Chapter Thirty-Two

(Present)

Naruto was strange when he was cooking. Not that he wasn 't strange normally but 'a different kind of strange. Sasuke observed him stoically from the corner of his eye as he mechanically fixed a salad to complement the curry and rice Naruto was fixing. Naruto had grimaced at Sasuke 's insistence of the salad but had stepped to the side with a muttered curse of teme, to allow him into his small kitchen space. Also, despite what Sasuke would have guessed, Naruto was actually pretty 'decent at cooking. He moved around with focused eyes, his tongue peeking out as he worked. It smelled good and looked far more impressive then Sasuke 's boring salad did, not that the raven-haired-boy would ever admit that.