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Who: Sasuke and Naruto
Where: Sasuke's room...uh..forget which number that is.
When: After this post
What: Sasuke takes yet another thing with Naruto as a challenge, and decides to wear the women's kimono left to him as a riddle prize. One thing leads to another, and just like the moon festival, they part on a not so great note.


Even if Sasuke was going to be boring about it, Naruto thought it was worth going to Sasuke's room to see him in the yukata, and hopefully the bra, too. He blushed a little thinking of it as he climbed the stairs two at a time, but promised himself he'd keep his cool in front of Sasuke. Everyone thought he was just a little kid, but he was mature; he would have a girlfriend soon, even!

When he got to Sasuke's door, Naruto knocked. Usually he wouldn't even bother, but he didn't want to piss the other boy off. After all, Sasuke probably wouldn't want to model for him too much if he was in a bad mood, and in fact he was pretty surprised Sasuke had agreed to at all.

"Idiot," was the muffled response to the knock on the door. Sasuke waited for Naruto to get the hint (because he knew it was Naruto, somehow, even if the blond hadn't said a word yet), dark eyes focused on the window he was facing while sitting on his bed, legs dangling over the edge. It was a bit away from the wall, so he could get away with it.

The yukata fit surprisingly well, all things considered, despite the obvious female traits. It was a pale blue color, patterned with dogwood branches and blossoms that seemed to curl up around it in a way that would draw the eyes to the hidden shape beneath the fabric. The shape he didn't have, but somehow it didn't look too terribly off. He knew that Naruto probably wanted to see him in that lacy white thing that typically hid a woman's bossom, but he had no intention of stuffing it so it didn't look stupid, nor did he care to transform into a girl to cater to the blond's whims right now. The rest of the things he'd found aside from the yukata were tucked in the dresser drawer he called his own, hidden behind what other clothes he'd arrived with.

He'd learned rather quickly with Naruto that a challenge was something he couldn't turn down, no matter how stupid or ridiculous in nature. And that was why he sat there with his hands at his sides on the bed, feeling the slight coolness of the room against the v on his chest where he'd left the garment looser than intended and his bare feet that peeked out from under the long fabric, waiting for Naruto to open the damn door.

Naruto could be polite, but it only lasted so long. He didn't hear Sasuke say anything from behind the closed door, but after several moments of no movement from inside, Naruto gripped the doorknob and threw the door open, feeling extremely annoyed. At first glance, the room looked empty, though it wasn't difficult to spot Sasuke upon second glance, sitting by the window in a yukata. His hair was short, and after a moment in occurred to Naruto that Sasuke hadn't transformed himself into a girl.

"You're wearing the girls clothes without doing my technique?" Shutting the door behind him, Naruto marched over to Sasuke and frowned at him. It was weird that Sasuke would even consider dressing up as a girl without actually being a girl, but he was reminded that Yuujiro did the exact same thing, and on a daily basis. It was a little different for Yuujiro, however, since Naruto knew that was how he had come from his world, but Sasuke didn't have any excuse. He remembered how Sasuke hadn't wanted to stay transformed at the moon-viewing festival and wondered.

"How are you going to wear the bra, then?" That was what he was most interested in seeing, after all.

"I told you I wasn't playing anything up for you, moron," came the low response, and Sasuke pushed himself off of the bed to stand, brushing invisble specks of dirt from the outfit before turning around to face Naruto with his arms crossed over his chest. "You're a pervert," he pointed out, gaze piercing as he stared the blond down.

"I'm not wearing that thing."

"I'm not a pervert!" he shot back, even though he acted like one most of the time. In reality, Naruto had a healthy curiosity for the female body that didn't teeter into the realm of pervertedness, but he sure could seem that way sometimes. He couldn't help it if he felt more comfortable with Sasuke, a boy, than with a regular girl - he just wished that Sasuke would think of it the same way as he did.

"You got it, you might as well wear it," he said, eyes narrowing into a squint. It was a weak argument and he knew it, but if he annoyed Sasuke enough he might be able to get him to cave. "But don't you think it's weirder to be a guy in girls' clothes than a girl in girls' clothes?"

Sasuke seemed to ponder Naruto's words for a fraction of a second before narrowing his eyes slightly, a barely detectable glint in them. "Why do you want to see me as a girl so much, Naruto?" he asked, the words easily rolling off his tongue.

As if he were asking something as casual as what the weather was like he questioned, "Did you like touching me when I was like that?" He took a step toward the blond. He refrained from asking him whether or not he thought it was weird to be a boy looking like a girl and kissing someone who looked like a girl but he knew to be a boy. Heaven forbid the blond smile at him in the near future. He was drawn to that smile and every fibre of his being screamed at him that he was wrong for it, that there was something not quite right about it.

The blunt question took Naruto aback a little, but it didn't scare him. Sasuke could try to make him feel like he was a pervert, but Naruto wasn't going to give in. There was nothing wrong with him wanting to see Sasuke, as a girl, in girl clothes. "You got girl clothes so you should wear them as a girl! It's dumb to wear girl clothes when you're not a girl. They don't even fit right!" Naruto pointed accusingly at Sasuke's chest, which would have filled out much nicer with something more than the flat chest of a guy.

But however revealing the first question was, Naruto couldn't fight the blood that rushed to his cheeks at the second question. There was no denying that he had liked touching Sasuke when he was a girl, and Sasuke had to know that. Naruto didn't know why Sasuke was asking him, but it kind of annoyed him. "What the hell do you think?" he asked, his voice gruff with embarrassment. He didn't look away from Sasuke, eyebrows knit to show Sasuke wasn't going to get the better of him. "You were hot like that because I showed you how to be a hot girl."

"You showed me how to be a girl," Sasuke countered, narrowing his eyes, though it wasn't out of anger or irritation. "The details I worked out on my own. You liked it. You'd do it again in a heartbeat. You're innocent and curious, but I wonder how your mind really works..."

Again, he moved closer to Naruto, feeling the brush of fabric against his bare legs and ankles, the carpet on his bare feet.

For the first time in a long time, Naruto felt speechless. Sasuke was pretty much right on all accounts, because he had just shown him the hand seal and the transformation, and Naruto had liked it. And if Sasuke transformed into a girl at the moment and wanted to fool around with him again, Naruto wouldn't decline. He didn't like being called innocent, and he didn't understand what Sasuke was getting at, either.

Though he wanted to step back, Naruto held his ground. It was a challenge of some kind, even though he didn't get why.

"Who cares? You liked it, too! You pulled me on top of you and everything! And you even told me to change back into my regular self, so what does that say about you?!"

Everything with Naruto felt like a challenge. Everything with him was something he had to come out on top of, no matter what it was. When Naruto didn't back down, he continued to advance until they were only far enough away not to be touching at all.

"Maybe it says that I'd rather touch you than the slut of a girl you turned into," Sasuke answered, sounding again completely casual. Even though it wasn't something he'd meant to say (nor did he realize consciously that he'd thought it), he didn't allow himself to show it.

Naruto took a few moments to wrap his mind around what Sasuke was saying. He had come to the conclusion before that Sasuke wasn't entirely straight (was he even straight at all?), but he didn't think he would have to deal with it again.

"I'm a guy," he insisted, "and so are you! That's why you're supposed to like touching the girl me better! It's just weird to me to be like that with you when you look like a guy." Naruto knew well enough some guys just didn't like girls, and though he had been harsh to a fair few people about it, he found himself accepting it. However, he wasn't about to let that apply to himself. It did feel weird for him.

Any possible glint or emotion in dark eyes shut off suddenly like the slamming of a door, Sasuke's mouth twitching with the strained effort of not twisting itself into a thin line as he kept his gaze cold and levelled with Naruto from where he stood almost a full head above the boy.

He scrutinized the blond, feeling the intense urge to pick his mind apart and find out why he was the way he was and why he even felt the remotest bit compelled to close the remaining distance between them. Knowing his words would be scathing if let slip, he kept his mouth shut, not ready to relinquish his time with the boy so soon.

Naruto waited for Sasuke to do something, but he didn't even move. The blond lifted his chin to look up at Sasuke, trying to study his expression, but Sasuke was too closed off and Naruto wasn't good at reading people, anyway.

"What ... do you feel inside?" he asked, his voice just about a whisper. "I think I might know. I know what it's like to want to be close to a person. All the time."

Sasuke almost felt childish in that moment, wanting to huff at the blond and turn away from him, muttering something about how nobody would ever want to be close to Naruto all the time. He remembered looking himself in the mirror before bed the night they'd scaled the trees and started to realize just what it was that felt so awkward this whole time, however. Either Naruto hadn't grown an inch since then, or something was very, very wrong here. Why hadn't he realized it before? He hadn't been looking down at the top of Naruto's head when they'd dragged each other back to that house, he'd been looking at the side of it.

He remembered the clothes he'd been wearing; remembered that he had nothing like that on his person when he'd come here. After a few moments of recollecting, he brought his hands up slowly into the seal (it was a seal, he remembered that now) that he'd watched Naruto make weeks ago before he'd turned into a busty blonde.

Henge.

The word echoed in his head as he felt the rush of power through his body, pushing outwards and transforming him into something else. But when the puff of smoke cleared, there wasn't a broody, busty brunette staring down at Naruto, but rather the spitting image of his younger self looking at the boy from only a few inches above him now.

When Sasuke formed his hands into the transformation seal, Naruto thought he was going to take the form of the girl he remembered seeing at the festival. It turned out, however, when the smoke cleared, that he had been extremely wrong. Sasuke still stood before him a male, but Naruto had to drop his eyes to meet Sasuke's, which weren't too far above his own now. He looked younger, was wearing different clothing, and somehow seemed more familiar to Naruto than ever before.

"Sasuke...? You look like ... my age?"

Shoving his hands into pockets that weren't really there (which felt quite the natural thing to do, he realized), Sasuke finally did huff at the blond in front of him. "Idiot," was the first thing that came out his mouth, completely unbidden.

To be at this height, in this form that was surely years younger than he was currently, seeing the boy at this level somehow felt a lot more normal than when he'd been standing in front Naruto at his original age. He wondered at it, picking over its significance in his head and not understanding how his conclusion could possibly be right, even though this place was strange enough to do it.

"That's all you're going to say, bastard?!" Naruto growled, muscles tensing as Sasuke used his surprise as a way to embarrass him. Was he supposed to read Sasuke's mind and know what he was thinking all of the time?

"What's the big idea? What's the point?" He couldn't read Sasuke's mind, but he did want to know what was going through it, anyway.

What was the point? Naruto didn't remember him yet; he knew they were friends simply because Sasuke had told him so. Maybe he'd thought it would trigger something, maybe he'd just wanted to test his own theory. This bickering, that look on Naruto's face seemed one of just many things that made perfect sense.

He took another step forward, closing the distance even further. If Naruto wouldn't back down, he wondered if he could stop himself from acting on an impulse he didn't understand.

Again, Sasuke said nothing while Naruto grasped at straws. All he did was move forward, and instead of backing up, he lifted his hands and placed them on Sasuke's chest to steady him and keep him at bay, but not push him back. They were already so close Naruto wasn't sure Sasuke could move forward anymore even if he wanted, anyway.

"Bastard, answer me." He was being serious. "I feel like I know you like this."

Naruto's hands were warm against his chest, and Sasuke hesitated for a second, not quite sure what it was he was doing. He could feel Naruto's breath fanning against him just over the high collar of his shirt, and knew that this was not what he felt when the blond had been a female, even completely exposed to him.

"Maybe you do," he answered, giving a little to the look in those blue, blue eyes. Something told him he should back away, maybe even push Naruto away, because there were more important things than to think about what this was or could or couldn't be, even if at the time he didn't remember what those things were just yet.

To be honest, Sasuke looking so young was unnerving. Sasuke looked like himself, except that he was his age (or thereabouts), which was strange, but something inside of Naruto clicked to see it. He remembered the blue shirt and high collar, and how Sasuke would put his elbows on his desk at school and lean his chin on his hands, looking all mysterious and refined. Sasuke had been in his class.

Blue eyes widened at the image in his mind. "I do!" he exclaimed. "I remember ... we were in class together. You look the same. But ... I think we're the same age." A look of great confusion settled on his features, gazing into Sasuke's eyes, looking for answers. "Why.... Did you know that before? Why are you older now?"

Why was he older now? Sasuke hadn't a clue. It didn't make sense.

"I hadn't thought about it," he answered, but he wondered shortly after if that was entirely true. Since meeting the blond, he'd thought a lot about him. He'd also thought some about the man that tried to attack him, and that he'd later attacked under the curse of being a vampire on Halloween. It didn't surprise him that he didn't really think about Sakura that much, even though he was almost positive he'd met her before.

He didn't know how it was possible still, but it had to be this world, this place, just fucking with them all. He couldn't quite force himself to wrap his head around it, even though he prided himself in his intellect, but he feared it was mostly because he thought he wanted to lean forward more.

Even though he probably shouldn't have been, Naruto was getting annoyed. Sasuke didn't seem surprised, or have anything to say about the realization that something was wrong. To Naruto, it seemed like Sasuke didn't care at all, and he should have. The blond didn't understand why Sasuke had been so insistent before and seemed to want something from him, but suddenly didn't seem to have any input at all.

"So you don't care?" he asked, annoyed. "What the hell, Sasuke? Is this some kind of joke to you? You say that weird stuff before, but I remembered something and you don't even care! Are you trying to make me look stupid or something? Is that it?"

When Sasuke wasn't speaking again, and Naruto was about to shove him away, too impatient to continue asking questions that would never be answered. But Sasuke beat him to movement, and did finally give him a definitive answer that spoke volumes, and yet Naruto was no less confused. He stumbled in surprise, stepping backward to catch himself. Naruto's fingers were curled in Sasuke's shirt, eyebrows knit with the effort of thinking fast on his feet, confusion, and the act of kissing Sasuke - again.

He remembered ... they'd kissed before. Even before Memento.

"Why are you like this?!" He broke the kiss and yelled. "Why are we different ages?! We went to school together! You looked like you are now! And why the hell ... why the hell do we always kiss and stuff?! Even in my memory...."

Memory... Naruto remembered a kiss they'd shared before. But all the questions the blond asked spun in Sasuke's head and he didn't know the answers, had no idea why he was older and Naruto was like he was in a memory he knew now to be years old. He didn't understand it, none of it made sense, least of all the simple realization that he did not want Naruto to push him away again.

Releasing the blond's wrists, he gripped his shirt, fisting his hands tightly in the fabric and pulling Naruto back up to him with an unwavering grip. "I don't know, moron," he hissed, lips again brushed up against the other's, the words coming from his mouth before he even had a chance to think about what he was saying, "Why can't you just shut up and kiss me!"

Naruto wanted Sasuke to have all of the answers, but even he knew Sasuke wouldn't. Still, he found the need to ask all of them. More and more, Naruto found himself confused about his past, and even his present. There were things he couldn't solve unless he got back specific memories he couldn't even verify he had, and some things wouldn't even be cleared up with memories.

Sasuke was angry now, and Naruto didn't blame him because he was angry, too, though he didn't really know why. Maybe it was a whole lot of not knowing, or the frustration he felt at never really being on a common ground with Sasuke. Even as Sasuke kissed him again, Naruto didn't understand, and he didn't think he really wanted to kiss him back. "Why do you want to kiss me?! I don't get it! I like Tomoyo-chan!" Instead of pushing Sasuke away, he pulled him closer, but not to kiss him. He wanted to know his past and he wanted to know Sasuke. In his memory, he felt so connected to him, both with a hatred and an understanding.

What was it about him?

He didn't know. Sasuke didn't know or understand why any more than Naruto did. He didn't know why every single time he heard a word out of Naruto's mouth about that girl he felt such a strong resentment towards her. He didn't know her, he didn't want to know her, and somehow, he hated that she got so much of the blond's attention. He hated it, and he hated how Naruto was able to surround himself with so many people. He hated how he couldn't even figure himself out at all and how every time he tried he felt he was met with nothing but resistance.

"Get out," he found himself saying, voice cold as ice and eyes even colder. The last thing he needed right now was this idiotic, blond distraction that was making it hard for him to understand himself.

Just as Naruto pulled Sasuke closer, Sasuke was telling him to leave. It was a shock to his system - the last thing he expected - because Sasuke had been the one getting closer and closer before. Nothing about Sasuke made sense, and although Naruto's first inclination was to be tired of all of the bullshit he had to go through just to be Sasuke's friend, he found all it did was make him even more determined.

"No!" Naruto re-gripped Sasuke's shirt, pulling at his high collar. "I'm not leaving! There's something going on here and I'm going to get to the bottom of it! I'm going to find out what this all means! And I don't care what you say! I don't even care if all you want to do is kiss me! It has something to do with you and I'm never going to go away!"

There was a pop and a cloud of smoke, and as it cleared, Sasuke was once again standing there in the yukata, leaning over so he was more level with Naruto, though he'd moved his face so that his chin just brushed the blond's shoulder and he didn't have to look at those stupidly blue eyes anymore. "I'm not going to say it again, moron," he said, taking pride in how his voice didn't waver despite how he felt like simultaneously pulling the shorter boy closer and punching him in the face at the same time.

He wasn't supposed to be like this. Naruto was just messing him up completely.

Naruto glared up at Sasuke as the boy returned to his normal appearance. Though he looked similar to his younger form, Naruto couldn't help but notice how mature Sasuke looked. Which one of them was wrong? Naruto remembered Sasuke being younger, but people grew. Had he not grown or had Sasuke aged too quickly?

Sasuke's hunched position made it easy for Naruto to slip his arms around his back. The strong-armed hug was to force Sasuke to stay put, hopefully assuring he wouldn't try to push him away (though as Naruto was close to the wall, Sasuke didn't have much place to put him).

"And I just told you I'm never going away," he said, his voice low and gravelly.

"Naruto," Sasuke breathed almost right against the blond's ear, trying to make it sound like a warning but falling just a little short of his desired result. One hand was still wedged between them, gripping the other's shirt white-knuckled.

This Naruto's arms around him made him feel like the past was clinging to him, and it made sense and still didn't at the same time. It felt like something from the past that he wasn't supposed to feel anymore, an attachment that shouldn't have been there anymore, and his free hand twitched at his side against his self-restraint.

"What?" He sounded stubborn, but almost sulky. It was annoying to have to fight Sasuke every inch of the way and have to repeat himself, especially because he didn't plan on giving in - and Sasuke wasn't a pushover, either. It just made Naruto envision a very long night ahead of them both. A part of him wished Sasuke would wrench him off and throw him across the room just so they could fight it out. It was less personal in appearance, even though the argument and topic at hand wouldn't be any less.

"This is your fault," Sasuke answered, felt childish for saying it but didn't care and wouldn't take it back, lips brushing the blond's ear as they moved. He finally let his free hand lift, only to push his body forward against Naruto's until his palm was pressed flat against the wall behind the boy.

He wished he were drunk just so he'd have an excuse to be thinking like this, wished he were anyone but himself. "You should leave," he said, and he meant it, because he didn't want to know what would happen if Naruto didn't leave, because he was already pushing limits, already crossing lines.

What, exactly, was his fault, Naruto had no idea. That was something else that was irritating, becase he wouldn't have pegged fault on either of them for memories they couldn't yet recall. Naruto didn't know if Sasuke was talking about his feelings, or the fact Naruto wasn't the quickest guy on the uptake of anything, or even if it was over something as simple as getting Sasuke to dress up in a womens' yukata. What he did know, however, was that Sasuke's mouth was so close to his ear that they were touching.

And it made his skin prickle.

Naruto released Sasuke from his grip as the boy moved closer to him, Sasuke's body pushing against his own. He let his hands hang at his sides and he looked over Sasuke's shoulder at the ceiling, wondering what the hell was going on. "What will you do if I don't?" he asked, hoping Sasuke would threaten him with violence. It would solve everything.

For now.

The hand that was fisted in Naruto's shirt suddenly uncurled, fingers splaying against the blond's chest instead and pressing against it. His head lowered slightly, so that his lips ghosted against Naruto's neck below his ear as he formed the words, "I don't know."

Truthfully, he didn't, he was afraid to know, didn't want to know what this jumbled mess was shaping up to be. It was one thing he just didn't want to feel or understand. He absently thought that he should be breaking the bonds he already had with this boy rather than failing to avoid making new ones, and despite the fact that the thought made no sense to him, he had to wonder if it wasn't perfectly logical.

Naruto closed his eyes. He wanted to ask Sasuke why again, but he knew Sasuke wouldn't have the answer. And he couldn't help but think that if it were Tomoyo in Sasuke's place how it all would have felt so different. He wanted to kiss her like Sasuke kissed him. Naruto didn't know why it was different, or what made him like Tomoyo like that and what made Sasuke like him the way he did, but he knew that those things were just the way it was.

"Sasuke...." What could he possibly say? "... I want to see you in that bra now." Maybe it would make Sasuke mad enough to break the awkwardness he felt inside.

For a moment, Naruto's words didn't quite sink in fully, but when they did, Sasuke was sure he saw red, felt a rush in his head and saw crystal clear red. God, why did he let this complete moron get to him like he did!

For another moment, he just stood there, the hand against the wall curling slowly into a fist as he tried his damnedest not to snap. Breathe in, breathe out. The hand in Naruto's shirt fisted again just as slowly, but it shook with his effort to maintain control over himself.

Well, that did something. Naruto blinked in surprise, not at Sasuke's anger, but at the color his eyes changed to. Red, with strange black markings around the pupil. The last time Sasuke's sharingan had activated in Naruto's presence the blond hadn't noticed, but being face to face with him, it was crystal clear.

Tilting his head, Naruto studied Sasuke's eyes close up. "What happened? Your eyes are different."

Sasuke didn't trust himself to answer the blond, and so he didn't, merely narrowing his eyes at the studying blue gaze (but it was red, everything was red). He hoped the glare conveyed just how livid he was at the blond right then, how hard he was trying not to just slam the boy against the wall and punch him as hard as he could in the face.

Naruto could tell Sasuke was angry. It wasn't hard at all to notice the way his eyes were narrowed and dark despite their color, and the way he trembled with the harnessed energy he wanted to expell in, most likely, beating the crap out of him. Sasuke was reacting like he had imagined he might, but again, Naruto wasn't entirely sure what made him so mad. The change of subject, the fact he brought up the bra again, or something else? Sasuke was very mysterious.

"Uhm.... That is ... if you want...."

"Get out," Sasuke said again, this time his voice sharp and venomous. He buried most of what he felt behind the rage, simply for the fact that he didn't understand or want to feel those other things. Even still, his hand was fisted in the blond's shirt.

Naruto put his hands on the one of Sasuke's that was fisted in his shirt, curling his fingers around it and pulling gently to coax Sasuke to let go of him. If he did, he would leave. It wasn't the same as before, and he'd probably said the worst thing he possibly could. It was similar to the last time they had kissed, when they had parted ways on a bad note.

Every subtle nuance of Naruto's expression was clear to Sasuke's eyes, and the light tug against his hand shocked him long enough for his anger to waver and the crimson to fade. The atmosphere was different all of a sudden, and he knew that Naruto hadn't meant to piss him off in the particular way that he did. Frustrated, he let his head fall forward, resting it against his fist on the wall. "Idiot," he murmured, closing his eyes and feeling a headache coming on.

His fingers in Naruto's shirt uncurled slightly, but not completely, even though he just wanted to drop his arm to his side.

Naruto felt his eyebrows twitch and his throat contrict as Sasuke pressed his head against his fist against the wall. It was emotional for him to see Sasuke be emotional, and the worst part was that he didn't even know what was going on. Despite the fact that he was tough and got in everyone's face, Naruto was a sensitive person. Having Sasuke be angry at him was one thing, but having Sasuke act in a way that was definitely not induced by anger (even though Naruto couldn't pinpoint what it was, exactly) was another. It seemed like Sasuke was sad, too, and Naruto didn't know if it was himself that was making Sasuke sad or if Sasuke was just sad on his own.

Whatever it was, Naruto didn't want Sasuke to be sad.

"Sasuke...." Again, he thought of what he could say, but this time, he had no idea.

After a few moments, Sasuke finally did let his hand drop, but didn't move from where he stood. The blond could leave if he wanted to, or stay if he wanted to. He wanted him to stay, wanted him to leave, and his brow furrowed, eyes still closed as he forced himself not to care either way. He didn't say anything, didn't know what he would say if he did. He needed to think, but didn't want to. He was tired.

Silence again; Naruto couldn't stand the somber atmosphere, and Sasuke obviously wasn't going to help matters. What he did do was let go of Naruto's shirt so he could get away, but the blond suddenly didn't think that was the best course of action he could take. Even if he did want to leave just to be able to relax, it wasn't right to leave Sasuke when he was feeling down.

So Naruto smiled, and he took Sasuke's hand, trying to pull him away from the wall. "Ne, stop being so dramatic, okay? I know, maybe we can return these clothes to the store. That way, I can't bother you anymore about wearing them, right?"

Sasuke couldn't even begin to understand what was going through Naruto's head, and as he was coaxed away from the wall, he lifted his hand to rub at the bridge of his nose and then at his temples, trying to ease away the headache that only seemed to want to grow stronger.

"I'll deal with it," he murmured, just to get Naruto to drop it.

"Okay, but it's really neat you got stuff. And I think you helped me get memories back just now. Before, the only think I could remember was Iruka-sensei and my sexy technique, but I remembered you and everything just now. Like, when we were talking." When in doubt, Naruto could ramble very well.

"But it's really late, so we should probably sleep."

Sasuke gave a short nod in agreement, hearing only half of what the blond had said as he moved away, toward his bed, sitting on the edge of it. Sleep was a good idea. He felt so damn exhausted.

He hoped he wouldn't dream.

"Uhm, so...." Naruto squinted and scratched his head, feeling at a loss, but it wasn't hard to figure out what to do next. "'Night, Sasuke." Part of him didn't want to leave like this, because they weren't angry or happy (two emotions appropriate for leaving someone behind), but another part of him knew it was time to go for now.

So he did, turning to head out of Sasuke's room, closing the door behind him.

Letting his head fall into his hands, Sasuke let out a groan.

"How in the hell do you get to me like this..." he asked the empty room, knowing there would be no answer.