Greeting Lost Ones
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
887
Reviews:
2
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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.
Greeting Lost Ones
It was cold, almost as cold on the outside as it was on the inside. However, that could not be helped. It could not be changed. Fate had woven its threads, attached them, and let them blow in the proverbial wind of time. How many years, months, days, hours, minutes… seconds? How many heartbeats have passed since their last meeting? The last touch. No longer, the gentle kisses from before. No, the last one was harsh, demanding, compelling, painful, and completely consuming. It wrapped them both then pushed them away. Bodies had demanded more, but perhaps their hearts had halted, unsure.
The unsurity would last. Growing pulsating within both of them. Perhaps this is what drove them forward. Drove the fights the yells screams. Drove the fact that they constantly trained to be better than each other.
When the time came, those doubts caused the two to part. One turning the back on the other. They could not function together any longer. The fear had sunk its fangs deep into one. As he walked off, the other could only try to bring its other half back.
One knew the truth: together, they were much stronger than one.
“Uzumaki, what do you think your doing?”
Hands moved to brush snow off the blonde hair, black gloved fingers brushing through the strands. He had not expected to see the blondee for a while. Both had been put out on assignments. He had a feeling that the blond would have less time soon, whisperings of the hokagae retiring. Everyone knew who would take her place.
It had been years since he had returned. Covered in blood and broken. The council had put him in confinement, punishment. But nothing mattered. His task had been completed and he had felt empty. Until the blond came around. He would argue with him. Not accepting silence. He could not remember how many times the blond had beaten the shit out of him just wanting a response. Somehow, he had given in, trained harder and became Anbu beside the person that had brought him back from the edge.
He was brought out of his musing by fingers running over the cold surface of the mask. Then, they slipped the mask off his face, pushing it back and let it lie in the snow next to them. His heart beat fast, but now not from shock. From something else.
“I wanted to greet you.”
If possible, the attacker smiled, whiskered cheeks stretching as a huge grin split the face of the young man. The headband slid down around his neck, dislodged from its perch during the excitement. Blue eyes sparkled, looking down at him.
“Did you have to land on me? Not a way an Anbu acts. You know the...”
Words cut off as the blonde smiled sadly leaning forward to brush his lips against his own. The happiness was there, but it was different. Greater. When the head lifted, two sets of eyes locked together. Breaths misted in the air, dancing together while they faded into the black of the winter night. Snow continued to fall around us, so white, so soft.
Nothing is repeated twice. Each meeting, greeting is but the flap of a butterfly’s wing, never to be the same again. Each time one person’s ripple touches another; both change forever…
He licked his lips, words frozen on the tip. The blonde’s legs had straddled his hips, the chest, where the others heart beat, radiated his heat. He closed his eyes, the others scent. Then, the snow inside them melted, the cold giving way to something different.
“Naruto….”
“Shut up Sasuke, just….welcome home.”
Naruto smiled once more, hands now on either side of Sasuke's head, opposite of that bad memory. This time however, Sasuke’s hands came up and wrapped around the back of his neck, smiling for once. He understood now…
“Ma…ma, it’s good to be home.”
It is stronger to be together.
Written as a Christmas present to a friend, we both gave each other pictures to base a short story on. This was the one given to me: http://helyxzero.deviantart.com/art/Fuyu-ANBU-Naruto-and-Sasuke-43268610 Copyright goes to Kishsimoto and credit to the artist (no me!!!) MERRY CHRISTMAS!
The unsurity would last. Growing pulsating within both of them. Perhaps this is what drove them forward. Drove the fights the yells screams. Drove the fact that they constantly trained to be better than each other.
When the time came, those doubts caused the two to part. One turning the back on the other. They could not function together any longer. The fear had sunk its fangs deep into one. As he walked off, the other could only try to bring its other half back.
One knew the truth: together, they were much stronger than one.
“Uzumaki, what do you think your doing?”
Hands moved to brush snow off the blonde hair, black gloved fingers brushing through the strands. He had not expected to see the blondee for a while. Both had been put out on assignments. He had a feeling that the blond would have less time soon, whisperings of the hokagae retiring. Everyone knew who would take her place.
It had been years since he had returned. Covered in blood and broken. The council had put him in confinement, punishment. But nothing mattered. His task had been completed and he had felt empty. Until the blond came around. He would argue with him. Not accepting silence. He could not remember how many times the blond had beaten the shit out of him just wanting a response. Somehow, he had given in, trained harder and became Anbu beside the person that had brought him back from the edge.
He was brought out of his musing by fingers running over the cold surface of the mask. Then, they slipped the mask off his face, pushing it back and let it lie in the snow next to them. His heart beat fast, but now not from shock. From something else.
“I wanted to greet you.”
If possible, the attacker smiled, whiskered cheeks stretching as a huge grin split the face of the young man. The headband slid down around his neck, dislodged from its perch during the excitement. Blue eyes sparkled, looking down at him.
“Did you have to land on me? Not a way an Anbu acts. You know the...”
Words cut off as the blonde smiled sadly leaning forward to brush his lips against his own. The happiness was there, but it was different. Greater. When the head lifted, two sets of eyes locked together. Breaths misted in the air, dancing together while they faded into the black of the winter night. Snow continued to fall around us, so white, so soft.
Nothing is repeated twice. Each meeting, greeting is but the flap of a butterfly’s wing, never to be the same again. Each time one person’s ripple touches another; both change forever…
He licked his lips, words frozen on the tip. The blonde’s legs had straddled his hips, the chest, where the others heart beat, radiated his heat. He closed his eyes, the others scent. Then, the snow inside them melted, the cold giving way to something different.
“Naruto….”
“Shut up Sasuke, just….welcome home.”
Naruto smiled once more, hands now on either side of Sasuke's head, opposite of that bad memory. This time however, Sasuke’s hands came up and wrapped around the back of his neck, smiling for once. He understood now…
“Ma…ma, it’s good to be home.”
It is stronger to be together.
Written as a Christmas present to a friend, we both gave each other pictures to base a short story on. This was the one given to me: http://helyxzero.deviantart.com/art/Fuyu-ANBU-Naruto-and-Sasuke-43268610 Copyright goes to Kishsimoto and credit to the artist (no me!!!) MERRY CHRISTMAS!