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Ties that Bind	By : BishounenKrazed Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 2157 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The images flashed through his mind, fresh as if happening before his very eyes, though he couldn’t tell how long ago they’d actually occurred. He heard the screams and smelled the gunpowder, and a sob made its way past his trembling lips.

His vision began to darken around the edges, and Sasuke squinted, intent on reaching his destination before passing out. He pressed his hand against his torso, hissing at the pain and feeling the heat and slickness of his blood, before pushing off from the building wall on which he leaned and continuing forward.

Sasuke was scared and hurt, confused and fighting back tears and unconsciousness, and he knew that he had to make it. He would be okay if he made it there. He’d be taken care of there.

Naruto.

Thinking the name had different images bombarding his mind, of a smiling blond with the bluest eyes Sasuke had ever seen. He sobbed again, recalling the last time he’d seen those blue eyes. They’d been narrowed in anger and filled with disgust. At him. And, he realized only now, a bit of sadness. Because of him.

Suddenly, his haven seemed impossible, and he leaned against another wall, his breathing harsh as he fought off the anguish that thought brought on. If he didn’t have Naruto’s support right now, he didn’t know if he’d survive.

A passing car startled him, and Sasuke realized he’d momentarily lost consciousness, his body fortunately still upright as he shook his head of the fuzziness that tried to drag him back under. Gritting his teeth, he lifted his left hand up with some difficulty to try to move the long, dark bangs of his hair out of his face. Then he pushed himself up and stumbled along, intent on reaching Naruto’s. That was his only goal right now.

Slowly but surely, he made his way to Naruto’s apartment building, the pain in his torso overpowering his relief at having made it. He reached out to open the main door, grunting as the heavy door pulled at his wound. He panted and hunched over as he walked toward the elevator, practically collapsing against the wall as he pressed the call button. He couldn’t even spare a moment to be grateful when the car on his right, the one that wouldn’t make him push off the wall and turn around, opened.

His vision blurred as he stared at the panel of buttons, but years of pressing the button for Naruto’s floor allowed him to do so without really needing to see it. His finger shook as he pushed it, and he curled his fingers into a fist as the doors slid closed, hoping the shaking was from exhaustion and not severe blood loss.

The elevator slowed to a stop, and when the doors opened, Sasuke forced his body forward, his eyes focusing on the door the furthest on the left. A door he knew very well. A door that had slammed in his face only a scant number of hours ago.

His lips pressed together tightly, Sasuke leaned against Naruto’s door frame and knocked. It was late, and there was a chance that Naruto would be asleep—so he won’t fucking hear a thing—but Sasuke hoped against hope that luck was on his side. He pressed his hand tighter against his torso and knocked again.

“Yeah, yeah,” he heard through the door, Naruto’s voice muffled by the wood. “Who is it?”

Sasuke swallowed nervously. “It’s… Sasuke,” he said, blinking furiously to bring his vision into focus. Silence settled on the other side of the door. He closed his eyes and leaned forward, his forehead pressing into the wood paneling. “Naruto, open the door.”

“Fuck you, Uchiha,” Naruto growled, the door not budging. “After what you said to me, the last thing you have the right to do is fucking order me around.”

Sasuke bit his lip, willing away a pained groan as it tried to worm its way up his throat. When he thought he could speak, he opened his eyes and banged his fist softly against the door. “Naruto, I need you to open the door.” He started when he noticed the smear of red on Naruto’s door. In his impatience, he’d used the hand he’d held pressed against his torso. He opened his fist, his eyes widening at the amount of blood that coated his hand. He looked down and saw a small puddle of blood on the floor.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

“Leave, Sasuke. I don’t want to talk to you right now. I don’t even want to see your face!”

He opened his mouth, ready to beg if need be, that puddle of blood making him desperate. But as he continued to stare at his blood, he suddenly wondered about the wisdom of getting Naruto involved. What was Naruto going to do? Sasuke was probably bleeding out. Why make Naruto go through something like that? I don’t want to put Naruto in this situation.

Breathing in slowly, Sasuke stood straight, wincing as he felt more blood slide down his torso, his clothes and the hastily constructed patch no longer barriers to its flow. He had no time to argue with Naruto if he wanted to survive this.

“All right, I’ll leave.” He paused, his clean hand extended to gently press against the door. “Goodbye, Naruto.”

He slowly made his way back to the elevator, and he found the car he rode up in still stopped on Naruto’s floor. He noticed the smears of blood against the car walls when the doors slid open, so he tried his hardest to stand upright as the elevator glided back to the ground floor.

As he exited into the lobby, his legs began to shake, and Sasuke collapsed to his knees. It sent a jarring pain through his body, and he cried out, the sound echoing off the walls. He breathed deeply, trying to rein in the pain enough to get back to his feet. Eventually he did and stumbled the rest of the way to the door, throwing his body weight into the heavy door to get it to swing open.

He shouldn’t have, because he found he didn’t have the strength to stop himself from falling forward. The sidewalk in front of the building was narrow, so by the time he caught himself, he was in the street, swaying dangerously from side to side as his head swam. His vision blurred more, and his mind began to shut down.

He heard a noise, but he couldn’t identify it. It sounded muffled, so he lifted his head and glanced from side to side. He saw it. The car. But there was no time to move. Even if the car swerved, it was going to hit him. He smiled slightly. He was going to die.

At least I got to say goodbye.

The car slammed into him, but he couldn’t feel it, couldn’t feel his body flying through the air or hitting the ground. In his mind he saw a trembling pale hand pressing a patch to his torso, he saw dark hair floating in a pool of blood, and he saw a warm smile that he’d never been able to admit filled him with so much happiness until it was too late.

Naruto…
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