My Little Matchmaker

Sasuke crouched in the canopy of the trees, the white anbu mask covering his face. The smooth pale surface broken by the cat whisker marks etched into the wood and the fresh specks of red that dotted across one cheek. The misson had been pretty simple. Scout the surrounding area of the village. Typical mundain work that most Anbu were tediously submitted to. Funny how simple jobs seemed to turn messy. It had been one of those days when someone had been stupid and tried to start a fight while he was on the outskirts by himself. With Orochimaru out of the picture, the sound had long ago been subdued...But the odd one or two still loyal to the memory of the snake Senin liked to try and slipp through Kanoha's walls and plot. Today had been one of those days when some idiot had attempted such a thing.

The Uchiha had gained a stab to his shoulder for his trouble simply for being uncharacteristically sloppy. His mind had continued to slipp into pleasant (yet somewhat unwelcome) daydreams of a spikey-haired blond in his damn sexy black boxers. The way the silky things seem to mold against his sun-kissed skin. Just begging to be...

"Gah!!" He Shook his head, mind wandering again.

Godammit, this was all Shina's fault! Forcing him to stay at Naruto's place and witness the glory that was his fine looking ass in tight black silk boxers. He quickly jumped down from the tree resisting the urge to kill something because of stress that wished to be relieved...relieved in a very particular, sexually graphic way.

He felt his face flush beneath his mask for thinking such things. He was an Uchiha, dammit. He was meant to be controlled and calm. Not blushing like a giddly school girl because he saw some guy in boxers.

Sasuke darted from roof too roof, in a bluur of black and white, practically undetectable through the calm filter of moonlight. He came to Naruto's appartment window and pushed it open. He crawled in removing his mask still deep in thought as he grumbled to himself. Mind not really on the world around him when he bumped into something....something warm and soft and that smelled like forest rain. He blinked and looked up to find a set of cerulean eyes laughing back at him.

"SHIT!" He yelped and jumped back, stumbling a bit in surprise.

Naruto, the reason for the warping sanity, stoof there in a pair of black pants that molded sensually to his thighs and a tight black shirt that did nothing but make Sasuke's eyes wander over the faint outline of muscles chest beneath. His hair was slightly damp, sunshine yellow spikes drooping softly beneath the small weight of water. Telling the Uchiha the man had most likely just finished a shower and gotten dressed.

Oh...My....God...Was Naruto trying to drive him nuts? Wearing something openly sexy like that? His eyes flicked back up to his face, managing to surpress a faint blush that threatened to creep across his creamy pale skin....He silently congratulated himself to pulling it off. Those warm lips quirked into a laughing smile on Naruto's face, summer-blue eyes chuckle at him.

"You know...talking to yourself is one of the first signs of insanity?"

Sasuke blinked, like he didn't quite get what he was saying, and the current language he was speaking wasn't his own. Part of him was smashing him upside the head with a large heavy stick and yelling at him for looking like a complete idiot! The other part was prancing about happily sining. 'Naruto Boxers...tra la la...Naruto in his Boxers'......He really wished he could get that image out of his head! Finally it all clicked into place, and he rose an impassionate black brow at the blond.

"What ever Dobe."

Holding his mask in one hand he manged to push past him and slipped from the room to get changed out of his uniform. The evil little mantra of 'whoooo Naruto in his sexy boxers!!' still singing in his head. God he wanted to stap that little part of himself to dead with a hot kunai something terrible!


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Naruto watched as Sasuke wandered off down the hallway to his room. As soon as the dark-haired man was out of sight he let a devious grin bloom wickedly on his lips. Well well well. Shina had been right. It seemed Sasuke did have a thing for him? If the look on the Uchiha's face when he's run into him hadn't been enough, the almost hungry one when he's seen what he'd been wearing had.

His plan was simple, whenever home do his utmost best to look utterly edible in front of the man for the next tow days and see how long he could last? If by the three day time limit he hadn't made some visable progress...plan B was to be taken into action. Plan B was still kind of in the scratchy stage. But so far...it consisted of...Lock Sasuke in room...Tackle him...and that was pretty much it. So far he liked Plan B.

Naruto pushed away from the door frame he had been leaning into with a chuckle and headed down the hallway, hearing running water as he passed. Idly noting Sasuke must have gone and taken a shower? He also idly noted the faint metalic scent of blood he could catch in the air...come to think of it...H had smelt it earlier too. A small frowm marred his brow softly. He'd long had the Kuyuubi under control. But Years of living with the fox and using his Chakra had caused them to slowly merge. Thankfully Naruto's personality had been the stronger of the two, and he had control.

The merging simply meant he had a few small perks. he could control the red chakra a lot easier now and his senses where far sharper than most ninja's. So if me smelt blood, he had smelt blood.

Naruto slipped into His room, now currently Sasuke's. He found the Anbu uniform and mask. The white surface had small and tiny flecks of crimson along the painted whiskers. The uniform gave of a scent of drying blood. Reaching down he lifted it up and looked it over. A hole in the right shoulder confirmed what he had thought. Sasuke was wounded. Judging by the hole, not badly though. Still.

He set the Uniform back down and slipped out, closing the door again


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"Kakashi-sensei!!"

Birds flew into the air

"Kakashi-sensei!!!"

Animals scattered.

"GODAMMIT KAKASHI-SENSEI GET YOU'RE NOSE OUTTA THAT PERVERT BOOK!"

And a rock flew and hit the Jounin in the back of the head. The silver-haired man stumbled forward and rubbed the back of his head gingerly. The thought of why he hadn't sensed it coming flicked through his mind. Until he realized who had thrown it. His one visable eye curved into a happy arc as he sweat dropped.

"Mou mou...Shina-chan, how are you?"

The girl stood in front of him holding another pebble in her hand, the item lightly charged with Chakra. Explained why the first had come at him so fast. Those midnight black eyes eyed him darkly.

"Don't 'shina-chan' me! You are meant to be at the bridge meeting you're team now!" He waved a clenched fist at him looking aggrivated. "MY TEAM!!" Then biffed the pebble at him. He saw this one coming and easily dodged it still looking a bit sheepish as he had put away his book and was now scratching one masked cheek softly.

"Well you see...I was on my way, but I ran into this cripple little kitten...Poor little thing...and..."

"LIES!!!!!!" She cried pointing a accusing finger at him with an exasperated expression. He sweat dropped again. It never had worked in the past. but old habits died hard, right. "Come on!" She nabbed his hand and started to drag him to the meeting point with a huff. "can't believe I got you as a sensei...even Gai-sensei with the black catepilla's on his face is better than this."

"Shina-chan I'm hurt." he hid a grin under his mask letting himself get dragged along by the teen, just the humor her. "I thought you hated Spandex?"

Apparently that was a bad thing to say because she was soon hitting him, or at least trying too, in the head. He dodged from side to side grinning still, his eyes curved up as Shina attempted to lay a blow to his head.

"MAYBE!! BUT AT LEAST HE'S ON TIME!!!!!!!"

TBC

well I tried to make this chapter with more spaced for you're reading conveniance :D And how about that Shina's on Kakashi's team...whooooo...fun ha? *evil cackle of dooooom*