Summary: He did not know of his hurt, of course, because he was blinded by his own selfish feelings for her while she was being blinded of her own feelings for him. It was a complicated love triangle. (Sasu(Naru)Sakura)
Warning: Shonenai, het. Angst. Pairings main SasuNaru, onesided NaruSaku, onesided SasuSaku
I do not own Naruto.
Can be interpreted as KakaObiRin.
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Consequences. Of. Love.
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He was his best friend and yet, at the same time, rivals with him.Because he loved her. He loved her eyes, hair, smiles, laughs, pouts…everything. He admired her from afar.
However, she loved him. He was everything she ever wanted in a boyfriend. She knew he was unreachable, but because the forbidden fruit is always so tempting and wanted, she couldn't help falling in love with him. Even though he knew she loved him, he still kept on, offering her comfort as best as he could though she often pushed him away subtly. He would watch her gaze at him with loving and caring eyes, and jealousy would seep through him. But as long as she was happy, he would ignore that fact.
He was a bastard. A bastard with no feelings for people who showed him affection and always thought of himself before others. He would see her blushing for him, and he would ignore her. She would then cry and feel depressed that her love for him was not acknowledged, and he would hate him. Sometimes he would talk to him and tell him to stop being a cold-hearted bastard by shoving her feelings away and downgrading other people. Then he would scoff and tell him to mind his own business.
So then he would open his arms and allow her to cry in them, and he would rub her back and soothe her whimpers and tears away with his words, promising a better future for him and her. Then she would sniff and give him a small smile, thanking him for his company. And her dazzling smile would warm his heart and he wouldn't feel so lonely at all anymore. But then stinging reality would come and take his warmth away and scold him for being so optimistic about her and him.
And then he would start hating him again. But they were friends, and they told each other everything about themselves, so he let the hate reside away in order to preserve his friendship. His cheerfulness and optimism brought into his life gave him a bit of hope into his own life despite the pasts he had. He also knew of his past and his ordeals, and they comforted each other. He laughed with him, brooded with him, talked to him, and yelled at him. And it brought him tenderness to his heart.
But he hated her. She was the center of his life and broke his heart when he would show love to her. She would shatter the twinkle in his eyes and crack the happiness in his smile. And though he would still smile and laugh, the smiles would be false and the laughs lacked their reason. He did not like his friend to be gloomy and lose the spark of life on his face, so he would do the same to her when she tried to show the affection he had showed her and took from him.
But his friend would yell at him and insult him for hurting her. Then his heart broke to see his friend angry at him when he had tried to help him by getting revenge. He would say that he was unsympathetic and merciless to others own feelings, and it would break his heart to the end to hear his friend yell and curse with irritation in his beautiful eyes.
He did not know of his hurt, of course, because he was blinded by his own selfish feelings for her while she was being blinded of her own feelings for him. It was a complicated love triangle.
Until he decided to be kind to her. And her spirits lifted and the loving gleam arrived back into her eyes and he was sad and happy at the same time. Sad, because he had won her heart while he was lagging in the dark with no one to love, but happy, because she was returned the love from him. The yelling at his friend would stop, and he would be grateful for his peace. Yet, he still found that some of the smiles he would give would not have the same brightness whenever he mentioned her and his eyes would have that same unloving sadness.
He didn't know what he was doing wrong, so he forced himself to love her even more to the point of sleeping with her. When he found out, all hopes of him being with her crashed and crumbled like glass. It terribly broke his heart to see her with him, and he hated him even more out of jealousy. But then he told himself that he had no reason to hate him, despite jealously, and he tried to shrug it off.
She was ecstatic about her bond with him and was ever so nice to him, and his heart was temporarily happy for her kindness and returned friendship. The ever so small relationship between them was enough to keep him from sorrow. He still knew of his and her everlasting relationship, but he didn't care as much as long as she was happy.
So all peace was returned to them, all except his.
He did not like the closeness she was edging to him because she was the affection of his love. Despite his jealousy, he wished for his happiness and not of his, as long as he was content. His happiness would bring his.
So to end all of the relationship between him and her, he broke up with her, telling her he had used her and really had no feelings toward her.
And then she cried into his arms once again, feeling unloved and beaten down with the hurtful sting of Love. Tears were soaked onto his clothes, but were ignored as he saw and planted in his mind the glossiness of her eyes that held hurt. The lumping ache in his throat threatened his own tears to fall out on his face, but the heavens did that on its own for him. He thanked God for the downpour that disguised his own weeping along with hers, and he cherished the moment between them as long as he could with her arms around his back and his around hers.
The next day, he punched what could've been the living daylights out of him, and his emotionless eyes made him even more infuriated. He sent out curses at him, hoping he would burn in hell, die a million times, and many more as he lashed out his anger at him for being a cruel and evil man he actually called a 'friend'.
Then temporarily ended the friendship he had between him, and started anew with her. She didn't have as much love as she did with him, he saw, but the effort she was trying to stir out made him extremely glad and giddy. For their pronounced relationship meant they were, not friends, but more than that. He would see the optimism in his façade again, and was content, knowing he was well. But he was not.
Instead, he would harden his looks at her and anyone else who dared talked to him. Even though he would tell him to stop acting like a prick, he would ignore him and hate would start to crawl through the cracks of his heart.
Seeing him like that, she was immensely worried. Still harboring feelings for him, she would try to help coax him out of his demeanor, thinking she could somehow get him to love her again. He would get jealous and insult him, even thought he was once his friend. Somewhere inside of him, he wished back for the friendship he had with him, but couldn't get the chance to talk with his ex-friend.She got incredibly irritated with him, saying he shouldn't insult the one she had used to love, and still loved, and then broke up with him.
He was heartbroken. Not only did he realize he was used the same way he had used her, but that she still loved him after all she had gone through. By this time, he would've gone to talk to him and cry out the sadness in his heart, but he was no longer there for him. And then he was left even more alone with no one.
His life was nothing to him now. He had lost the love of his friend and the love of her. There was no going back now.
He committed suicide, leaving only a note for him to read. And he would read the note, trembling and falling to his knees, begging for forgiveness.
That was the day he regretted for letting his love slip away and the day where he let slip his distaste for others, for he had no feelings to give to others anymore.
He ended his life following him.
The note he had given to her was read once again, and this time, she cried for both of them rather than just him, for they both needed to know her grief and suffering, wondering how dense she was.
Sasuke…
I am sorry for all the things I've done to you ever since we were friends. We are friends forever, Sasuke, for eternity. I shouldn't have yelled you for things you didn't do. I was just jealous…I've always been jealous of you. You always captured the hearts and the idols of many. I wanted to be just like you. You took Sakura's heart, and that's enough to make me hate you. But you're still my friend, and after all the things we've been through, you're like a brother to me. But now that you hate me and Sakura hates me, I don't want to keep up with this life anymore. I have no will to live now that I've lost the love of two people I care most.
I hope we can still be friends when we meet in death.
Naruto
And he scribbled under the note:
I'll always love you till death Naruto.
And she killed herself for being such a fool and making such a mistake as to breaking such a bond. The bond between two friends that could've been lovers. The bond between two people who were so different and yet so alike.
And she ruined it.
She scribbled something on the note too, as her final words on Earth.
And I will always love you both till the end.
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End.
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I'm a crappy sappy writer, so please tell me what you liked, what you didn't like, and what I am to improve on please. Inspired by something my friends went through (they did not commit suicide though) and something I read.
This can also be interpreted as Kakashi, Obito, and Rin love triangle.
Please review and critique. Flames sure welcomed as long as it's witty.
Edit: Gah! I messed up on some parts! Shoot, I'm so sorry!