Purple Skies

By: Gothic Lust

Naruto Canon Universe…ish

Sasuke Uchiha/ Naruto Uzumaki

Romance/Drama/Angst

Drabble fic

Rated M

Summary: "Why, Sasuke?" Naruto hissed, his warm breath fogging against the mirrored surface. Strong fingers pressed deep into the flesh of his neck. He fell limp against Sasuke's bare chest as his vision blurred. Large hands picked him up gently, "Why'd you leave me?" Slate eyes, through the haze of Naruto's mind, softened unnoticeably as Sasuke smirked. Naruto watched the voiceless mouth move, lush lips forming words he could not read. His eyes slid closed heavily, and the ghost touch of long fingers brushing hair from his naked forehead was the last of his feint memories of the day Akatsuki finally caught up to him.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Naruto characters or plotline.

Author's Note: So, I'm in the biggest mood for YAOI! Boyxboy! Yay! :D Most especially for Sasuke/Naruto or Sasuke/Neji….Hell, Sasuke/anyone! I'm not too picky right now. My muse went of a Bishie-Binge!

Chapter One:

Prompt: Purple Skies

Words: 428

Purple skies. Naruto reclined on the head of the Fourth Hokage, looking out into the setting sun where the fading light cast a purple and pink glow on the surrounding clouds. His fingers rubbed lightly against the marred surface of an old headband, the embossed leaf symbol split by and angled scar. The setting colors reflected dimly on the surface where Naruto's eyes traced the path of colors across the scar.

"It's been a while," He whispered softly. Slate eyes cut across the mirrored sky on the headband. Naruto glanced behind him, vision blurred by his fear that Sasuke truly wasn't there, that he may have imagined him again. "Sasuke." Naruto sighed softly.

Naruto's vision cleared slowly. Long legs, broad shoulders and a strong back marked by the Uchiwa Fan stood solid upon the mountain. Pale skin, slate eyes and onyx hair, Sasuke appeared to have come from thin air. Wind blew around them, stirring up the leaves and lost memories of their shared past.

Sasuke glanced at him from the corner of his eye, his face turned away from Konoha. Humor of a conversation long forgotten pulled at his lips. Deep and rough, Sasuke's memories got the best of him. "Purple Skies," He smirked.

Naruto didn't breathe life to his questions and insecurities as Sasuke stood there, the closest he'd ever come to Konoha in the three years he'd been missing. He faced forward again, uncertain if he could look at Sasuke without demanding him to answer the million questions he had. Absentmindedly, Naruto brushed his fingers along the scar of Sasuke's old headband. "Yea, weird, huh." He sighed.

"You know," Naruto whispered into the howling wind. He didn't know if Sasuke could hear him clearly, but he couldn't turn around to find out. His throat was dry and unable to raise his voice enough to carry decently to his best friend. "They say, if the skies turn purple, I mean there's no pink or other shit, a curse can be broken."

Sasuke didn't speak. Naruto thought he hadn't heard him, or worse, he'd left him there, speaking stupidly to himself of a long forgotten promise. A warm hand gripped his left shoulder firmly.

"I know, Naruto." Naruto glanced up the forearm into Sasuke's Sharingan. Sasuke's eyes were cold, as if cut from ice on a desolate mountain.

He's lonely, Naruto thought as he watched Sasuke's Teleportation Jutsu take effect. The grip on his shoulder disappeared into flames. The last to go was Sasuke's eyes, as they shut closed slowly, Naruto faintly heard Sasuke whisper, "I know."

I hope you liked that. I'm trying to keep these drabbles short, around 500 words or less.

Feel Free to suggest prompts or themes for the series. :D

Please review! :D

Ps. This has only been edited by me, briefly. If you happen to see any grammatical or plot errors, or whatever, please let me know. :D Thanks.