A glimpse of past [PG-13; Naruto/Sasuke]
Title: A glimpse of past
By: worblehat
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Naruto/Sasuke
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Written with starfreckled's prompt: old notebooks.
Summary: Highschool AU. >.> Naruto finds something of Sasuke's. Semi-cracky.
Word Count: 1,048
Naruto sat on Sasuke's bed, sighing. He felt nervous in unknown territory; usually they would go to his house after school. It was only the second time that they'd snuck into Sasuke's house, and the walls were still as cold as Naruto remembered.
The last time he was here had been two years ago, when they'd shared their first kiss, hurried and awkward as Itachi had rapped on the door just as he opened it, smirking at twin, blushing faces. Sasuke had sworn, which had done nothing except increase the delight in Itachi's eyes. When Sasuke had suggested they keep to Naruto's house instead, he'd had no qualms with it.
He stood and stretched, looking around at a near-bare room, white walls plain and a little sad. Sasuke's desk was the same off-white colour, drawers sliding out neatly as Naruto rifled through them with an amused smirk. He reached down to the last one, looking at the titles of a few books before his eyes caught on two bright blue books, Sasuke's name scrawled messily on top.
Ambling back towards the bed, a smile crept slowly across Naruto's lips as he opened the first book, placing the other one next to him on the white coverlet. He thumbed through the first few pages - lists of fractions, sprinkled with spelling tests and homework scores.
He was just about to turn to the next one when a picture of a house, surrounded by dragons, butterflies and something that looked like a troll made him pause.
The Prince and the Tomato Soup
Naruto stifled a chuckle as he leaned back against a pillow and read on.
Once upon a time, there was a prince. His name was Sasuke and he fought dragons and trolls and people who didn't shower regularly.
One day a challenger came to his castle with turbo lights and swords.
"I'm here to take your tomato soup!" said the bad guy.
"Noooooooooo!" said prince Sasuke.
Then the bad guy took out his sword but wasn't good at swording so Sasuke pulled out a bigger sword but didn't kill him because killing is wrong and anyway the bad guy wasn't really that bad, he just liked to steal so prince Sasuke told him not to do it anymore and the bad guy said okay.
The end.
Under the last line, someone with neat writing had marked: "This is a run-on sentence, and 'swording' isn't a word. But otherwise, very inspired! 8/10."
Naruto burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?"
He looked up to see Sasuke staring at him, a look of distrust on his face. "Nothing..."
"..."
"...Prince Sasuke," Naruto finished, laughing hysterically.
"Let me see that," snapped Sasuke, taking the book from Naruto, his eyes scanning the page quickly. He took a seat next to Naruto on the bed, closed the notebook, and promptly smacked the blond in the arm with it.
"Ouch!" cried Naruto. "What was that for?"
"Being nosy."
"You hit me too much," muttered Naruto, annoyed yet still amused at the look on Sasuke's face. He reached for the other notebook, crawling to the other edge of the bed, far away from Sasuke.
"Give that to me," said Sasuke coldly.
Ignoring him, Naruto opened the notebook, looking inside. This one was much the same, with figures written up and down the sides, small drawings on the corner tabs, and one story on the last page.
"When I grow up..." read Naruto aloud.
"If you don't stop reading that..."
Naruto glanced at him, cleared his throat, and started over.
"When I grow up, I'm going to be a ninja. And then I'm going to kill Itachi because I don't like him and he keeps stealing my comic books.
I don't want to get married because girls follow me all the time and it makes me afraid when I'm on the toilet.
And I'll have a real best friend, just like everyone else."
Naruto's chuckles subsided. "You told me Suigetsu was your best friend," he said quietly.
"Suigetsu's an asshole," said Sasuke, annoyed. "He's the one who kept trying to get people to walk in on me in the bathroom."
"...Oh."
Naruto sat up, placing the notebooks gingerly in Sasuke's lap, wrapping himself around the brooding figure before him. "Sasuke?"
"What." His tone was flat and unreadable.
Naruto nuzzled his neck. "I bet you were really cute when you were little."
"Shut up."
The blond laughed. "I bet you were just as grumpy, too." Sasuke muttered darkly; Naruto slipped his fingers through thinner ones. "I didn't have a best friend, either, y'know."
"I know." Sasuke squeezed gently and Naruto smiled.
"Hey, Sasuke."
"What?" His voice was gentler now, less burdened than before.
"Wanna be my best friend?"
Sasuke shifted, cheek grazing Naruto's, pressing warm lips to his temple. "I'll consider it," he said, "if you help me kill Itachi."
"...Um. I'll think about it?"
"He has my last issue of X-Men," grumbled Sasuke.
"You still read comics?" asked Naruto, surprised.
Sasuke pulled back, staring at Naruto with an angry look on his face. His features slowly softened as the other boy cupped his cheek, eyes closing as their lips met.
"Don't think you're going to get out of killing him that easily," murmured Sasuke as Naruto's lips trailed down his neck in wet kisses. He hissed as sharp teeth grazed his skin, hand squeezing Naruto's thigh.
"Don't tell me what to do..."
A small shiver snaked down Sasuke's spine. He knew that tone; thoughts of comics and fratricide were momentarily driven from his mind as Naruto pushed him back against the bed, straddling his hips; watching the carefree face above as one hand slid against his chest.
"...Princess Sasuke," snorted Naruto.
"Get off of me."
Hands clamped down firmly onto Sasuke's wrists, tugging them above his head. Naruto leaned down, kissing him sweetly.
"I'm going to seriously hurt you for this later," whispered Sasuke as Naruto's mouth slid down his chest. "You know that, right?"
"Mmhmm," Naruto answered with disinterest, his tongue pushing just beneath Sasuke's boxers.
"Well...just as long as we're clear," gasped Sasuke, gripping the pillow beneath his head tightly and giving over to the heat of Naruto's touch.
By: worblehat
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Naruto/Sasuke
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Written with starfreckled's prompt: old notebooks.
Summary: Highschool AU. >.> Naruto finds something of Sasuke's. Semi-cracky.
Word Count: 1,048
Naruto sat on Sasuke's bed, sighing. He felt nervous in unknown territory; usually they would go to his house after school. It was only the second time that they'd snuck into Sasuke's house, and the walls were still as cold as Naruto remembered.
The last time he was here had been two years ago, when they'd shared their first kiss, hurried and awkward as Itachi had rapped on the door just as he opened it, smirking at twin, blushing faces. Sasuke had sworn, which had done nothing except increase the delight in Itachi's eyes. When Sasuke had suggested they keep to Naruto's house instead, he'd had no qualms with it.
He stood and stretched, looking around at a near-bare room, white walls plain and a little sad. Sasuke's desk was the same off-white colour, drawers sliding out neatly as Naruto rifled through them with an amused smirk. He reached down to the last one, looking at the titles of a few books before his eyes caught on two bright blue books, Sasuke's name scrawled messily on top.
Ambling back towards the bed, a smile crept slowly across Naruto's lips as he opened the first book, placing the other one next to him on the white coverlet. He thumbed through the first few pages - lists of fractions, sprinkled with spelling tests and homework scores.
He was just about to turn to the next one when a picture of a house, surrounded by dragons, butterflies and something that looked like a troll made him pause.
The Prince and the Tomato Soup
Naruto stifled a chuckle as he leaned back against a pillow and read on.
Once upon a time, there was a prince. His name was Sasuke and he fought dragons and trolls and people who didn't shower regularly.
One day a challenger came to his castle with turbo lights and swords.
"I'm here to take your tomato soup!" said the bad guy.
"Noooooooooo!" said prince Sasuke.
Then the bad guy took out his sword but wasn't good at swording so Sasuke pulled out a bigger sword but didn't kill him because killing is wrong and anyway the bad guy wasn't really that bad, he just liked to steal so prince Sasuke told him not to do it anymore and the bad guy said okay.
The end.
Under the last line, someone with neat writing had marked: "This is a run-on sentence, and 'swording' isn't a word. But otherwise, very inspired! 8/10."
Naruto burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?"
He looked up to see Sasuke staring at him, a look of distrust on his face. "Nothing..."
"..."
"...Prince Sasuke," Naruto finished, laughing hysterically.
"Let me see that," snapped Sasuke, taking the book from Naruto, his eyes scanning the page quickly. He took a seat next to Naruto on the bed, closed the notebook, and promptly smacked the blond in the arm with it.
"Ouch!" cried Naruto. "What was that for?"
"Being nosy."
"You hit me too much," muttered Naruto, annoyed yet still amused at the look on Sasuke's face. He reached for the other notebook, crawling to the other edge of the bed, far away from Sasuke.
"Give that to me," said Sasuke coldly.
Ignoring him, Naruto opened the notebook, looking inside. This one was much the same, with figures written up and down the sides, small drawings on the corner tabs, and one story on the last page.
"When I grow up..." read Naruto aloud.
"If you don't stop reading that..."
Naruto glanced at him, cleared his throat, and started over.
"When I grow up, I'm going to be a ninja. And then I'm going to kill Itachi because I don't like him and he keeps stealing my comic books.
I don't want to get married because girls follow me all the time and it makes me afraid when I'm on the toilet.
And I'll have a real best friend, just like everyone else."
Naruto's chuckles subsided. "You told me Suigetsu was your best friend," he said quietly.
"Suigetsu's an asshole," said Sasuke, annoyed. "He's the one who kept trying to get people to walk in on me in the bathroom."
"...Oh."
Naruto sat up, placing the notebooks gingerly in Sasuke's lap, wrapping himself around the brooding figure before him. "Sasuke?"
"What." His tone was flat and unreadable.
Naruto nuzzled his neck. "I bet you were really cute when you were little."
"Shut up."
The blond laughed. "I bet you were just as grumpy, too." Sasuke muttered darkly; Naruto slipped his fingers through thinner ones. "I didn't have a best friend, either, y'know."
"I know." Sasuke squeezed gently and Naruto smiled.
"Hey, Sasuke."
"What?" His voice was gentler now, less burdened than before.
"Wanna be my best friend?"
Sasuke shifted, cheek grazing Naruto's, pressing warm lips to his temple. "I'll consider it," he said, "if you help me kill Itachi."
"...Um. I'll think about it?"
"He has my last issue of X-Men," grumbled Sasuke.
"You still read comics?" asked Naruto, surprised.
Sasuke pulled back, staring at Naruto with an angry look on his face. His features slowly softened as the other boy cupped his cheek, eyes closing as their lips met.
"Don't think you're going to get out of killing him that easily," murmured Sasuke as Naruto's lips trailed down his neck in wet kisses. He hissed as sharp teeth grazed his skin, hand squeezing Naruto's thigh.
"Don't tell me what to do..."
A small shiver snaked down Sasuke's spine. He knew that tone; thoughts of comics and fratricide were momentarily driven from his mind as Naruto pushed him back against the bed, straddling his hips; watching the carefree face above as one hand slid against his chest.
"...Princess Sasuke," snorted Naruto.
"Get off of me."
Hands clamped down firmly onto Sasuke's wrists, tugging them above his head. Naruto leaned down, kissing him sweetly.
"I'm going to seriously hurt you for this later," whispered Sasuke as Naruto's mouth slid down his chest. "You know that, right?"
"Mmhmm," Naruto answered with disinterest, his tongue pushing just beneath Sasuke's boxers.
"Well...just as long as we're clear," gasped Sasuke, gripping the pillow beneath his head tightly and giving over to the heat of Naruto's touch.