Title: Clocks

Author: kawaii-kirei "KK"
PG-13 or T for implied yaoi

Disclaimer: Naruto and all of its characters do not and never will belong to me.

Author's Notes: This and my other SasuNaru drabble 'After Every Hour' are actually the same, only written differently and in another perspective, in case you're wondering about the resemblance. :D I've actually had this idea with me for two years now. xD;; But it was originally RoyEd from FMA, but then I decided to make it SasuNaru, so I'll just write the RoyEd one on another day. xD



Being the Hokage is rewarding, especially after seeing all the grateful and happy faces of the villagers, but you can't deny that it does get tiring sometimes.

Naruto Uzumaki was not made to do paperwork. He just wasn't.

The person who thought that he was made to do so and had assigned him with tons of papers to sign was probably called cuckoo as a child.

And thus, the Rokudaime is resigned to do boring paperwork on boring days such as Tuesdays. It's even more boring for him because he couldn't count just how many seconds has passed as he stared at each paper after the other. The clock on the wall above the door had broke down two weeks ago, and apparently, everyone was lazy enough to go buy some batteries from the store next door. (Oh, wait. There was no store next door.)

But still, life is not all bad.

Even if he couldn't tell how many seconds has passed, he could tell how many hours has it been because the amount of hours passed is the same as the amount of kisses he had received from Sasuke since stepping inside the office.

Naruto's internal clock was working, really, with full-charged batteries, but ever since the office clock stopped ticking, as he sat in his office drawing humurous caricatures of those mentally deranged people who forced him to do these damned paperwork, he would let his internal clock die down and rest.

Because when Sasuke would barge inside the room after every hour, grab his collar and ravish his lips with heated kisses and tongue action for exactly five minutes, he would already know what time it was.

- owari -