Dumb Child Games
See what you did?
Big blue eyes gazed curious at the plate in front him. Gripping the spoon, Naruto poked carefully the 'thing' from the plate but only to make it move. He watched how the gelatin trembled and how it shone in the light and this it surely amazed him. After clapping his hands happily he started to poke the food again to watch how it moved on its free will again.
Across the table, Sasuke twitched in annoyance at the small kid which was playing with food. He sighed, nothing was getting better for him. First he has been taken as guilty for the whole transformation, then the kid has been given in his care, not to mention that the boy was really incapable of doing things straight and he always messed around with everything. Giving a glance at the broken dishes and glasses which were in the rubbish bin were a true example. Ok, that was an accident but the damn blonde didn't have to break a shelf along with those too! Taking care of Naruto was the last wish he would ask for in his whole life. Sasuke shuddered at this thought and continued to look at the boy.
So it was late in the night, after all, cleaning the kitchen of all those broken dishes took some time. They were having 'dinner' in the kitchen at a small table, Sasuke wasn't hungry but the blonde whined about wanting to eat something. So he just took the most edible thing he could find or make after 1 month of full absence away from the house. And that was... gelatin. Not too good on first try but what would you expect? Night, no open shops to buy groceries, you use what you have at hand.
"Don't play with your food." He growled from his place. It started to annoy him the boy didn't even touch the food, after all he was the one who asked for it. Naruto stopped for a moment and they entered again in a staring contest. These started to be very common, something usual as just from a single word they would start doing this thing. If someone wouldn't know better, he would say that Naruto inherited the Uchiha's habits and... glares. If the boy was going to cry then... well, with Sasuke.s rage, something not very pleased to hear would happen. Boy and man locked in a staring contest, blue on black, neither showing a hint of giving up. Nothing seemed too happen anytime soon but it was an exception.
It came...
It hit him...
The sticky and wet feeling of being hit in the face with gelatin. Sasuke felt how the sticky stuff started to slide down his straight serious face. Naruto started to laugh and to point at the raven happily, at least he was enjoying his time. Sasuke picked up a tissue and wiped the food from his face with a very unusual calmness. Of course, being an Uchiha that meant that under no circumstances he would pick up a fight with a small defenseless kid. And under no circumstances he would yell or lash at the boy. No... of course not. He was more mature than that.
"Why you little brat!" he started and got up on his feet very fast while throwing his fists on the table. "Scram!" he said in a cold tone which showed all the killing intent.
Naruto knew what was going to happen and not wasting any time he jumped from the chair and dashed through the door of the kitchen. Sasuke stared at the closed door and sighed satisfied that the blonde finally disappeared from his view. How annoying the kid could be.
Slowly, he picked the plates and put them in the sink. For a moment he gazed at the falling water and snapping out of thoughts he started to wash the plates using a sponge. Only after he finished doing the dishes, it struck him.
"Damn it, what if he gets in trouble?" he asked loudly and throwing the towel on the counter he ran through the door.
Running around the house was tiring and Sasuke started to realize that. It wasn't easy searching each room of the big mansion. 7 bedrooms, 1 kitchen, 4 bathrooms, 1 spacious living room and not to mention the spare rooms, used for closet or deposit, or the mansard and the basement. Two floors plus courtyard, all of this made one big hell of a house.
The search continued without a stop, the sound of slamming a door would show that the blonde hasn't been found and Sasuke didn't know where the small boy could possibly be. Already midnight and the raven didn't make a break. Why would he? If something would happen to Naruto, he would be charged for it and another annoying punishment would expect him.
What if he went outside? What if he left the compound? Sasuke froze as he reached in front of a black door. Throwing the thoughts away from his head, he continued to look at the dark wood. He knew whose room was this and for unknown reasons it made him angrier. He didn't go in that room for a while now and suddenly memories from a past invaded his mind again. The man he hated the most used to live there, on the other side of this black door. Just because of that reason, since he came back from Orochimaru, he didn't lay a step on this wing of the mansion.
Sighing and shrugging as if he wanted to throw a burden off of his shoulders he turned around and started to run again. Finding the blonde was top priority now and also, the door was locked with key so the boy couldn't be there.
One in the morning, another hour passed and still, no sign of the blonde. Sasuke even went in the garden and searched, not at the pound, not between the trees, not anywhere. Naruto disappeared completely! Shit!
Checking the gate for the nth time, Sasuke sighed in relief as he saw that it was locked so the boy couldn't get out in the village. He was still there, but... where? The raven entered his house again, tired of the continuous search. Why did he have to lash at the boy? Now it was his fault that the boy couldn't be found. Throwing himself on the couch, he sighed deeply. He felt somehow bad for this, maybe he didn't have to be that harsh with the little boy. Massaging his temples he leaned forward.
"Fine. I'm sorry for yelling at you. Can you come out now?" he said loudly enough to be heard. He thought he imagined it, but did he hear a small sound? Was it a whimper? But why was it so close? Sasuke frowned and looked around the area, maybe the blonde was in the living room after all. He got up from the couch and made a step. "Come out now." It was a demand but he said it a little softly so the blonde wouldn't get scared again and run away.
Another whimper. Sasuke realized that it was indeed close and so he looked near him again.
His eyes went wide open as he finally noticed the small bundle which was lying on the couch. The bundle moved at that moment and Sasuke leaning forward, he grabbed the blanket, already prepared to yell at the small boy for making him worry. What, worry? Uchiha's don't worry, they just think about what will happen to themselves if their mission doesn't go too well. That's right, no sign of worry coming from the almighty Uchiha.
As he took the blanket, Sasuke remained shocked at the sight in front of him. There, on the couch, on the pillow, under a blanket, the small boy was... sleeping. Breathing slowly, and with a thumb gently placed in the mouth, Naruto didn't give a sign of waking up from dreamland. He looked cute there, whimpering and frowning a little as the room got noisy out of sudden, due to Sasuke's pleadings. Not pleadings, requests! Sasuke shook his head and snorted at the boy who caused him so much trouble. The boy frowned again and started to tremble, as it was a little chilly in the room.
Sasuke's face softened and gently, he covered the boy with the blanket again, tucking him in. Naruto gave an unconscious smile in his sleep and went back to dreaming. Really, how the small boy could make him lose his temper in an instant but just a smile and Sasuke would forget everything. He forgot his anger, all his bad words for the boy. He wanted to scold him for making him run like crazy in search for him and there he was. Sleeping without a care in the world. What a huge impact, a small beautiful smile would have.
After watching him for a little while and making sure that the blonde was sleeping well, Sasuke straightened. Giving one last look, he switched off the lights but he kept looking at the silhouette lying in the couch.
"You're really trouble." He whispered and smirked a little.