Naruto moaned slightly, he was regaining his consciousness. "Who.. are.. you..", he mumbled and squinted his eyes to try to see the mysterious person washing a light blue cloth. "Sa.. ske?..", he says disoriented.
For a moment, his vision was blocked. He suddenly felt something cool and wet on his forehead, and he was able to see again. "What are you- ", the sick blonde started having a coughing fit. He turned to the side and curled his body slightly.
"Where's.. m clothes?", he questioned, realizing he couldn't feel his clothes on his body. Only the soft cloth of his boxer briefs where they should be.
"M cold", he moved his body, trying to feel his blanket.
Sasuke didn't say anything up until now.
"You have a terrible fever, don't worry though I'll take care of you until your better.", he smiled at the confused blonde. Suddenly his face became flushed, not by the fever though.
"G-Get out!.. I.. I don't have any clothes!", he exclaimed with embarrassment. Sasuke chuckled, thinking about how Naruto was acting cute.
"I made you some soup. ", he said and helped Naruto sit up. He grabbed the warm bowl and gave Naruto a spoonful. "I-I am not a ch-child!", he pouted, causing him to groan in dizziness.
"Stop yelling Dobe, or you'll throw up.", Sasuke scolded and forced the spoon to go through his lips.
Surprisingly, Naruto liked the soup. It was delicious, of course he wouldn't admit that but somehow Sasuke knew. Maybe it was the expression Naruto made, that sigh of relief after he gulped it and that look on his face.
He looked satisfied for a moment. "Ugh, I'm not a Dobe..", he pursed his lips together. Sasuke gave him one of his genuine smiles, they were rare, but not to Naruto.
As Sasuke fed Naruto, he thought about what had happened last night. Naruto had confessed his secrets, then ran away. Sasuke chased him, losing him a couple of times. He ran to his house and saw the door wide open, immediately he ran inside and grabbed a kitchen knife jus in case.
He went through all the rooms, dust had flown everywhere. He didn't think or ask why the rooms were so dusty.
After he found Naruto passed out on the floor he had stripped Naruto and put a rag on his forehead with the window open and cleaned up the house.
Except of course the dusty rooms, he was sure they were untouched for a reason.
As Sasuke spoon fed Naruto, many thoughts ran threw his mind. He was embarrassed, he ran away from Sasuke and now here they were.
He felt awkward, why was Sasuke taking care of him? Didn't he hate him now? He wanted to ask him many questions but after he had ate the very delicious soup he was feeling sleepy.
"Why?..", he asked silently, almost brokenly. Sasuke caressed his cheek, giving him a small smile. "You're my friend and I.."
Love you.
Naruto raised his arm to hold Sasuke's but he fell asleep in the comforts of his pillow.
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He's asleep now.. I stood up from the chair and went around the room. It was the afternoon, but I was tired. I know I can sleep on Naruto's couch, but sleeping with him seems so tempting.
After I laid down softly on his bed and hugged him and held his hand. He won't know I'm doing this, he's sick.
I'm starting to think Naruto's crazy emotions are because of his trauma and insecurities. I know he's holding a lot deep in his heart that I still don't know about. Those rooms have secrets, were they his parents?
I know he doesn't have any family. I remember when I first started to know him he said he understood me. He was also accused of murdering someone. Maybe his parents?
Is that why he won't go in there? I shouldn't think about this too much, I don't want to intrude or step over any boundaries.
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Something loud woke me up. I looked around and saw Naruto hugging me back. I blushed, hard. Naruto was mumbling something, pressing his head into my chest. He looked to be in pain, I wanted to stay like this for a very long time but his towel had fallen off his forehead and he was using me to warm himself up.
That wasn't good, he wouldn't get any better. Plus, someone was very annoyingly pressing the doorbell continuously. I frowned, and got away from him.
I took the rag and placed it inside the sink on my way to the door. I opened it, who was this?
"Who are you?!", a little kid with a weirdly long blue scarf poked my chest with an angry look on his face.
"Now now, Konohamaru. This is Sasuke, Naruto's.. friend I suppose."
Now that's a person I know. Shikamaru. Wait there's more? If I'm correct, that is Choji, Kiba, Shino, Sai and Sakura.
"Sasuke? Who are you to Naruto?! He's mine!", Konohamaru claimed rather loudly. He looks like a middle schooler. No competition here.
He went by me, and so did the others. Did they just invite themselves in? Well.. I did as well but that was because I was worried! And the door was wide open, I didn't exactly break in!
"Naru-Chan?", Sai asked. Naru-Chan? What a cute nickname. Should be coming out of my lips only though. "Hey! Where is my Naru?", Sakura walked up to me and crossed her arms. "You better have not done anything to him!", she pouted.
I sighed, these are all his friends? At least they worry about him. "We heard what happened in the news, rumors went around, they included Naruto. We need to know if he is okay.", Shikamaru said.
He had dark eye bags, which was shocking. Isn't he the one who sleeps all day? Why is he so tired.
Suddenly we all paused, coughing was heard from upstairs.
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My Distractions (Harem)
FanfictionNaruto Uzumaki has PTSD, Post traumatic stress disorder. He's 16 years old, almost 17. He plays around with men and boys to distract himself from those terrible flashbacks. Whenever they contact him for sex, he agrees. He's not addicted! It's just a...