Sasuke is that you?

A/N: Man am I behind on my updating on this site, sorry! But here's the second chapter anyway. Enjoy :D



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Naruto groaned into his hands. He glanced up in time to see the Uchiha stride out of the kitchen and heard the slam of Sasuke’s bedroom door. He sighed and rubbed his bruising jaw, needless to say Sasuke hadn’t believed him.



It had started off okay, Naruto had calmly tried to explain that Sasuke was unwell. Sasuke had sat in stony silence for the most part, adding the occasional ‘Hn’ here and there. Naruto would have taken that as a good sign if he hadn’t seen the total disbelief in the Uchiha’s dark eyes. So naturally Naruto had acted like any rational human being would. He got angry.



“Sasuke! Your not listening to me, you don’t understand! You have another personality.” Naruto grabbed the Uchiha’s shoulders, all he got for his efforts was a smirk.



“Of course I do dobe.” Sasuke replied, voice thick with sarcasm. Naruto gave out a exasperated sigh and pulled Sasuke out of his seat and into the living room.



“Look, just look!” He pointed towards the sofa. Cigarette butt’s littered the floor, ash had burnt hole’s into the sofa’s fabric. The television was on, a repeat of ’Gok Wan’s fashion fix*.’ blaring from it’s screen.



“And what exactly am I supposed to be looking at idiot? You’ve made a mess of the lounge again. Bravo. I’m not cleaning it up.” Naruto gaped at the pale male beside him. He didn’t remember, he truly didn’t remember.



“I didn’t do this! You did Sasuke!” Naruto cried in indignation. He would not take the blame for Sasuke’s antics and he sure as hell had to make the other man see that he currently had a problem. There were now two Sasuke’s and if Naruto thought one was bad, two was practically torture. Especially since this ‘Sassy’ seemed to want a piece of his ass.



“I don’t smoke.” Sasuke drawled out, clearly sick of the conversation.



“Exactly! You don’t smoke Sasuke, but Sassy does.” Naruto ground out. The damn Uchiha, he’d make him understand! Why did he have to be so damn difficult all the time? Bastard.



“Who the fuck is Sassy? He’ll be paying for the sofa repairs. If he doesn’t you will dobe.” Sasuke scowled, vein throbbing in his temple. Only mutual friends ever entered the Uchiha-Uzumaki household, it had been a unvoiced rule. The fact that the idiot had let a man he didn’t know into their house grated on Sasuke.



Naruto let out a cry of anguish, tugging blonde locks.



“You are Sassy! That’s what I’ve been saying. It’s your other personality Sasuke.”



“Dobe, if your going to trash the place don’t make up lame ass stories to get you out of trouble.” Sasuke retorted through gritted teeth. Hands clenched by his sides as he glared at the equally irritated blonde.



“Gah! For fuck sake why would I lie? Look-” He tugged at Sasuke’s arm and led him into his bedroom. He pushed Sasuke in front of a full length mirror and pointed at his reflection. “-You don’t dress like this! Can you even remember what clothes you put on this morning?”



Sasuke stared at his reflection of what felt like an eternity to Naruto. Sure he was used to the Uchiha posing but this was different. He watched as several emotions danced in his eyes. Confusion, Revulsion, Annoyance and Shock. Finally his eyes shone with indifference with just a hint of disbelief. Damn icy prick. Silence hung heavy in the air whilst Sasuke glared at his reflection. Naruto resisted the urge to point out glaring at the mirror wouldn’t change his outfit.



Naruto let out another sigh. He’d sure sighed a lot this evening.



“Common teme lets get you some tea.”



Sasuke followed Naruto to the kitchen robotically. His brain didn’t register the movements as it was busy fighting it’s own battle between logic and emotions. He had another personality? No. Every fibre in his being rebelled against that. He was a Uchiha, Uchiha’s didn’t get obscure mental illness. He snorted, although Itachi wasn’t exactly normal. Maybe after work he’d gotten drunk, come home and gone a bit crazy. That didn’t seem right either. He rarely drank, what would have prompted such an act? Come to think of it he couldn’t really remember the specifics of his day. He recalled showering and setting off to work. But what happened at work? Come to think of it why was he even home? What was causing these blanks in his normally accurate memory?



The whistle of the kettle pulled Sasuke out of his thoughts. He hadn’t even noticed he was sitting at the dining table in the kitchen. Naruto watched Sasuke out of the corner of his eye whilst pouring the tea, he’d yet to say anything and there was a distant look in his eyes. Sasuke sat rigid in his seat just staring into nothing, impassive bastard. Did he even have enough emotion to express concern at his own mental collapse? Probably not. Naruto was fairly certain emotions were bred out of the Uchihas. He placed the steaming cup in front of Sasuke and sat opposite him and waited for the stoic bastard to return to this universe.



“I do not have another personality.” Sasuke suddenly spat out, Naruto eyes widened, how could he still be ignoring this? It was unhealthy for him to have the disorder and it needed to be addressed. After all one doesn’t develop a personality for no reason, it usually occurred after emotional trauma. Naruto felt a pang of worry as his thoughts mulled over what could have happened to his friend to have caused him to snap. However irritation at Sasuke’s ignorance outweighed the worry.



“Yeah and denial is a river in Egypt teme.” Sasuke shot him a Uchiha death glare before looking away.



“Fine dobe, I’ll humour you. What makes you think I have another personality?”



“Well for starters you made me ramen. That’s the least asshole-ish thing you’ve ever done, so it couldn’t possibly you now could it?” Naruto teased, enjoying the look of annoyance that crossed the raven haired males face.



“Tch, dobe, I make you ramen because death comes quicker to those that eat that processed junk. Instead of trying to be funny why not tell me what the fucks going on?”



“Jeez, fine. I came home and you was all loopy. You were sprawled out across the sofa and smoking. I nearly had a heart attack I thought someone had finally managed to dislodge that stick from up your ass.” Naruto received another glare, which cause him the grin widely “You were dressed like that and you called me Naru-chan.”



Sasuke’s eyes widened slight before returning to the emotionless expression he usually wore.



“Naru-chan? Why Naru-chan?”



“Fuck knows. All I know is you had the hots for me, not that I blame you, you kept hitting on me.”



Sasuke scowled.



“I did not.”



“You did! You even tried to take me into the bedroom. You touched me up a little. You seemed to have the distinct impression we were lovers.”



Sasuke turned bright red whilst Naruto choked down the laughter threatening to spew from him. Sasuke would not like that and he was in no mood for a fist fight this evening. Maybe tomorrow though…Yeah he’d tease the teme tomorrow, tonight he would focus on convincing him to see a physiatrist. His grin split his face as he thought of all the ways he could torture Sasuke.



That is until the fist made contact with his face.



It took a second for Naruto to figure out what was going on. He slowly acknowledged the throbbing of his jaw. Ah. So Sasuke hadn’t been red with embarrassment, he’d been red with rage. Sasuke loomed above him, glaring down and shaking with fury. Sasuke had hit him. That bastard. He’d kill him!



“What the fuck Uchiha!” He cried out, standing and shaking his fist at the other male. Damn that bastard for having the height advantage for intimidation!



“You are a fucking liar. There’s nothing wrong with me. So keep that goddamn big mouth of yours shut or I’ll shut it for you!”



Naruto’s anger peeked, he grabbed Sasuke’s shirt and pulled him towards him, there faces mere inches apart.



“Why don’t you just get ‘Sassy’, I’m sure he’d find ways to shut my mouth. You’d know, what with you being the same person. What’s the matter afraid you‘ve got a homosexual part waiting to come out? Better than a being a fucking asexual prick.” Naruto growled at the taller man.



“Get this into your thick skull Uzumaki. There. Is. Nothing. Wrong. With. Me.” Sasuke pulled his shirt from Naruto’s grip and shoved him away.



“I’m trying to help you, you stubborn bastard. This is serious, nobody develops another personality for no reason! Something must have happened, you need to see a physiatrist.”



“I’m not crazy . Nothings happened. There is nothing wrong with me!” Sasuke cried out.



Naruto slumped into his seat, hands hiding his face.



“You need help.”



And that’s when Sasuke left the room. And that’s why he was still sat at the dining table nursing a swollen jaw. Naruto hazard a glance at the kitchen’s clock and was shocked to see it was already one in the morning. Shit. He had to be up for six tomorrow! Fucking stupid teme wasting his evening.



He mumbled several curses under his breath as he stalked towards his bedroom. Once inside he discarded all his clothing except his boxers and crawled into bed, wrapping himself up tightly in the cotton sheets. He didn’t need fancy pants silk like the damn prissy Uchiha. His thoughts hovered around Sasuke and how he was going to kick his ass, however it didn’t take long from sleep to claim him, he’d had a long day and an even longer night. The silence of the house and the warmth of his bed coaxed him into dreamless sleep.



The screeching alarm clock woke Naruto with a start. Why did they have to make alarms so loud!? Naruto quickly silenced the shrieking object and flopped his head back down on his pillow, letting out a languid yawn. He hadn’t slept that well in months, must have been the mental and emotional trauma Sasuke was dragging him through. Sunlight crept through the window, slightly stinging Naruto’s eyes with it’s brightness. He let out a sigh of contentment, at least it would be a nice day today. Shame he’d have to spend it inside with clients. A light breeze blew into the room, causing Naruto to frown, had he opened the window last night? If the window was open why was he so warm?



“Morning Naru-chan.” A happy voice chimed. Naruto felt a warm, wet set of lips touch his cheek before he tumbled out of bed with a yelp. Slowly he stood, staring at the pale man wrapped in his bed covers.



Damn it, Sassy was back.



“Sas-chan…what are you doing here?”



Sasuke pouted and Naruto was certain he’d never get used to that.



“You never came to bed last night Naru, why didn’t you come to bed last night? Did I do something wrong? Didn’t you like the ramen I made you? That’s it isn’t it! Oh I’m so sorry, please forgive me-” Naruto tried not to grimace as Sasuke continued to apologise, he’d never heard Sasuke so needy or clingy before. It sounded wrong coming from his mouth, almost pathetic.



Naruto cut him off mid rant.



“No, no Sassy. You didn’t do anything wrong. I..er..I..” [I[Think brain, think! [/I] He screamed internally, not for the first time in his life he wished he had Sasuke’s genius. “…I just snore really loudly and thought you’d sleep better without me.”



“How considerate Naru-chan! Thank you, but you know I don’t sleep well without you beside me. I get nightmares. Last night I dreamt we weren’t together and that I was a boring business man that lived with you, and we argued! Can you believe that, silly isn’t it?”



Naruto snorted, quickly changing it into a cough. [I]Yes really silly, in no way accurate at all[/I]Naruto thought sarcastically. And then something hit him. A plan, a fucking brilliant plan. And people said he wasn’t clever! Sasuke wouldn’t go see a physiatrist, but Sassy would. A foxy grin spread across his face before being replaced with a sombre expression.



“Why Sassy that happened, one second you were fine the next you were acting like a complete stranger. It scared me, I thought I’d upset you. But I think you may have a mental disorder known as multiple personality disorder.” Naruto watched as Sasuke’s eyes grew wide with worry, at the bad news or because he’d ‘scared’ Naruto he couldn’t be sure. “Sassy, I think you need to see a physiatrist.”



Naruto let out a small sigh, for dramatic effect, before continuing. “I know you may not want to Sas, but I just want to old you back.” Naruto didn’t feel the need to tell him that the old Sasuke wasn’t him.



Sasuke nodded, a small smile on his face. “Of course Naru, of course. I’d do anything for you Naru.”



“I’m glad to hear that Sassy. Now I’m going to go shower, you go get dressed and I’ll take you work with me to find you someone that can help.”



Naruto’s eyes shot up to the ceiling, apparently interested in the flaking paint, as a naked Sasuke sprung out of his bed. Suddenly he felt a warm body pressed against his chest, slim fingers ran through his hair. He gulped as the fingers began to caress his face.



“Narrru-chan, we’ve got enough time. Come back to bed.” Sasuke purred into his ear, Naruto couldn’t help but feel a shiver of delight at the suggestion. Which confused him, was he shivering because it was Sasuke who was asking or simply because he hadn’t been laid in a [b]very[/b] long time. Deciding it was the latter he removed himself from Sasuke’s grip.



“We don’t have enough time and what if you change into the other Sasuke whilst we’re being…intimate…?” Naruto hazarded a glance at Sasuke, caught a glimpse of a muscular chest and decided the ceiling was a safe place to keep his eyes. The ceiling wouldn’t lead to a hard-on. Sasuke huffed in disappointment but left the room to change after placing another kiss on Naruto’s cheek. Naruto let out a relieved sigh after the door clicked closed. He was surprised at how much will power it had taken to resist taking ‘Sassy’ up on his offer. He frowned down at his growing erection, fuck he seriously needed to get laid sometime soon.



An hour later after they were both dressed, fed and Sasuke had attempted another sexual advance they both left their apartment in search of mental help for Sasuke.



Although Naruto wasn’t sure if it wouldn’t be him needing the help after the ordeal was over.



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I didn't like this one as much, so comments on if it's good or bad will be adored. Thanks for reading anyway.



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