Eyes of Fire

Eyes of Fire

Disclaimer: Yes, this is one of those stereotypical someone leaves the village and comes back much later. No, I do not own Naruto, so back off you scoundrels. I do not make any profit from the writing of this.

The moment I left the Leaf, the moment I decided to go, I already had expectations for my return. As I passed by the various buildings, I envisioned them still containing the various people and shops that they always had, only now bursting with forgiveness and cheers on my triumphant return from defeating Itachi. A year, two, maybe three and I’d be right back alongside Sakura and Naruto, earning admiring gazes from the both of them, not to mention using whatever insults I picked up on my journey to rile up my blonde rival. Three turned into five, five turned into ten, and fifteen years later I find myself at the outskirts of Konoha. I stop and sit for a moment, trying to gain my composure. Uncertain emotions rack my body, visibly shaking it. It has been so long. I had been only fifteen when I left. I close my eyes and remember the last night before I left, my last memories from Konoha were so bitter-sweet.

“What are you doing, Sasuke?” a trembling voice forced out as I raked my nails down his clothed back and drew him in close to me.
“Shut up!” I hissed. I was a monster, raging with lust. Ha, teenage hormones, how many times had they gotten the best of me?
It was no time at all until I had backed him into his bedroom. Always so flustered around me, Naruto? I recall that perfectly, anyone else you would have cursed at and punched at this point.
Falling forwards and pinning him on the bed, he was gazing at me so intently, like he was trying to figure out what was tricking him. Visions of kage-bunshins probably danced in his head, offering him solutions to the puzzle of why the hell I’d be doing this. That gaze was intense, I never knew Naruto could be so concentrated and serious.
“You’re shaking, Naruto. Am I making you nervous,…or excited?”
He turned his head away, quickly breaking eye contact.
“A little of both, actually. It’s not like I didn’t eventually expect this from you anyway. You’re like an open book, and you lust after everyone.”
I was surprised by that. I choked on an incoming breath. Naruto wasn’t as naive as I had thought back then. It seems he had picked up my attraction to him quite easily. Now that I think about it with more wisdom, it probably wasn’t the first or last situation like that which Naruto had been in. How many people had shady pasts with the 4th, only to see fleeting visions of him in Naruto? Anyway, this was the moment. The moment I should have said that Naruto wasn’t just like everyone to me. I wasn’t that brave, and I probably didn’t even realize it back then. Lust was one thing to reveal, deeper feelings were a whole new scary level.
“You’re not as naïve as you always pretend you are. That makes me even hotter for you. The only question left is if you’re gonna let me.”
“I’m your teammate! And you’re an idiot.”
“And you still didn’t answer the question.”
A very hesitant look came to his eyes. He was ready to deny me, it was obvious. I was frightened then, of the total humiliation and the denial of what I so desperately needed. He opened his mouth about to speak, and I cut him off before he started, attacking his exposed neck with my lips and rubbing his cock through his pants. He was squirming under my touch. He let out a really low moan of my name. I’m lucky he gave in and didn’t change his mind. After hearing my name, my lust was so out of control I would have used force to have him. That curtain of lust was so thick in Naruto’s apartment that night, I can feel the weight of it even now.

A shiver ran down my spine as I returned to reality. I braced myself for entrance to the village expecting to find the all-too-forgiving Naruto, and the potential womb for fulfilling life objective #2, Sakura. Passing a small pond on the way I quickly checked my reflection: yep, still incredibly handsome, maybe even more so than before, though much older. I heard a rustling down by the other end of the pond, and quickly hid in the nearest tree, at complete alert. I gasped when I saw a young ANBU appear in the clearing near the pond. He wore the markings of captain. Great, that’s all I needed right now, a run-in with an ANBU captain right outside Konoha’s borders.
If I was surprised to see him, I was even more shocked when he took his mask off. Sharp, blonde spikes of hair jutting every which way, crystal blue eyes. It was Naruto, almost exactly as I remembered him, except quite a bit thinner and taller. I couldn’t breathe. I wasn’t ready for this. But, once I got over the initial shock my mind started alerting me that something was wrong. Fifteen years had passed; Naruto should not be “exactly as I remembered him” or even near it. My mind failing to provide any alternatives gave up struggling with my eyes and just accepted that this must be Naruto. God, he was handsome. Part of me felt extremely proud, watching him stare silently at the pond, wind playing with his ridiculously colored hair, ANBU mask in hand. ANBU captain: you’ve truly proved yourself to the village in my absence, Naruto. So much closer to your most important goal.
A quick turn of his head and the blonde haired ninja stared straight at me. I’m an idiot, of course, an ANBU captain would sense me.
“Uchiha Sasuke, S-class missing-nin, betrayed Leaf village 15 years ago, capture alive if possible.” boomed a cold voice, full of weariness, very unlike the one I remembered. I guess many things change over time. Woo, what a cold response. Take back my comment about the “all-too-forgiving Naruto” as well. Still, someone in Konoha must be looking after me: it’s very rare to have any command other than “kill on sight” tacked to your name.
“Jesus, Naruto. No need to be so cold. I thought you’d at least be glad to see me alive.”
He wrinkled his face and stared at me, slightly confused, but relatively unaffected.
“Sir, other than your description and picture from ANBU and town rumors, I’m afraid I do not know you. Would you like to come see the 6th peacefully, or will I need to beat your ass first and drag you. I’m not really partial to either way.”
Jesus. He must be really mad.