Naruto: Cold Turkey
Title: Cold Turkey
Author: Reyn
Rating: T? ish?
Warnings: slash (NaruSasu), oneshot, HappilyEverAfter!ninjaverse
Disclaimer: Naruto and Co. belong to Kishimoto.
Author’s Note: Written to help_pakistan 8D
Cold Turkey
It had been a great idea at the time. Hell, even Sasuke saw the potential hilarity in it.
But then he had gone and broke his arm.
“It’s all fun and games until someone gets impaled with an exploding kunai.”
Oh yeah, he was also missing a good eight feet worth of intestines now, too.
“I swear to God, if I had a shuriken for every time I’ve told that to the two of you, I could open my own shop in every town from here to the coastline,” Sakura continued ranting, infusing healing chakra with the bandage as she wrapped it around Sasuke’s torso. “You’re to report to the Hokage as soon as I’m done, and you’re going to have to take a page out of Kakashi’s book to get there.”
Sasuke cast her a questioning glance. “You want me to be late?”
“I want you to walk,” she instructed. “Slowly.”
*
Walking slow sucked. It sucked more than being bedridden for the two months it took for his stomach to heal enough for him to be released from the hospital. Granted, Naruto was there nearly every day to keep him company, so that was probably why it had been bearable.
Reporting to the Hokage sucked as well. Mainly because she yelled at him for managing to nearly kill himself while goofing off while on leave verses coming back from ANBU missions without a scratch. She also yelled at him for letting Naruto into his room when he was in the hospital. Something about his presence delaying the healing process, whatever that meant. He was usually too busy yelling at the idiot and coughing up blood immediately after to notice.
“No jutsus.”
Sasuke stilled. “What?”
Tsunade smirked, obviously taking some sort of twisted pleasure in the fact that she had managed to regain Sasuke’s full attention. “I said no jutsus. Or any other activities that involve using chakra at an increased rate until you are fully healed. I would assume the reasons are obvious.”
Yes, the reasons were obvious. Anyone of academy age knew that chakra pooled in the belly before being released in jutsus - something the healing process was not a fan of.
“Fine,” Sasuke answered neutrally.
There was apparently something in his tone that the Hokage didn’t like, because she stared at him for a long time. “No Naruto, either.”
“What? Why?!” Sasuke failed to see any obvious reasons in this request.
“Because I think you need a break. The day you happily go along with one of Naruto’s asinine pranks is the day you two have obviously been spending too much time together. Besides, if you want that hole in your stomach to heal properly and not become a problem on later missions, you’ll need to take it easy as possible.”
Sasuke’s glare was both dubious and angry.
Tsunade rolled her eyes. “Call me crazy, but it’s something I read in a book once.”
With that, Sasuke was dismissed.
*
Taking it easy was actually kind of nice. It gave him time to properly read up on a few jutsus and fully understand them, rather than the usual quick glance over before rushing out to master them to show off to Naruto. He was able to catch up on laundry, clean his weapons, clean his apartment, shop for enough food that would last him the next few days, and take another stab at gardening.
Now if he could just figure out what to do for the last half of the day and make this ‘taking it easy’ thing last for the rest of the week, he would be set.
*
Taking it easy sucked. He was better off dead. It was amazing how boring life was when you were banned from all things ninja. If Sasuke were to be honest with himself, he would have admitted that life was just plain boring when you were banned from all things Naruto.
Interestingly enough, Naruto seemed to have missed the memo that he and Sasuke were supposed to be avoiding one another. An accidental run in at the vegetable stand turned into a game of hide and seek and a bleeding gut when it was over. Ignoring Naruto’s shouts of outrage from several streets over, Sasuke tip-toed out from the alley he been had tucked away in and escorted himself to the hospital.
Life was suddenly fun again.
*
Life stopped being fun when the hospital workers began to suspect Sasuke of initiating the cat and mouse games on purpose. Considering this was his fourteenth visit, he supposed they had reason enough to be suspicious, but that still didn’t give them the right to lock him up in his own home under 24/7 ANBU guard watch. It made life boring again. It also made him admit just how much he missed Naruto.
*
He stopped missing Naruto when he randomly appeared in his bathroom one night at around 2am. Sasuke thought he was dreaming, but the punch to the face convinced him otherwise.
“You dick! What the hell did you do that warrants you being under house arrest? Do you have any idea how long it took me to sneak in here?”
Sasuke stared, his brain slipping into shock as he tried to comprehend the pain in his cheek to Naruto’s presence and how the hell he slipped passed ANBU unnoticed.
“And why have you been avoiding me?” Naruto demanded, continuing on his tirade. “I’m sick of seeing you around just to have you disappear like a damned ninja! We’re friends, damn it! Linger a bit and give me a chance to talk to-!”
Three weeks.
For three weeks Sasuke had been on his own, living a Naruto-free life. He figured he was entitled to this hug.
“You kissed me!”
Or kiss. Whatever.
Kisses were how old friends greeted each other after such a long absence. He saw it in a movie once. And read it in Kakashi’s books.
Twice.
The sex, however, didn’t necessarily follow any traditional greeting or protocol, but as they were allowing their sweat to cool as they caught their breath while lying partially on the bathroom floor and partially in the bathtub, Sasuke figured that was okay.
Because now he had his Naruto back. Health concerns be damned.
Author: Reyn
Rating: T? ish?
Warnings: slash (NaruSasu), oneshot, HappilyEverAfter!ninjaverse
Disclaimer: Naruto and Co. belong to Kishimoto.
Author’s Note: Written to help_pakistan 8D
Cold Turkey
It had been a great idea at the time. Hell, even Sasuke saw the potential hilarity in it.
But then he had gone and broke his arm.
“It’s all fun and games until someone gets impaled with an exploding kunai.”
Oh yeah, he was also missing a good eight feet worth of intestines now, too.
“I swear to God, if I had a shuriken for every time I’ve told that to the two of you, I could open my own shop in every town from here to the coastline,” Sakura continued ranting, infusing healing chakra with the bandage as she wrapped it around Sasuke’s torso. “You’re to report to the Hokage as soon as I’m done, and you’re going to have to take a page out of Kakashi’s book to get there.”
Sasuke cast her a questioning glance. “You want me to be late?”
“I want you to walk,” she instructed. “Slowly.”
*
Walking slow sucked. It sucked more than being bedridden for the two months it took for his stomach to heal enough for him to be released from the hospital. Granted, Naruto was there nearly every day to keep him company, so that was probably why it had been bearable.
Reporting to the Hokage sucked as well. Mainly because she yelled at him for managing to nearly kill himself while goofing off while on leave verses coming back from ANBU missions without a scratch. She also yelled at him for letting Naruto into his room when he was in the hospital. Something about his presence delaying the healing process, whatever that meant. He was usually too busy yelling at the idiot and coughing up blood immediately after to notice.
“No jutsus.”
Sasuke stilled. “What?”
Tsunade smirked, obviously taking some sort of twisted pleasure in the fact that she had managed to regain Sasuke’s full attention. “I said no jutsus. Or any other activities that involve using chakra at an increased rate until you are fully healed. I would assume the reasons are obvious.”
Yes, the reasons were obvious. Anyone of academy age knew that chakra pooled in the belly before being released in jutsus - something the healing process was not a fan of.
“Fine,” Sasuke answered neutrally.
There was apparently something in his tone that the Hokage didn’t like, because she stared at him for a long time. “No Naruto, either.”
“What? Why?!” Sasuke failed to see any obvious reasons in this request.
“Because I think you need a break. The day you happily go along with one of Naruto’s asinine pranks is the day you two have obviously been spending too much time together. Besides, if you want that hole in your stomach to heal properly and not become a problem on later missions, you’ll need to take it easy as possible.”
Sasuke’s glare was both dubious and angry.
Tsunade rolled her eyes. “Call me crazy, but it’s something I read in a book once.”
With that, Sasuke was dismissed.
*
Taking it easy was actually kind of nice. It gave him time to properly read up on a few jutsus and fully understand them, rather than the usual quick glance over before rushing out to master them to show off to Naruto. He was able to catch up on laundry, clean his weapons, clean his apartment, shop for enough food that would last him the next few days, and take another stab at gardening.
Now if he could just figure out what to do for the last half of the day and make this ‘taking it easy’ thing last for the rest of the week, he would be set.
*
Taking it easy sucked. He was better off dead. It was amazing how boring life was when you were banned from all things ninja. If Sasuke were to be honest with himself, he would have admitted that life was just plain boring when you were banned from all things Naruto.
Interestingly enough, Naruto seemed to have missed the memo that he and Sasuke were supposed to be avoiding one another. An accidental run in at the vegetable stand turned into a game of hide and seek and a bleeding gut when it was over. Ignoring Naruto’s shouts of outrage from several streets over, Sasuke tip-toed out from the alley he been had tucked away in and escorted himself to the hospital.
Life was suddenly fun again.
*
Life stopped being fun when the hospital workers began to suspect Sasuke of initiating the cat and mouse games on purpose. Considering this was his fourteenth visit, he supposed they had reason enough to be suspicious, but that still didn’t give them the right to lock him up in his own home under 24/7 ANBU guard watch. It made life boring again. It also made him admit just how much he missed Naruto.
*
He stopped missing Naruto when he randomly appeared in his bathroom one night at around 2am. Sasuke thought he was dreaming, but the punch to the face convinced him otherwise.
“You dick! What the hell did you do that warrants you being under house arrest? Do you have any idea how long it took me to sneak in here?”
Sasuke stared, his brain slipping into shock as he tried to comprehend the pain in his cheek to Naruto’s presence and how the hell he slipped passed ANBU unnoticed.
“And why have you been avoiding me?” Naruto demanded, continuing on his tirade. “I’m sick of seeing you around just to have you disappear like a damned ninja! We’re friends, damn it! Linger a bit and give me a chance to talk to-!”
Three weeks.
For three weeks Sasuke had been on his own, living a Naruto-free life. He figured he was entitled to this hug.
“You kissed me!”
Or kiss. Whatever.
Kisses were how old friends greeted each other after such a long absence. He saw it in a movie once. And read it in Kakashi’s books.
Twice.
The sex, however, didn’t necessarily follow any traditional greeting or protocol, but as they were allowing their sweat to cool as they caught their breath while lying partially on the bathroom floor and partially in the bathtub, Sasuke figured that was okay.
Because now he had his Naruto back. Health concerns be damned.