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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,111
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
0
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Inspiration
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything Naruto or any of the characters in this fiction, and this is just your basic fanfiction.
Warning: Minor Manga Spoilers up to 319.
Inspiration
At night when he lay awake on the ground, he would think of Sasuke. Thinking of Sasuke would make him think of Sakura and his unfulfilled promise to her to bring Sasuke back her. But he couldn’t stay focused on Sakura for long, and his memories would turn back to Sasuke. In a way, his dwelling on Sasuke made him closer to Sakura. He would never forget that moment when she had told him as he wore Sasuke’s beautiful body how she lived for Sasuke’s acknowledgement, for him to see her worth. He had realized then that his desire for Sakura was a desire for a kindred spirit, to share that desperate needy feeling with someone else who felt it, who craved recognition as much as he did.
They were the same, no doubt--he on the ground out here training and she in her bed in Konoha, both still wanting Sasuke, needing Sasuke, needing to be the ones he accepted by his side. He could imagine Sakura laying in her own bed, tears spilling from her big green eyes, aching with her longing for Sasuke to see her love. He wanted to be there beside and hold her, but not to love her. It would be a violation of their love for Sasuke. They could cry together, hold each other, but he knew that holding Sakura in his arms as a lover would never feel right. He would feel like a clone, he would know that he was a clone, no matter what body he wore—he would never be the lover Sakura had been promised. Sasuke owed her, owed him. From the moment when Naruto had seen Sasuke’s pale arms twine around Sakura when he woke from his brother’s cruel torture, they had all changed.
As Tsunade looked on oblivious to the way his world has shifted, Naruto had seen Sasuke’s response to Sakura. To him, there was only one possible future from this moment on: Sakura and Sasuke would be lovers, they would have children, they would grow old together, and he would be there to watch over them. This moment on a sick bed in the Konaha hospital was their true marriage, and it was a moment too sacred and special to be looked on by others who didn’t know what they saw. Even he, who had known and had been branded and forever changed by that moment, knew it wasn’t a moment for him to see and had cleared the room. As he had shut the door of that hospital room, he had shut his desire for Sakura away. If more than a desire for Sakura had gotten shut away behind that door, it didn’t matter. Sakura or Sasuke, friends, not lovers, his precious people.
But he had had his moment, his time when he was everything to Sasuke and when Sasuke would die for him, no, had died for him, but had been given back to him by the one who had almost taken him, Haku. Naruto tried to focus on Sasuke, on his beautiful face, his eyes, his lips, his blue-black hair, but Haku’s face kept surfacing. He had been even more beautiful than Sasuke, the most beautiful face Naruto have ever seen—man or woman. He had first thought him a lady, and from the moment he awoke to see that perfect face above him, Naruto had known he had been altered. It wasn’t an emotion he could name. It was a feeling that was as strange and unnameable to him as friendship seemed to be to Sai.
Sai, another pretty face, another one so talented, so beautiful, so deadly, so powerful, so alone. Sai, Haku, Sasuke, and himself—they all knew what it was to be alone, to be unloved. But they, those three dark ones, had beauty and talent; they didn’t need to be alone—people saw their beauty, saw their powerful jutsus, saw their deadly speed, and saw the way their pain enabled them to fight as few could--to the edge of their limits, to throw themselves in the fight risking everything, and somehow always seeming to gain everything. Yes, everything, for Sasuke had never seemed so powerful, so beautiful, so precious as at that moment. There had been nothing in his life so beautiful as Sasuke taking the deathblow meant for him unless it was Iruka doing the same. He could not die, for Sasuke and Iruka had been willing to die for him.
He drew in a rich breath, pulling the smells from the earth on which he lay: the smell of dirt and grass, the hint of water in the air. He sniffed deeper and stretched his hands out from under his blanket to feel the grass, to push his hands into the grass and dirt. He let go from all his thoughts, except that he was alive and needed. He couldn’t think, he just felt, he just breathed, he just existed, he burned. He felt the chakra in him flaring and kindling the Kyuubi within. But then any awareness of anything but being alive, pulsing and throbbing with life left him. There was no sense of me and him and others; it was just life and need, beating, moving, being.
And then he was aware that Kakashi was stirring. He could feel Kakashi’s chakra flare as he came alert. Naruto damped down and controlled his own chakra, to create the illusion of sleeping. Kakashi wouldn’t be fooled, but then he wouldn’t pry either. He was another one, another precious person. Naruto could sense Kakashi’s relaxation. Both of them knew that Yamato was keeping watch and would be for some time. Naruto strained until he felt Yamato’s chakra. He and Kakashi should be sleeping. Naruto felt his mouth stretch into a grin. His chakra was powerful enough to wake the famous Copy-Cat nin, the ninja of a thousand jutsus, which filled him with satisfaction. The touch of the power and intensity of Kakashi at battle alert would always thrill Naruto. Now, as he knew he was almost overtaking, exceeding Kakashi in power, he could only exalt. Naruto’s first true battle of jounin, of warriors whose names would never be forgotten as long as the five countries existed, had been between Kakashi and Zabuza. It had been his first battle he had fought in, the confirming of his way of the ninja. He had sworn that oath of pain after being saved by Sasuke. Sasuke, damn him, it always came back to Sasuke.
Sasuke—why could he only show his love in moments where death seemed a breath away? When there was no time for thinking and one could only act and be, when instinctive movement meant the difference between falling into the arms of the death god and being held in the grasp of a friend: it was then Sasuke would always love him. Again and again, Sasuke had pulled him back. Even when Sasuke was trying to kill him, in his own sick way, he was telling Naruto he loved him, for only by killing one’s greatest love, one’s best friend, one’s most precious person—could the Mangekyou Sharingan be gained.
Naruto felt his emotions beginning to rise and checked himself. His moment earlier would be the only moment that would bother his friends here and now. He needed them, both as friends and teachers. He would become stronger, he would get Sasuke back, Sasuke, damn him, Sasuke. Abruptly Naruto threw back his blanket and moved towards Yamato’s waterfall. If cutting this waterfall in half would give him Sasuke, then this waterfall was going to be cut in half.
Warning: Minor Manga Spoilers up to 319.
Inspiration
At night when he lay awake on the ground, he would think of Sasuke. Thinking of Sasuke would make him think of Sakura and his unfulfilled promise to her to bring Sasuke back her. But he couldn’t stay focused on Sakura for long, and his memories would turn back to Sasuke. In a way, his dwelling on Sasuke made him closer to Sakura. He would never forget that moment when she had told him as he wore Sasuke’s beautiful body how she lived for Sasuke’s acknowledgement, for him to see her worth. He had realized then that his desire for Sakura was a desire for a kindred spirit, to share that desperate needy feeling with someone else who felt it, who craved recognition as much as he did.
They were the same, no doubt--he on the ground out here training and she in her bed in Konoha, both still wanting Sasuke, needing Sasuke, needing to be the ones he accepted by his side. He could imagine Sakura laying in her own bed, tears spilling from her big green eyes, aching with her longing for Sasuke to see her love. He wanted to be there beside and hold her, but not to love her. It would be a violation of their love for Sasuke. They could cry together, hold each other, but he knew that holding Sakura in his arms as a lover would never feel right. He would feel like a clone, he would know that he was a clone, no matter what body he wore—he would never be the lover Sakura had been promised. Sasuke owed her, owed him. From the moment when Naruto had seen Sasuke’s pale arms twine around Sakura when he woke from his brother’s cruel torture, they had all changed.
As Tsunade looked on oblivious to the way his world has shifted, Naruto had seen Sasuke’s response to Sakura. To him, there was only one possible future from this moment on: Sakura and Sasuke would be lovers, they would have children, they would grow old together, and he would be there to watch over them. This moment on a sick bed in the Konaha hospital was their true marriage, and it was a moment too sacred and special to be looked on by others who didn’t know what they saw. Even he, who had known and had been branded and forever changed by that moment, knew it wasn’t a moment for him to see and had cleared the room. As he had shut the door of that hospital room, he had shut his desire for Sakura away. If more than a desire for Sakura had gotten shut away behind that door, it didn’t matter. Sakura or Sasuke, friends, not lovers, his precious people.
But he had had his moment, his time when he was everything to Sasuke and when Sasuke would die for him, no, had died for him, but had been given back to him by the one who had almost taken him, Haku. Naruto tried to focus on Sasuke, on his beautiful face, his eyes, his lips, his blue-black hair, but Haku’s face kept surfacing. He had been even more beautiful than Sasuke, the most beautiful face Naruto have ever seen—man or woman. He had first thought him a lady, and from the moment he awoke to see that perfect face above him, Naruto had known he had been altered. It wasn’t an emotion he could name. It was a feeling that was as strange and unnameable to him as friendship seemed to be to Sai.
Sai, another pretty face, another one so talented, so beautiful, so deadly, so powerful, so alone. Sai, Haku, Sasuke, and himself—they all knew what it was to be alone, to be unloved. But they, those three dark ones, had beauty and talent; they didn’t need to be alone—people saw their beauty, saw their powerful jutsus, saw their deadly speed, and saw the way their pain enabled them to fight as few could--to the edge of their limits, to throw themselves in the fight risking everything, and somehow always seeming to gain everything. Yes, everything, for Sasuke had never seemed so powerful, so beautiful, so precious as at that moment. There had been nothing in his life so beautiful as Sasuke taking the deathblow meant for him unless it was Iruka doing the same. He could not die, for Sasuke and Iruka had been willing to die for him.
He drew in a rich breath, pulling the smells from the earth on which he lay: the smell of dirt and grass, the hint of water in the air. He sniffed deeper and stretched his hands out from under his blanket to feel the grass, to push his hands into the grass and dirt. He let go from all his thoughts, except that he was alive and needed. He couldn’t think, he just felt, he just breathed, he just existed, he burned. He felt the chakra in him flaring and kindling the Kyuubi within. But then any awareness of anything but being alive, pulsing and throbbing with life left him. There was no sense of me and him and others; it was just life and need, beating, moving, being.
And then he was aware that Kakashi was stirring. He could feel Kakashi’s chakra flare as he came alert. Naruto damped down and controlled his own chakra, to create the illusion of sleeping. Kakashi wouldn’t be fooled, but then he wouldn’t pry either. He was another one, another precious person. Naruto could sense Kakashi’s relaxation. Both of them knew that Yamato was keeping watch and would be for some time. Naruto strained until he felt Yamato’s chakra. He and Kakashi should be sleeping. Naruto felt his mouth stretch into a grin. His chakra was powerful enough to wake the famous Copy-Cat nin, the ninja of a thousand jutsus, which filled him with satisfaction. The touch of the power and intensity of Kakashi at battle alert would always thrill Naruto. Now, as he knew he was almost overtaking, exceeding Kakashi in power, he could only exalt. Naruto’s first true battle of jounin, of warriors whose names would never be forgotten as long as the five countries existed, had been between Kakashi and Zabuza. It had been his first battle he had fought in, the confirming of his way of the ninja. He had sworn that oath of pain after being saved by Sasuke. Sasuke, damn him, it always came back to Sasuke.
Sasuke—why could he only show his love in moments where death seemed a breath away? When there was no time for thinking and one could only act and be, when instinctive movement meant the difference between falling into the arms of the death god and being held in the grasp of a friend: it was then Sasuke would always love him. Again and again, Sasuke had pulled him back. Even when Sasuke was trying to kill him, in his own sick way, he was telling Naruto he loved him, for only by killing one’s greatest love, one’s best friend, one’s most precious person—could the Mangekyou Sharingan be gained.
Naruto felt his emotions beginning to rise and checked himself. His moment earlier would be the only moment that would bother his friends here and now. He needed them, both as friends and teachers. He would become stronger, he would get Sasuke back, Sasuke, damn him, Sasuke. Abruptly Naruto threw back his blanket and moved towards Yamato’s waterfall. If cutting this waterfall in half would give him Sasuke, then this waterfall was going to be cut in half.