Sasunaru Oneshots

Delivery Boy

Itachi watched in amusement while Sasuke pretended to be busy reading one of his latest purchased books, most likely unaware of the way his leg was jumping up and down at a steady rhythm.

"My, my, Little Brother," Itachi chuckled. "I didn't know that your sentiments towards the delivery boy ran this deep."

Sasuke briefly shifted his eyes from the book to send him a glare before going back to try and register what he had been re-reading for the last half hour. "Hn."

Tonight was the night he had been anticipating all week; every Sunday, the two brothers would choose a place to order from and spend dinner together, and ever since that fateful night four weeks ago, they had been ordering food only from Ichiraku's Restaurant.

It had opened only a month and a half ago, and even though the food didn't really gross Sasuke out, it certainly wasn't one of his all-time favorites--

But hell, if it meant seeing that tan face with whiskers, then he'd be willing to order dog biscuits.

Ding dong

"I got it," Sasuke said almost immediately as he promptly closed his book and tossed it on the couch; he then made his way to the entrance, running a hand through his hair. He opened the door and, lo and behold, there stood the embodiment of the sun himself.

The blonde stood there, uniform and all, balancing a pizza box on one hand; as always, he gave Sasuke a small wave..

"Hey there, I'm here with one..." he squinted at the sticker on the side of the pizza box before looking back up at onyx eyes with a grin, "chicken and vegetable pizza with extra tomatoes for Uchiha Sasuke."

Sasuke felt his stomach give a lurch at the sound of his name coming from those smooth lips; he nodded and took out his wallet. "Yes, that would be me."

"That'll be $12.28."

"Does he have cheese and peppers?" Itachi asked from the living room.

"Yeah, it's in my car," Naruto said, waiting for Sasuke to take out the necessary bills. "If you give me a minute or two, I can go get them."

"Alright," Sasuke said, handing him a twenty dollar bill. "Keep the change."

"Thanks, man," the other smiled brightly, handing him the pizza and turning to make his way towards the elevator. Dark eyes roamed over his body appreciatively.

Soon enough, the blonde came back up with the packets, handed them over, gave them a warm goodbye, then left. It all had happened in the blink of an eye to Sasuke.

"Isn't it customary for delivery employees to talk a little more and get to know the customers?" he complained before plopping down at the kitchen table with Itachi and grabbing a slice of pizza.

Itachi shook his head at the other's childishness, feeling his lips quirk upwards. "As a matter of fact, it isn't."

Sasuke grumbled and continued to eat, mulling over the smile the delivery man gave him. He nearly slapped his forehead.

"Forgot to ask for his name again?" Itachi asked knowingly as he bit down on his own slice.

Sasuke scowled and busied his mouth by taking several more bites of his pizza. Itachi sighed wearily; whenever Sasuke started angsting, he tended to complain more and became careless about upholding his manners.

Meaning he'd bitch and stuff his face with food.

So, like any other older brother, Itachi was going to find a way to avoid such situations.