So...Ye-yeah. I did promise. I know it's short, but I had it suddenly as an idea and couldn't resist. Oh. Nobody sighed up for FB&BH, so ill just delete it.
I know its kind of un-sasuke like, bt still, I just wanted to get the point across.
'The World Calling' by There for Tomorrow
Naruto blinked the grime from his lashes stared. He felt a bubble of surprise come up and laughed, a dry cough and a groan following after. Sasuke was covered in sheets, and his raven hair tuck out at odd angles, making art in abstract. His beautiful pale skin was lit up with the new sunlight turning to midday. One of his sweat pant legs was hiked all the way up to his thigh and bunched. His other foot dissapeared into it's own pants sleeve.
The room was cold with a big pile of blankets over them, the Tv on low in the background. Though the movement made his whole body ache, the blonde couldn't stop laughing and coughing, as the raven squinted over at him, then blinked owlishly, dark eyes glinting with groggy suspicion.
He tried to sit up, but only succeeded in getting even more jumbled up into his dark blue sheets and thick comforters, requested and provided by Tsunade. Soon, a moan or whimper within each giggle Naruto began to hiccup, trying desperately to quit. Sasuke muttered to himself, and starte carefully unwinding himself from the tangle of soft.
It'd been two days since they'd come back, and the two teens had almost never had a more horribly docile three few days. They barely spoke, for fear that they might accidently mention it.
Sasuke had cooked, cleaned up, and cared for Naruto without words being necessary. He hummed quietly whenever he was reading, and did his homework and notes silently. Naruto, for his part, was still numb, in a way. He felt like the world he was in was a dream. It felt fuzzy and unreal. Somehow, as he was getting beaten, life after never once came to mind. He'd assumed that his life would end.
It hadn't, and now he seemed to be at a loss. For the raven too, he wondered in his spare time how he was still doing his homework and studying, dressing and taking his hot shower every night, when his best friend had gotten beaten and raped not even a damned week ago.
He marveled, frowned, cried in the hot beating of the shower water, and stared at the blonde like he was the most precious thing ever invented.
But for some reason, the dream hadn't bothered Naruto last night, and he woke up, and began to laugh. He couldn't figure out why, later, it had been so funny.
Maybe, Sasuke thought, his mind and body were tired of the weariness, the aching, the horror. They'd decided to move on as best they could.
At the moment though, he was staring once again at Naruto. In absolute wonder. His heart pounded. And his stomach was doing dances in his abdomen.
The light streaming into the dark room was making the other's hair glow like the sun itself, and the white swathes of bandages all over his small frame moved with the laughter, riding out the wave of hope. Sasuke blinked, and felt an alarm go off in his head, quickly dismissing it as the rushed feeling faded.
What was that about? He wondered, concerned. Naruto groaned clutching at his sides, the pain from laughing reaching him finally. He felt tears well up and a hand on his leg. He tensed.
"You okay, dobe?" Sasuke murmured, his soft grip tightening. The blonde nodded, his eyes resting on the pale fingers that were hlding onto his bandaged leg. He winced, then tried to smile. His cheeks sting and he bared his teeth, smile gone. The raven got up and went to the bathroom, retrieving the gauze and antibacterial spray. He grabbed three Advil off his medicine shelf, handing them to hi friend. He got a bottle of water, opening it with a satisfying "Chh!" He smiled.
Naruto watched him, shifting lightly to Sasuke could get closer to him. Their eyes met. Butterflies quadrupled into birds in the pit of Sasuke's stomach. His eyes widened.
What the...?
His heart was skipping beats irraticaly. Naruto's blue eyes were uncertain, and he leaned closer.
"C-come here. I've g-gotta change your cheeks," Sasuke muttered, stumbling over his sentence structure.
Just what the hell is the deal?
The blonde hiccupped again, snorting, "Change my cheeks?"
"The gauze," the other mumbled, nervous.
The laughter died stillborn.
"I knew that. What's wrong with you, teme?" Naruto raised a thin golden eyesbrow lightly.
"Stay still," Sasuke said gently, lifting the small tape that held the large squares of white to the blonde's face. He winced. The long, jagged furrows were pulsing red and black bruises around them, and a tiny bead of blood came up, where the bandaid had torn off the shallow scab.
"Ow," Nauto complained softly, clamping his azure orbs shut. A tear welled up, only to be brushed away by the raven.
Sasuke felt his finger burning, and took it away from the other's face, eyes widening fractionally.
"Don't cry over something so easily remedied," he whispered, smearing a drop of pain and antibacterial cream over the gashes, and blowing on them. His breath washed over Naruto and the blonde breathed deeply, loving the familiar scent of mint and Sasuke-ness. It was like he was home.
"Thanks," he said quietly, opening his eyes again, starting as he realized how close they were to each other. Sasuke leaned closer still, dabbing at the bead of blood, then applying the cream. The blonde's heart leapt and flipped. He stiffened, but released the tension before the raven could see it.
Why...?
His hair fell into his face, and he swallowed. Nerves warmed under Sasuke's fingers. He watched the careful way the other spread the oily substance over the numerous cuts and bruises on his body, until the large tube was squeezed for any more and then thrown away. The last bandaid was wrapped tightly around a slash on his foot.
Sasuke sighed, straightening. His back popped. He sighed again, tossing the tube into the waste basket. As his pale features came back into the sunlight streaming from the window, Naruto leaned forward, and his heart leapt and jumped erratically. Thoughts went through his mind with excitement, and the raven watched as the other looked out the window.
Disappointment clouded over his gaze, and he sighed another heartachingly quiet breath. Confusion came, but weakly.
What did I think he would do?
"Hey. S'suke?" Naruto whispered.
Or was it hope?
He blinked, and masked the emotions. As he looked over, back to the brilliant eyes, Sasuke felt like sobbing. So close.
"What happened? I've wondered...how did you find me? I mean...that night," the other murmured, voice cracking on the last bit.
The silence was palpable. They breathed together and Sasuke's stomach twisted.
So far away. Closer than we've ever been. But he feels so distant. Like there's a thin, see through wall between us. It's soundproof. I see him, but I can't understand his pain. I can only watch, as it tears both of us to pieces.
These thoughts crushed the raven and he felt helpless. So, without escape, he told Naruto what he'd gone through. How he'd worried and fretted. How he'd tracked him until the group of men, skipping over what he'd heard. He kept his eyes down and felt like he'd done it himself.
I did.
Naruto was silent throughout the whole thing, watching the outside of the dorm, eyes on a tree below.
At the end, he looked over at the raven, and smiled wanly, eyes glimmering from held tears.
"Thanks. I know it wasn't easy." He mumbled.
Sasuke nodded, and answered, "You had the right to know, dobe."
The silence began, and soon stretched into a lull. They sat there, staring at each other, minds blank except for unasked questions.
Why does my heart thump when I look in his eyes?
Why do I want to be close to him?
After a couple of minutes, Sasuke got up again, and stretched, looking back over at the other, eyes carefully blank.
"Hey, dobe. What do you want to eat?"
Naruto stared at him like he'd grown a third head, and then announced that he was a spy.
"R-ramen,"he muttered. The raven nodded, and went over to the box by the couch, unperturbed by the other's reaction.
"Which flavour." He said it like a stamement.
"Miso."
Sasuke nodded again, and dug into the box, pulling out the only flavour inside.
"Crackers?"
"Yes?" The blonde was unsure, and getting annoyed. The raven always knew what he wanted for breakfast. It was nearly a tradition.
"Drink?"
"Hell."
Sasuke finally glanced over at him, and raised a brow.
"Which flavour?" He continued to tease Naruto, a smile growing on his lips, hidden from the blonde by his thick black bangs. He heard a low growl.
"Satan." Another nod.
"Fork or spoon?"
"Flapjack." Nod.
"Do you want some egg too?"
"Crickets." Nod. The smile was growing, and Sasuke was making the ramen as Naruto huffed, wondering just what the raven was playing at.
"Anything else?"
"Hey?"
"Yes?" Sasuke turned, revealing his growing grin.
Surprised, Naruto seethed.
"Ach! Teme! You were just toying with me?"
Sasuke let out a husky chuckle, and poured the hot water he'd made into the styrofoam cup, smelling the spices that lifted from it's rim.
"Teme,"the blonde growled again, trying not to smile at all.
He kept mumbling, and after some moments, a few slices of boiled egg, and a fork later, he was complimenting the raven's job. If only just.
After they had eaten, Sasuke having stolen a slurp or two of ramen, the raven went over to his squat chest by the air conditioning unit on the wall.
"Do you want to watch a movie, dobe?"
"Do you have Titanic?"
"No," but before Naruto could say anything he added quickly, "But hold on a sec."
He trotted over to his cell and scrolled through the sort list of contacts. He pressed a button.
It rang once.
Twice.
Thrice.
On the fourth ring, Sakura picked up, and a crashed sounded in the background. He winced.
"Sakura? Yeah, hey. Do you have 'The Titanic?'"
"Why?" She asked impatiently.
Before he answered, she muttered, "Sec."
"Ino, if you touch that, so help me, I'll rip out that damned ponytail and shove it up your ass!" She yelled.
"Like to see you try, Forehead!" A voice laughed in the behind. Another loud boom. The raven pulled his head from the phone and stared at it, before cautiously returning to it's side. He sighed.
"Bad time?"
"No, it's fine. Ino! Get your grubby-ass paws off that picture! And that one, too! So, Sasuke. What was that you needed? Titantic. Yeah, I have it. Yes, Pig, it is Mr. Uchiha Sasuke. So what? No! Hell no. Back off. One moment Sasuke," it sounded like she put the phone down, and another yelling roar came fuzzily through his cell.
Naruto cocked his head, hearing tiny voices screaming.
Another crash. More yells.
"Ow! Fuck you, Forehead! He's mine!"
"What the hell? He just wanted a movie!" Crash!
After a few seconds, Sakura returned to the other end and asked calmly, "So. Should I bring it over?"
"," he hung up, shaking his head.
Naruto, wondering what happened, and not hearing any of what went on over his slurping at his soda, asked cautiously, "So?"