Another one? So soon! ^^
Nothing is edited, or even reread. Excuse any mistakes. This is my word dump.
They were strangers.
Amongst the throws of millions of people, like a beacon across the night sky they were drawn together.
There was something--something invisible (a thread) pulling them like two magnets.
All around them, the forest of people walked, unknown to what was transpiring right before them.
“Do I know you?”
Naruto shook his head--at least he thought he did (he hoped he did). He felt...strange. Naruto knew his feet were firmly planted on the stained pavement, yet he felt as if he was floating, like a lulled wave skimming the surface of a vast ocean. His ears were ringing and the space within his mind was clouded with fog.
Naruto bobbed on the balls of his feet, hands fingering the lingering lint in the pocket of his jeans. “Would you--” he stammered, clearing his throat. “Would you like to--grab a coffee?”
Why he had just asked a complete stranger for coffee was beyond his current mental wavelength. Considering said stranger was just staring at him, dark eyes narrowed in a frown, his professionally pressed business suit immaculate.
Naruto was about to apologise, his cheeks burning with embarrassment and more than a little bit of confusion. That was, until he saw the subtle nod of raven hair. Naruto grinned, maybe wider than he should have, before he walked (floated) in the direction of the nearest cafe.
The road was busy, loud with cars honking, music blaring and people conversing. He knew that, but all he could hear was the light footsteps of the stranger behind him.
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It wasn’t Sasuke's usual coffee shop, far from it, to be honest. The bitter aroma of coffee overwhelmed his senses, couches instead of the formal tables he was accustomed to were sporadically placed within the small area. Rainbows danced across the walls as the midday light hit the many--too many, crystals hanging from the ceiling.
Sasuke sat forward on the too soft sofa, feeling very uncomfortable, but hiding it behind his charastically stoic demeanor. He watched with hooded eyes as the blond ordered their drinks, talking loudly and laughing even louder with the barista. What was he doing here? He should be at his office prepping for his afternoon meetings, like he did every other lunch break.
Today, though--something (a thread) pulled him from the building. Sasuke didn’t even realise he had walked more than a few blocks away until he was staring into the bluest eyes he had ever seen.
He fidgeted, the urge to remove himself from the situation strong, but his body just wouldn’t obey. Sasuke looked down at the table in time for a black coffee to enter his vision. Following the hand, he met the sheepish smile from the stranger as Naruto sat down opposite him, holding a hot chocolate close to his chest.
“How did you--”
“Uh,” a hand raised, rubbing the back of his blond locks, “you just seem like the type of person who drinks their coffee bitter and well--yuck.” Naruto looked off to the side, “I hope I got it right.”
Sasuke’s reply was taking a tentative sip of the drink. His eyes widening slightly in surprise--it was perfect.
Naruto grinned widely, taking the lack of grimace as affirmative.
They sat in comfortable silence--relaxing, the world continued spinning on its axis, people came and went and yet, for the first time he could remember--Sasuke felt at peace. The anxiety and stress from his job were forgotten. It was just him, and the stranger.
“What sort of person am I?”
Naruto's blue eyes (like the sky on a hot summer's day) met his own. He seemed to ponder the question for a moment, the thoughtful look on his face somewhat adorable, Sasuke admitted to himself. “Well--” Naruto said, “you work a lot. You’re smart, read lots of books and I bet they’re like--super long too! Uh--you probably finished top of your class. I bet you were one of the smartest at college too…”
Naruto laughed, “you work in an office, with lots of meetings.” He gestured to Sasukes attire. “Maybe a family business? Um--you don’t like crowds and I can see you being close to your family. Maybe the youngest? Do you have an older brother?”
Blue eyes clouded as they looked down as a sole finger followed the imperfections on the table, “I think you’re lonely. Even if you won’t admit it… You’re content with your solitude, but--you’re not happy.”
Naruto looked up, smiling shyly, “how did I do?”
Sasuke grunted, covering his shock at how easily this stranger read him. He prided himself on not being an open book. And this person just stripped him naked, hitting the nail with perfect precision.
A rainbow sat upon Naruto's cheek as he laughed, open and loud--drawing smiles from others sitting nearby. “It’s strange, right? You and he,” he gestured between the two of them. “I don’t even know you… and I feel like I want to give you a hug, and punch you at the same time.”
The honesty was rare, a trait that was as dead as chivery. Even so, Sasuke narrowed his eyes, his lips ghosting into the whisper of a smile. “Idiot.”
Naruto shrugged, smiling as he spoke, “I know a bastard when I see one.”
“Do you believe in fate?” Sasuke looked over the top of his drink, the response on his lips before Naruto continued, “I feel like we were meant to meet today. I feel like--well, I just can’t explain it. I mean, I was drawn to you, I don’t know why--but, here… being here with you… it just feels so--right.”
“You probably think I'm so weird!”
Sasuke couldn’t hold back the smirk, full and uncensored.
“Asshole,” Naruto rolled his eyes. He held out his hand, tanned and rough. “I’m Naruto, Naruto Uzumaki.”
Sasuke grasped the hand in his own, a tugging in his chest catching him by surprise. “Sasuke Uchiha.”
“Just sit still, would you?” Sasuke whispered, his foot kicking out and connecting with his boyfriends shin.
Naruto bounced once, twice, before turning--blue eyes bright, his smile wide and full of all the joy in the world, even as he rubbed his abused leg. “I can’t help it,” he said, his eyes travelling around the otherwise quiet classroom. “It’s finals, last class, last damn hour, Sasuke. Then we’re done--we’re out of here. Summer is right there, just outside that window.”
Naruto pointed to said window, his hand almost colliding with Sasuke's nose as it thrust through the space his head once occupied with the thoughtless type of action that only Naruto could pull off and get away with.
“Just shut up, idiot.” Sasuke shook his head, the hair falling across his eyes doing nothing to hide the smirk that graced his features. “Don’t you remember what your mom said?” Without taking his eyes from his own test, Sasuke tapped Narutos’ nearly empty sheet with the back of his pencil. “Thirty minutes to go. Better hurry up, Naruto. Or you’ll be attending summer school with Lee and his Uncle.”
“Oh, shit--fuck!”
The sound of frantic scribbling echoed off the walls, which isn’t far from the truth because Naruto's handwriting left much to be desired. (Calling it scribbles would be generous) Funnily enough, the only person who didn’t struggle to reach his chicken scratch, apart from his boyfriend, because Sasuke was ridiculously smart in all aspects--was his mother, who’s own writing was, and he would never admit it out loud; worse than his own.
The bell rang soon after, and that was the one time, during the whole school year that Naruto wished he had another ten minutes. He picked up the paper, a curtain of eraser filings falling onto his desk, followed swiftly by his head.
He could smell Kiba before the dog-lover spoke, and without even looking he knew his best friend's teeth would be bared in what he always thought a dog would look like if it learned how to smile. “That bad, huh?”
“Worse,” Naruto mumbled into his desk, huffing away the eraser remains that threatened to become a snack. “And the worst thing of all is that I actually studied!”
Sasuke clearing his throat from somewhere near made Naruto glad his burning cheeks weren’t on display. “Well, tried to study,” Naruto corrected.
Kiba barked out a laugh as he tugged the paper from Naruto's fingers and with a skip in his step, added it to the pile of collected papers and dropped them with not even an ounce of remorse onto the teacher's desk.
“See you at summer school, man!” Kiba called across the room before escaping with the horde of students excited to enjoy their summer holidays. Or in Kibas case, summer school with Hinata, a quiet girl at the back of the room who took every extracurricular activity that would academically boost her for schooling and life in the upcoming years.
It was not unknown to anyone who had ever seen those two interact that Kiba was head over heels for the girl. Naruto shook his head, poor girl. Sighing deeply, he pushed himself back on his chair until he was looking up at the ceiling.
Sasuke's eyes, face, and hair appeared in his line of vision, and Naruto couldn’t help the smile that won over the frustration and anxiety. Sasuke raised an eyebrow, a silent question on his features.
Naruto definitely did not whimper. Damn Sasuke and his… well--everything!
“Come on, idiot. No point moping around. We’ll get our results in a week, until then--seven days, Naruto--”
Naruto licked his suddenly dry lips. Seven days, huh. “Uh--” Naruto blushed, bowing his head as he stood from his chair, grabbing his bag to hide exactly where the blood had begun to flow to.
Sasuke chuckled, deep and husky as he followed a step behind his blond boyfriend as he exited the school building amongst the throws of other students.
They walked side by side in a comfortable silence towards Sasuke's house. Sasuke didn’t even have to ask if Naruto was ready to be bombarded with questions about how his last test went from his mom. And that was something that Naruto loved about Sasuke. He seemed to just know.
“You know,” Sasuke said, stopping right outside the door to his family home. “I have nothing planned these holidays, and with college right around the corner, it wouldn’t hurt to put summer school on my application form.”
Naruto spun, his eyes wide as his brain processed what Sasuke had just offered. “You’re smart enough to get into any school you want, Sasuke. You don’t need to do that.” His eyes searched Sasukes face which remained charastically stoic, apart from the intensity of his stare.
“But I want to,” Sasuke replied, shrugging as if it wasn’t making Naruto fall even more head over heels in love with the raven. Entering the house, the two teenagers toed off their shoes. “Besides,” said Sasuke as he led Naruto into the kitchen where none other than Itachi sat beside his mother, sipping tea with that same sadistic smile that sent shivers racing down Naruto's spine. “Itachi is home these holidays.”
Naruto gulped, waving at the elder brother, not, definitely not hiding behind his boyfriend. “Hi Mikoto, Itachi. Good trip from hell?”
Itachi raised an eyebrow, but the smirk never left his lips. “Always worth it to see my favourite two teenagers.”
First tumblr post. Am I allowed to post snippets? Am I tumblr-ing right?
Sasu/Naru/Sasu (SNS) AU
“Please?”
“No.”
Naruto gave his best impression of a kicked puppy, hands together as he pleaded with more force than really was necessary for such a mundane task. “Pretty please.”
Used to his boyfriend's attitude, his quirks—good and bad combined, Sasuke turned away stubbornly. His attention solely focused on aimlessly flicking through the channels on TV, blatantly ignoring Naruto as he slowly, and with the subtlety of an elephant—inched closer and closer towards Sasuke, until he rested his head on Sasuke's shoulder with an over exaggerated thud.
“You know,” Naruto said, his tone thickly coated with insincere innocence. His fingers walked up Sasuke's arm in slow, deliberate movements, “you can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”
Damn.
Something must have changed on his face, because Naruto sat back—grinning wide enough to give the Cheshire Cat a run for its money. Sasuke paused, running a hand over his forehead—wondering (not for the first time) how he had ended up in this situation.
The great Sasuke Uchiha, younger brother to Itachi Uchiha, son to Fugaku and Mikoto Uchiha. One of the most influential men (next to his brother, of course) in the business sector of Japan demoted to fucking sandwich bitch.
His ancestors must be turning in their graves. And the worst thing of all, was that the bouncing checkout clerk beside him was so damn right.
With a sigh unfitting of his normally stoic demeanour, Sasuke stood without a word. Making his way into the kitchen, Naruto's voice following him. It could have been a thanks, but it was most likely specifics in relation to the way his boyfriend wanted his fucking sandwich. Regardless, Sasuke let the comment fly over his head. Naruto will be lucky if he doesn’t decide to just throw the entire loaf of bread at his head.
Sasukes was bent over searching through the fridge, wondering if he should drown the bread in that intensely horrible hot sauce Naruto's workmate Lee gave them when they first moved into their apartment when a pair of familiar arms wrapped around his midriff.
The hairs on the back of his neck rose as Naruto spoke into his ear, Naruto's body pressing up against his own. “Thank you, bastard.” Naruto nibbled the lobe of Sasuke's ear gently before stepping back.
“And here I was thinking you came in here to make sure I wasn’t adding arsenic to the mayonnaise.” Sasuke said coolly as he placed the condiments on the island beside Naruto.
Naruto laughed. “Well that too,” he admitted, scratching at his cheek sheepishly. “Want some help?”
Sasuke deadpanned. “Go away, Naruto.”
Naruto's laughter followed him as he walked the short distance back to the couch. Sasuke's eyes traced his every step, resting solely on the way his pants hung loose on tanned tapered hips, his bare back catching the mid-morning rays of sunshine as it shone through sheer curtains.
Shaking his head, Sasuke reluctantly returned his gaze to the half constructed meal in front of him. Sandwich first, then well—Naruto has a favour to pay back. With a smirk, Sasuke spread the deli meat on top of the mayonnaise—maybe being a sandwich bitch isn’t always a bad thing.
