With Fates Entwined and Bonds Unbreakable

With Fates Entwined and Bonds Unbreakable
A collection of Naruto x Sasuke Drabbles and Ficlets


Author: ladygizarme
Written for: Halloween minifest on queershinobi100 on lj.
Words: 597
Spoilers: none
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU, sexual implication, character death, suicidal thoughts
Summary: This house is empty now, but for us.


This House


This house is empty now. Everyone has left me. Everyone but him.

He has been here since before I can remember. He has watched me grow, while he remains ever-unchanging.

During the day, he watches me. Most of the time I can’t see him, but I can feel his eyes on me—those glowing blue eyes that cut through any darkness—real or imagined.

At night, I feel his touch on me—so light it’s like a whisper, barely there but for the way the tiniest hairs on my body raise as he does it.

I’m not sure at what point this began— when I started treating him like a friend rather than another part of the house—like the door to the basement that never latches right, or the step that creaks every time you take the stairs, even when you don’t step on it. Not sure when I stopped calling him annoying and telling him to leave me alone—when I stopped pushing him away just as I do everyone else. Not sure when I stopped pulling from his ethereal touch, and instead began reaching out to him, longing for more.

“Naruto.” My voice is quiet, raspy, and my breath puffs visibly into the air.

My fingers search for him, knowing they’ve found him when they become numbingly cold.

“Sasuke,” he answers.

He covers me in ice-cold bliss, and I am warmer now than I have been for years.

My mind stills as my body becomes frantic, seeking more—more than he should be able to give, yet somehow he does. I whisper things—things no one else will ever hear from my lips—and he answers every utterance, every oath, every plea.

This house is empty now, but for us. It is the house I was born in; the house my parents left and never returned to one terrible, stormy winter’s evening. It is the house my brother raised me in until he couldn’t take it anymore; the house I inherited when they found him hanging from the bell tower at his university.

It is the house Naruto died in. Perhaps it is the house I will die in, as well. I contemplate it—dying here. Dying where I was born and my family lived and Naruto died. Dying where Naruto has haunted me for my entire life. Taking a blade—perhaps rope, like my brother—and freeing myself from an existence that revolves around people no longer alive.

Fear stays my hand. Fear of the unknown; what will await me after. If death would bring me closer to Naruto, that would be all the courage I’d need. But my parents died, and did not come back to me. My brother died, and never returned home. Naruto haunts me—only Naruto.

So I stay; I stay for him. I long for him—feel my mind slipping further and further away the more I crave his presence; his touch. Everyone I love has died, but Naruto is already dead. He is safe, isn’t he? He has always been here, yet I feel him growing farther and farther away the closer we try to get. Still I try to draw him closer.

His touch is icy, but burns like fire, and I welcome it. Reason flees, common sense flees, and I invite the numbing ecstasy that is Naruto.

If I die loving Naruto—being loved by him—will I feel his touch once I am a ghost? Will I finally be able to touch him back? Will I haunt this house with him forever? Can I?

xXx
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