A/N: Another story! Damn, I've got to stop this! Hopefully this one will only be a few chapters long and since this was really just to vent emotion, I'll only continue if you want me too, so review after you've read this!
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Kishimoto Masashi, not me. Heh heh, I think I spelled that right.
Warnings: Boy/Boy, Yaoi, Shounen ai, whatever you want to call it! Foul language, violence, insane artist, mentions of sex and rape, self-harm. Konoha bashing. This story is what happens when I also become an insane artist and images dance around in my head that I have to make a fanfic about. .
Whishing On a Shooting Star
Prologue
It was dark, far darker then it had been in a while because of the new moon. It was cold, and the wind had a bitter sting to it. We were both lying on the ground, looking at the stars as we relished in the few moments together we have. Because the ground was damp from the previous day's rain, I had my cloak sprawled out beneath us, giving us some warmth in the chilly night.
"Hey, Deidara?" Naruto asks me, the question barely audible.
"Yeah, un?"
"Do you remember what I told you a long time ago?"
That was a stupid question. Of course I remembered what he told me. How could I forget? The way he said it… it reminded me of myself some. He told me he wanted to be Hokage someday. He said he was going to earn his village's respect. That was quite some time ago… years in fact.
"Yeah, of course I do, un." My voice is just as low.
"Well, I have a different dream now," Naruto said, whispering even softer this time so that I had to strain to hear what he said.
"What is it, un?"
Naruto rolls onto his stomach and I do the same. He gives me that wide grin that I love so much, his eyes narrowed to slits.
"I'm not gonna tell you!" Naruto says, his voice his usual happy tone.
"Why not, un?!" I ask, showing my irritation clearly.
But I cannot stay mad at him, I never can. He pouts cutely and gives me the most adorable look. No, I can never stay mad at him.
"Because Deidara-koi, if I tell you, it won't come true!" Naruto whines.
I sigh. Naruto drives me crazy sometimes. "What on earth are you prattling on about now, un?"
"I made a wish on a shooting start and hopefully it'll come true!" Naruto exclaims, his usual grin stretching across his face.
"Bullshit, un," I sigh.
I roll onto my back and look up at the stars again. Wishing upon a star; please, it was for children! It's not like things like that ever came true…
"It is not!" Naruto yelled out.
"Hm?" I look over to the Konoha nin.
"My wish will come true! Believe it!" Naruto Exclaimed, getting to his knees and pumping his fist in the air. "Just you wait. I'll show you that wishing works sometimes; you just gotta try and make it happen yourself."
I scoff at that. "And what the hell's the point of wishing then, un?"
He smiles softly at me. "To confirm that it'll happen, to give yourself that extra boost."
"It'll never work, un…"
Naruto lies on his back again and sighs. He looks over at me sadly and I look at him.
"Tsunade-baa-chan's sending me on a two year mission tomorrow," he says softly, looking back up at the sky. "It's s-rank."
"Oh." I couldn't think of anything else to say. I wouldn't be seeing my koi for two years. The thought was rather… depressing.
"You better come back in one piece, un," I whisper.
He laughs sadly. "Of course I will, Deidara. I always do."
I chuckle sadly. "Remember to come back. Remember that you have to prove me wrong."
"We might as well make the best of our time together," Naruto says, looking at me coyly.
I grin in response and kiss him softly on the lips. Yes, we'll make the best of our time together. But wishing on a shooting star… that's something I'll never believe in. Naruto, I've never said this, but I love you. I can't wait for you to come back to me. Two years is a long time…
A/N: … This is so cheesy. Tell me if you want me to continue!
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