He'll come back for me

He will come back for me.

He promised he would.

When I went to rescue him at Orochimaru’s hide out, he whispered this promise in my ear. He whispered it in a voice so full of promise that I knew he would.

He whispered “I’ll come back for you.”

I believed him. I still believe that Sasuke will come back for me. He didn’t tell me when he would come for me, but I know he will come back and get me.

It’s been two years since that day and everyone has given up hope on you Sasuke, but I haven’t. I know you will come back for me. You promised. An Uchiha never breaks a promise. That’s what you told me the one time you got away from your power hungry ways to come see me. You told me right after we made love under the stars. As you brushed my hair away from my face, you told me again “I will come back for you Naruto.” I had looked at your face, searching for the sincerity in those words.

I didn’t find them in your face. I found them in your eyes. Your eyes told me all that I needed to know and all that I wanted to hear. Those eyes, those black shimmering eyes that while cold for the rest of the world, glittered like stars for my world told me the truth. You would come back for me. All I had to do was believe in you and wait.

Kissing your cheek, I breathed in your ear “I believe you Sasuke Uchiha, I believe you. I will wait for you as long as I have to.” I got up and dressed while you watched me. When I had finished dressing again, he kissed the back of my neck and with a rush of air; he was gone, gone as if he’d never been there in the first place.

That’s the way Sasuke arrived, and that’s the way Sasuke left.

Discreet.

That’s how we kept it. Sasuke liked this secrecy, he always told me that.

As a ninja, we are born to secrecy. As a ninja, we die to secrecy.

There is no in between. We live and die by our skills as a ninja. Once we become a ninja, we don’t stop. We are one for life and for more.

I go on missions and live my life as well as I did before. Only, I no longer live at my apartment, I’ve moved into the main Uchiha house where, when I don’t take missions, I stay here waiting for Sasuke to come get me.

Sasuke will come soon, I can feel it. My whole body tells me it. I believe he will come for me, I know he will come for me.
Patience is a virtue, and I will wait.

Now that two years have passed, I still have not given up hope. I still train to be a ninja. I’ve been getting stronger and better. When Sasuke finally comes for me, I know I will be ready. I can feel him coming.

Sasuke is the center of my world. I am as aware of him as he is of me. I can feel him coming for me soon. I can feel it.

One night, I lay fast asleep on the open hallway corridor. I can see the stars from here. It’s better than sleeping on the ground, where, it’s hard, lonely and cold.

I miss Sasuke. I wonder if he’ll come tonight or maybe some other night.

I don’t have long to wait. An hour later, I feel a whisper of air, and the scent that has become so familiar to me. “Sasuke” I breathed. His piercing eyes study me for a minute. He said finally, after deciding something I know he won’t tell me until later “Go get a pack. Take what you can carry Naruto. We’re leaving, and we’ll never come back.”

I nod and rush off. I grab a duffle bag and pack everything I know I’ll need and I can carry in my arms. I’m taking everything a ninja needs. Clothing, weapons. Nothing more than what I can carry as a ninja. Now, it was time for me to grab sentimental items as a person, as Naruto. In a small suitcase, I put a photo of me and Sasuke that I really liked in the bag. I put several more items. I put in a silk bed set that I liked. I liked them because it was where Sasuke first took me. It was where Sasuke first claimed me as his and no others.

Once I was ready, I slung the ninja pack onto my back and carried the other pack on my front. Sasuke on the other hand, had a pack on his back, bigger than my own, and his front was carrying a pack that looked just as heavy. Sasuke who was normally not very sentimental, took what was extremely important to him. I know that some of it was his mother’s favorite kimonos, and her wedding kimono. He had also taken some of her other things as a memento of her. Other than that, I knew it all had to do with things that he could use as a ninja, or that had to do with our memories of us.

Smiling at a patient Sasuke, I walked up to Sasuke and he leaned in, pulling me into a kiss. We made out and I felt as if in heaven. After not kissing him for so long, this kiss was fantastic. When Sasuke broke the kiss, he asked throatily “Are you ready to go Naruto?” That tone.

I knew he wanted me now. He wanted to take me. I swallowed the lump in my throat. As much as he wanted me, I wanted him. I needed his love just like he needed mine. We were perfect for each other. We relied on each other for survival.

I took his hand and squeezing Sasuke’s hand gently, I said “Let’s go Sasuke. I’ve got everything I need.”
Sasuke hned and said “We’re not coming back here after this Naruto. We’ll become missing nin. We can never come back here again.”

I can see he worry for me in his eyes. I smile and squeezed his hand. I said contently “I’m okay. We can go. I don’t want to stay here anymore Sasuke. Not if it means staying here without you.”

Sasuke nodded and he led me out of the compound. I said nothing. I would go any where with Sasuke, as long as Sasuke asked me to go.

Still holding Sasuke’s hand, we leaped on to the roofs and made our way out of Konoha, and no one was none the wiser. They wouldn’t be until morning.

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As I looked up at the stars above us, I smiled and snuggled against Sasuke. I was right, and they were wrong.

He came back for me like he said he would.

He came back for me.


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The End.

Author’s note:

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