Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura Petals ❯ Flash ( Chapter 23 )

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Drabble Twenty-three

Title: Flash

Disclaimer: Naruto belongs solely to Masashi Kishimoto. I claim no ownership whatsoever.

Summary: When you’re afraid of the memories slipping. [NaruSasu]

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Click!

A flash went off in the dimly lit room, burning the sleepy eyes of the dark-haired teen lying sprawled on the large bed. A blond boy dressed only in an orange pair of boxers, littered with ramen cups, stood at the foot of said large bed, camera in hand. His tongue poked out between his lips, and he stared intently at the image in the screen of the tiny digital camera.

“You should’ve smiled, teme.” Naruto said simply. He fiddled with the switch on the camera, turned it towards himself, and pushed a button.

Click!

A picture of his face showed on the screen, his tongue sticking out. He smiled at the image and showed it to the stoic boy lying on the bed.

“We should get a picture of us together.” The blond crawled onto the bed and placed himself over the dark-haired teen’s hips. He could tell that Sasuke still wasn’t fully awake. Naruto grinned to himself, then pointed the camera at the Uchiha’s face.

Click!

“AH! Too bright! Dammit, Naruto!” Sasuke screeched. He pushed the laughing blond off him, then ducked his head under the covers. “Who the hell gave you that camera?!”

“Sakura-chan gave it to us!”

“Get rid of it!” Sasuke tried to kick at the blond nin, but his head was still ducked under the covers, and said blond nin was sitting on his legs.

“No.” Naruto ripped the covers out of the Uchiha’s fists and leaned forward to kiss the taller boy on the mouth, camera clutched protectively against his chest. The little device had stolen a place in Naruto’s heart and he planned on using it to its fullness. “As I was saying: I want a picture of us together.”

“I hate getting my picture taken. And, why?” Sasuke tried to dislodge Naruto from his legs, but the blond just scooted up further, placing himself on the Uchiha’s hips again. “Get off, dobe. I have to take a shower. You know I have to go meet with Kakashi-sensei.”

“Not until you take a picture with me.” The blond leaned forward until the tip of his nose was against Sasuke’s, and let a slow grin spread across his mouth. He took these pictures because, at any moment, their lives could be over. He wanted to preserve their memories.

Click!

“Stop it! That thing’s bright!” Sasuke shoved at him again, knocking the camera out of the shorter teen’s hands. It hit the floor with a soft thump!

Click!

“Sasuke, you bastard! You broke it!” There was a little mock wrestling on the large bed before both boys hit the floor as well, Sasuke’s arm sweeping out to hit the camera.

Click!

Naruto lunged for the camera and checked the screen for the picture. There, on the floor, were the two of them, tangled in the sheets from the bed.

And Sasuke was blushing.