Disclaimer. Yes. If I owned Naruto then that means I rule the world. Anddddd look, I don't. Poop. DDDx

Warning. Boy's Love. Yaoi. This isn't your normal Naruto gig, this is Yaoi fic for SasuNaru lovers. Beat it if you no likey. You have been warned.

Me Notes. So yeah, this is edited by a dear friend of mine. She's not a fan of Yaoi but hey, she still did a heck of editing :)))). Loads of thanks to rosesandtulips. Oh. And don't tell her I told you her username. She disowns me as her friend and doesn't want my fan-girl-syndrome-for-all-things-Yaoi to rub on her. LOL

Desperate Confession

Chapter One

Once, a black hawk lost its way out of the city and into a little open meadow; and there he saw a little orange kitten playing with another kitty pink in colour. The former one kept on meowing and meowing, having such a good time with its playmate. He kept on smiling so sincerely and so very happily as he and his playmate enjoyed the things they were doing. Ah but then time had passed and sunset finally came for them, the pink little kitty had to say farewell now and right after, she left the other all alone. The orange kitten became sad when his playmate left him but after a while, he smiled and thought to himself 'Until tomorrow.' And he then let the flowers be his playmate. The black hawk stayed and he watched the kitten, a smile forming his own face. Since then, the hawk came every single day and kept a watchful eye for the orange kitten alone as it did nothing but play on the open meadow with his little pink playmate. Soon, the hawk tried to get the orange one's attention, but no matter how he tried; the kitten would just not notice him. He only had eyes for his little kit and that made the hawk feel something very bitter and once, he growled ever so loud that the two kitten playing on the grassy field had looked up to the sounds direction and saw a black hawk attacking them. It would have been alright for the orange one if he was the only one to get hurt but for a reason he does not know, the hawk only attacked the pink little kitty and she began crying over her light wounds. The orange kitten attempted to fight back for he did not want to get his playmate hurt any more that she was, ah but he was so small, so very out of experience at doing such things, but then he put that thought aside and he really did try his best. The pink kitten on the other hand had stopped weeping when the hawk met her emerald eyes. Alas, the brave little kitten had scratched one of the hawk's wings, and it made the hawk stop to look at him. Then he flew away, what a mess he had done! From then on, the black hawk simply watched him from a far, completely hidden and out of sight, how the hawk loved the orange little kitten, but he was in love with his playmate. And somewhere in between, the hawk felt badly for his beloved for the one he loves had fallen for him.

There seem to be a huge rock stuck in his throat as he struggled with the words he desperately wanted to say for quite a long time now. But even with just his self in the bathroom, saying it seriously – or even just saying it – was just so hard to do knowing what the possible risks may be, and yet here he was practicing with an unbearable urge to let those words slid out of from his lips intending to sound ever so serious as to express how he felt, and looking just as such for that matter. Ah but what had he had been getting so far? Every time he gets serious in front of the mirror and starts to say it, her image run through his mind and he immediately turns red as her beautiful smile appears on her fair face. He always ends up being too embarrassed to the point of him not being able to think straight and all he could manage to do is watch her. Just watch her.

For someone who had a lot of confidence in his self, he really had been doubtful, not to mention afraid, about the things he had been thinking of doing which, so far, had been ruined in just a blink of an eye. And in another blink of an eye, everything up until now can be ruined as well. She might ignore him after that, she might stop being his friend or even worse, Sakura might hate him! The former would be alright if he had to choose, he thought as he slapped his cheeks with his hands. Whatever happens though, he had already decided to do this at any cost. Well, he has too, it has been years now, and if he doesn't let the words out, he'll explode.

Sighing, the young man ran his fingers through his disheveled blonde hair and, sighing once again, grabbed his body bag that hanged by the towel rack before running out of the bathroom and leaving the little apartment he had been ever since childhood. He'll head off to the university.

Now the blonde didn't really have to go to the university this day, he didn't have any class to attend to during Tuesday, but he'll go for a different reason this time; and after all, having to convince Sakura out on her last day in Konoha wasn't that easy to do even if he was her childhood friend. She had a lot of things to finish and that made the blonde wonder on the reactions she'll come out with after he finally say it.

Hopefully, it'll be good and she'll smile at him just like she always does.

The warm rays of the sun hit his face as soon as he got to the gates of the goodness it was a warm sunny day, a rather perfect weather in the middle of spring. He turned his blonde head from left to right, and right and left, his blue eyes scanning the familiar premises of the school and after seeing the different people go in and out of the buildings all chatting and murmurings things he really didn't care about, the blonde frowned. Morning class had ended and the ones in the afternoon are about to start, and the students the university has are all coming out of nowhere, but as many as they are, the blonde can't simply find the one he was so very eager yet afraid to find. He scratched his sun kissed cheek with a finger, a pile of thoughts bubbling up about the possible things or places the pink haired girl could be doing or staying for the matter, and then he blinked as an idea passed his mind, the library. Sakura wanted to be a doctor, and since she's like the top notch-er in her class, he thought, she might be staying to the library saying goodbye to her little pals or something. That girl is, after all, a bookworm.

And there he ran off as fast as his legs could manage, to the library!

Ah, but when he reached the place, there was none at sight, even the librarian was out. The library door was open and yet not a student was around. He walked inside and found a sign in the librarian counter saying 'Out on Break'. That made him laugh, are the people not concerned if the books got stolen?

The blonde smiled to himself right after. The library was one of the many places he would not ever forget, this was the place where he often sleeps, and Sakura would do all the trouble of waking him up and then teaching him a few things. One of the librarians, the one named Shikamaru, was also one of his dearest friends. The two usually sleeps here and gets punished right after; they were always the ones who put the books back to their proper shelves before leaving for home.

After a few minutes of reminiscing, he heard a familiar voice murmuring soft words and he quickly turned to the side where it was coming from. There in the far end of the room was an open window, and right in front of his eyes, a very, very familiar pink haired passed by. Suddenly, the blonde became tensed, but it was only for a moment for he had dashed for the window, shouting a single word. "Wait!"

"WAIT!" He repeated as he reached for the window. It's now or never, he should just as much as say it, and for sure hell, he will. And now, as he finally reached it, he shut his blue orbs as tight as he can and leaned at the window still, his head passing through the frame. He took a deep breathe, once, twice, and began "I…" And he tried hard to open his eyes as the longed words finally slid out of his lips.

"I love you!"

Well, he did it, and now, slowly, he opened his eyes. And he looked up.

He had confessed his feeling, that's something.

He had expressed it with all his heart, that's another.

He had did want he had longed for a very long time, and that is another one.

And this too, is another thing he will remember as he froze.

"Naruto," he heard. The blonde blinked, and even shook his head just to prove that everything was nothing but a mere dream…no, not a dream, a nightmare. But it wasn't. It was real. There in front of him, if his eyes were really, really not playing with him, sat a pale young man about his age, with dark eyes and hair that often resembles the feathers of a raven. And a duck butt.

He gulped. "Sa…Sasuke?"

Sasuke! The Sasuke Uchiha was there! He sat at the base of a huge oak tree that shaded some parts of the library, a forgotten mobile phone on his right hand and a book that was close to falling on the other. The young student had a surprise look printed on his face as if not believing everything that he had just heard, his perfect lips fell into a little gape and he looked at the blonde student with questioning eyes. And out of a blue, the spell faded, and the raven haired smiled. It was somewhat a very different smile, the other thought, for the blonde had felt something swell in his chest; it was really the very first time Naruto had seen that kind of warm smile on his face and oh, how his heart began pounding!

He shook his head hard and tried hard to breathe normally, which to say so, was a hard thing to do for his chest is hurting so badly. He took a deep breath and closed his orbs. As he had calmed down, he opened his eyes and was about to speak and tell him that it was a mistake if it wasn't for the fact that that something awfully foreign made its way through his heart. He can't speak!

Sasuke was there! He had a warm and soft smile that was really unlike him!

And there was this very weird and foreign feeling that partnered him! It was in his chest and damn it, he can't explain or understand what it is!

That was not good.

It was definitely not something people should categorize as good.

Naruto didn't really get along with that young Uchiha. Somehow, he always felt that the other student was his natural born enemy in their own twisted way. The blonde didn't know why but he, again, always feel as though the raven haired had this big hatred towards him. Well, who wouldn't?

He was the ever so famous Sasuke Uchiha, eighteen years old of age, currently taking up law as his major for human resources, and bachelor of science in psychology as well, though many had wondered how he can always be the best in all his classes and still be one of the very best athlete in the whole university while looking so breathtakingly perfect all the time, he was obsessively loved. The raven is filthy rich. He had handsome bordered on his effeminate beauty. He's cunning. Clever. A genius! It was true that he's a bit antisocial, always preferring to be alone or to be accompanied by a good book, and that he always ignore all those who desperately wanted to get his attention, often glares at everyone including the teachers, he was still loved. Even after those cruel things, he was still famous. Naruto had no problems with that back then but then he noticed: it was always differently bad when it comes to him. It's worse than worst when the blonde is involve. Sasuke is extremely cold towards him. Sure he glares at everyone including him, but he doesn't say harsh words that somehow, makes Naruto angry that he may think of doing something he'll regret, cry.

He really had no idea why he is being treated so very, very, very cruelly.

"Are my ears playing tricks on me now?" The raven head's voice came out sarcastically.

"Th..That's...That's..." He's blushing. Why was he blushing? "Wait!"

Naruto shook his head. Withdrawing his blonde head from the window frame, he headed to the door running. He must tell him it's a misunderstanding! He'll say it! Face to face!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He kept on cursing, his eyes fixed on the floor as his pace became faster. Why is he taking such a long time reaching the door? He was sure he was close to the door by now, yet, he stopped. He looked up and there was a girl, the very girl he had been looking for all the time appeared suddenly at the door he had been trying to reach. Her face was gloomy and her beautiful emerald eyes were full of tears. She didn't seem to notice the young blonde for she had her eyes locked at the floor as her hands covered her mouth to hush her weeping even for just a little.

"Sakura-chan," came Naruto's voice, so soft and gentle, trying to understand something that he don't know.

The pink haired girl looked up to him, tears still falling rapidly down her cheeks. "Na...Naruto..." she cried as she ran to embrace her friend. "Oh Naruto!"She cried and cried at the man's arms.

"What's the matter?" He asked after a while, seeing as the girl had calmed down a bit.

"Sa...su...ke..." Sakura manage to mumble out. Now, she was trying hard to hold her tears. "Sa...Sasuke...he..."

The tears had began to fall again. Not once Naruto had seen his childhood friend cry as hard as this before, and not once did he ever saw her turn down her head from the embarrassment of crying. "I...I only said...I only said I love him! But...but...then he glared...he glared at me!" She cried, "I held my tears and he...Sasuke said...he said he...already love someone! Oh Naruto!" Sakura said between her muffled cries. "He rejected me! What makes the girl Sasuke loves better than me? What makes her so great huh Naruto? Tell me. Please tell me. Tell me!"

It sank. Naruto sighed softly as he felt his heart sank. "It's alright Sakura-chan. It's alright."

He let her cry until her tears had ran dry, and when she finally stopped weeping, her emerald eyes became dyed with pale red, a little darker of colour compared to her face. She rubbed those eyes and took the handkerchief offered by the blonde.

"I'm sorry Naruto." She apologized after a while. "It was wrong of me to let it out on you."

"I told you, it's alright. Now come on." He smiled, both of sweetness and bitterness. "I'll take you home."

The pink haired nodded in agreement and the two headed out. The Haruno's residence wasn't that far from the university so they walked, and maybe it was because walking seemed to be the right thing to do at the moment. Who knows, it might help her in some way or another.

The two walked in a comforting silence. Without any of them noticing it, they suddenly found their selves standing at the Haruno's gate. Naruto broke the silence. "Do you...Sakura-chan, do you really love that bastard?"

She looked up to him, her face brightening up. Smiling, she nodded.

Now, Naruto's world crumbled.

"Don't worry about it, I'll be leaving anyway." Sakura sighed. "Naruto, tomorrow's my flight, you know that already. See me off alright?"

He shook his head. "Sorry, I can't."

"I know. I was just joking." Then the pink haired smile at him, bowing her head in gratitude for everything he had done, Sakura then turned her back to him as she opened their gates and enter her home.

"Sakura."

She stopped and glanced at him. "Hm?"

Naruto smiled brightly and gave a small wave of one hand. "Have a safe trip."

And I love you. Sayonara.