my one in million

chapter 1

Sasuke was not amused.

Not many things amused him anymore, but in this precise moment he was especially displeased.

His eyes shot towards the far tree to the west; two Anbu members. The building to the east, four or more, some twenty feet behind him was another one.

That wasn't the worst of it; he'd gotten used to their presence around him all the time.

What got on his nerves were the many Narutos.

The Konoha rebuilding team was recieving unlimited help with their work because of the collective strength of the clones; occasionally they would all pop out and disappear because the real one ran out of energy, hungry.

What a joke.

Sasuke wasn't in charge of any actual labor, but Tsunade wouldn't let him stay at home and not work.

Frankly, the rebuilding of the village was the last thing on his priority list. He'd come back with Naruto when the war ended; out of loyalty and friendship to the orange-haired boy, nothing more. Of course, he was old enough to have his own place; it was an old apartment in the part of town that hadn't gotten destroyed but whose owner died in the war. Really weird people lived in the other apartments because they couldn't -or wouldn't- help, but none of them dared look him in the eye; so all was well.

Naruto was walking towards him with a 'aw man this sucks' expression on his face; Sasuke knew it was time to abandon his post in the tool shed and get dragged to that awful ramen shop once more. "Nee nee, Sasuke." The boy drawled in a whiny voice. "I'm hungry. Let's go eat."

Sasuke sighed and didn't hide his annoyance. "You don't need a chaperone."

The blonde grinned. "Ahahaha! But today is different!" he totally dodged Sasuke's excuse. "The restoration team's got a kitchen set up between this district and the one on the other side, so we get free food now!"

The Uchiha rolled his eyes. "I'll pass." He didn't like over greasy, tasteless noodles; but he absolutely would not put something in his mouth that had gotten tossed around a makeshift kitchen with hairy old ladies for cooks.

"Eh? Aren't you hungry?" He narrowed his eyes. "I was with you since breakfast and it's almost afternoon now, you're probably starving, right? Come on, let's go!" He threw his arm over the reluctant, albeit hungry young man, and dragged him across the street.

People gave them weird looks; no one understood why the strong, heroic Uzumaki Naruto would care for the piece of filth, the murderous, heartless traitor that was Uchiha Sasuke. Some people still openly glare at him, but none dared say what was on their minds; they didn't need to as he can guess.

The Anbu around town weren't to guard the rebuilding team in Konoha's weak days from sudden outsider attacks; they where there to restrain him if he made any wrong move.

He'd done a lot of arguing and fighting when he first got back; the interrogation team had a field day with him and even the Council had trouble accepting that he wasn't going to kill them in their sleep. The recent buildings were nearly leveled to the ground again when he and Naruto had a big argument over him leaving, Sasuke insisted that the village wasn't worth staying at anymore, while Naruto argued the walls can always be rebuilt a thousand times as long as there are people to build it. Egos were hurt, so were noses, in the end Tsunade told them to stop in return of giving Sasuke some training time to let off some steam.

He was allowed two hours a day of training with Naruto only, in the wasteland that had once been the Uchiha District; even then Anbu squads would be surrounding them to watch and probably interfere when things got dangerous.