Summary: ...you don't make me happy when skies are gray! XD
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Naruto's hair, Sasuke thinks irritably, racing over the hill, is the color of piss. (It is the color of piss after drinking too much and finally, finally finding a toilet.) He slows down once he sees Naruto is alone and stalks forward, feeling anger like he'd swallowed his own Katon; Naruto is slumped against a tree in a puddle of blood, blood which might've either been from him or from the dead missing-nin by his side. Naruto's eyes were closed.
Sasuke crouches down and grabs and yanks on a handful of that coarse hair, pube-like in how it goes every-which-way and how it smells like ass because Naruto should really wash his hair more, and Sasuke hisses into his face, "If you die, I'll get Sakura to heal you anyways so that I can kill you myself. But slower."
Naruto winces and glares up at him. "I'm just resting, bastard." The dobe moves his legs aimlessly, except where it hooks against Sasuke's legs and unbalances him enough to spill him into Naruto's lap and Sasuke finds himself getting aquainted once again with Naruto's octopus-like qualities. He would squirm had not previous attempts deemed it futile.
"Quit bitching, I'll be up in a second."
"Hn," Sasuke replied. "You'd better." (He feels irritated, he tells himself.)
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drabble 'cause I couldn't get the descriptions out of my head...