A Forgotten Love

Chapter One/ Introduction

Snow drifted slowly down from the bleak sky, the large white puffs landing carelessly onto the earth below. The blond boy stuck out his tongue and tilted his head towards the sky, waiting, and then giggling when one of the flakes landed in his eye instead. He rubbed at his watery eye before bending down and grabbing a hand full of snow, flinging his arms out above his head and letting the snow cascade onto his body before falling backwards into the fluff and proceeding to make a snow angel. But then he heard something; it was the familiar creak of the park swing. Getting up, the boy crunched through the snow and around a mass of trees, ending up at the center of the park, directly in front of the swing set.

A certain raven haired boy lazily sat in one of the cold swings, not bothering to actually move his legs but rather let them hang and remained still, the only time he moved was when the icy wind blew his light body back and forth. The blond boy curiously approached the other, who had a far away look in his eye as he stared at the footprints in the snow beneath the swing.

"What are you doing?" the blond asked, his voice like a jingling bell. The raven boy's gaze slowly moved up to meet the other's, who stood a few feet in front of him.

"Nothing." He replied, uninterested.

"Well, you should be doing something." The blond placed his hands on his hips, but a smile was still stretched across his face.

"But I don't want to do anything." The raven stood from his swing only to walk around to the other side and sit back down so that only his back faced the intruding boy. The blond seemed taken aback, his smile was replaced with a confused look as if he couldn't comprehend the idea that a kid wouldn't want to do something.

"Isn't that boring?" he asked the boy's back.

"I'm used to it." The blond stuck out his bottom lip and moved around the swing so that he was facing the other boy once again.

"But you shouldn't be used to it," he complained, but when no reply came from the raven, he had to think about what to say next. "Well, what if you did something fun with me?" he suggested, at this, the raven's head lifted and his eyes glistened ever so slightly with interest.

"Fun, with you?" the raven asked cautiously, as if he hadn't quite heard the other the first time. The blond nodded eagerly, his smile returning. "Like what?" he pondered.

"Oh!" the blond waved his arms in the air, happy that he got the other interested, "We could go sledding or make snow forts and snowmen," he began to jump up and down excitedly, "oh oh and we can even have a snowball fight!" the blond bent over to scoop up a handful of snow and began molding it into a ball as if to show the raven what he meant. But when he looked up at the other boy on the swing, his smile faded once again. The raven's face was contorted in a deep frown, almost a look of disgust even. He shook his head and stood up from the swing.

"That does not sound fun." With that, the boy began to walk away. The blond dropped his pile of snow and looked after the other boy with a sad face, like he had just lost a competition and wouldn't be getting his prize. He stood their, the snow falling around him now making him feel cold, his feet were wet and soaked through his shoes, his fingers were numb, his nose was red and his eyes were glossy with tears that threatened to fall. The raven-haired boy was almost out of sight when the blond finally took a step forward and croaked out, "W-wait!" The raven faltered in his steps and turned his head to look back at the seemingly pitiful blond who was stumbling through the snow to get to him as fast as his short legs could carry him. The raven would have kept walking if it weren't for the sight of the other boy, his face flushed as he puffed out air, a few tears streaking down his chubby cheeks. "D-don't go." He pleaded, clasping his cold hands together almost as if he was praying.

"Why not?" the raven asked bluntly, he had no clue as to why he was still even there, let alone why the other boy wanted him to stay in the freezing outdoors. The blond opened his mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out, he tried again but he couldn't find the words, the third time the only thing that came from his throat was a disgruntled wine. "Tch." The raven turned and continued on his way, but a small hand grasped his shoulder and roughly turned him back around to his surprise. The blond stomped his foot in agitation and puffed out his cheeks.

"Wait a minute and let me think!" the raven was once again taken aback by the blond boy and how he could change moods so fast, but more so of how he could care so much for the raven with only having knowing him for ten minutes. Still though, the raven waited and watched the blonde's face as it switched from agitation to confusion to musing to sadness then to agitation again and finally to happiness, the blond opened his mouth to speak. "Okay, so you don't want to play." A small grin played around the blonde's lips. The raven raised an eyebrow,

"I don't want to do anything." He stated.

"But there is a reason why you came here." The raven blinked and looked up at the bleary sky, the blond had to have been right; there must be some reason as to why he had come all the way to the park when he hated the cold.

"…I guess." The smile grew on the blonde's face when he replied.

"And that's because you're lonely." The raven scowled at this, which made the blonde giggle and press a finger between the raven's eyes, smoothing out the lines that appeared there when he scowled. "But," he continued, his voice now soft, "You don't have to be lonely, because I'll keep you company." The blonde's face stretched into a wide gleaming grin that reached all the way to his ears. The raven's eyes widened and his cheeks flushed a light pink before he shook his head and abruptly took a step forward shoving the blond roughly against the shoulders and knocking him back into the snow. The boy landed with an "oof!" and looked up, shocked and uncertain at the raven who merely glared at him for a split second before turning and leaving, deciding that the blond didn't deserve his presence anymore.

The blond sat in the snow, unmoving, and watched as the raven walked away, his shoulders hunched in anger. The snow began to melt beneath him and soak into his pants making him cold and uncomfortable. He stood and tried to leave as well, to go in the opposite direction of the raven, thinking that he had tried and now he will never have to meet that complicated boy again. But his feet wouldn't move. And his eyes wouldn't leave the receding form of the raven-haired boy. With a hitch in his breath, he began crying, like a pool of tears was unlatched to come flooding out of his eyes and down his cheeks then to the snow below. He cried, loudly.

The raven stopped once again and sighed when he heard the wining of the childish boy behind him. Without looking though, he continued to walk, but as each wine met his ears his feet became heavier and the snow seemed to get thicker until he wasn't moving forward at all. And with a groan, he looked back. His eyes went wide and his stomach flipped, creating a queasy feeling. He didn't like what he saw. The blond boy standing by himself, soaking wet, shivering, and bawling. His hands were in fists beneath his eyes as tears gushed out and sobs came from his open, down turned, mouth. The raven had planned to keep walking, to go home and get warm, to sit in his dark room by himself and do nothing all day and all night, never having another conversation with this idiotic blond boy again. But that didn't happen. The raven, against his will and initial plan, launched forward and rapped himself around the blond, knocking them both to the ground. The raven held the blond to himself as he sat up on his knees, shoving his face into the crook of the smaller boy's neck and tightly squeezing him. The blond hiccupped and wiped his nose on the other's shoulder, grasping at the raven's coat with his hands.

When his sobs finally ceased to sniffles, the raven loosened his hold and leaned back to look at the blond who rubbed at his red eyes. The raven didn't think about what to say, he didn't know if there was anything he should say, instead he just said what he felt was right. Taking the other boy's hand they stood up, the raven tucked both their freezing hands into his coat pocket and turned to look at the blond, "Do you want to come over to my house?" A grin dawned on the blonde's face as he wiped the remaining tears away.

"Yes."

The blonde scowled at the gateway that was soon to separate him and his lover. His gaze intensified the longer he stared at it, as if he was hoping to melt the thing just with the burning heat of his gaze. Beside him a certain raven chuckled, but the blond did not relinquish his gaze. "Dobe, stop glaring over there, you're making the airport attendee nervous." The blonde blinked, his scowl dissolving and his gaze turned to the poor man standing a few feet away from the gate, sweat beading on his bald head as he clasped his hands in front himself nervously. The blonde grinned at the man apologetically before turning to the raven and sticking his lips out in a pout. The raven gave a forced, almost torturous laugh as he brought the blonde in for what seemed like the hundredth hug. But the blond teen didn't mind, instead he drunk in as much of the other as he could, reveling in the feel and the very smell of the other.

"Boys, it's time to go." The raven's father announced from behind the two interlocked lovers. They unwillingly released each other and took a step away so they wouldn't be tempted to dive in for another hug.

"I promise I'll come see you every holiday." The raven grinned optimistically.

"You better, and I'll be waiting." The blonde smiled back as the other was dragged away by his father and practically shoved through the gate. The last the blond heard from his lover was a desperate call that echoed through the airport, "I love you!"

But the blond never heard from his lover again.

And every holiday he would wait for his return.

But the raven never came.

Aaaand there's the first chapter! So this is my first fic in like half a year, I had to stop uploading fics so I could focus on my studies in college but now I'm baaack! So this is a new Sasunaru story, no I will not be referring to Sasuke and Naruto as the blond and the raven for the whole story, that was just for this introduction. I wrote it like this to give you guys the back story and see how you like it. At the beginning they're both like seven or eight years old and in the second part when they're at the airport, they're both like thirteen or fourteen because they're only in Junior High. Don't worry this fic is not depressing at all, it's actually going to be quite funny. Well at least I plan on it being that way, but let me know what you guys think of it so far! Any suggestions for the actually layout? I love hearing from youuuu! Thanks!

DISCLAIMER:I DO NOT OWN NARUTO, any of it's shows, mangas, movies, stories, or characters.