Sasuke finished logging in the sales data, before saving it and sending it as an attachment on an email to his boss, Izumo. Resting his hand lightly on the mouse plugged into the side of the computer, he logged out of his work email account, resolving not to look at it for the rest of the weekend. Sasuke leaned back in his swivel chair and tipped his head back, sighing. He raised his arm over his head and pushed the sleeve of the dark blue, thickly ribbed jumper up, bending his slender wrist to reveal a chrome watch with a black face and four silver lines to indicate the quarter hours. 'Nearly twelve thirty,' Sasuke told himself, before sitting up and grabbing his phone sitting on some papers on his desk. He pressed the button on the top and swiped down with his thumb to unlock it, seeing a new message from the waiter from last night.

The dry cleaning will be finished by 2:00pm. When do you want me to drop it off?

Naruto

Flipping the phone, Sasuke tapped a quick reply:

Whenever.

He brushed the send button with his thumb, and watched the little loading bar process the message. It chimed, indicating the message was sent, and Sasuke locked it and slipped it into his black jeans. He pushed himself away from his desk, before rising from his swivel chair and sauntering into his kitchen, reaching across the dining table and flicking the little radio on. Pressing a button for a pre-set station, he was presented with an advert about discounts at Asda. They lie in those… he thought, before turning towards the kitchen surfaces, which were strewn with plates and pans from a few day's cooking. The adverts on the radio stopped and the DJ spoke, introducing a song, and faded it in. Electronica music blared from the little speakers, Sasuke bobbing his head to the base as he loaded the dishwasher and filled a washing up bowl for objects too large. Pushing the now full dishwasher door shut with a socked foot, he turned to the bowl and rolled up his sleeves, taking off his watch and leaving it on the windowsill in front of the sink. He dipped his hands in the foamy water, fishing for the scrubbing brush; proceeding to find it, he grabbed a large pot still sitting on the side and dumped it in the bowl, tipping it over on its side to let it fill partly with the hot soapy water. Sasuke's hands were a little red from the almost scalding liquid as he proceeded to scrub the pot. Everybody at work always saw Sasuke as fragile – they saw his smart style, pale skin and clean hair, and immediately assumed he never got into any kind of situation which involved any manual labour. They also all seemed to assume he listened to 'shit pop music,' as his work colleague had told him earlier in the week – Sasuke loved to see their expression when he told them his favourite type of music was electronica or dub-step and his chosen past time was white water kayaking. What he never told anyone was that he also had a very large collection of opera and choral music - If I told them that then they would assume they had won… more trouble, Sasuke had justified, and had since refrained from mentioning his more tame tastes.

Upon finishing the washing up, Sasuke tipped the plastic washing up bowl over, watching as the now slightly orange water drained down the plug hole. He replaced the now empty bowl in the basin and dried his pink, slightly wrinkled hands on a tea-towel hung over the handle of the oven by his knee. Returning his watch to his wrist, her rolled down his sleeves and grabbed a damp lilac sponge-cloth hung over the tap, and proceeded to wipe his surfaces clean, collecting the crumbs in his hand. Finishing, he surveyed his handiwork – a clean, white kitchen, ready to mess up again. Good. He flipped the cloth into the sink and left, plopping once again down on his sofa in the living room. He grabbed the remote half submerged in the sofa cushions again, and turned on the television, flicking to an old black and white film set in a small coastal town. Uninterested, Sasuke let his mind wander, thinking of the expression etched on the face of his brother as Sasuke turned away from the dinner table, about to leave. He smirked at the memory. His brother had always been talented in maintaining a stony face in any situation, but Sasuke could read him like a book – his brother had been desperately trying not to burst into laughter - his deep black eyes had been filled with mirth, though the rest of his pale face was practically emotionless, enough so that if anyone who didn't know him would not see any contortion in his face at all. Fuming with rage at the time, this had only served to rile him up even more, though now, in a calmer state, Sasuke could smile at his brother's concealed silliness. Glancing down at his watch, he noticed the time was edging closer to two, and he extracted himself from his squashy sofa on the quest for food, his stomach rumbling slightly. Salad, He thought, grabbing the bowl filled with tomatoes and an avocado on the windowsill, and opening the fridge.

Naruto flipped his phone open, holding the asterisk button to unlock it. Clutching tightly onto the handle of his umbrella with his other hand, he shivered in the cold slightly, and stepped to the side of the path while he navigated to his inbox. He found the address that Sasuke had sent him, before fishing around in his pockets for the little pink dry cleaning slip and a stubby pencil. He proceeded to copy out the address on the back of the slip, before shutting the lid on his phone and returning all three items to his pockets. Naruto lifted his head again and spotted his bus a few hundred yards further down the path, doors open, letting on old lady in a beige coat off. Naruto took off, waving his arm above his head at the bus driver, who thankfully saw him and waited for him to jump on and tap his oyster. Finding an empty seat on the lower level, he settled his umbrella next to him and sat, hunching inwards slightly against the cold, rubbing his patchy red and grey fingers together in an attempt to infuse them with some warmth. He pressed the centre of his palm with a thumb, watching the colour trickle very slowly back into the now white area due to the cold. His eyes followed the lines on his palms, leading up to his long fingers. He let his hand flop to his lap as he looked out of the window at the passing traffic still covered with a blurry film of drizzle, water droplets accumulating on the outside of the thick glass. The recorded noise of a stop pulled Naruto out of his reverie as he jumped up, realising it was his. Just hopping off in time, he pushed up his umbrella and walked briskly to the dry cleaners, checking the time with his phone. Damn the day went fast, he thought as he read the time. 2:30 already!

Stepping into the dry cleaning shop, Naruto fished out the little pink piece of paper with the number of his item on it. The young girl greeted him again; still looking bored, and took the slip into the back room to retrieve the right item. Returning with the now clean diner jacket covered with plastic, she handed it to Naruto, who smiled and thanked her with a smile and a thumbs up. He grabbed the slip still on the desk as well, turning it over to show the girl the address when she looked confused. She waved at him as he left, opening out the umbrella again and folding the jacket over his arm. Holding the slip close to his face, he studied his spidery hand writing and tried to recall where the hell the address was. His eyes widened when he realised. 'Crap.' He cursed, realising the borough was practically on the other side of Central London. I'm gonna have to get the tube… Naruto crushed the paper in his hand as he shoved it back into his pocket, grumbling. He turned and stomped towards the nearest underground tube station. The rain became heavier as he tapped his oyster to open the turnstiles into the station.

The doorbell rang shrilly in Sasuke's flat. He put down his book on the coffee table and went to open the door, keeping on the latch as he peeped around the gap. He was presented with the blonde waiter from yesterday evening, looking slightly worse for wear after his supposed time in the rain. Sasuke shut the door, took off the chain and opened it, allowing the tall man to step across the threshold, noticing as he did so that he was shivering slightly; his hands an interesting shade of blue-grey. Sasuke led him into the kitchen, Naruto trailing behind, feeling slightly apprehensive to how the black haired man would receive him. Upon reaching the kitchen, Sasuke turned around and leaned against the counter. 'You got it dry cleaned for me then?'

'Ah – yes.' Naruto proffered the rain spattered plastic object he was holding. 'Your jacket is in there.' Sasuke took it and pulled the cover off it, examining the item. It was spotless.

'Alright. Thanks.' Naruto looked thoroughly relieved. Sasuke smirked. 'What, did you think I was going to kill you or something?'

'No… I was worried you were still gonna be really angry.'

'Why? You got it cleaned, you are sorry. Why prolong it?' Sasuke hung the jacket by its coat hanger on one of the cupboard handles, before turning back to the man in his kitchen. For the first time he properly looked at Naruto's current state, he realised just how cold he was. Even wrapped up in a duffel coat and what he assumed was a thick jumper in a warm room, he still looked cold. 'Where do you live?'

'Hackney.' Sasuke raised an eyebrow. 'Do you have a car?'

'No…'

'We are in Merton.'

'I know…'

'You got here on public transport?'

'Yeah. Took ages. There were delays on the northern line…'

'And you have to go back now?' Naruto seemed to wilt.

'Yeah.' Sasuke looked at the tall man standing in the middle of the kitchen.

'Do you want a cup of tea?' Naruto's face lit up, and he nodded, beaming at Sasuke and beginning to undo the toggles on his wet duffel coat. He slid out of it and folded it over his arm, rolling up his sleeve so it wasn't dampened by the coat which was now dripping on the tiled floor. Sasuke gestured towards a chair at his dining table in the corner, and Naruto took it, draping the coat over the back to dry, and huffing slightly as he rubbed his forearms to try and infuse some warmth in them. Sasuke watched this with mild interest as he put the now full kettle on the stove to boil. As he studied his new guest rubbing his arms with patchy grey hands, his oversized jumper sleeves reaching his knuckles, Naruto drew one of his knees drawn up to rest the heel of his shoe in the very edge of the wicker chair he was seated on, resting the front of his leg on the table in front of him. His face looked pale – kind of sickly, and he had faint rings around his eyes. Sasuke turned away, opening a cupboard and pulling out a box of teabags he kept for when guests were around, dropped two into a couple of mugs he had paced next to the stove. The kettle whistled; taking it off the heat, he poured the hot water into the two mugs. Pressing the teabags against the side of each mug with a teaspoon, he addressed Naruto. 'Milk? Sugar?'

'A bit of milk, please.' Sasuke turned to the fridge and grabbed the little one litre bottle and tipped some into each mug, stirring. Tea made, he replaced the milk in his small fridge and took the mugs to the table, sitting in a chair before handing Naruto his cup of tea. Naruto smiled at him and nodded his thanks, before cupping the hot mug between his palms and taking a sip of the steaming liquid. 'Perfect!' he smiled at Sasuke.

'Did you get fired yesterday?' Naruto looked pained.

'No, but I didn't get any wages for that shift or the next one. I don't think he gets that I have a rent to pay… But whatever. I'd definitely get fired if I showed him that kind of cheek.' Sasuke raised an eyebrow.

'Who is this guy?'

'Neji Huuga. Total bastard. But I owe him for not firing me.' Naruto looked at Sasuke, his cerulean blue eyes bright with remorse. 'Look, I'm really sorry for what happened yester-' Sasuke cut him off.

'Yeah I know. Don't get all crazy.' Naruto looked relieved.

'You are an estate agent aren't you?' Sasuke nodded and sipped his tea. 'Is it stressful?' Sasuke hummed into his mug.

'Hn. Can be. Same with any job though pretty much.' Naruto nodded, still cradling his mug in his hands, slightly hunched over. He frowned, before looking apologetically up at Sasuke.

'Do you have a blanket or something that I can borrow please? I'm so freezing.' Sasuke smirked at him, before rising and moving into his bedroom, opening a cupboard and pulling out a plaid wool blanket. He gave it to Naruto, who wrapped it over his shoulders, thanking him. Sasuke re-joined him at the table and took a sip of his tea.

'Do you have a weak constitution or that kinda crap?' Naruto looked at him, confused.

'I'm just cold…' Sasuke decided to leave it at that. Conversation drifted onto other topics, both men finding themselves surprised at how easy it was to talk. The time drifted by as they drank tea and chatted calmly, until Naruto saw the time. He balked. 'Shit! It's 5:00pm – I'm gonna hit the rush. I have to go – sorry.' Sasuke nodded.

'Let's go out for a beer sometime.' Naruto nodded.

'Sounds good. And thanks for the tea.' Sasuke shrugged as he watched Naruto pull on his slightly dryer coat and grab his umbrella he had leaned against the wall in the hallway. Sasuke got up to see him off, the door clattering a little as he shut it.

NEW CHAPTER ATTACK.

I will update sick, I'm just more geared towards this one – maybe it's because I love to write about the quirks of my City :P

Note: 'cheek/cheeky' – is slang for being impolite – this can be used for example if someone has answered back.

An Oyster card is a card that you can use to travel around London on. It gives you cheaper rates and works on a credit system.

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