Spell Bound

Sasuke groaned as the sunlight that crept through his bedroom window woke him from his peaceful sleep. He stretched his arms above his head and let out an enormous yawn. “Guess I better get up.” He rubbed wearily at his eyes as the room slowly came into focus and suddenly froze. This…this was not his bedroom. Where was he? Acting on instinct, he activated his Sharingan as he sat up in the bed. Cautiously he began to scan the room. In a small black frame, atop a stout oak dresser, sat a photograph of himself and his teammates. The floor: an array of socks, kunai and various other objects. On the night stand next to the bed; a single empty cup of instant ramen. Deactivating his Sharingan, Sasuke let out a sigh. Any idiot could figure out who’s room this was. But why was he in Naruto’s room? A theory began to formulate in his mind. Perhaps he had been in a fight and was badly injured, possibly knocked out. Naruto being the only one around to help and lacking the common sense to take Sasuke to an infirmary, dragged him back to his room where he could keep an eye on the brunette. Of course. That would also explain why Sasuke was…his eyes shot open wide as he suddenly became aware of his stark nudity. But…but it made sense. H-he had been badly injured, s-so Naruto had striped him of his clothes to tend to his wounds. That had to be it. Yes, in fact Sasuke did feel a bit sore now that he thought about it. Sasuke began to relax ever so slightly as everything started to make sense. Then Naruto rolled over. Sasuke nearly leapt out of his skin as the blonde boy rolled over and flung his arm across Sasuke’s waist. “Naruto!” the Uchiha screamed, scaring slightly even himself at the sudden noise.

Naruto simply smacked his lips and snuggled against Sasuke, “What is it, Sasuke?”

The now quite alarmed brunette haphazardly threw Naruto’s arm from his lap and bolted from the bed, “Where the Hell are my clothes?!” he spat at the blonde. It wasn’t like the Uchiha to loose his cool, but the fact that his neatly pieced together explanation was rapidly crumbling through his fingers like shards of broken crystal, wasn’t exactly making him the happiest of people.

“Hmm?” Naruto looked up from the bed with bleary eyes, “Oh, I think they’re in the kitchen.” he let his head fall back into the pillow and began snoring again.

Sasuke let out an irritated sigh and stormed into the nearby room. For the second time that morning, his eyes widened in shock. The kitchen before him was in complete disarray. Ramen cups and utensils carpeted the floor, along with the brunette’s misplaced clothing. The room looked as though a tornado had ripped through it. All except the table that was. It seemed eerily out of place with it‘s wiped-clean surface. As thoughts of what could have possibly caused this disaster raced through Sasuke’s mind, his face retaliated by turning a slight shade of pink. “What exactly happened in here! Sure I’ve always wanted to kick that dobe’s ass, but I’ve never wanted to do anything… else to it!” The uncharacteristically frazzled boy found his clothes amongst the rubble and quickly threw them on before storming back into the bedroom, “Naruto!! Get up!” He not-so-gently shoved the blonde across the bed.

Naruto grunted at his rather unpleasant wake up call, “What’s wrong?” he rubbed at his shoulder where he had been pushed as he sat up in bed.

Sasuke stood fuming before the other boy, nearly unable to speak, “What…what happened last night?! Why did I wake up naked in your bed?!”

Naruto blushed slightly. This only enraged Sasuke more, “You don’t remember?” he asked, a shy smirk creeping across his face.

“No! I don’t remember! Why don’t you enlighten me?!” Sasuke was on the verge of beating the truth out of Naruto if he didn’t start talking soon.

Still blushing and not quite making eye contact with the blonde, Naruto began to speak, “Well, ya know. You just…we just.” Sasuke could feel his heart in his throat as his worst fears began to spill from the other boy’s mouth, “We just had fun last night.” he chuckled nervously.

Resisting the urge to kill Naruto, Sasuke spoke through gritted teeth, “What. Kind. Of. Fun?”

“Eheh…um, ya know, like… sexy fun.” Naruto was slowly turning a deeper shade of red.

Sasuke suddenly threw himself at the other boy, crawling across the bed and forcing the other boy to look at him, “Naruto…did…did we have sex?!”

Naruto stared deep into Sasuke’s eyes, his thoughts now a mix of embarrassment, lust, and complete terror, “W-w-well y-yeah…”

Not completely able to comprehend exactly what Naruto had just confirmed, he let his glare wander, “Are you fucking with me? I swear, if this is some kind of sick joke, I’ll-”

“I’m not joking.” Naruto replied quietly as Sasuke’s eyes shot back to the blonde boy’s face, “I would never joke like that. We really did have…we…why don’t you remember?”

As the truth slowly and painfully began to sink in, Sasuke allowed himself to let his guard drop. If Naruto was telling the truth, then why indeed did he not remember, “Naruto. Why can’t I remember? Did I just block it all from my memory? Repress it somehow?”

At the word ‘repress’ Naruto’s eyes lit up, “Oh.”

Sasuke searched the boy’s face, “Oh? What oh? Do you know what happened?”

Naruto looked away sheepishly as the other boy grabbed his shoulders and shouted at him for answers, “I…I think it’s my fault. Well, mine and Sakura’s.”

“What?” He found himself suddenly confused again by this new information, “What’s Sakura have to do with this?”

“Um, well, see, it’s kind of a long story, not really, but kind of-”

Sasuke shook him firmly, “Quit rambling and just tell me!”

Naruto flinched slightly, “Well, it’s just that you’re always so broody and quiet. You keep everything bottled up.”

“What’s that have to do with this?” Sasuke prodded.

“Well, Sakura was working on her training and happened to come across a special technique used in therapy. It causes the patient to temporarily unrepress everything they’ve been holding in so that the therapist can get to the true source of their problem.”

Slowly Sasuke was starting to understand, but not entirely, “So what? You used this technique on me? But how does that explain this?!”

“Well, I guess, you know, you must have had repressed feelings for me or something.” A slight blush crossed the blonde’s face.

Sasuke’s face mimicked the other boy’s as this possibility raced through his mind, “No! Absolutely not! That is not what happened. Dammit, and why can’t I remember? Was that a part of this technique?”

“Um, I don’t know. You’d have to ask Sakura. Maybe she can help you remember.”

Sasuke glared at the bed sheets for a moment as he thought then finally hopped to the floor. He flung the other boy’s clothes at him, “Get dressed. We need to fix this.”

Naruto watched heavy-heartedly as the brunette strode angrily out of the bedroom. “Maybe we screwed it up…maybe those weren’t his real suppressed feelings…I… I guess I really am an idiot…”