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Tomorrow never comes
By : Miki-chan
Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Disclaimer: I dont own or make money from Naruto
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- 1-Naruto
- 2-Sasuke
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"Sasuke!" Her sickening voice grated on my ears.
I only married her to continue my namesake. I planned to leave once the child was born anyways. Late nights in the office working out the divorce agreements, just so I could be with my blond angel.
For three years our relationship has been in secret. Now all I want is him.
Only him.

"Sasuke!!" She's still trying to get my attention. I don't want to speak to her, she will only piss me off. But I do. "What?" I keep my voice cold and unforgiving.
I know she's his best friend, but that doesn't mean I have to like her.
She spouts off a story about her day at the hospital, his name falling from her lips. I jerk my head up to face her, finally giving her the attention she craves.
"What happened to Naruto."
She sputters and continues on to say she found him in his room nearly frozen to death. The window broken, everything off the bed. More importantly, they think it was intentional.
Now it was his last day. He was going home today. My eyes are no doubt nearly red with anger as I stand up.
One of her hands raises up to lay flat on my chest and I resist the urge to push her away or knock her down. It's not her fault. I thrust the papers at her. Divorce agreements. Giving her orders to sign them.
She looks stunned. She probably didn't expect this of all things. I grab my packed suitcase and move to the door, prepared to live with the blond.
It was time I told him I loved him. Moving out the door, I managed to make it to the apartment we bought together three years before, before he did. I made him a meal, a welcome home one.
I've never cooked for him before. I hope he likes it.
I can hear the door opening and him entering. His keys falling on the hall table. I can feel his eyes on my back as I cook. He sits and I turn, asking him if he was hungry. He gives me one of those smiles. One of those fake smiles. I hate them. I want him to be happy, to love like he used to.
He answers me and I make him a small plate. Placing it in front of him and watching him eat. Once he was done, I put it in the sink and moved over to him. Placing my lips on his, I tell him I'm going to punish him for what he did.
It was meant as a joke, not an actual punishment. But inside the room, devoid of all our clothes, I wanted a reaction from him. Just a small reaction. I did it wrong though. He hates me now.
As I thrust into him without preparation and his insides rip at my sudden entrance, he cries out.
His beautiful eyes are pain filled and tears are rolling down his cheeks. Pants of 'stop' and 'please' fill the air. I don't even think he knows he's making them.
But I continue.
Breaking more of the delicate blond as I thrust. I reach my climax quickly, spilling inside him. His scream echoes in my ears and I look down at what I've destroyed.
This once happy go lucky blond, was now nothing more than a depressed antisocial recluse. I hate myself now. If only I'd told him how I felt. If only I'd used his name, not those stupid nicknames. If only I'd made him feel wanted, not used.
I pull out and lean back to see what I could do to fix it. But he startles me even more. His blue eyes are filled to the brim with tears, sadness and pain. He fixes those once bright eyes on me with a half hearted glare, telling me to get out.
I almost decline, I almost say that I love him, I almost say that I'll never leave him.
But that won't happen, my pride is too large to give meaningless reassurances that won't do anything.
But what I don't know, is that those are the things he wants to hear.
Wordlessly I grab my clothes and dress. Leaving the house and going to a bar a couple of blocks away. Hoping to drown my sorrows.
What I didn't expect the next morning was the news on tv in my hotel room.
"A blond male, 22, was found dead in his apartment this morning by a female friend. The coroner has yet to find the cause of death, but it is believed he overdosed on morphine. Recently coming out of the hospital with severe Pneumonia, he was ordered to take this every twelve hours as it is a abnormal pill that is more deadly and effective than regular morphine."
The black haired anchor woman's words ran through my brain as I stared at the tv. Dimly I heard my coffee cup crash to the floor.
Who knew he was so depressed. Who knew I had killed him. I sure as hell didn't. He was alone. I stooped down, gracelessly falling to my knees. Now I had nothing to live for. And it was all my fault. I pushed away my life, my love, my angel. Now I had nothing.
I don't even remember getting in my car, or driving to his house. I don't remember opening the door and going to his bedroom where I had violated him so many times. I don't remember sitting on the edge of the bed and crying.
The only thing I remember was seeing those pills on the bedside and grabbing them. I went inside the bathroom, letting the water run as I climbed into the warm water, clothes still on. Grabbing the bottle, I unclasped the lid. Peering inside at the innocent looking pills. It was so easy to grab one out and place it in my mouth, swallowing it was wonderful.
If I didn't have him, I couldn't live anymore. At least this way, I would be happy. At least this way, I could see him one last time and tell him I loved him.
Another pill followed suit. And soon the whole bottle was almost gone. I sat staring at the last one. I turned off the water and sank down into it, placing the last one in my mouth and bringing my head under the water. This way if the pills didn't work, then the water would.
But it didn't. I sat up, angry. "Why won't this work?!" I shouted.
My agony ripping me apart, I stand and punch the mirror above the sink, watching as the sharp glass fell onto the sink.
I pick one up, feeling the razor sharp edge as I grasp it tightly.
I smirk and climb back into the tub, pressing one edge to my wrist. Drawing it harshly across an watching in fascination as the blood stained the water red.
I switch hands and do the other.
My head was beginning to feel weird as I brought it up to my throat.
Feeling the glass cut into my neck was a dull sensation, I was already a world away.
The pain was gone.

Hours later the sirens blared outside of the apartments. One of the neighbours had seen the door open and went inside, only to see a cut up man in the bathtub and an empty bottle of pills on the edge. She smiled slightly despite herself, at least they were finally together.

Nothing.
That's all there was.
Nothing. Just an empty black void.
No mysterious voice, no other creature, no Naruto. No way to tell him my final words.
A light lit up the air in front of me, and an outline of a person appeared. "Why did you do it?" He asked me. "Why did you follow me?"
I smiled at him before taking a step foreword, wincing when he stepped back. "Because I love you"
He glared at me "you expect me to be happy with that?! I used to love you, I used to look forward to when you'd come. But you ruined that. You killed me."
I smiled sadly, "I know. But people like me aren't meant to live." He glared at me some more before saying "what about Sakura? what about your child?"
I just looked away, not providing an answer.
He wasn't satisfied and said as a last ditch effort, "what about tomorrow?"
I sighed in this strange place, trying to remember a saying I'd heard before;

"Tomorrow never comes."

Well, at least not for me.
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Tomorrow never comes	By : Miki-chan Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1195 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I dont own or make money from Naruto

Tomorrow never comes