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nine-inch-noodle:

mandate-of-hell:

   _{In regards to his living situation, Sasuke expected nothing less from the idiotic higher ups. Keeping him with the village hero seemed like the smartest thing to do.. or perhaps it may just well be the dumbest. Naruto was emotionally invested in Sasuke’s mere existed. Could he handle living with the shell of his best friend? He felt so indolent.}

   _{“I see..” Eyes still averted from Naruto’s pathetically sad glance, irritation soon settling in. He was not sad for himself, but for Sasuke. His dysphoric mood was brought on by the Uchiha’s own suffering, and in that, Sasuke only found disgust. How could someone be so sensitive? His body shifted uncomfortably within the folds of his bed, torso curving so bare feet could plant themselves upon the cool floor beneath. “Let’s go, then.“}

   _{He was in no real rush other than to get the Hell out of these hospital clothes, and get some real food into his stomach. He’d barely touched the plate set out for him just in front of his bed. He hated this. He hated it here. He was clearly miserable, but there was nothing left for him to retort against. All he could do now was accept his fate.}

That’s was all Sasuke was going to say? Naruto was expecting at least that he would complain or say that he could live by himself… It was like the raven was trying to rub on Naruto’s face that he wasn’t the same anymore. But he couldn’t show him that he was sad… No. He wasn’t used to give up so why should he give up on Sasuke now? Now, that the Uchiha was back to Konoha?

"All right. Do you need any help? Are you ready?” Stupid questions seeing that the raven was already standing and waiting for him. ‘And still avoiding my gaze, I see…’. Shaking his head, the blonde turned his back to Sasuke and nodded. It wasn’t the place to try and talk to Sasuke. He was getting out of the hospital right now. He would still need to rest and then maybe tak…

“I need to buy food. I don’t think that you will want ramen for dinner…” He scratched the back of his head as a dry chuckle escaped his lips.

   _{Eyes finally gazed over towards the blonde, irritation clear upon his visage as he lay silent as a response to his questions. He didn’t need his aide. He didn’t need anyone.. wasn’t that it? Tresses fell over a fallen facade, disheveling his view just briefly as he took his first step out of bed. At first, wobbly, but eventually he found his footing to be quite elegant. He quickly reached for his discarded attire, ripped and bloodied up from their prior battle. That didn’t seem to deter him from quickly getting undressed and putting his tattered clothing back on. He’d never rid himself of these loins.}

   _{Without giving Naruto so much as a heads up, he was already making his way out of his hospital’s bedroom. He was already fully discharged, the only thing he was waiting for was Naruto. His footing was quick and impatient, he couldn’t wait to smell something other than danky stink of sick people.}

   _{Upon leaving the hospital, he halted for a moment, briefly taking in the scenery around him. Breathing in the air that surrounded his lungs. Despite hating Konoha for so long, this was quite refreshing. Peaceful. “T'ch..” He resented that thought.}