Disclaimer: After playing one of those scratch off lottery tickets and losing yet again I'll confess Naruto isn't mine … but only because I don't have the money.
Warnings: shounen-ai, yaoi, boys' love, or whatever you want to call it; if you don't like it then don't read it, it's as simple as that.
I can't believe how short this one-shot turned out to be, especially after all this time of not writing, although I suppose that could be the reason why.
Naruto's Metaphor
The first thing I noticed as I walked outside, other than the unnaturally humid weather, was the high pitched chirping of a number of birds. Smiling, I strolled across the porch and sat down on the edge facing the woods. I let my feet dangle over the side and kicked my shoes off to see how far they would go, feeling like a little kid and wondering why I had bothered to put them on in the first place.
I looked up and studied the scenery of the area, searching for something to pique my interest. My gaze was drawn first to the twisting branches of the trees, bare except for little green buds, and then to the training grounds in the distance, where Sasuke and I used to often spar. Refocusing my line of sight, I turned my attention to a small bird perched on a nearby bush. The bird stopped its shrill, rhythmic chirping and turned to stare at me, and then there was silence as I stared back.
Looking at the tiny creature, a thought suddenly struck my mind: Sasuke was just like a bird.
I leaned forward to examine the bird more closely, in attempt to support my metaphor. Sure, there were the obvious similarities between the two – the bird's dark feathers were the same color as Sasuke's exquisite hair and they both had the uncanny desire to remain completely silent at times.
Yet there was more to it than merely that.
I called to the bird still resting on the nearby bush, trying to bring it closer to me. It made no indication of moving. I tried again, but it only glared and flew off, deciding it wanted nothing more to do with me. Feeling a stabbing at my heart, I realized that too was just like Sasuke.
After all, hadn't he been the one who decided Konoha wasn't good enough for him? That I wasn't good enough for him?
He had desired power, power he felt could not be obtained by staying here in our village, and so when Orochimaru made an offer to teach him, Sasuke didn't refuse. He went away and flew off just like the bird, ignoring my efforts to keep him close.
As I sat musing over the depressing comparison I had made, I suddenly felt a radiating warmth at my side. Arms wrapped around my shoulders and I turned to face Sasuke, changing my mind and deciding that he was not, in fact, the same as the bird. For although the bird was gone and would not be coming back, Sasuke did. After slaughtering Orochimaru, after decapitating Itachi, after all that had happened, Sasuke had returned to the village, and to me.
I leaned against Sasuke's chest, relishing the feeling of his body against mine. He murmured my name and I smiled at the sound of his voice. Pulling me closer and lifting my chin up to his face, he began to plant soft kisses around my neck. I swung my legs up from over the side of the porch and climbed into his lap. No sooner than had I finished changing position, he moved away from my neck and pressed his lips hard against my own. I promptly opened my mouth and responded to the movement of his tongue, until it became necessary for us to part in order to breathe.
And as we got up from the porch and headed inside our home, I felt exceedingly glad that I had been wrong, and that Sasuke was not quite so much like the bird as I'd imagined.
Omg, not only did I kill Itachi, I decapitated him, and for no apparent reason! What kind of Itachi fangirl am I? Gomen, Itachi-sama, I still love you…
On another note, I'm horrendous at thinking up titles.