In This World Together With You (1/1)
Okay, see, what had happened was I was sick for nearly a month. And it sucked. Very hard.
Carrying on, yes, as much as I’m infatuated with this song that became an excuse for needless fluff, I almost want a Korean version. Though insufferably cute the Japanese lyrics may be. And glob, does the chorus make me squee with inane glee. I'd seriously encode the music within this fic if I could. No, really. I would. Because in the off chance Bruno Mars ever wrote a j-pop song, maybe this would be that song.
But this one came to me while I was in the middle of writing silly smut (which is probably why I got sick), and it was like, boom boom boom pow-right in the kisser. Always starting new things is the reason why old things I'm supposed to do never get done did. Obviously, I have no control over that. *looks away*
Anyway. Point. There are two things that have the potential to really embarrass Sasuke in this series: most situations regarding his childhood and Naruto being candidly cheesy. This fic concerns the former. And yeah, while I realise the whole premise is banal, gdi, it’s my party, and I’ll write Sasuke and Itachi close if I want to. As well as writing Sasuke and Naruto as such huge flirts. Because I fail at writing canon. Also, Sai gets a short mention. I really think here he would so do what he did to Sasuke and Tamaki and get such a kick out of it.
Oh, and the mythology stuff, like the whole Naruto calling Sasuke Himiko thing, I just threw it in there. Because the Uchiha were such a dump place for Japanese lore/old school Japan, and I'll always wish Kishi went further with it. Especially with the Mikoto/Kushina connection. My secret OTP
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Characters: Naruto/Sasuke
Rating: PG
Words: 1755
Summary: "I’ve never seen this possessive side of you before."
“Why do you always have to be so annoying?”
“I’m not being annoying. I’m trying to be realistic here. Seriously, what if he calls me first? You actually expect me not to answer him?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Block his number. There’s no reason for him to call you.”
Slowly, Naruto’s mouth begins to curl into a smile. “You really do have a complex, don’t you?”
Legs supporting both elbows, Sasuke drops his head, hiding his face behind his hands, but they do little to stifle a loud groan that sounds suspiciously close to being a threat promising bodily harm.
“I’ve never seen this possessive side of you before,” Naruto whispers, lowering his mouth to hover near Sasuke’s ear despite the elbow that half-heartedly tries to nudge him away. “It’s a very new thing to me.”
“...shut up, Naruto.”
Sitting up, Naruto laughs. “And here I thought you’d be happy with the two of us getting along.”
“Not over something like this,” Sasuke hisses. He lets his arms fall, lifting his head with narrowed eyes all but boring holes into Naruto’s skull. “I’m serious. You’re not allowed to speak to him anymore.”
“But this whole possibility-of-you-still-being-hung-up-on-your-first-crush thing...”
“Just...just stop.” Sasuke grits his teeth, the faint flush colouring his face not hidden by the shade from the trees high above them. “Stop talking.”
Since Sasuke’s left eye hasn’t started twitching yet, Naruto knows it’s still safe to talk. Not to say he would’ve kept silent even if the telltale twitch made an appearance. The art of teasing Sasuke is a difficult skill he’s worked hard to perfect, very hard in fact, jumping on every chance to improve, and he can’t help the grin that only continues to grow at the blush totally ruining Sasuke’s glare.
“I mean, the idea of you wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone who’s not me, I’m still trying to decide whether or not I should be concerned about the nature of this confession.”
“I was five. And it was-he was...” Shifting on the bench, Sasuke reaches for the plastic fork sticking out from the disposable takeout container in Naruto’s lap. He stabs at the only piece of spicy barbecue chicken not drenched in mayonnaise and stuffs the bite-sized portion in his mouth, both cheeks bloated like one of those pet chipmunks Naruto used to imitate as a kid that one time he spent a few weeks with his uncle in Hokkaido.
Taking too long to chew, finally, Sasuke swallows with a defeated sigh. “I was five,” he murmurs, head held high while pointedly looking away.
Naruto snorts, resting his face against Sasuke’s shoulder when his body starts to shake trying to hold back another series of snickers he ends up letting out anyway. “It’s cute, though. In a really weird and creepy kind of way, I guess,” he says, laughing at Sasuke’s pinched expression as he raises his head alongside the finger that pokes Sasuke’s cheek. “But thinking of a little version of you going around confessing that you wanted to marry Itachi when you grew up...”
“I can’t believe he told you that. He wasn’t supposed to tell anybody that.” Sasuke drops his fork back into the takeout box. “Nobody outside of our family’s supposed to know about that.”
“When it comes to learning embarrassing things about you,” Naruto says, wiggling his eyebrows, “I think I’ve earned the right to be the exception by now.”
Closing his eyes, Sasuke lets out another groan.
Naruto pops a piece of chicken in his mouth, licking the excess mayonnaise near the corner of his bottom lip with a grin. “He started telling me about how you used to follow him around all the time, doing things like making him burnt food, rushing to get home from school so you could be the first one to meet him when he got back. And that note you left on his desk, the one saying you were doing your best to take care of your big brother, preparing to spend the rest of your life with him.”
“After spending four years studying here, you would think you’d want to live to see your own graduation.”
“The real kicker, though, the day your Aunt Kayou got remarried for the first time, right after the wedding, he said Tamaki was the one who suggested you guys should get married, too, because Sai scared you both into believing that if you didn’t map out your future by the time you were six, on your sixth birthday, in the middle of the night, that Orochi dragon was going to come and eat you. S-so-so, even though Itachi tried to explain why you didn’t need to marry him and Tamaki didn’t need to marry Kagami-and even after Sai got in trouble for what he did, you guys still wouldn’t sleep without one of your mom’s combs under your pillow for a month. A month. Someone like you, I never would have thought you used to be so superstitious.”
Ignoring Sasuke’s dark look growing increasingly darker, fanning his face with one hand, Naruto takes a few seconds to breathe, chest heaving beneath the strain of laughing too hard. “But oh-oh, this part right here, when Itachi told me how you guys tried to get your mom to help you find a wedding planner that would accept to plan two weddings with a budget of the couple thousand yen you both had saved up, some holographic Yu Yu Hakusho and Sailor Moon trading cards, and one of your aunt’s talking cats-now that was just price-”
With a mortified scowl, Sasuke gives Naruto a hard shove, almost making him fall off the bench. “Stop it already.”
“Hey, hey, watch out for the food, all right.” On the verge of cracking up again, Naruto readjusts the takeout box in his lap, folding over the lid to close it and setting it to the side. “I know you bought it, but I can’t afford to waste really good Korean barbecue. Especially when it’s your fault for getting me addicted to this stuff in the first place.”
“Naruto...”
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” Naruto’s still smiling, though, and he gives Sasuke a playful nudge with his shoulder. “As long as you promise not to leave me and go running off after Itachi. I don’t think Mei would be too happy with that, either. You know. Since she’s his fiancée and all.”
Again, Sasuke groans, mumbling beneath his breath something Naruto doesn’t catch. “...like you never did anything embarrassing at that age.”
“Well, actually...” Naruto laughs, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. “Don’t tell anyone this, but when I was six, there was, uh-hehe, there was this one time my dad caught me trying on my mom’s clothes.”
An eyebrow rises with Sasuke’s mock questioning look that’s more teasing than anything else. “Something you want to tell me?”
Naruto grins wide, if not a little bit smug. “You already know I’m all man under this.”
With a snort, Sasuke rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t try to hide the small smile that slips through.
“It wasn’t like I could actually fit the clothes or anything. My mom said my dad started freaking out, but she thought it was cute. Even helped me get into one of these really pretty dresses she’d brought back from Italy. She still has the pictures she took, too. Sakura and Ino used to make fun of me for it, after they found the pictures while they were going through our photo albums for some school thing.” A thoughtful expression crosses his face, and Naruto gives a simple shrug. “It’s not so embarrassing anymore, though. Looking back, I’m okay with it now. I was just doing the kind of thing kids do at that age, so...”
“No. In your case, it just proves you’ve been depraved since you were that young.”
“All of a sudden you think I’m depraved?” Scooting closer, Naruto leans over for a kiss Sasuke draws back from. “What?”
A finger trailing beneath Naruto’s chin, Sasuke tips Naruto’s head back a little, then slowly, ridiculously slow, he begins to pull his hand away.
Licking his lips, Naruto takes a quick look around the expansive park. Surveying the surrounding trees, he follows the fence made of short wooden posts bordering the wide paved walkway leading past the lake, settling his gaze back on Sasuke. “We’re not in public if it’s just us.” A small frown turns down the corners of his mouth. “Being alone like this, you never had a problem kissing me before.”
There’s a slight tilt to his head as Sasuke pushes away the hair framing the side of his face, giving him the tiniest little grin. “Because your mouth didn’t reek of kimchi mayonnaise then.”
Returning the grin with a smile, Naruto relaxes into a comfortable slump against the back of the bench. He scratches the side of his nose with a finger. “So it’s like that, huh?”
“Mm-hm.”
“Well, if that’s the way it’s going to be...” Gaze darting to the side, in a careless gesture, Naruto draws out a long sigh, stretching out both arms and folding them behind his head. “Then I guess I shouldn’t mention that Itachi told me about the time you were four, when you took out your paint set and painted your whole face white and blue after your parents took you to see that Yoshitsune play with the fox guy, because you were seriously convinced you wanted to be a kabuki dan-”
He’s cut short by the firm grip from the fingers clutching the front of his shirt and pulling him forward, without thinking leaning toward the low voice that somehow still sounds too far away despite the feeling of being unbearably close when Sasuke’s breath tickles the skin right above his upper lip.
“Do you really have to be so annoying?” Dark eyes watch him, half-lidded, real soft, bearing the reserved kind of fond look Naruto’s already so familiar with that still has the power to make him a little more dazed than he’d like to admit.
But his mouth acts on its own accord, quick to breach the short distance between them, meeting Sasuke’s lips to steal a kiss that leaves Sasuke blinking in surprise. “Yeah,” he breathes, grins and leans in again with a hand over the side of Sasuke’s face that brings him close and continues to hold him even him closer. “...I do.”
Carrying on, yes, as much as I’m infatuated with this song that became an excuse for needless fluff, I almost want a Korean version. Though insufferably cute the Japanese lyrics may be. And glob, does the chorus make me squee with inane glee. I'd seriously encode the music within this fic if I could. No, really. I would. Because in the off chance Bruno Mars ever wrote a j-pop song, maybe this would be that song.
But this one came to me while I was in the middle of writing silly smut (which is probably why I got sick), and it was like, boom boom boom pow-right in the kisser. Always starting new things is the reason why old things I'm supposed to do never get done did. Obviously, I have no control over that. *looks away*
Anyway. Point. There are two things that have the potential to really embarrass Sasuke in this series: most situations regarding his childhood and Naruto being candidly cheesy. This fic concerns the former. And yeah, while I realise the whole premise is banal, gdi, it’s my party, and I’ll write Sasuke and Itachi close if I want to. As well as writing Sasuke and Naruto as such huge flirts. Because I fail at writing canon. Also, Sai gets a short mention. I really think here he would so do what he did to Sasuke and Tamaki and get such a kick out of it.
Oh, and the mythology stuff, like the whole Naruto calling Sasuke Himiko thing, I just threw it in there. Because the Uchiha were such a dump place for Japanese lore/old school Japan, and I'll always wish Kishi went further with it. Especially with the Mikoto/Kushina connection. My secret OTP
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Characters: Naruto/Sasuke
Rating: PG
Words: 1755
Summary: "I’ve never seen this possessive side of you before."
“Why do you always have to be so annoying?”
“I’m not being annoying. I’m trying to be realistic here. Seriously, what if he calls me first? You actually expect me not to answer him?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Block his number. There’s no reason for him to call you.”
Slowly, Naruto’s mouth begins to curl into a smile. “You really do have a complex, don’t you?”
Legs supporting both elbows, Sasuke drops his head, hiding his face behind his hands, but they do little to stifle a loud groan that sounds suspiciously close to being a threat promising bodily harm.
“I’ve never seen this possessive side of you before,” Naruto whispers, lowering his mouth to hover near Sasuke’s ear despite the elbow that half-heartedly tries to nudge him away. “It’s a very new thing to me.”
“...shut up, Naruto.”
Sitting up, Naruto laughs. “And here I thought you’d be happy with the two of us getting along.”
“Not over something like this,” Sasuke hisses. He lets his arms fall, lifting his head with narrowed eyes all but boring holes into Naruto’s skull. “I’m serious. You’re not allowed to speak to him anymore.”
“But this whole possibility-of-you-still-being-hung-up-on-your-first-crush thing...”
“Just...just stop.” Sasuke grits his teeth, the faint flush colouring his face not hidden by the shade from the trees high above them. “Stop talking.”
Since Sasuke’s left eye hasn’t started twitching yet, Naruto knows it’s still safe to talk. Not to say he would’ve kept silent even if the telltale twitch made an appearance. The art of teasing Sasuke is a difficult skill he’s worked hard to perfect, very hard in fact, jumping on every chance to improve, and he can’t help the grin that only continues to grow at the blush totally ruining Sasuke’s glare.
“I mean, the idea of you wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone who’s not me, I’m still trying to decide whether or not I should be concerned about the nature of this confession.”
“I was five. And it was-he was...” Shifting on the bench, Sasuke reaches for the plastic fork sticking out from the disposable takeout container in Naruto’s lap. He stabs at the only piece of spicy barbecue chicken not drenched in mayonnaise and stuffs the bite-sized portion in his mouth, both cheeks bloated like one of those pet chipmunks Naruto used to imitate as a kid that one time he spent a few weeks with his uncle in Hokkaido.
Taking too long to chew, finally, Sasuke swallows with a defeated sigh. “I was five,” he murmurs, head held high while pointedly looking away.
Naruto snorts, resting his face against Sasuke’s shoulder when his body starts to shake trying to hold back another series of snickers he ends up letting out anyway. “It’s cute, though. In a really weird and creepy kind of way, I guess,” he says, laughing at Sasuke’s pinched expression as he raises his head alongside the finger that pokes Sasuke’s cheek. “But thinking of a little version of you going around confessing that you wanted to marry Itachi when you grew up...”
“I can’t believe he told you that. He wasn’t supposed to tell anybody that.” Sasuke drops his fork back into the takeout box. “Nobody outside of our family’s supposed to know about that.”
“When it comes to learning embarrassing things about you,” Naruto says, wiggling his eyebrows, “I think I’ve earned the right to be the exception by now.”
Closing his eyes, Sasuke lets out another groan.
Naruto pops a piece of chicken in his mouth, licking the excess mayonnaise near the corner of his bottom lip with a grin. “He started telling me about how you used to follow him around all the time, doing things like making him burnt food, rushing to get home from school so you could be the first one to meet him when he got back. And that note you left on his desk, the one saying you were doing your best to take care of your big brother, preparing to spend the rest of your life with him.”
“After spending four years studying here, you would think you’d want to live to see your own graduation.”
“The real kicker, though, the day your Aunt Kayou got remarried for the first time, right after the wedding, he said Tamaki was the one who suggested you guys should get married, too, because Sai scared you both into believing that if you didn’t map out your future by the time you were six, on your sixth birthday, in the middle of the night, that Orochi dragon was going to come and eat you. S-so-so, even though Itachi tried to explain why you didn’t need to marry him and Tamaki didn’t need to marry Kagami-and even after Sai got in trouble for what he did, you guys still wouldn’t sleep without one of your mom’s combs under your pillow for a month. A month. Someone like you, I never would have thought you used to be so superstitious.”
Ignoring Sasuke’s dark look growing increasingly darker, fanning his face with one hand, Naruto takes a few seconds to breathe, chest heaving beneath the strain of laughing too hard. “But oh-oh, this part right here, when Itachi told me how you guys tried to get your mom to help you find a wedding planner that would accept to plan two weddings with a budget of the couple thousand yen you both had saved up, some holographic Yu Yu Hakusho and Sailor Moon trading cards, and one of your aunt’s talking cats-now that was just price-”
With a mortified scowl, Sasuke gives Naruto a hard shove, almost making him fall off the bench. “Stop it already.”
“Hey, hey, watch out for the food, all right.” On the verge of cracking up again, Naruto readjusts the takeout box in his lap, folding over the lid to close it and setting it to the side. “I know you bought it, but I can’t afford to waste really good Korean barbecue. Especially when it’s your fault for getting me addicted to this stuff in the first place.”
“Naruto...”
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” Naruto’s still smiling, though, and he gives Sasuke a playful nudge with his shoulder. “As long as you promise not to leave me and go running off after Itachi. I don’t think Mei would be too happy with that, either. You know. Since she’s his fiancée and all.”
Again, Sasuke groans, mumbling beneath his breath something Naruto doesn’t catch. “...like you never did anything embarrassing at that age.”
“Well, actually...” Naruto laughs, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. “Don’t tell anyone this, but when I was six, there was, uh-hehe, there was this one time my dad caught me trying on my mom’s clothes.”
An eyebrow rises with Sasuke’s mock questioning look that’s more teasing than anything else. “Something you want to tell me?”
Naruto grins wide, if not a little bit smug. “You already know I’m all man under this.”
With a snort, Sasuke rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t try to hide the small smile that slips through.
“It wasn’t like I could actually fit the clothes or anything. My mom said my dad started freaking out, but she thought it was cute. Even helped me get into one of these really pretty dresses she’d brought back from Italy. She still has the pictures she took, too. Sakura and Ino used to make fun of me for it, after they found the pictures while they were going through our photo albums for some school thing.” A thoughtful expression crosses his face, and Naruto gives a simple shrug. “It’s not so embarrassing anymore, though. Looking back, I’m okay with it now. I was just doing the kind of thing kids do at that age, so...”
“No. In your case, it just proves you’ve been depraved since you were that young.”
“All of a sudden you think I’m depraved?” Scooting closer, Naruto leans over for a kiss Sasuke draws back from. “What?”
A finger trailing beneath Naruto’s chin, Sasuke tips Naruto’s head back a little, then slowly, ridiculously slow, he begins to pull his hand away.
Licking his lips, Naruto takes a quick look around the expansive park. Surveying the surrounding trees, he follows the fence made of short wooden posts bordering the wide paved walkway leading past the lake, settling his gaze back on Sasuke. “We’re not in public if it’s just us.” A small frown turns down the corners of his mouth. “Being alone like this, you never had a problem kissing me before.”
There’s a slight tilt to his head as Sasuke pushes away the hair framing the side of his face, giving him the tiniest little grin. “Because your mouth didn’t reek of kimchi mayonnaise then.”
Returning the grin with a smile, Naruto relaxes into a comfortable slump against the back of the bench. He scratches the side of his nose with a finger. “So it’s like that, huh?”
“Mm-hm.”
“Well, if that’s the way it’s going to be...” Gaze darting to the side, in a careless gesture, Naruto draws out a long sigh, stretching out both arms and folding them behind his head. “Then I guess I shouldn’t mention that Itachi told me about the time you were four, when you took out your paint set and painted your whole face white and blue after your parents took you to see that Yoshitsune play with the fox guy, because you were seriously convinced you wanted to be a kabuki dan-”
He’s cut short by the firm grip from the fingers clutching the front of his shirt and pulling him forward, without thinking leaning toward the low voice that somehow still sounds too far away despite the feeling of being unbearably close when Sasuke’s breath tickles the skin right above his upper lip.
“Do you really have to be so annoying?” Dark eyes watch him, half-lidded, real soft, bearing the reserved kind of fond look Naruto’s already so familiar with that still has the power to make him a little more dazed than he’d like to admit.
But his mouth acts on its own accord, quick to breach the short distance between them, meeting Sasuke’s lips to steal a kiss that leaves Sasuke blinking in surprise. “Yeah,” he breathes, grins and leans in again with a hand over the side of Sasuke’s face that brings him close and continues to hold him even him closer. “...I do.”