Comments | soul_logs: i can't tell you what it is, i can only tell you what it feels like.

hatedriven in soul_logs

i can't tell you what it is, i can only tell you what it feels like.

Dec 28, 2011 20:44

Characters: Sasuke & Naruto
Location: DCH, Building 2, Apt C/D
Rating: R?
Time: Jan 12, evening
Description: Sasuke and Naruto have a confrontation. Feels and injuries ensue.

( and right now it's a steel knife in my windpipe. )

naruto uzumaki, sasuke uchiha

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ramenandawesome December 29 2011, 05:08:45 UTC

He's been moving all day.

Not even all day all day, but all day since before the sun had even considered rising. There was no one to ask for help, but even that, he supposed, was alright. Because every inch of this had been his idea, and every inch of it looked like it could only end in disaster- but somewhere in the middle, someplace quiet and dark, Naruto was sure it would work out. Which is why he'd been up to his neck in boxes, and run himself into exhaustion for hours upon hours- why now, as he's coming in from his last errand of the evening, he can't think of a single thing he wants more than a bowl of ramen and a nice hot bath.

Neither of which, it looks like he'll be getting, given the look on Sasuke's face as soon as he makes it inside.

The groceries shift in his arms, a rustle of paper as his weight shifts, and he lifts a foot. Naruto nudges the door closed behind him before toeing off his sandals, but never once tears his gaze away from the boy in front of him.

hatedriven December 29 2011, 05:14:14 UTC

Sasuke watches, levels his gaze on Naruto. He can't know what he looks like- he's long since been aware of the way he comes off to other people, save careless or violent- but in this moment everything about Sasuke is charged. A tension that holds his body so tightly that the fact he's walking on a wire about to snap is nearly touchable in the silence of the apartment.

"Naruto," He says, somewhere between accusation, expectation, and greeting.

ramenandawesome December 29 2011, 05:31:32 UTC

"Sasuke."

He's never been good at this. In truth, Naruto knows he's never been good at lots of things, but he's out of his depth here. Using words as weapons. The step that follows, of his bare foot meeting the carpet, out of the foyer is deliberate. A declaration between them.

His back turns to other nin as he makes his way to the kitchen, side stepping a pile of boxes as he slides the bags onto the counter.

hatedriven December 29 2011, 05:37:06 UTC

Naruto turns his back on him, and while Sasuke knows it's only to put the groceries away, that feeling rears it's ugly head again. His gaze sharpens, and he steps after Naruto, as though the boy was walking out on him and not simply walking into the kitchen.

"What the hell makes you think I want to live with any of you?" His words might be defensive, but he delivers them offensively- like he's picking a fight. And he thinks, maybe, he is, because the screaming hasn't stopped and he doesn't know how else to battle it down.

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