Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor its characters in any way. They're all the work and propiety of Masashi Kishimoto. So .. D:
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Naruto was nowhere to be found, and with nowhere, the Uchiha meant his apartment.
He decided to wander around the city to look for him and probably find him and be able to spend the evening talking to him -he didn't have work today, he could and he would.
Not such luck.
It was night time already and he was as lost as Naruto probably was.
Problematic blonde.
Oh, damn! He was spending too much time with Shikamaru. No more shogi for him for a month, no sir.
As he rounded the corner, breathing frantic, thighs burning and hurting, chest heaving with each pant that escaped his mouth, he found himself in front of the deadly and scary co-worker of his beloved idiot.
Gaara.
Ah, such a tiring day.
"Uchiha?" he asked, with that no-nonsense voice of his that scared the shit outta every person that crossed his path.
Exceptions being Naruto -too air headed for his own good- and himself -the honor of the Uchiha was stronger that any shit-on-your-pants-and-scream-like-a-girl dude, including the red headed psycho he had before him-.
"Gaara" Sasuke acknowledged, looking around for a blonde mop of hair.
Hanging around Gaara in the fifteen minutes before the change of shifts was an usual occurrence, after all, and he was sure the red head knew something. He always did. He was surprisingly perceptible to be such a nut.
"You seen the idiot?" he breathlessly asked.
Gaara rose a non-existent eyebrow. That, too, was intriguing.
"Naruto?"
Sasuke nodded, hands on his knees, trying to even his hurting breath.
"Crossed paths a while ago. Didn't look so good" the red head explained, trying to talk the less possible he had to.
"Where was he" breath in, breath out "headed to?"repeat process.
"Cemetery" Gaara answered, moving to the left to leave space for the dark haired young man to run trough, hand pointing to the path he had come from.
Sasuke nodded and continued his all-day-sprint, racing heart and pained lungs screaming to him to stop, to take a little break.
But he didn't.
He was worry in the fucking meaning of the word.
No breaks until he found Naruto.
And he found him.
Late night already, in the cemetery, body about to break from tiredness and pain, pain of heart, mind and body.
So worried he was.
So stressed he got.
So fast he ran.
And he didn't expect that a mere ten hour disappearance could affect him like this.
A mop of blonde hair -his mop of blonde hair-, tan skin shinning in the moonlight like only Naruto could, like a sun in the night sky, like light in the darkness, sleeping calmly against an old but caringly cleaned tomb.
He reached him, small smile creeping his way to his face, squinting in front of him as his hand reached to tuck a bright blonde strand of hair behind his sun kissed ear, the tingling making him move in his sleep.
It was a warm night to be in October, he had to admit.
"Naruto" he whispered, slowly, still trying to even his breathing, to slow down his heart that only speed up "Naruto" he called, voice stronger and firm.
The blonde stirred up in his sleep and, after a couple of name-calling and a punch to the side, he was awake at least.
"Bastard!" he shouted, after the probably painful punch, caressing his arm.
Then he stopped.
He took in his surroundings, Sasuke noted, and then the Uchiha.
"What are you doing here this late?" the blonde asked, voice soft and a little pained, hand running down his temple until it reached his pale lips "You're freezing" he bluntly stated, still sleepy, stretching his arms and surrounding the dark haired Uchiha in a tight hug. And warm. "There, better"
Sasuke didn't react for what it seemed like an eternity, and then he let his freezing hands stoop in the chest of the blonde, seeking heat and the warm pounding of his heart. Son comforting, indeed.
"What happened? You're all sweaty." Asked Naruto, not before the breathing of his friend, companion, love, evened out into a calm but non-sleeping state.
"Didn't have coffee" the dark haired young man answered, letting his head rest in the crook of the neck of his Naruto, taking in the fresh smell of rain and grass. Coffee at least.
"Hmm. I see" Naruto nodded, knowing full well that without coffee the brunette was as useless as a dry mop "You breath stinks of it though" he noted, after a little while.
Sasuke separated a little and scoffed to the blonde, brows furrowed, face transforming in a cute little pout that the Uchiha name would have screamed at in an horrendous way.
"Not that one, idiot" he spat, now truly hugging a started blonde that didn't really know what to do, so he simply responded "What where you doing? Where the fuck where you?" he heard Sasuke mutter against his ear, clearly upset.
"Nothing much. I was here all day. Everything is alright" he soothed, had rubbing the back of the Uchiha in calming circles, trying to ease the upset brunette.
"Yeah, right" Sarcasm bomb "Today is your freaking birthday, idiot. Dead last. Imbecile"
He was right.
It was.
And the blond had totally and completely forgotten, his body reacting before his mind, now knowing why his feet had taken him here in the first place.
"Hey!" he chided, not as stern as it normally came out -when, exactly?-, tightening his grip on the Uchiha, enjoying the touch, the warm heat... even the upset, poison spitting voice against his ear.
"I was... worried"
And Naruto went completely still. Sasuke? Worried about him? Seriously?
"Today was my parents death anniversary too, remember?" he said, in a soft voice.
Now Sasuke really separated from him, completely and utterly -oh, god, run for your lives!- angry.
"And you think they want you to spend it here like a freaking widow? They'd want you to work normally and go to the fucking cafe so that I, your awesome best friend, can have a day of calm, fucking calm, deprived-sleep all-day date with y-Urg"
Naruto was astonished, without words, really, as he felt Sasuke's body fall limp above his, hand automatically reaching for the forehead, finding the evening fever he expected the frantic dark-haired young man to have.
Run all day with that night-life and you'll end up like this, he thought.
He let the comment slip, however, thinking the heat of the moment, the fever, were responsible of it, took the dark haired counterpart in his arms and started walking to the expensive apartment, knowing fully well he'd have to spend the night there, and, as expected, happy about it.
So much for being your own, particular coffee, he laughed.
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END.
I know. Shit in every way, but, oh, well, I actually TRIED.
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