Role Play

A/N: Love meh, for I have posted quickly!! (Crickets chirp) (Cough)… or not! To get me to do this chapter, I have been bribed with muffins, promised a cookie factory and hypnotized with the Sharingan! But worst method of all- the most effective coercion used- I was threatened… with fangirls!! I am happy that the story has held your interest for so long. As usual, at the end of the chapter, you tell me if I should do a chapter seven. As it is, read and enjoy! All comments are welcome.

My mood music: ‘Dare you to move’- Switchfoot (also the theme song for the second half of this chapter, listen to it! (puppy eyes))


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Sasuke was trying hard to control the twitching of his lips, but he was failing miserably. On the floor to his left, Sakura was rolling about, shrieking with laughter. Naruto was glaring up a storm and Sasuke attempted to summon a sad memory. When that failed, he tried to remember that he was a Uchiha; and as a rule, Uchihas do not laugh uncontrollably. A minute later he exploded in laughter and Naruto, out of fairness, glared at him just as hard as he was glaring at Sakura.
“Well I don’t see what’s so funny. If some pervert tried to scar you for life, mentally and physically, I wouldn’t laugh…”

Sakura tried to speak, still unable to suppress her giggles. “Since she didn’t keep you in bondage… does that- does that mean you got time off for good behaviour?”

Sasuke doubled over, almost choking as Naruto got up stiffly and attempted to leave. However, he’d have to step over Sakura to do it, and the woman simply grabbed his ankles and tripped him. Before Naruto could protest, she pounced and started to glomp him mercilessly.

“Whatever! You know it’s funneh! It’s funneh, it’s funneh!!” Sakura tickled him as she chanted, and after a failed attempt at more glaring, Naruto finally started laughing.

Sakura at last let him go, but Naruto chose to stay on the floor, leaning against a chair. Snickering sheepishly, he rubbed the back of his head as he admitted to the humour of the situation.

“Man, I was never more freaked in my life. That one came straight out of left field. I mean, sweet Hinata- a dominatrix? Damn, I know how to pick them. But if it’s one thing this whole mess has taught me- it’s that the dating world is crazier than ever. I need to get what you have with Lee, Sakura-chan. I’m twenty-six years old…I need to find a nice normal girl, settle down and stay the hell away from the single life!”

“Normal is overrated…” Sasuke muttered.

“And so are girls…” This statement from Sakura drew an incredulous look from Naruto, and an urge to kick her right in the backside from Sasuke. “What, we are! Are you saying that if everything you wanted in a partner was present in a guy, you wouldn’t consider it?”

Naruto seemed surprised at the sudden vehemence on Sakura’s part. What was it with his friends attacking him over all this gay-pride stuff? It's like they all agreed to meet over the rainbow or something. Before he could make a statement, Sakura ploughed on.

“I mean, that would be pretty narrow-minded, if you are going to cut off half the population without giving them a fair chance. The person of your dreams could be the guy right in front of you…”

Because Sasuke was directly in front of him, Naruto glanced over at him reflexively. Sasuke knew the moment Naruto’s gaze landed on him, from the frisson of nervous energy that ran up his spine. Thankfully, he had been staring at Sakura during her soapbox speech and was spared the awkward eye-lock with the blond.

“…you would reject him, just like that? That would be so sad and unfair! And when bigots like you end up alone you…”

“WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!!! Sakura-chan, will you chill out a minute? I never said that I wouldn’t consider being with a guy!”

That stopped Sakura mid-rant and instantly two pairs of eyes were glued to Naruto, stunned into silence.

“Y-you mean…you would?” Sakura was the only other person capable of speech; Sasuke had gone to la-la land.

“Yeah, I guess. I don’t have a problem either way. I guess I just always assumed that I’d end up with a girl, that’s all. But you know- now that I think about it, all the major romantic stuff always seems to happen with guys. There was my first kiss…” Naruto waggled his eyebrows suggestively at Sasuke, who snorted at the memory. Naruto then adopted his ‘fox’ look, leaned back and stared at the ceiling as he continued musing.

“…the first person who ever admitted to having a crush on me- was a guy. I really need to call Sai- that pervert, and see how he’s doing.” Sasuke rolled his eyes as Naruto took his trip down gay memory lane.

“I guess I had some hard-to-define ‘moments’ with Gaara. And then there was Neji… yeah definitely Neji.”

Until that moment, Sasuke had been wryly wondering to himself- how he could have ever doubted Naruto’s openness to a relationship with a guy; but then the mention of a name he had never heard before, hit him.

“Neji? Who’s Neji?”

Neji had been hiding out from his relatives and his Hyuuga heritage when Naruto knew him. He had hidden his identity as a part of the famous clan, by wearing coloured contact lenses the entire time he was in school. To this day, Naruto had no clue that Neji was a Hyuuga.

He and Naruto had met in college and hated each other instantly. Neji thought that Naruto was obnoxious, loud, brash and far too overconfident. Naruto believed that Neji was a condescending whiner, who had an icicle shoved up his butt about the size of the one that was lodged in Sasuke’s. Innumerable exchanged insults, two fistfights and a heated, heartfelt argument about fate later, they were kissing in the rain under a huge cherry tree in the park. Neji had been a senior when Naruto had started college, and as soon as their fledging romance had started; it had ended. Neji had graduated and lost touch with Naruto, being overwhelmed with the very responsibilities he had been trying to run away from.

“How come this is the first I’m hearing about this?” Sasuke was unsure which stung more: the idea that Naruto had been that close to another man, or the fact he never told him about it. “You never said anything about this Neji…” It was hard to keep the bitterness from his voice.

Naruto continued staring at the ceiling, eyes hidden behind a squint and long golden bangs. He responded at length, still not looking at Sasuke.

“Tsk, it happened while you were off finding yourself. I just figured you wouldn't be interested…”

Sakura fidgeted nervously as the tension in the room skyrocketed. She looked over at Sasuke to see that the man had paled slightly, before a faint guilty flush spread over his face.


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Puberty had hit Sasuke like a runaway Mack truck. His nicely ordered teenage world had become infused with a rush of hormones and primal urges. It would have been terrifying, had he not gotten an ‘A’ in biology and had known what was coming.
As with all things, Sasuke assessed and handled this new phase of his development with icy cool efficiency and logic. So when his first Naruto-centric fantasy reared its horny head, he had not been disconcerted by it. Sasuke had reasoned it out and came to a satisfactory conclusion.

Naruto was his best friend; they spent a lot of time together and knew each other completely. Due to Naruto’s ignorance and lack of respect for personal space plus their mutual love of martial arts- they also had a very physical relationship. Obviously somewhere deep in his subconscious mind, all that information had gotten a little confused and produced Naruto as a different kind of partner and equal. Hence, the fantasies- fantasies that Sasuke didn’t mind, since they gave him a level of satisfaction and pleasure he had never thought possible.

When Sasuke realized that almost every fantasy he had contained Naruto in some way, shape, form and position- he was forced to admit that his subconscious mind may have been going a little overboard. He had made deliberate efforts to think about other people, girls he found sexy or at least, didn’t drive him up a wall. He’d imagine having sex with some teen goddess, all long legs and red hair. No…not red- blond…yeah she was a blond, her green eyes bright as she moaned his name. Che, Sasuke wasn’t that fond of green eyes- blue ones were better…sky-blue eyes, large in beautiful face framed with golden hair, scarred cheeks that begged to be touched and a deep voice that sent shockwaves through his body. Sasuke would be at release by the time he realized that his fantasy girl, wasn’t a girl at all.

Okay, so he was attracted to Naruto, alright- very attracted. But that wasn’t a big deal, since it was only his body and that could be controlled. He kept the knowledge from Naruto, whose own hormonal phase had him chasing Sakura and any other willing female around like a dog that had just discovered its tail. The blond would only have freaked out and started distancing himself if he knew. Sasuke treasured their friendship and would do anything to preserve it. Besides, it was just hormones and physical attraction- it wasn’t as if it was love.

Revelation had struck Sasuke hard, leaving him breathless and gasping as if someone had punched him in the stomach.

It had been Naruto’s seventeenth birthday, one that went unheeded and uncelebrated as no one cared to know or remember. Iruka had been sent to a teachers’ conference in a neighbouring village and Tsunade was at a medical convention. Sasuke, being Sasuke, couldn’t make the big deal he would have wanted to make over Naruto’s birthday. He had instead, pretended to have completely forgotten, and when shyly reminded, expressed cool congratulations.

In the evening, they had sat on the roof of Sasuke’s mansion, staring into the night sky as stars started appear and twinkle. Sasuke’s parents were out socializing, as usual; and Sasuke had swiped some sake, figuring it was as good a way as any to celebrate another year.

Naruto, for his part was trying to reason away his depression. Why he was feeling so sad, he couldn’t figure out. He had lots of great things going for him. He had a collection of awesome parental figures: Iruka, Tsunade and Ero-sennin… Sure, they weren’t his parents and they had their own lives. Plus there was always that clear line of demarcation that reminded Naruto that he was not really theirs, nor were they his- but still, they didn’t have to give a shit about him, so he should be grateful.

He had a lot of friends, who acknowledged him and cared, in their own way. They probably didn’t expect much of him, and the lingering prejudice of him being a loser and a hyperactive moron may surface ever so often, but that was his own fault. They all believed he was strong, as evidenced by the harsh words and insults that came occasionally from his friends, and even more frequently from those who weren’t. They said them, only because they expected him to shrug it off, bounce back and give as good as he got, smiling that stupid toothy grin of his.

He was strong, he was great…those words and petty actions shouldn’t have stung so much, and it always annoyed him when they did. But best off all, he had a best friend, someone to sit and stare at the night sky with, as the alcohol in his system hastened his depression. Sure, Sasuke wasn’t the warmest of people… and a lot of times he made Naruto feel that he was merely being tolerated, that he would be dumped if something better came along. Sasuke’s insults could be sharper and deeper than anything anyone else could come up with; his actions could be impersonal, cold and cutting, but that was just Sasuke…it came with the territory.

Sasuke was sitting right there beside him, so why did he feel so alone? He had all these wonderful people in his life that could easily not have been there, so why did he feel like crying? Downing another small cup of sake, he turned and gave Sasuke a wobbly grin.

“Well, here’s to another year… in another three, drinking this stuff will finally be legal…”

Sasuke frowned a little at the tipsy boy prattling on beside him. Naruto’s grin looked forced and brittle and his eyes were glassy with unshed tears. Sasuke realized that it must be painful to have such an important day go without mention. But Naruto was used to people not acknowledging him, when you are an orphan; people tend to gloss over you. But Naruto was always strong; he could always cheer himself up. He didn’t need someone to make him feel good. Maybe the alcohol was a bad idea.

“…and maybe-maybe Sakura-chan will get me something awesome next year, like the cologne she got- she got you. Tsk, wouldn’t matter though. When all else fails, at least I got you, at least we got each other…”

Sasuke’s response was automatic and not thought out. Naruto was looking at him with soft unfocused eyes, desperate for a little reassurance, but the meaning had not reached Sasuke in time.

“Moron, who would want you?” Sasuke watched in dismay and confusion as Naruto’s eyes shimmered and a few tears leaked out.

Naruto wiped them roughly away before grinning broadly and turning back to stare at the sky.

“Teme, you are so cold!” Naruto had meant it to come out teasingly, but his voice hitched and he took refuge in another round of sake.

Sasuke felt like dirt, realizing just how sad Naruto was at the moment…probably how sad he was most of the time. He wanted to reach out and hug him close, tell him comforting and uplifting things. He wanted to apologize was being a bastard and kiss the tears he knew Naruto was hiding, away forever. He wanted to tell him that he loved him and that…

Sasuke’s mind went dangerously still. The truth of the thought nearly doing him in, right then and there. Naruto was saying something else, but Sasuke couldn’t hear him, a large buzzing noise filling his head. He couldn’t, he wasn’t…but he could and he was…Uchiha Sasuke was in love.

Sasuke didn’t handle the realization very well. Outwardly, nothing changed and no one could have picked up the battle raging inside him over the following weeks. Watching his parents’ farce of a marriage, he had vowed long ago that he would never get trapped by that insidious emotion. His mother loved his father, and it made her a sort of slave, tied to someone who didn’t deserve her. He saw the stupidity and futility of love everyday, and was completely inoculated against it, well so he believed. Even his parents had warned him against it, encouraging him to strive for perfection and compatibility in a partner, over attraction and romance.

When it was time for college applications, Sasuke had applied to the same colleges as Naruto, just as a show. When his acceptance to some prestigious university in England came through: he had packed his bags, instructed his parents not to inform any of his friends as to his whereabouts, and taken off without a word of goodbye to anyone, including Naruto. His father applauded the decision, believing the friends Sasuke had been keeping were beneath him and retarding his progress.

The only link that Sasuke allowed himself to keep to his past was via emails, refusing to go home, even for holidays. He would read the messages, but never respond. Naruto eventually filled his mailbox. Emails that ranged from fury, to pleading encapsulating the understandable confusion at his friend’s actions. Every single one caused pain to rip through Sasuke’s chest, until he decided to cut that final tie and added Naruto to his junk-mail list.

It had been two years since he’d seen Naruto anywhere but in his dreams and fantasies. So when Sasuke had spotted the bright blond hair and orange jacket, standing out like sore thumbs on the plush green lawns of his school, his knees had almost failed him. There stood Naruto, in all his glory, attacking some random person for information.

As if on instinct, Naruto had paused and turned. Obsidian locked with sapphire and Sasuke’s world tilted dangerously. Naruto was moving towards him, no hesitation, no anger; forgiveness already assured the very day Sasuke had left. It took Sasuke a moment to realize that Naruto had a human shadow- that Lee, of all people, was with him. Sasuke didn’t try to make sense of that…he was fighting the urge to turn tail and run. His heart was pounding so loudly, he thought it would burst; his world becoming nothing but a heady swirl of blues and oranges. Kami-sama, nothing had changed… Two fucking years of self-isolation and he was ready to fall at the idiot’s feet and worship.

In another heartbeat, Naruto would be on him, hugging and swearing at him- dragging him into that heavenly hell he swore he’d never get trapped in. So before Naruto could jump him, Sasuke took a smooth step to the side, almost causing Naruto to pitch forward and fall flat on his face due to his momentum. Luckily, Lee was right behind, and a skilled hand shot out and dragged Naruto back by the collar, keeping him upright.

Naruto blinked at the empty space in front of him, and quickly realized that Sasuke had moved to the right of him. Undeterred, he turned to envelope Sasuke again, all joy and teeth.

“Sasuke-teme, you…”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Naruto paused and blinked at the thinly veiled hostility in Sasuke’s voice. The tone belied the icy assessing gaze of the obsidian eyes.

“What do you mean, I'm here to see you, bastard. I finally got your mom to tell me. She said you were out finding yourself, seeking your own truth or some shit like that. I wanted to…”

“Whatever, I’m not particularly interested. Just go home.” Lee fidgeted as Naruto gaped at the pale boy in front of them. He had known this reunion Naruto had been bent on, would not go smoothly. He was, however, appalled at Sasuke’s behaviour. He had thought maybe, he had had time to…

“I’m not going home yet! I flew all the way from Japan just to see you, you prick!” Naruto’s arms flailed wildly and the people around them started to take interest in the exchange of rapid-fire Japanese and animated movements of the orange-clad young man.

“That’s too damn bad for you isn’t it? I don’t want you here. Did it occur to you that there was a reason I didn’t say where I was going?”

Naruto stopped flailing and stared at him. “I knew something was wrong, Sasuke. That’s why I wanted to see you so badly. Whatever it is, I can help you work it out. You’re my best friend and…”

“Look, I don’t need or want you and damned friendship. Just take a hint and leave already!”

Anger flared quickly in Naruto and his hands shot out to roughly grab Sasuke’s lapels. “Teme…what did you say?!”

Anger, fuelled by fear of what he may confess and exasperation, burned just as hot in Sasuke.

“Damn you, for the last time, I don’t want to see you! Why can’t you just take a hint? Why do you have to force yourself into places you aren’t wanted? And you wonder why everyone has to go to such extremes just to escape you!”

It had been the wrong thing to say, the worst thing- but also the most effective. Sasuke would have given his right eye to take it back, but it was too late, and the damage was complete. Sasuke forced himself to stay quiet as Naruto’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. The blond released him as if he was on fire and backed away, looking unseeingly about him.

Sasuke smoothed out the front of his jacket, an unhurried, nonchalant movement that spoke nothing of his burning mind and breaking heart. He was losing his best friend, all because he was too stupid and too weak to stop himself from falling in love with him.

Lee spoke for the first time, extremely agitated by what he had just seen unfold. “Naruto-kun…”

He was stopped when the blond turned to him, an over-bright smile contrasting terribly with pained eyes.

“Lee, we should go sight-seeing! Iruka-sensei gave me a list of places we can go. Plus we need to shop for Sakura-chan and baa-chan and everybody else! We should get going now!”

Lee was silent for a minute, before nodding. “Of course Naruto-kun. But first, I have my own greetings to extend to Sasuke-kun. I’ll be with you shortly.”

Naruto hesitated, not knowing if he should leave Lee and Sasuke alone, but knowing he couldn’t stand there a moment more. He nodded and then looked back at Sasuke. He wavered even more, his mouth opening and closing even as his throat tightened.

“I guess…I guess I’ll see you around then…or not.” Naruto abruptly turned and started walking away. He made it to about one hundred feet away before he broke into a run.

Sasuke instinctively moved to chase him before a hand, pressed firmly into his chest, stopped him.

“No, as unsteady and confused as you are, you may only end up hurting him more.” Sasuke frowned as he brushed Lee’s hand away, but made no other move to pass him. He stayed silent as Lee continued speaking.

“Sasuke-kun, things are not as complicated as you make them out to be. All this difficulty, all this drama…it is of your own creation.”

“I don’t know who the hell you think you’re talking…”

“It is rude to interrupt Sasuke-kun. I am trying to tell you love is not a weakness or an imperfection to be fixed or gotten rid off. To be able to feel and give love is one of the greatest experiences a person can have. It is a blessing that should be felt and explored with all the power and energy one possesses. It should never be regretted...even if it is not returned.” An image of Sakura floated before Lee as he spoke, but he forcefully turned his attention back to Sasuke.

“…I hope you have this epiphany you are searching for, Sasuke. And I hope when you find the truth you seek, that even then, it is not too late. Time and love are things that wait for no man.” And with that, Lee turned and went off to find and comfort his friend.

Later, Sasuke had gone back to his room and demolished it, before breaking down and crying for the first time since he was a small child. But still, it was another three months before his epiphany hit him and another month after that before he booked a flight back home.

He was a nervous wreck on the flight back, wondering if his relationship with Naruto was gone forever, wondering how he was going to get the boy to even speak to him. After clearing customs, he headed out into the waiting area, looking for the limo driver that his father would have sent.

There was no limo driver. Instead an entity constructed of apparently nothing but long limbs and blond hair, lay sprawled across the chairs provided for those awaiting arrivals. Its head was thrown back, eyes closed, snoring softly- sleeping the sleep of the innocent. Sasuke froze, rooted to the spot- all thought, energy and hope for movement abandoning him.

Some girls, giggling at the cute, sleeping blond, woke him. Naruto looked about suspiciously, rubbing his face before his eyes fell on the immobile, gaping Sasuke. He paused briefly before standing up and striding over to him. Coming to a stop before the stupefied dark-haired man, Naruto squinted and locked his hands behind his head, apparently assessing Sasuke. Sasuke didn’t dare say anything; he couldn’t even if he wanted to in any event.

“So… what have you learnt?” The strangely sincere question stirred Sasuke into speech.

“I learnt…that there’s simply no escaping it.” And even if there was a way, Sasuke really don’t want to escape… not anymore.

Naruto huffed before reaching out and talking one of Sasuke’s bags. He didn't ask what 'it' was, and for a moment Sasuke fancied the blond knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Che, idiot…I could have told you that.”

He turned and headed off towards the exit, leaving Sasuke to try and coax his body into moving. Sasuke looked up to see Sakura, standing a little way off silently crying like an idiot. Lee stood beside her, balancing coffee cups, smiling at apparently nothing. Naruto yelled out to them.

“Oi Geji-mayo, Sakura-chan! The bastard’s flight finally came in. Come on, we’re going home!”


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It had been weeks now since Sasuke had been moping about, being a general pain in Naruto’s ass. Every so often, Sasuke would sink into this angst-filled, tall-pale-and-brooding bit that ticked off Naruto and had the fangirls swooning. Sasuke had been in this mood, ever since he learnt about Neji, not that Naruto connected it to that. When he got into this phase, it was always up to the blond to get him out of it. Whether by joking coercion or beating him out of it.
What it was about rolling about on the ground with him that cheered Sasuke up, Naruto could never understand. But it was the easiest and most effective method, and Naruto didn’t hesitate to use it.

This particular phase was the worst one Naruto had ever seen, and it annoyed him to no end. Sasuke was making it an art of ignoring him, and then pretending that he wasn’t ignoring him. All responses from Sasuke were nothing but monosyllabic grunts and snorts, and the bastard wouldn’t even condescend to look at him. It was particularly aggravating to Naruto, because he could see no reason for these dramatic mood swings.

Sasuke’s life, in his estimation, was damn near perfect.

“Oi, teme… Oi, Sasuke!” Naruto was sitting on Sasuke’s couch, watching the man ignore him. At the moment, he wasn’t even answering, seemingly content to pretend the blond wasn’t even there.

Reaching the end of his rope, Naruto picked up the closest thing to him and threw it with deadly accuracy at the gloomy bastard. It was Sasuke’s keen reflexes that saved him from getting beaned with the heavy universal remote. This only served to piss Naruto off more. Not because he didn’t behead Sasuke, but because it was obvious that the other man was very in tune to him, and was purposely ignoring him.

“What the hell’s the matter with you?!” Sasuke yelled at him, tossing back the remote.

“What the hell’s the matter with me? What the hell’s the matter with you? You’ve been walking around with a rain cloud over you for the past few weeks and its interfering with the TV reception!” Sasuke had been on his feet, stomping off towards the kitchen. Naruto’s enraged voice had him pivoting back to face him.

“Some people have problems. Some people have things going on upstairs that don’t involve ramen, leather-clad bimbos and tonguing college seniors!”

“You are making no sense, but it’s obvious that whatever you’re on, it’s highly illegal.”

“Shut up you stereotypical blond moron!”

“What did you call me, you emo-asshole?!”

“I called you a moron, dobe! Want me to define it?”

“TEME!!”

“USURATONKACHI!!”

As repetitive as this argument appeared, something about it was unique. It had to be, because at Sasuke’s last overused insult, Naruto found that instead of ranting as he usually did, he was moving.

Sasuke had no time to react before a blond blur slammed into him, in a perfect football tackle. All breath left him as he hit the ground with a painful grunt. Recovering his wits, he aimed a hard punch into Naruto’s ribs. He was rewarded with a pained hiss for his efforts. Moving quickly, Naruto straddled him and jerked him up roughly by his collar. The fist that was about to smash into Sasuke’s face paused stopped short at his nose as Naruto struggled to regain his composure.

“What the hell’s the matter with you, huh? What did I do? What do you want from me?!” Naruto was panting hard, the fist still wavering in front of Sasuke’s nose.

“What do YOU want from ME?” Sasuke asked while slumping, tired and defeated.

“I want you to tell me the truth…”

“You want the truth? You want the truth; you can’t handle the… argh!!” He yelled in frustration as he realized he was about to start quoting clichéd movie lines. This was what he was reduced to. The situation didn’t amuse Naruto either.

“Sasuke…”

“You want to know what’s wrong with me? Fine! First of all, your fist is in my face…” Sasuke punctuated his argument by knocking Naruto’s fist away. It had been there the entire time, as if Naruto was still contemplating breaking his friend’s nose.

“…secondly, I have gravity-defying hair that won’t go into any other style but this one, and you always make fun of it!’

Well…it was a stupid duck-butt hairdo.

“…I have a brother who wears nail polish, an asshole for a father and crazy women who keep stalking me! My best friend…” Sasuke was warming up in his tirade now. Years filled with rollercoaster rides filled with love, hope, lust, frustration and heartbreak- with this perfect, gorgeous blond idiot marching blissfully unaware beside him the entire time- worked through him like fresh yeast in dough. “…my best friend is the patron saint of completely oblivious, unwittingly sadistic, blond morons.”

Sasuke sighed, feeling so tired and drained, it seemed inhuman. He was even too tired to hesitate as he finished his spiel.

“And that means that I, Uchiha Sasuke, am in love with a saint.”

Naruto face expressed varying emotions from amusement to exasperation as Sasuke spoke. But his friend’s last statement had him doing a double take. He was confused…it sounded as if Sasuke was saying something unbelievable. Maybe he had missed part of the tirade.

“What? Who…what did you…what are you saying?” Sasuke rolled his eyes, and sighed at his unfortunate lot in life.

“I’m saying I’m in love with you, you moron.” Sasuke stared up into the bluest, brightest eyes he’d ever known and softened. But just so there was no mistake…

“Uzumaki Naruto, I love you.”


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A/N: Love meh, for I have made him confess!! O/
That was the manliest confession I could pull off. First a fistfight, then the confession. This is THE longest chapter I have EVER written, weighing in at an unbelievable 5000+ words!! I didn’t know I had it in me. Considering this was supposed to be a one-shot, freaking outrageous man! I wanted to give you an understanding into the dynamics involved in Naruto and Sasuke’s relationship. Hence, this wasn’t a very humorous chapter, though a little humour may have leaked in here and there. If I continue, angst may rear its dark head again, so expect that if you want more! But now you can appreciate why Sasuke wasn’t bent on confessing his feelings to Naruto. First, because he didn’t want to be in love; and then because he didn’t think he deserved to and probably feared a crushing rejection.
Now you have two options I guess: You can say ‘Yay, Sasu-chan confessed and everything is all smexy from there’ or you can order me to do chapter 7. Speaking of smexy, I haven’t given you a lemon yet, have I? My bad, my bad… But like I said, I write each chapter to be an ending in itself and I think I have managed to do, that especially for this chapter.

I really hoped you liked this post though; and I hope you aren’t too upset that it wasn’t funny. -.-; Any thoughts, comments and critiques are welcome. Thanks so much for reading!