Truth long overdue
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,263
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part 2
Disclaimer: same as the one in the previous chapter ^^
A.N: So…I decided to continue the story. Why? Cause exams normally give me the urge to write something totally unrelated ^^;; *cough*
Enjoy
He could feel the morning heat on his skin and the gentle light through his closed eyelids, but he couldn’t bring himself to wake up. The night had been too good, too surreal even, and he didn’t want to give it up as yet. Lingering in the security of what he was sure was a dream, eyes stubbornly closed, he tried to go back to sleep and forget. But morning always won, bringing with it the stark and cruel realization that dreams were not real and could never be. After all that time, all that pain, things couldn’t have ended like that, an anticlimax so acute it almost made him laugh. Damn himself for not giving up hope, for remembering, dreaming and for his heart’s timely reminder of why he was in this predicament to begin with.
He sighed and immediately noticed the slight throbbing on his neck and cheek. Cuts. His heart skipped a beat. It couldn’t be. He refused to believe and have his hopes crushed once again, his heart broken again. He didn’t know how many times his heart could bear being broken before it forgot how to be whole again. Unwillingly the thought had already lodged in his head. A single idea that thrilled and terrified him like nothing else could have.
And suddenly he was aware of his surroundings, of the soft grass he was laying on, the sound of birds in the trees and the foreign heat against his right side. He sat up, too startled to think, to measure the consequences of this small gesture. He could feel the eyes on the back of his head and the subtle shift of a body away from his own.
It wasn’t a dream.
His eyes widened as that thought swirled in his head and the blush followed suit. He found himself in a situation he wasn’t prepared to face. He stood slowly up and looked at the person he had spent a good amount of his life chasing after. He didn’t know what to say, there were so many unanswered questions and hanging statements between them that he didn’t know where to start. The only thing he knew for sure was that he wouldn’t let him leave again.
It had taken him a long time to realize that his unhealthy obsession with his team mate might have been more than friendship, more than brotherly love even, but had he been thinking clearly the night before he wouldn’t have said something so rash. Yes, he did love him, more than he was comfortable with, Sasuke had been the focal point of his life from the moment he had seen him, alone and angry with the world, on that jetty. But Sasuke had betrayed him, left the village for power and revenge going even to the extent of trying to kill him for it. His friendship had meant little to him then, why should his love be any different?
Sasuke stood up, eyes wary. Maybe he felt he had said too much the night before too.
“Will you come back with me then?”
His eyes shifted to stare directly into his black ones. No matter how many times he had told himself that he would bring him back, he wanted Sasuke to want to come back, to realize that Konoha was his home not just his prison. That he could grow and become strong within its walls as well as without.
Sasuke shifted slightly as he looked around him, eyes looking unseeing at his surroundings as if in deep contemplation.
“Yes.”
A.N: I know it’s short but this is basically the end of the prologue. Though I have to admit I’m prone to short chapters ^^; …Feedback would be greatly appreciated….*opens cookie jar* free cookies??
A.N: So…I decided to continue the story. Why? Cause exams normally give me the urge to write something totally unrelated ^^;; *cough*
Enjoy
He could feel the morning heat on his skin and the gentle light through his closed eyelids, but he couldn’t bring himself to wake up. The night had been too good, too surreal even, and he didn’t want to give it up as yet. Lingering in the security of what he was sure was a dream, eyes stubbornly closed, he tried to go back to sleep and forget. But morning always won, bringing with it the stark and cruel realization that dreams were not real and could never be. After all that time, all that pain, things couldn’t have ended like that, an anticlimax so acute it almost made him laugh. Damn himself for not giving up hope, for remembering, dreaming and for his heart’s timely reminder of why he was in this predicament to begin with.
He sighed and immediately noticed the slight throbbing on his neck and cheek. Cuts. His heart skipped a beat. It couldn’t be. He refused to believe and have his hopes crushed once again, his heart broken again. He didn’t know how many times his heart could bear being broken before it forgot how to be whole again. Unwillingly the thought had already lodged in his head. A single idea that thrilled and terrified him like nothing else could have.
And suddenly he was aware of his surroundings, of the soft grass he was laying on, the sound of birds in the trees and the foreign heat against his right side. He sat up, too startled to think, to measure the consequences of this small gesture. He could feel the eyes on the back of his head and the subtle shift of a body away from his own.
It wasn’t a dream.
His eyes widened as that thought swirled in his head and the blush followed suit. He found himself in a situation he wasn’t prepared to face. He stood slowly up and looked at the person he had spent a good amount of his life chasing after. He didn’t know what to say, there were so many unanswered questions and hanging statements between them that he didn’t know where to start. The only thing he knew for sure was that he wouldn’t let him leave again.
It had taken him a long time to realize that his unhealthy obsession with his team mate might have been more than friendship, more than brotherly love even, but had he been thinking clearly the night before he wouldn’t have said something so rash. Yes, he did love him, more than he was comfortable with, Sasuke had been the focal point of his life from the moment he had seen him, alone and angry with the world, on that jetty. But Sasuke had betrayed him, left the village for power and revenge going even to the extent of trying to kill him for it. His friendship had meant little to him then, why should his love be any different?
Sasuke stood up, eyes wary. Maybe he felt he had said too much the night before too.
“Will you come back with me then?”
His eyes shifted to stare directly into his black ones. No matter how many times he had told himself that he would bring him back, he wanted Sasuke to want to come back, to realize that Konoha was his home not just his prison. That he could grow and become strong within its walls as well as without.
Sasuke shifted slightly as he looked around him, eyes looking unseeing at his surroundings as if in deep contemplation.
“Yes.”
A.N: I know it’s short but this is basically the end of the prologue. Though I have to admit I’m prone to short chapters ^^; …Feedback would be greatly appreciated….*opens cookie jar* free cookies??