Parasomnia

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor do I make any money from this

Warnings: Language, blood, eventually yaoi. Most of my information comes from Wikipedia and other websites, so if some of this information is wrong, please tell me so I can fix it. Also, this story is not meant to offend, insult, or make fun of anyone.

Beta-ed by Akiru,

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Turns out that Naruto didn’t come back the next day.

Or the day after that, or the next few days.

It wasn’t as if it bothered Itachi though, the feelings were supposed to be platonic and nothing more. So it meant that he wasn’t loosing any sleep over the matter or stalking the library for the blond either. Nor was he counting the days since he last saw Naruto.

Yeah, that last part was a nice lie he kept telling himself.

It had been a week since he had last seen Naruto and he was constantly being monitored for any changes in sleeping behavior. Itachi found the action annoying and tried to block out the notion of the whole mater, but talking to Kakashi almost everyday had gotten under his skin. It seemed that Kakashi knew something was wrong and would always ask him what was missing in his life to make him act anxious. By the end of the week, both he and the doctor were at their wit’s end.

Itachi hadn’t relapsed once, nor had he progressed in giving Kakashi any information. The silver haired doctor was easily growing frustrated as each day passed. He had suggested many ideas of what had caused the relapse, but none seemed to work. At first, they thought it might have to do with the stress from work, but after focusing on an exceptionally hard case, the idea was tossed aside. Kakashi was hesitant to suggest anything else in fear of upsetting the raven, due to the lack of information that was coming across.

Things hadn’t helped either, when during the middle of the week; Itachi found that he couldn’t sleep as well as he normally did. Kakashi had noticed the patterns of unease during the night and suggested that he relax from work in hopes that it would allow Itachi to catch up on sleep again. The Uchiha had reluctantly agreed and he found himself reading the book that Naruto had given him during Visiting Day. However, reading the book had reminded him of the blond and if anything, it made sleeping harder.

Despite all this, Itachi was still adamant to admit that he was bringing this upon himself. In an attempt to prove to himself that his feelings were nothing outside of friendly, he didn’t seek the blond out. He knew that Naruto somehow always found him, so there was no reason to go looking for Naruto. Instead, he curled up in his room and read the book, all the while convincing himself that everything was all right.

For a brief moment, he had entertained the thought that Naruto might have left the center for some reason. Fear raced through his body at the idea and he forced himself to calm down; the blond would have come in and said goodbye before leaving. But if he hadn’t left, then where hell was he hiding?

Itachi had seen him once or twice in the earlier parts of the week, but after that, it was as if he had vanished from the face of the Earth.

So now, he sat in a chair in front of Kakashi’s desk, waiting for the late doctor to show. For some reason or another, Kakashi had been showing up extremely late to these meetings and it was one of the reasons why Itachi’s patience had been running thin. He wasn’t always a patient man and he hated to be kept waiting when it came to meetings. Chalk it up to the business background. Outside the office, he could hear laughter coming from a small group of people, but he didn’t recognize any of them.

The door opened and Kakashi finally swept in and Itachi’s eyes narrowed at the man. “You’re late, again.”

“Sorry, I’ve been hanging around a little blond all week and I keep forgetting the time. Not to mention another doctor keeps distracting me.”

Itachi’s nose wrinkled in distaste at the pathetic attempt at an excuse, but he still questioned it, “Little blond, you mean Naruto?”

“Yup.”

“I haven’t seen him all week.”

Kakashi looked at him, “Really? He’s been here the whole time.” A small chuckle escaped his mouth, “He normally hunts you down; is it the other way around this time?”

The raven didn’t answer but instead pondered the doctors’ words. If Naruto had been here for the entire week, why hadn’t he seen him? Kakashi was right, Naruto usually hunted him down; it was never the other way around. Which was why he didn’t go in search for the blond.

“Did you two get into a fight?” Kakashi asked, keeping the last part of the sentence on the tip of his tongue, ‘like a lover’s spat’. He looked Itachi over warily, noting the carefully guarded face that had seemed to reappear over the past week and he wondered the reason behind it's sudden appearance. “Or maybe he is just giving you some alone time. He is very good at telling when people need space; something he acquired from his father. If you gave him the impression that you wanted him to leave, he’ll give you the space.”

‘You really should just push me away.’

Itachi frowned, was that really the reason behind the blonds’ disappearing act? He pulled himself from his thoughts since Kakashi had started to talk again and he realized that he had missed the first part.

“…we’re going to lessen your probation in hopes that you’ll sleep better at night, but you will still be monitored occasionally. I suggested that we stop having these once a day sessions since they seem to annoy you and it could be a reason for your lack of sleep. So I’ll call him and we’ll see you in about two days, hopefully this will give us a reaction we want.”

The raven nodded absentmindedly; he didn’t bother to ask what Kakashi had said earlier. The only thing he knew was that he had made a mistake and he needed to fix it. If Naruto took his comment to heart, then he was staying away from him, as he asked him to.

It was ironic, Itachi had been trying to keep the blond from advancing any further and now that he was gone, he wanted him back in his life. He left the office and wondered back to his room in a daze. Was it what he really wanted though? He had asked Naruto to stay away so he didn’t hurt him anymore and now the Uzumaki was staying away. It hurt him to know that he had pushed Naruto away and it was his persistence that kept the blond away.

He walked into his room and looked around the small enclosure. Behind his bed was the book he had tucked away for Naruto a week ago. He had figured that the blond would stop by and he could give it to him then, but seeing as Naruto hadn’t shown, he was going to have to find him in order to give it to him. But he was going to find the younger male for other reasons besides giving him the book. Just yesterday, Itachi had finished his own book and he wanted to find out Naruto’s opinion on the plot.

Itachi shut the door behind him and made his way down towards the library with that thought in his mind.

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The steady tapping of keys was the only thing that sounded in the library. Gaara glanced up from reading his paper after marking through a sentence and threw the pen at the blond's head. He smirked at the curse that was directed his way before grabbing another red pen from the stack next to him. It did him good to know that he was making a difference in someone’s life.

Naruto stuck his tongue out at him before turning his attention back to the computer. In front of him was a nearly completed document and only one last scene needed to be written before two years of hard work were done. It had taken a while to get started at the beginning of the week, but his roommate could be scarily persuasive and in the end, he succumbed to the threats. He cautiously eyed the stack next to Gaara and groaned when he saw the amount that needed to be touched up before the afternoon was over.

However, the mere thought that he would be done by the day’s end made him happy and he skimmed over the last sentence. He hadn’t seen Itachi for the past week due to his procrastination and he felt bad, but at the same time, he wondered if the raven even cared. Naruto knew that the older male didn’t want him near him and he hoped that Itachi wasn’t ecstatic at his absence. He frowned at the thought and pushed it aside so he could focus on the screen in front of him.

There was nothing he could do if the raven felt that way, if Itachi continued to insist that he wanted space; then he would give it to him. Even if he wanted to keep pushing Itachi, Naruto could only push so far before he went past the line. He knew that the older male was worried but he wanted him to see that he was willing to take the risk and stand next to him.

Maybe he should try some reverse psychology; his father did that once or twice to him when he was younger and it worked wonders.

Naruto hummed in thought as he typed the next paragraph. If he wanted to do that, he would just keep ignoring Itachi, making the man seek him out. He almost laughed aloud at the idea; that would never work. There was no way the proud Uchiha would submit himself to tracking him down; he probably didn’t care and was enjoying the silence. Well, no one could tell him he didn’t try.

His finger turned the volume up on his music and he skimmed the page one last time before hitting the print button. After making sure the paper was sent to the printer, he sighed softly and went to work on the next one. The blond tapped his foot to the beat while his fingers flew across the keyboard, allowing the words to flow on the screen and his eyes skimmed over every letter that was entered. In his mind, it was like a carefully orchestrated dance, one that only he knew the layout to.

A shadow fell across his screen and he frowned, “Can you move, you’re in my light.”

The person reached forward to remove a headphone, “What if I’m here to see you?”

Blue eyes flickered up and they widened in surprise. “Itachi, what are you doing here?”

“Thanks.” The raven answered, “Am I not supposed to be here?”

Naruto shook his head, “No, that’s not it. I...I just thought.” He scowled and scratched his head, “Sorry, it was a standard question. I haven’t seen you in a while; I take it life has been treating you well?”

A chuckle escaped Itachi’s throat, “I could say the same for you. I haven’t seen you all week, where have you been?”

“Holed up in my room working; you know, the typical stuff.” He cocked his head and stood up from his chair so he could get closer to Itachi, “Have you been sleeping well?”

Itachi shook his head, “Not exactly; I’ve been having trouble falling asleep. Kakashi suggested that I take a break from working, so I finished the book you got me.” His lips curled slightly when Naruto grinned at the statement. He leaned against the countertop once the blond sat back down again and he was surprised at how easily he could fall into a conversation with him.

The blond removed his other headphone and saved his work, “I hope you enjoyed it; it seemed like something you would like.”

“It was interesting, I enjoyed it.” Itachi said and brought his arm up. He set the book on the surface and pushed it towards Naruto, “This is for you; I picked it up last week.”

Azure eyes lit up at the sight of the book and he reached forward to pick it up, only to stop when a pen bounced off his head. “Ow!”

“You don’t have time to be reading or talking right now Naruto.”

Naruto pointed at the book, “But, but, but…” He pouted, “Please!”

Gaara grunted and fingered another pen, “No. You can read it when you are done. If you don’t finish it by tonight, I’ll make sure you can’t read your book for a week.”

“Slave driver.” He muttered.

An evil smile slipped across the redhead’s face and the undertone of ‘get back to work’ was clear. Naruto scowled at him and looked back at the computer before realizing that Itachi was giving him a strange look. He glanced back up at the older male and laughed, “It’s a long story. But let’s just say that procrastination is a bad thing, especially when you have a crazy roommate who likes to make sure you meet your deadline.”

Gaara threw another pen and Itachi reached out reflexively to catch it. Naruto peeked an eye open and noticed the pen in the raven’s clenched hand.

“Ha, I have a pen catcher and you don’t!” He exclaimed and pointed a finger at the redhead.

“Well, if you didn’t put off your work for a month, we wouldn’t be in this mess.” Gaara stated.

Naruto reached around his chair and grabbed the top book from his stack of research books. A grin stretched across his face as he chunked it at the redhead, “I had writers block and I was working on research!”

Gaara ducked his head to the right, allowing the book to fly by harmlessly. He glanced up at the blond whose eyes darted to Itachi and then back to him. “I don’t think Itachi is a book catcher. But for your sake, I guess I can give you a break.”

“You’re awesome Gaara.” Naruto exclaimed as he shut his laptop. He darted around to other side of the desk before plopping down in a chair while Itachi took the sofa on the other side of the table.

The redhead didn’t say anything as he went back to work on the papers in front of him. It was nice to see Naruto so excited again and he knew the source behind it. People often had emotional affects on others without realizing it. Naruto hadn’t realized it yet, but he was more cheerful and carefree when he was around the older Uchiha.

But Gaara wouldn’t tell him that; something’s were best left unsaid and he was certain that his blond roommate knew about the underlying feelings.

Naruto’s eyes skimmed the back of the book, pausing only to glance up at Gaara; he had a feeling that the redhead was planning something. He brushed it aside and looked at the book again as the feeling of excitement raced through his body. It wasn’t just the fact that he had received a new book, but the fact that Itachi had picked it up for him made him smile.

“You don’t have that one do you?”

He glanced up to see Itachi looking at him cautiously and he shook his head, “No, this is one that I haven’t read yet. Thank you.”

A small smile slipped across the Uchiha’s face and he ruffled Naruto’s hair, “Your welcome. Now, do you want to tell me why I haven’t seen you for a week?”

“Ah, that. Well, I’ve been working on something for two years and after being stuck at a writers block for a month, I can finally finish. Gaara has been making sure that I don’t distract myself.”

Itachi nodded. That would explain why he only saw little snippets of blond running up and down the hallway. He let out a sigh of relief when he realized that Naruto hadn’t planned on staying away like he had asked. Although he had told himself that he wasn’t going to lower himself to looking for Naruto, he had broken and went anyway.

Perhaps he should take Kisame’s advice for once. He knew that his partner knew him best and could see through any carefully constructed lie, but it didn’t mean that he could always help him. It may have taken him a while to accept what was going on but looking over Naruto once again, he knew he could live with himself if accepted his own feelings.

He had his loving father to thank for all the years that he never looked at another person; not that any would have satisfied him. Yet, he wasn’t going to overlook it anymore. There was no denying the truth that he was much calmer around Naruto and he was someone that he didn’t mind spending time with. Still, it was too soon to call anything love, but his intentions were more than just lust based.

Although, given time, that would come as well.

“Why are you smirking?”

Naruto’s voice brought his mind back to the present and he focused on the smaller male. He shook his head and decided to shift the subject, “So, what are you writing?”

The young blond squirmed in his seat and wrinkled his nose as a small blush settled across his cheeks. “Nothing.”

Itachi reached forward and gently caressed the tinted cheeks, “This says otherwise.” He chuckled, “You don’t want to tell me?”

Naruto quickly shook his head, “You’ll laugh.” He stated like a young child until Itachi told him he wouldn’t. “F-fine… I want to be an author like my godfather.”

“Thankfully he doesn’t want to write the books his godfather writes.” Gaara spoke up from the corner. “Let’s just hope he inherited a decent writing gene and stays away from the perverted one.”

“Hey! Don’t compare me to that pervert!” Naruto shouted as he turned around in his chair and Itachi’s hand dropped from his face, “Jiraiya writes that crap, not me.”

The smile gave away Gaara’s amusement, “But he had you proofread his works more than once.”

The blush was back in full force and Naruto buried his head into his arms. “Perverted old man is going to keep me from getting my book published.”

Gaara sighed, “That’s why I’m re-reading your work. If your manuscript is due tonight, then it needs to be perfect.”

“Tonight?” Itachi questioned, “Aren’t you still working on it.”

Naruto laughed and brought up his head, “All authors cut their deadline close. I should know; I’ve seen Jiraiya’s agent chase him around the house before; demanding to have the next chapter or else he was going to cut his research funding.” He stood up from the chair, “I guess that means I should get back to work.”

He moved past Itachi and yelped when a hand snaked around his waist and pulled him down. He landed on something soft and glanced up into amused dark eyes. Itachi’s head dipped close to his ear and he shivered as a puff of warm breath traveled over the sensitive skin, “Do I get a copy to read?”

“N-no.” He stuttered.

The raven’s head moved further along his skin until his mouth stopped next to Naruto’s neck where the bruises had almost vanished. They had faded into a soft yellow color and unless one was really looking, were otherwise nonexistent. His mouth hovered over one of the spots and he gently pressed his lips to the skin, waiting for a negative reaction. Getting none, he moved to a different spot closer to the jaw line and asked, “Why?”

Naruto squirmed slightly so his body fell into a more comfortable position across Itachi’s lap and he felt his face heat up, “’Cause it’s embarrassing.” He paused when Itachi moved away from his neck and glanced up with a questioning look in his eyes, “Not that I find you embarrassing or anything, it’s just that it’s for young adults and you might not like it.”

Itachi hummed against his neck, “What if I want to read it?”

The younger male was silent and glanced up when a shadow fell over him, “If you two are going to play ‘20 questions’, at least work while you do so.” Gaara stated and set the laptop on Naruto’s lap. “I’m going to need the other page soon.”

Naruto nodded and went to get up from the raven’s lap but Itachi held him down, “Stay.”

It wasn’t a command, more like a gentle suggestion but it brought a red tint to Naruto’s cheeks as he glanced up. Itachi looked back down at him and carefully guarded his face; he knew that the blond hadn’t pushed him away yet and he took that as a sign that it didn’t bother him. His arm stayed draped over Naruto’s chest, although it could easily be pushed off if he was feeling uncomfortable. However, Naruto stayed still under his arms and his face showed more curiosity than fear.

Finally, he could see a decision being made in the blue eyes before Naruto carefully pushed his arm aside and stood up. He tried to ignore the pain that stabbed at him and instead focused on the blond male as he moved around the small sitting area. Naruto seemed to be looking for something and before Itachi could figure out what it was, a pillow hit him in the face. He yanked the pillow angrily from his face and went to snap at the blond, only to realize that he was sitting back down on the couch again.

Itachi blinked as he watched Naruto plug the cord into the computer before turning towards him. “If I’m going to stay, I’ll have to type. Otherwise Gaara will kill me in a storm of angry red pens.” He stated and leaned back into the cushions, “If you’re going to keep us company, I have a feeling you’ll fall asleep.”

The raven grunted before propping his feet up on the coffee table and slid down further on the sofa. It seemed that Naruto didn’t understand what he meant by stay. He reached across the small space and dragged Naruto down into his lap again.

Naruto scowled at him and for a second Itachi feared that he had crossed the line, but the blond simply grabbed the pillow that had slid to the floor. His blue eyes swam with mischief and he placed the pillow behind his head so he could see the screen better. “If you’re not going to take the offered pillow, then I will. Don’t complain to me when you get a kink in your neck when you fall asleep.” He said as he brought his knees up and adjusted the screen.

Itachi chuckled and leaned his head back against the top of the sofa while his hand rested on Naruto’s head. His arm was still draped across the blonds’ chest and it rose with every breath he took. The steady motion of the rise and fall of his chest along with the warmth of Naruto’s body put him at ease and he found his eyelids slowly closing. During the past week, he hadn’t slept much and it was finally catching up to him.

He listened to the gentle tapping coming from the keyboard and he unconsciously threaded his fingers through the blond locks as his own breathing started to even out. It didn’t take much to convince his body to drop into a light sleep and he missed Naruto glancing up at him with a small smile across his face. He carefully shifted his weighted so he sunk in closer to the warmth and pulled his eyes away from the sleeping Uchiha.

“Naruto, your godfather called…oh.”

A single eye opened at the voice before both eyes opened to stare at Kakashi. The doctor was giving them an unusual look and his face looked oddly tense but it could have been because of the stress from the past week. He felt Naruto shift on his lap and he glanced down to see the blond twist his head around to look at the silver haired doctor.

“What’s up Kakashi?”

“Ah, your godfather called and said he’ll be here in four hours at most.”

Naruto nodded, “I should be done by the time he gets here. Thanks Kakashi.”

The doctor nodded and gave the pair one last look before leaving the library. Once he left, Naruto sighed and shifted back to his original position. His eyes flickered to the right as Gaara stood up, walked over to him, and set a small stack of papers on the floor next to him. A groan escaped his lips at the red marks on the paper and his roommate grinned.

“There aren’t that many mistakes to correct; that’s your editors’ job. But just scan through the papers and look at the suggestions. How many more pages do you have?”

Naruto skimmed over the screen, “About ten.”

Gaara nodded, “I’m going to go raid the cafeteria for something to drink; you want anything?”

“Nah, I’m going to finish this real quick; I’m on a roll.” He said and his roommate simply inclined his head before leaving the library.

The blond continued typing and Itachi watched as fingers flew over the keyboard. He wanted to read what was on the screen, but the angle that it sat at made it hard to see what was written. Instead, he was content to listening to the clicking of the keys that usually annoyed him. This time, Itachi found it more humorous because Naruto was oddly vocal and animated when he wrote. He would often wrinkle his nose at a sentence he didn’t like before he deleted it and a ‘tsk’ sounded from his mouth when he hit a wrong key.

He watched as Naruto furrowed his brows and sucked on his lower lip while he thought about a sentence structure. Itachi chuckled softly at the face and the thought that it looked cute briefly crossed his mind. He brought his hand up and smoothed out the wrinkle in the blond's forehead. Naruto glanced up at him and cocked his head curiously.

“You’ll get wrinkles if you do that constantly.” He answered.

Naruto snorted with laughter, “But you do it all the time.” Itachi frowned and Naruto lifted his hand up to poke at his forehead, “You’re doing it now.”

“Hn.”

The blond laughed to himself before turning his attention back to the computer. He was almost done with the last page and he wanted it done. Thankfully, he had always known how the ending was going to turn out and it didn’t take long to write. Excitement raced through his veins as the last sentence was typed and he hit the save button.

A sigh escaped his mouth and he leaned back further into the pillow. He was almost done after two years of hard work; the only thing left was to look over the suggestions that Gaara made for him and then reprint the story before Jiraiya showed up at the center. Naruto reached down for the papers and shuffled through them, reading the remarks that his roommate had left for him. They were simple and easy mistakes to correct and he cursed himself for not noticing them earlier.

He felt Itachi reposition his arm before the older male closed his eyes again. Naruto dropped his gaze from the Uchiha and back to his computer; if he started now, he could finish with the corrections before Gaara came back. However, after shifting through half of the papers, he felt his own eyelids start to drop and the desire to take a quick nap was getting stronger. He couldn’t help it even if he wanted; the heat that Itachi was emitting was making him sleepy.

A short nap wouldn’t hurt.

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When Gaara came back from the cafeteria, he frowned at the silence that had settled over the library. He didn’t hear any tapping noise coming from Naruto’s computer and he had run out of pens to throw. Although, with the Uchiha sitting with him, he was slightly hesitant to throw one in case it missed and hit him instead. That was the last thing he wanted to do.

He padded over to the small couch and shook his head. Of course, Naruto would end up falling asleep; he felt bad for whoever was assigned as his agent. At least he wouldn’t be as bad as Jiraiya.

The redhead reached down to pick up the laptop and bobbed his head when he realized that Naruto had finished the story at least before falling asleep. He set the device on the table so it wouldn’t slip from the blonds lap and hit the print button. One good thing about being Naruto’s unofficial editor was that he could read the entire book before anyone else and he rather enjoyed that little detail. After grabbing the papers from the printer, he retreated to his corner to read.

He would tease Naruto later for falling asleep on Itachi’s lap.

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“Well that’s a cute sight. Maybe I should take a picture for Kushina, she’ll be glad to know that Naruto’s doing well. Although I should have known that the kid would be a cuddler, his dad was one too. It must past down through the blond side of the family.”

“How do you know Minato was a cuddler?”

A chuckle echoed around the room, “Kushina often holds it over his head.”

“Ah.”

“You seem tired Kakashi, long shifts getting to you?”

Kakashi grunted, “That, amidst other things.” There was a short pause, “I was worried on how the stress of writing again would be for him; that, coupled with the incident last week.”

“Who? The brat? You don’t need to be protective of him; boys will be boys.”

Silence settled over them before Kakashi walked closer to the sofa and gently shook Naruto’s shoulder, “Come on Naruto, you need to wake up, Jiraiya’s here.”

Naruto moaned in his sleep and curled up further on his side while burrowing his face into the warmth. He was warm and his body felt drowsy; all he wanted to do was stay next to his newfound heat source. His hands clutched at the fabric as he tried to ignore the shaking sensation that was attacking his body; it was getting annoying.

“Naruto…”

“No.”

Kakashi sighed and looked up at Itachi who was watching him with an amused look in his eyes. He had woken up when the doctor had started to shake Naruto awake and he found the blonds’ antics endearing. “Itachi…” Kakashi’s voice sounded strained.

Itachi shrugged, “I really can’t move.” He stated, not that he wanted to move anyway. Somewhere during their nap, Naruto had curled up on his side and somehow moved closer to his body while his hands found purchase on Itachi's shirt. He shifted slightly so his arm brought the smaller body closer to his body and he smirked when the blond mumbled his name.

Seeing Kakashi narrow his eyes at him, Itachi finally conceded and shifted Naruto higher so his head rested on his shoulder and the blond straddled his lap. He dropped his head so it was closer to the blonds’ ear and pressed his mouth close to the side of his face. “Naruto, it’s time to wake up.”

“Don’t wanna.” He answered sleepily.

“I think your godfather is here and once he leaves, you can read your new book.” Itachi paused, “Plus, he’s holding a camera.”

Naruto’s eyes shot open and he pushed away from Itachi once he realized how close they were. He felt the raven’s arms tightened around his waist and arm to keep him from toppling over and he placed his hands on Itachi’s chest in order to steady himself. Behind them, Jiraiya snickered, and Naruto felt his face heat up.

“Well, if that isn’t a suggestive pose, I don’t know what is.”

“Sh-shut up, you perverted old man.” Naruto shouted.

Jiraiya leered at him, “But I’m the perverted old man that has connections. I have a friend in the publishing company who specializes in young adult books and he was very interested in the sample chapters you sent him. Your roommate gave me your manuscript and said it was complete.”

Naruto smiled softly and he reminded himself to thank Gaara when he went back to his room.

“Jiraiya, how’s Minato doing?” Kakashi asked and Naruto quietly waited for an answer; he hadn’t heard from his father in a while.

“He’s doing well and he sends his love to Naruto along with a reminder that he should call more often. I’ve gotten him to read one of my stories since my other unofficial editor has vanished on me.”

The blonds’ mouth dropped, “You’re making my dad read your perverted books!?”

“If I may point out, you are the one who has yet to move from that position.”

Naruto’s head whipped back towards Itachi and realized that the raven was still holding his arm and his hands were still pressed against the Uchiha’s chest. He rolled off Itachi’s lap and pointed at Jiraiya, “Don’t change the subject and leave my father out of your nasty books.”

The white haired male shrugged, “Fine, I have other things to do. I need to get this to the company; hopefully this will put the pressure off me for a new chapter. I’ll give you a call in a few days to update you on what’s going on.” He moved closer to the couch and ruffled Naruto’s hair, “I’ll see you later kid and I’ll tell your father your doing okay.”

“Jerk.” He muttered as his godfather swept out of the room.

“Naruto, if you fell asleep already, you should probably get to bed early tonight; the same goes for you too Itachi.” Kakashi said

“But I’m not tired.” The blond answered as he tried to stifle a yawn.

Itachi chuckled as he stood up from the couch and pulled the blond up. “I’m sure once you get into your own bed, you’ll fall back asleep.”

The younger male scowled at the comment but followed Itachi to the door nonetheless. Itachi glanced back as Kakashi locked the door behind them and went his separate way, leaving the two of them alone in the hallway. It was quiet since it was still early but Naruto was trying to hide another yawn behind his hand and even the raven admitted to himself that a few more hours of sleep would’ve been nice. When they reached Naruto’s room, Gaara was sitting on the bed waiting for them and a small, knowing grin crept across his face.

Naruto scowled but didn’t say anything, knowing it would only cause more trouble. He went to walk into his room but was stopped when Itachi wrapped his arms around his waist, “I still want to read your story.”

“Maybe.” He muttered as Itachi pressed his lips against his temple.

A pen bounced off his forehead making Naruto jerk his head away from Itachi’s mouth and he rubbed the red spot, “What was that for?” He snapped.

“For making me finish up your story.” Gaara answered, “Now go shower, you look like you're about to pass out.”

Naruto nodded his head tiredly, there was no point in arguing with his roommate and the bed was looking really comfortable right now. He turned to Itachi and inclined his head slightly, “Thanks again for the book Itachi, and I hope you sleep better tonight.”

Itachi hummed softly, “You too.” He nodded to Gaara and headed for his room, all the while cursing the redhead for interrupting him.