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buraindo koigokoro. {blind love}

By: sameyler
folder Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating: Adult +
Chapters: 7
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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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buraindo koigokoro. {blind love}

Well here it is. Just a heads up there’s going to be a lot of flash back’s probably. So tell me what you think.

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/Flashback/

“I'm sorry.” The blond man was crying.

“No, I am the one that’s sorry. If I would have told you sooner. Then.”

“Don’t?” the blond man wiped his tears.

“We both already know there’s no point in saying it. We can never be together.”

Both men looked like there hearts were ripped right out. It’s amazing how one simple misunderstanding can change everything.

/end flashback/


naruto uzumaki, Wake your butt up. You’re late.”

Naruto grumbled in his sleep, he didn’t want to get up. He only had a couple months of high school left. And even though he didn’t want to he knew his parents were planning a birthday party. Yes he was turning eighteen in a couple days. But that wasn’t the reason he didn’t want to get up.

He was depressed he had been by sasuke’s side since they were born. They were best friends’. And naruto, always enjoyed the fact that he was the only one who knew what sasuke was thinking.

But these last couple weeks sasuke’s been more distant then usual. Naruto turned to his side. He had thought that the two of them would be best friends’ forever. But he herd sasuke, Tell his dad he wanted to study abroad. And when Fugaku suggested that he and naruto went together, sasuke said no. he wanted to go alone. naruto ran home after he over heard that, And since then sasuke would barely talk to him.

He wouldn’t meet naruto on the school’s roof any more just to hang out. And now during lunch’s, He would disappear. naruto clenched his fist over his heart. {Why does it hurt so much?}

“Naruto, now.”

naruto stood maybe he could talk to kyuubi about it. He walked over to the dresser grabbing a tight orange T-shirt. And a pair of black baggy pants out. He looked in the mirror and ruffled his hair. It was like his father’s and kyuubi. Except it was short in the back and spiky up front.

When he was satisfied with they way he looked he headed down stairs’. He didn’t want to go to school today.

.....

At the kitchen table his father looked at both boys with worried eyes’ mainly naruto. He could tell the boy was upset but just like him, He was too stubborn to admit when something was wrong.

“Naruto, hunny is there something wrong.” naruto’s mother saw it as well.

“Im fine. Kyuubi will you give me a ride to school.”

“Ya, lets go then.” kyuubi, noticed the pain in naruto’s voice.

“Have a nice day.” Their mother yelled.

yondaime, looked at his hand’s. {Please let everything work out.}

He smiled, As he recalled when naruto and sasuke were younger, The two were inseparable.

Unlike itachi, and kyuubi. Those two hated each other. But now they were going to the same university. And spending a lot of time together. He sighed, It seemed like the tables were turning.

./ flashback/

'What about you sasuke, what do you want to be when you grow up." Fugaku, asked his son.

"I wanna be makes lots of money so naruto, can be my wife." The boy smiled at his father. The females giggled, As the red headed woman picked up her blond haired son.

"What about you, naruto?"

The little boy taped his chin, and grinned.

"Im going to be sasuke's wife."

/end flashback/


“So what is it naruto.” He looked at his younger brother.

“ I think sasuke hates me.”

“What.” kyuubi swerved the car a little. Well that was something he never thought he would hear.

Naruto put his hand under his chin.

“It’s just, He won’t even talk to me.”

“Did you fight?”

“No.”

Both males sighed.

“Force him to talk to you. Tell him you won’t leave him alone, till he tells you what’s wrong.”

Naruto leaned his head against the car window. Like it’s that easy
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