AN: OKI! Chappie 12! I'm awesome! Lol jkz jkz… ok… tell me what you peeps think.. I thought they needed some serious drama… so et voila!
SONG: Enigma: "seven lives"
He didn't know what to say to that, so he didn't. Furious at himself for seeing the anger in Sasuke's eyes. He bent his head as he walked by him. He absolutely couldn't face those eyes. That one look had him sweating.
He didn't know why, after all, it wasn't like he said anything that Sai spewed out; but the fact that Sasuke was with him spoke for itself. He didn't let the raven see his face as he walked by him, making sure not to even so much as brush up against him.
He could feel Sasuke's gaze boring into him. But he wasn't ready to answer this, he knew very well what a painful subject this was, and he didn't know what he'd do if he saw the pain that he couldn't fix.
So he slipped into his room and not being able to close the door, he flipped heavily onto the bed, covering his eyes with his arms. He sighed heavily, what to do about this? Sasuke would always feel indebted, this he knew because the raven had told him; but he managed to somehow swim to safe ground. Now he was back to square one, unsure and utterly at a loss on how to fix what the fucktard broke.
He couldn't feel movement outside; that perked his interest. Sasuke should at least be rustling around somewhere in the living room. Rising, he almost tiptoed to the door, mentally kicking himself for scurrying around his own house like a rat… No... their house.
He peeked outside, it was dark and he couldn't see much besides Sasuke's silhouette. He was leaning against the door and he could see by the heaving shoulders that he was crying. Trying to suppress any sound form coming out.
Naruto's first physical response was to go to him; he yearned to pull him in and whisper that it was going to be allright. But was it going to be? He had a feeling that that wasn't what bothered Sasuke. It was the feeling of utter helplessness. He had felt it too, and yet, he didn't know how to connect with the raven enough to ease him.
Leaving him out there alone though, it was cruel, not to come to him; but it was even crueler to pity him. So what to do?
He stood behind the door separating them, torn inside, he raised his hand to his face to realize it was shuddering. He'd fucking beat Sai to a bloody pulp next time he saw him.
He peeked out again, Sasuke had slid to the floor, no longer heaving, he sat there with his fists in his hair, curled like a scorned little boy.
He went to him then, crouching right in front of him. Sasuke didn't bother looking his way, he was looking to the side, out through the window. In the semi darkness he saw the remains of dried tears, the tears he didn't wipe off. When the tiny hiccup came, his heart nearly melted into two.
He realized then that technically, Sasuke was a little boy; as was he, except that he couldn't think in those terms, if he did, he'd be dead.
But there was still a chance for Sasuke, that's why he did all this didn't he? He saw him and those eyes did something to him.. maybe he saw a bit of himself in them, but the situation was too ironically similar. He couldn't not help him… Just much as he couldn't not eat to live.
His hand traveled to his side quickly, knowing how painful hiccups were on wounds.
Sasuke moved then, taking his hand and firmly moving it aside.
Naruto nodded, understanding the silent rejection. He didn't move though, as still as a statue, he stayed by him. He was worried about the cut, the position Sasuke was in didn't leave much comfort in the area, but he didn't want to push.
He finally reached out again, taking in between his fingers a strand on Sasuke's hair and tucking it behind his ear. The raven didn't blink, no acknowledgement was given.
So he was allowed this much… that didn't bother him at all, better that than nothing. He continued to stroke the tiny strand of hair, and Sasuke continued to ignore him.
He felt emboldened, once again, and trailed his digits to the nape of the ivory neck. The raven snapped then viciously striking out at the hand. He meant to do more, Naruto saw, but he hissed in pain instead, grabbing his side and slumping to the side. He growled when Naruto tried to grab him, and twisted out of the way, falling with a pained moan.
Then, just for a second, Sasuke reminded him of a wounded feline… A furious wounded feline.
Naruto was up now, looking at Sasuke with scared eyes, how was this possible? It looked like Sasuke was having some sort of emotional breakdown. The raven was shuddering visibly now, but it was his whole body, and still the firey eyes never left him. He saw the desperation there… Sasuke needed help, but it was more painful to ask then not, his pride was shredded as was, and just when he managed to calm down, it was thrown up into his face again. And he was lost… he needed support, but was fighting the feeling with his entire being. And the anger wasn't meant at him… just that the pain was still too large, too raw and Sasuke needed an outlet…
So Naruto did the first thing that came to his mind… unplanned, unthought through… he just needed to have this stop… and so he did… by force.
He was on the raven in a flash, pinning him to the ground and coiling his arms around him. Sasuke tried to buck him off and failed, growling, he rammed his elbow into Naruto's side. The blonde grunted, and closed his eyes; but held on all the same. Sasuke was wild now, flailing arms and legs were everywhere, and through that storm he held on all the same, praying in his mind that this was a short relapse only.
It was, because soon, Sasuke went limp underneath him, coming off his high into only an occasional shudder.
Naruto was hesitant to let go. He was worried when he did so, that Sasuke would go on another rampage and seriously hurt himself.
His side hurt as hell, but he ignored it and raised himself slightly, testing the waters for another wave. It never came, the raven had his eyes closed tightly, as if he were afraid to look around him.
The blonde took that as his cue to jump to his feet and gently albeit quickly pick up Sasuke. The body in his arms lay limp, obviously in a state of shock.
Naruto didn't wait to see, he marched over to the bedroom and laid him out on the soft mattress. Sasuke instinctively curled up on his side, face hidden by the curtain of dark hair.
The blonde kneeled beside him, leaning his arms wide on the bed, trying to study his face through the hair. He didn't want to touch and really, he wanted to make Sasuke something hot and heady to drink… something soothing, but he was more afraid to leave him alone just now.
Fuck.
He decided to lay down beside him. Study him for a while and when he fell asleep, he'd go make something. He was so very tired now, and here was the kit to take care of; he didn't know why, but the thought of caring for Sasuke brought a smile to his face. Inappropriate as the situation was.
He laid himself on his side, ignoring the throbbing in his side and propped his hand up to study the raven, who was turned from him.
He didn't know how long he lay like that, with Sasuke's unmoving form, but the next thing he knew, he was still on his side, with a large heavy body plastered to his chest, his arm around the thin form protectively. One of Sasuke's long, slender legs was comfortably entwined with his… he was dead asleep.
Naruto raised his arm and pulled back the black mane of hair to closer study his face. Sasuke looked at rest, although from tie to time his brows would riffle a bit. Naruto ran his thumb over one at such a moment, Sasuke seemed to relax visibly right away, burrowing further into his chest.
There was nothing for it; Naruto reluctantly untwined himself from the too comfortable position and noted the moan Sasuke gave at the loss of heat. He sat on the edge of his bed now, and ran a hand through his hair.
The moon was shining in through the flimsy white lace and smothered the usually warm coloured room with bluish silver.
He looked back at Sasuke, half covered by the sheets, still in his clothes; which Naruto would remove later. So was he, come to think of it…
He proceeded to strip, and then donned his comfortable pajama bottoms.
He padded barefoot through the dark house and flicked the kitchen light on, blinking groggily at the intrusion into his eyes.
Puoring in the water into the kettle, he pondered what had happened. Obviously, he'd react similarily, although he had to give Sasuke credit, for someone with a still fresh wound and druggen on painkillers.. he sure had a lot of stamina left.
He hissed at he poked at the bruised rib, it was now turning a deep purple, although he was sure it wasn't broken.
The kettle clicked, and he proceeded to pour the frothing water over a bag of chamomile tea. As he mixed he thought of a small improvement; padding through the darkened house again, he popped into the bathroom and retrieved the jar of pills he had taken previously.
He took one out, made his way back to the kitchen and plopped it into the hot mixture, mixing to dissolve its contents. Sweetening it up a bit, he took the steaming mug to his bedroom, and gently prodded Sasuke awake.
He came around, barely registering Naruto at all, with one sleepy eye opened, he took a sip of the tea Naruto was firmly holding on to.
Sip by sip, over a slow period of about ten minutes, he had finished, and Naruto straightened up again to return to the kitchen. A pale hand grasped his leg, pulling at the material slightly, and then fell.
The blonde turned in the door again, and saw Sasuke sleeping soundly, a hand falling to the floor. He smiled and made his way to turn off the light in the kitchen, and return to sleep.
AN: OK! Done another chappie! NOTE: not one word throughout the entire thing! Basically, a scene of silence (except for the few grunts and groans) Eh eh eh? :P