fahye | so this is what responsibility feels like

Wow. Having a dead computer makes me actually behave like a med student. I went to my two labs this morning -- Jesus Christ, bones are tricky little buggers when you actually look at them, and I am rethinking my love of the clavicle -- and then I spent some time in the LIBRARY with my NOTES and I've thoroughly revised my upper limb anatomy and the entire text chapter on clinical examination of the respiratory system. Man. The things you have time to do when you don't have classes from 8am-5pm (this week is remarkably light \o/) and also don't have fic writing itself feverishly in your head.

Tomorrow classes finish at 11am and I am determined to be likewise productive in the afternoon, but you know what, I'm kind of enjoying this being-uncharacteristically-prolific thing, so for the gaps in between study:

Drabble requests?

You know what I write. Though if you're having trouble deciding, I'm on this serious animated-things kick at the moment, so throw me Avatar/anime-of-your-choice prompts and everyone will be happy.

(Please note that due to the fickle natures of both free time & inspiration, I am not putting my hand on my heart and swearing to finish every request this time, but...request away anyhow! We'll see how I go.)

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"No," Sasuke says.

"Yes," Sakura says.

Naruto looks from the one to the other and makes a choice based solely on self-preservation.

"Okay," he mumbles.

Sasuke's glare is sharp and immediate and says that this betrayal will be remembered for a long, long time, and will very likely result in a month of him having showers that are long enough to use up all of the hot water. (Things discovered only through cohabitation: Naruto will always, always sleep the longest out of the two of them, and Sasuke's vindictive streak cannot be erased even with sex.)

"Fine," Sasuke says flatly. "But I'm leading."

~

As it turns out, being forced to dance at Sakura's wedding is a very handy way of avoiding all of the other insane preparations.

"Naruto --"

"Can't!" Naruto yelps through the front door, struggling into his clothes. "We're going to practice."

"We're what?" Sasuke demands, his mouth full of rice. The kitchen smells like the bizarre combination of sauces that he likes to dump on his breakfast, with a struggling under-note of ramen. Naruto used to hate that smell, but now it's familiar. It's home.

"It's this or table decorations," Naruto hisses at him, yanking him out of the chair by one wrist; Sasuke widens his eyes a little and then gives a quick, resigned nod.

Sakura looks baffled when they open the door. "Naruto, it's seven in the morning. I thought --"

"Practice makes perfect!" Naruto runs for it, dragging Sasuke behind him, out onto the dew-wet grass.

So by rights they should be improving much faster than they are, but roughly a third of the time Sasuke gets sick of Naruto insulting his dignity (or lack thereof) and starts a fight instead. A third of the time they actually practice. (And for the final third of the time, well, Naruto thinks that the people who thought up dancing should really have realised that there's only so long a guy can stand having his body pressed up flush against another body before he gets...distracted.)

~

"Places, everyone!" Ino trills. There's a slightly manic edge to her enthusiasm: throughout the last week Naruto has learned to be very, very wary of anyone in a bridesmaid's dress, especially anyone as detail-oriented as Ino. Though the girls have done a good job, Naruto has to admit: flowers everywhere, ribbons on seats, that kind of thing. There are even tall pink candles on the tables; Naruto thumps his hand against Sasuke's shoulder and the Uchiha stops trying to entice the nearest one into igniting the delicately twisted bonsai centrepiece.

"It's good that she decided on an outdoor dinner, isn't it?" Naruto nods upwards, valiantly stabbing out in the direction of tension-defusing small talk. "It's a nice night. Stars everywhere."

Sasuke doesn't even look, he just stands there with his perfect straight back and his perfect thin lips and his expression of perfectly unimpressed anticipation. If he didn't look so fucking hot in his formal coat, Naruto would be tempted to push him into a mud puddle.

"Come on, don't be an ass about it," Naruto mutters. "If we can coordinate an ambush, we can coordinate this."

The music begins. Sasuke looks at him for a long moment and then reaches for his hand; slowly, deliberately twines their fingers together; tilts his head in elegant acquiescence. Naruto grins and falls into step, his feet tracing out something that's not quite a jutsu and not quite a waltz, Sasuke's fingertips keeping impeccable time on the back of his hand.

AHAHAHAH THEY'RE SO DOMESTIC. <3 I love it when fic does this, as it's such a lovely break from all the angst. XD I think my favourite part was Sasuke trying to set fire to the bonsai - there's always someone setting fire to things when there are candles on the table, and Sasuke is the resident pyromaniac.

Also - "If we can coordinate an ambush, we can coordinate this."

I WOULD BE MORE COHERENT if I wasn't trying to read five articles in time to teach twenty people only a couple of years younger than me tomorrow. D: BUT you've done it again and I shall never know how you manage it.

ONE DAY I'LL GET YOU. ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNE DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY. *shakes fist*

so this is what responsibility feels like

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