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My name is Uchiha Sasuke. I was once an internationally wanted criminal, but I've reformed. I'm now living in the village of Konohagakure with the dobe.
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//That hawkward moment when Sasuke likes your posts on your personal from her RP account
//FOREVER TOO LAZY TO SWITCH ACCOUNTS OKAY
Naruto sputtered incoherent syllables as Sasuke lectured him. He knew there was no such things as ghosts, but that didn’t stop him from being scared! He didn’t think they were really going to get him or anything; he was just scared that they were lurking in the dark corners of the room…
“SASUKE?!” Naruto realized the Uchiha had left the room, and he quickly entered a state of hysterics. Too afraid to venture into the dark hallway to follow Sasuke, and too afraid to remain in the bedroom alone, Naruto quickly hopped onto the bed and crawled to the head of it. Leaning his back against the head board so none of the shadow people could sneak up from behind him, his wide eyes darted around the room. Every nook of the room seemed to move eerily in the corner of his vision.
A sudden gust of wind flew by the window, and a light tapping could be heard from outside the apartment walls. “W— W— WAHH!” Naruto wrapped his arms and legs around his pillow as his gaze raced to the closed curtains. “S—” He tried to call out Sasuke’s name again, but he couldn’t make a noise. Behind the curtains, a lanky shadow dipped in front of the moonlight. It made its way across the pane, and, after a minute passed, it retraced its steps. Naruto was frozen, staring at the window. THERE. WAS. SOMETHING. OUT. THERE.
“Naruto, what…?” Sasuke began to ask, his brows drawing together as his gaze followed Naruto’s and landed on the window. His eyes widened when he saw the silhouette of something swaying in front of it. He moved toward the window, his footsteps light, but jumped when a shrill squeaking filled the room. The source of the shadow was sliding across the glass.
Forcing himself to move, he reached out quickly and pulled back the curtain. “It’s…” he said with a gasp, “a fucking tree.” He fixed Naruto with a flat look before snorting to himself and letting the curtain fall back into place. The other man’s ridiculous fear was beginning to make him jumpy.
He slid into the bed and yanked Naruto’s pillow away from him, placing it flat on the bed. A flash of lightning lit up the room followed by a thunderclap that shook the apartment. Sasuke adjusted his position in an attempt to get comfortable but kept his eyes on Naruto’s terrified expression; at this rate he’d never get any sleep.
“Do you want me to check in the closet for the boogeyman? Or would you like me to make sure there are no monsters under the bed?” he said, raising his eyebrows.
Naruto jumped forward as Sasuke’s voice suddenly sounded behind him. “S-SA—” Another scream came from the TV speakers, and he lept back onto the couch, clutching the cushions tightly and a fearful expression. Why, oh why, did he ever think this was a good idea. Just an hour ago, he was plopping down on the couch next to a finally convinced Sasuke in excitement for their horror movie marathon. But now… Now…
“Wai-wai-wait, Sasuke!” Naruto called after the other boy, reaching for his silhouette in the hallway and pausing the movie with his other hand. “Y-You can’t leave yet, dattebayo! We have to see what happens! We have to see if the shadow people are real! Th-There has to be some get-up they reveal at the end of the movie! Ghosts aren’t real!” Naruto let his arm all over the arm of the couch as he realized Sasuke wasn’t returning. There had to be some sort of explanation for the shadow people in the lady’s house. Ghosts weren’t real. They didn’t haunt people when they were alone in the dark, because they weren’t real…
Naruto was alone in the dark. “SASUKEEEEEEEEE~!” He bolted from the couch and sprinted through the hallway, crashing into the other boy in the bedroom doorway.
Sasuke stumbled forward, grunting as he caught himself on his hands before he could hit the floor face first. He straightened and blew his bangs out of his eyes before turning toward Naruto.
“Idiot. If there is such a thing as ghosts, it’s not like they’re suddenly going to start haunting you just because you watched a movie! Don’t be a child,” he snapped.
Letting out a sigh, he pushed past Naruto and made his way back into the living room. Agreeing to watch a horror movie with Naruto had been a bad idea; for all the man’s bravery on the battlefield, he was a complete wuss when it came to the paranormal. Maybe it was the fact that he had lived under Orochimaru’s tutelage, and had seen things that most people could never even imagine, but the thought of some inhuman being lurking in the darkness didn’t frighten Sasuke. After all, the dead couldn’t be any more harmful than the living.
He shut off the TV - there was no way he was allowing Naruto to finish watching that movie - and headed back toward the bedroom, stopping abruptly when the wind began to howl outside. He pursed his lips and picked up his pace, slowing down as he entered the bedroom once again. More than likely a storm was on the way, and he wanted Naruto in bed and asleep before he got even more worked up.
Sasuke stared at the TV screen, his vision blurring slightly as he tried to keep his focus. He stifled a yawn and rolled his eyes when the protagonist of the movie turned suddenly, dropping her flashlight and screaming in the process, and came face to face with the entity that had been haunting her home. Movies like this were so predictable - not scary in the least. And yet his grown roommate, a ninja who had faced death more than once, was whimpering at his side like a child. He smirked at the thought.
“Stop being a baby. There’s nothing scary about this.” He glanced at Naruto when he didn’t respond only to find that he was completely absorbed in the movie. His shoulders were tense and the grip he had on the arm of the couch could have been damaging if it had been a person he was grabbing. Shaking his head at Naruto’s dramatics, he stood up and walked around the couch until he was standing directly behind the other man.
“I’m going to bed now. Maybe you should come, too. I don’t need you keeping me up all night with your screams of terror,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Hinata was a bit suprised at Sasuke’s invitation inside. The two had never really had any interaction, both before his departure from Konoha and after his return. What she knew of him was entirely dependent upon what she heard from others and the things that she observed about him (which, admittedly, she didn’t have a large collection of). She was able to tell that he was mostly quiet and reserved, like her. But his behavior seemed to stem from his aloofness, unlike her, where she was just naturally shy. Although lately, she’d been working to try to rid herself of her shyness. Over the past few years, Hinata had managed to gain a good deal of self-confidence. She no longer stuttered over every word and could carry a conversation with ease now, unless the topic ventured into an area that she was uncomfortable with. Nevertheless, all of these changes did not alter her naturally quiet temperament.
Although she was supposed to be looking for Naruto, she found herself leaning towards accepting his offer. The Hokage hadn’t made finding Naruto seem like a pressing issue. If it were really that important, the Godaime probably would have deployed an ANBU member to deliver the message.
Hinata gave a small glance at the inside of the apartment from behind Sasuke. The place seemed surprisingly clean and well-kept, contrary to what she expected from two boys living together. However, everything seemed quite neat and organized, which she supposed was a good thing.
She turned back to Sasuke after the cursory glimpse at the inside. “A-are you sure…? I don’t want to be a bother or anything,” she replied, tucking a stray strand of dark hair behind her ear as she once again peered up at him.
“I was just cleaning, but I’m done for the day, so it’s no bother,” Sasuke stated, leaving the door open for Hinata as he made his way back to the balcony to grab the broom. He placed it in the laundry room and walked back into the living room.
The Hyuuga girl still seemed hesitant to enter, and it made Sasuke wonder if she was just as wary of him as everyone else in the village. It didn’t matter much to him, truth be told, what she thought of him - he was just bored and curious to see how she had changed. He crossed his arms and looked at the girl.
“Naruto should be back soon, but if you’d rather come back later…”
Hidan sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes heavenward as he tapped his FABULOUS shoes against the cheap linoleum flooring. God, what was he even doing in KONOHA. If it weren’t for that no-good Uchiha bastard, he wouldn’t have even entertained the thought of entering such an UNFABULOUS city. The Jashinist scowled but quickly rearranged his facial expression into a sophisticated pout that even fashion models would be proud of. Frowning created wrinkles and the last thing that Hidan wanted to be was OLD. Well, being unjashinable was just as bad as being old. God, that was almost incurable. He shruddered in horror as he slicked a stray hair away from his face, waiting for the said bastard to open the apartment door.
Sasuke paused when he heard someone knocking at the door. He listened for a moment, making sure he wasn’t just hearing things, before rolling his eyes. Who ever was at his door better have a good reason for bothering him - they were interrupting his favourite soap opera, and right when it was getting good, too!
Tossing the remote on to the couch with more force than necessary, he marched toward the door, brushing his sweatpants free of pastry crumbs. It was true that for most of his life he hadn’t cared for sweets, but he needed something to comfort him during his daytime television marathons, and tomatoes just didn’t do the job.
He flung open the door and prepared the give the evil eye to the person standing outside of it, but stopped, his eyes widening, when he saw that it was Hidan. Without much thought, he slammed the door shut in the other man’s face.
He kept his back pressed against the door so that it couldn’t be opened. It was Hidan. And he. looked. fabulous. And Sasuke looked tore up. He hadn’t known the other man was visiting, so he had simply sat around all day in his sweatsuit with his hair wrapped up in a bandana and ate. He couldn’t let Hidan see him like this, he’d never let him live it down.
Naruto scooted over to Sasuke at the pull of his shirt. He reluctantly stretched out his arm, feeling like a child who fell down at the park. The huge bruise was still swollen, but he couldn’t feel it until he felt Sasuke’s touch. He held back a wince, but couldn’t help crinkling his nose.
“That’s what annoys me, teme,” Naruto’s voice was muffled as he pressed his cheek against his knee. “You used to make fun of me for all of my mistakes and bring me down… Well, you’re still like that, but now I can tell you actually care on the inside… UNLESS, DATTEBAYO! YOU CARED BEFORE, AND I JUST DIDN’T REALIZE!” Naruto lifted his head from his knees as his mouth fell open. Maybe it wasn’t Sasuke who had changed, maybe it was HIM! Maybe Sasuke had always been this way, been sincere and stuff, but Naruto hadn’t realized because he was too immature. BUT NOW, HE DID REALIZE BECAUSE HE NOW HE WAS AS MATURE AS SASUKE! MAYBE HE WAS MORE MATURE THAN SASUKE!!
A giant grin grew on his face as his squinted eyes found their way to Sasuke’s. “Saaaasssssukeeeeeeeee! You big mushball! You’re just too embarrassed to admit it, aren’t you? That you’re actually all mushy-gushy inside!!” Naruto laughed and stuck his face in Sasuke’s, making a ridiculous face of anticipation.
Sasuke pushed Naruto’s face away, the flush on his cheeks getting brighter before he willed it to fade. ”Shut up, moron…stop saying such embarrassing things.”
He kept a firm grip on the other man’s arm and tried to focus on inspecting it. It looked like it was probably broken - there was a bit of swelling. There was nothing he could do about it, and though he was sure the fox would have it healed in no time, he still thought, with the shinobi searching for them, it’d be better for them to return to the village.
Letting go of the arm, he lifted his gaze to Naruto’s face and smirked. He didn’t particularly enjoy being teased about his feelings, but at least his words had put Naruto in a better mood.
“Well, you should stop letting the fact that I care annoy you. Because I do. And if you didn’t want that then you shouldn’t have brought me back to the village.” He ruffled Naruto’s hair and stood up, walking back to the tent. “We should probably report back to the village as soon as possible, since those men are probably looking for us. Your arm looks broken, so you should get some rest. It’ll heal faster that way.”
Naruto stared at Sasuke as he took in his words. It was… possible that he had been trying. Sasuke was no where near as profound in his expressions as Naruto, so maybe he had been giving it some though. But still, that didn’t account for the fact that he was pissing Naruto off. The things he said, the things he did just rubbed Naruto the wrong way, and even though he knew it wasn’t by Sasuke’s intention, Naruto still blamed him. He sat down again, curling his knees up to his chest, and puffing his cheeks. He hated having to calm down. He rubbed his head where his scalp still stung, and blew the air out of his cheeks.
“Hey, Sasuke…” Naruto grumbled, a slight pout in his voice. “You know… If you actually told people about the things you want, you’d get them easier. I’d be nowhere near as strong as I am today if I hadn’t said I wanted to get stronger. And, when you tell people what your goals are, you won’t back out on them because then you know people are watching. So… You know what I’m saying, dattebayo. Just… tell people things.”
Naruto lifted his eyes to glance at Sasuke. How stupid. He’s so stupid. A small smile flashed across his lips as he brought his head back down to look at his toes.
Sasuke stared at Naruto from the corner of his eye, but looked away quickly when he felt a flush creep up his neck. Stupid moron always saying stupid things and then smiling like an idiot. It almost made him want to do what Naruto said; it made him want to be more open with the things he wanted.
But what exactly did he want? If he couldn’t even admit it to himself then how could he tell Naruto? Letting a more somber expression grace his face, he looked out over the water. Off in the distance the sun had sunk down low behind the trees; it’d be getting dark soon.
“Well, right now what I want is,” he twisted his body until he was facing Naruto and reached out to grab a hold of the mesh shirt that the other was wearing, “for you to let me take a look at that arm. Because…” He inhaled deeply, and yanked on the fabric he held between his fingers to try and coax Naruto into extending his arm. “I care about you, and I’m not trying to annoy you. I just want to make sure you’re alright.”
Naruto quickly covered his arm as he noticed Sasuke approaching him. He stared at the ground past Sasuke’s feet as he took in the yelling, the angry words, flying through his mind and catalyzing his anger. He closed his eyes, shaking, trying to keep himself calm enough to hear what Sasuke was saying. Finally, he smashed his fist on the ground and screamed, “Shut up! Don’t give me that bullshit! You’re not even trying! I didn’t bring you home so you could clean for me or live with me or cook my food! I don’t want any of that shit, I don’t need it! I brought you home so you could make a better life for yourself. I brought you home so I could be there for you, and you could find a goal that wasn’t fucking crazy! But you’re not even trying to find one, you’re not even looking. You just do chores and complain and worry about me and it’s fucking crazy! I DON’T WANT ANYTHING FROM YOU! I DON’T WANT YOU TO GIVE ME ANYTHING, BUT YOU’RE ACTING LIKE EVERYDAY IS A CHORE BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF ME AND IT PISSES ME OFF. YOU ACT ALL HIGH AND MIGHTY BUT YOU’RE THE ONE WHO IS STUPID. YOU CAN’T SEE PAST YOUR DAMN ARROGANT GOALS AND HONOR, SO YOU CAN’T EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM SAYING. YOU DON’T EVEN LISTEN TO ME ANYMORE, SO IF I’M BEING PASSIVE ITS BECAUSE CONFRONTING YOU DOESN’T DO SHIT. SO JUST— JUST—”
Naruto noticed he was standing again. A pain shot through his scalp and his fingers yanked out the hairs above his temples. His breath was unsteady, to the point where he couldn’t tell if he was laughing or crying. He closed his eyes again and let his hands fall to his sides.
Sasuke remained as still as possible while Naruto screamed, his lips drawn into a tight line as he tried to stay silent. He could practically feel his blood pressure rising as the other man went on, and a couple of times he had to fight the urge to punch Naruto in the mouth; as satisfying as it would be to just skip all of the talking and resort to more irrational forms of physical communication, Naruto was hurt already, and he didn’t want to injure him more. He’d just have to try and deal with his frustration in a more civilized way.
He watched, his eyes practically boring holes into the other man, as Naruto fell quiet. He was trying to calm himself, Sasuke could tell, but it didn’t seem to be working. Sighing, he tore his gaze away from where Naruto stood, and shook his head lightly.
“I am trying, Naruto. Just because you don’t see that I am doesn’t mean that I’m not. What kind of goal do you expect me to have? Do you expect me to become some sort of hero, like you?” He let out a sharp laugh and shot an incredulous look in Naruto’s direction. “Well, I’m not you. And I’m not always going to act how you want me to act.”
He made his way to the edge of the pond and sat down, resting his chin in his hand. Naruto was so irritating sometimes and he was tired of having to explain his actions to him. It had only been a few months since he had gotten back to the village. His goals were taken away from him. His entire life had to be reworked. He hadn’t even been allowed to work as a shinobi until this mission. He liked the way things were so far, before Naruto had gotten all moody at least, why couldn’t Naruto be satisfied with that?
“You’re an idiot,” he muttered, picking at the pieces of grass in front of him. “I do those things for you because I like to do them. I don’t see them as chores. I just complain because…This is stupid. This whole thing is stupid. We can’t even have a conversation with each other without arguing.”
He ran a hand through his hair before glancing at Naruto.
“I can’t live up to whatever image you have of me in your head, Naruto. Whatever picture perfect scenario you thought was going to play out when I came home is not going to happen. Right now I…” He paused for a minute, worrying his lip as he let his gaze drift away from the other man. “Right now I like my life. It’s simple. I just want to focus on figuring out who I am as a person - apart from my family.” His voice became even as he became more confident in what he was saying. “And I just want to focus on you and I…and this…thing between us.” He looked back at Naruto and straightened his posture, as if daring Naruto to say something stupid in response. “So I guess you could say those are my goals right now.”
