Naruto One-Shot (Yaoi)

Friendship story

By: Letta

4,049 - Follows: 802 - Published: Dec 15, 2005 - Status: Complete - id: Naruto sat at his desk, pen tapping against his lip thoughtfully. He had to word this just right. Unfortunately, he was never much good with words, so he was basically screwed.

He briefly considered asking Sakura for help, but she would probably try to have him committed. She would eventually get the reason out of him for what this was for. Then she'd have him put in a straight jacket.

It wouldn't be completely unjustified.

He thought about asking Sasuke for help, but aside from the fact that the Uchiha was not a very vocal person (Naruto suspected this was because the boy's vocabulary was stunted), the trip to Sound Village was a long one. Besides, he had heard that they weren't very receptive of visitors, especially from Konoha.

Tsunade was busy, Jiraiya was too preoccupied being a pervert, Iruka would pry, Kakashi was mildly insane... which might work to his advantage in this.

He ran through his list of people that could help.

Shikamaru was too lazy, Ino too girly. Chouji... didn't seem like the type, to be honest. Neji... too Neji, besides, the Hyuuga would probably deem it a waste of time anyway, and would adamantly refuse if he was given enough information otherwise. Lee was far too weird. Then again, this was extraordinarily weird. Tenten was probably too forceful. Kiba was just plain unhelpful. Shino never talked, so he doubted he'd really get much feedback. Hinata was too shy to ever say anything to him, anyway. Which left no one.

Well, he did have an awful lot of roguish charm, maybe he could pull something off.

Leaning back in his chair, he thought some more.

Thinking made him hungry.

Half an hour later, he was back at his desk. Time to wrack his brain for something useful. Think, think, think. Too much thinking on a full stomach made him sleepy.

The next morning when he woke up at his desk, refreshed and soon to be clear-headed enough to get to work on his dilemma, he realized he had to go. Go down the hall and to the bathroom. He was also hungry again.

An hour later at the training grounds, because a rigorous work-out helped his mind work better, he thought of the first line.

Dear Friend,

Since that was enough work for one day, Naruto made his way to his favored ramen stand to celebrate the small victory against writer's block.

Six weeks later he finished the note and mailed it.

"Itachi-san, you have mail."

The Uchiha in question would have raised an eyebrow in surprise, if there wasn't anyone around to see. This was an unprecedented occurrence, seeing as he had killed everyone who was likely to send him anything, and alienated the one he had left alive.

Instead, he looked blankly at Deidara, who was holding a small, brown package. He took it without comment, and the blonde left him alone.

Senses on full alert, as he had many people who wished for his untimely demise, he looked over the parcel in his hands as he sought out his quarters. Candles lit the way enough to see, but not enough to read comfortably by, since the leader of Akatsuki thought it would be quite quaint to live in a cave.

After all, with their notorious dampness, cold, fungi, and blind mutant animals, who could resist? Not to mention the atmosphere. It was pure genius, obviously.

At least the living quarters tended to be more comfortable, or at least were equipped with dehumidifiers and more adequate lighting. He was extremely pleased that they had generators to support the florescent lighting. And fire pits. That was probably the most important, because it got really cold in caves.