Go to the idiot's bar. Tell him the events of the night before -what he remembered, anyway. Get invited to another party and, replay!

It started to get boring -the routine, his sex life was unexpectedly fun, though it started to bore him too.

So, this beautiful, sunny day -hn, it made him remember the idiot's hair, so bright and soft, even though it seemed rough-, with an even more beautiful clear sky, devoid of any clouds -again, the eyes, electric and nearly inhuman, of that idiot (and, in consecuence, his face) made an apparition in his head,

He was getting anoyed with the way his bran was starting to function these days.

His thoughts revolved around... Naruto, mostly.

That he was an idiot, that he was useless, that he was dumb, that he was lucky to have him as a friend, that he was loyal, that he was handsome -he had surprised himself thinking Naruto was cute- that he had long shining eyelashes, that his voice sounded like the angels to his ears... you get the picture.

Indeed, his brain was betraying his hormones.

They were quite content, if he said so himself. And he was too, of course.

Or more like satisfied.

Now that he thought about it, he never really felt completed or that short of thing cheesy people say about these things.

Oh, well.

He was sure as hell that he wasn't cheesy.

Heck, he was an Uchiha.

Uchiha's were never cheesy... then why did he have to think strange things about Naruto?

Yeah, he was going mad, but, like the Uchiha he was, he maintained the famous 'Poker Face' that even Lady Gaga had to make a song about.

The 'Uchiha Poker Face'.

Poor woman had forgotten the surname, but, oh, well, he didn't remember her assistant's name either.

He rubbed the sleep off his eyes, looking around to find a pink-haired flat-chested cute woman to his right and a stunning blonde to his left.

A round night.

Good.

He made his way to the door, putting on his clothes as he fetched them from the floor, where he had previously left them -neat as he was, the explanation he gave himself about the heat of the moment and the hurry to get on a bed and have fun was more than acceptable- or, more than left, thrown...

Without as much as a glance back to the expensive-looking loft, he left, deciding today was a good day as any other to skip on the shower and see Naruto first.

Naruto was like his coffee, and he was aware of this -at least. He needed to see his smile in the morning to be completely awake.

Urg, cheesy again.

He didn't smell bad, anyway, so the shower could wait half an hour for him, couldn't it?

But Naruto couldn't.

Why? No reason.

So, with this logic in mind, he started walking -fangirls looking and squealing at him by the way- in the direction of the bar where he worked, a place that was, more than a drinking tavern, a reunion cafe. In the mornings, anyway.

He was afraid of the guy who worked at night -he didn't know how Naruto could stand that Gaara psycho- but he sruged out the feeling knowing the teen wouldn't be there, and pushed his feet further, sleep deprivation hitting him like he hadn't had a decent night of sleep in years.

It was true, but he wasn't going to sleep standing to amuse the blonde... again.

He came to a stop at the gates, pushing with all his strength -they were damn heavy- and entering, the dim light of the candles taking the sun's place.

With an eyebrow raised, he looked at the blonde woman behind the cashier.

She raised an eyebrow at him and shook her head, arms crossed under her chest -freaking huge chest-.

He titled his head.

He was an Uchiha, not a fucking mind reader. He hoped someone would get the hint already.

"He's not here. Had a really high fever. And it's contagious" explained the woman, pouring some coffee on a glass, putting it before the youngster. "Drink up, you seem to be about to fall sleep while standing... again"

He grunted and took the drink, nodding at the woman in a 'Thank you' way that, being used to the non-verbal boy, understood and smiled, cleaning other glass and putting it on the counter, repeating the same process again and again.

"There's no end..." he muttered, looking at the growing pile of neatly put glasses.

The woman smiled and looked at him amused.

"And you haven't seen anything, boy" she smirked "Naruto breaks at least eight in a day, but I haven't had to buy glasses in the last ten years"

Eyes wide, he nodded, taking a sip of his coffee... or more like a full swig, for he drank it all in that one gulp.

"So the healthiest man alive is sick. And you didn't suspect anything?" he triumphally smirked, searching for the money in his pockets.

The look in her eyes got serious and she sighed as he put five bucks in front of her.

"There are things that can break a person. It was a miracle he didn't break down before" she muttered, looking at the side "People need time for themselves, a thing that Naruto doesn't have. If it's in my hands, I'll give it to him" she stated, more firmly.

Nothing escaped his capable ears, however, and he frowned, chest tightening in worry. Break? Naruto? What had happened to him? Was he alright?

"You sure you don't want me to go and have a look? Maybe he's seriously sick..."

The woman smirked.

"Oh, please do, godly Uchiha. Check on that sexy blonde and rape him to-"

"Bye, Tsunade" he cut.

Because the idea of raping the blonde didn't sound so bad... and that wasn't good. At all.

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Mehehehe~ This continues.

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Geh, I seriously need sugar in my system xwx FARE THEE WELL.
HikaruWinter.

Naruto sabe que no es correspondido. Y le duele. Porque sabe que Sasuke nunca aceptará sus sentimientos. Pero no puede dejarlos ir. Así que se los acepta, los aguanta, aunque sabe que no alcanzarán a aquel a quién ama. Nunca.