Summary:
Naruto, being an eighteen year-old in his last year of high school has an issue, he is in love with his best friend, Kiba. The two have been friends for years and Kiba has been there to support Naruto through all of the tragedy after his parent's death and Naruto's bullying since he came out of the closet. When Naruto starts to become overwhelmed with his solitude, lack of self-love and his dark emotions what will happen and will he and Kiba find the love they both crave and require.*This takes place in New York City rather than Konoha, Naruto lives in his parents apartment and lives a few blocks from Tsunade(His adoptive mother) and Kiba/Kiba's Family, Naruto does not have scars and I will explain their heritage in the story. To make the story match with the setting, I might change some names for some diversity. Hinata(Hillary), Sakura(Sara), Sasuke(Samuel), Kakashi(Karry), Shikamaru(Sean), Neji(Nate) * Rated M for sexuality(Kibanaru/Narukiba Yaoi) and for some profanity. Warning: I do not own any of the names or song/work titles mentioned only the original plot and characters.
Prologue:
Naruto's POV
I am sitting on my window sill with my cat, Kurama, an orange cat with slender limbs and tail and red tips on his ears and tail. I remember the day I got her as a present from my Granny Tsunade on my ninth birthday. My Granny Tsunade, who was born in Japan but raised here by her German mother and Japanese mother, named him that because he looks like the legendary demon fox. She has been in my life since my childhood, being my father's aunt and my mother's friend she has been a part of my family longer than I had before my parent's death. When my parents died in a car crash outside of the city she was watching me while they were out for the weekend. I was eight years old when it happened… She received a call from the hospital, asking if she was Tsunade Senju and if she knew my parents. I remember her face when she learned that my parents had died, the look of shock and horror. Then she looked at me and the look turned into one of desperation, she tried to avoid weeping in front of me to no avail, and she began to sob there on the floor supporting herself with one arm. I walked over and asked "Granny? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" She looked at me with tears still running down her face and grabbed me in an embrace and she kept on sobbing out one phrase "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She took a few moments to recollect her emotions and put on a brave face before she lifted me up and said "Naruto, we are gonna go to your house and gather your things, you get to sleep over at Aunty Tsunade's place a bit longer." And we did just that, listening to the Beetles on her then current Walkman on the way to my apartment in Manhattan. She sang along to the lyrics of Hey Jude with me as we strode down the side walk and she kept her face calm. We reached the apartment in record time and she sent me off to pack my clothes and things in my big, blue Wilson bag. She went to my parents' room and I could hear her sobbing while I packed and we left after she grabbed the keys and turned off all the lights. Before we exited the apartment for the last time in years, she knelt down to me and she presented me with my father's necklace. It was a pendant of a man's face coming out of the brush called the Green Man and it was looped onto a simple silver chain. She grabbed my hand and we left, walking down the vibrant streets of Manhattan towards my new life. The next day we drove out to Long Island where my parents were going to be buried and we stayed at a nice hotel. She sat me down in a nice chair with her and explained my parents' death to me. That's when I figured out why she was crying so much, and that's when I began to cry myself. I don't remember when I stopped crying, but I do remember waking up with her in that same chair and deciding to never make her sad and to be a good boy for my parents. The funeral was small, with my Mom and Dad's fiends present along with the presence of me, Granny and My Grandpa Jiraiya. It was a gray day in the white and green gardens we were burying them in, there were white birch trees, hydrangea and white rose bushes throughout the grounds of my Grandpa's grounds where we were burying them. My father's best friend and coworker Karry recited their eulogy with Tsunade. I can't remember crying as much as I did on that day.