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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
942
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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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 December
Hey 'yall. I know it's been a while since you've seen me. Final's suck!!! Anywho... please enjoy what you can from this.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Naruto characters, only the plot. p.s. I don't own the song either.
My December
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“You’re too late.”
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It was raining, it seemed it was always raining, but in this time of year, it was always raining. Everything would be soaked the moment it was outside, clothes, hair, face… tears. Everything seemed wet, inside and out. Nothing was giving way to the downpour, they stood without the will nor the way to keep it from raining. But there was something to look forward to, at the end of the day, there would be sun shining orange and gold in the twilight, the clouds would dissipate almost completely, leaving evidence of rainfall. Everything cast in gold, then hues of pink and reds, then purple and blues. Then, when the moon would rise her beautiful face over those mountains, everything would be washed in her light, new, whole again, left to bask in the star’s beauty. Yet, the shinobi of the village of hidden leaves would take it for granted. They could no longer see the beauty, the grace unearned yet given to them from the entities. The men and women would go about their routines, not looking up, not caring about something that wants to give them gifts freely.
A shinobi had once said, that if something was given to you freely, be wary of your gift bearer’s intentions. For nothing is given freely, not even an embrace. Most had lived by that rule, to the point where nothing was given and nothing was gained. Couples were no carefree people, wary of even their own intentions, the relationships in Konoha would be strained. That is, until another shinobi, one born two hundred years after the first shinobi had said those distrustful words. He was, some say, born like a god. His body was perfectly honed, underneath the fishnet and loose clothes, lay chords of muscles and threads of steel, they say, rung through them. His strength was unrivaled, his wit, unmatched, his speed was given to him from his fathers’ past, the god’s had certainly favored this boy turned man. His skin, the most beautiful of bronze, his face, chiseled from the most precious of stones, his birthright eyes the bluest of sapphire when the inherit garnet was set in place. His hair was thread from the sun its self, his emotions, as strong and deep as the river, his power, like the ocean’s tide. He had the boastful attitude like the stars, and the fierce love loaned from Venus. He was…. perfect.
This man, this god amongst men, had been the people’s hero, the son of Konohagakure, and the father to bravery and success. His nindo (the ninja way) had been so influential, that event he great city of Fire Country had taken up his life’s motto. Everyone who had met him, had fallen in love with him, weather platonic love, brotherly love, or just plain ol’ adoration. His smile was infectious, his charm was neigh overwhelming. But Uzumaki Naruto had been, not only the towns’ goof-ball kid, the deadlast student, or the very successful ninja, he had been the greatest man alive.
“Just because something is given to you without want of return, doesn’t mean that there’s an exploding tag at the end. But, rather, it is given in the hopes that you would appreciate the life that has been given to you, because nothing is more precious than life.”
No matter how many times he tried to forget, the man known as Uchiha Sasuke could not forget what was said. It didn’t matter that it was said to the public. No, they had to know, even though it was common knowledge. He blamed himself really. If he would have said something, done something to make that man understand, he would still be here.
Hn, that man, I can’t even say his name Uchiha Sasuke lifted his head to the sky, allowing the rain to cry for him. I don’t deserve to say his name though. I failed him.
The truth was, was that their god was no longer there, his memory and legend will live on though. The truth was, was Uzumaki Naruto had died. The truth was… it was suicide.
How? How could somebody so happy, so full of life, with so many friends and people who were able to call themselves family, how could he just kill himself. He was alone in his apartment, alone with nobody around to see, witness, to stop him. He made sure he was alone, nobody knew, nobody wanted to know, that their god, their leader, their friend, their father, was dead.
“You’re too late.”
Those words shook Uchiha Sasuke to the core, where his heart no longer beat, his spirit no longer alive, his mind no longer functional.
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“What are you doing?” it was raining. Uchiha Sasuke had walked into Uzumaki Naruto’s bedroom. The god, no man, was hunched over, rocking back and fourth and sobbing, though it seemed forced. The blond man was surrounded in a pool of scrolls and papers, written on and scribbled without literacy. Drops of blood, words written in blood, hand prints, fingerprints, smudges and marks, in blood.
“What does it look like?” was the distant voice that answered without a hint of remorse.
Uchiha Sasuke had had an idea of what he would find. In the living room, there were tables turned over and smashed to pieces, glass and windows within the room were shattered and irreparable, creating aesthetic images on the ground. The pillows were gutted and the insides strewn allover the room, covering everything in a white fluffy haze, the carnage was fresh, bits of feathers were still trying to fall to the ground. Rain had found it’s way in through the broken windows and opened door, covering everything in it’s reach.
Past the fluffy carnage, past the splintered remains and the shattered pieces, lay the hall. Dark and narrow, it was noon, yet no light was able to filter in through the windows. Blood had smeared the walls, handprints that slid and wrote indiscernible messages. Uchiha Sasuke was aware of what he may find. But he was totally wrong, until he pushed open the door to Uzumaki Naruto’s room. There, he found the man crouched and moaning.
“What does it look like?” was the distant voice that answered without a hint of remorse.
Uchiha Sasuke stood there with hands in his pocket, looking disinterested in the foul acts of one Uzumaki Naruto.
“Why are you doing it?” he said back. He knew that the man would heal for it, so there was no need for fear or anger on his part, even though it was present.
“Because, I want to.” The blond dropped his hands to his sides and looked up to the ceiling, his eyes glazed and unfocused, as if looking at the stars. Linkin Park had been playing for a while now, the Uchiha hadn’t picked it up till now. My December…
This is my December,
This is my snow covered home,
This is all so clear,
This is my December,
This is me alone…
In the background, Uchiha Sasuke’s own thoughts were being said in by the singer.
“That’s stupid.” The brunet man looked closer to his companion. The blood wasn’t slowing down. It began pooling on Uzumaki’s lap and surrounding his body. “What the—“
“This is my December.”
“No! Naruto we need to get you to the hospital. STOP IT!” Sasuke rushed forward and tried to pick the blond up. But Naruto had pushed the smaller man away.
And I just wish that I didn’t feel like there was something I missed
Take back all the things I said to make you feel like thins
And I just wish that I didn’t feel like there was something I missed,
And I take back all the things I said to you
“Usuratonkatchi! NAZE?!” Sasuke screamed from the wall he was leaning on. Something had broken, he couldn’t tell, but that wasn’t his concern. “Naruto, please! I LOVE YOU, please stop this.”
“You’re too late.”
-----
Those words haunted him.
It wasn’t fair, why would he do that? Naruto gave up this life… why?
Then… if… Naruto wasn’t here… then why was he? Naruto was the only reason why he was alive, the reason why he fought and would have given his life to save the blond that he loved.
He had the chance, there underneath Naruto’s sweating body. There, when they had held eachother when Kakashi had been murdered. There, when they had spent all those hours, days, weeks together. But he had never said anything.
This is my December
These are my snow-covered trees
This is me pretending
This is all I need
Something cold landed on his face. He looked up.
Impossible!
But there was the impossible, drifting down from the sky. White clumps of snow, something that had not happened in the country of Fire since before time. The cleansing rain had given way to the healing snow.
And I
Just wish that I didn’t feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Take back all the things I said
To make you feel like that
And I
Just wish that I didn’t feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Take back all the things that I said to you
Sasuke smiled. Naruto had forgiven him for being too late.
And I’d give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home
Sasuke walked home. He trudged through the quickly mounting snow, a smile on his lips, a fire in his heart, light in his soul and a reason in his mind.
This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
In eight more months, though, he would have another reason to live. A reason he would call, son.
Give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home to
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Disclaimer: I don't own the Naruto characters, only the plot. p.s. I don't own the song either.
My December
-----
“You’re too late.”
-----
It was raining, it seemed it was always raining, but in this time of year, it was always raining. Everything would be soaked the moment it was outside, clothes, hair, face… tears. Everything seemed wet, inside and out. Nothing was giving way to the downpour, they stood without the will nor the way to keep it from raining. But there was something to look forward to, at the end of the day, there would be sun shining orange and gold in the twilight, the clouds would dissipate almost completely, leaving evidence of rainfall. Everything cast in gold, then hues of pink and reds, then purple and blues. Then, when the moon would rise her beautiful face over those mountains, everything would be washed in her light, new, whole again, left to bask in the star’s beauty. Yet, the shinobi of the village of hidden leaves would take it for granted. They could no longer see the beauty, the grace unearned yet given to them from the entities. The men and women would go about their routines, not looking up, not caring about something that wants to give them gifts freely.
A shinobi had once said, that if something was given to you freely, be wary of your gift bearer’s intentions. For nothing is given freely, not even an embrace. Most had lived by that rule, to the point where nothing was given and nothing was gained. Couples were no carefree people, wary of even their own intentions, the relationships in Konoha would be strained. That is, until another shinobi, one born two hundred years after the first shinobi had said those distrustful words. He was, some say, born like a god. His body was perfectly honed, underneath the fishnet and loose clothes, lay chords of muscles and threads of steel, they say, rung through them. His strength was unrivaled, his wit, unmatched, his speed was given to him from his fathers’ past, the god’s had certainly favored this boy turned man. His skin, the most beautiful of bronze, his face, chiseled from the most precious of stones, his birthright eyes the bluest of sapphire when the inherit garnet was set in place. His hair was thread from the sun its self, his emotions, as strong and deep as the river, his power, like the ocean’s tide. He had the boastful attitude like the stars, and the fierce love loaned from Venus. He was…. perfect.
This man, this god amongst men, had been the people’s hero, the son of Konohagakure, and the father to bravery and success. His nindo (the ninja way) had been so influential, that event he great city of Fire Country had taken up his life’s motto. Everyone who had met him, had fallen in love with him, weather platonic love, brotherly love, or just plain ol’ adoration. His smile was infectious, his charm was neigh overwhelming. But Uzumaki Naruto had been, not only the towns’ goof-ball kid, the deadlast student, or the very successful ninja, he had been the greatest man alive.
“Just because something is given to you without want of return, doesn’t mean that there’s an exploding tag at the end. But, rather, it is given in the hopes that you would appreciate the life that has been given to you, because nothing is more precious than life.”
No matter how many times he tried to forget, the man known as Uchiha Sasuke could not forget what was said. It didn’t matter that it was said to the public. No, they had to know, even though it was common knowledge. He blamed himself really. If he would have said something, done something to make that man understand, he would still be here.
Hn, that man, I can’t even say his name Uchiha Sasuke lifted his head to the sky, allowing the rain to cry for him. I don’t deserve to say his name though. I failed him.
The truth was, was that their god was no longer there, his memory and legend will live on though. The truth was, was Uzumaki Naruto had died. The truth was… it was suicide.
How? How could somebody so happy, so full of life, with so many friends and people who were able to call themselves family, how could he just kill himself. He was alone in his apartment, alone with nobody around to see, witness, to stop him. He made sure he was alone, nobody knew, nobody wanted to know, that their god, their leader, their friend, their father, was dead.
“You’re too late.”
Those words shook Uchiha Sasuke to the core, where his heart no longer beat, his spirit no longer alive, his mind no longer functional.
-------
“What are you doing?” it was raining. Uchiha Sasuke had walked into Uzumaki Naruto’s bedroom. The god, no man, was hunched over, rocking back and fourth and sobbing, though it seemed forced. The blond man was surrounded in a pool of scrolls and papers, written on and scribbled without literacy. Drops of blood, words written in blood, hand prints, fingerprints, smudges and marks, in blood.
“What does it look like?” was the distant voice that answered without a hint of remorse.
Uchiha Sasuke had had an idea of what he would find. In the living room, there were tables turned over and smashed to pieces, glass and windows within the room were shattered and irreparable, creating aesthetic images on the ground. The pillows were gutted and the insides strewn allover the room, covering everything in a white fluffy haze, the carnage was fresh, bits of feathers were still trying to fall to the ground. Rain had found it’s way in through the broken windows and opened door, covering everything in it’s reach.
Past the fluffy carnage, past the splintered remains and the shattered pieces, lay the hall. Dark and narrow, it was noon, yet no light was able to filter in through the windows. Blood had smeared the walls, handprints that slid and wrote indiscernible messages. Uchiha Sasuke was aware of what he may find. But he was totally wrong, until he pushed open the door to Uzumaki Naruto’s room. There, he found the man crouched and moaning.
“What does it look like?” was the distant voice that answered without a hint of remorse.
Uchiha Sasuke stood there with hands in his pocket, looking disinterested in the foul acts of one Uzumaki Naruto.
“Why are you doing it?” he said back. He knew that the man would heal for it, so there was no need for fear or anger on his part, even though it was present.
“Because, I want to.” The blond dropped his hands to his sides and looked up to the ceiling, his eyes glazed and unfocused, as if looking at the stars. Linkin Park had been playing for a while now, the Uchiha hadn’t picked it up till now. My December…
This is my December,
This is my snow covered home,
This is all so clear,
This is my December,
This is me alone…
In the background, Uchiha Sasuke’s own thoughts were being said in by the singer.
“That’s stupid.” The brunet man looked closer to his companion. The blood wasn’t slowing down. It began pooling on Uzumaki’s lap and surrounding his body. “What the—“
“This is my December.”
“No! Naruto we need to get you to the hospital. STOP IT!” Sasuke rushed forward and tried to pick the blond up. But Naruto had pushed the smaller man away.
And I just wish that I didn’t feel like there was something I missed
Take back all the things I said to make you feel like thins
And I just wish that I didn’t feel like there was something I missed,
And I take back all the things I said to you
“Usuratonkatchi! NAZE?!” Sasuke screamed from the wall he was leaning on. Something had broken, he couldn’t tell, but that wasn’t his concern. “Naruto, please! I LOVE YOU, please stop this.”
“You’re too late.”
-----
Those words haunted him.
It wasn’t fair, why would he do that? Naruto gave up this life… why?
Then… if… Naruto wasn’t here… then why was he? Naruto was the only reason why he was alive, the reason why he fought and would have given his life to save the blond that he loved.
He had the chance, there underneath Naruto’s sweating body. There, when they had held eachother when Kakashi had been murdered. There, when they had spent all those hours, days, weeks together. But he had never said anything.
This is my December
These are my snow-covered trees
This is me pretending
This is all I need
Something cold landed on his face. He looked up.
Impossible!
But there was the impossible, drifting down from the sky. White clumps of snow, something that had not happened in the country of Fire since before time. The cleansing rain had given way to the healing snow.
And I
Just wish that I didn’t feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Take back all the things I said
To make you feel like that
And I
Just wish that I didn’t feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Take back all the things that I said to you
Sasuke smiled. Naruto had forgiven him for being too late.
And I’d give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home
Sasuke walked home. He trudged through the quickly mounting snow, a smile on his lips, a fire in his heart, light in his soul and a reason in his mind.
This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
In eight more months, though, he would have another reason to live. A reason he would call, son.
Give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home to
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