Almost Sucks
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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Category:
Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
77
Views:
1,957
Reviews:
327
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
Disclaimer:
I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Not unlike a beacon
Almost Sucks
by Mashiro
Naruto fandom, series, no spoilers
AU, BOYS LOVE: Naruto x Sasuke, Kakashi x Iruka, Lee x Gaara
first version: August 1st 2006, Tuesday
second version: September 23rd 2008, Tuesday
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DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the rights to the Naruto series or characters and I make no money writing this. I’m just a fan. This is fan fiction.
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31: Not unlike a beacon
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Kakashi told me the kids were still at my place. They had left to get the clothes from the washing machine not long after I called to remind Naruto about it and never come back. Kakashi was right; it had been hours.
I’m more frustrated than angry, and despite Kakashi’s assurances I’m afraid. What will happen when they break up? They will still have to be our children. They will still have to see each other and meet each others new boyfriends or girlfriends. Or do they really think they’ve found the partner they will be with for the rest of their lives? Already? When others spend their whole lives looking?
They’re just kids. They’re not old enough to drink, not old enough to drive; not old enough to buy their own cigarettes. What can they do? They can go see scary movies at the cinema without the company of an adult. Oh, yeah. That’s mature.
What do they know about love?
But what does anyone of us know about love? Why do so many spend their entire lives looking for it?
The house is quiet when I arrive and the lights in the hall and the kitchen are turned on as if everything is normal. I’m nervous and not sure what to expect. Where are they? In bed? I don’t want to say ‘I’m home,’ or ‘hello?’ or ‘Naruto?’ or anything really. I find the laundry basket at the bottom of the stairs and take a detour to make sure the clothes are up. They are. Some of them are white and as beacons in the half-darkness.
It’s so quiet that all sounds seem louder than they should be. The stairs creak and I’m expecting the neighbors to start yelling. I remember that time when Sasuke-kun played music so loud the police almost got involved.
What weird things I notice and remember.
The upstairs are dark and so is Naruto’s room; I find out when I open his door. It creaks as it always does when you open it; one familiar complaint just when it slides up, but no one seems to hear, just me. No one seems to move.
I hear Naruto breathe. A slow, slightly wheezing rhythm of breath that I’ve heard so many times I could recognize it anywhere. How quickly he’s grown; it’s scary. Soon he will be driving a car and buying beer. So scary.
I stay in the doorway and my eyes adjust.
Naruto’s hair is not unlike the clothes in the guestroom; a beacon in the darkness; it almost shines brighter than his skin, tanned as he still is from the summer sun. With Sasuke-kun, it’s the opposite. His skin is the beacon and his hair is like a shadow in the shadows. They both look peaceful. My eyes ignore the dark pools of clothes on the floor that want to tell me that they’re naked.
And I stand there for a long time, just watching them.
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by Mashiro
Naruto fandom, series, no spoilers
AU, BOYS LOVE: Naruto x Sasuke, Kakashi x Iruka, Lee x Gaara
first version: August 1st 2006, Tuesday
second version: September 23rd 2008, Tuesday
.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the rights to the Naruto series or characters and I make no money writing this. I’m just a fan. This is fan fiction.
.
.
31: Not unlike a beacon
.
.
Kakashi told me the kids were still at my place. They had left to get the clothes from the washing machine not long after I called to remind Naruto about it and never come back. Kakashi was right; it had been hours.
I’m more frustrated than angry, and despite Kakashi’s assurances I’m afraid. What will happen when they break up? They will still have to be our children. They will still have to see each other and meet each others new boyfriends or girlfriends. Or do they really think they’ve found the partner they will be with for the rest of their lives? Already? When others spend their whole lives looking?
They’re just kids. They’re not old enough to drink, not old enough to drive; not old enough to buy their own cigarettes. What can they do? They can go see scary movies at the cinema without the company of an adult. Oh, yeah. That’s mature.
What do they know about love?
But what does anyone of us know about love? Why do so many spend their entire lives looking for it?
The house is quiet when I arrive and the lights in the hall and the kitchen are turned on as if everything is normal. I’m nervous and not sure what to expect. Where are they? In bed? I don’t want to say ‘I’m home,’ or ‘hello?’ or ‘Naruto?’ or anything really. I find the laundry basket at the bottom of the stairs and take a detour to make sure the clothes are up. They are. Some of them are white and as beacons in the half-darkness.
It’s so quiet that all sounds seem louder than they should be. The stairs creak and I’m expecting the neighbors to start yelling. I remember that time when Sasuke-kun played music so loud the police almost got involved.
What weird things I notice and remember.
The upstairs are dark and so is Naruto’s room; I find out when I open his door. It creaks as it always does when you open it; one familiar complaint just when it slides up, but no one seems to hear, just me. No one seems to move.
I hear Naruto breathe. A slow, slightly wheezing rhythm of breath that I’ve heard so many times I could recognize it anywhere. How quickly he’s grown; it’s scary. Soon he will be driving a car and buying beer. So scary.
I stay in the doorway and my eyes adjust.
Naruto’s hair is not unlike the clothes in the guestroom; a beacon in the darkness; it almost shines brighter than his skin, tanned as he still is from the summer sun. With Sasuke-kun, it’s the opposite. His skin is the beacon and his hair is like a shadow in the shadows. They both look peaceful. My eyes ignore the dark pools of clothes on the floor that want to tell me that they’re naked.
And I stand there for a long time, just watching them.
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.