I don't own Naruto.

Warnings: This story will contain sex between males, foul language and an unhealthy amount of fluff and stupid/crude humour.

A/N: Hello again. I'm going to say – like many other authors – that I am not dead (yet). I just had some problems figuring out what the fuck I was going to write.

Before you continue to read the first chapter of Moving On I want to inform you that it might take a while before the second chapter is added – because of laziness, writer's block and other things most fanfic writers blame their lack of updates on.

I want to thank MrsHellman for helping me out! She is awesome (check her stories out). She helped me with … well, almost everything, and I owe her a lot.

Moving on, folks!

Moving On

Just go

It was beautiful. It left no one unaffected, not even Uchiha Sasuke. Well, maybe he didn't have tears in his onyx eyes, but he knew how to appreciate moments. And this was a moment to value.

But with moments like this did not only happiness and love exist, nervousness was there as well, eating on the corners, and the brown-haired young man next to the priest looked ready to pee his pants out of that nervousness. Sasuke could see little beads of sweat on the brunette's temple and the raven found it a bit amusing to see the normally hyperactive and talkative Inuzuka Kiba so nervous and skittish.

Well, if Sasuke was to marry someone he would be nervous too. He straightened his posture and discreetly glanced out over the rows and rows of people. Hyuuga Hinata's father sure had picked up the big wallet for the wedding. They were in a huge church that was probably over a hundred years old; colourful windows clad the walls, tier after tier out of dark oak surged through the church like a wave. People in different attires and clothing sat in the rows, the echoes of their talk bouncing of the sumptuous walls.

The Uchiha, who observed the church like a dog search its garden for intruders, could see practically everybody he knew; his family had been invited, and he could see them sitting by Nara Shikamaru's parents while Shikamaru himself was standing next to Sasuke.

The sound of a mass of people standing up echoed in the big, white church as the organ started to play the Bride Chorus, and then the big brown entrance doors opened, and in walked a young girl with pale eyes and dark raven hair falling down her shoulders.

Hyuuga Hanabi was dressed in a yellow dress, and Sasuke was surprised that it wasn't ugly on her but rather the opposite. She looked happy as she walked up and stood next to the priest, in front of Sasuke and Shikamaru.

There were no more bridesmaids, so the young woman and the elder man that entered after Hanabi was the bride and her father, and said bride, Hinata, was gorgeous, Sasuke had to admit. She had a big, white dress with lavender details, and he could see her long, raven hair peak out from under the veil and down her back.

Suddenly, the organ soon stopped playing, and Hinata was standing in front of the priest with her father next to her. Sasuke noticed that he hands were shaking around the bouquet of flowers; she was just as nervous as Kiba.

The priest started talking, but Sasuke absentmindedly ignored the rambling, and he glanced out over the crowd again to find what he wanted to find. He smirked a little when he saw a blonde man next to Kiba's mother.

"You will spend your days as happy as you are now, with the same smiles and the same eyes. . ."

The blonde man suddenly looked Sasuke's way and onyx eyes met cerulean.

"Love is too great to fool, and even when you are blind to your love, your heart will lead you on your way. Even if pain may arise along the way. . ."

Sasuke's dark brown eyes stared into Uzumaki Naruto's ocean blue orbs as if they would never ever break the gaze.

"You will cry, but there will be happiness within. And when you are apart, as they say, one will cry and the other will taste salt. . ."

And then Naruto turned back to the ceremony, without a word, without a blink of his eyes, without a muscle moving indicating he'd seen the Uchiha.

"Do you, Inuzuka Kiba, take Hinata as your wife, to love until the stars fall and to hold until your arms are cold?" the priest asked as Sasuke was ripped out of his thoughts and drawn back to reality.

Kiba grinned widely, and Sasuke sent an annoyed glare out over the sea of awwing women in the tiers. "I do!"

The priest let out a chuckle, as well as many others in the church, at Kiba's enthusiasm.

"And do you, Hyuuga Hinata, take Kiba as your husband, to smile upon until there is nothing to smile upon and to accept smiles from until you can no longer see him smile?" the priest continued amusingly, the laughter still alive in his eyes.

Hinata blushed. "I do," she answered quietly.

The priest cleared his throat to gain attention from the – again awwing – women. "Do any object to this marriage?"

The church went dead silent, and Sasuke had to suppress the urge to yell out something improper.

"Then. . . I now pronounce you as husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Kiba tried to force his grin away, as he leaned down and captured his wife's lips in a soft, loving kiss. The church was filled with aww's again and Sasuke almost groaned.

UAUAUA

The garden was filled with people, and one of the men was standing under a tree to avoid the sun. It was too hot for words, and he found himself a bit jealous of the females that wore thin dresses in calm, bright colours, but Hinata had been very determined to have the party outside in the sun. He had too agree with her though, it would have been hard to stuff all these people inside a local, and the weather was absolutely stunning.

"So this is where you're hiding." A tall man with ebony-coloured hair walked up to him. "I almost thought you had gone home or something."

Naruto looked up at Sasuke, his ocean blue eyes narrowing. "No. But I'm surprised that you're still here. Shouldn't you be at the office by now?"

Sasuke snorted as he looked at Naruto annoyingly. He was working his ass off so that he could support himself and Naruto at the same time as he pleased his father. Sure, he had long days, but he earned money, and Naruto just keep whining. "Don't be like that."

Naruto shrugged and looked away with clenched jaws, why couldn't Sasuke see that this wasn't the life he wanted with the other man? He sighed as he looked around and he could see his father and mother, Minato and Kushina, talking to Kiba's parents about something funny because they were laughing. He could also see Sasuke's parents, Fugaku and Mikoto, talking to Shikamaru's parents a few meters away from his own parents.

Shikamaru could be seen not too far away from them, sitting on a chair with a bored look on his face, a look that said 'troublesome.' But the brunette was actually glancing towards Gaara disturbingly much, and it confused Naruto.

"Naruto?" Sasuke frowned. "Naruto, damn it, answer me." The Uchiha was annoyed with Naruto, too annoyed to see the hurt in those eyes. The hurt caused by everything that had screwed up.

Naruto looked up at Sasuke again, his eyes a bit unfocused. "Did you say something?"

Sasuke sighed, irritated. "Really mature, Naruto. Call me when you're ready to go home." With that the Uchiha turned around and walked away as the blonde watched his boyfriend walking over to Shikamaru. He tried to ignore the nagging feeling in his stomach that told him to run after Sasuke and apologize, but it sure as hell was the bastard that should be apologizing.

Naruto sighed as he chewed on his lower lip, feeling another feeling in the pit of his stomach, but also his throat; he needed something to drink. Preferably alcohol. Maybe he'd drink too much and die from alcohol poisoning, leaving all the pain in this world as he went somewhere else, away from everything. . .

UAUAUA

Namikaze Minato had never met Uchiha Fugaku in person before, but they had mailed to each other and talked over the phone – for work, of course - because they were both bosses over big companies. But that didn't mean that Minato liked the man, in fact, he would rather walk through fire than talk to Fugaku, but it appeared that his wife, Kushina, enjoyed speaking to Fugaku's beautiful wife, Mikoto, so he couldn't be cruel and just walk away.

So to avoid embarrassing silence, Minato had to talk to Fugaku about anything that came to mind, which was easier thought than done. He threw a longing glance to his red-haired wife, who was too busy exchanging pleasantries with Mikoto to notice her husband. Then he looked up at the slightly taller, dark-haired man, which was in front of him. Maybe he wasn't simply slightly taller . . . a decimetre, that's pretty much . . . was it classified as slightly?

"So. . ." the blonde started, feeling awkward talking to Fugaku. The other man had yet to show any signs that he knew that Minato was there. "How is business going?"

Wow. That was really lame.

Fugaku looked down on him, confirming Minato's suspicions that the Uchiha hadn't even noticed his presence. "Oh, yes," Fugaku said calmly. "I just made my youngest son head over the Economic Department."

Minato raised his eyebrows, running a hand through his blonde hair. "That's a big responsibility for a . . . how old is Sasuke-kun?"

"He is a year older than Naruto-kun, if my memory isn't failing me," Fugaku answered. His and Minato's voices were indicating that both of them saw the situation as awkward.

It became quiet between the males as both tried to remember their sons' ages.

"Well," Fugaku coughed. "Between us two, I'm planning to give the entire company to my oldest."

"Holy--!" Minato's ocean blue eyes widened. Then he remembered that Itachi, Fugaku's oldest son, wasn't a criminal, as a certain redhead, also known as his oldest son, was. "Personally, I would never give my company to my oldest son . . . come to think of it, I don't think I would give it to Naru-chan either."

"No? But who is going to take over when you retire?" Fugaku seemed interested now, and Minato had forgotten about the awkward silence between them earlier.

"Probably one of the workers, I. . ." He trailed off when he noticed that Fugaku was staring at something behind him, so Minato discreetly looked over his shoulder, and his eyes widened at sight. His youngest son, Naruto, was standing with a taller man with long, brown hair and pale eyes – a Hyuuga – and they were talking. They looked great together, and Minato's brain started working, the old gearwheels were starting to move within the brain of the blonde.

Fugaku's voice brought him back to reality. "Is that little brat hitting on my son's boyfriend?"

Minato wanted to jump in joy and squeal out "Oh yes, he is!" but he refrained from doing so, because he didn't want Fugaku to glare at him with the infamous Uchiha Glare.

"Where isSasuke-kun?" It was a smooth, silky voice; belonging to the beautiful redhead Minato had married many years ago. Mikoto and Kushina had joined them again. "I wanted to say goodbye before we leave."

"He's probably somewhere with Naru-chan," Mikoto said, smiling brightly towards her lady friend.

"Naruto-kun is over there, with the Hyuuga," Fugaku corrected as Minato gulped; the tone Fugaku used sent shivers down his spine – and not the good kind of shivers either. It made him want to grab Kushina and run for it. But before he could grab anything, Fugaku was taking big steps towards Naruto and the Hyuuga male.

Minato took his chance and discreetly ran the other way.

UAUAUA

Sabaku no Gaara was watching his two older siblings, Temari and Kankuro, dancing with each other.

Temari was dressed in a purple, thin dress that reached her knees, and her dark blonde hair had been introduced to a brush for the first time while Kankuro was looking just as stupid as he usually did. So compared to her brother, Temari was somewhat beautiful, Gaara had to admit. But he still couldn't understand why his former roommate, Shikamaru, was staring at her. It wasn't the discreet-throwing-glances kind of staring either, oh no. . . . Shikamaru's dark brown eyes never left Temari.

It was annoying Gaara for some reason that was above his comprehending.

"Gaara-kun, it's not very nice to glare at people!" A tall and slender man with big, dark eyes and dark hair sat down next to Gaara. "Do you want to dance? I can see from here that you and I would easily win over them all with our youth!" the man asked with a huge grin gracing his face. Yes, his face.

"I. Don't. Dance. Lee." Gaara turned his head and his bright jade eyes narrowed at the look on Lee's face. "Why are you smiling like that?"

"Who knows?" Lee sighed happily. "We should dance! And show our modern and hip moves!"

"I told you not to touch the sake."

"I never touched the sake, Gaara-chan! I just drank it! This youthful man gave me a glass and I couldn't resist! He gave us all some of his modern drink!" Lee answered and if Gaara had been a manic in an amine, being able to use sand as his weapon, he would have crushed Lee's leg by now.

"That would be the bartender." Gaara wanted to slap his forehead – or better yet; Lee's forehead.

"Now let's get home and make love!" Lee made a spin and then ran towards the gates. The people that was around stared from Lee to Gaara, then back to the man that was running towards the parking lot. "Gaa-chan! Are you coming?!"

Gaara did not blush. It was the sun that made his cheeks turn red.

UAUAUA

Hyuuga Neji was happy for his cousin, he really was, and the wedding was great opportunity to meet Uzumaki Naruto again. He hadn't met the blonde since he moved in with Sasuke in the outskirts of Tokyo. He actually liked listening to Naruto.

Often. . .

Mostly. . .

Sometimes. . .

Okay, he just liked to watch Naruto's lips move. But while staring at Naruto's lips, he didn't notice the intimidating man that walked up to them until it was too late. He immediately recognized Uchiha Fugaku from the news on TV and in magazines and it took him about three seconds until he understood why the Uchiha Fugaku was here; he was Sasuke's father.

"Fugaku-san!" Naruto smiled. "How lovely to see you; it's been too long!" Naruto was actually happy to see the older Uchiha.

Fugaku didn't move his dark eyes from Neji when he answered the blonde. "We met two weeks ago at Sasuke's birthday party."

"Oh. . . I forgot." Naruto chuckled. "Too bad Sasuke wasn't there to celebrate with us, ne?"

Naruto's smile was forced as he remembered that party. The young Uchiha hadn't even shown up for his own birthday party. The guy was going to be late for his own funeral!

Fugaku didn't notice the hurt tone in Naruto's voice; he only kept staring at Neji and the Hyuuga wondered what he had done wrong, he had just been staring at Naruto's lips – he was completely innocent!

"Fugaku-san, this is Hyuuga Neji. Neji-kun, this is Uchiha Fugaku," Naruto introduced, thinking of Fugaku's staring as curiosity rather than disapproval.

"I know, Naruto-kun," Fugaku finally tore his eyes from Neji, and looked down on the blonde. "Could you go and find Sasuke for me? I need to talk to him, we're about to leave soon." Naruto's eyebrow visibly twitched and he nodded before leaving, and as soon as he was out of reach to eavesdrop, Fugaku turned to Neji again.

"I don't know how important you think you are, but know this." Fugaku leaned closer to the slightly shorter male. "If you touch my son's property, you will wake up without arms." And with that, Fugaku left Neji to think of the threat, but Neji only scowled, making his handsome features scrunch up.

As soon as Fugaku had disappeared in the crowd to find his son, another man joined him though. This man looked nicer, and a lot like Naruto. They had equally blonde hair and equally blue eyes, but this man was taller, older and more muscled. "Hello. I'm Namikaze Minato. Nice to meet you," the man said and held out a hand.

"Hyuuga Neji." He took the hand. "You must be Naruto-sensei's brother?"

"Oh no!" Minato chuckled, even though he probably knew that Neji was just being nice. "I'm his father. I couldn't help but see that you were talking to him." Minato's gearwheels were spinning fully; his plan was just about to begin.

"Why, yes. He was my teacher when I still went to Sarutobi College." Neji didn't know what the man wanted, but he didn't seem to want to harm or threaten Neji in any way.

"Tell me, Neji-kun; are you interested in my son?" Neji sputtered. If he said yes; what would happen? Would Minato kill him right then and there? If he said no; would Minato feel insulted?

"I'll take that as a yes." Minato looked around, but most of the people had already walked to where the photographs were taken with the bride and her bridegroom and Neji knew he had to be on at least one of those photos, so he hoped that Minato could hurry a little.

"I have a proposal that will help you win Naru-chan's heart." Two identical grins spread on their faces.

Screw those photographs.

UAUAUA

Naruto didn't mind taking photographs and if he could say so himself, he was rather good at taking pictures – he had gone to TAD (Tokyo Art and Design) and there, Photo was mandatory.

What he didn't like was being on the photos. While his boyfriend was photogenic and gorgeous, Naruto was. . . well, he wasn't photogenic or gorgeous and sometimes he could blame his bastard-boyfriend for ending up bad on pictures, but no one ends up good on pictures when your boyfriend is pinching your butt.

But right now Sasuke didn't try to Naruto's butt, he just stood there and that was what made Naruto a little worried.

They hadn't been on best terms for a while now. Ever since Sasuke had gotten the job as head over the Economic Department, he had become an even moodier and grumpier bastard than he already was, and he worked too much, too. It made him more serious and even grumpier, and it left Naruto feeling lonely.

"So, if everybody's ready. . ." The photographer grinned big. "One, two. . ." He snapped a picture, and Naruto found himself ready to run away before another was taken, but someone held him back.

He glanced up and saw that of course it was Sasuke that held him back. The Uchiha had probably read his facial expressions and understood what he was planning to do. And to add some salt in the wounds, the grip hurt a little, but Naruto didn't say anything until another picture was taken. He was starting to feel self-conscious and it made him feel sick.

"Let go," he hissed and tried to escape Sasuke's grip on his arm but Sasuke leaned down to whisper something in the blonde's ear, and Naruto knew what that meant. Whenever Sasuke had that emotionless face it only meant one thing, and it made him feel a tightening in his chest and particularly around his heart.

"Naruto," Sasuke murmured, "I need to go. I'm-"

"I know, I know. Work's calling." Naruto pointed towards the exit. "Just go. I'll go straight home after the wedding, I'll see you there."

Sasuke pecked his blonde lover's lips before walking with long steps towards the gates and Naruto couldn't help but notice that Fugaku and Itachi were already walking ahead of Sasuke.

Naruto snorted and turned back to the camera again, catching his father's look of disapproval. He bit his lower lip, as he thought about what his life had turned out to be, and it made his eyes burn and cloud over.

Before tears threatened to fall, he walked away from the group of people, back to the tree he had stood under before he's met Sasuke outside. He leaned his forehead against the tree's trunk, cooling his head a little, and then the tears fell.

To Be Continued