[Fic] Just An Ordinary Day: Drabble #33
Title: Just An Ordinary Day
Main Pairing: SasuNaru
Rating: PG
Summary: Sugar highs, puppies and lovers' tiffs... It's just another ordinary day for Uchiha Sasuke and Uzumaki Naruto. A series of drabbles on their relationship with each other and the people around them.
Drabble Title: Waffles
Genre: Angst/Romance
Summary: Unwanted memories.
Sasuke rolled his tired shoulders in hopes that it would ease the ache. It had been a long day, and he was exhausted. At least he was home now. The mere thought of the person waiting for him there improved his black temper slightly.
Quietly, he entered his ancestral home and closed the door. The house was silent except for the faint noises coming from the vicinity of the kitchen. Praying that Naruto wasn’t making ramen again, Sasuke headed to where his lover was.
He leaned against the doorway and feasted his eyes on the sunny haired boy. A sight for sore eyes indeed… Naruto alternated between muttering to himself and humming under his breath as he worked, oblivious that he was being watched. Sasuke was so immersed in watching the beautiful boy that he only realized what said boy was making until the sweet scent of pastry reached his nostrils.
His dark eyes widened at the memories that were awakened by the smell. He shoved himself off the doorway.
“You’re making…waffles?”
Naruto started and turned. He grinned at the sight of his lover, and was about to welcome him home when he saw the expression on the Uchiha’s face. The grin faltered.
“Uh…I asked Hinata to teach me how to make them… You want some?” Naruto asked, holding out a plate of freshly made waffles, offering it to Sasuke. A spasm of anger flitted across the dark haired boy’s handsome face.
“Sasuke? What’s wro-”
With a flick of his wrist, Sasuke sent the plate and its contents flying towards the wall.
“I hate waffles!” he snarled at a wide-eyed Naruto, unconsciously activating his sharingan.
Naruto opened and closed his mouth several times. Sasuke’s eyes returned to their normal state as he calmed down, but to his dismay, tears were welling up in his lover’s hurt filled blue eyes. Naruto refused to let them fall though - he had his pride to uphold too. Wordlessly, lower lip trembling, he moved to clean up the mess the taller shinobi had made.
Sasuke watched his lover’s small form bent over the waffles, shaking from trying not to cry, and felt every bit the bastard they called him.
Naruto was startled for the second time of the day when a pair of strong arms encircled him from behind. He tried to shrug them off, but Sasuke held tight.
“I’m sorry…. I’m so sorry.”
Naruto thought that it was ironic how Sasuke’s kindness, and not his harsh words, was what held the power to make him cry. He turned and buried his face against his lover’s chest, sniffling.
“You bastard…” he whispered in a wobbly tone, feeling Sasuke plant kisses in his hair and hands rubbing his back soothingly.
“Itachi used to make them for me.” Naruto looked up. Sasuke was smiling grimly. “He made me some every morning if he wasn’t on missions.”
Naruto’s small hands cupped Sasuke’s face, giving him his silent comfort.
“It just reminded me of him. I’m sorry…” Sasuke took Naruto’s fingers and kissed them apologetically. “It’s been a hard day, and I’m not in the best of moods.”
They stayed that way for a while longer - both kneeling on the cold kitchen floor, Sasuke holding Naruto against him tightly. Naruto’s sniffles subsided, and Sasuke pulled him to his feet gently.
“I think…I’d like to try some of your waffles,” he said haltingly. “I’m quite hungry, actually.”
Naruto’s fair brows rose. “You hate waffles.”
Sasuke shrugged and kissed the shorter boy’s forehead.
“I could learn to like yours, Naruto.”
End.
Main Pairing: SasuNaru
Rating: PG
Summary: Sugar highs, puppies and lovers' tiffs... It's just another ordinary day for Uchiha Sasuke and Uzumaki Naruto. A series of drabbles on their relationship with each other and the people around them.
Drabble Title: Waffles
Genre: Angst/Romance
Summary: Unwanted memories.
Sasuke rolled his tired shoulders in hopes that it would ease the ache. It had been a long day, and he was exhausted. At least he was home now. The mere thought of the person waiting for him there improved his black temper slightly.
Quietly, he entered his ancestral home and closed the door. The house was silent except for the faint noises coming from the vicinity of the kitchen. Praying that Naruto wasn’t making ramen again, Sasuke headed to where his lover was.
He leaned against the doorway and feasted his eyes on the sunny haired boy. A sight for sore eyes indeed… Naruto alternated between muttering to himself and humming under his breath as he worked, oblivious that he was being watched. Sasuke was so immersed in watching the beautiful boy that he only realized what said boy was making until the sweet scent of pastry reached his nostrils.
His dark eyes widened at the memories that were awakened by the smell. He shoved himself off the doorway.
“You’re making…waffles?”
Naruto started and turned. He grinned at the sight of his lover, and was about to welcome him home when he saw the expression on the Uchiha’s face. The grin faltered.
“Uh…I asked Hinata to teach me how to make them… You want some?” Naruto asked, holding out a plate of freshly made waffles, offering it to Sasuke. A spasm of anger flitted across the dark haired boy’s handsome face.
“Sasuke? What’s wro-”
With a flick of his wrist, Sasuke sent the plate and its contents flying towards the wall.
“I hate waffles!” he snarled at a wide-eyed Naruto, unconsciously activating his sharingan.
Naruto opened and closed his mouth several times. Sasuke’s eyes returned to their normal state as he calmed down, but to his dismay, tears were welling up in his lover’s hurt filled blue eyes. Naruto refused to let them fall though - he had his pride to uphold too. Wordlessly, lower lip trembling, he moved to clean up the mess the taller shinobi had made.
Sasuke watched his lover’s small form bent over the waffles, shaking from trying not to cry, and felt every bit the bastard they called him.
Naruto was startled for the second time of the day when a pair of strong arms encircled him from behind. He tried to shrug them off, but Sasuke held tight.
“I’m sorry…. I’m so sorry.”
Naruto thought that it was ironic how Sasuke’s kindness, and not his harsh words, was what held the power to make him cry. He turned and buried his face against his lover’s chest, sniffling.
“You bastard…” he whispered in a wobbly tone, feeling Sasuke plant kisses in his hair and hands rubbing his back soothingly.
“Itachi used to make them for me.” Naruto looked up. Sasuke was smiling grimly. “He made me some every morning if he wasn’t on missions.”
Naruto’s small hands cupped Sasuke’s face, giving him his silent comfort.
“It just reminded me of him. I’m sorry…” Sasuke took Naruto’s fingers and kissed them apologetically. “It’s been a hard day, and I’m not in the best of moods.”
They stayed that way for a while longer - both kneeling on the cold kitchen floor, Sasuke holding Naruto against him tightly. Naruto’s sniffles subsided, and Sasuke pulled him to his feet gently.
“I think…I’d like to try some of your waffles,” he said haltingly. “I’m quite hungry, actually.”
Naruto’s fair brows rose. “You hate waffles.”
Sasuke shrugged and kissed the shorter boy’s forehead.
“I could learn to like yours, Naruto.”
End.