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The Will of Fire Still Burns

s4 Ep19
The Will of Fire Still Burns

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"Y/NNNNNNNN WAKE UP!"
someone shouted into my ear.

I immediately slapped them.

A shriek as they tumbled down.

I opened my eyes, glaring at the person.
I then smiled.
"Hey, Naruto,"
I said with a grin.

"Hey," he grumbled, standing up.

"Whatcha doing?"
I asked, sitting up.

"Could I stay here for the night? We can get ramen in the morning!"
he said, his mouth watering.

I turned towards the window, slightly confused.
It was night, fully dark outside.

"How'd you even get in here?"
I asked.

"We came here after meeting with Iruka-Sensei, remember?
Then you got tired and fell asleep. Now I'm asking if I could stay,"
he said with a grin.

I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Why?"
I asked. Of course I would let him stay, I just wanted to bug him first.

He glanced around, as if making up an excuse. Then, he finally let out a sigh.
"Its lonely and dark in my room," he said softly.

"Since Sasuke is spending the night at the hospital, could I stay here?" he asked sheepishly.

I grinned, laughing at his unsure face.
"Yeah, sure. You can stay," I said, looking around so I could see where I would make space for him.

"Wait, really?!"
He exclaimed, a grin appearing on his face.

"Of course, I trust you, and you like Sakura so were not gonna go through that crap," I said with a smile.

He grinned and quickly jumped onto the bed. I pushed him away before he could land on me.

He giggled, sitting next to me.

Thats when an idea popped into my head.

"Naruto! We should make a book!"
I exclaimed. He tilted his head in question.

"I made a book with Sasuke about all our adventures. We should make one about us!"

He nodded with great excitement and so, that was the start of our book.

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Naruto slept on Sasuke's side of the bed that night.

I trusted Naruto. He was my best friend.

I turned on my side, facing Naruto. He was laying on his back, looking at the ceiling.

"Your bed is way more comfortable than mine. That's unfair," he grumbled.

I laughed at his expression.
"You probably need a new bed then," I said with a smile.

He nodded, seeming to consider it. Then, a giggle escaped his lips.

"I get to have a sleepover with my best friend," he said in between his giggles.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, you do," I said, soon smiling as I saw his grin.

He moved to face me, the grin still plastered on his face.

"Thank you for being my best friend, Y/n. I mean it!" He said. "Thank you for being mine," I told him, rolling over and laying atop him.

Instead of grumbling and pushing me away, he giggled like a sleep deprived idiot.

"Goodnight," we told each other. And, surprisingly, we actually slept like that.