Always/Smiles
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
2
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1,061
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Always
A/N: Occurs the next morning after 'Smiles'
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“The birds are singing so beautifully today, aren’t they?”
“Of course, they’re singing for you.”
I held his hand, like I always did when we walked down the street together, when we sitting in the park, when we were lying in bed. I always held his hand. I think that was his favorite part of our relationship, just holding hands. He said it had something to do with being subtle and loud all at the same time, screaming at the top of our lungs the love we have for one another, buy not having to say a word. Sure, some people used their hand for violence, flipping us off, screaming hate in the same way we screamed love. But, it didn’t faze him. He just continued to hold my hand, and we’d laugh as soon as the criminal passed us.
“And the sky is particularly bright today, too.”
“Just for you, Love.”
He smiled at me with such a serene face I could swear it was that of God’s, if he ever showed his face to humans. He had always believed in God, thanking him for everything he was able to do. He’d pray in the morning, before he ate any meal, after he ate a meal, and before he went to sleep. He’d pray before missions, during missions, after missions, and thank God for everything that he conquered and survived during the day. He’d pray for his friends, for his new family, for me… He’d always pray for me. I didn’t share his faith, but he’d pray for me anyways, saying that one day I’d pray, too. I did today, actually.
“And the trees are shining vibrantly today.”
“They want you to see how gorgeous life can be.”
He was always optimistic. In fact, I can’t think of a time when he wasn’t happy about something, even if his entire day was crappy. On days when I was pissed off, he’d tell me to be happy that I was breathing, or that I was even thinking about the fact that I was so pissed off, because some people didn’t have the ability to think like I did. And, for some reason, I think it was just his presence, I’d always laugh and forget why I was so mad.
“And your love for me is stronger than it’s ever been, huh?”
“My love will always grow stronger for you, every day, always…”
He always made me smile, always made my day, always made my life when I woke up next to him. He always loved life. Always loved his friends. Always loved me…
“I’m sleepy…”
“Then… Then, you should rest…”
“Will you be… Will you be here when… I wake up?”
“Yes, always…”
“Okay… Good… Good night… Yamato…”
“Good night…”
The heart monitor next to his bed stopped beeping.
“Good night, Sai…”
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“The birds are singing so beautifully today, aren’t they?”
“Of course, they’re singing for you.”
I held his hand, like I always did when we walked down the street together, when we sitting in the park, when we were lying in bed. I always held his hand. I think that was his favorite part of our relationship, just holding hands. He said it had something to do with being subtle and loud all at the same time, screaming at the top of our lungs the love we have for one another, buy not having to say a word. Sure, some people used their hand for violence, flipping us off, screaming hate in the same way we screamed love. But, it didn’t faze him. He just continued to hold my hand, and we’d laugh as soon as the criminal passed us.
“And the sky is particularly bright today, too.”
“Just for you, Love.”
He smiled at me with such a serene face I could swear it was that of God’s, if he ever showed his face to humans. He had always believed in God, thanking him for everything he was able to do. He’d pray in the morning, before he ate any meal, after he ate a meal, and before he went to sleep. He’d pray before missions, during missions, after missions, and thank God for everything that he conquered and survived during the day. He’d pray for his friends, for his new family, for me… He’d always pray for me. I didn’t share his faith, but he’d pray for me anyways, saying that one day I’d pray, too. I did today, actually.
“And the trees are shining vibrantly today.”
“They want you to see how gorgeous life can be.”
He was always optimistic. In fact, I can’t think of a time when he wasn’t happy about something, even if his entire day was crappy. On days when I was pissed off, he’d tell me to be happy that I was breathing, or that I was even thinking about the fact that I was so pissed off, because some people didn’t have the ability to think like I did. And, for some reason, I think it was just his presence, I’d always laugh and forget why I was so mad.
“And your love for me is stronger than it’s ever been, huh?”
“My love will always grow stronger for you, every day, always…”
He always made me smile, always made my day, always made my life when I woke up next to him. He always loved life. Always loved his friends. Always loved me…
“I’m sleepy…”
“Then… Then, you should rest…”
“Will you be… Will you be here when… I wake up?”
“Yes, always…”
“Okay… Good… Good night… Yamato…”
“Good night…”
The heart monitor next to his bed stopped beeping.
“Good night, Sai…”