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Category:
Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
951
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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.
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Title: End
Fandom: Naruto
Genre: Drama/Angst
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Implied Sasuke/Naruto and Itachi/Sasuke if you want to take it that way.
Summary: The rain is the only witness and Sasuke still won't cry.
SPOILER ALERT.
This fic contains an account of manga volume 26, so if you haven't read up until then and are not willing to be spoiler-ed, then don't read. Please.
Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto. Yeah. But if I did, the world would know that Sasuke and Naruto are gay.
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The blinding light strips away red chakra and borrowed power, leaving only Sasuke and Naruto, who were once rivals that wanted to smile when the other wasn’t looking.
A bleeding, silent farewell stretches for miles between them.
Naruto’s eyes fall closed.
After eternity, Sasuke stands in the ray of sunlight meant for one who’s not him. He’s seen Naruto in the sun before. It’s nothing special. He’s kissed him, too. It’s nothing special either.
He doesn’t care about the forehead protector when it loosens and plummets, soundless because he doesn’t want to hear the crash of past on future. It’s not a parting gift, even though Naruto will keep it close to him in the space of forever that they will share alone.
“Naruto…”
What can he say to an unconscious body?
“I…”
Sasuke can say everything right now. He knows this, touches the thought on a whisper of breath, skims the surface with lips poised to form all the words that can tumble down and away his Konoha life.
His Naruto life.
And it starts to rain.
The water should cleanse him. But it only seeps into his new body, pushing deeper the juin-power that wasn’t his to begin with and never will be. He feels dirty.
Itachi would never have done this. He made Shisui’s death clean, well-executed, and untraceable. That was when Sasuke wondered, with small-child black eyes, if his nii-san was really human. Because no human could have red hunter eyes and just kill like that.
But Sasuke isn’t human anymore.
And he still couldn’t kill Naruto, who would always be dobe-usuratonkachi-Naruto and not “his best friend” or even “rival”, because what it was… wasn’t that.
It was just Sasuke and Naruto, wasn’t it?
Pain shoots from the curse. No longer a seal, just a curse, and it pulls him to his knees to hack up murky red; hasn’t he bled enough for you?
The rain is watching and Naruto’s lips taste like blood.
Then he gets up and walk away, through the pain, like it’s all nothing. Because that’s what it is.
Sasuke isn’t crying.
There is rain on his face and in his eyes.
Sasuke isn’t crying.
It’s trying to heal him.
Sasuke isn’t crying.
Like Naruto’s touches on those soft, dark nights when it was hot like tears. Or blood.
Sasuke isn’t crying.
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Fandom: Naruto
Genre: Drama/Angst
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Implied Sasuke/Naruto and Itachi/Sasuke if you want to take it that way.
Summary: The rain is the only witness and Sasuke still won't cry.
SPOILER ALERT.
This fic contains an account of manga volume 26, so if you haven't read up until then and are not willing to be spoiler-ed, then don't read. Please.
Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto. Yeah. But if I did, the world would know that Sasuke and Naruto are gay.
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The blinding light strips away red chakra and borrowed power, leaving only Sasuke and Naruto, who were once rivals that wanted to smile when the other wasn’t looking.
A bleeding, silent farewell stretches for miles between them.
Naruto’s eyes fall closed.
After eternity, Sasuke stands in the ray of sunlight meant for one who’s not him. He’s seen Naruto in the sun before. It’s nothing special. He’s kissed him, too. It’s nothing special either.
He doesn’t care about the forehead protector when it loosens and plummets, soundless because he doesn’t want to hear the crash of past on future. It’s not a parting gift, even though Naruto will keep it close to him in the space of forever that they will share alone.
“Naruto…”
What can he say to an unconscious body?
“I…”
Sasuke can say everything right now. He knows this, touches the thought on a whisper of breath, skims the surface with lips poised to form all the words that can tumble down and away his Konoha life.
His Naruto life.
And it starts to rain.
The water should cleanse him. But it only seeps into his new body, pushing deeper the juin-power that wasn’t his to begin with and never will be. He feels dirty.
Itachi would never have done this. He made Shisui’s death clean, well-executed, and untraceable. That was when Sasuke wondered, with small-child black eyes, if his nii-san was really human. Because no human could have red hunter eyes and just kill like that.
But Sasuke isn’t human anymore.
And he still couldn’t kill Naruto, who would always be dobe-usuratonkachi-Naruto and not “his best friend” or even “rival”, because what it was… wasn’t that.
It was just Sasuke and Naruto, wasn’t it?
Pain shoots from the curse. No longer a seal, just a curse, and it pulls him to his knees to hack up murky red; hasn’t he bled enough for you?
The rain is watching and Naruto’s lips taste like blood.
Then he gets up and walk away, through the pain, like it’s all nothing. Because that’s what it is.
Sasuke isn’t crying.
There is rain on his face and in his eyes.
Sasuke isn’t crying.
It’s trying to heal him.
Sasuke isn’t crying.
Like Naruto’s touches on those soft, dark nights when it was hot like tears. Or blood.
Sasuke isn’t crying.
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Reviews are special things. Flames aren't.