[Drabble] Passing Over: SasuNaru
Passing Over
SasuNaru
Because kittens grow up into cats, and Sasuke’s not an exception. Spoilers for 300s of manga. Possibly angsty, since it is SasuNaru.
Warnings: Contains kittens! Be warned!
393 Words
Sake was probably bad for cats, but Naruto placed a second dish of liquor next to the kitten’s milk anyway. Since neither of them should’ve been drinking, Naruto reasoned it couldn’t do much harm.
Rain poured angrily outside his apartment window-the place still smelled musty when it rained, and the rain still made Naruto lethargic, cranky.
I can’t remember what you smelled like, was Naruto’s first thought when he’d seen the Sound’s Sasuke, stood within six feet of him under the dry sun. Looked him in the eyes again, heard his voice, got ready to break some bones, his or Sasuke’s. I’d forgotten…things.
He’d found the kitten late that afternoon, racing to the Laundromat before the dark clouds finally broke. Someone had left the tiny charcoal hairball in a box just inside the door, and Naruto had shoved him (her?) in his dryer-warm clothes before sprinting home.
How everything feels angry, electric. Alive. Even when you’re not doing anything.
In some corner the kitten crashed through Naruto’s books and empty soda cans before slamming headlong into Naruto’s ankle, clawing his pants, and ambushing his laundry until Naruto scooped it up and shook it, feeling the toothpick ribs bounce underneath the linty-soft fur.
How you used to look at me.
The kitten stared at him with the stupefied, amazed gaze of kittens everywhere. Then it bit his hand.
How it felt. Being looked at. Being seen. Off-balance, not sure who was gonna beat the crap out of who, not knowing what was going to happen…
Naruto shoved the kitten under the laundry basket. The kitten threw itself against the basket-cage, and crawled over the floor like a turtle.
…the way you smiled. Angry and ready, on fire.
Lightening and thunder crashed outside and the kitten zoomed under Naruto’s bed.
Naruto didn’t move. He wasn’t really a drinking man (boy? Guy? Teen?), but he didn’t want soda, didn’t like tea, and needed to keep his hands busy. Under the bed, the kitten growled.
That last time, Sasuke hadn’t bothered to growl at him-hadn’t shown his teeth, hadn’t challenged him, hadn’t really given a fuck.
You’re not important anymore, Sasuke’s non-action seemed to say. You don’t matter.
Just like before.
Naruto sighed and helped the kitten tear his apartment apart, wishing that Sasuke could’ve clawed some skin off before leaving without even a threat.
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Anime directors like cats because they don't have to take care of them--they can barely take care of themselves.
--FLCL, Gainax
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A/N: AX was good, ComicCon huge, and working on multi-part fics leaves me with very, very little time to goof off on drabbles with 0o
SasuNaru
Because kittens grow up into cats, and Sasuke’s not an exception. Spoilers for 300s of manga. Possibly angsty, since it is SasuNaru.
Warnings: Contains kittens! Be warned!
393 Words
Sake was probably bad for cats, but Naruto placed a second dish of liquor next to the kitten’s milk anyway. Since neither of them should’ve been drinking, Naruto reasoned it couldn’t do much harm.
Rain poured angrily outside his apartment window-the place still smelled musty when it rained, and the rain still made Naruto lethargic, cranky.
I can’t remember what you smelled like, was Naruto’s first thought when he’d seen the Sound’s Sasuke, stood within six feet of him under the dry sun. Looked him in the eyes again, heard his voice, got ready to break some bones, his or Sasuke’s. I’d forgotten…things.
He’d found the kitten late that afternoon, racing to the Laundromat before the dark clouds finally broke. Someone had left the tiny charcoal hairball in a box just inside the door, and Naruto had shoved him (her?) in his dryer-warm clothes before sprinting home.
How everything feels angry, electric. Alive. Even when you’re not doing anything.
In some corner the kitten crashed through Naruto’s books and empty soda cans before slamming headlong into Naruto’s ankle, clawing his pants, and ambushing his laundry until Naruto scooped it up and shook it, feeling the toothpick ribs bounce underneath the linty-soft fur.
How you used to look at me.
The kitten stared at him with the stupefied, amazed gaze of kittens everywhere. Then it bit his hand.
How it felt. Being looked at. Being seen. Off-balance, not sure who was gonna beat the crap out of who, not knowing what was going to happen…
Naruto shoved the kitten under the laundry basket. The kitten threw itself against the basket-cage, and crawled over the floor like a turtle.
…the way you smiled. Angry and ready, on fire.
Lightening and thunder crashed outside and the kitten zoomed under Naruto’s bed.
Naruto didn’t move. He wasn’t really a drinking man (boy? Guy? Teen?), but he didn’t want soda, didn’t like tea, and needed to keep his hands busy. Under the bed, the kitten growled.
That last time, Sasuke hadn’t bothered to growl at him-hadn’t shown his teeth, hadn’t challenged him, hadn’t really given a fuck.
You’re not important anymore, Sasuke’s non-action seemed to say. You don’t matter.
Just like before.
Naruto sighed and helped the kitten tear his apartment apart, wishing that Sasuke could’ve clawed some skin off before leaving without even a threat.
***
Anime directors like cats because they don't have to take care of them--they can barely take care of themselves.
--FLCL, Gainax
***
A/N: AX was good, ComicCon huge, and working on multi-part fics leaves me with very, very little time to goof off on drabbles with 0o