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As the blond walked down the deserted streets of Konoha aimlessly, he came to a sudden halt. He noticed a familiar chakra pattern nearby but it was neither Sakura nor Kakashi.
‘That’s impossible,” he thought as he recognized whose chakra it was.

The whiskered boy quickly turned around, his eyes searching through the night for the person who was approaching him.

“Sa…su…ke…?” He stared in disbelief as his eyes rested on the dark haired man that was hiding in the shadows, his figure just slightly illuminated by a single street light nearby.

‘It can’t be… There’s no way that this person is… Sasuke…” The fox vessel backed away when the stranger was approaching him.

‘This can’t be Sasuke! Sasuke is dead! … This person must be a Genjutsu!’ Naruto concluded.

“RELEASE!” The blond haired youth yelled as he tried to break the illusion. The man in front of him seemed to be taken aback and stopped his approach.

‘Did it work?’ Naruto regarded the other male curiously but he didn’t disappear. ‘It’s not… a Genjutsu?!’ The young shinobi wondered, ‘Then what is he…? Come on brain, think! Maybe an obsessed fan of Sasuke? Highly doubtable… Think, damn it!’ Naruto nearly wrecked his mind to come up with something logical. He really thought it was a Genjutsu; he wasn’t prepared for the fact that it wasn’t one.

Sasuke smirked. He didn’t know why but the person in front of him was kind of interesting. He thought the blond would have run away but he was still there, shouting to release something. ‘What a weird greeting,’ the raven wondered when be began to approach the smaller boy again, ‘He seems to know me, though.’

‘Was the doctor wrong when he said Sasuke was dead? Was Sasuke anabiotic?’ Naruto agonised over a logical answer why Sasuke was standing in front of him, while the raven should be lying in the mortuary by now. ‘It’s impossible, isn’t it? He was examined so often and they even did an autopsy! He has to be dead! This is illogical!’ While the blond was wrecking his brain he didn’t realise that Sasuke was now standing right in front of him, his face only an inch away from the blonde’s whiskered face.

When Naruto looked up again he saw coal eyes regarding him with interest. “UWAAAAAAAAAH!!!” Naruto screamed, apparently shocked to find Sasuke’s face so close to his own. The fox backed away at a quick pace; obviously too quick, he realised when he tripped over his own left foot.

“Ouch!” Naruto whined as he rubbed his back in an attempt to soothe the pain. He cursed himself inwardly for being so clumsy. Sasuke, however, stood still, his eyes never leaving the small boy on the ground.

“Tell me,” the raven haired youth demanded, causing the blond to meet his eyes once again. “What?” Naruto asked confused. “Tell me your name,” Sasuke stated, wondering inwardly whether the blonde’s name would remind him of something… someone; memories he had forgotten about.

“Temee –“, Naruto started, thinking about various swear-words he could say now, “Don’t tell me you have amnesia! Moreover, I should be the one asking who you are! You are not Sasuke neither are you an illusion, so what or who the hell are you?!” His demand was faced with complete indifference, “Sasuke? I assume you mean me by Sasuke. Yet, dear little one, I didn’t ask for my name, I asked for yours.”

“You –“, Naruto grinded his teeth as he felt his temper rising. ‘This Sasuke double is making a fool out of me!’ The blond stood up from the ground, brushing the dust off of his clothes to maintain calm. “Whoever you are, don’t tell me you haven’t heard of me before!” Naruto hissed at the raven. “Oh, are you famous?” Sasuke asked in a mocking voice. ‘The dobe is fun somehow,’ the dark haired youth fought back a snicker when he heard the blonde’s reply. “Of course I am! Hell, you are the worst Sasuke double ever! Even Sasuke knew that I’m famous!!!” Oh, what a lie; but Naruto couldn’t help it. He wanted to be acknowledged, not to be forgotten. It didn’t matter to the Kyuubi vessel that he was arguing with a double, a fake, or maybe just an illusion. Even an illusion should acknowledge the soon-to-be Hokage.

“If you’re so famous, may I have your autograph?” The raven asked teasingly. Of course he didn’t care for an autograph of the blond, but he still wanted to know the name of the idiot in front of him. Naruto’s ego surely was his weakest point and Sasuke had figured that out quickly. And it doesn’t take a clairvoyant to know what Naruto would do when he had received a vast ego boost; he would fall into traps recklessly. The blond beamed “Of course you can have my autograph!” ‘Here he goes…’ Sasuke smirked inwardly as Naruto began to scribble down his name on the raven’s hand.

Coal eyes stared in disbelief when he realised that the blond was writing on his hand.
“That tickles…” Sasuke chuckled lightly. Naruto raised his head to lock eyes with the other boy. “You really act out of character, you know?!” The fox vessel stated simply. He finished writing the last character of his name before he beamed happily “Yoshi! Here you go!”

Sasuke looked at his hand, feeling his eyebrow twitch. Not only did the moron write on his hand, he also had a dreadful handwriting. ‘How am I supposed to read that?’ the raven haired vampire stared at his hand. “Are you a doctor or a pharmacist?” Sasuke asked in an ironic tone. “Why?” Naruto wondered whether he looked smart enough to be either a doctor or a pharmacist, but was reality hit him again when Sasuke replied shortly “Because you have the worst handwriting I’ve ever seen.”

“You —“, that was the last straw for Naruto. His fist clenched and clashed with the dark haired boy’s cheek short afterwards; too less time for the raven to dodge the attack.

The young vampire gently touched his bruised cheek as he saw the blond disappearing into the night quickly. ‘That guy…’ Sasuke thought in an almost nostalgic way of what had just happened. He met a guy and felt an indefinable attraction towards him. The blond seemed to hold his lost memories like a treasure, which meant that the young boy was as precious to him as a treasure. The raven haired vampire didn’t like to wander around and recognising things he couldn’t remember at all. His memories were too far away from him to seize but the blond wasn’t, was he? All he needed to do now was to figure out the dobe’s name. The dark haired youth regarded his hand once more and the idiot’s bad handwriting. ‘This could be a ‘ta’ or maybe a ‘ha’ … or perhaps a ‘na’… Oh wait! I think I know that one! Wait! Are these even hiragana? It might as well be katakana… That is the worst handwriting I’ve ever seen!’ the raven slumped to the ground desperately. ‘This is going to take me the whole night!’

Well, maybe the blond haired boy wasn’t as reachable as he had thought.