[ 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. ]
[ he's exhausted. Sasuke can feel it like an extension of himself. it shouldn't be so natural, to lean into it (he can remember a jutsu; two taller than tall trees). he'd fought so hard to cut this bond in half, once. you haven't slept, he doesn't say, doesn't need to. Sasuke knows he has trouble with it, ever since he came back from the witches. partnered with Saralegui, he'd never had to witness it fully until they'd all started moving in with one another.
[ 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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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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(the ache hits him, slow, i miss him.) ]
You should get some rest.
[ he hasn't shifted back. ]
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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. ]