To Make Obsolete

Death. A small word that means so much. The word I despise so greatly. Mother, Father, and even Ero-senin, are all gone. Taken from my grasp. Their voices, forgotten, now only heard whispered in the winds. Their faces, burned into my mind and in photographs. My fingers ghosted over my cheeks, my marked skin. The whiskered marks of a demon child, a fate, I found worse than death. I was punished for these dreaded marks. Beaten, cursed at, spit upon, bludgeoned, and put down. Even made fun of for being the one who saved their lives. I was supposed to be someone who was known as a real hero. But the leaders had other plans. I was stripped of that as soon as my father died, and I was alone. Even when I grew older, and stronger, I was still an outcast. With my 'friends' and sensei, I gained even more power, but I didn't exploit it. I saved it for the days when they needed it most.

I let out a saddened sigh as I approached the training grounds, kicking up dew and making my shoes and pants damp. I took in the view before me and grimaced. There was Sakura, clinging to Kakashi-sensei. Really disturbing if you ask me. One night of getting her petite body fucked into a hotel mattress by her sensei while he had his mind fogged in a drunken stupor, and she thinks that he loves her. Sad really that even after months of the event, she STILL persisted. And once again, she was whining about him ignoring her scratchy pleas of attention, with his nose in the most delicious thing to him. His beloved Icha Icha ero-novels.

I trudged forward more, my eyebrows stitching together in thought, of how he even tolerated it. I lost all my respect for her, after she repeatedly hit me on the head and lost her virginity to a guy she met on a mission sending messages to and from villages. Quite sad if you ask me. She said she 'loved' Sasuke and that he was the only one for her. Then the next day she said she 'loved' the messenger. Like hell she did. The first time they hooked up, they fucked each other. There was no gentle movements, no 'love' at all. Then he never spoke with her again and she cried, then finally getting over it when she was with a drunken Kakashi and he fucked her. It's just sick if you ask me. I shook my head and looked around. My eyes caught on a teme sitting beneath a tree. Sasuke… his name echoed inside of my skull, heard only by me. I wanted to go walk over to him. Touch him. Make sure that he was really there. I wanted to yell out his name and run to him, embrace him, and never let him go. I shrugged off my thoughts. Of course he was really there. He had to be, that's why Sakura arranged this 'reunion'.

"Aa. Naruto, you made it." Kakashi uttered, finally acknowledging my presence, his single uncovered eye never leaving the lust filled pages of his book. Sakura looked up and jumped up, running towards me. She stopped a few inches from me and took me into her arms. "Naru-kun you made it!" I tried not to gag. Her cotton candy perfume sickly sweet. It was overpowering and grotesque. "Yeah, I did." I said, quickly dislodging myself. She smiled once more and skipped back to Kakashi. What a slut. Her skirt was so short, and her shorts abandoned, that even taking a step would expose her panties, or lack-there-of. Her top was tight, and showed off too much. She honestly looked like a stripper. She took a hold of Kakashi's hand and held it between her breasts. Kakashi paid no notice and his cock didn't even give a slight twitch at her actions.

"Dobe." A low husky voice sounded, making me shiver. 'Dobe' , 'Dead last'. Most people thought of it as an insult. Not me. 'Dobe' was a special nickname just for me. Sasuke didn't call anyone else 'dobe'. A small smile ghosted my lips. "Teme". I said approaching him. 'Teme' was the nickname just for him. His Uchiha pride allowed no one else to utter that word to him as a nick-name, or even at all without a string of curses from the Uchiha prodigy. I walked over and sat down next to him, close enough that I could feel his warmth, but yet not close enough to touch, which is what I truly yearned for.

"Oi, Dobe. Do you want to hang out sometime and catch up?" Sasuke asked, an edge of annoyance laced upon his voice. I looked over to answer finding I couldn't. He had closed his eyes as he rigidly relaxed upon the tree, his dark lashes laid upon his high cheek bones made of the palest porcelain. I sat staring until he opened his eyes, giving me a slight glare in annoyance at my drawn out reply. "Uh wha-what?" I asked, blushing slightly. "Hn. I asked if you wanted to hang out and catch up." He said again, more annoyed than he once was. "Oh, uh, sure." I said, giving one of my best grins. "Whatever." He said, closing his eyes again, and most likely, wishing that we could just leave, go away from Sakura and the training grounds and just go to our own homes.

"Well, sorry I can't stay but I have a 'dolphin' to feed." Kakashi said standing. "There are no missions today so you can either train or go home. I don't much care." Stated, as he poofed away and left smoke where he was once standing. I smirked at that. 'Dolphin' was the nickname given to his lover and soon to be life partner Iruka. Iruka was the closest family I had before Tsunade baa-chan, and Ero-senin. I was glad that Kakashi and Iruka worked out the Sakura issue and got back together. They're a perfect match.

"I can't believe him! He just left me!" Sakura screeched as she pouted. I frowned and started walking to my apartment. "Bye Teme." I said which was replied with a simple, "Hn," from Sasuke himself. The dirt streets smoked as I walked, the chalky dirt drifting into the air. I looked up at the sky which was getting steadily darker and inwardly groaned. I hate rain, it's a bad omen. I walked a tad faster so the rain wouldn't fall on me while I was still walking home and it was in vain for not two seconds later, a single drop pelted me on my cheek, then it started to pour. I slowed my pace again, finding it ridiculous to run or keep going faster, if I was just going to end up getting soaked anyway.

I finally got to my apartment, no, not the small one room apartment, but a decent one. It took me a lot of missions to afford it, but it suited me, and it was the perfect size for someone that was always alone. I grabbed my key from my pocket and un-locked my door, my old habit of leaving my door un-locked abandoned. I opened the door and walked in, kicking my shoes off at the rug and hanging my wet jacket on the hook. Closing the door I shook my head to get some of the water out, and walked to the laundry closet to wash my clothes.

'Sasuke's definitely not coming today, not that he would anyway… He's too stuck-up for me.' I thought as I stripped off my clothes, deposited them, and then turned the machine on and closed the door. I walked into my bathroom and turned on my shower. Steaming water came out as I remembered how I was always graced with freezing water in the mornings. I frowned again and stepped into it and moaning slightly as the warm water pelted onto my tense muscles and worked them out.

Washing the acrid rain off of me, I sighed hollowly. I hurt. No, not like a senbon needle though the arm, or a kunai in my back, an internal pain. I'm missing a piece to the puzzle known as Naruto. I don't know what that even is, but for a guess, I'd say someone that I can call 'mine'. Sure, I have friends, and I gained respect of most of the villagers but it's not enough to fill this void in myself. I sighed again as I picked up the kunai laying on the side of the tub. I sat down and frowned as I sliced it through my wrist shallowly, the gash filling with blood then spilling over onto my legs. The wound healed quickly, and it was replaced with a light pink mark. I made another one, watching it spill over, then heal just like the first. 'Kyuubi, you bastard, why can't you just heal this pain, like you heal these cuts?' I waited a moment for a response, and received none, so I sliced my wrist again, tears forming in my eyes.

"Why can't you fucking heal it?" I screamed, cutting more wounds on my wrists and watching the blood run down. "Why c-can't you j-just make this pain g-go a-way-ay." I broke down, the tears spilled out and mixed with the water from the shower, and the bathtub floor was a pink color from the blood and water mixed on it.

"Dobe what the fuck!" I looked up to see Sasuke's hand knock the kunai out of my hand. "What did you do that for Teme!" I screamed at him, glaring. Sasuke glared equally as fierce, and screamed back, "Because you baka, you were cutting yourself! Now come here!" He grabbed onto my arm and pulled me out of the shower. "Why the fuck would you do something like that Dobe?" His arms wrapped around me, squeezing me. I frowned and I pressed my face in the crook of his neck, closing my eyes and inhaling his scent. The water from my body was soaking into his clothes, making them turn dark from the water. The ache constricted more as the tears flowed more freely down my cheeks. "I hate being alone Sasuke... I hate coming home, and realizing that I've always been alone. I hate having no one there for me when I need it most because they're with their boyfriend, or girlfriend. It sucks so badly." I said between tears, and turned my head away from him. "Oh Dobe, you baka." He said soothingly. "I'm not a baka Teme." I replied.

"No Dobe, you really are." He said as he moved away, and then pressed his lips against mine. My eyes widened in shock as Sasuke's soft lips moved against mine. I had a deer-in-the-headlights look upon my face and I had no idea how to respond. Sasuke pulled away and placed his chin on top of my head. "Dobe, dobe, dobe…." I puffed my cheeks again and sniffed, trying to get my nose to stop dripping.

He reached over and picked up a towel, rubbing the water, tears, and snot off of my face, then rubbed my hair dry. He smiled and I couldn't stop a blush that went across my cheeks making them pink. He almost never smiled… actually I can't even remember him ever smiling at anyone but me. That thought made me… happy? Yeah… happy.

As he rubbed the towel against my body, wiping the droplets of water off, I blushed harder seeing as my body was reacting to the touch. I shook my head and pushed him away. "Sasuke…" I said lightly. "Relax Dobe, I'm just drying you off." He replied as he pulled me to him again and finished wiping me dry.

He got up and picked me up, and didn't say anything even though I was completely naked. He placed me on my bed and went to my dresser pulling out a pair of boxers, and a T-shirt. "Put these on, I'll be on the couch" he said as he walked out and I heard footsteps disappearing. I complied and put them on going to the living room where he was sitting. I sat down at the spot next to him. I was nervous, what was I supposed to say to my best friend who caught me cutting? I sighed… and as I was going to say something, Sasuke started to speak. "Dobe… I know that you're upset, but please, PLEASE, promise me you won't cut anymore. I don't care if Kyuubi can heal the wounds quickly. I don't want to see you get hurt." His voice had a sad tone to it. I gulped. "I… I promise Sasuke…" "Good, because you won't be lonely anymore." I looked at him quizzically, "Really? Why not?"

Sasuke smirked. "Because I love you, and I'm not going to let you be alone, ever again." He kissed me again. 'Sasuke… l-loves me?' "Sas-Sasuke?" I asked, a bit hesitant. "Yes Dobe?" he said as he pulled me to his chest. "… I love you too." I said and nuzzled to his chest. He smirked, and held me tighter till I dosed off shallowly.