[ naruto hadn't had much luck sleeping the night of their arrival, but it'd been easy enough to blame it on nerves. trying to get used to a new place, the loss of their friends.
the loss of his partner.
but the second night rolled around and naruto still found himself flat on his back, staring at the sliver of light that came in from the window. he's never been good at staying still anyway. when sasuke finally gets around to opening the door, naruto has his arms folded over his chest, and his jacket hangs open. there's dirt- prettttty much everywhere, but given how hard he trains, this isn't much of a surprise. it hides some amount of the shadows under his eyes at any rate- not that it was a conscious effort on his part. ]
[ his gaze rakes Naruto (it's become habit, in their time here— a careful study of one another's states). he looks how Sasuke feels— off kilter, lacking the sure footing they'd slowly been developing.
but things are so different. it isn't just the weather. Itachi, Kurapika— everyone who mattered. ]
Hn.
[ he closes his eyes and turns away, leading Naruto back into the building ]
[ sasuke gives him a once over as if it's part of some secret screening process to be let in. in another time, naruto might have been irritated.
but he isn't. instead, he falls into step after his partner without protest- listens to the muted sound of their footfalls on the floor. takes care to stay quiet even as they pass sakura's room- just in case.
it's still really weird. he'd moved them all in together a few weeks before they'd left- but everything was so chaotic, he rarely found himself stumbling into someone else. between pulling shifts for the watch, training, and running missions alone, for the number of people who had been bound up together, the house was always pretty quiet. there are moments however, that he still expects to walk in the front door and find itachi in the kitchen. blindly preparing a pot of tea, and pouring a cup for naruto himself. the memory tightens something in the bottom of his stomach.
you're my partner'attebayo. that makes us equals. only here.
naruto draws up short in the space between their bedrooms. ]
[ he knew it was coming. Naruto is never quiet for long, and the sessions that he is spell trouble. their relationship had been tenuous at best for the longest time, but Sasuke was learning. relearning. in becoming what he had, doing what he did, he'd been forced to shut out the slivers of his humanity. they say a shinobi should be willing to kill innocents should it come down to it.
Sasuke pauses, his bare foot scuffs the carpet. a heartbeat passes between them before he turns, his eyes a dark slash under the hood of his lashes.
here in the hall, only the dimmest of the moonlight filters through from the huge windows in the living room. he can't tell what Naruto's expression is, the other nin's back to the glass. ]
[ sasuke doesn't answer, and naruto doesn't add anything else to the air. inches in front of his feet, his bedroom door is closed- it's a barrier he feels but doesn't look up to see. there's a name for this feeling, and it's one he'd tried to decipher all day.
and yet here and now, blanketed in the hours before sunrise, he thinks he finally remembers what it is.
in the span of heartbeats that follow, naruto's hand extends between them- palm turned half up. open, but not grasping. a dozen fears and reassurances hang above them, unsaid. we can still do this, can't we? we didn't change again, we can resonate.
[ there is familiarity in this. Naruto doesn't say a word, but his meaning is clear as day. Sasuke's gaze falls from the pale cut out of the other nin's face and falls to the upturn of his hand.
the air between them is charged. Sasuke isn't sure where it comes from. it has been months for everyone else, but barely days for the two of them. there's no reason this should be any different— but the truth is, Sasuke hasn't even checked to be sure he's still a weapon. (how could he be anything else?)
Naruto is asking for his trust. Sasuke gave it to him the day he decided to fight him again.
shadowed by the dark of the hall behind him, Sasuke's eyes seem even darker when they meet Naruto's again. there is no hesitation in him when he takes a half step forward, wraps his fingers around Naruto's wrist and wills his body to collapse in on itself. ]
[ they've never been much for words, and that's exactly why he isn't waiting for a reply. they talk with their bodies- and when sasuke reaches out for him in return, there are no cool fingertips that touch the center of his palm.
it's fabric. soft and warm and alive, gathered at the narrow angles of his knuckles.
naruto's breath seems to fold in on itself. sasuke is still there, only partially transformed, and he is looking back a him. blue eyes meet his gaze and he can feel it. the hum of electricity. the warmth of a fire. a swallow of air.
and it feels like relief. it feels like coming back to konoha. ]
[ it isn't until the whole of his body has gone the way of the fabric that Sasuke really feels it. somewhere between watching blue eyes watch him and feeling the world drop out form beneath him, the folding in of the fabric opens him up. mobile, the fabric of the blindfold curls up like a snake, and he winds himself around Naruto's forearm like a python.
heat pushes up his spine, down into his stomach. though he has none like this, the ozone of electricity sparks along the back of his tongue. Naruto's relief swells over him like one huge, warm wave—
everything else comes afterward.
the tremble from Sasuke's soul, something that isn't uncertainty but his own doubt. the damage that came with him from Orochimaru and had made resonation almost impossible for him when he'd first returned. it's so much smaller now than it used to be, that Sasuke can't (doesn't bother) containing his surprise through the connection.
the jagged edges of the witch in Naruto— but Sasuke knew it was there, and he doesn't shy away from it. ]
[ naruto's eyes stay open, fixed on the door to his room, but he doesn't see it. he doesn't really see anything once sasuke falls into him. every time they've done this- it's been for a mission. they connect in the heat of the moment because there's no other option. because they've been reading each others' intentions since they were children, coming into their own.
but this is different. there's no fight clawing at them. no kishin to face down or city to protect. this is resonance because it's there, and because they can and because they want to. there's a warmth that moves from the coiled fabric on his arm and into the rest of his body. naruto's eyes slide shut when he feels it reach his spine- the single column that has always felt like ice. like steel. like it wasn't really his own anymore.
and then, one notch at a time, even that unnatural cold begins to fade.
naruto opens the door to his room and steps inside before he thinks of doing it. as if their resonance alone was the single necessary factor. ]
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Oi.
Sasuke.
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I locked myself out.
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How?
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have the most unimpressed look when he opens the front door of the building. ]
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the loss of his partner.
but the second night rolled around and naruto still found himself flat on his back, staring at the sliver of light that came in from the window. he's never been good at staying still anyway. when sasuke finally gets around to opening the door, naruto has his arms folded over his chest, and his jacket hangs open. there's dirt- prettttty much everywhere, but given how hard he trains, this isn't much of a surprise. it hides some amount of the shadows under his eyes at any rate- not that it was a conscious effort on his part. ]
Oi, what took you so long.
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but things are so different. it isn't just the weather.
Itachi, Kurapika— everyone who mattered. ]
Hn.
[ he closes his eyes and turns away, leading Naruto back into the building ]
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but he isn't.
instead, he falls into step after his partner without protest- listens to the muted sound of their footfalls on the floor. takes care to stay quiet even as they pass sakura's room- just in case.
it's still really weird.
he'd moved them all in together a few weeks before they'd left- but everything was so chaotic, he rarely found himself stumbling into someone else. between pulling shifts for the watch, training, and running missions alone, for the number of people who had been bound up together, the house was always pretty quiet. there are moments however, that he still expects to walk in the front door and find itachi in the kitchen. blindly preparing a pot of tea, and pouring a cup for naruto himself. the memory tightens something in the bottom of his stomach.
you're my partner'attebayo. that makes us equals.
only here.
naruto draws up short in the space between their bedrooms. ]
Sasuke.
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Sasuke pauses, his bare foot scuffs the carpet. a heartbeat passes between them before he turns, his eyes a dark slash under the hood of his lashes.
here in the hall, only the dimmest of the moonlight filters through from the huge windows in the living room. he can't tell what Naruto's expression is, the other nin's back to the glass. ]
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and yet here and now, blanketed in the hours before sunrise, he thinks he finally remembers what it is.
in the span of heartbeats that follow, naruto's hand extends between them- palm turned half up. open, but not grasping. a dozen fears and reassurances hang above them, unsaid. we can still do this, can't we? we didn't change again, we can resonate.
i'll still let you see inside my heart. ]
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the air between them is charged. Sasuke isn't sure where it comes from. it has been months for everyone else, but barely days for the two of them. there's no reason this should be any different— but the truth is, Sasuke hasn't even checked to be sure he's still a weapon. (how could he be anything else?)
Naruto is asking for his trust.
Sasuke gave it to him the day he decided to fight him again.
shadowed by the dark of the hall behind him, Sasuke's eyes seem even darker when they meet Naruto's again. there is no hesitation in him when he takes a half step forward, wraps his fingers around Naruto's wrist and wills his body to collapse in on itself. ]
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it's fabric.
soft and warm and alive, gathered at the narrow angles of his knuckles.
naruto's breath seems to fold in on itself. sasuke is still there, only partially transformed, and he is looking back a him. blue eyes meet his gaze and he can feel it. the hum of electricity. the warmth of a fire. a swallow of air.
and it feels like relief.
it feels like coming back to konoha. ]
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heat pushes up his spine, down into his stomach. though he has none like this, the ozone of electricity sparks along the back of his tongue. Naruto's relief swells over him like one huge, warm wave—
everything else comes afterward.
the tremble from Sasuke's soul, something that isn't uncertainty but his own doubt. the damage that came with him from Orochimaru and had made resonation almost impossible for him when he'd first returned. it's so much smaller now than it used to be, that Sasuke can't (doesn't bother) containing his surprise through the connection.
the jagged edges of the witch in Naruto— but Sasuke knew it was there, and he doesn't shy away from it. ]
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but this is different.
there's no fight clawing at them. no kishin to face down or city to protect. this is resonance because it's there, and because they can and because they want to. there's a warmth that moves from the coiled fabric on his arm and into the rest of his body. naruto's eyes slide shut when he feels it reach his spine- the single column that has always felt like ice. like steel. like it wasn't really his own anymore.
and then, one notch at a time, even that unnatural cold begins to fade.
naruto opens the door to his room and steps inside before he thinks of doing it. as if their resonance alone was the single necessary factor. ]
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