My Treasure
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,136
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
My Treasure
(I'm Nachi, nice to meet you. This is a shorter piece, like most of my works, mostly just to test the waters. If you like it, please lemme' know in a review -- it makes me feel really appreciated when somebody does something nice like that. x) Want me to write more?]
DISCLAIMER: We're required to have disclaimers now. I do not own Naruto, Naruto merchandise, or any of the characters.
MY TREASURE
It had been a while since Sasuke had last been to Konohagakure. In all honesty, he hadn't been expecting what he saw. That is, some small corner of his mind had always thought that, somehow, it would be the same as it always was; a quiet village within itself. Peaceful, serene. All truly powerful places were like that; as unruffled on the surface as the glassiest pond. Underneath, though, it roiled with energy and hope. Like the epicenter of an earthquake, the pinpoint of all of that hope was a certain blonde, bouncy young man.
Sasuke reflected idly on how much Naruto had changed.
He was no longer the short, laughing-eyed, clumsy boy he had known... the boy he had sparred with. He had grown into a man overnight it seemed, with sun-bronzed skin, spun-gold hair and glacial eyes so intense Sasuke often had the most peculiar urge to look away when their gazes met. Naruto had shot up like a weed over the years, though Sasuke, of course, thought 'weed' wasn't quite a powerful enough word to describe the maelstrom that was his best friend. His body rippled with powerful, fluid muscles, like that of a big cat -- bunching and stretching with the smallest of his movements.
Women had started taking an interest in him, too; even Sakura, still relentlessly pursued by the loveable (and considerably better-looking; age was treating him well) Rock Lee, blushed when Naruto spoke to her. It seemed the blonde's interest in the pinkette (as Sasuke secretly called her) had faded considerably over the years. Although he treated her with a clumsy affection, as he did everyone, Sasuke noted with some triumph that the big blonde seemed to treasure him the most out of all of his friends.
He would never know how Sasuke felt, and that was fine. It had taken years for him to realize it himself. He was Uchiha; he had to produce an heir... oh, how that thought plagued him. He didn't want a woman. He wasn't gay; he wasn't a lover of men. Just... a lover of a certain handsome blonde. Was that such a sin, after all?
His treasure.
DISCLAIMER: We're required to have disclaimers now. I do not own Naruto, Naruto merchandise, or any of the characters.
MY TREASURE
It had been a while since Sasuke had last been to Konohagakure. In all honesty, he hadn't been expecting what he saw. That is, some small corner of his mind had always thought that, somehow, it would be the same as it always was; a quiet village within itself. Peaceful, serene. All truly powerful places were like that; as unruffled on the surface as the glassiest pond. Underneath, though, it roiled with energy and hope. Like the epicenter of an earthquake, the pinpoint of all of that hope was a certain blonde, bouncy young man.
Sasuke reflected idly on how much Naruto had changed.
He was no longer the short, laughing-eyed, clumsy boy he had known... the boy he had sparred with. He had grown into a man overnight it seemed, with sun-bronzed skin, spun-gold hair and glacial eyes so intense Sasuke often had the most peculiar urge to look away when their gazes met. Naruto had shot up like a weed over the years, though Sasuke, of course, thought 'weed' wasn't quite a powerful enough word to describe the maelstrom that was his best friend. His body rippled with powerful, fluid muscles, like that of a big cat -- bunching and stretching with the smallest of his movements.
Women had started taking an interest in him, too; even Sakura, still relentlessly pursued by the loveable (and considerably better-looking; age was treating him well) Rock Lee, blushed when Naruto spoke to her. It seemed the blonde's interest in the pinkette (as Sasuke secretly called her) had faded considerably over the years. Although he treated her with a clumsy affection, as he did everyone, Sasuke noted with some triumph that the big blonde seemed to treasure him the most out of all of his friends.
He would never know how Sasuke felt, and that was fine. It had taken years for him to realize it himself. He was Uchiha; he had to produce an heir... oh, how that thought plagued him. He didn't want a woman. He wasn't gay; he wasn't a lover of men. Just... a lover of a certain handsome blonde. Was that such a sin, after all?
His treasure.