Moshi Moshi

I'm gonna update this part, maybe the second chapter too, I dunno I don't think it came out right. The synopsis wouldn't fit so I have to put it here:

On a chilly November evening, Naruto mysteriously leaves Sasuke, rolling away in the dusk in a taxi. The anger and depression he feels turns him into an insomnatic with a desire to kill… himself. His friends come to visit him in the hospital, but the coma that enslaved him took his memory. Now he must recollect the tragic events that led to Naruto’s strange disappearance and learn that not all the secrets you keep are safe, no matter who you trust.


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Moshi Moshi

Sasuke Uchiha was lying on his floor, wrapped tightly in his blue and black comforter staring at the ceiling, counting how many times a ceiling fan rotates in a minute. ‘God it’s too quiet in here’ he whispered in a raspy tone. Without him, it seemed like nobody even lived here. ‘Should I….?’ Sasuke said to himself, wondering. He wriggled over to his phone, unwrapped himself a little and picked up the phone holding it to his ear listening to the dial tone. “No!” he said crushing the phone in his grip. “I promised myself that I would never talk to him again!” “But still…..” He loosened his grip. “Maybe he’s still awake. Maybe there is still a chance.” He dialed the number, listening to it ring, and then the answering machine picked up. He heard the same voice he always heard when he called his cell. “Oi, this is Naruto Uzumaki and he’s too gorgeous to pick up the phone right now, so leave a message and he might pencil you in.” Sasuke smiled, at least that was still the same. “Hey Naruto, this is Sasuke.” “Um I’m just calling because… I…..” he stopped because he couldn’t think of the reason he even called. He heard a beep. “Sasuke?” a voice said. “Naruto?” he said, his voice starting to crack. “Sasuke, do you even know what time it is?” “No.” Sasuke whispered. “You sound awful ya know?” he heard Naruto mutter. “Y-yeah it’s j-just…..” Sasuke stammered. His nose began to run and his eyes felt like they were bleeding. “Sasuke.” Naruto sighed. “I’m not coming back. Ever. ” “I know but still…..” Click. Sasuke heard his dial tone again and slowly put the phone back on the receiver. He slunk down, the tears burning in his already blood-shot eyes, sobbing uncontrollably. Great, now he really was gone forever.

*flashback*

“Naruto…?” Where are you going?” Sasuke said as he followed Naruto to the taxi. It was November and it was very cold out; Sasuke had only time to put on a thin blue sweater, faded from being worn and stained from the memories it held. “Don’t worry.” Naruto said as he pulled his coat tighter, his face hardening. “Why?” whimpered Sasuke. “I’m leaving you.” Naruto replied. “What?!?” cried Sasuke. Naruto had everything a man like him could ever want: a great lover, an amazing job, a stunning body, and a very large apartment. There was no reason that he should be unhappy. Sasuke’s mouth hung open as he heard the news. Naruto, the man he grew up with, fought with and eventually fell in love with, was now leaving him. Naruto had been acting a little strange that week, but Sasuke thought that it was just another mood swing. It would pass. Naruto stepped into the taxi and rolled down the window. “Sasuke.” he said, impatient. Sasuke could barely hear him over the car noise, but he saw a finger that beckoned him to come closer. He leaned over and felt a rush of warmth over his frozen face that was even paler than it usually was. He felt something even warmer kiss him on the nose, slowly moving down to his lips, placing themselves there. “I did love you Sasuke.” Naruto said, breaking the kiss. “But things changed, and I can’t explain why.” I have to go.” he said. He began rolling up the window and Sasuke tried to stop it, pulling down on the window while at the same time pressing on it, making the window squeak as it went up. “No, Naruto, Stop!” Sasuke shouted, banging on the window. But Naruto just waved as the taxi drove away, leaving him in the dust, screaming “Naruto!!” and coughing on the exhaust of the taxi. The tears in his eyes burned as he wiped them away. Standing there, frozen, he felt time itself stop moving. As the car drove away, his heart went along with it.


Sasuke woke up panting. The dream had left his heart racing and him, breathless. He felt sick and his pants were wet. Walking in the bathroom, he looked for the switch that he could never find. "Dammit" he muttered. Sasuke scratched his head in disappointment. He flipped on the switch and continued looking until he realized that the light was already turned on. ‘Wait’ he thought. ‘This isn’t even the bathroom, it’s the kitchen!’ Walking in a large kitchen in the dark and slamming your head into a cupboard at 3 a.m. isn’t the best thing to do when your neighbors live so close its like they live in your house. Sasuke fell back unto the rack of cooking utensils and pots and pans. He lay there, conscious but breathing. “N-Naruto” he ground out. He had lost everything that meant anything to him but his life, but now even that was worthless. He took the large chefs knife that had fallen beside him and held it close, the pale moon peeking through the clouds and softly glowing through the skylight, taunting him. The dim light of the kitchen made it hard to read what was engraved in the knife. He squinted at the inscription, frowning but gaining his night vision, raised the utensil higher. It read: To my favorite Uke, Sasuke, may this knife last as long as our love, and carve deep like you carved your name on my heart. Forever yours, Naruto. ‘Lies’ he thought. All the years they had spent together, the love they shared for each other, meant nothing now. Sasuke rubbed his tongue on the blade, and held it high. “Now Naruto, I shall carve your name on my heart!” The blade fell, piercing through his chest and staining his robe a deep crimson. As he twisted the blade, a pool of blood colleted around him, making his body suddenly feel cold and heavy. Sasuke coughed, shuddering, and looked at the moon through the skylight. It was full and clouds no longer hung in the sky, but the world seemed to be getting darker. He could hold his eyes open no longer. As they slowly closed, he thought of all the times he had with Naruto. From children to now, they seemed like false memories implanted in his mind by a cruel scientist. Gasping, Sasuke realized he was still clutching the knife, twisting it as his eyes closed even more. “N-Naruto, this is all your f-fault you d-dobe.” He sighed. Closing his eyes, smiling with the thought of Naruto on his mind, Sasuke fell into a world of darkness where he hoped to meet the one he loved soon. He shivered, and then finally stopped moving. A bitter breeze passed by as the trees rattled and the chimes rang. A group of crows cawed and flew off the tree. As they say, where there is a group of crows, there is death.