Everything I Do

Summary – To what extent would someone go for the person they love? Would everything be given up all just for the sake of one person only? Naruto Uzumaki is believed to be the most loyal shinobi that Konoha can ever ask for. However, the title of the most unpredictable ninja is not given to him for nothing. Yaoi. SasuNaruSasu.

Pairing – Sasuke/Naruto

Warning – Yaoi. Don't like then please don't read. But do not flame me for this.

Disclaimer – I do not own Naruto. If I did I wouldn't be struggling with money and college right now.

Now that the formalities are done, let's begin!

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Prologue

"Are you sure that it's enough to hold him?" A soft yet stern voice asked looking at the unconscious boy.

"Yes I am sure. There is no way he will manage to break off these restraints especially after such a fight." Another voice replied. This time the voice was calm and commanding.

White eyes looked up at the sky and stared at the moon. It was a beautiful full moon shining down brightly at them. Summer nights had never been as pleasant as this night. Had it been some other night, the boy with the white eyes would had relaxed and spent the night outside thinking about his life, his goals and maybe fate. But then again he had broken that particular habit of his to think about fate because of a certain blond. It was harmful the way he had allowed his every beliefs, actions and thoughts to be completely controlled by fate. However, this was no ordinary night. They had just completed a very important mission and the status of the mission needed to be reported as soon as possible. The mission may be a success but it was far from over. He got off lucky with just his shoulder being dislocated, a bruised lung and a couple of broken ribs. He winced at the pain as he shifted towards to the left, suddenly getting reminded of the battle they had just fought.

Another pair of eyes stared at him in curiosity. They were dark and almost as black as the night sky itself.

"I thought you said that you're alright." The boy stated flatly. His voice did not give away what kind of a facial expression the boy was adorning behind the mask but it would not make a difference even if the mask was not there. The boy was flawless in covering up his emotions to those around him because of his training in ROOT.

"I am." He growled in annoyance.

"But according to the books I had read long before, it was written that people usually lie about their physical pain in order to not..."

"I don't care about what those books wrote. I thought you have gotten over that habit of yours by now." The boy with the white eyes growled in annoyance at his companion before turning away. The last thing he needed was someone pitying him for his injuries due to his own carelessness.

"Troublesome. If you two are done bickering can we get going now?" A voice lazily called out to them in a mocked manner.

"Indeed." Another voice spoke out snapping the boys into attention as he flicked the butt-end of the cigarette away. "We should leave now before the rest of the sannin's reinforcements arrive."

'Damn I'm already out of cigarettes.' The man sighed in realisation when he checked his pockets. Shoving his hands into his trousers' pockets, he walked towards the mission leader who was crouching down next to their prisoner. "So how do you suggest we carry him?"

"The old fashion way. I'll carry him first and after that we'll take turns as much as our body can withstand. I know we're in no condition to even move let alone carry someone but this is unavoidable. We mustn't waste any more time. Let's go." One eye suspiciously stared at the unconscious body in front of him. Never in his whole life did he expect his ex-student to be almost at par with him so easily in such a short span of time. The plan was simple but carrying out the act was more difficult than he had anticipated. The five of them fought with everything they got and they had won by a fairly thin margin. Had he been alone he would not have lasted for another ten more minutes.

'No doubt the curse seal had aided him in battle a few minutes ago. But no matter, I think I am losing my touch. Getting rusty is not an excuse for a shinobi and will easily get me killed next time.' He picked up his former student as gently as he could, avoiding the burned skin that covered most of the body. When the body felt secured enough in his arms he nodded to his comrades there with him and headed towards the direction they needed to travel.

"How do you think he will react if he finds out about our mission?" Dark eyes eyed the other boy sporting a ponytail with curiosity. They need not discuss who it was that they were talking about. It was plain obvious that out of everyone in the village it would be him who would be affected by the mission the most.

"I don't know. That's why we have to make sure that he doesn't find out no matter how troublesome it may be." The boy with the spiky hair stared up at the moon like his comrade had done earlier. He needed to get his wounds looked at as soon as possible. Although the wounds were not as bad as his companion, most of the exposed skin were burned very badly making his movements stiff and uncoordinated.

"Dickless won't be too happy about it I'm sure." The corners of the pale boy's dark eyes crinkled up slightly behind the mask at the small smile he gave to ease the tense atmosphere around them. Long gone were the days of fake smiles and fake manners not that anyone really care besides the boy currently on their topic. His comrade just sighed at the name assigned to the blond. One thing was certain though. It would be chaotic and really troublesome if the blond ball of sunshine found out the truth about whatever was going on.

"Let's just go." He said in a tired tone and hurriedly left in the direction their leader went wincing at the pain the movement created.

The boy with dark eyes didn't immediately follow but only stared at the departure of his comrade. He never really understood the whole concept of keeping the mission quiet and hiding the entire ordeal especially from his blond friend. Sure, everyone had made it clear that everything was done in order to protect the blond but it still did not make any sense. If by chance the blond found out then what? That would really make things messier than they were supposed to be.

Also weren't they all friends? And according to what he was taught by the blond about the different kinds of relationships, secrets should never be there no matter how bad they may be. It was harmful and would only create a rift between friends especially after they find out the truth. He felt strange and there was a sort of a nausea feeling at the thought of the blond getting angry at him. But he was ordered to keep quiet and for the sake of the mission he could not do much about it or he would be facing severe consequences. He only hoped his blond friend would forgive him. After all it was his friend that saved and changed him into a better person. It was his friend that taught him how to feel emotions that he never thought existed. He owed the blond a lot for saving him from a life in which he was taught to only be a weapon wielded to perfection. Sure, he still had a long journey ahead when it comes to understanding human nature but the progress he made was quite good under the guidance of the blond.

'I hope you will forgive me.' The boy reached into his pocket and pulled out a small little book which contained his sketches. He flipped the pages directly to the last page where an incomplete sketch adorned the page. The boy slowly ran his fingers across the page trailing the faint outline of the characters there.

'I really hope you will.'

The black hair boy snapped the book shut and with that thought he went after the people that left shortly a few minutes before him.

Alright so first chapter is done. I'd love to hear whatever you all think about the story so far. It's going to be a long one. Anyways, if you have any questions or whatsoever I would love to answer them. Hope you all like it!