[ it's strange how much he doesn't need to say- for a guy so used to talking. naruto has always been noisy, a fearless flashbang instead of the stealth code a shinobi was meant to adapt to. but he doesn't have to here. not when they're together this way. naruto feels himself move towards the thought of saralegui. of itachi. of everything and everyone in death city they both ache to protect, but it isn't enough. because it starts small, a single drop of water, and starts to become a drumming, promises to turn a flood- one that would swallow them both.
he thinks of jiraiya (it is dangerously close to the edge, this feeling and the one he'd known when he heard the truth) but instead of bowing to the fear, pain, and need-
naruto remembers his smile.
the room floods with moonlight when he pulls the curtain aside- and it washes over them both. naruto lowers himself to the ground in it, settles cross-legged before the window, and spares only a moment for their reflection. we're here. right now, we're here. and that single thread is enough. it'll keep them tethered. naruto brings his hands together in his lap, bare fingers laced with those that are covered in fabric (in sasuke) and he exhales slow.
inhales. exhales.
naruto begins to meditate there, and allows the the ache to fade. to acknowledge it, and be at peace- for them both. he doesn't remember falling asleep, but finally, he does. ]
[ he sees what Naruto sees (an overlaying of their eyes, even though he's wound around his wrist, up to his elbow) and it should be jarring, but for the solid weight that settles somewhere in Sasuke's stomach.
a grounding force.
it isn't resting, per se, but meditation can do wonders for a person. it's something they learn as children, something Naruto has been taught to perfect (with a chakra like that, Sasuke isn't surprised). Naruto settles in and Sasuke feels himself held, charged and focused.
inhales. exhales.
the sun is well up when Sasuke opens his eyes to the window of a room not his own. Naruto is a warm presence against his cheek, a furnace against the cool of Sasuke's skin. when he blinks, it's against the desert light tracing patterns against the windowsill.
Naruto's heart beats against his ear.
when the other nin eventually wakes, Sasuke is gone from his room. ]
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he thinks of jiraiya (it is dangerously close to the edge, this feeling and the one he'd known when he heard the truth) but instead of bowing to the fear, pain, and need-
naruto remembers his smile.
the room floods with moonlight when he pulls the curtain aside- and it washes over them both. naruto lowers himself to the ground in it, settles cross-legged before the window, and spares only a moment for their reflection. we're here. right now, we're here. and that single thread is enough. it'll keep them tethered. naruto brings his hands together in his lap, bare fingers laced with those that are covered in fabric (in sasuke) and he exhales slow.
inhales.
exhales.
naruto begins to meditate there, and allows the the ache to fade. to acknowledge it, and be at peace- for them both. he doesn't remember falling asleep, but finally, he does. ]
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a grounding force.
it isn't resting, per se, but meditation can do wonders for a person. it's something they learn as children, something Naruto has been taught to perfect (with a chakra like that, Sasuke isn't surprised). Naruto settles in and Sasuke feels himself held, charged and focused.
inhales.
exhales.
the sun is well up when Sasuke opens his eyes to the window of a room not his own. Naruto is a warm presence against his cheek, a furnace against the cool of Sasuke's skin. when he blinks, it's against the desert light tracing patterns against the windowsill.
Naruto's heart beats against his ear.
when the other nin eventually wakes, Sasuke is gone from his room. ]