Who thought things were over? No one, I hope. Last chapter people, enjoy it while you can.

Yeah, finally something's happening in canon. Nevertheless, I still don't own Naruto.

It was the sunlight that woke me up. Since Kakashi had known that none of us –including himself- would be in any state to work on the morning following his little party, the day had been called off. It felt nice not to hear Sasuke's alarm, for once; my head pounded vigorously, and additional noise was certainly not going to help.

I had trouble recalling exactly what had happened last night, but I knew there was a perfectly logical reason as to why my body ached so much. Especially my head, and another part I didn't want to think about just yet.

I groaned, and turned to my side, only to find the other half of the bed empty. That woke me up. Despite the loud complaining of my muscles, I sat up, brutally. "Sasuke?"

A slight shifting caught my eye; he was sitting next to the window, his chair partly hidden by the curtains, so that I would never have spotted him lying down. He got to his feet, picking up the large cup whose vapor was visible from where I was. Without looking at me, he handed it to me and wordlessly ordered me to drink.

I obeyed, and nearly choked on the horrible taste. "Teme," I groaned, my voice weak. "What's in there?"

Still refusing to meet my eyes, he sighed. "You don't want to know," was his dry answer. "But it's effective. Drink."

I did, and soon felt my headache lessen. Memory then returned, and I suddenly understood why the teme was so uncomfortable. My cheeks flushed as far they would go, and Sasuke brutally turned away, exiting the room before I could think to call him back.

I stared at the door, dumbfounded. Part of me didn't understand what Sasuke's problem was. Another part was wondering how I was personally supposed to react to the entire situation. My brain worked furiously for several seconds, and finally decided a shower was the best way to get all my thoughts in order.

*

Water washed over me like an invisible coat, and I leaned against the cold walls, thinking. I had been drunk. A little. This didn't excuse my attitude completely, although it did explain how things had been so fast. On the other hand, the teme had seemed mostly sober. I couldn't remember how much he'd drank, or how much alcohol truly affected him, but I was ready to bet it was hormones, not wine, that had shut down his reasonable self. Despite this, his lack of restraint did surprise me.

* * *

I chased the teme during the entire day. All pointless. He had probably fled the hotel and hidden in Paris, and if that was the case, I had no hope of finding him. Instead, I occupied myself by virtually murdering our perverted manager –this was his entire fault after all, though he refused to admit it- and trying to figure out exactly what I was going to say to Sasuke once he came back.

By seven p.m., I still had no clue of how to handle things, and the bastard hadn't returned. This in itself wasn't strange; the capital was still up and alive, and he could choose to eat outside the hotel restaurant.

I paced nervously in our room, wondering if he'd actually return. He needed to, since we still had some work left tomorrow. And if we didn't make things clear before then, things would be a lot tougher than usual.

For the fifth time in the past hour, I was overcome with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. When the hell had we stopped acting? Was it since Sakura and Ino's party? Before, when the teme had first kissed me? Or when Sai had? Had the teme been acting at all? I knew I had fused with my Kit personalities. I knew there was no more difference between Raven and the teme for me. I wouldn't be able to go back on that matter. And right now, Sasuke's absence hurt a lot more than I needed it to.

As I paced, my eyes suddenly fell on my backpack, and I remembered that Sai's painting was still inside. Picking the bag up, I retrieved the rectangular box, and observed it thoughtfully. Then glanced at the bed. Was the teme going to return? He knew I wouldn't let him sleep anywhere else if I thought he'd have nightmares again. His sick, paper-white face was still too fresh in my mind to let him dream like that again.

*

He still hadn't returned by ten. I left the box on his pillow, and went down to the front desk, asking if anyone had seen him. The answer was negative, and I resignedly headed to the restaurant.

Thanks to the lack of interest I carried for my food, I stayed long enough to see the teme walk past the doors without even glancing sideways. Immediately I got to my feet and rushed after him. I made sure to stay unnoticed as he advanced through the halls, both hands curled tightly at his sides. His posture was rigid, cold –judging from the intimidated looks he got from anyone who crossed his path- and made me cringe with doubt and worry.

To my relief, Sasuke walked straight to our room, halting in front of the door. Slowly his fists unclenched, and he raised a hand to knock. He stopped just before his knuckles hit the wood, and lowered his hand, sighing. My stomach twisted painfully as he rubbed his eyes with one hand, retrieving his keys from his pocket with the other. He hesitated, then inserted them into the lock, and entered the room.

The door shut, and I waited, hoping he hadn't just entered to take some clothes. Minutes passed, and I couldn't bring myself to move. I kept my eyes locked upon the door, praying with all my might it wouldn't open again.

"Lost your keys?" The voice behind me made me jump. I turned to face the pervert, shaking slightly. "Or are you tracking the fearsome Uchiha?" He smiled, and I resumed a furious look. "Enough beating for today," he stated, raising his arms in defense. "You and your little friend have already handed me more than your share."

"You deserved it, you pervert," I growled. Then turned back to face the door. "And quiet down. I don't want to ruin things."

He raised an eyebrow. "If you left something in there, he must've found it by now. I'd go in, before he finds a way to refuse it."

My body seemed to activate itself. In less than two seconds, I had already dashed across the hall and inserted my key into the lock. Pushing the door open, I stepped inside the room, not knowing if I was too early or too late.

Sasuke turned brutally. The paper he had been holding down with both hands rolled up, and I spotted the opened box on the table next to him. I tried to smile.

"You like it?"

He didn't answer.

"It's for you," I told him quietly. "I thought you might appreciate it." His eyes narrowed, suspicious. But he then turned, and unrolled the drawing once more, resting his coal irises on the fine traits. "Sai did it," I added, feeling the need to be completely honest. He stiffened, and I continued, "That's what we were doing that night. He said my expression was hard to draw." This time, I waited for an answer.

"Whose idea was this?" he finally asked.

"His." I felt slightly annoyed. "He only paints nude, men and women alike, with very few exceptions. He figured from our relationship you'd want one without clothes, and since I liked his other works, I said yes." Glaring at him, I took a step forward. "What I don't get is why you're so jealous of a guy I'll never fall in love with. I kissed you everywhere, I touched you, I had sex with you and gave you the drawing right after to prove everything's not over. You run away as soon as I remember what happened, probably blamed everything on the fact we were both drunk and avoided me all day-"

"I wasn't drunk."

I closed my mouth, and Sasuke turned back towards me, rolling the drawing up.

"Have you seen this?" he asked, indicating Sai's work.

I shook my head.

"It's good," the teme admitted quietly, placing it inside the box. He looked at me. "I'll keep it."

For some reason, I blushed and smiled, thanking him in a soft whisper. He put the box on the table, and walked over.

"I wasn't drunk," he repeated. "But I wasn't thinking correctly either." He paused again, and then resolutely met my gaze. "I took advantage of your state. I should have waited until you were sober to ask this."

I didn't look away. "From what I recall, I was the one asking things," I replied blankly.

"You weren't being reasonable. And instead of keeping an eye on you, I" –he hesitated, and I let a small smile creep up my face- "I let my instincts drive me. This shouldn't have happened."

My smile spread. "You've been messing up awfully often these days, teme," I remarked in a teasing voice. Lifting my hand, I reached for his face. Unfaltering. "Does it make it all wrong?" I asked, knowing my face had softened. "You know we would never have done anything if we'd remembered –if I had remembered," I corrected myself, "we were supposed to be straight." I stared right into his eyes, letting him know I meant every word I spoke. "I don't regret what happened, Sasuke. I'd like us to try. Being together, I mean."

His obsidian orbs were hard to read, mainly because there were so many emotions flashing inside the coal pools. His voice was quiet. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"It never felt wrong before," I remarked, inching closer. "And it's not like anyone will be surprised."

He seemed to think about it. Then, hesitantly, he reached out, and pulled me against his chest.

His body was warm. I hugged him back, the same way I had done so many times before, and I was glad to see the gesture came as naturally as ever. Resting my head onto his shoulder, I sighed softly. "See?" I asked the teme. "Our bodies were ready for it. The only problem came from our psychological restrictions." He snorted, and I bit his neck.

"You didn't notice anything until the very end," he remarked, amused.

"No," I grumbled. "Ever heard how ignorance is bliss?" Curious, I then asked, "When did you stop pretending?"

He shrugged, and began rubbing my back. "I may have taken my role a bit too seriously," he eventually admitted. "But I think I snapped out of it after the massage I gave you."

I nodded. He'd started the 'games' right after that episode. "But…what about the first time?" I asked. "You kissed me…we hadn't even made our characters yet! Right after Sai-" he covered my mouth.

"You got what you deserved," he stated darkly. "Don't mention it."

I looked up, realizing his eyes had shadowed again. And laughed. "Jealous bastard," I sighed, resting my head back on his shoulder.

He chuckled. "The very same."

Humphing, I buried my face deeper into his neck, and kissed his collarbone, the same way I had done so many times before. Except now he was Sasuke and I was Naruto. Teme and dobe. Night and day, polar opposites who had finally found a common ground.

Epilogue

I stretched my legs as the teme tied his shoes, grinning in anticipation. I was slightly surprised that we hadn't done this sooner, but I had to admit, good ideas usually came late. The Seine was lighter due to the bright sky, sparkling merrily beneath us. Paris was awake and already active at 7:00 a.m. The sun was up, the path ahead clear.

Sasuke straightened, and we darted off without a word. The cool morning air slapped against my face and I laughed, feeling the teme next to me smirk. Today was our last day in Paris, and our last day of work. I knew I'd stay in contact with Kakashi, who had promised us additional contracts, and with Sai, from whom I wanted a painting of Sasuke. Things needed to stay fair after all.

News from Sakura and Ino told us people handled their relationship well, and were ready for ours. Despite this we both knew the return home would be awkward, although Kiba had called to assure me he felt perfectly fine with the situation and wishing me the best of luck with the teme. Apparently I needed it.

Right now though, all I wanted to think about was the scenery that lay before my eyes; we were approaching St Louis' island, and the Cathedral of Notre Dame, which I could already see. Sasuke and I had decided to run all the way to the Eiffel Tower although this time we'd climb the steps more slowly -since none of the recent events had changed the teme's attitude towards stairs-, and take one last look at the French capital before we left.

As we ran, Sasuke's hand caught mine, and our fingers locked together. It was awkward, and not exactly natural, but it felt nice to feel the teme next to me as our feet thundered across the sidewalk.

The End

It is done. Finally I can remove the chains that have locked away all my other plot bunnies...Feel pity for the little beasts. Anyone interested in another multichapter? Completely different theme this time, and I also have three oneshots I want to try...

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