Yay, my first fiction of Sasuke and Naruto. Hope you like this bit!

~sSs~

It was perhaps an hour or two that he had been able to rest. Naruto, though completely awake and alert, was still very drowsy from the training he had done the night before. It seemed hopeless. He practiced until his hands were numb, with his kunai and stars, but his aim still couldn't beat that jerk Sasuke's! Blisters and calluses covered his rough hands, and the fact that he had used his Kage Bunshin technique in order to continue practice, even while he needed rest, did its toll on him. He would show that teme, he would! It irked him so unbelievably terribly how the teme just stood there and smirked, acting all cool. He wasn't all that impressive.

Anyone could be like that if they tried. All I would have to do, Naruto thought, is talk to no one, not that hard, right? Mutter usuratonkachi every once in a while, that's easy; and pretend I don't care about anything. That teme doesn't know how to live. How can he be so boring? He took a deep breath through his nose, and let the air out in a long sigh. He had it easy. He was, as Iruka-sensei said, special. But, what was so special about him? Naruto was special, too, and he knew it. A long, drawn yawn told Naruto of his old friend's awakening.

"You know," the Kyuubi droned, "if you like that brat's life so much, why not ask me for a time in it?" Naruto blinked at the ceiling. The fox could do that?

Naruto asked his demon curiously, "What do you mean?" Kyuubi wasn't as bad as most people thought. He protected Naruto; cared for him; kept him alive, even if it was partially for himself. He did more for Naruto than the village had ever done. Despite first hating the fox, for destroying what his life could have been, with his mother and father, wherever they were, Naruto had long since come to be on good terms with the spirit.

"Well, you know that there are three parts to your body, physical, mental and spiritual, right? Manipulating chakra, in a sense, is manipulating the spirit, if only the energy it gives." Silence. Kyuubi sighed; he would have to get better definitions on the child's level of thinking. "Hmm…" then, the perfect thought struck him. "Your ramen. When it's hot, it gives off steam. Now, imagine that steam being your chakra. If you blow on it, you control where the steam is going, but not the source, the bowl. So, when you manipulate chakra, you are using the steam of energy that your spirit produces."

"…So? What's chakra got to do with me getting a time when Sakura-chan likes me?"

"I'm a demon. I control more than just the energy. I can swipe away the soul, and let's say 'seal' it far away from where it once came from, then, easily remove the 'seal' and the soul will drift off to find its body."

Naruto paused. "You're saying that you can make us switch bodies, or something, like in those weird movies, and the people say some magic stuff, then wake up in another place than they fell asleep, then they have to figure out how to switch back before it becomes permanent or a tragic death happens, just because there are always deaths in a lot of movies?"

The Kyuubi snorted at the child's example, but, instead of trying to explain the differences, which Naruto wouldn't even remember, said, "Eh…close enough. But, then there is a matter with his memories and—"

Naruto continued as if he hadn't heard anything after 'close enough.' "Cool, then I could be the one everyone likes, then Sakura-chan would—"

"But there's a problem, see I can't leave. I can't unseal my own spirit from this place, and the Uchiha won't survive in a rock."

Naruto didn't see the problem. "Well, wouldn't you be attacked if you escaped me, anyway, and…wait a minute. I would die if you left my body!" That was a problem that wouldn't have to be dealt with for quite some time. The Fourth's seal was nearly impossible to break. Only a very skilled and practiced ninja could attempt to directly remove Naruto's seal. "What's the problem? I leave, then come back after messing up Sasuke's life."

"You see, Naruto, the spiritual exchange won't do precisely what—"

"It'll be the ultimate prank! Come on, Kyuubi-chan…" Wait, did Naruto just call him—he would pay later. He needed to get his point across.

"You plan on destroying Sasuke's reputation, then? You realize that, if I do get you there, he will need to go somewhere else, meaning, the only open body at my disposal." Naruto wasn't thrilled about being acknowledged as such, but let the fox continue. "He will be here, and so will I. He isn't allowed to know that I'm here, by that law the present Hokage put in place. How easy is it for you to sense me, sense my feelings, when I'm angry or content? Don't you ever hear me talking?" Naruto nodded, though the Kyuubi couldn't see it, he knew the boy's mind well enough. "He will notice."

"Just do it, for a bit, maybe right before he wakes up, and right after I fall asleep. Then, he'll think it was all a terrible dream."

The fox chuckled lightly. "You think it as simple as that?" Another nod. "If you insist." The Kyuubi thought quietly, it'll be your own fault for wanting to humiliate him so badly that you left yourself open to attack." Ah, well. He could do a little to protect Naruto's memories, while he was away. The boy didn't want the explanation; he was too excited to know he could now pull the ultimate prank on his nemesis. "I need to see the target," Kyuubi finally said, "and bring a towel."

~sSs~

Naruto couldn't help but laugh at the prospect of what he could do. Sasuke was in for the humiliation of his life! The road that led to the Uchiha's home was often passed, on Naruto's way to his apartment, after training. He couldn't miss the old police building. Naruto, quietly as he could, crept around the house to a back window. It wasn't lit by the street light. "Kid, look up."

Kyuubi didn't bother whispering, because no one else could hear him, but that didn't stop Naruto from letting out a quiet "Shush…" Kyuubi rolled his eyes, from behind the cage. "By the way," he asked mentally, "what's the towel for?"

"Just get in." Naruto climbed in through an open window. Hah, bad luck to leave a window open on this night of all nights. He slipped silently across the wooden floor, making his way down a dark hall. Then, there was a grunt. He froze. Naruto had to subdue his giggles, at the sound he heard after a few seconds. The Uchiha was snoring! And loudly, he might add. "Now, tie the towel in a knot." Naruto went about the curious task, then waited for further instructions. "Now, put that in your mouth and bite. Hard."

"What? Why?"

"Imagine that you fell into an active volcano, and you will almost know what this will feel like. Getting your soul torn clean out of your body is no peaceful task."

Naruto paused, but shoved the wadded up ball of fabric in his mouth, clamping it down with his teeth. "Why won't Sasuke-teme feel any pain?"

"He will. It won't any more pleasant for him, but what did you think you were getting yourself into?"

He glared at still air. "Why does it have to hurt?"

"Everything a demon does ends up with the pain of a human, intentionally or not, now quiet. Shingi Kinbaku no Jutsu," he growled, and fire burned Naruto's bones, ice speared his flesh. The villagers were all there, watching his soul leave his body. Watching him helpless and in pain. Some were helping, throwing bricks from afar, hoping to speed up the process. The pain was slowly increasing. The inferno burned hotter, the frozen shards dug deeper, the rocks and loose pieces of board struck harder. He didn't see it, but he felt it. He didn't even see Sasuke thrash as he dreams turned dark.

Sasuke awoke, abruptly, both from hearing a sudden outcry, and from that nightmare. Itachi was there, taunting him, telling him how weak he was. He relived his parents deaths again. The memories, which he had tried so hard to forget, were back and imprinted in his mind. He looked up from his sheets, to see a crying Naruto, a thick piece of cloth hanging from his mouth, but the illusion only lasted a split second. He fell into a dreamless sleep. The body of an unconscious Naruto, somehow appeared in his small apartment, covered and in wrinkly pajamas, as if he had never left the building.

~sSs~

Not many hours later, after fainting of the agony, Naruto awoke, thinking irritated thoughts. Sasuke-teme gets a bad dream, and I get that? I sure hope it won't be as bad when I return. He glanced down, unraveling his hands from the sheets he didn't remember covering himself with. "I wonder what—?" Naruto clamped his, or Sasuke's, hand over his mouth. Letting up a bit, he murmured, "Whoa…that sounds so weird." He listened to Sasuke's voice speaking his words.

Suddenly finding himself wanting to see the teme's reaction to this switch, Naruto hyperactively leapt from the sheets, swinging open the closet door, which had several identical blue shirts, a red and white Uchiha fan stitched on the back. "He must have a hard time choosing what to wear each day." He snatched up one of the tops, and jammed a head through it, while turning toward the wooden dresser that stood opposite the blue bed. After successfully tugging the crushed collar back to it original state, Naruto opened the top drawer.

"Books? Why's he need those boring things?" The second, wrappings. "Oh yeah, almost forgot that. Iruka-sensei would notice, I bet, if I forgot something. Sakura probably would too, she stares at him so long." He tossed the roll behind him, so he could wind the white material around his legs after finding the shorts. He searched that drawer deeper, and found his kunai pouch. He went another drawer down. "Hah, there they are." Naruto dressed, trying to think if he remembered everything. He didn't realize how much Sasuke had to do until now. He only saw a crest on an indigo shirt, white shorts and a forehead protector. Naruto had never bothered to notice anything else.

Now what? Naruto wondered, as he wrapped the fabric around his shins. Right, his white elbow sleeves. As Naruto expected, they were just one more drawer down. "Neat freak," Naruto muttered in Sasuke's dark tones. Naruto thought that it would be very difficult for him not to laugh whenever he spoke that day. Twisting his pale arms through the wide sleeves, Naruto walked aimlessly around the Uchiha's home. "Where's the kitchen? Anything to eat around here?" When he found the space, he thought it was huge, but, compared to his apartment, everything here was huge; the bathrooms, bedrooms, halls, kitchen…

On the center of an island, sat a basket of shining red tomatoes. "Ugh, vegetables. Yuck." Nevertheless, he approached the still wicker. Almost unconsciously, Naruto plucked a cherry colored sphere from the top of the pyramid. Wait, I don't want to eat this, Naruto thought, but Sasuke did. He was used to eating one daily, for heath purposes. Tomatoes had a natural antioxidant, lycopene. The real Naruto would have run from such a scary food, but Sasuke wouldn't. He tossed the fruit in the air, catching it with one hand, as he walked toward the exit of his home. Naruto wanted to drop the evil thing, but it didn't happen. Why didn't he have complete control?

Why didn't Kyuubi tell me I wouldn't be able to be in charge? Naruto wondered, innocently. He didn't know the fox had tried to tell him, but failed to relay the message. Naruto suddenly realized that he didn't know much about the technique at all. He didn't know how he would be affected or what things he could or couldn't do.

No, no, no! I don't want to eat it! Naruto screamed in his mind, but the brain of the body ignored its new spirit. A juicy, gushing bite of sweet tomato flooded his mouth. Naruto, however, didn't freak out as he expected. This tastes, he pondered a moment, good. Who would've guessed? The inside was slightly sugary, and just a bit cool from the air, yet the outside skin was warm, from being in his hands. Small seeds slid past his throat as he swallowed what Naruto thought must be the first real plant he had ever had in his life, or Sasuke's rather. He was unexpectedly calm at the prospect of eating the fruit, as well. That was Sasuke's brain influencing the body, despite the other soul telling him different. How much could he do, and how many things would the other mind stop him from doing? Oh well, he thought. I guess a tomato wasn't so bad.

"Hmm," he wondered aloud, "if I ate that, what else can I do that isn't normal?" He slid a kunai from his pouch and looked around. There was his target, a simple thin tree, thich enough for the kunai not to go in too deep, but thin enough to need decent aim. Whipping his arm around, Naruto aimed about three feet away, but Sasuke's arm didn't obey. The knife hit dead center. This, Naruto thought, could be a problem in making him look bad.

"Anyway," he said aloud, with a stretch of arms, after devouring the morning snack. "I better get home and see how Sasuke takes this change."