Ah! Yes, I know you all are probably very pissed at me for not updating for so long and all that crap. Well too bad. School has been a bitch, giving more homework than ever before. Despite all of that, the other reason I didn't update for such a long time is because I had major writer's block and I didn't know what to write next to end the story.

Now don't weep my dear fans. I've decided to break this story into sections because I know if I keep going all on the same file I'll have over 30 chapters when I'm done. For some reason for me, a story seems more pleasant to read if there arent an overwhelming amount of chapters. So dont worry eventually Ill update again, but it will be under another title because this chapter is my epilogue. Enjoy!

Ramen; a whole beach made of ramen, that stretched as far as the eye could see. Ramen sand and a miso soup ocean. Pre-made ramen cups with wings, flying around as if they were seagulls. All for the blonde haired teenager standing in the middle of the beach; eyes wide as dinner plates, sparkling at the beautiful sight.

This was heaven for Uzumaki Naruto. All he wanted was to stay on this beach for the rest of his life; eating away at his environment a little bit every day, sleeping under ramen trees. This was paradise and it was all for him.

BUZZ! BUZZ!

Unfortunately, like every morning for the past month, Narutos holy land was destroyed by the persistent buzzing, that rung throughout his apartment every morning, except for Sunday when the annoying buzzing noise sounded around noon.

Still half asleep, the blonde slowly got out of bed and headed for the door; cursing at the person who got him up every morning. After walking barefoot across his cold, wooden floor, Naruto reached the door and pressed a button on his speaker box before heading to the kitchen to make some breakfast and tea for his guest.

Two knocks came at the door before it opened and a tall dark, haired boy stepped into the apartment. Slowly the boy stalk towards the kitchen, where the blonde was busy boiling water with his back turned to the other.

"Morning Love", Sasuke whispered into Naruto's ear after embracing the blonde's waist from behind. "What a good little wife you are; making me tea every morning."

"Why am I the wife?" Naruto asked turning around to face his boyfriend. "You look more like a girl than I do."

Sasuke smirked. They had this very same conversation everyday.

"Because you're the one who owns women's clothes. You're the one who dressed as a girl when we first started dating. And you're the one screams like a girl every time I do this", the Uchiha concluded grabbing the blonde's rear.

"Hey, I told you to stop doing that!"

"As if you don't like it", Sasuke retorted, placing a small kiss on Naruto's lips. After a few seconds he relinquished the other from his embraced and nudge Naruto towards his bathroom. "Go get ready or we'll be late for school."

"So what if we're late?"

"I'm not going to allow your bad influence to cause me to be tardy. So go get ready or I'm leaving without you."

Naruto grumbled as he disappeared behind his bathroom door. "Being late once won't kill you."

"I heard that."

When you're a student who sleeps through most of your classes, a school day passes as if you barley blink, which was the case for Uzumaki Naruto. The really crappy part came afterwards; homework.

Homework, the most awful thing that could be given to a student the day before the start of a weekend. And it just so happened that Naruto received tons of it: an essay, worksheets, math problems. All that stuff he would probably never use in life, but that the school made him do so he would become a well rounded person. Bullshit, that's what it was.

Not only was Naruto overwhelm by the amount of work, but he was about ready to drive his pencil into crotch belonging to the other person in his apartment. This person was lounging on his couch, flipping nonchalantly through the TV channels. Sasuke had finished all of his and was now irritating his boyfriend with the noise being made by his channel changing.

"Must you do that", Naruto growled, stressed from all the papers that were spread out on the table, where he was working. "I'm trying to work."

"But nothing's on", the brunette whined back. "And besides it's not like any of the work was hard."

Sasuke dodged an easer, that was aimed at him head by a glaring blonde. He smirked. Screw TV, pushing Naruto's button was far more entertaining.

"Only and idiot would have trouble getting it all done."

Another object was aimed at his head. This time it was an old ramen cup that was lying on the floor. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on whose side you were on, the cup was too light, being made out of Styrofoam, and moved slowly through the air; missing the Uchiha by about four feet.

"Tsk tsk Naru-chan. You shouldn't throw things at your house guests."

"I didn't invite you over. You followed me home."

Sasuke ignored him and continued talking, "I'm bored. Let's go on a date."

"If you haven't noticed I'm doing homework."

"I'll let you copy mine."

"No."

"I'll buy you ramen." Naruto licked his lips considering the proposition, but shook his head. "At Ichiraku." At that moment the blonde's stomach decided to grumble, alerting them both of how hungry Naruto was. "All you can eat." Sasuke concluded.

Naruto slammed the pencil in his hand onto his table, stood up and walked towards the door to put on his shoes. "Why do you do this to me? I'm finally doing my homework and you tempt me with ramen."

"I'll tutor you later", the Uchiha said waving off the blonde and heading towards the door.

" 'Tutor' " ", Naruto air quoted with his fingers, "means me sitting in your lap, you biting my neck and groping me, as you guide my hand in your's to write on the paper."

Sasuke couldn't help cracking a smile. "And you love every minute of it. What were you saying last time? 'Ngh...S-Sasuke harder...lower...No there...Nnn' " he imitated the blonde's voice, panting heavily after every word.

Naruto blushed beet red. He was about to punch Sasuke in the chest, but was lead out the door, protesting against the hand squeezing his ass.

After eating and a session of "tutoring", Sasuke headed home to his loving mother and father. Lately they hadn't been at home as often. Only coming home to change their clothes after work and then heading out to dinner. It didn't bother Sasuke at all. With his parents gone, he was free to go over to Naruto's house whenever he wanted and come home at any time. He loved it.

"I'm home", Sasuke said, walking through his front door.

11:48 PM. He knew his parents would either be: A) Still at dinner. Or B) Getting ready for bed. What Sasuke didn't expect was to see the light in the kitchen still on. Out of curiosity he walked towards it. Neither of his parents would never be in the kitchen. If either of them wanted something to eat, they'd call up the chef and tell him to bring them something .

When Sasuke entered the kitchen he was surprised to see his parents and someone who made his insides burn sitting at the table. He glared angrily at the man sitting across his parents. He had long dark black hair, tied back loosely in a ponytail. He had skin like ivory, eyes were closed as he sipped something out of a teacup.

"Sasuke", his mother said, making him look at her, "where have you been?"

"At a friend's house", Sasuke answered, reverting his eyes back to the man.

"You should have called if you were going to stay out so late."

"I had my phone with me. You could've called."

"It's not our job to call you, boy", his father added, entering the conversation. "And don't you have anything to say?" He gestured to the other man at the table.

"Welcome home, Nii-san", he gritted through his teeth.

"It's good to see you again, Otouto", Itachi said, amused by the obvious hate radiating off of his little brother.

Fugaku cleared his throat, making the two brothers snap their heads to look at him. "Sasuke, go help Itachi with his things."

"Your brother is moving back home", Mikoto chimed in. "He's going to be working with your father at Uchiha Inc."

Sasuke was screaming in his head and it read all over his face.

"Isn't that wonderful, Otouto?", Itachi smirked as he got up from his chair and walked over to Sasuke. "Why don't we catch up?"

When the two brothers left the kitchen, Sasuke began to walk towards his room to get as far away from his brother as possible. Itachi just followed behind, watching how tense Sasuke's shoulders were. To him, Sasuke hadn't grown up at all. He was still the same little boy, who puffed out cheeks when upset.

"Weren't you supposed to be helping me carry my bags", Itachi said, stopping his brother as they were climbing the stairs.

Sasuke growled, "Get the help to do it."

"Is that anyway to welcome your Nii-san home?" Itachi chuckled. "I'm only trying to bond with you."

Sasuke remained silent. Itachi was mocking him, like he always did. Not only was Itachi perfect, had their parents love, but he also found pleasure in pissing off. And just when Sasuke was starting to feel happy and enjoy life he comes home to spite him.

"I hate you", he whispered under his breath.

"So Sasuke", Itachi started, trying to change the subject, "who was that blonde kid you were eating with tonight?" Sasuke's breath hitched. "You two seemed really close."

Sasuke was starting to hyperventilate. He gripped the banister so hard his knuckles turned white.

Itachi continued, "Especially when you leaned over and licked the side of his mouth."

Owari

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