A life
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
997
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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A life
A Life
Rated: pg, for parental supervision, inexplicit sex and people kinda-not-dying.
Contains: A relationship between two boys that isn’t romantic.
Based on the characters of Masashi Kishimoto, their owner. I just borrow them when I need emotional release. This story may have errors, so please point them out in reviews if you see them. I would like that. Thank you to all the people that have reviewed my other stories.
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Life had never been easy to Naruto. It seemed as though life liked him as much his village did. Luckily for him, Naruto didn’t give a flying fuck what the vast majority of any particular group thought of him. He liked proving them wrong. There was a validation there and over time he’d found that he was winning himself over. He began looking at himself and thinking ‘You are improving, you are getting stronger, you are worth something and you have people who love you.’ He could ignore the fox and get on with his life. He now had self esteem where he once had inflated ego.
Then some bad things happened. He had a rough couple of years.
His best friend ripped out half his chest. He left home and came back to find he was the only gennin left. The only gennin aside from the young man that had taken his lung like it was a souvenir. It wasn’t a nice thought but he got over it. Then Gaara died. For almost a day Gaara was dead. The only person he’d felt was a kindred, dead. Gaara is dead, Naruto. Gaara is dead, Naruto. Gaara is dead, Naruto. Gaara is dead, Naruto.
GAARA IS DEAD, NARUTO.
Then he wasn’t. Then the old lady was dead and Gaara was alive. Gaara didn’t have his sand or his demon and he was gloriously, painfully, awkwardly alive. Naruto was a good enough man that he just left it at that. He was relieved that he felt that way. It was one of the better moments in his life when Gaara was still willing to shake hands with him.
Time blurred into normalcy after that. It was the ninja variety of normalcy, with plenty of blood and monotony. He didn’t see any public enemies for about two months, which was a welcome change. Sakura started coming by with food more often and they became, genuinely, good friends. He was surprised at how much he liked that. He decided it was because he’d discovered that girls outside their village liked him, so he didn’t have to try so hard anymore.
At around that time he got a mission that took him to the sea coast of fire country. There he saw Sasuke. It had been such a long time, they were in the middle of the town industrial area and Naruto still had plenty of time to drag him home. He decided to leave the bastard be, just this once. He would have required Sakuras assistance and surprise-value anyway. He made sure that Sasuke knew he’d been sighted though. Sneaking away wouldn’t have been fair sport and would have cost him the pleasure of seeing the Uchiha visibly surprised for once.
A week later he saw Sasuke again. This time he had been sought out and he knew it. He didn’t bother moving towards him, he just walked away. It was a pleasing sensation, leaving his back exposed to a man that probably wanted him dead. Pride swelled as he realised that Sasuke would not risk fighting him. If this kept up Sasukes pride would bring him home to Konoha, he hated being ignored by a dead last.
A fortnight elapsed and they finally spoke. They didn’t say much. Surprisingly enough Sakura was the main focus of their conversation. It was abundantly clear that she was well but Naruto kept the rest to himself. He wanted to see Sasukes face as Sakura smacked him. That was going to be worth the wait.
The next day they met up as Naruto was returning home. He was alone because Sakura had stayed on official business and Sai and their jounin-sensei had returned on their own. Honestly, he’d just ditched them on the way back, saying he was going to meet Jaraiya. It was half true. They had gotten drunk the night before and then gone their separate ways. It was unlike him and he knew it. It was against the rules too. Still, the practical part of him had known that he couldn’t see Sasuke if he wasn’t alone. That and Sai was an intolerable bastard.
He needed to see Sasuke again, he just didn’t know why.
When they finally stopped walking they found themselves in a small gully. If he hadn’t been circling around his rival/best friend/nemesis it would have been romantic. Soft light falling through the trees and all that. You could even hear the birds chirping. Still, he was having a lovely moment with someone likely to kill him.
It ended up being an hours worth of lovely moments, glaring and a pretty spectacular make-out session. They both knew their feelings for each-other didn’t really run along the lines of a normal relationship. That didn’t stop them from hating and loving in uneven amounts. It made logical sense, ninja are tactile people and Naruto was up there with the best of them. There was something incredibly forbidden about kissing the missing-nin. It was reassuring as well. Like when they used to fight mock battles instead of real ones.
By some mutual, unspoken agreement, their weapons found their way to the side of the glade. Their hands found their ways underneath clothes and Naruto found that his experiences with foreign lasses over the past three years transcribed easily to his interaction with the bastard. Kisses with Sasuke were fleeting then deep. Like drowning. If you were to look at it in superficial terms, Sasuke was the one to submit. In reality they knew they were on even ground. Sasuke was promising to live, Naruto was promising to bring him home. They weren’t likely to both be pleased by how their situation turned out but for now, it was worth just affirming their positions.
They parted ways as the sun started setting. It was a beautiful moment between two people that had no tender feelings hanging between them. It was for the best. They would meet again soon. When that happened one of them might die. That was how it was always going to be. No point drawing it out, no room for nostalgia. That’s what they both told themselves, as they looked at their tokens. They kept the locks of hair hidden and looked at them sadly at night. It hadn’t really been a good life for either of them.
Rated: pg, for parental supervision, inexplicit sex and people kinda-not-dying.
Contains: A relationship between two boys that isn’t romantic.
Based on the characters of Masashi Kishimoto, their owner. I just borrow them when I need emotional release. This story may have errors, so please point them out in reviews if you see them. I would like that. Thank you to all the people that have reviewed my other stories.
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Life had never been easy to Naruto. It seemed as though life liked him as much his village did. Luckily for him, Naruto didn’t give a flying fuck what the vast majority of any particular group thought of him. He liked proving them wrong. There was a validation there and over time he’d found that he was winning himself over. He began looking at himself and thinking ‘You are improving, you are getting stronger, you are worth something and you have people who love you.’ He could ignore the fox and get on with his life. He now had self esteem where he once had inflated ego.
Then some bad things happened. He had a rough couple of years.
His best friend ripped out half his chest. He left home and came back to find he was the only gennin left. The only gennin aside from the young man that had taken his lung like it was a souvenir. It wasn’t a nice thought but he got over it. Then Gaara died. For almost a day Gaara was dead. The only person he’d felt was a kindred, dead. Gaara is dead, Naruto. Gaara is dead, Naruto. Gaara is dead, Naruto. Gaara is dead, Naruto.
GAARA IS DEAD, NARUTO.
Then he wasn’t. Then the old lady was dead and Gaara was alive. Gaara didn’t have his sand or his demon and he was gloriously, painfully, awkwardly alive. Naruto was a good enough man that he just left it at that. He was relieved that he felt that way. It was one of the better moments in his life when Gaara was still willing to shake hands with him.
Time blurred into normalcy after that. It was the ninja variety of normalcy, with plenty of blood and monotony. He didn’t see any public enemies for about two months, which was a welcome change. Sakura started coming by with food more often and they became, genuinely, good friends. He was surprised at how much he liked that. He decided it was because he’d discovered that girls outside their village liked him, so he didn’t have to try so hard anymore.
At around that time he got a mission that took him to the sea coast of fire country. There he saw Sasuke. It had been such a long time, they were in the middle of the town industrial area and Naruto still had plenty of time to drag him home. He decided to leave the bastard be, just this once. He would have required Sakuras assistance and surprise-value anyway. He made sure that Sasuke knew he’d been sighted though. Sneaking away wouldn’t have been fair sport and would have cost him the pleasure of seeing the Uchiha visibly surprised for once.
A week later he saw Sasuke again. This time he had been sought out and he knew it. He didn’t bother moving towards him, he just walked away. It was a pleasing sensation, leaving his back exposed to a man that probably wanted him dead. Pride swelled as he realised that Sasuke would not risk fighting him. If this kept up Sasukes pride would bring him home to Konoha, he hated being ignored by a dead last.
A fortnight elapsed and they finally spoke. They didn’t say much. Surprisingly enough Sakura was the main focus of their conversation. It was abundantly clear that she was well but Naruto kept the rest to himself. He wanted to see Sasukes face as Sakura smacked him. That was going to be worth the wait.
The next day they met up as Naruto was returning home. He was alone because Sakura had stayed on official business and Sai and their jounin-sensei had returned on their own. Honestly, he’d just ditched them on the way back, saying he was going to meet Jaraiya. It was half true. They had gotten drunk the night before and then gone their separate ways. It was unlike him and he knew it. It was against the rules too. Still, the practical part of him had known that he couldn’t see Sasuke if he wasn’t alone. That and Sai was an intolerable bastard.
He needed to see Sasuke again, he just didn’t know why.
When they finally stopped walking they found themselves in a small gully. If he hadn’t been circling around his rival/best friend/nemesis it would have been romantic. Soft light falling through the trees and all that. You could even hear the birds chirping. Still, he was having a lovely moment with someone likely to kill him.
It ended up being an hours worth of lovely moments, glaring and a pretty spectacular make-out session. They both knew their feelings for each-other didn’t really run along the lines of a normal relationship. That didn’t stop them from hating and loving in uneven amounts. It made logical sense, ninja are tactile people and Naruto was up there with the best of them. There was something incredibly forbidden about kissing the missing-nin. It was reassuring as well. Like when they used to fight mock battles instead of real ones.
By some mutual, unspoken agreement, their weapons found their way to the side of the glade. Their hands found their ways underneath clothes and Naruto found that his experiences with foreign lasses over the past three years transcribed easily to his interaction with the bastard. Kisses with Sasuke were fleeting then deep. Like drowning. If you were to look at it in superficial terms, Sasuke was the one to submit. In reality they knew they were on even ground. Sasuke was promising to live, Naruto was promising to bring him home. They weren’t likely to both be pleased by how their situation turned out but for now, it was worth just affirming their positions.
They parted ways as the sun started setting. It was a beautiful moment between two people that had no tender feelings hanging between them. It was for the best. They would meet again soon. When that happened one of them might die. That was how it was always going to be. No point drawing it out, no room for nostalgia. That’s what they both told themselves, as they looked at their tokens. They kept the locks of hair hidden and looked at them sadly at night. It hadn’t really been a good life for either of them.