This is going to be a story with the pairing Sasuke and Naruto!

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[DISCLAIMER: i do not own Naruto or the characters, they belong to M. Kishimoto.]

[T/W: ABUSE, SLIGHT CURSING, PANIC ATTACKS, also uchiha's]

Doing the dishes had always been something Naruto hated. Absolutely hated. I mean, just think about all the possible things he could have been doing at this moment! Playing games, eating ramen, exchanging dumb jokes with Kiba.. such productive things.

But here he was; furiously rubbing some stupid dirty plates from yesterday with a pout on his face, even though nobody was there to see him suffer.

Suddenly he was pulled from his soapy thoughts as he heard someone knocking on his apartment door, well, more in a 'being-too-lazy-and-just-face-planting-yourself-into-my-freshly-painted-door-you-asshole' kind of way.

He and his goldfish memory had forgotten about his anger already as he swung the towel over his shoulder, quickly wiped his hands dry and skipped to the door because finally someone had heard his prayers of being pulled away from his chores.

He opened the door and found a young man about his age practically collapsing against him and he stepped back with a questioning look on his face.

Said teen held himself up against his wall as he stumbled further down the hall. Wait what the fuck?

''Hey, what do you think you're doing?!'' He questioned frantically. As he said that, he noticed a small trail of blood following the guy. He quickly looked back up at the dark haired boy and gawked without shame.

First of all, this might possibly, no scrap that, this was the single most beautiful person Naruto had ever laid eyes on; fine, silky black hair that seemed to naturally spike up at the ends, a perfect pale complexion with not a single spot or mole, long slim legs and arms, a pointy chin and nose, cute pink lips and best of all: the darkest, deepest, most intimidating eyes the blond had ever seen.

Empty, but beautiful, he concluded. When one of the unmentioned slim eyebrows rose slightly at the blonds' shameless staring fest, he remembered his second reason for staring and furrowed his brows with a caring look. His smile was nowhere to be seen.

Dark purple marks circled around the strangers' neck. One of his eyes had a painful looking red circle around it and a trail of blood was dripping from his eye down to his chin. His nose was bleeding and the sleeves of the boy's long sleeved navy turtleneck -which by the way had never looked good on anyone but him- seemed wet and he concluded that to be blood to, seeing red trails steadily making their ways down his elegant hands.

''Wow, hey, what happened? Sit down man,'' he said quickly as he had already shot into mom mode and at this point the stranger had no time to regret choosing his apartment as he was softly pushed onto a chair in the blond's living room.

''What are you doing?'' The intruder asked weakly as the blond looked around wildly, seemingly searching for something. The raven's voice was lacking his usual venom, which of course went unnoticed by Naruto, who now for the first time heard his deep voice.

''I'm sorry for just walking in on you. I needed a place to hide for some time and I noticed you walking into this apartment multiple times since I live nearby and concluded you lived here. I'll go sit somewhere with some water if I may and you can go back to doing your thing. I'll be heading out soon, and I really apologise. Also for the blood on your carpet.. Eh yeah.'' He let out a sigh and hissed as the material of his turtleneck tickled his wounds.

The blond man, seeming to completely ignore everything his guest had just said, put a thoughtful finger to his lips and mumbled to himself. ''where did I put that freaking medical kit.. I need it once in my life and I can't remember.'' A small silence streched before; ''Oh! I'll be right back. Hold on, I'll help you, dude!''

The man in the chair looked dumbfounded and slightly pissed off for whatever reason, but Naruto was already running up the squeeky stairs with a speed that was kind of respectable seeing as the stairs looked like a death trap.

Once back, Naruto bent down and started working on the bruised face in his living room without further questioning, which was appreciated.

His surprisingly soft hands cupped the others face as he dabbed the disinfectant on the scratches and wiped away the blood.

When he was done with the facial wounds he looked at the boy's arms and chest and remembered seeing him trying to hide his uncomfortableness while moving, and concluded he was in worse shape than he let on.

He lifted up the hem of the turtle neck slightly and was abruptly stopped by a pale hands grabbing his.

''what the hell are you doing,'' the boy hissed, glaring at the blond with some returning fire in his eyes.

''Well, you have wounds on your chest and arms too, right? Strip.'' ... ''No, wait. That didn't come out right I..'' He felt himself go a shade pinker and he slapped his own forehead in a comical way, making his new aquaintance roll his eyes. ''Let me look at your chest and arms? It might get infected, dude,'' he tried again.

The stoic man sighed. ''If your stop calling me dude I'll concider it. Dobe.''

Slightly offended by the name, Naruto made his decision. ''You know you are the one practically bleeding to death in my living room right? But sure. I'll stop calling you dude, teme,'' he finished with a challenging look in his eyes.

The raven ignored the insult and slowly lifted the shirt of his head because he was trying to avoid touching his wounds, but to the Uzumaki it looked like a very intense slow motion movie of some gorgeous boy stripping in front of him in his very own living room. Holy shit.

He scolded himself mentally for being so attracted purely for the guy's looks but he couldn't help himself as he looked at the pale bare chest of the stranger in front of him. Still, he could see this wasn't good.

Blue and purple bruises covered too many parts of his entire chest and sides, splotching skin here and there, combined with multiple cuts that were still leaking blood down his torso onto the rim of his black skinny jeans. His arms were much the same; some dark hand prints were seen as if someone gripped him too tightly and left a mark behind. It wasn't pretty.

''..Just get this done with will you,'' The raven said hoarsely as he looked down and balled his fists, bangs covering his eyes.

Naruto stopped looking at him so obviously immediately and felt embarrassed for being so blunt. He swallowed down the uneasy feeling the marks gave him. ''I'm sorry, I'll treat you right away, please hold still.''

He continued to work on the teens' wounds for the next thirty minutes and when he was all done bandaging his wounds and disinfecting and dabbing he put his kit away and mentally thanked himself for taking Sakura's advice and actually buying one.

The now treated boy immediately reached for his blood soaked shirt, but Naruto snatched it away before he had a chance to put it back on. ''That's gross, let me get you a new shirt. I'll be right back, stay put!'' He said as he once again dashed up his stairs.

The boy downstairs was left wondering how many other people would be so kind to random blood soaked intruders on a Sunday evening.

Once Naruto had given him a black shirt instead of his usual neon coloured clothes, which he was thankful for even though it was slightly too big on him, he was instructed to sit on the blond's couch and he got handed a cup of warm chocolate milk with whipped cream and cocoa powder sprinkled on top.

He stared at it as it steamed in his face and felt warmth spread through his icy fingertips, melting some of his uptightness.

Naruto sat down in front of him on a soft, yellow lounge chair and sipped on his own drink. ''Fuck that's hot, I never learn,'' He groaned as he tried to fan his burnt tongue with his free hand. "What's your name by the way, teme?'' He asked, surprising the teen, who was still staring at his cup in thought.

''Uchiha Sasuke,'' he answered, just now hearing a soft tune playing from a radio he couldn't spot. He looked at the living room he was in, really looked, and decided it was completely opposite of his taste, but charming and cosy in a weird way.

It wasn't big at all, but it wasn't too small; it was nice. The walls were a warm orange tone. There was a dining table made of dark wood surrounded by a few random chairs that didn't match and had funky colours. There were multiple red and yellow soft looking carpets on the floor and there was a small coffee table in front of him made from glass, with a cute bouquet of yellow field flowers on it.

Christmas lights decorated the walls even though it wasn't Christmas, and it smelled like cinnamon in the warm room. It was getting dark outside so the effect was extra cosy. Picture frames decorated the walls along with some strange looking scrolls of some sort, neither of them he could really make out what they had on them. Once he was done looking around, he let his eyes rest on the blond in front of him, and decided that was the best part of the room.

Sasuke had met a lot of people in his life, but this person looked like a ray of sunshine to him, even though he knew that was insanely cliché and weird, he couldn't help but notice it. Maybe he was just affected by the rare pure kindness the guy radiated.

The man that had so kindly let him stumble in was a tall, tanned blond with random freckles and spots all over his face, neck and arms.

He was wearing a simple white shirt and obnoxiously orange pants that were rolled up at the bottom.

He noticed the slightly chubby fingers he had felt on his cheek holding the steamy cup tightly and wondered if the cup knew how lucky it was to be held like that by him.

He quickly pulled himself from that train of thought and continued his visual report of the sunny character.

He had big round ears and a broad chest. Not too broad, he thought; just a nice, muscled chest. His legs seemed slightly longer than Sasuke's, he noticed with slight frustration, and his socks were kind of to be expected: fluffy and orange.

His cheeks had three marks on each side. Like whiskers, he thought. His eyebrows were thicker than Sasuke's and his lashes were short and a light blond colour. Finally he looked into his eyes and that was a mistake.

He stared into the blue pools of the man's eyes which were looking right back at him, and decided he was looking at the sky on a sunny day. He kept staring because how could someone's eyes possibly be so intense, so blue, so calming?

Hi!

okay so, i hope to make this my first multi chapter fanfiction! i already have quite a lot of pages written:)
Please feel free to point out any mistakes i made/will make!
This is rated T for now but that might change, aswell as other pairings that might get involved.

Hope you'll like where this goes!