24 days. Chatter (Saské/Naruto)
Saske is dissatisfied when he is attacked by a light lump, which, in addition to hugs, also kills him with an ultrasound of his scream.
- Get away from me, you idiot," grumbles Uchiha, pushing away Naruto, who seems to have told me how Kibu did it, but what exactly was not clear because of the constant flow of words and sounds.
- Saske, don't be a bigger bastard than you are," said Naruto, offended, and his eyes turned into two slits, making him look even more like a fox. - You're not interested in listening to me at all?
- You're talking too much," Sasqke said, wriggling as if he'd always had a headache when the jinchurics started throwing it away with their chatter. Too loud and often meaningless.
- So you don't like it when I talk to you? - with barely audible anger and tension, Naruto said. Saske thought that for a moment the pupil in the blue iris stretched out and sharpened, turning into an animal and wild, but the obsession quickly passed.
- I don't like it when you talk a lot," Saske sighed tired, thinking Sakura was much easier to talk to. It's also problematic, though.
- Great," Naruto waved his arms, giving the guy a too foxy smile. - Then I'll talk to you less.
Saske just got pretty snippy in his head, thanks to the gods, that he finally got rid of excessive cracking.
And Uchikha walked happily, spared the bothering talk, for exactly a week.
He spent a week in the village bumping into Naruto every day, but got a short "Hello, Saske!" or "Bye, Saske! He was chatting with Kiba with passion, shouted loudly with Lee, even trying to learn how to speak like Shino, receiving lessons personally from Abourame. He argued with Sakura about something he had had an affair with Sae, but he did not pay attention to Saska. In principle, it was convenient, because Uchikha was not a fan of talking and was bayoneted with chatter directed at himself. But he suddenly realized that he was lonely without the endless talk of Naruto, who seemed to remind him that Sasquet was home again and that he had someone to call his family. Without Uzumaki's talk, it was as if a vacuum had formed around him, which had been chasing him for many years, freezing his heart with loneliness, and now, only to thaw, it is covered with an ice crust again. And besides the fact that Uchikha missed him, he was also jealous. The habit that Naruto, in all his manifestations, belonged only to Saske, did not go away and pressed the guy, and made to ignite the righteous anger of those who are paid attention to the chatterbox. It was dangerous, because along with the burning sensation in the chest there was burning in the eyes, which meant activating the Sharingan. And it never ended well.
- Naruto," Sasquet began by sitting next to him on the sofa in the living room of their common home. - I can't do this anymore.
- What exactly? - innocently slammed Uzumaki's eyelashes. Uchikha sniffed irritably and put his head on other people's knees, making it clear that he wouldn't leave, and wouldn't let the other one.
- Talk, bother, do whatever you want," Saske said with almost a growl, "and after a pause, you can hardly hear and gently add it," but don't ignore it.
On the contrary, he kept silent, but after a few moments his hand was buried in tarry hair, embarrassing to look through them. Jinchuriki smiled quite a bit when he heard a relaxed sigh of relief.
- That's the same thing! - Naruto smiled smiling smirkfully. - Cause you're all "in the way," "annoying. You will know how to shut me up. And it was hard for me too. I wanted to tell you so much! So...
An endless flow of words poured out of Uzumaki, which Saske stopped listening to after the third sentence. The most important thing for him was just to hear it. Feeling close by.
To know what else is needed.