Sakura reached around Sasuke and nabbed another onigiri. The table that Sasuke had hauled up into the apartment was his coffee table, so they were all sprawled out on the floor. It wasn't the most comfortable arrangement (Sasuke didn't have her foresight for pillows), but stuffing their faces with the food made up for it. Naruto had brought home several varieties of fish (tuna for her!) and fruit (including the sour umeboshi) onigiri for them to eat.
"So why the two bedrooms?" Sakura asked before she bit into the rice ball.
Sasuke sighed. "They didn't have three rooms that were acceptable."
Sakura stopped chewing and gave Naruto a confused look. He hurriedly swallowed.
"Hey, I hadn't thought of that. Why are there two rooms?"
Sasuke didn't answer, simply picked up the now empty containers, leaving the one that still held a half dozen onigiri, and disappeared into the kitchen. Sakura frowned and looked at Naruto. He still looked a little confused, but there was a growing look of comprehension on his face.
"For us," he said softly.
Sakura tilted her head. "Huh?"
"How often were you in his other place, Sakura? I mean, did you see those dorms they made him live in with the genin?"
She shook her head. She hadn't actually been in his other place. They always met at Naruto's when they sparred, sometimes crashing on the floor of Naruto's apartment depending on how tired they were and how much healing was required for the evening.
"Oh," she muttered, eyes widening on comprehension.
Naruto nodded, falling onto his back so that his shoulder rested against her thigh. "The bastard is going to have to let us know about his traps." The sound of Sasuke snorting in the kitchen had her grinning.
"At least the ones that aren't in your bedroom!" She called out, reaching over to rub strands of Naruto's hair between her fingers as she thought. He grinned at her and wiggled his head closer and she rolled her eyes, but tangled her fingers a little further into his hair and lightly rubbed his scalp.
Sasuke wanted to give them a bolt-hole. Not that he would say this was what it was, but Naruto had commented, once or twice, how heavily he had guarded his privacy in his last apartment. Compared to that, Naruto's flimsy traps had to be hard on his nerves, especially the nights that all three of them spent sprawled out in various places, too tired from healing/training to move.
Tsunade had told her, in those blurred days when they had first brought Sasuke back, that things would be different. He had changed in ways they couldn't fathom. She wondered if having this place of safety for all three of them was one of those changes, or if he was really always this paranoid. It was so hard to tell what was Itachi's fault, what was Orochimaru's, and what was just Sasuke. It was plausible to think that before his clan was killed that he horded things and kept them safe, but this need to keep his team safe and in his sight when they had moments of weakness had developed when she wasn't looking. Not that she was really going to complain, she had already looked at his hot water heater, and it was twice the size of hers.
"Well," Sakura said as she picked herself up. "We should get back to work. We still have a few hours of unpacking work to do." She nodded towards the bedroom. "Unless you want Naruto in there, Sasuke, you might consider heading in there to work while we finish the kitchen and the living room."
He nodded and disappeared.