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We are never, ever, ever, getting back together.

Who: Naruto Uzumaki & Sasuke Uchiha
What: Things
When: Day 343
Where: Somewhere in some district.
Rating: PG-13 for dumb ninja bfs

He was still sulking. Only, it wasn't really sulking at all because he had a totally valid reason for moping around over the last few days. His last meeting with Sasuke had gone terribly, and adjusting to a life that didn't involve at least seeing his best friend for something to eat at least was taking it's toll on him.

It wasn't that he needed to spend time with Sasuke, or anyone else for that matter to be the happy, carefree individual that he tended to be. Only, he couldn't possibly hold on to that carefree feeling. There was absolutely nothing he could do to make Sasuke stop blaming him for what had happened, and by this point, Naruto was beginning to feel completely and utterly at fault, despite Gaara's reassurances, and those of the other people who had been affected deeply by the events of the previous week.

So, he's wandering through the city, trying to find something to occupy his mind with. He wasn't needed at the job he'd managed to get himself, and he vaguely wondered if that was because of all the mistakes he'd made the other day... perhaps he was on the hunt for a job, or to bump into a friendly face. Anything to make him stop thinking about that.

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He doesn't move to help him up or anything, still intent on simply watching.

"Enough?" Though as riled up as he is, if Naruto says anything stupid again it will probably earn him another punch.

Thanks for that, Sasuke.

He glares, for just a moment, before ducking his head completely, a hand looped around his waist whilst he stares at the floor between them.

"Yeah."

Good. He's honestly relieved, mostly because his hand hurts. Things are so much different when you don't have access to chakra, in a hundred little ways that you never really notice until its gone.

He's also a little tired already. And Naruto looks so pathetic that the urge to keep on fighting gradually begins to fizzle away.

Still not going to help though.

It's exhausting without chakra... although he's thankful, because the last time they went all out against one another it wasn't pretty, and they'd both been through plenty of vigorous training since then.

He does tip his head to look up when the point seems to have made it's way home. He won't lie. He'd been hoping for a hand or something, but if it's not coming.

... He's just going to stay here and nurse his ribs.

You know what? After all that he is actually sorta hungry. And maybe he does feel a little better with some of that tension gone, not that he would ever admit it.

"....You still owe me food." Because you walked out on him that other day, remember?

Sasuke lets out a sigh before stepping forward, finally having enough of the charity case still slumped on the floor in front of him. He holds out a hand with the silent assumption that he will help him up off the ground. In return for food.

"Huh?"

Mostly, it's in response to owing him for food, but the surprise dies the moment Sasuke's had is extended toward him, making way for the barest smile. He can't be too hopeful, but he does grasp Sasuke's hand, tugging himself up to his feet and instantly groaning from the pain in his ribs.

"... Okay."

He lets go once he's up - testing his footing, stretching his back slightly before deciding that he can totally walk this off... but in this sort of slouched position, please.

"Where do you wanna go?"

Once Naruto's up on his feet, Sasuke lets go, letting his hands drop down to his sides.

"Somewhere that's close." It doesn't matter where, but it is unlikely that either want to trek across the whole city in this state.

He's glad-- the last thing they need right now is for anyone to see them in any compromising kind of situation.

Being bloody and beaten up doesn't count.

"Yeah--"

He actually turns to look around, before pointing off down some adjoining road. "There's a food place down there."

"Alright."

He's already started to walk in its direction. Silent, as usual, since there isn't much else to say on the matter.

It probably seems odd to others that they can go from shouting to fighting and then back to eating together all within the spam of ten minutes, but hasn't it always been this way between them?

He doesn't say a word, just nod and tries a smile-- which hurts, but it's totally worth it.

Falling into step beside Sasuke is easy, even with one hand on his cheek, nursing his jaw.

"... Thought you might not punch as hard without chakra."

"It wasn't as hard as it could have been." With chakra. Damn this place. He's flexing his hand now and then as they walk because it still hurts. He'll probably have some impressive bruises on his knuckles later.

He almost comes back with a response to that, but previous experience and a rare slice of common sense tells him he likes his face, even as it is now because it could get a lot worse.

Luckily for Sasuke, Naruto is too busy looking out for this place to eat to notice the way he's flexing his hand, but he doesn't stay quiet for long.

"There it is! Awesome. C'mon."

That's a skip in his step.

Followed by a grunt as he doubles over.

Sasuke lifts his head up to take a look at the place, only to lower it again in order to watch Naruto fall to the floor.

He stops just in front of the fallen ninja, waiting for him to get up. This is so troublesome..

"Get up." He's holding out an arm, one Naruto can use to lean on or something until they cross the short distance to the restaurant. He has to actually get up off the ground first though.

It's not as dramatic as it looks... Honest. He's just managed to shift one of his ribs too much and--

"Owowowow. I'm up. I'm up. Oi." Shrugging it off has always worked in the past, and he tries an experimental step, happy when it doesn't hurt like hell.

He almost wants to yell, because what the hell did Sasuke do? Getting hurt sucks, no matter where you are, but everything just seems ten times worse here.

"M'okay. Just-- need to eat I reckon."

Sasuke lets out an unimpressed noise because if left to his own devices, Naruto's answer to everything would probably be food. He grabs an arm to help prop him up, not even asking for permission as he does it and leads them over to the restaurant door.

Hopefully they have napkins laid out so he can at least stop his nosebleed.

"This whole thing was your idea, idiot." Probably won't be so quick to offer himself up as a punching bag next time, right?

Food was a good thing! It helped people talk, gave you energy and tasted delicious. There is absolutely nothing wrong with food. It is awesome.

Whoa-- He lets Sasuke take him by the arm, shifting at least so that he can walk comfortably beside Sasuke.

"Yeah well... It worked right?" He doesn't really say it with the same gusto as he perhaps might have done, because they're both in a pretty bad way, but all the same... there is truth in his words. His 'challenge' accomplished what he'd hoped it would.

and he would totally do it again in a heartbeat.

"You're going to get yourself killed one day for doing things like that, and you'll have nobody to blame for yourself." The tension has gone from his voice, though. So yes, it seemed to have worked as well as could have been expected.

Reaching out a hand, he pulls open the restaurant door to let them both inside.

"..." He doesn't really want to comment. He would definitely do this again if it meant fixing things with Sasuke, the fact that he's stupid enough to trust him to not actually kill him adds to the moment of course.

He grabs the door, hauling himself inside and hobbling over to a table, only to slump down into the seat. "What's this place got?"

Following to the tablr, Sasuke pulls out a seat on the opposite side of the table and sits, immediately reaching for some of the napkins placed there to hold on his nose.

"There's a menu in front of you, moron." It's right there. On the table. Pick it up. He hasn't set foot in this place before now, how is he supposed to know?

It's really good to finally sit down, and he practically slumps in his seat before reaching out for that menu, not tired enough that he can't throw a frown in Sasuke's direction.

Sweeping it up, instantly his expression changes. Except it's a grin that sends pain coursing through his face, and he reaches up with his free hand to press his fingers against his cheek in the hopes that it might make it stop.

"Ow. Ah, they've got loads of stuff." It's mumbled, but he sets the menu down on top of the table, shifting forward to slide it between them. "Steaks, burgers... noodles."

Sasuke takes the menu and glances over it, looking up briefly to watch Naruto nursing his cheek. His own wasn't much better as eh continued to press napkins against it. In fact, he looks around in search for the bathrooms before setting the menu down.

"Order me some noodles." He replies, already pushing his seat back and standing up before heading to the bathroom. Maybe it will look better once he has washed the dried blood off.

"Noodles?" The surprise in his tone might be obvious, but he's too busy looking up at what Sasuke's doing to question any further.

"Okay--" The menu has a bunch of different kinds on it, but he likes to think he knows Sasuke well enough to make a well informed decision on the kind he'd like to eat.

By the time Sasuke comes back... he'll have two glasses of water on the table, and two bowls of noodles coming right up. He's not nursing his own face any more, just pulling strange faces in an attempt to stop it feeling so weird.

Five minutes later and he's back, looking a little better now. No more fresh blood on his face, at least, but there's a rather obvious and nasty looking bruise forming on his nose, as well as on the knuckles of his left hand.

He sits down again, content with not saying anything and simply sipping at the glass of water.

Sasuke looks much better. Naruto even nods at his own thoughts, but bringing it up as a topic of conversation is only going to end sourly, and he's grown up enough now to realise that.

Instead, he mimics his friend, picking up his water and drinking a few mouthfuls. "Food better not be that long. I'm starvin'."

It'll arrive once it's ready, which probably won't be for a while. Not until they've cooked it. Of course he doesn't actually say this, instead offering Naruto some vague look which says he at least heard what he said.

He'll just drink some more water.

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