Mind games

Love

Naruto chased after Sasuke, waving his arms furiously in the air, "Oi, Sasuke!"

Sasuke didn't even pause from walking. He simply glanced over his shoulder and responded with a curt, "No, Dobe,"

"But you don't even know what I was going to ask."

"Nor do I care," Sasuke exhaled slowly, watching Naruto catch up to him.

"You teme! You're such an ass sometimes," Naruto crossed his arms over his chest and stopped moving all together.

A roll of the eyes was all he received as response from his raven haired partner. Why he put up with Naruto was a mystery to him, although Naruto always seemed to have his own ideas.

"You know you love me! You just won't admit it!"

"You just think I'm really cute. It's okay, don't be ashamed,"

"Sasuke, you don't have to be jealous because I'm stronger and better looking than you,"

A heavy sigh escaped Sasuke's lips as he realized he'd continued walking but Naruto had not, "What do you want, Naruto?"

Naruto eyes the onyx-eyed boy defensively for a minute, afraid of getting blown off. Usually he was able to convince Sasuke to do what he wanted, but it was always a struggle. They were friends, so Naruto never understood why Sasuke put up such a fight with everything.

"Let's go get some ramen!"

Sasuke rolled his eyes again, "Is there ever a time you don't want ramen?"

A hint of red brushed across Naruto's cheeks. He stuck his lower lip out indignantly and turned away from his comrade.

"Fine, let's go," Sasuke muttered, grabbing Naruto's hand and dragging him towards the ramen shop.

A grin spread across the blonde's face as he returned the grip on Sasuke's hand and bounded forwards, dragging the slightly shorter male with him. Sasuke couldn't help but chuckle a little to himself. No matter what kind of a mood Naruto was in, he always wanted ramen. Sasuke would never understand why.

They reached the bar and Naruto dragged Sasuke back into a booth in the back. The waitress who worked there and knew the pair well smiled at them and waved. They both waved back (although Sasuke's wave was only half-hearted). She disappeared immediately into the back and they knew that she was preparing their usual order. Perhaps they were too predictable.

"Sasuke, I want to ask you something..." Naruto looked up at him with those big, adorable blue eyes of his.

For a moment, Sasuke sat in sheer silence. Whenever Naruto did this, it related to what Sasuke 'thought' of him or 'felt' for him. Thus far Sasuke has luckily avoided each and every question by sheer luck. Right when he would be running out of time to answer, the food would show up and Naruto would entirely forget that he had a question at all.

This time, however, it didn't look like Sasuke was going to be so lucky. He knew the average time it took for their food to be made and that left him with much too much time. He simply couldn't waste or delay that much time. He'd either have to tell Naruto that he refused to answer, or he'd have to come up with an answer and face some things that he was still denying to himself.

"Sasukeeeee," Naruto whined, his blue eyes pleading.

For a moment, the raven-haired boy cursed himself for being so weak to those eyes, "What is your question, Naruto?"

The kitsune wavered for a moment. He wasn't stupid, he was aware that Sasuke had avoided all of his questions. He'd simply let it drop until now because he didn't want to fight with his friend. However, he no longer felt like he could go without an answer. His own feelings were becoming hard to deny and he needed to know how to react.