Chapter 3

Sasuke was a very patient man. It's been established, right? But that meant his patience was tested time and again by his other half, the sun to his moon, the yang to his yin, you know the drill. Did this patience always lead to character growth? Did he learn anything from being patient? Why, yes, yes, he did.

He had learned that discussions with people unwilling to listen to your part of the argument was pointless. One way or the other, they'd find a way to prove their point and get what they want. He'd learned this first hand from his brother Itachi, the master of all manipulators, who had somehow convinced him that he was adopted despite Sasuke being a carbon copy of his mother, in a typical sibling fashion.

As of now, Sasuke was lying on his stomach, cursing every now and then because he'd calculated the probability of this scenario time and again, and he knew, he KNEW that it had always been somewhere around 0.01, so how? HOW had Naruto convinced him to do this? And why was Naruto taking such a long time to get to it?

His questions were answered when he heard the lowest of the lowest snickets coming from behind him. It was ridiculous.

"Not a word, Naruto."

When his dickhead boyfriend did not stop, he said it in a more threatening tone, firstly, because his ass was starting to feel waves of the night wind, and secondly because he just wanted to get it over with.

"Not. A. Word."

The snickers finally stopped and Naruto said in a very matter-of-factly kind of way.

"But it looks like I'm about to impale you with a lightsaber."

Sasuke turned his head around and made the knarliest face to him which managed to finally take Naruto out of his stupor. His face was red from having to hide his snickers, and now he looked a tad bit ashamed.

"I may or may not have watched Star Wars."