This is my third fanfic. Hell yeah! Please do not flame (I do not find a reason for it so you better not either). I apologize for the possible misspellings and other errors. (Twoshot)

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Pairing: Sasuke x Naruto / Naruto x Sasuke

Summary[My third fanfic! After so many years he comes back with a lingering hope for something. Is it wise to share a bed after an awkward welcoming party? How one repairs the damage done[SasuNaru, twoshot, rated M for SEX Feel free to review!

Disclaimer: I have no rights over the characters or what so ever (do not sue me Mr. Kishimoto), I am just loaning them and returning to the rightful owner (Mr. Kishimoto).

TRUE COLOURS

He was back after so many years of searching and worrying in vain. He had changed. They had changed. He was not even sure why he ever came back. Perhaps the reason was that he had accomplished his purpose for living. No red clouds, no snakes, no relatives. Actually it had not been just him but he did not really care. He was just a part of a larger picture, a catalyst. Without him there was no victory, but at what cost…

Now he was just empty. Maybe to fulfil his life to a some degree was the odd reason to come back. It was his home after all. Or it used to be at least. Perhaps he just wanted to meet that certain person again. The person he hurt the most. He could have told the truth but was too proud to involve anybody into his screwed up world. He needed an escape route.

Seeing him...just once would be fine and he would die gladly after that. Some sort of forgiveness. He needed it; he wanted it to wash away those sins. It was a wonder he was still alive. Perhaps faith was cruel or just wanted to give him one last chance to meet the one and only friend he ever had.

After pondering awhile, he came to a conclusion that it would be a reason good enough. Even though, the said person would not want to have anything to do with him. Mere sight would be enough. He did not want to die hated and not remembered. He wanted someone to miss him. Even a little.

Sasuke's POV

I see the familiar gates of Konoha and the air smells like early September. I hear the sand crackle under my feet as I walk in slow pace through the gates. Home. I taste the word in my mouth but it just smothers away never leaving anything behind. Instead of a flow of happiness, I feel sadness.

Those years were not in vain, but now they simply feel utterly useless. Why did I ever leave? Did I gain the power? What was I really after?

I am more powerful than I ever was and yet I do not know whether it satisfies me or not. It is not easy to walk on this route here everything being so familiar and distant at the same time. I see places where I used to train with my friends, enjoy their company, and felt them as my family. Over that family, I chose revenge. I wanted to escape the feelings in me, I wanted to hate forever and I do not have anything to hate anymore.

Sigh. Now I know why love and hate are the opposite and yet the same. You need both to feel complete and I just do not have either.

People stare at me but they do not dare to say anything. I hear whispers of distant voices and I hope someone would just crab my shoulder. I have no disease, I am like you. I just needed more time to figure it out. No familiar faces, only people I have not ever seen in my life. I do not look at anyone and I keep walking towards the main building. All those faces follow me but keep distance for safety.

I enter the room where the Hokage sits behind her table. She follows me with her eyes but does not say anything. The room is perfectly quiet until she stands up and walks towards me. She pats my shoulder and welcomes me back with a low voice. I can hear through her voice that she is smiling at me. I nod faintly and keep my composure.

She is now more relaxed since she is sure that I never switched sides. I just did what I had to and my knowledge was of great help to her and her minions. Minions, I snicker to myself. He has become one by now. I wonder how much he has changed over the years.

Suddenly my pondering is cut trough. She says that maybe I am wondering how he is doing. I am kind of amazed that she new what I was thinking but then again it might have been obvious. 6 years is a long period of time. Her smile is faint and a bit of sad. He is an ANBU now and the best one too. She laughs awkwardly and adds that it is all because of me. She says that it is something born out of a friendship. The desire to save your soul mate. Her words twist my insides.

I stand still and decide to leave. At the door she says that I cannot rush things. He needs time. I know that. I go to my house, the one where I used to live and where I grew up until I lost everything. I take off the covers from the furniture and sweep off the dust. I undress myself and take a shower.

The water feels so purifying after the long journey and I close my eyes. The water washes off the stains and the dirt. I dry myself with a towel and look at myself in the mirror. I am slim as if I have not had anything to eat. My hair is dark and longer than usual. The skin is pale but the muscles are well formed; I almost look like a cheetah. 21 years are watching me back from the mirror.

Naruto's POV

As if the world had come to an end. The day had started like any other day. I came back from my mission sweating like a pig. All I think about now is my bed and not the report Iknow I have to write. It can wait.

I drag my feet through the streets and I notice something. I cannot put my finger on it but the whole city is charged. People are eyeing me and they avoid my gaze. I am too tired to ponder what the reason is for it. I am near the main building. At last. I walk rigidly into the Hokage's office.

Something is definitely wrong. I can feel it in my bones. I step into the room without knocking and I see her sitting and chatting quietly with Sakura and Kakashi. They all fall quiet when they see me. They look at me with concern in their eyes and I know what is wrong. He has come back. Fuck. I am not capable to deal with it in my current state. I keep my composure although it is obvious that I am stiff as a log. Tsunade keeps her eyes on me and Sakura walks pass me laying her palm on my shoulder and giving a firm squeeze. I am the only one who did not know.

I run to my house and lock the door. I am huffing and puffing. I stay locked in my apartment. I do not want people feeling sorry for me, pity me. He left as he came back; without a word. I want to adjust myself so that I would not kill him. He is here and I cannot do anything about it.

I am happy that my loved ones know me and do not bother. They know I need time to collect myself. After that I can face him without grudge. I do not want to hurt my friends by picking a fight with the bastard. I am supposedly a grown up. I want to find my peace so I can ask him to go and fuck himself. I need to get rid of this anger. Perhaps then I can find it in my heart to forgive him.

After weeks of solitude Naruto stepped outside and inhaled the fresh air. The Hokage was understanding and did not ask anything of him. He had already proved his worth. He ran to her office just because he felt like it. Tsunade smiled as he walked into her room, which was as messy as ever.

She scratched her head and gave him an envelope. She asked to open it. Naruto read it and reread it. An invitation. Whole Konoha was throwing a welcoming party for the asshole. He knew this was coming. Tsunade was looking at him with worry in her eyes. She did not want him to snap nor feel angry.

He just folded the paper and snickered a little. She was a bit confused because of the reaction. He said that it was okay. He was a grown up after all. Although it did not mean he would stop calling the stupid guy an idiot. Before leaving the room he added that in the end friendships do not die so easily and then he closed the door hoping that he was right.

The party was thrown in Sakura's new place which her parents had bought for her as a graduation gift. Naruto was not sure whether he would go or not. He stood before a mirror watching himself closely. He really did look good. All those years training and building up muscle had paid off. He was slender and athletic. His hair was longer yet still a mess.

He decided to wear his black tight jeans and a wife beater with his necklace he had received from the bastard so many years ago. He did not want to show it off or anything, he just wore it always. It had become a habit. He tucked it inside his top and put his snickers on. Then he started heading for the party location.

Sasuke's POV

I never liked parties or anything. I am a bit antisocial and I like to keep things to myself. I had come to a conclusion that I owed this for the city and its inhabitants. I also hoped that I would meet my former best friend and see where we would stand now.

I have come here early partly because I am the reason for all this and partly because I am nervous. I am afraid he will ignore me. Then I have absolutely nothing. Why did not I think about that before I left – because I was sure I would end up dead. I did not want to burden anyone. Now it is just awkward. Stupid me.

I decided to wear black leather pants that rustle a little when I walk. I also have a tight black sleeveless shirt on me. People pat my shoulders and talk to me. They do not seem to be bothered by the fact that I do not reply. I am scanning the room for one specific guy I cannot locate.

I am happy that so many people remember me but I am quite sure they are not totally sincere with their appraisals. I see girls eyeing me with faint blushes, giggling and straightening their dresses. I am stiff as hell until Sakura appears next to me, slightly behind.

I do not turn, I do not need to. She says that he is not here yet. I do not answer. She understands. I put my weight on my other leg and lean against the wall. She comes so near me I can feel her breath against my neck. She whispers to my ear that I cannot even guess how he has changed, not even in my wildest dreams. She continues that if I ever hurt him again she will break my legs. I sneer slightly and yet I am a bit surprised. I can hear her smiling. She brushes her hair off her forehead and laughs lightly and them I am alone again.

The door opens and I can hear people greeting someone. The said person fills the room with laughter and enters the room. I know that laughter; I have heard it thousand times before. I hold my breath.

He is standing before my eyes. My eyes lock with his and I can see that the happiness disappears as fast as a falling star. The room is full of noises but I do not hear anything. Our moment is still and even the air does not quiver. I feel that the time is a space between us like a barrier.

He breaks the spell by flashing a little smile and walks past me touching my arm ever so slightly. My skin burns. I gape for air. He is stunning. Never knew that the boy from years ago would grow up to be such a stud. I feel myself inferior somehow. I did not notice that Sakura was leaning against the bathroom door the whole time. She laughs and says that she did say so. I grunt.