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A.N. Yeah, I just couldn’t stop thinking of this, and you
are all going to hate me, but maybe I’ll make this a chapter story who knows.
Anyway, this is my first Naruto fic, I’ve only seen spoilers and a few
episodes, a crap load of doujinshi, and other fics, so sorry if the time line
is messed up and if people are out of character, I try not to screw up but, You
know how its is…
Disclaimer: If I owned
Naruto, Sasuke and Naruto would be very gay, and very obvious about it. ^-^
Warning: Character death
(unless this becomes a chapter fic…) and Sasu/Naru, so those who are squeamish,
leave. ^-^ Oh and “spoilers” for the first four minutes of Naruto Shippuden
episode 1.
Natural
The blade made a soft grating sound as it slid from the
sheath, magnified in the still air that still hummed with the shock of bitter
reunion, and bits of dirt and grass from the inner compound’s destruction. It
was a call of battle: of death, and betrayal, and yet no one moved as the man
they had all worked so desperately to find raised his sword into the air, the
sunlight catching on the smooth, deadly weapon and glinting off it in a
deceptively peaceful display. The tool of death was aimed at a common friend
and ally to all present in the nightmarish reunion, and yet the three other ninja’s
stood motionless, as their two friends held their deadly positions.
It was
natural, really, almost stupidly obvious that things would turn out like this.
He almost wondered if the fifth Hokage had known about it all along. For that
matter, maybe Iruka and Kakashi had as well. It wasn’t that far out of the
realm of possibility, and Naruto found it bitterly refreshing to know.
He’d had no one in his life to
depend on. He was a ghost in a village where everyone knew and said hello to
everyone else, just not him. Those who did see him were usually cruel, but at
least their cruelty proved his existence, no matter how painful the comments
were, he clung to them as anyone else would to a lover’s whispered praise. He
was a wounded bird, so of course he grew attached and dependant to the first
two people to accept him, and really see him.
Iruka-sensei,
was like his ‘mama-bird.’ He clung and revered his first teacher because he was
the first person to shed his own blood for him. Not only that, Iruka had cried
for him, something ninja were never supposed to do. To Naruto, who had had no
real human contact or kindness before, that had been life-altering. So his
sudden devotion, and love for Iruka was more or less justified, as was his
feelings for Sasuke.
Sasuke
had been the first person his own age to recognize him. Sure, the other
children knew his name, and knew him enough to tease or groan when they saw
him, but Sasuke was different. In his eyes Naruto was no different from the
other students; he was normal. Not only that, but he was Sasuke’s rival,
and one couldn’t be a rival and be unknown. Being a rival meant that he was a
person, he existed and had some sort of lasting impact on this person’s life,
and he made an impact on his. So, it was very natural that that rivalry and
hatred would become a deep friendship shared by both.
For him,
it was his first real connection. Ikura was his parental figure, and Sasuke was
his brother, his friend, his classmate, his rival, his goal, his existence.
Sasuke was his world, for Naruto had no other conception of what the world was.
All his world had in it was himself, Ikura, and Sasuke. Sakura would later
enter his realm of notice, but for a while that was all there was.
Then,
Sasuke died for him. Well, he’d survived, which was a major relief to Naruto,
but the action had hurt and touched him deeply. So deeply in fact that it shook
the seal loose over his inner demon. ‘Yes, and now I know, just what it
means to carry a demon inside… even if you win, you lose.’ Naruto sighed,
closing his eyes to listen to the sound of Sasuke drawing his blade to kill him
as he’d neglected to do two years before. ‘You were my first family, Sasuke.
You were my friend, my hope, and stability… and you left…and one point, you
trusted me to take your task of vengeance, whether or not you remember
whispering it to me as Haku’s attack left you near death. You trusted me, once
Sasuke… what happened? Why did you leave me?
It
sickened him sometimes, how much he depended on Sasuke and Ikura. What had
happened to the boy who lived alone and needed no one? Naruto sighed, knowing
full well that that boy had never existed. He’d always desperately needed
someone else to save him, to help him stand. He just didn’t have anyone to
cling to then. So when Sasuke turned his back and left after he’d learned the
depth of Naruto’s dependence, only to say that he’d remove his only stability,
Naruto had been crushed beyond repair.
Yes, it
really was natural that as he plotted and worked to reclaim his best friend that
that need changed into the feeling that Sakura was certain she felt for the
last Uchiha. Yes, it was only obvious that he would fall in love with the one
person who made a difference in his life. The one who already carried his
existence in his palm, and it figured that he would be left searching for him
for years, and struggle to reclaim him for the rest of his life. After all, he
wasn’t human, and only human’s ever got they’re happily ever after, and even
they sometimes got screwed. ‘It figures… this would be it, the end of my
journey… A sword to the back…’
They all knew it was a farce. Naruto would evade the
dark-haired Uchiha’s attack at the last moment and the real battle would begin.
That was how it always happened where those two were concerned.
Everyone
expected it, and from the casual grace with which Sasuke moved: the relaxed arm
he’d placed around Naruto, and the way his face rested alongside the blonde’s,
his words echoing ceaselessly in the other’s ear, they knew that Sasuke also
expected this outcome. It was their way, and emotionless or not, Sasuke somehow
understood the unspoken rule between the friends he had started out with. So,
no one moved.
But, it had been two years since the last time Sasuke had
battled his friend, or even spoken to him. Two years of growing up, of
training, and learning the horrors of his own mind and body. Two years for the
blond to analyze and pick apart every conversation they’d ever shared. Giving
Naruto time to come to several conclusions, conclusions Sasuke had solidified
with his callous words and answers to him because he didn’t understand that it
had been two years, and his words and taunting statements would not be
taken the same way they had been before.
The blade came down, and no one moved.
“Why?” Naruto’s cry had echoed in his own ears and had
been painfully hard to push past his lips, as images from their childhood: from
the last time he’d tried to save his friend, replayed in his head, like a
broken record, skipping and replaying the moments just before the climatic end.
“Why didn’t you kill me?! If that is your way of breaking connections, why
didn’t you finish me off?”
The question he’d been dying to ask since the moment
Sasuke had uttered his intent only to leave him alive finally broke free from
his conscience. He didn’t really expect an answer when he’d asked the question.
The blank look in Sasuke’s eyes proved that the Uchiha wasn’t really here in
this moment; his body and reactions were, but his emotions and mind were far
from this battle, most likely cocooned in the same memories Naruto tried to
hold to. But, Sasuke had responded, and his answer had both hurt and answered
the deeper question he’d been throwing round his head.
‘He couldn’t kill me… he was told to do so, but chose
not to.’ Naruto found some peace of mind in that statement. After all,
Sasuke just admitted that he was his best friend, if he remembered that, at
least a portion of his mind was still there to be saved.
“… at my whim I let you live. Which is why, now, by my
whim…” Sasuke’s breath was hot on his ear, and in his dreams Naruto would have
shivered at the close contact. The fact that Sasuke seemed to blank out
everyone else present the moment he, Naruto, had entered the scene, should have
made his heart flip but it didn’t. Not when Sasuke’s voice was void, his form
cold to the touch. “…your life will end.”
Naruto’s eyes narrowed in concentration, somehow
expecting those words, knowing that they shouldn’t hurt, that he should brush
it off as another empty threat, but again he couldn’t find the will not to be
hurt. Sasuke had just said, he didn’t want to kill him, and now, after
everything he’d done to return the Uchiha home, that damn bastard was going to
say it was all for nothing.
Feeling tired, much more so than he had in the last two
years of rigorous training, and strained, hopeful waiting, Naruto sighed,
asking a question he desperately hoped he’d get an answer to. He needed it,
more than anything else, he only hoped he got what he wanted. “Can one become
Hokage when he can’t even save his friend?” Naruto was amazed that his voice
held so firm with all the emotions that reigned underneath his firm stance.
The silence was deafening in the way that always seemed
to happen when the wind stops blowing, and for him it was a painful moment of
truth. Naruto didn’t move, and neither did Sasuke, he didn’t even tense, or
twitch at the question Naruto knew the other understood the importance of. Then the blade was arching down towards him.
This was his answer, and something inside of Naruto gave
out as he bowed his head low, knowing that he’d most likely regret this
decision, and couldn’t help but smirk a little in bitter humor. ‘Guess we
both lose out on our goals… I’d sworn I’d live without regrets… that I’d bring
you home… looks like I lied… just like you. I can’t bring you back if you’re
not there to be brought back.’
Sasuke’s muscles moved slowly under his skin, and with
his close proximity, Naruto felt it from the arm around him, and could see it
in the bared chest that peaked out at him from Sasuke’s traditional style
clothes. Naruto knew the other was waiting for him to dodge, just as his other
friends gathered behind him expected this moment, and that should have given
him hope that his friend’s words and actions where all just a farce, but he was
just so very tired, and he no longer knew what he could do. ‘This is the
coward’s way out.’ Naruto thought to himself, his whole body amazingly
relaxed as he breathed in the scent that still clung to his best friend,
brother, and first love.
It
felt silly using that phrase when describing Sasuke, but Sakura had been his
first crush, and what he felt for Sasuke was far beyond what he felt for his
rose colored teammate.
“Wasn’t your dream to be Hokage?” Sasuke’s taunting words struck a nerve as Naruto
stood there, knowing he should move, should flit around in a tired, rematch
that will forever end the same. Him in the dirt, watching as his friend walked
away. ‘Wasn’t your dream to be strong enough to kill your damn brother, you
bastard? Then what the hell are you doing allowing yourself to stay weak while
you use some curse’s power instead?’ Naruto wanted to yell that out, but it
just stayed lodged in his chest and after Sasuke’s threat, he couldn’t gather
the strength to fight back.
For as sad as it was, Naruto’s dream of becoming Hokage
had been replaced with his need to return Sasuke to his side, and now that he
had Sasuke, in his arms no less, he didn’t have the strength to keep up the
façade. ‘I truly am pathetic…’ Naruto thought to himself, though the
bitterness had long ago faded. ‘Komohomaru will never forgive me… but maybe
at least his wish will come true. He’d be a good Hokage…’
They were all waiting for him to move, and he knew it but
it really should have been obvious that he wasn’t going to. It was only
natural, that in the end, when one lost everything: hopes, dreams, and even
thoughts of revenge, that death was a nice escape, even if such an act was
uncharacteristic of him.
It
was nice though, knowing that the one to kill him, the one holding him in the
last minutes of life, was the one person he cared the most for. It was calming:
surrounded by the cold-warmth of Sasuke’s body, encased in the smell of the
morning mist and wind, a smell that had clung to Sasuke all his life—well what
Naruto knew of his life that was—no matter what he bathed in or how much he
sweated.
Naruto
relaxed, for the first time in his life, and simply let go, and after fighting
so hard, for so long he almost cried with relief and sadness at how easy it was
to just give up. He relaxed, just slightly into Sasuke’s body, and wondered if
his one-time friend even noticed the difference, and hoped for a moment that
maybe he’d stop, and come out of this horrid game they seemed to be trapped in.
Yet in his heart Naruto knew that it would not happen, because this was Sasuke,
and this was reality not a dream.
‘Then
this is it… guess my name is going up on that damn stone… then again, probably
not… I am the fox after all.’ The pain the thought brought was very minimal
now, but the actions of the other’s in the village had always seemed less
important when he was beside Sasuke, and now was no different. He closed his
eyes, and remained still.
The sharp tearing sound of fabric, and the wet splatter
of flesh being torn through to drip to the hard, unforgiving ground startled
all in the group. There was no sound at all for a long time. Just the wind
above, and the sun shinning off of the dark cerise liquid that stained the
sword lodged through the blonde’s back, and stuck out from his chest. Some one
gasped, and still another whimpered as they stared in shock at the two who were
supposed to live forever, one chasing after the other until the end of time,
when the game would end, and they would reverse rolls.
It was a childish ideal, one each young adult knew deeply
in their heart was untrue, but still had clung to with unwavering belief.
Naruto couldn’t die, and Sasuke couldn’t just passively stand there, with his
weapon skewered though his best friend, a small twitch of his eye, the only
response he gave to Naruto’s sudden breaking of the rules.
They
couldn’t believe it, and didn’t want to understand the calm smile that was on
Naruto’s face, as he leaned against his friend, his arms moving for the first time,
embracing Sasuke in a tender hold that forced a strangled sound from Sakura,
who had lifted her hands to her mouth to smother the scream that yearned to
escape at the horrid sight. The image of her two best friends would haunt her
until the day she died, and probably beyond. She’d never believed that Naruto
wouldn’t dodge that he would be so critically wounded—for that was what it was
a critical, life threatening wound—and at some point, she’d always believed
that Sasuke would know not to kill Naruto. He had stopped that firs time, and
she always believed that so long as he didn’t kill Naruto, that he was savable.
Looked like it was a lost cause after all.
The embrace between the two was cold, Sasuke’s expression
still that ruthless blank look that seemed so much worse than she remembered it
to be, and Sakura wished to pummel his gorgeous face for looking so calm after
killing his best friend. In a random, unreal moment, she thought that Naruto
knew what he was doing, that the fatal wound wasn’t really that fatal, that
he’d survive and everything would be fine, but the blood staining his orange
uniform the dusty ground told of another truth, this one much more dire and
cruel: real.
Blue eyes opened in the sun and pale lips moved gently,
speaking into that pale ear, and crimson stained the inside of his mouth, and
brought sickly color to his mouth. Still the Uchiha remained motionless, his
eye not even twitching in response to the gurgled words of his dying friend,
perhaps his last connection, but this loss seemed to only be added to the many
he’d already suffered, and this kind of separation no longer hurt.
Still
one was left to wonder if even some small portion of his mind realized that he
had just become his brother in this single moment, maybe that no longer
bothered him either. Maybe he really was too far-gone, and only Naruto had
realized it.
A scream filled the air.
The embrace was awkward, and his arms trembled from
the burning pain in his chest, as his heart tried to beat with only one side.
The taste of copper in his mouth irritated him, and Naruto was aware of the
fact that he would have been dead had he not had the nine-tailed fox in his
body. As it was, he doubted he’d live much longer, so he held his only family
close to himself despite the pain. If this was his last chance, he wanted to at
least try to jog some emotion in those eyes if only to see it one last time.
With an effort, Naruto, managed to whisper past the
rising blood in his throat, feeling the hot liquid paint his lips in burning
heat. “… guess you win… bastard, but you’ve only done it… by becoming… what you
hate most…” His accusation had no effect, not like he really expected it too,
and a part of him was glad that Sasuke would not have to suffer the guilt of
killing the last person who meant anything to him, even if it was only a
friend.
His fingertips were growing cold, and his hearing was
leaving him. Distantly, he thought he heard Kyuubi, laughing, or taunting him,
he wasn’t certain. His mind was just too fuzzy to focus. He was quickly dying,
and he wondered if this would mean the end of the fox as well, or would this
leave him free to attack the village again, and curse another kid’s life. A
small portion of his mind hoped the demon died with him, though he doubted it.
After all, if that was all that had to happen then the people of his home would
have killed him long before.
His body convulsed slightly, and his legs buckled. He was
out of time, turning his head he looked at Sasuke’s profile, pissed at himself,
for finding his face beautiful. He really had grown up into a good-looking man,
no wonder the girl’s had been gaga for him all those years before.
Naruto
almost felt envious as he smiled, lifting his hands to turn Sasuke’s head to
his own. The Uchiha surprisingly didn’t struggle, his face turning towards
Naruto’s, dark eyes still deceptively blank.
Naruto glared into his face, much the same way he’d done
that time they’d kissed. The memory of the kiss—however unwanted at the
time—warmed Naruto now, as an idea came to mind. Moving slowly, his eyes locked
on Sasuke’s, he let his face rest against the dark-haired man’s, their lips
pressed together for the second time.
The feel was different, thrilling and calming, and odd,
but Naruto kept the contact between them, his eyes never wavering from
Sasuke’s, even though his vision was blurring badly at the lack of blood.
Sasuke’s body was growing warmer, and Naruto leaned against the heat, feeling
cold. His lips pressed against the others, the tip of his tongue reaching out
taste the inner lip of the boy he’d searched for, for what felt like his whole
life.
Originally, he’d wanted a family, to be accepted and seen
then he wanted his friend back. His whole life was spent searching for the one
thing he was denied. It almost made him want to cry at the futility his life
had become. The lips fell open easily, and Naruto realized, it was the same as
that first time. Sasuke’s mouth had opened to him easily then, and his tongue
had slipped in with out his meaning to. The boy had tasted of miso, most likely
his breakfast, and something else. That something else seemed to be his own
taste, as again Naruto tasted the remnants of Sasuke’s last meal accompanied by
that simple, unexplainable flavor, but this time it was marred by the taste of
thick copper and rust. He would have been disgusted by the thick, sticky liquid
that passed through their lips and dribbled down their chins had he not lost
feeling in his body, and the fog in his mind blocked out the little bit of
manners that he possessed. His legs buckled again, and this time he couldn’t
keep them under him.
The kiss broke off with a lingering sound, as Naruto
slumped against his friend, his lips moving, brushing against Sasuke’s ear as
he breathed his last words, feeling foolish but at the same time, refusing to
die with this regret.
He
could suffer the loss of his dream, the guilt of giving up, and the heartache
of dying as unknown as ever, but this, he would not die with the regret of
staying silent. ‘Let him carry the burden a while…’
His
words were a whisper, barely even a sound at all, but by the way the shoulders
tensed under him, Naruto knew the other had heard him.
“I love you.”
His body slipped backward, and he fell away from Sasuke
with an odd easy grace, the sword hilt falling free from Sasuke’s fingers.
Naruto tried to focus on Sasuke’s face but could barely make out his form as he
hit the ground on his side. He smiled in slight amusement at the fact that he
couldn’t feel the ground under him nor the impact he knew should have jogged
his injury painfully and let out a water logged chuckle, his face wet with
tears he wasn’t even aware of crying, knowing that he was going into shock and
again tried to see his friend.
Sasuke was turned to him now, and from what Naruto could
see, he appeared to be shaking, but from what Naruto was unsure. Blinking
several times managed to clear his eyes for a moment, and he met those eyes
that had pushed him to do better, to try harder, to keep going. They looked
down at him in shock, anger, fear, and horror. He wondered if it was his mind
playing tricks on him, or if by some miracle, Sasuke had woken up.
Forcing
a smile, Naruto tried to speak, but nothing came out. He coughed a little as
his lungs filled with blood, and felt some of his sticky liquid spill from his
mouth to splatter on his lips. Those ebony eyes widened slightly, and seemed to
focus on the red staining his lips, and the haze of recognition over came the
veil of unconcern, and then his vision was turning dark.
It
was coming in like shadows at the edge of his vision, almost like a minor
annoyance, and had he been able to feel his arms, Naruto would have batted at
the encroaching darkness in an attempt to make it go away.
The image of Sasuke toddled closer to him, and Naruto
thought he heard a fearful question in a watered voice call out,
“…usuratonkachi?” But it must have been his imagination. ‘Yes… that’s right,
because Sasuke isn’t really here, so those eyes aren’t looking at me in guilt,
and he isn’t shaking like the child he was as he watched his family get
slaughtered. No, this is… just… what I… want… to … see…”
“…Dobe…” Naruto grinned, his lips mouthing the retort
that was more instinct than reaction and then everything turned black.
‘Sasuke-teme.’
It was natural to love
him.
A scream pierced the air, and shattered the stillness as
the childish dreams soaked away into the earth as crimson tears. Time resumed
once more, as three friends uprooted themselves to reach their fallen friends,
knowing it was already too late. The stoic screams were proof of that, but
those were only natural.
~~~~~
(Ending Theme: “There’s
No Lyrics”- Taking Back Sunday)
Well I can't regret it,
can't you just forget it?
I started something I couldn't finish
And if we go down,
we go down together
best friends means,
well best friends means
And I've got a twenty-dollar bill
that says you're up late night starting
fist fights versus fences in your backyard
Wearing your black eye like a badge of honor
Soaking in sympathy
from friends who never loved you
nearly half as much as me
Broken down in bars and bathrooms
All I did was what I had to
Don't believe me when I tell you
it's just what anyone would do
Take the time to talk about it
Think a lot and live without it
Don't believe me when I tell you
it's something unforgivable...
Well I can't regret it,
can't you just forget it?
I started something I couldn't finish
If we go down,
we go down together
best friends means,
best friends means
You never knew
well i never told you...
Everything I know about breaking hearts
I learned from you, it's true
I've never done it with the style and grace you have
But I've made long term plans
based on these mistakes
Broken down in bars and bathrooms
All I did was what I had to
Don't believe me when I tell you
it's just what anyone would do
Take the time to talk about it
Think a lot and live without it
Don't believe me when I tell you
it's something unforgivable
Is this what you call tact?
I swear you're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back
so let's end this call,
and end this conversation
there's nothing worse...
(that's right he said, that's right he said it)
I swear, you have no idea
The jealousy that became me thinking
(that's right he said)
that you always had it way too easy
Broken down in bars and bathrooms
All I did was what I had to
Don't believe me when I tell you
it's just what anyone would do
Take the time to talk about it
Think a lot and live without it
Don't believe me when I tell you
it's something unforgivable
Best friends means Ill pull the trigger
Best friends means you get what you deserve
Best friends means Ill pull the trigger
Best friends means you get what you deserve
Best friends means Ill pull the trigger
Best friends means you get what you deserve
Best friends means Ill pull the trigger
Best friends means you get what you deserve
Best friends means Ill pull the trigger
Best friends means you get what you deserve
Best friend thinks Ill pull the trigger!!!
Best friend thinks you get what you deserve!!
A.N. So there it is. Hope it’s worth the read. Maybe I’ll
add more, maybe not. Let me know what you think. And I do not own the song, I
just thought it fit! ^-^ If you would like a copy of the song e-mail me and I’ll
send it. ^-^
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