A/N: I've been toying around with a "Morning After" fic for a while now, but I couldn't quite get it right. This one isn't the best of the best...but it grew on me, lol! I hope you agree!


One-Shot #43
Morning After

Naruto's eyes opened slightly, the sun cascading over his face. The room was blurry, yet still seemed different from previous mornings. When the room came into view, he realized it was because the room wasn't his. It was way too…clean.

He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his cerulean blue eyes and taking in his surroundings. The room was almost as large as his apartment and painted a beautiful shade of blue. The bed he laid in was at least a king-sized and covered in a beautiful dark blue sheets and blanket set. Glancing at the nightstand beside him, he saw two pictures of Team 7. One was taken when he was twelve and the other after Sasuke's return at sixteen, both of which were donned in oak frames.

He threw his legs off the bed and rubbed his eyes again, trying to remember every second of the previous night's events. Bits and pieces floated back to him. Pale and tan skin sliding against each other, raven hair trailing down his stomach as a tongue worked on his overheated skin, legs tangled together as a husky voice whispered 'I love you' into the darkness. Sighing, Naruto wondered if Sasuke met any of it. If he was going to walk downstairs to an awkward and communication-less goodbye, or a morning filled with the same passion and desire of the night before. Wishing for the latter, he stood up and found the door to the bathroom, gathering up his clothes on the way.

Walking down the stairs tentatively, he peeked into the kitchen, where the Uchiha was standing, reading the morning paper and drinking coffee, in nothing but his boxers. Forcing his eyes to not linger too long, he continued down the stairs, praying for a peaceful morning.

Sasuke looked up, noticing a presence in the room. His eyes rested upon a disheveled looking blonde who was trying to come down the stairs and not be noticed. His breath hitched in his throat and his chest tightened…was Naruto trying to leave? Attempting, pathetically, to calm his nerves he stepped around the kitchen counter, hoping to stop the dobe and demand an explanation. Instead, he stepped around the counter and stopped, trying to force himself to speak.

Naruto looked up, trying to see if the older boy was still standing behind the counter. Instead, he met a pair of accusing and hurt onyx eyes. A wave of guilt washed over him as he stared at Sasuke, the hurt sliding down into Sasuke's facial expression. They stood there for a second like that, their eyes not quite meeting, no words being spoken, until Sasuke couldn't take it anymore.

"If you're leaving, then just go." His hands were fisted at his sides, his head dropped as to not show emotion, but his voice betrayed him. It cracked as he spoke, giving away his hidden pain.

Naruto didn't know what to say. He just stood there, staring at an emotionally broken Uchiha. He wasn't trying to leave; he just wanted to know if last night met to Sasuke what it did to him. Opening his mouth to speak, but upon seeing a solitary tear slide down porcelain skin, he closed it instead. Instead of speaking, which he knew would never go his own way – the curse of being himself – he wrapped his arms around Sasuke, holding him tightly. The usually stoic teen fisted his hands in Naruto's bright orange jacket and pulled him even closer, burying his face in the blonde's neck. More tears escaped down those porcelain cheeks, soaking into the orange fabric.

"Are you leaving?" He choked out, his voice a plea of love and confusion.

"No." Naruto answered, kissing the top of Sasuke's head as he pulled back. "I just didn't know if you were still okay with it."

A delicate eyebrow rose at his explanation. "Why wouldn't I be?" An orange-clad shoulder shrugged as cerulean eyes dropped to the floor. "Naruto, answer me."

A mumble of 'you're too good for me' and 'dreaming of that for a long time' barely left the blonde's lips, making it almost impossible for Sasuke to hear him.

"Naruto, I love you. I always have." He brought a pale hand up to trace the whisker marks on the tanned cheeks.

Smiling brightly, Naruto wrapped his arms around Sasuke's neck, pulling him in for a deep, searing kiss. "Do you have any idea how long I've waited for you to say that, Sasuke? How many nights I've spent, sleepless, wondering if you felt the same way about me as I did about you? God, Sasuke, I love you!"

Sasuke just smirked, loving how his blonde dobe was rambling on excitedly. "Come on, dobe." Sasuke grabbed the blonde's hand, leading him towards the stairs.

"Where we goin'?" Naruto asked, following behind the older teen.

"Back to bed." Sasuke turned his head to wiggle his eyebrow, making Naruto blush slightly.

"Oh…" Naruto began to climb the stairs when he suddenly stopped, almost jerking Sasuke's arm out of the socket. When the raven haired teen turned to question him, Naruto had a naughty smirk on his face. "You're uke this time, I'm still kinda sore."

With a roll of his eyes, Sasuke pulled him the remainder of the way, not realizing until way too late that Kyuubi heals Naruto almost instantly, and that Naruto would not be sore at all afterwards.

Such a clever little dobe…


Hey, um...is it just me or does English Itachi have a really sexy voice? I mean, I watch both the Japanese and the English dubs...and I love them both...but English Itachi's voice is...well...sexier. Of course, I thought that about English Inuyasha, too. Don't shoot me, please! lol. I prefer English Jiraiya's voice, too. But Japanese chibi!Sasuke is better... Yeah, I'm weird...go ahead and say it. lol!

Until next time...TTYL!