Broken Promises

Chapter 3
Before visiting hours were even started Sakura entered Sasuke’s room. Her having been the medic to tend to him first had allowed her entrance to check on him. Nearing the bed she looked down at him. He was pail in the sunlight shining in, jet black hair against the white of the pillowcase. She reached over to caress his bangs back from his face and gasped. “Ow! Sasuke.” Her wrist was held in a tight painful grip red eyes glaring up at her jaw tense.

“Do not touch me.” The words scratched the way out of his dry throat. Sitting up in the bed he slid away from her. Sakura’s heart sank into her stomach. He didn’t just regret what they’d done, he hated her for it. Moving to the pitcher on the side table she poured him some water hands trembling as she passed it to him.

With a sigh Sasuke took the cup and drank the cool water before closing his eyes controlling the red. Already regretting his actions from just moments ago Sasuke lowered his voice as he spoke. “I’m sorry Sakura. I don’t mean to hurt you but…” He smirked to himself. He found himself saying those words a lot lately. “I love Naruto. I can’t lie to him. I can’t try to hide what we did from him.”

Green eyes widened in panic. “WHAT?” She shook her head pacing. “You can’t. Sasuke you can’t tell him. You said yourself he’ll kill us. He will NEVER forgive you.” The pink haired girl was shaking all over nervously and her heart was racing.

Naruto finally had enough of trying to sleep and got up. Making some ramen but unable to eat even that. He looked at Sasuke’s ridiculous fancy coffee maker it reminded him of Sasuke in every way. The smell of the brewing coffee his lover couldn’t live without would fill his senses and make him sile and relax just from its aroma, the taste was bitter but addicting and after having too much could make Naruto behaved like a fool. He contemplated trying to make a pot on his own, but the few times he’d tried he always made it wrong. Like so many things in his life only Sasuke could make it right.

His heart clenched at the thought as he moved to the laundry room pulling down a black t-shirt not caring who’s it was. He snatched a pair of orange pants with black pockets to slide on over his boxers and then his sandals. Stopping for a moment to pull the t-shirt over his head only vaguely aware the shirt was tight across his chest and shoulders. Naruto didn’t take the rooftops; he didn’t walk fast to the hospital.

Running his hands over his face and scrubbing them through his already mussed hair Naruto was in no hurry to get to the hospital. For once in his life he had no desire to have a confrontation with his Uchiha. Fighting was always like foreplay for them. Argue, spar, curs, spar some more, someone would get pinned and then s-e-x. Whether on the training grounds, the court yard of their house or even their own bedroom it was always the same. In the pit of his stomach Naruto could feel that was not how things would end today.

No matter how he tried to convince himself there was some innocent explanation, that he was wrong, that his two best friends, his team mate and the love of his life wouldn’t hurt him that way. He was silently praying he simply gotten it wrong but he couldn’t shake the scent they both wore or the guilty way their eyes wouldn’t meet his. He swallowed hard as he finally entered the hospital. He didn’t have to ask, the nurse looked up and just gave him Sasuke’s room number as he passed the front desk. He nodded at her because he didn’t trust his voice to say thank you.

Turning down the hall he stilled. He could hear voices coming from Sasuke’s room.

“I’m sorry Sakura. I don’t mean to hurt you but…I love Naruto. I can’t lie to him. I can’t try to hide what we did from him.”
“WHAT!? You can’t. Sasuke you can’t tell him. You said yourself he’ll kill us. He will NEVER forgive you.”

Inside the room Sasuke scowled at his teammate. “Sakura listen to yourself! We screwed up and we can’t hide that from him.” Sasuke was now more angry with her insistence on hiding what they’d done from Naruto, then himself for his idiotic actions. “I can’t lie to him. I can’t look him in the eye every day for the rest of my life and pretend I didn’t have sex with you.” She flinched as the words came out angry and accusing. “Can you? Can you really care so fucking little for his feelings that you could smile at him every day hiding what we did from him?”

“We’re not lying Sasuke, we’re trying not to hurt him. What he doesn’t know is going to keep him from becoming devastated.” The pink hair swayed in the slight wind coming in from the window. “Do you want to hurt him like that? To ease your guilt you want to break him?”

Down the hall Naruto grabbed his stomach. It wanted to empty itself of the nothing inside. The tears didn’t come though they threatened to and he managed to keep himself from being completely sick right in the hospital hallway. He was Naruto Uzumaki he didn’t back down from a challenge, he didn’t run away from something that scared him and he only got angry when something hurt him. Pushing himself up, not even knowing when he’d slid down the wall, Naruto felt the still dangerous calm fall over him and moved down to Sasuke’s door.

Pushing it open and he glared at the people in the room. “Except HE could smell it all over you. HE couldn’t figure it out at first with all of the blood, the need for you to heal him causing your scent’s to mingle, the sweat you both clung to the skin. At first I really couldn’t figure out what that scent was.” He gave an angry chuckle and then he shook his head. “I probably would have let it go, if you hadn’t jerked off and left the dirty sheets on the bed I probably would have never know. Sakura would have talked you into keeping it from me and then what would have happened, eh Sasuke? Would you have lied, wallowed in guilt, found your continence and told me eventually?” He gave a sad smile. “I guess we’ll never know.”

Sasuke’s throat tightened when Naruto pushed his door open and without having to look up into his lover’s eyes he knew, Natuto knew. For all that his ball of bright sun shine played the fool he was smarter than any one gave him credit for. He knew the true depth and Shikamaru knew, but the Shadow Nin was pretty hard to fool. He listened internally cursing himself for not changing the sheets. At the time Sasuke figured it would be a way to drive Naruto crazy for coming home late and not going on the mission with them. He’d known just how his scent aroused the blond. Now the playful action had sealed the end of the only thing he had ever really needed.

His eyes closed unable to look into the face of the man he loved as the calm words fell from his lips. Anger he could handle Naruto’s rage was dangerous but he was able to get it out and get passed it. No this calm, this version of Naruto was the scariest thing Sasuke had ever encountered, because Naruto was only this calm was what he allowed himself to retreat in when something or someone truly wounded him. He ached inside and slid his eyes open trying to covey this guilt, his sincere and honest plea for forgiveness. But Naruto’s once bright blue eyes weren’t tinged orange like he’d hoped. In their place were cold blue eyes, dead as if nothing inside his beautiful lover could feel.

“Naruto! NO! Please don’t go.” Sasuke was up and out of bed grabbing the Kyuubi container by his shoulders hauling him around. “Please, please stay. Talk to me, it was a mistake it was an accident. I wasn’t in my right mind.” His eyes looked over Naruto’s face for any sign he was getting through to his precious person.

Sakura gasped when Naruto opened the door. She’d listened as he spoke to Sasuke all but ignoring that she was even present. When he turned to go and Sasuke stopped him, trying to convince his friend and lover not to leave his words shredded her. He didn’t seem to care she was in the room either. Or that she was now crying.

Naruto’s grip was hard, unyielding as he pulled Sasuke’s hands off his shoulders. “Don’t touch me Uchiha. Don’t ever touch me again.” Those cold eyes looked up and he still didn’t raise his voice and his tone was almost without any emotion. “An accident? Did you trip and your dick fell in?” The blond man stared for a moment as Sasuke, and for the first time looked over at the crying Medic Nin. “Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll get pregnant from your mistake. Then you can have what you always really wanted. Lady Sakura Uchiha, mother to the Uchiha heir. You were right it has a nice ring to it.” This time Naruto didn’t hesitate when he walked away from them both, from his friend, from his lover, and from his team.

The hyperactive ninja was on auto pilot. People watched shocked as the usually over active blond walked slowly through the streets, no smile, no laughter, no waving or bouncing. He was a ghost of the person they all knew and word spread quickly that the Uzumaki was sick, dying, or both. He didn’t remove his sandals when he entered the house. He didn’t stop on his way out to gather his books or pictures or even the things he had added to the house. He went to the storage room grabbed his ninja gear and a duffle bag. He packed all of his clothing, his toiletries and his extra sandals and even the dress shoes and pair of orange trainers he’d had. He flicked the lights off as he moved back through the house, he couldn’t help but look back. On the side table sat the picture of Team 7 that Kakashi was so proud of. He slammed it face down, something inside him satisfied when he heard the glass inside the frame break, just like their team and then he walked out of the door locking it and leaving his key on the kitchen counter.

At first he didn’t know where he would go. He’d given his apartment up years ago and sold his furniture so that was out. He’d wondered aimlessly. Not really knowing how he ended up at Shikamaru’s door or when he’d knocked on it. “Naruto?” the shocked and concerned rasp of his apparently only real friend drifted over his ears. The sound was comforting in a strange way. He swallowed and blinked as he finally broke and a tear ran down his cheek.

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