Collision | By : Limenatabla Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 938 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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In general, there are two types of Naruto fanfiction (with exceptions): High School ones, and ninja ones. I always wanted to bring them
together. If you like it, I’ll continue the story.
Consider this the –
Prolog
Sasuke, of course, knew who Naruto was.
A long time ago – before the whole world went to hell – they
were friends, as much as you can be someone’s friend when you’re eight and your
parents make you spend a evening a week with each other while they ware - playing
cards, drinking, talking – what ever is that they were doing.
It was always on Fridays – one week Naruto would come to
Sasuke’s house and they would watch television or sneak into Itachi’s room, and
the other Sasuke would go to Naruto’s house and they would play video games.
This was happening for so long that Sasuke couldn’t
even remember when it started. He knew how it ended, though.
He’s parents had died. It was the
car accident and Sasuke was there, on the back seat, small and helpless,
watching from the weird angle and through blurry eyes the blood slowly drying
on his mother’s stiff face.
After that, everything changed.
Kakashi had no answers, Itachi was never there and Fridays
were long and boring.
Naruto is now going to the same school Sasuke does, but they
are not friends. They are barely even acknowledging each other in the hallways.
Naruto is not a very good student, he’s loud and a
prankster, and he gets into fights all the time. Sasuke is a very good student,
teachers love him and he also gets into fights all the
time.
They never fought each other, though. It’s
like unwritten rule or something. Like even that much
interacting is too much for them to take.
But Sasuke knows who Naruto is.
They are just not friends any longer.
He is therefore very confused when he ran into Naruto on the
street one morning and Naruto looked happy and relived when he saw him.
***
“You’re going to be late.” Itachi said. Instead of
responding, Sasuke hid his face into his milk. “Really late.”
He wasn’t going to be late at all,
he was long since released from History, that was supposed to be his first
class that day. Winning international competition has its merits, obviously. Sasuke
just, kind of, forgot to tell his
brother about it. Itachi was very annoying when he was trying to act all proud
of Sasuke’s accomplishments.
“I know how to read a clock.” He said when it became obvious
Itachi would not stop looking at him until he answered.
“Do you want a ride?” Itachi asked, ignoring Sasuke’s
rudeness.
“No.”
“Fine then.” Itachi said, and finished
his coffee. “Bye.”
Sasuke didn’t answer. Mornings are
always hard, sitting in the kitchen that was his mother’s territory with
Itachi, trying to have normal conversation over coffee or breakfast, and then
going out and leaving the house empty. It was like listening to the echo of the
previous life, when you know that voices that are returning belong to those
long gone. Sasuke didn’t want to move out, though and
he made that very clear when Itachi asked him about it once. This is their home, this is where all the memories are. It felt a little
hollow from time to time, especially in the mornings, but that is a small price
to pay.
He needed to get out anyway.
It’s one thing listening to the ghosts when
Itachi is around, it’s a completely different matter being all alone in the
house. So Sasuke took his things and decided to walk
to school. He had just enough time for that.
The spring can be unpredictable, cold one day and hot the
next one, with random sprays of rain. It looked like that day will be sunny and
warm. Sasuke brought a jacket anyway.
He saw Naruto sitting on the sidewalk three streets away,
close to his house, with his head in his hands. He’s late, Sasuke thought, and wandered if he should ask if there is
anything wrong. He shook off the urge to do so, it was
none of his business.
He kept one eye on Naruto while waking by, nonetheless. He
despised Naruto’s fondness for orange on a good day, but this awful mismatch
was a bit too much, even for him. Sasuke scowled, and it seemed like Naruto
finally heard someone walking along the otherwise quiet and empty street,
because he jerked his head, and looked up.
Naruto got on his feet in the instant with a little
uncertain smile on his face. Sasuke almost let his mouth open, but he caught himself,
and barked his surprise out:
“What the hell is that on your face?!”
Naruto looked annoyed and wiped his mouth with the back of
his hand. This time, Sasuke let his mouth open for a second. Naruto had some
odd things – like scares, old scars – on his face and he was wiping his mouth?
Did he look in the mirror this morning?
No, seeing what he had on and how uncombed his hair was, he
probably didn’t look in the mirror. Before he had time
to ask again, Naruto said:
“Sasuke? Where are we?”
That made him pause. Not the question
itself – even though it was strange – but the bewilderment in his voice.
Before he could answer, Naruto spoke again.
“Are you doing this? Is it some kind of genjutsu?”
The term was foreign and definitely mildly familiar, but
Sasuke had no idea what it meant. He opened his mouth:
“Are you on drugs?” When Naruto scowled on his tone and
refused to answer, he added, “You’re late for school.”
“School?” Naruto asked, and Sasuke didn’t like the expression on his face at all, or the way he
was looking carefully up and down Sasuke’s body. It felt like Naruto is trying
to figure out what’s wrong with him; it made him
defensive so he put his hands in his pockets.
The gesture seemed to piss Naruto off, because he put his
right hand in the middle of Sasuke’s chest, and push him back. He never even
saw when Naruto put one of his feet behind his leg, so when he tried to step
back he ended up flat on his back.
He only had time to think So much for unwritten rule and then Naruto was sitting on his
stomach with knees on his forearms.
Sasuke couldn’t move at all. He had no idea how
did Naruto manage to overpower him so easily.
“You,” Naruto growled then. “Are not
Sasuke. Who are you and where am I? Who are those people that clamed to
be my parents?”
He hated to admit it, even to himself, but Sasuke was
scared. He was scared of Naruto, who was crazy and dangers, and had him pined
down in the middle of an empty street.
“Naruto… “He said, because his only hope was to convince
Naruto – something. “I am Sasuke.”
“You look like Sasuke, but you move wrong. You let me sit on your chest. Sasuke would never do that.”
I let you? For fuck sake, he had no time to blink before he
was down, when was he supposed to not let Naruto – do what ever he wanted to do?
“I’m Sasuke.” He repeated, and then added, for good measure,
“Uchiha. I live three streets from here with my brother. You and I… we were
friends when we were kids.”
Naruto was looking down at him with his mouth open.
“With your brother? Itachi?” When Sasuke nodded, Naruto laughed. It was
unpleasant, and the weight on his arms doubled. “You’re not doing a very good
job of convincing me not to kill you, you know.”
Kill
him? Isn’t that a bit – too much?
“You look scared, you know.” Naruto said, as in wonder.
“I am scared.
What’s wrong with you?”
Instead of answering, Naruto glanced at the BMW parked near
them.
“It’s weird.” He said. “I tried everything Jiraiya taught me
about genjutsu. I should be able to
break out of it, but I can’t. It feels… real. And it
makes no sense, this all looks like a completely other – world.”
“…You are completely insane.” Sasuke told him.
Naruto looked resigned when he stood up. Then he said, like that has some special meaning:
“They said they are my parents.”
“Minato and Kushina? They are your parents.”
Naruto glared at him. Then he let out a small, desperate
whine.
“I don’t have any parents. You’re
supposed to want Itachi dead – he probably is
dead. And what is that?”
That was a airplane landing on the nearby airport. Sasuke shrugged,
thinking: He lost it completely; he’ll end up in the mad house.
Something in him felt like being smashed
into little pieces on the thought. He had to clear his throat before saying:
“Maybe you should just go along with it for now. See how it’s like to have parents. Go to school.”
Naruto looked like he was thinking through what he said.
Then he nodded.
“Let’s go then. If we don’t go now, I’ll be late.”
Sasuke walked down the street, thinking what he should do
about this mess. Naruto followed him.
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