#snsweek

Punk Naruto being a little Tsundere.

-drawing prompt to follow 

As usual it was Naruto who broke the quiet first. “Ya know how many times I’ve thought about this?” He laughed softly, shaking his head, a soft smile on his lips. Blushing, he peeked a sideward glance at the raven haired boy. “To just sit next to you again.“ Scratching the back of his tousled blonde locks he continued on, no longer thinking much about what he was saying, it was flowing out of him and Sasuke listened intently. “I know you already know… Silly how I can sometimes forget how much you really know me. Even after all those years we spent apart…” Naruto looked away, those were still fresh wounds that hurt to talk about but he found himself smiling beside himself “When I saw you, all that pain of time being lost faded. Like when I finally got to be with you everything went still… Which is sort of weird, ya know cause those moments were never enough.” Sasuke felt something radiating through every facet of his being but naming it was frightening. It would be just like Naruto to voice aloud the secrets they had already seen in one another’s hearts. It was one thing to read his soul before a battle. Another to do so sitting here, a calm sweet breeze in the air, Naruto’s body beside his own, no plans, no motive. Yes, of course he knew, for he felt it too. So much that it… Hurt. Flashes of their last battle flickered before Sasuke’s vision. His sharingan had been engraining Naruto’s every movement to memory. With an opponent like Naruto, one couldn’t risk a moments distraction. Sasuke smirked at the thought, Naruto would love to hear him admit that aloud but there wasn’t a chance he’d ever give the dobe that kind of satisfaction. Not only that but Sasuke had wanted to recall every facial expression, take in the endlessness of his blue eyes, those charming whiskers, that determined glare… He wanted to put all that beauty that was Naruto and keep it in a mason jar snugged deep within his soul. It was a masochistic ritual meant to make the killing of this boy even more devastating. Yes for he really had intended to do it. Sasuke gulped, a slight tremble running up his single hand. Naruto took notice and turned to face him fully now. “What is it?” Sasuke pondered for a moment if he should disclose anything to him. What words would he even say? To say sorry didn’t feel right when Naruto hadn’t ever felt his intentions in any other way then it meaning the death of them both. “Stubborn.” Sasuke murmured, suddenly. “Just so I wouldn’t be alone, you were really going to let me kill you and you were really going to kill me.” Naruto’s eyes softened, his smile faltering somewhere lost in anguish and in love. Abruptly, he was pouting and Sasuke tilted his head curiously at the sight. “You’re just as stubborn, teme! Worse even!” Sasuke laughed at him, which only furthered his pouting. “Did you miss me when you were gone?” Naruto asked, shamelessly, without warning. “I tried not to think of you.” Sasuke answered, truthfully, shyly because it had been a feat he couldn’t ever tackle. Naruto had to admit that ached. But he showed nothing of it. “It turned out to be an act of futility though.” He added on, casually, despite how for some reason his heart was racing in his ribcage. “Since sunsets have a way of reminding me of you. It’s very troublesome.” “Heh.” Naruto’s entire cheeks went a soft pink that contrasted like art against his tanned skin. It didn’t go unnoticed by the boy beside him. “I feel the same way about the moon but … To be honest I couldn’t ever stop thinking of you.” “I know.” Sasuke’s voice went tender and when Naruto reached his good arm to let his fingers graze Sasuke’s, something inside him burst. Like a tidal wave, no like a fucking volcanic eruption and when they intertwined their fingers, something like heaven crawled up both their nerves. The comfy silence remained, the tiniest hues of light began to signify that soon the sun would rise, both boys a little surprised at how hours had passed and not just a few mere minutes. Maybe that was one of the things the dobe was right about, Sasuke thought, with him time really did slow and yet there really never was enough of it. Sasuke stole a glance at his bestfriend, who was dangling his feet across the edge of the bridge, a delicate, little smile about his lips. Feeling his stare, Naruto met his gaze, blue eyes on black. Naruto let his fingers slide from Sasuke’s, a loss of warmth Sasuke would have protested if Naruto had not immediately trailed his fingertips across his pale cheekbone, to grab a soft onyx lock of hair and gently place it behind his ear, revealing the swirling purple of the rinnegan. Sasuke tried desperately to keep the rushing warmth from his face. Naruto didn’t remove his hand from its spot behind Sasuke’s neck. Kiss him, you coward, Sasuke thought. The desire and need for that intimacy and closeness to Naruto had completely taken over. His eyes instantaneously casting downward to see the sculpted pink lips of his… Friend. What a insufficient phrase that had always been. Frustrated and determined, he gripped Naruto’s chin, Sasuke leaned forward and captured those lips, which were even softer and warmer then he could have daydreamed. Blue eyes went wide only to flutter close, the kiss was short and somehow they both felt breathless once they broke apart, foreheads touching. Something like fire burning at each of their cores. “I’m still really glad I met you.” Naruto whispered. “Even if it means one arm?” The blonde chuckled and let his hand run through the others hair, caress his cheek, scoot in even closer till he was nearly on the others lap It just felt too good to be beside him and Sasuke clearly had no objection to this, in fact for the rest of that sunrise they sat, legs intertwined, shoulders and heads resting against one another. “Thank you, Naruto.” Sasuke said, looking down at the boy with half closed eyelids, near sleep on his shoulder “For what?” The blonde yawned, sleepily. “For being my damn usuratonkachi.” Naruto raised his head to stick a tongue out at him. Sasuke smirked in return. For the first time since Itachi, he felt safe and like he was home. "Well then thanks for being my teme.” “Hn.” Was the ravens only reply. The rest of their time there was filled with tiny bouts of conversations about what each other had missed in their time apart, about their childhood and their plans and thoughts of the future. Sasuke was content to hear the babbles and daydreaming of his idiot and they would have went on even longer if Naruto’s stomach hadn’t growled mid sentence. “Ramen?” Sasuke figured and Naruto beamed at him, a burst of energy hauling him to his feet, he reached his hand out and Sasuke accepted, that same electric feeling soaring within him. They walked hand and in hand. Neither feeling quite like letting go. Fucking Fin.

~SNS WEEK DAY 2 : SASUKE DAY~

And my apology for being away for so long. 

naruto, chap 173

Just a Cyborg and a Bioweapon.

Meeting again after 3 years.