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[It's just after dawn on Saturday morning, a day or two after Sasuke's gotten back from his "mallynap." He's checked back through the network, and yeah, he noticed some things that he missed. He spent the better part of a day being pissed at himself for being bothered by it.]

[But Friday found him still bothered (still pissed), so just as the light warms up to colors from dull white the next morning, Sasuke finds himself crouched on the porch roof outside Naruto's window, rapping knuckles lightly on the glass.]

[He was still sleeping, but after having the crap scared out of him several times due to half dressed ninjas simply appearing in his room, Naruto had trained himself to react to unusual noises and tapping at his window would certainly be one of them.

Sitting up and letting out a yawn, he slides out of bed and shuffles on over towards the window. Who the hell was waking him up at this time?]

....Sasuke?

[Okay, he's suddenly a lot more awake than he was a few seconds ago, as he pulls the window open.]

Don't tell me I woke you, dobe?

[There's none of the usual bite in Sasuke's words; they're quiet, and while he has a smirk on his face, it's... gentle. If a smirk can be that.]

I'd expect you out training by now.

I was just about to get up, okay?

[Nah he totally woke up only thirty seconds ago. There is no usual insult or grumbling following his words though, mostly due to surprise that it's Sasuke at his window (and maybe partly due to grogginess.)]

How come you're here?

[Yeah about that.]

[Sasuke takes a last quick glance over his shoulder before leaning into the window enough to rest an elbow on it... and then lifting up the hand that had been out of sight, which is holding the ties of a bento bag. That's a very ramen-soup-shaped bento container in the folds of the bag itself.]

Here.

Eh?

[Okay, yet another thing he wasn't expecting this morning. He steps closer to take it from Sasuke's hands. He doesn't need to open it to know it's food.]

For me? [Did Sasuke bring him breakfast?]

[???]

[Sasuke shrugs, doing a characteristically good job of looking casual. He's not exactly making eye contact though.]

I missed your birthday party, right? [Going sort-of unsaid that he missed Naruto's birthday.] Figured this was the least I could do.

[It's ramen. Good ramen, subtly flavored and with just the right ingredients in just the right proportions. It's also homemade. He's not going to point out that last part though.]

Yeah, you did y'know. Where were you?

[He had been a little peeved that Sasuke didn't show, even Itachi had, but this was already making up for it. Sasuke had brought him a birthday present and he can't help the goofy grin that spreads on his face as he moves to sit down on his bed and open it up.]

...It's ramen!

Wish I knew. Something broke my window and next thing I knew I was waking up a month later.

[Look he's trying okay. He would have at least shown up if he'd been around.]

[He leans in as Naruto opens his present, arms crossed on the windowsill. Tries to stop the little quirk at the corner of his mouth when Naruto gets so fucking excited over food. Same as ever, huh?]

I didn't guess your obsession had changed since you were twelve.

..You were gone?

[Okay, that's a little different to assuming Sasuke was just avoiding them all and being an unsociable ass.]

[He looks up briefly, surprised by that answer, but his attention soon turns back to the bowl sitting in his lap as he pulls off the lid and takes a sniff of it. The grin is still there.]

It's ramen, it's always gonna be the best food in the world. Even if we're on a different one!

[Okay WOW. Sasuke stares for a moment, and then snorts.]

Thanks for noticing.

[You run away and they'll chase you for years; you come back and they don't notice you've vanished for a month? Is that how this goes?]

[Yeah Sasuke is maybe sulking now.]

Happy late birthday or whatever.

[And turning right around to leave because wow Naruto, okay, he doesn't need this shit.]

[No no no that isn't what he meant. Okay it was what he meant, but not like that.]

[The bow of ramen, still lidless, gets placed on the bedside table so it doesn't spill and Naruto's already up and moving, hands on the windowsill as he leans out.]

I thought you were just avoiding people again! I went over there a few times but you weren't there, then I went on a mission for a bit y'know? I didn't know you were gone.

[Sasuke stops at the edge of the roof, hands in his pockets. After a moment, he turns just enough to glower sourly back over his shoulder.]

So it's fine if I avoid you here, just not if I do it back home?

[Keep digging.]

No. [Argh this is frustrating.]

C'mon Sasuke! I thought you wanted me to leave you alone, why're you complaining?

[The last couple times he stopped by you weren't exactly overly welcoming.]

Edited 2013-12-18 04:40 (UTC)

Che.

[There's no sensible way to explain this, but whatever, at least Naruto's fucking asking for once.]

If I feel like being alone, I want you to respect that. It's not about you, dobe, it's about not wanting to be around anybody.

[A pause. Sasuke turns back away, not to turn his back on Naruto so much as to let his eyes move across the sunrise. When he speaks, his words are quieter, in fact low enough to barely be above a whisper, but in the silence of dawn, Naruto should hear them.]

I don't always want to be left alone.

[Not recently. It's hard to figure out what he does want beyond that, though. It's part of why he came over. Good luck getting him to say all that out loud, though.]

[He didn't think it was just about him, but it's still good to hear it. Still leaning against the windowsill and now saying much, he opens his mouth to respond to it when he catches that last remark, just barely.

I don't always want to be alone.

He wonders if that is the case right now, after all Sasuke did come over here to see him. When he speaks again it's quieter than before, his voice no longer full of frustration as it had been a moment ago.]

Hey, Sasuke. You wanna come inside?

[There's a long silence. Sasuke deeply considers just hopping off the roof and leaving without a word. Just to teach Naruto a lesson. To even the score.]

[But he really wasn't exaggerating about not wanting to be alone.]

[It takes him a minute or two to respond, weighing making a point against making himself even more miserable than usual. (Complicating things is the part of him that's still sure he deserves the misery he's brought on himself over the last four years or more.)]

[He's not sure what it is, exactly, that tips the scale of his decision, but he turns again, facing the blond and his open window for a moment. Then, quietly:]

Sure.

[He doesn't really look at Naruto as he approaches to climb in through the window.]

[He waited so long that Naruto wasn't sure if Sasuke was going to take him up on the offer.

But he does, and Naruto offers a slight smile as he backs away from the window to let him in. He has no idea what they will actually do once they are both inside, but something. Hang out and talk? Breakfast?]

Are ya hungry?

[Sasuke shakes his head as he slips inside, eyes glancing around Naruto's room, Sharingan lit up in the dim.]

I already ate.

[He doesn't really get any farther than just inside the window, though, hands sliding into his pockets. He's not sure if he should sit, or...]

[...Really, he's still not sure how to do this hanging out thing.]

[Sasuke may not be hungry but he is, though he can wait a while since hanging out with Sasuke is better right now.

The scent of ramen reaches him and he remembers the discarded gift on his bedside table, moving to sit down on the top end of his bed and put the lid back on it for now. Maybe he'll go grab some chopsticks in a minute.]

You can sit down or something you know? You don't have to stand there.

[There's the other end of his bed, the floor, wherever.]

[Sasuke scoffs a little when Naruto puts the lid back on the ramen... though the edge of a smile's crept back onto his lips just the same. Right. Naruto. Nothing with him is exactly formal, so it probably doesn't matter that Sasuke has no idea what he's doing. He opts for the bed, partially so he can gently nudge the other teen with his elbow.]

I brought you breakfast, moron, you should eat it. It's better still warm than when you heat it up again.

[Yeah, Sasuke maybe didn't get a lot of sleep last night. The ramen is fresh.]

I thought you'd probably say something if I sat here ignoring you over ramen.

[But if Sasuke says it's okay-- it takes barely a second for him reach back over for the bowl with a grin, removing the lid once again and just frisbee-ing it back onto the sidetable as he hunts for chopsticks (he finds some, used and sitting in an empty ramen cup, but they're from last night so they are totally okay right?)]

Heh.

[He sits back down, legs crossed as he tries his first mouthful of noodles.]

...It's good!

Yeah, and instead I said something about you ignoring your birthday present. Deal with it.

[Once Naruto has started in, though, Sasuke toes off his shoes and slides further back on Naruto's bed, to sit cross-legged himself more towards the middle of the width. He still has no fucking idea what he's doing, but he's giving it a shot, right?]

Good. If you didn't like it I'd say there's something wrong with you.

[It's much better than the bowls he remembers having at Ichiraku, in Sasuke's opinion. Then again, that might be because it's one of his mother's recipes.]

[He's completely focused on the meal in front of him now, lips still curled with a hint of a smile as he continues to eat from the bowl.[

Of course I'm gonna like it, it's- [Trying to talk with noodles in your mouth is hard.] It's ramen.

...Good ramen. Where'd you get it from? [He will have to track this place down and get more.]

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