Andrew Slayn
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Chapter 5: Beneath the Surface
🕑 Added 2025-06-29 10:00:08 +0000 UTCSasuke adjusted his grocery basket, scanning the shelves of the small convenience store for the last few items on his mental list. It was nearly sunset, and after a full day of Academy classes followed by individual training, he was looking forward to a quiet dinner and early night.
The store was relatively empty at this hour—just an elderly couple examining produce in one corner and the middle-aged shopkeeper arranging a display near the front. Sasuke selected a carton of eggs and some fresh vegetables, mentally planning a simple stir-fry for dinner.
The bell above the door chimed, signaling another customer's arrival. Sasuke glanced up reflexively, then paused when he recognized the bright orange jacket and blond hair of his new training partner.
Naruto entered hesitantly, his usual boundless energy notably subdued as he cast a wary glance at the shopkeeper, who had stiffened at the sight of him. Interesting. Sasuke moved behind a tall shelf, curious to observe the interaction without being noticed.
"I need to get some things for dinner," Naruto said, his voice uncharacteristically quiet as he approached the shopkeeper.
The man's face hardened. "We're closing soon."
Sasuke checked the clock on the wall. The store's posted hours clearly indicated it would remain open for another two hours.
"I'll be quick," Naruto promised, already moving toward the instant ramen display. "I just need—"
"I said we're closing," the shopkeeper interrupted, his voice colder. "We don't have what you're looking for. Try somewhere else."
Naruto stopped, his shoulders dropping slightly. This was clearly not the first time he'd encountered such treatment.
"But I can see the ramen right there," he said, a note of frustration creeping into his voice. "And the sign says you're open until—"
"Out!" the man snapped, moving from behind the counter. "We don't serve your kind here. How many times do I have to tell you before it sinks into that thick skull?"
The elderly couple looked up at the commotion, their expressions shifting from curiosity to understanding, then to something like approval as they realized who was being ejected.
"Fine," Naruto muttered, turning toward the door. "Your ramen probably sucks anyway."
The shopkeeper's face flushed with anger. "What did you say, you little demon? Get out before I call the authorities!"
Naruto didn't respond, simply pushing open the door and exiting with a forced nonchalance that couldn't quite hide his hurt. Through the window, Sasuke could see him pause on the street, shoulders hunched, before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking away.
Sasuke stood frozen behind the shelf, processing what he'd just witnessed. He'd known, of course, about the village's treatment of Naruto. The anime had shown glimpses of it, and he'd read enough fanfiction in his previous life to understand how deeply the prejudice against the Nine-Tails' jinchūriki ran.
But knowing something intellectually and seeing it firsthand were entirely different experiences. The casual cruelty, the public humiliation, the way the other customers had tacitly approved—it was ugly in a way that made something twist painfully in his chest.
Naruto was twelve years old. A child. Completely innocent of the burden forced upon him at birth.
And the village that would one day celebrate him as its greatest hero currently treated him like garbage.
Before he could think better of it, Sasuke approached the shopkeeper, who was still muttering angrily to himself.
"Excuse me," he said, his voice deliberately neutral.
The man turned, his expression shifting instantly from anger to deferential politeness when he recognized the Uchiha crest on Sasuke's shirt.
"Ah, young Uchiha-san! How can I help you today? We have some excellent fresh tomatoes that just came in—I know those are a favorite of yours."
The sudden transformation was sickening. Here was the same man who, seconds ago, had been calling a child a "demon," now practically bowing in his eagerness to please the last loyal Uchiha.
"I saw what just happened," Sasuke said coldly.
The shopkeeper's smile faltered slightly. "Ah, that? Please don't concern yourself. Just a troublemaker we've had problems with before. Some people simply aren't welcome in respectable establishments."
"I see." Sasuke's voice remained carefully controlled. "And who decides what makes an establishment 'respectable'?"
The man's smile became strained. "Well, I—we have standards, you understand. Certain elements are disruptive to other customers."
"He was trying to buy dinner," Sasuke observed. "Hardly disruptive."
A flush crept up the shopkeeper's neck. "Uchiha-san, with all due respect, you don't understand the situation. That boy is—"
"My training partner," Sasuke cut in smoothly, watching the man's eyes widen in shock. "And you just refused service to someone I work with."
"I—I had no idea you were associated with... I mean, of course, if he's with you, that's different—"
"Is it?" Sasuke asked, letting his disgust show now. "Because it shouldn't be. He's an Academy student of Konoha, same as me."
The shopkeeper seemed at a loss for words, his mouth opening and closing without sound. The elderly couple had stopped pretending not to listen and were openly staring now.
"I'll take these," Sasuke said, placing his basket on the counter. "And I want everything on this list as well."
He quickly jotted down several items he'd seen Naruto eyeing—instant ramen, milk, some basic vegetables, and a few other essentials. The shopkeeper hurriedly gathered the items, his previous hostility replaced by nervous compliance.
"Will there be anything else, Uchiha-san?" the man asked as he bagged the groceries, his tone carefully respectful.
Sasuke considered for a moment. What he really wanted to do was tell this man exactly what he thought of his behavior, to make him understand the cruelty of discriminating against a child for something entirely beyond his control. But that wouldn't help Naruto in the long run. The village's attitude couldn't be changed through individual confrontations.
"No," he said finally. "That will be all."
After paying, Sasuke collected the bags and headed for the door. As he reached it, he paused and looked back at the shopkeeper.
"You should know," he said quietly, "that the Fourth Hokage would be ashamed of how this village treats his legacy."
He didn't wait to see the man's reaction, simply pushing through the door and stepping into the twilight-bathed street. The cryptic comment would likely be dismissed as the nonsensical statement of a child who couldn't possibly know the Yondaime's wishes. But it felt important to say nonetheless.
Now, to find Naruto.
It didn't take long to locate the blond boy. Sasuke tracked him to a small playground that had emptied of other children as dinner time approached. Naruto sat alone on a swing, pushing himself listlessly back and forth, his expression distant and resigned in a way that seemed fundamentally wrong on his normally animated face.
Sasuke approached quietly, setting the grocery bags down beside the swing set. "Hey."
Naruto's head snapped up, surprise flashing across his features before his usual mask of cheerful bravado slipped into place. "Oh, hey Sasuke! What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you," Sasuke replied honestly. "I saw what happened at the store."
The facade cracked slightly, embarrassment and hurt showing through before Naruto forced a laugh. "Oh, that? No big deal. Happens all the time. That guy's just a jerk."
"Yes, he is," Sasuke agreed, picking up the bags. "I got your groceries."
Naruto froze, the swing coming to a stop. "You... what?"
"Your groceries," Sasuke repeated, holding up the bags. "The ramen and other things you were going to buy."
"But... why would you do that?" Naruto asked, genuine confusion in his voice.
Sasuke shrugged, uncomfortable with the naked vulnerability in Naruto's expression. "You need to eat. Come on, I got enough for both of us. We can have dinner at my place."
Naruto stared at him as if he'd started speaking another language. "You want me to come to your house? For dinner?"
"That's what I said, isn't it?" Sasuke replied, already turning to leave, expecting Naruto to follow. "Unless you'd rather eat alone."
There was a moment of silence, then the sound of feet hitting the ground as Naruto jumped off the swing. "Wait up! I'm coming!"
They walked through the village as twilight deepened into evening, Naruto uncharacteristically quiet beside him. Sasuke could feel the occasional glance the blond boy cast his way, clearly trying to figure out his motivations.
"You don't have to do this, you know," Naruto finally said as they neared the Uchiha district. "I'm used to people being jerks. It doesn't bother me."
The blatant lie hung in the air between them. It clearly bothered Naruto deeply, but admitting that vulnerability went against the tough persona he'd cultivated as protection.
"It should bother everyone," Sasuke said quietly. "The way they treat you isn't right."
Naruto's steps faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "Yeah, well... it's just how things are. Been that way as long as I can remember."
The simplicity of the statement, the acceptance of a lifetime of mistreatment as just "how things are," made something in Sasuke's chest ache. This was the boy who would one day save the village, the world, everyone—including Sasuke himself. And here he was, twelve years old and already accustomed to being treated as less than human by the very people he would die to protect.
"That doesn't make it right," Sasuke said as they reached the entrance to the Uchiha compound.
Naruto fell silent as they passed through the gate, his usual boundless energy subdued by the solemn atmosphere of the place. The empty streets and abandoned houses created an eerie quiet broken only by their footsteps.
"You really live here alone?" Naruto asked softly, looking around at the deserted buildings. "In this whole big place?"
"Yes," Sasuke answered simply.
"That's... pretty lonely, huh?"
The question caught Sasuke off guard with its directness. The original Sasuke would have bristled at the perceived weakness, perhaps snapped that he preferred solitude. But Andrew—no, he was Sasuke now—remembered his own lonely apartment with three cats as his only consistent companions, and couldn't bring himself to deny the simple truth.
"Sometimes," he admitted.
Naruto nodded, as if confirming something to himself. "Yeah. Being alone sucks."
There was a weight of experience behind those words that reminded Sasuke, yet again, that for all Naruto's clownish behavior at the Academy, he had endured a lifetime of isolation that few could comprehend.
They reached Sasuke's house—the main family residence he'd reluctantly continued living in despite its painful associations. Leading Naruto inside, Sasuke flicked on lights and headed for the kitchen.
"Make yourself at home," he said, setting the grocery bags on the counter. "Bathroom's down the hall if you need it."
Naruto hovered awkwardly in the doorway, clearly uncomfortable in the unfamiliar environment. "Your house is really clean," he observed, glancing around. "Like, really, really clean."
Sasuke shrugged as he began unpacking groceries. "I like things organized."
"My place is kind of a disaster," Naruto admitted with a nervous laugh. "I'm not great at the whole cleaning thing."
"I'm not surprised," Sasuke replied, though without the judgmental tone the original Sasuke might have used. "No one ever taught you, did they?"
Naruto blinked, caught off guard by the observation. "No, I guess not. The orphanage kicked me out when I was pretty young. After that, I just figured things out as I went."
The casual mention of being ejected from an orphanage—presumably once his identity as the Nine-Tails' jinchūriki became problematic—was delivered without self-pity, just a simple statement of fact. It made the reality of Naruto's childhood even more stark.
"Come here," Sasuke said, gesturing to the counter. "If we're going to be eating together, you might as well learn how to prepare something besides instant ramen."
"Hey! Ramen is the food of the gods," Naruto protested, though he approached the counter with obvious curiosity. "What are you making?"
"Stir-fry. Simple, nutritious, and quick." Sasuke began washing vegetables. "Grab that cutting board and I'll show you how to chop these properly."
For the next half hour, they worked side by side preparing dinner. Naruto proved to be a surprisingly attentive student, following Sasuke's instructions with uncharacteristic focus. His knife skills were atrocious at first—hardly surprising given he'd likely never been taught—but improved quickly with guidance.
"Like this?" Naruto asked, displaying a somewhat unevenly sliced carrot.
"Better," Sasuke nodded. "Try to keep the pieces roughly the same size so they cook evenly."
Naruto's tongue poked out slightly in concentration as he adjusted his technique, determined to get it right. The expression reminded Sasuke of their morning training sessions—that same focused determination that belied the class clown persona Naruto showed at the Academy.
"So," Naruto said as they moved on to cooking the prepared ingredients, "how come you're being nice to me? I mean, we're supposed to be rivals and all."
Sasuke considered his answer carefully. The truth—that he wasn't actually the Sasuke that Naruto had known all these years, but someone else entirely who knew Naruto's future importance—was obviously out of the question. But he could offer a version of the truth.
"Because we're more alike than different," he finally said.
Naruto looked skeptical. "How do you figure that? You're the genius, the prodigy, the popular one. I'm the dead-last that everyone hates."
"We're both orphans," Sasuke pointed out. "We both live alone. We both know what it's like to have people look at you and see something other than who you really are."
"What do you mean?" Naruto asked, genuinely curious now.
"People look at me and see the last Uchiha, the survivor of a massacre, a prodigy," Sasuke explained, stirring the ingredients in the pan. "They don't see me, just what I represent. It's not the same as how they treat you, but it's similar in a way. Neither of us is seen for who we actually are."
Naruto was silent for a long moment, absorbing this perspective. "I never thought about it like that," he finally admitted. "I've always been jealous of how everyone respects you and thinks you're amazing."
"It's not respect," Sasuke countered. "It's objectification. They see a symbol, not a person." He gestured to the shopkeeper's behavior. "Look how that man treated me versus how he treated you. Neither reaction was about who we actually are."
"Yeah, but at least people want to serve you in their stores," Naruto muttered.
"True," Sasuke acknowledged. "I'm not saying our situations are equally difficult. Just that we both understand something about being seen as a symbol instead of a person. About being alone."
The stir-fry sizzled as Sasuke added the final seasonings. The aroma filled the kitchen, and Naruto's stomach audibly growled in response.
"That smells amazing," he said, momentarily distracted from their serious conversation. "Way better than instant ramen."
"It has actual vegetables," Sasuke pointed out dryly. "Your body needs more than just noodles and salt."
"Yeah, yeah, you sound like Iruka-sensei," Naruto grumbled, though without real annoyance. "He's always going on about 'balanced nutrition' too."
"Iruka-sensei is right," Sasuke said, dividing the food onto two plates. "A ninja's body is their primary tool. You need to maintain it properly."
They moved to the small dining table, and for a few minutes, silence reigned as they both focused on eating. Naruto attacked his food with predictable enthusiasm, though Sasuke noticed he displayed better table manners than he would have expected.
"This is seriously good," Naruto said between bites. "Where'd you learn to cook like this?"
The question triggered a momentary pang as Andrew's memories surfaced—hours spent learning to cook from YouTube videos, experimentation in his tiny apartment kitchen, the satisfaction of creating something delicious from simple ingredients. But those weren't Sasuke's memories, and he couldn't share them.
"I had to learn after... after I was on my own," he said instead. "It was that or eat take-out forever."
Naruto nodded in understanding. "I should probably learn more cooking stuff too. My food budget gets pretty tight sometimes, especially toward the end of the month when the stipend's running low."
"The orphan stipend is barely adequate," Sasuke agreed. In truth, he supplemented his own with funds from the Uchiha clan accounts, but Naruto wouldn't have that luxury.
"Tell me about it," Naruto sighed. "Half the landlords won't rent to me anyway, so I end up paying extra for that crappy apartment. Then there's food, clothes, and equipment for the Academy... doesn't leave much for anything else."
The matter-of-fact way Naruto discussed the systematic disadvantages he faced—price gouging, discrimination, limited resources—spoke volumes about his resilience. Most children would have been crushed under such circumstances; Naruto had somehow maintained his optimism and determination despite it all.
"You could come here for dinner sometimes," Sasuke found himself offering. "It's not much more effort to cook for two."
Naruto nearly choked on his food in surprise. "For real? You wouldn't mind?"
Sasuke shrugged, attempting nonchalance despite his own mild surprise at the invitation. "It makes sense. We're training together in the mornings anyway. Might as well get proper nutrition."
The practical framing of the offer—presenting it as logical rather than charitable—seemed to make it easier for Naruto to accept. His face brightened with a genuine smile, not the exaggerated grin he usually displayed.
"That would be awesome! I could help with the cooking too, now that you've shown me how to chop stuff without cutting my fingers off."
"You'd need a lot more practice before I'd trust you with meal preparation," Sasuke said dryly, but without real criticism. "But you can help."
They finished their meal, and Naruto insisted on helping with the dishes despite Sasuke's assurance that it wasn't necessary. As they worked side by side at the sink—Sasuke washing, Naruto drying—Sasuke was struck by how comfortable it felt, this simple domestic routine shared with someone else. It had been a long time since either Sasuke or Andrew had experienced that kind of ordinary companionship.
"We should probably review what we covered in training this morning," Sasuke suggested as they finished cleaning up. "The stance adjustments for that defensive sequence."
"Right now?" Naruto asked, surprised.
"Unless you have somewhere else to be."
"No, I just..." Naruto hesitated. "I didn't think you'd want me hanging around this long."
There was something vulnerable in the admission that made Sasuke's chest tighten uncomfortably. How many times had Naruto been made to feel unwelcome, disposable, an intrusion rather than a desired presence?
"We have space here," Sasuke said, gesturing to the living room. "Might as well use it. The lighting's still good enough."
They moved the coffee table aside to create an open area in the center of the living room, then spent the next hour refining the defensive techniques they'd practiced that morning. Without the pressure of time constraints or the possibility of being observed by others, Naruto seemed more relaxed, asking questions he might have been too proud to voice during their regular sessions.
"So when you said my weight was too far forward, that's why I kept getting off-balance, right?" Naruto asked, demonstrating a stance.
"Exactly," Sasuke confirmed, making a minor adjustment to Naruto's foot positioning. "Your center of gravity needs to be lower and more centered. Like this."
As the training session progressed, Sasuke noticed Naruto stifling the occasional yawn. The boy had been up since before dawn for their morning practice, then a full day at the Academy, followed by whatever he'd been doing before their encounter at the store. Exhaustion was clearly catching up with him.
"That's enough for tonight," Sasuke decided after Naruto nearly stumbled during a simple movement sequence. "We can pick this up tomorrow morning."
"I'm fine," Naruto insisted, though another yawn betrayed him. "Just getting my second wind."
"Right," Sasuke said skeptically. "When was the last time you got a full night's sleep?"
Naruto shrugged. "I dunno. I have trouble sleeping sometimes. Too much thinking, you know?"
The admission was unexpectedly candid. Naruto rarely acknowledged any weakness, particularly around Sasuke whom he still viewed as a rival despite their improving relationship.
"You should head home," Sasuke said. "It's getting late, and we have early training tomorrow."
Naruto nodded, helping to move the furniture back into place before collecting the bag of groceries Sasuke had purchased for him. At the door, he paused, uncharacteristically hesitant.
"Thanks," he said finally. "For the food and stuff. And for... you know, what you did at the store."
"It wasn't a big deal," Sasuke replied, uncomfortable with gratitude for what should have been basic decency.
"It kind of was, though," Naruto insisted, unusually serious. "No one's ever done something like that for me before. Stood up for me, I mean."
The simple statement, delivered without self-pity but as a matter of fact, made something in Sasuke's chest clench painfully. The future hero of the village, the boy who would one day save them all, and no one had ever bothered to stand up for him against even the most basic injustice.
"Well, they should have," Sasuke said firmly. "What that shopkeeper did was wrong."
Naruto's smile was small but genuine. "Yeah, well... thanks anyway. See you tomorrow morning?"
"Same time, same place," Sasuke confirmed.
He watched Naruto walk away, a small figure in orange gradually disappearing into the darkness of the empty Uchiha district. Only when he could no longer see him did Sasuke close the door, leaning back against it and exhaling slowly.
This was not how the original Sasuke would have acted. Not even close. The canonical Sasuke would never have invited Naruto into his home, shared a meal with him, spent an evening training him one-on-one. He wouldn't have confronted a shopkeeper on Naruto's behalf or offered regular dinners.
The timeline was already shifting, small ripples becoming larger waves of change. What would this mean for the future? How would a Naruto who had experienced actual friendship and support earlier in his life react to the challenges ahead? How would a Sasuke who had allowed himself to form a genuine connection respond when temptation and darkness came calling?
There was no way to know. All he could do was continue making the choices that felt right to him—choices that honored both who he had been as Andrew and who he was trying to become as Sasuke.
As he prepared for bed, Sasuke found himself thinking about the strange parallels between his past and present lives. In both, he had known isolation and loss. In both, he had eventually found connections that made that solitude more bearable—cats and online friends in his previous existence, and now, perhaps, the beginning of a real friendship with the boy who had been his canonical rival.
The universe had a strange sense of humor indeed, placing him in the body of the person who had most thoroughly rejected the bonds Naruto offered. But perhaps that was the point—perhaps he was here precisely because he, unlike the original Sasuke, understood the value of those connections.
Only time would tell if these small changes would be enough to alter the darker chapters of the story he knew was coming. For now, all he could do was continue moving forward, one day, one choice, one unexpected friendship at a time.
