Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Pieces Of Me ❯ Won't Go Home Without You ( Chapter 43 )

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Drabble Forty-three

Title: Won’t Go Home Without You

Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

Summary: It’s no use staying if Naruto isn’t there. [SasuNaru]

A/N: A cute but sad drabble based on the song ‘Won’t Go Home Without You’ by Maroon 5. I don’t own that song or it’s likeness. ^_^

P.S. If anyone’s curious, the boys are in their early twenties. Ha.




There was the sound of a door slamming upstairs before a blond man stomped down the stairs, a pack hanging from a clenched fist. His mouth was drawn into a deep scowl unbefitting of his tanned skin and bright blue eyes. The dark haired man following close behind him a hand to his nose, his dark eyes watching on in stunned silence as the blond stomped his feet into his sandals.

“Where are you going?” Sasuke asked, his voice betraying his stoic façade as he tried to seize the blond’s arm. Naruto swiftly moved out of the Uchiha’s reach and opened the front door. “Naruto, where the hell are you going?” Sasuke followed his angry lover out into the garden, trailing slightly because he hadn’t thought of putting on his sandals. “I didn’t mean it! Come on, don’t overreact!”

“I’m not overreacting, you bastard!” Naruto growled, whirling on his boyfriend with angry blue slits as eyes. He dropped one of his bags and drew back his fist, sending a well-deserved punch into the Uchiha’s jaw. Satisfied with the crack he heard, he picked his bag back up and left the Uchiha lying sprawled on the sidewalk. He didn’t want to see the bastard’s face anymore.

Sasuke listened to the blond’s retreating footsteps, clutching his aching jaw with one hand. It hurt when he tried to move it. Damn, it’s gonna be bruised in the morning. I should’ve just kept my mouth shut. Sasuke pushed himself up, and searched for Naruto’s figure in the encompassing darkness. He could barely see the blond man. All of this because the dobe had to make a big deal out of everything.

Flashback

Naruto came out of the bathroom, a contemplative frown on his face as he toweled his hair dry. Sasuke watched him through the cover of dark bangs, feigning sleep. He didn’t mind the fact that he was still dirty and sticky from their training earlier in the day. He was content with just watching the blond.

Naruto tossed his towel on the floor and slipped into bed, bringing his face up to Sasuke’s. The dark haired boy looked like he was asleep, but Naruto knew better than that.

“You’d better pick up that towel, dobe.” The Uchiha whispered, cracking an eye open at his blond lover and glaring softly at him. Naruto just grinned cheekily and leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on slightly parted lips. The blond nuzzled a whiskered cheek against Sasuke’s cheek, then started to plant butterfly kisses down his neck. “You’re being awfully affectionate tonight. Do you want something?”Naruto lifted his head, a light tinge to his whiskered cheeks. “Well, um, I’ve been thinking lately…”

“And?” Sasuke prompted him.

“And, well, Iwantkids.” The blond ducked his head again, hiding it in Sasuke’s shoulder. The Uchiha blinked rapidly, caught off-guard by the blond’s sudden confession.

“You want kids?” Sasuke clarified, running his fingers through soft, blond hair. He felt Naruto nod against his chest, and then those blue eyes lifted to his. “You…really want kids?” The Uchiha asked again, cupping a whiskered cheek in his palm.

“Yes! Yes, I want kids!” Naruto scowled at him, pushing himself from the bed and bending to pick his towel up. The blond man tossed it in the hamper then went back to the bed and threw himself onto it. “Haven’t you wanted to restore your clan ever since the massacre? Every girl in Konoha would kill to have your baby!”

“Shut up, usuratonkachi. I’m not worried about that anymore.”

“What?! But don’t you want other little Sasuke’s running around, trying to learn all the Uchiha jutsus?” The blond scooted further up the bed, so his head rested against the headboard. Sasuke shifted next to him, and placed his head on the blond’s shoulder.

“Don’t you want other little Naruto’s running around, trying to learn your shadow clone jutsu even though they’re horrible at it?” Sasuke countered, nuzzling his cheek against Naruto’s bare chest. The blond’s chuckle rumbled low in his ribcage, and Sasuke listened to the pleasant sound with a tiny smile tugging at his lips.

“Bastard. They’ll be great at it.” The blond man sighed heavily as he weaved his fingers through dark hair. He always loved to play with the other man’s hair, especially when he was unusually docile, like tonight. “But…don’t you want kids to carry on the family name?” Naruto glanced down at the head of dark hair on his chest, feeling a pang of sadness go through him. “You’re the last Uchiha, which was a very prominent family. You don’t want to keep that line going for the people Itachi killed?”

“Naruto.” Sasuke sighed, sitting up and running a hand down his face. He loved the blond with every fiber of his being, but sometimes Naruto didn’t know when to stop talking. “I don’t care about that anymore because I have you. That’s all I need in my life.”

“But this house is so big.” Naruto moaned pathetically, letting his eyes roam around the room, taking in the sheer size for just two people. The bedroom door was ajar, letting the blond gaze down the hall to the many other doors along the walls. “Wouldn’t it be nice to chase our kids around, up and down the hallways? We could hear their laughter echoing off every single wall in this old house.”

“I can just do that with you.” Sasuke smirked, letting the underlying meaning sink into the blond’s brain as he leaned up to lock his mouth on a tanned neck. Naruto melted underneath Sasuke’s ministrations, and placed his hands on the Uchiha’s hips.

“Bastard. That’s not what I meant.” Naruto tried to swallow the moan bubbling into his throat, but Sasuke’s lips and tongue were way too talented to just ignore. The blond man arched into his lover’s touch, a delicious fire growing in his belly. “Why-Nnn-Why don’t you want kids, teme?” He managed through soft pants, feeling the dark haired man smirk against his neck before answering.

“We’re not fit to have kids, dobe.” Sasuke knew he’d said the wrong thing when the blond stiffened in his arms, then pulled back to glare at him, clearly wanting an explanation. Sasuke sighed, “We’re never home, and we fight almost constantly. I don’t know how we’re still together, but-“

“-You. Don’t. Know. How. We’re. Still. Together.” Naruto gritted through clenched teeth, shoving Sasuke away and sliding off the bed. The Uchiha sat up, mentally kicking his own ass as his blond boyfriend paced in front of their bed, his blond brows drawn down into a scowl. “Oh yeah, Sasuke. That was totally the right thing to say to me. What’s next? You don’t want me anymore?” Naruto hissed, half-sarcastic and half hurt as he stopped pacing to fix the Uchiha with a smoldering glare.

“If you would just let me finish-“

“-Forget it. You’ve said enough, you bastard.” Naruto crossed his arms over his chest, deliberating on whether or not he should storm out of the room. His knuckles were tingling; a sure sign that he wanted to punch something until his chest wasn’t so tight anymore.

“See what I mean? You have a sever reaction to everything I say and-“

“-I do not!”

“-We can’t have little kids around when something like this happens. Especially when we’re both angry enough where we start throwing punches.” Sasuke slid off the bed, common sense telling him to just let the blond fume until he decided to come to him instead. The Uchiha reached out two pale hands and out them on his boyfriend’s shoulders. “Like I said before, we’re not fit for kids. We have missions and most of the time we’re never home. Who’s going to watch them while we aren’t here?”

He didn’t expect the blond to reply with a fist to his face. Staggering back a few feet, the Uchiha brought his hands up to clutch his throbbing nose, his eyes watering in pain. Not even a second later the blond was in action, grabbing his pack from under their bed and moving over to their dresser. Sasuke watched in stunned silence as his lover haphazardly threw clothes into the small bag, his face pinched in unbearable sadness. The Uchiha tried to make his mouth move, to tell Naruto that he was sorry, but his nose gave a nasty throb and he stayed quiet.

When the blond man couldn’t fit any more clothes into his small pack, he went into the bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush, shoving the orange thing into one of the flaps. He brushed past his stunned boyfriend, not saying a word as he stormed out of the room and down the stairs.

End Flashback

Sasuke pulled himself up from the ground, dusted off the back of his pants, then turned towards his front door with a hand still clutching his jaw. After that punch earlier, his whole face was stinging, like he’d just gone through one of his own fire jutsus. Grumbling under his breath, the dark haired man walked back into his house and slammed the door behind him. The sound echoed against the walls, making the house seem emptier than it really was. Sasuke’s heart sank to his knees. Dammit, I hate being left alone in this godforsaken house. I won’t be able to sleep peacefully with the dobe gone.

Sasuke took a look at the clock, and forced himself to walk up that long flight of stairs to their bedroom. He shut off the lights as he went, half of him wanting to run after his blond lover, the other half knowing that Naruto needed some time to cool off. The Uchiha stopped in the doorway of their empty bedroom, his heart seeming to echo off its walls. He walked slowly over to their bed, grabbed the blankets and pulled them back. The sheets had Naruto’s scent twisted into them, and it rose up into his nose, making his heart sink all the way into his feet. Yup, definitely not gonna get any sleep tonight. Shouldn’t have opened my damn mouth.

The dark haired man slipped into bed, and pulled the blanket up to his chin. For a while he just sat there and stared up at the beige ceiling, his mind blank. He wanted to find the dobe and apologize. It wasn’t like he didn’t know why he was with the blond man. He had many different reasons, the main one being his unconditional love for him. He had loved the blond for such a long time, and whenever they were apart he felt like half his soul was missing. Naruto was the Yin to his Yang, as weird as that sounded, but Sasuke couldn’t put it any other way.

Sasuke tipped his head back to glance at the clock, realizing it was nearly one in the morning. Knowing he wasn’t going to sleep without the blond next to him, the Uchiha slid out from underneath the blankets, and put his feet on the hardwood floor. Sasuke thought to himself, trying to figure out the places he would most likely stay. The first person that popped into mind was their old academy teacher.

Sighing, Sasuke stood up and stretched lazily, popping the joints in his shoulders. He made his way to the dresser that held all of their clothes and reached into one of the drawers, pulling out a small, velvet box. He started at it for a long moment before pocketing it.

Umino Iruka was about to get one rude awakening from a very sleepy and very agitated Uchiha Sasuke.

Iruka bolted upright in bed, startled awake by the pounding on his front door. The agitated man slipped out of bed and made his way to the front door, trying his hair up into a pony tail. When he reached his door, his eyes lighted on a very tired looking Uchiha heir.

“Sasuke-kun?” The pony tailed man blinked, stepping aside to let the dark haired male inside. Sasuke breathed out heavily as his dark eyes gazed around the obviously empty living room. “Is there something wrong? You look really exhausted. Have you not been sleeping well?”

“Did Naruto stop by earlier?” The Uchiha asked, rubbing at his eyes with the tips of his fingers. His bed back at home was calling out to him, trying to lull him to sleep. But he couldn’t sleep without the blond next to him; without the blond’s arms around him.

“Yeah, he did.” Iruka said, his voice angry as he crossed his arms over his chest. Sasuke blinked at his sudden change of attitude, and realized Naruto must’ve told him everything. He felt exhaustion roll over him and shook his head to clear it. The academy teacher didn’t seem to notice as he went into Mother Hen mode. “It just so happens that Naruto told me you two got into a fight earlier. He was upset, you know. And he was crying. There’s a penalty for making Naruto cry like that, Sasuke-kun.”

Sasuke took a sudden step back, his eyes too large for his face. “I didn’t mean to-to make him cry. I was going to apologize, but he just punched me and left.”

“You deserved it.” Iruka eyed him carefully, saw the lines of worry around his eyes. And Naruto’s disappearance was probably why the dark haired man seemed so exhausted. Iruka sighed, and put a hand to his forehead. “I know you love him, Sasuke, but you have to watch what you say. You’re everything to him; everything he didn’t think he’d ever have because of Kyuubi. You control his emotions like no one else.”

“Do you know where he is?”

“The last place you’d expect him to be.” Iruka said warily, brushing his fingers over an elegant eyebrow. He looked up at Sasuke, hoping the other man knew what he meant. Surely enough, Sasuke’s lips were curled up into a sneer. “If you make him cry again…” The academy teacher said, letting the threat hang.

“I won’t.” The Uchiha smirked, pulling a black velvet box out of the pocket of his pants. Iruka looked at the box with wide eyes, and a small smile broke out over his lips. Giving the Uchiha a small nod-a sign that he would give his blessing-Sasuke turned towards the front door and shoved the little box back into his pocket. “Just so you know, Naruto’s everything to me, too. He has just as much control over my emotions as I do his.” With that little bit of information out in the open now, Sasuke opened the front door and left the house.

His next destination was Hatake Kakashi’s apartment.

The dull buzz of the television flashed pictures before his eyes; his brain set on the book in his hands instead. It was the newest volume of Icha Icha Paradise, and Kakashi refused to put it down until he was done. The television was muted, the only sounds breaking the silence being the loud snores of a certain blond on his couch. Kakashi watched him for a long moment, noticing the puffiness under his eyes had vanished. When Naruto had shown up at his doorstep and forced his way in, Kakashi didn’t know what to think. Actually, he did, but he didn’t think that kicking his student out of his apartment when he so obviously needed a place to sleep wasn’t the best way to go. Especially if the blond’s lover found him on the streets and wholly blamed Kakashi.

The Jounin shuddered at the mental pictures that conjured up, seeing his body bleeding and mangled on his bedroom floor. Sasuke was overly protective of his blond boy toy-Kakashi thought that name suited Naruto just fine even if Sasuke wholly disagreed-and would hurt anyone that made the blond cry. They weren’t children anymore, but they would always be that way in Kakashi’s eyes; always his students.

A loud thump caught his attention, and the silver haired man turned his eyes towards his front door, already knowing who was behind it. Sighing, he got up from his seat and sauntered over to the door, pulling his mask up. There was another thump, softer this time, and Kakashi wondered just what the heck Sasuke was doing.

The Jounin opened the door and suddenly found his arms full of sleepy, dark haired ANBU. “Uh, Sasuke-kun, I can’t hold you up like this.” Kakashi muttered, trying to put the other man steadily back on his feet. A pale hand latched onto his arm, and Kakashi looked down into glazed, dark eyes.

“Tell me he’s here.” The Uchiha muttered sleepily, eyes looking behind Kakashi to the couch where he could clearly see a blond head of hair at one end. Sasuke brushed passed the other man and walked over to the couch, his heart skipping a beat as his eyes fell on his lover’s sleeping form. He walked around to the front of the couch, and kneeled down so Naruto’s face was inches from his own. He stroked blond hair off the other man’s cheeks as he pulled out the little, velvet box out of his pocket. “Dobe.” Sasuke said loudly, poking the blond on the tip of his nose. The dark haired man put the black box on the cushion, just in front of the blond’s eyes, and poked his nose again.

“Knock it off, Kakashi-sensei.” Naruto whined, swatting at what he thought was the Jounin’s hand. When the poking didn’t stop, the blond opened sleepy, blue eyes to glare at the silver haired man, only to have his vision obscured by a little, velvet box. Over the top of the box he could see dark hair, which was clearly not Kakashi’s. “Sasuke?” The blond asked, lifting his head slightly to blink sleepily at the dark haired man. Sasuke just gave him a crooked, albeit tired smirk, and glanced casually at the box in Naruto’s line of sight.

“What do you want, teme?” Naruto grumbled out, looking warily at the box like it would explode if he opened it. But he was curious, dammit! The blond lifted the box into his hands, examining it as he turned it this way and that. He lifted the lid with the tips of his fingers, and felt his heart jump into his throat when his eyes fell on something glittering nestled into the very center.

“I want you to marry me, dobe.” Sasuke said quietly, reaching for the box and plucking it out of the blond’s hands. The Uchiha pulled the ring out, seized the blond’s left hand, and slid the ring onto his finger. It was a perfect fit, just like he thought it would be. “I know what I said earlier made you upset, but I really do love you. I wouldn’t be able to live without you in my life if you ever left me.”

“I would never leave you.” Naruto whispered, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on the other man’s lips. When he pulled back, there were tears shining in his eyes, and he could see just a tiny hint of moisture in Sasuke’s. “But you have to ask me the right way, teme.” The blond pushed himself off the couch, sliding the ring off his finger and dropping it into Sasuke’s palm.

The Uchiha spun on his knees, raising one leg so he was in the right position. His hands had started to shake as he looked up into Naruto’s blue eyes. “I know I’m a bastard, and I don’t how you put up with me so well, but I want you to be happy. I want you to stay with me.” Sasuke took the blond’s left hand into his, holding the ring in his other one. “Uzumaki Naruto, will you marry me?”

The blond nodded happily as Sasuke slid the ring back onto his finger, then pulled him down into a kiss. When Naruto cupped the Uchiha’s face in his hands, Sasuke felt the cold metal of the ring against his cheeks, and felt a sort of sleepy happiness come over him. He could no longer keep his eyes opened, and he pulled away from the kiss to bury his head in the blond’s neck.

Before Naruto knew what had happened, Sasuke was already off in dreamland.