Disclaimer: The story is based on Naruto and "When Somebody Loved Me" a song from Toy Story 2, neither of which I own. I had to change couple of words in the song to fit better, though, so sorry about that. ^-^'

The raven looked out across the field he was currently sharing with friends and their wise teacher. Not for the first time, he allowed his thoughts to wander to someone he once associated with years prior. He'd thought they'd been close, but for many years now he'd wondered if the bond they'd shared was some fantastical dream that he had allowed himself to be deluded with. Had he ever truly known him?

When somebody loved me

Everything was beautiful;

He couldn't deny that swimming in the peripheral vision of his subconscious were thoughts and memories pertaining to the older male. Every memory seemed to display the happier days of his youth spent with the boy. Somehow he knew no matter how much hate he allowed into his heart for the boy: those scenes could neither be erased, nor eradicated, nor forgotten.

Every hour we spent together

Lives within my heart.

Of course, everyone had their "off" days, and the man haunting his current sentiments was no exception to that unspoken, unguarded rule- and the younger boy wasn't either. When either would feel particularly emotional or vulnerable, the other would be the stabilizing support or balance one needed when they cried of felt uncharacteristically happy.

And when he was sad

I was there to dry his tears,

And when he was happy, so was I

When he loved me.

The other and he had had many great times together come rain or shine, or season changes- they could virtually be found with one another.

Through the summer and the fall

We had each other- that was all.

Just he and I together

Like it was meant to be.

When he'd come home after a tough day weary and sorrowful over what had had to be done, the youngest raven would look into the face above his and remind him that he was as loved as the wonderful person the younger had always seen in him. The elder would then smile, showing his love and appreciation for the boy in front of him, and they would soon laugh and spend the waning evening hours they had left to pass together.

And when he was lonely

I was there to comfort him

And I knew that he loved me.

But that had been long ago; before everything between them had changed the both of them for the worst.

So the years went by-

I stayed the same,

But he began to drift away;

I was left alone.

Still, years later, he continued to hope and long for their relationship to be made whole, for the two to become one once more. He needed someone to live for, to die for, as he would have the other male. He'd never felt so alone and without a purpose, placing aside the destructive and deadly destiny put into place by the man so like him. He didn't want to hate anymore- his friends had shown him that. He only needed to be loved once more, to feel loved once more.

He needed him.

Still, I waited for the day

When he'd say: "I will always love you."

Lonely and forgotten,

Never thought he'd look my way,

Even now, on occasion, his aspirations never seemed far enough out of reach to keep the other raven away for long. He'd made that clear everything had changed between the one he loved and him. Also, the day that the eldest of two had intended to take the best friend the younger had ever truly felt he'd made, instead of just finishing the dark business he'd begun with the onyx-moonlight-featured youth so many years ago.

And he smiled at me and held me

Just like he used to do.

The older male he'd always admired had taken away everything the teenaged orphan had held dear. Yet, as selfish as it was, he knew that if the former returned to him, he would be content and relieved in giving up his unwillingly chosen path for vengeance. As long as he could see those eyes gaze at his own, even if it was only one last time. He needed to see in them the expressions they once held.

Like he loved me,

When he loved me.

But the adolescent had been foolish and wrong in his assumptions that anything good and wonderful could spring from a relationship such as the one they shared, that he'd understood how the elder thought, had felt, had loved him.

When somebody loved me

Everything was beautiful;

Every hour we spent together

Lives within my heart-

He'd never truly the other yet even more disturbing to his frame of mind was the thought that even as he sought out the other's destruction, cruel Fate had played out the younger's cards and had handed the reigns and control of his to the eldest's eager hands. For every thought, every action, every breath he circulated through his wretched body. They were all derived from the never-ending theater in his mind's eye recounting visions of what he other had done, whether those thoughts stemmed from a child's ignorant love or from an or orphan's scathing hatred, nothing he did was without a preceding thought of the other in some way.

The young avenger knew that even when all was said and done and one had taken the life of the other forever, the one he'd trusted, loved, and finally despised the most was the heart of it all. The elder one would always be on his mind until forever sank to oblivion- his brother would always and forever be the winner, no matter what the ultimate outcome.

When he loved me.