34 days. Cigarettes (Saské/Naruto)
It was drizzling with small snow. Is it even possible? It usually drizzles (although this little thing looked just like it) and froze the cheeks and naked brushes. The cigarette was half soaked in drizzle, just like the hair stuck to his forehead.
It was dragging on, releasing the blue smoke, which seemed to have fallen to the ground almost instantly from the rain. He wriggled with bitter taste - after all, not all of Ero-sanin's habits had to be adopted. I'd rather learn to drink, but no. I decided to try smoking, and now my eyes are burning, and they are more tearful. But there is an excuse for everyone around him and himself why he cries. Although those around him don't care why he's standing almost in the snowdrift and threw his head up, putting his face under the drops of snowflakes, which have already completely wet him.
Naruto rarely cries, there is no such habit, because he believes that a man should be strong. And in his childhood, he cried too much for adults to do it. And it is a shame - he told himself to stop being a crybaby. And now they just gave up their nerves. Isn't that okay?
- Dickhead, what are you doing here?
Saske shows up where he doesn't need to. Although it's customary and better than how silently and without warning he left for another country. And now he appeared in a moment of weakness hated by him.
- I'm breathing fresh air, you idiot," Naruto murmured, taking his hand away with a cigarette caught between his fingers. Saske looked at these manipulations with hostility.
- Fresh air and cigarettes," Saske said with all his skepticism. - Still, you are a nuclear idiot.
- You are such an idiot," he lazily roared back at Naruto. Of course, his interlocutor did not react to this in any way, as such a lunge even with a splinter could not be compared - usually Uzumaki is much more inventive in his insults. Saske with a cold squint scanned the guy, marking the red eyes and nose, blue lips, shaking pale hands.
- Don't smoke," Sasquet frowned, ripping the cigarette out of other people's hands.
- Back off," said Naruto, shouting at the perpetrator's shoulder. - Give it back now.
- You've decided to back off or return it to me.
- I want to smoke again and again," Uzumaki tapped, sniffing his nose and wiping wet cheeks with his sleeve.
- You don't want to and won't smoke," Saske said with determination, throwing away a cigarette and taking a shaking hand in his own. - Your skin is whiter than mine. What are you harassing yourself about?
- I don't care," sniffed Naruto, clutching his hand back. - Do you think you alone can be white as a chalk? We still have Cy.
- Don't compare me to that suffocate," Sasca said irritably, taking Naruto's other hand, warming other people's hands, even though they were barely warmer. But Uzumaki became warm. Not even from Sasquet, but from his attention and care, which were so rare.
- And if I smoke again? - I decided to take a sword at Naruto, approaching Uchikha almost closely, weaving my fingers.
- I'll beat him up and throw him out the balcony," Sasquet kissed him on his snub-nosed nose. Naruto for some reason did not doubt that it would be so, so promised himself, as soon as the opportunity arises, to throw away the unfinished tutu.