A little plot bunny that popped into my head one night
Aftermath
"NO! YOU IDIOT! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" A wailed cry echoes over the otherwise muted battlefield. "I hate you. I hate you so much." The man screaming wipes his tears and chokes as grief grips his throat.
"I hate you..." He trembles as grief closes tighter around him, constricting his lungs so only sobs could fall from his split lips. He leans over the idiot placing his lips none too gently over the others. He breathes out twice, rises and presses his hands down on the usuratonkachi's chest, compressing it one, two, three, four, five times staring at the face.
"Get up." He growls at the scared, scratched and bruised visage of his best friend. "Get up!" He dives for the other's mouth again, his mind recalling a memory long tucked away but had never truly forgotten even in his darkest days. "Wake up." He pants jerkilly pressing down on the ribcage. "COME OOOOOON!" He screams again.
He leans down again giving the man beneath him breath.
With a feral scream he raises his hand, chaotic strands of chirking light flickering around his fingers. He slammed it down, straight over the man's heart, his eyes wild and streaming with tears of both blood and brine. The limp body jerks and tenses as the electricity ravaged its systems. "Wake up." The lonely man pleads. The chidori's light fades from his fingers. He slumps forward, his already blurry vision fogged with the acute onset of chakra depletion. "Naruto..." He leans forward only a few more inches. Pressing bloody wet lips to the other man's he inhales deeply through his nose before breathing into the blonde. His arms shook with the effort of supporting his own weight and soon enough he was lying with his head resting on Naruto's chest. The closest thing to a genuine smile on his face for the first time in years as he hears a soft but steady 'Th-thump...Th-thump...Th-thump" and the chest under his cheek begins to rise and fall. He grips the orange jacket tightly as he feels the body beneath him stir, knowing that he will be forced to move soon but stayed still all the same.
A single word gives him peace, slurred and pained but still very alive "Sasuke?" He grips the orange jacket a little tighter knowing he will be pushed off soon.
"Just a little longer." He whispers, knowing well that Naruto can't hear him.
