Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters featured, they are owned by the creator of Naruto. Nor do I own the lyrics featured in this songfic. "What Hurts the Most" belongs to the Rascal Flatts.
A/N: Just to forewarn you, Sasuke is very OOC in this fic. Why, you ask? Cuz I said so! Plus, have Sasuke very emotional makes this songfic better! Trust me.
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What Hurts the Most
/ I can take the rain on the roof
Of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then
And just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry
Every once in a while /
The rain fell harshly upon the empty city, a city that had lost its sunshine. The streets were vacant, there were no signs of life. None of the houses or stores had lights in their windows. The city was dark and dead. The rain continued to fall, harder. It had been one year, one full year, since the sun set for the last time in the desolate city named Konoha. On that fateful day, everything changed. Lightning flashed in the sky, revealing silhouettes in the windows of the buildings. All were looking to the sky, praying for the rain to stop. One silhouette stood out amongst the others. It was a young man, sitting alone in a large estate. The only light he had was provided by a small candle in the corner farthest from his seat. He sat in silence, the only sound was the rain hitting the roof above him.
His long ebony bangs covered his eyes from sight. His pale skin glowed in the dim light, against his black cloths. As he sat there, a single tear trailed from a cobalt eye. He let it fall, too lost in memories and thoughts to notice or care. After a few hours, the young man stood, blew out the candle and walked to his room in the dark. The nonstop storms had knocked out the electricity. He opened his door without a sound and walked in, locking it behind him. Going over to one of the corners of the large bedroom, he lit a few candles. Their dim lights flicked on the walls of the room. Walking over to the dresser, he pulled out a pair of black pants and a baggy black shirt. Quickly changing, he grabbed one of the candles and took a seat at the desk that rested against the far wall. Pen in hand, he pulled out a black book from one of the drawers. Setting it on the surface of the desk, he opened to a blank page and began writing.
As he wrote, tears began to flow more freely from his deep eyes, some falling and staining the page. He wrote for about an hour or so. Jotting down thoughts, feelings and anything that his hand was willed to put into ink. He mostly wrote of his missing sunshine, and how he was lost without it. He wrote of what had happened exactly one year earlier and how much he wished it had never occurred. Every word in ink on that page was from his heart, a place only one person had ever been. But that person was gone, and his heart was frozen once more. Pain lurched in his heart at the thought of his loved one. With much force on the pen, he wrote one last statement on the page. Tears littered that statement, sealing its truth in his mind. That statement read, "It's all my fault!"
Closing the book, and placing it back in the drawer, he grabbed the candle and walked over to the large bed covered in black sheets. Setting the candle on the bedside table, he laid himself in the sheets. Sighing as tears began to stain his pillow. He stared at the ceiling, watching as the flickering light of the candles soon melded together to form an image of his lost sunshine. He bit his lip as the image vanished, leaving him alone. Rolling over to rest on his side, he closed his eyes. Praying, as he did every night, that this life he was living was just a dream. And that he was gonna wake up, nestled in his sunshine's arms, safe and warm. Sadly, he knew that this was not a dream. This was reality and it hurt him to say it. His sunshine was gone, and it was never coming back. As he continued to think on his love, he slowly drifted into an unrest full sleep.
/ Even though going on
With you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again
I pretend I'm ok
But that's not what gets me /
The rain had slowed to a drizzle when the young man awoke. He looked down to find his pillow soaked with tears. Rubbing his eyes, he got up and went to the dresser. Pulling out a pair of black jeans and a black long sleeved shirt, with his family emblem on the back, he quickly showered and dressed. He stood at the sink, staring at himself in the mirror. He was a train wreck. His black hair was scraggly and unkempt, even though he had just washed it. His pale skin was almost white now, due to the fact he never left his home. His dark cobalt eyes had dulled to a faded black/gray color, large bags were under them from lack of sleep. His eyes were bloodshot, the skin around them raw red. Sniffling, he splashed cold water on his face, hoping it would diminish the redness. Splashing his face a few more times, he walked out of the bathroom and down the stairs to the kitchen. He didn't eat much since it happened, he had lost several pounds. When he did eat, it was in small amounts.
Quickly fixing a small breakfast, he sat at the table and ate it, playing with it half the time. Once he finished, he sat a moment, looking out the water stained window. He could see the rain slowing, but not stopping. He sighed as he stood and cleaned his plate. After that, he went into the living room and sat in a black chair, near the window. He sat and stared into nothingness, thinking once again. This was how he spent his days, since he lost his sunshine. He never trained, or went on missions, he didn't even leave his home. He hadn't seen those he called friends in one year, it was too hard. He just sat and thought, it was all he could will himself to do since living without his sunshine was so painful. When he lost his sun, he was left to stumble alone in the dark. He sighed as tears threatened his eyes again. Soon, he started chuckling, at himself.
"The great Uchiha heir, reduced to a worthless weakling with no future by the death of one person." He continued to laugh at himself.
"Why did you die? And leave me here to suffer? It's unfair…" He stopped when he sensed someone approaching the mansion.
He stood from his chair and silently walked over to the main door. The moment a knock sounded from the other side, he grasped the handle and opened it. Standing before him was his old sensei. His gray hair was plastered to his face and neck by the rain. His one visible eye was curved from a smile. He stepped aside and aloud the older man inside. Closing the door, he walked into the living room where his sensei had gone, he found the older man sitting on the couch, waiting for him to join. He dismissed the man, walking back to his chair and sitting, staring out the window. After a few moments of silence, his sensei spoke.
"How have you been Sasuke?"
He didn't answer, just continued to stare out. The older man sighed.
"I understand that you're taking this really hard but it's been one full year, it's about time to move on. That's what he would have wanted, and you know it."
He continued to stare, watching as the rain started up again.
"How do you know that's what he would have wanted?"
The older man looked up at his students whispered words. He could tell that the young man's voice was hoarse, but from what he did not know.
"You and I knew him well enough to know that he would never have wanted anyone to mourn this long." Stated the gray haired man.
The young man just sat in silence, not really hearing what his sensei had said.
"I guess I shall leave you to wallow in your sorrows, since I have a mission in about an hour. My first mission in months." He sighed. "I really wish you hadn't given up, but then again, it's not my decision. See ya Sasuke." The gray haired man stood, and without a glance to his student, showed himself out.
The young man watched silently as the silhouette of his sensei vanished in the fog that the harsh rains had left. The pitter patter of the drizzle was all that could be heard. It was true, he had given up. The month after the death of his love, he went to the Hokage and resigned from the ANBU and asked to be removed from being a ninja. The Hokage had not asked and just relieved him. About two months after that is when the nonstop rains had started. At first, everyone he knew constantly came to his home and begged him to come train, eat, something other than sitting alone. He slammed and locked the door on them all. He refused to leave, but he didn't know why. He had given up on all of his dreams, including taking revenge on his clan. It just no longer seemed important. Nothing mattered anymore, not now that his sunshine was gone. What hurt the worst, was knowing that it was his fault that his sunshine was gone. It was his fault.
/ What hurts the most Smoke filled the air as fires ragged all around the hidden city of Konoha. All ninja's, from every rank, were called to arms to defend the city from the invading Sound Nins, and their leader. The ground was covered in the bodies of the dead, wounded and dying, from both villages. The Hokage continued to reassure the ninjas that the reinforcements from the Sand village should arrive soon, but her words fell on deaf ears as the leader of the sound village summoned the large purple serpent, Mandan. Just as she and the ninja standing next to her were about to summon their great beasts, she spotted someone battling the leader of the Sound upon the head of Mandan. Everyone watched with baited breath. Suddenly, the challenger was thrown from the head of the serpent, a small blood trail following him through the air.
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying' to do /
"Sasuke!" Shouted the Hokage.
As the young man fell, an orange blur shot up from out of nowhere and caught him, taking him into the depths of the forest. Leaving the sounds of battle behind, the orange blur carried the injured man with care but haste. After running for a bit, the blur stopped, setting the young man against a rock. Quickly inspecting the wound that his friend had received, the blonde haired, blue eyed ninja bound it to stop the bleeding. After doing that, he took off his orange jacket and placed it on the injured mans shoulders, to keep the bandage from getting torn. As the blonde ninja was about to stand and leave, the young man awoke form unconsciousness.
"Nar… Naruto?" He asked in a hushed voice.
"Quiet Sasuke, you need to save your strength. You've lost a lot of blood but I managed to stop it for now. Just stay put. I've gotta go back and fight. I'll come back and take you to Tsunade-baachan as soon as I can, I promise Sasuke." With that said, the blonde ninja stood and ran back towards the battle field.
His breathing became labored as sweat started to trail down his skin. The blood loss finally catching up to him. The wound on his side was throbbing. He grasped a hold of the jacket that was over his shoulders. As his eyes began to feel heavy, he brought his hazy gaze to where he could see the blonde ninja running. He wasn't running as fast as before. His eyes soon became too heavy to stay open, so the fell shut as he drifted into unconsciousness. The last thing he saw was his sunshine.
When the young man opened his eyes, he was standing in a crowd, every person there was someone he either knew or had met. Even those he hated were there. They were standing in an infinite abyss of white. Their shadows were the only things showing that there was a ground to stand on. He looked down to his arms, and found shackles around his wrists and ankles. The shackles were interconnected with not only the other ones on his form, but to the shackles of those around him and the ground he was standing on. Wondering silently in his mind what the shackles were for, he stared at them. Suddenly, every head in the large crowd shot up, the sound of breaking metal drawing their attention. When he looked up, he found his sunshine standing near him. The shackles that had once bound the blonde had broken, and now lay in pieces on the ground. Without a back glance or a last word, the blonde began walking away from the crowd, into the distance of nothingness. He tried to call to his sunshine, but found that not only could he not open his mouth, but he had no voice. He could only watch, tears in his eyes, as his sunshine slowly faded into the abyss.
The young Uchiha shot up from the bed he was laying on. His eyes wide in shock. Slowly combing his fingers through his hair, to calm himself, he took in his surroundings. He was in a hospital room. Scattered around the room were people he considered friends. They all were sleeping peacefully. He looked down at his shaking hands, wondering where his sunshine was. He didn't see the blonde anywhere. He felt the bed shift a bit, looking over he saw that the pink haired girl had awoken.
"Sasuke, you're awake." She said in a hushed voice.
He merely nodded. She smiled, and then proceeded to wake everyone else in the room. Once all were awake, she was sent to fetch the Hokage. All was quiet as they awaited the arrival of their leader and head doctor. Once she arrived, she proceeded to check his wound. It had stopped bleeding and was starting to heal, but he was to remain in the hospital a few days until he over came the side affects of his blood loss. Once everything was cleared, discussion began. All asked how he was feeling, but they all had underlining feelings that he could not identify. He sat in the bed, answering all the questions thrown at him systematically. After awhile, the questions died down and silence became predominant in the room once again. The only sound was the beeping of the heart rate machine. He broke the silence by asking the one question that had been on his mind since he had awoken.
"Where is Naruto?"
All fell quiet, not knowing how to answer. The tension in the room doubled. Whatever had happened to the blonde, none wanted to tell. This frightened him, he had to know where his sunshine was. His gaze traveled to every face in the room, until finally settling on the Hokage who had started approach him. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, and raised her teary eyes to meet his.
"Sasuke, after Naruto bandaged your wound, he returned to fight Orochimaru. The battle was long and very destructive but he won in the end. Using the power of the nine tails, he killed Orochimaru. Unfortunately the full power of the demon fox was too much for him. Shortly after defeating Orochimaru, and telling us where he placed you, he collapsed. Before we could help him, his body shut down," She had to stop herself before she cried. Tears already falling form her eyes.
"Sasuke, Naruto is dead." Came the pain stricken voice of their gray haired sensei.
All fell quiet in the room as he absorbed this information. His sunshine was gone, gone forever. He couldn't comprehend what was just told to him. His sunshine had died to keep him from being taken again. It was his fault. Lost in thought, he didn't notice the people around him had started filing out of the room, all in tears. The last to leave was the pink haired girl. She stood next to his bed, her hands behind her back.
"Sasuke, I know its hard to believe, and I'm sorry we couldn't save him." She started silently, getting his attention.
"When we went to find you, you were unconscious, lying against a rock. The bandage he had put on you had stopped your bleeding, but you had a high fever from infection. When we found you, you were wearing this," She pulled her arms out from behind her to reveal that in her hands was the jacket that the blonde had placed over his shoulders. He stared at it a moment.
"I'm thinking Naruto knew he wasn't going to come back, and gave this to you as a token I guess. After all, you both were really good friends behind the rivalry. I think he really wanted you to have it." She placed the folded jacket on his lap and left, tears in her eyes.
He stared at the jacket in his lap a moment before gently grasping it in his hands. Feeling its soft texture under his fingertips, an image of the blonde flashed in his mind. Tears threatened his eyes, he bit his bottom lip to try and stop them. After a moment, his eyes were over flowing, droplets landing on the cloth in his hands. Clutching it tightly, he held it to his chest. Memories of the blonde flashing in his mind, his loud voice booming in his ears. He hugged the jacket closer, the smell of his sunshine floating to his nose. As he sat there, crying and clutching the jacket like a lifeline, he remembered what he had been told. He was gone, and it was his fault. The more he thought, the harder it became to see any point in living. Nothing had any meaning anymore. Nothing mattered. He had lost his sunshine, nothing else mattered. He spent the rest of that day crying. When the pink haired girl returned, she tried to comfort him, only to make herself cry as well. So they sat and cried together.
He cried silently into his pillow at the memory. That was the day his whole world fell apart. His fingers clutched the sheets on his bed tightly, almost enough to put holes in them. It had been exactly one year since that day. As he continued to cry, he reached under the pillow next to him and pulled out the orange jacket that was all that was left of his love. He held the fabric close to him as continued to cry. The pain he felt was so intense, he never knew such a pain existed until his sunshine died. Soon, his tears ran dry. He laid there on his bed, the jacket still clutched close to him. He buried his face in the fabric, it still smelled like him. He held the fabric a moment, questions coming to his mind.
"If Naruto knew that he wasn't going to survive the battle, then why did he say he would come back? It makes no sense." He whispered to himself as he drifted to sleep.
/ It's hard to deal with the pain
Of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm doing' It
It's hard to force that smile
When I see our old friends
And I'm alone /
The sky was covered with dark rain clouds, blocking the sun from view. The streets were filled with people but there was utter silence. Not one person spoke. It had been one month, and still people mourned. He was no exception. He tried to keep his grief quiet because ninja weren't supposed to show their feelings. He was having a hard time doing so. Everywhere he looked in that city he saw a memory of his love. Everywhere he went, he was haunted by the memory of his sunshine. As he walked, he looked to the sky. He saw it appropriate that the clouds hid the sun, for their sunshine was gone. He could still hear the dobe's laughter in the air, and his loud mouth comments. It was as if he were still there, all the sounds still fresh in his mind. He walked past the Ramen shop that was his loves favorite, and for a moment he swore he saw him in there, eating twenty bowls of the stuff. But alas, it was just a memory. Biting the inside of his mouth to stop the tears that threatened his eyes.
He was brought from his musings by a gentle hand on his shoulder. He turned to see the pink haired girl. Her green eyes were glazed with tears. He lowered his head to try and hide his own eyes but she saw the tears just the same. She sighed and rubbed his shoulder. They walked together in the silent street, no words were needed. As they walked, he spotted several other of his sunshine's friends. They too wore faces of sadness, tears in several of their eyes. He and the pink haired girl stopped in the local flower shop, run by the family of another friend. Everyone was in there, buying flowers for his sunshine's grave. After the mass crowd left, he bought a single red rose. The girl at the counter, who was usually cheerful and ready to jump at the chance to win his love, was strangely quiet. She kept her head downcast, attempting to hide her tears as well but he knew they were there. He put on a false smile when he thanked her and walked out. He walked alone to the resting place of his love, his heart aching more with every step he took.
"Oy Sasuke, you here too?"
He looked up to see all of his love's friends. They stood around in a small crowd, all holding an assortment of flowers. As he scanned the crowd, he spotted the Kazekage and his two companions. Walking up to the crowd, his flower hidden, he nodded his head.
"Didn't think you would come here Sasuke. After all, you and Naruto were always fighting and stuff. I though you guys hated each other." Stated the man with a dog by his side.
"I respected him, as a rival and a friend. After all, he was far stronger than me. He brought me back from Orochimaru and killed that bastard, that's more then I could ever do." He stated, his gaze locked on the grave.
"I'm sure he would be very happy that you came Sasuke." Stated the pink haired girl. She was standing next to a tall man, with a bowl hair cut and thick eyebrows.
"I agree with Sakura-chan, you were both worthy opponents. I am positive that he is very happy that you are here." Stated the man standing next to the pink haired girl.
"I bet your both right." He whispered.
Slowly everyone said their prayers and left their flowers at the grave. The villagers had demanded that his love have a grave all his own. Due to the fact he had been the demon vessel. Rain had started to fall when the last person left the grave, leaving him alone with his love. He stood before the stone, a pile of flowers at his feet. Taking the rose out from behind his back, he stood. He held the rose to his lips, a single tear falling onto its petals. He was soaked to the bone by the time he set the rose down. His black hair was plastered to his head, hiding his crying eyes from view. His tears went unseen, for they had mixed with the rain. His breaths were ragged as he thought silently to himself. He was trying to think of what words he could say. He knew nothing he said would make him feel better but he felt he owed his sunshine. For the last time he had seen him alive, he had been unable to speak. He brought his thoughtful gaze to the photo resting at the base of the grave marker, biting his tongue at the smile that looking back at him.
/ Still Harder "Hey," came the hoarse voice of the young man. "Never got a chance to say thanks, you know, for saving me. You didn't have to, I could have saved… Who am I kidding? It's just you and me. I don't have to act all tough and shit right? I never did around you. Never had to, you always saw right through me." He dropped his head. "I haven't forgotten, you know, what you said back when you brought me back home. They still play in my mind whenever I'm not paying attention. They're always followed by the question, did you really mean it? I think you did, I know you did." He wiped the water from around his eyes. "It's not the same now, now that you're gone. Everyone is sad, most are crying. Even me. Hell, I think I'm crying the most. I know you would be laughing if you could see me now. The sun doesn't shine anymore, its nothing but rain. I think it fits, since you were the sunshine of this rat hole of a city."
Getting up
Getting dressed
Living with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade
Give away all the words
That I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken /
He paused a moment, sobbing silently, trying to stop his tears.
"You're finally a hero. The irony, you became a hero after you died. You saved everyone by killing that bastard. Many of the villagers and most of the shinobi agree that there should be some kind of monument in your honor. Especially since you gave your life to save us. I agree with them. You deserve the recognition and for your story to be remembered for generations to come." He paused. "I miss you, even though you were a hyperactive idiot, you were my friend. My closest, best, friend and the only one I considered worthy to spar me. Nothings ever gonna be the same with you gone." He rubbed the back of his hand against his nose and tried to breath, creating a sniffling sound. "Everything's starting to return to normal, everyone starting to get back to their old lives. I can never do that. You were the biggest, only, piece in my life. Nothing else mattered. Not even killing Itachi to avenge my family. I feel hollow now that you're gone."
He rubbed his hands over his face, taking sobbing breaths as the tears started anew. "You were all that mattered to me. It may not have seemed like it Naruto, but you were my world. And now that you're gone, my world has fallen apart. I feel as though I have lost everything, but this feeling is worse than the feeling I had when I lost my clan. This feeling is much worse." Fisting the cloth over his heart, he continued. "It feels like someone has ripped out my heart." He broke down and cried. "You dobe! Why did you have to go and get yourself killed like that? Why! Why! Why! You didn't have to! You didn't have to fight him and die! You dobe! Dobe! You meant the world to me, and you never knew it! You always thought no one really cared, you were wrong… I cared. I cared too much."
He fell to his knees, rain water splashing all over him. "I've always wanted to tell you, that I cared. But I never could bring myself to say it. Even though you said those words to me, I couldn't repeat them. I was scared." He paused to catch his breath. "I was scared of what you would say, of what everyone else would say. I was so scared, I had nightmares about it. I decided my feelings could wait, for how long? I didn't know. But now I'm not scared to say it, and it's too late. You're gone and you're never coming back." He slammed his fist into the muddy ground. "Damnit Naruto! Damnit…. I… I…" His body shook as he stuttered his words. "I… Damnit I loved you Naruto!" He paused. "I've always loved you, and I always will. I promise."
/ What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do /
He awoke to find his pillow soaked again. He was still clutching the jacket to his chest. He lay in bed for an hour or so, running through the memories he dreamed of the night before. Sighing, he rose from the bed and dressed himself for the day. After showering and putting on a pair of long baggy black pants, a loose fitting long sleeve black shirt, and black boots, he returned to his room. Once he made his bed, he took the jacket and folded it neatly, placing it back under the pillow. He walked down the stairs and into the living room in silence. He stood before the window, watching the rain drops fall. As he watched, a single tear fell from a cobalt eye. His eyes widened when he thought, instead of his reflection, he saw his sunshine in the widow glass. He raised a hand to the glass, lightly pressing his fingers against it where his sunshine's cheek was. The image vanished, replaced by his own. Pulling his fingers away as though was just burned, he dropped his head. Sighing, he walked to the rack next to the door and pulled down his coat. Putting it on, he opened the door and walked out into the rain.
There were barely any people out walking the streets. Those who saw him, stopped and watched him in wonder. This was the first time in almost a year he left his house. His ebony hair stuck to his face as the rain washed away his tears. Walking past the flower shop, he stopped. Considering on buying a flower for the grave he was on his way to visit. Deciding against it, he continued walking. While going past a restaurant where his sunshine and all their friends used to hang out, he heard gasps. Peering out of the corner of his eye, he saw all of his old friends sitting at a table, staring at him as he walked by. He smirked inwardly at this. That small ego boost didn't last though, as the grave of his love came into sight. He softly sighed as he walked under the cover of the forest trees on the path to his destination. Upon entering the clearing, he found he was not the only one to visit his sunshine on this day. Standing before the grave was a young man around his age, a little shorter than him, with shoulder length blonde-ish red hair. He wore a black cloak over his cloths. He was soaked, his hair sticking to him.
"You actually left you house? That's amazing." Came the soft but raspy voice of the young man.
He looked at the man, not recognizing him.
"So, what brings you here on this, such a lovely day?" Asked the young man in the cloak.
"Who are you?" He asked in a hoarse voice.
"Someone you know, but you have forgotten me." Stated the man.
"Why are you here?"
"To visit an old friend, such a shame that he died like this." The man shook his head form side to side.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, he died saving a village that hated him. His sacrifice was in vein, everyone has already forgotten about him. There aren't even any flowers on his grave. How sad." He shook his head again.
"Who the hell do you think you are? No one has forgotten Naruto! People are still mourning! It has not stopped raining since he died! No one has forgotten him! Who do you think you are accusing such things?"
The man was silent a moment.
"Is it true?" asked the man.
"Is what true?"
"What you said that day one year ago. Did you really mean what you said?" The man asked.
"Yes but how do you know about that?"
"I was here on that day, hiding in the trees. I heard every word Sasuke." The man stated.
He was silent.
"I heard every word, even the ones only meant for him to hear." The man paused.
"Why the hell do you care if what I said was true or not? You're not Naruto! Naruto is gone forever!" The tears began anew.
"I care because they hit me hard." The man stated, confusing him.
He looked at the man, through tear blurred eyes.
"If I had known how you felt, I would have done what I did and cause you so much pain this past year."
"What do you mean?"
"Naruto never died Sasuke." Stated the man.
"What?"
The man turned, facing him. His eyes widened as he found himself staring into the bright blue eyes that haunted his memories.
/ What hurts the most "I'm right here." Stated the blonde, his sunshine.
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do /
He was speechless.
"Naruto?"
"Yeah Sasuke-Teme, it's me."
"But, I don't understand."
His sunshine shook his head and walked over to him. He was a few inches shorter than the Uchiha. Wrapping his arms around the blonde, he began to cry again. His sunshine returned the embrace, letting him cry on his shoulder. They stood like this for some time, silently soothing each other. Soon, the Uchiha calmed, confusion replacing shock. He pulled from the embrace to look the blonde in the eyes. His sunshine smiled at him, understanding his confusion. The blonde simply pulled him back into a hug, whispering "I'll explain later" into his ear. Satisfied that his confusion would be resolved later, the Uchiha melted into the embrace. The rain had soaked them before they pulled apart.
"I love you Naruto, I'm not afraid to say it anymore." Said the Uchiha.
"I'm glad Sasuke, cuz now I'm not scared either." The Uchiha raised an eyebrow.
"Let me show you what I mean." Said the blonde.
Before the Uchiha could react, his sunshine had pulled him in for a kiss. His eyes widened as the blonde's lips met his, sending a wave of pleasure throughout his mouth. After relaxing, he began to kiss back with as much enthusiasm as the smaller body before him. Wrapping his arms around the Uchihas' neck, the blonde braced himself against the other mans larger form. As he nipped at the smaller mans lower lip, he let his hands wonder the expanse of soaked body pressed flush against him. Grasping the blondes' ass, he thrust his tongue in the open mouth that was presented. His appendage explored the vast cavern, tasting and memorizing every inch. Soon, they parted for air. They still stayed close, their panting breaths brushing over the others lips. He stared into his sunshine's bright blue eyes. What he saw, he would never forget. A feeling of belonging washed over his body like the rain. A true smile found its way to his face for the first time in years. He was happy, he would never be alone again.
/ Not seeing that loving you
That's what I was trying to do /
A/N: Ok, I know. Sasuke was a cry baby but you know what? He was my yaoi slave in this fic and he did whatever I told him to. He worked himself to the bone here. And yes I know, I had planed the plot twist from the beginning. Haha! I know, I know, I never explained why Naruto had faked his death but you know what? I don't know myself! I leave that little piece of info to you, the readers', imagination! My brain hurts, I wanna go home! Wait, I am home…. Screw you people!