A/N: Hey. A new fanfiction. Hopefully it will turn out well. I finally got the guts to write for one of my favorite pairings. Hope you like.
Disclaimer: No recognizable material belongs to me.
It simply had to be intentional… it had to be. There was no way that this woman, he thought angrily to himself, didn't know exactly what she was doing.
Her eyes bored straight into his face, and Sasuke found himself in a particularly gruesome stare-of-death stalemate. He didn't like that. And he didn't ever remember it having happened to him before either – not even with the Dobe. He disliked that as well.
"My decision is final, Sasuke." She said coldly. "And you are not going to change - my - mind."
His was honestly doing his best to make her feel physical pain by staring at her. As in, real, true, legitimate, pain…
"You're dismissed." She said, still glaring over the top of her paperwork, readers glasses that she wore over her work making her look strangely more stern and less like the librarian he would have pictured her to be with them on. She was not getting away with this.
Sasuke rose from his chair, embittered, and still glaring with all his power at his village's Hokage. The blonde woman didn't even budge. She merely held his hot-black gaze until he finally, with one last look of contempt, broke it and walked towards the door. Only seconds after he'd left, she could have sworn she'd heard a loud crack.
She hesitated, then gave a grim sort of smile as she stood up, chair scraping, and walked outside to examine it for herself. Two minutes later found her staring dryly at a suspiciously Uchiha-fist-shaped hole in the middle of her newly re-painted wall, and a dark-haired Uchiha walking silently out the double doors at the other end. The only Uchiha…
For a moment she considered hauling the arrogant nineteen year old back into her office to yell at him, and ultimately bite his head off. But she hesitated. Through the glass window-pane she watched him move steadily away, through dim lit-hall, alone. One second of hesitation was all it took, for the last Uchiha to be gone all over again. Hokage stood and stared after her mistake for a while, and then closed herself back inside the safety of her office. She didn't resume her paper-work, which would have had any self-respecting member of ANBU wary and cautious. But instead, she removed her glasses and stared hard out her window that overlooked the city, hand over her mouth in thought.
What was she going to do with that boy? The troubled teen, who, only a few hours ago, had been dragged into her office by a loud and obnoxiously over-confident blonde. Naruto had unconsciously smeared two shades of blood all over her floor.
"I found him." The sandy blonde had panted; head hung heavy, body in the shape of exhaust. He looked up at her with a big, stupid grin. "I finally got the damn bastard back!"
And then they'd both collapsed, Naruto, just like Sasuke, passed out cold.
"Hey!" The Hokage had snapped, sitting up a bit more, staring at their still bodies. "Not on my carpet…!"
… Dead silence proved to her that Naruto had, in fact, passed out, if not from exhaust, then from sheer blood loss. And the Uchiha… she hadn't even known whether he had been conscious in the first place. She didn't even know if he was alive… She stared in slight shock at them for a bit longer before pressing down her intercom. She called the first person she could think of.
Beep.
"Hokage-san?" The voice on the other side was clear and sweet, and waiting for any kind of instruction.
"Get into my office." Hokage said crisply into the intercom, her fingers pressing down a little bit too hard on TALK. "There's something in here that I'll want to be cleaned up."
"Alright, Hokage-san."
Click.
Well. The Hokage had thought as she continued to stare blankly at the two boys collapsed and panting on her floor. I suppose things are looking up.
Wrong.
A/N: posting two at once...