Pre A.N:
Kirua: Ehh, I guess I'm not doing as well with stuff. Gomen.
Yami: But, do not fear because persistence is rewarded with product.
Kirua: This shall be a SasuNaru fic. My first actually. So treat it with care.
Yami: Oi, on with the fic.
Kirua: Kay...
The Magnet Called Our Fate - Chapter 1: White Flags Can Wave Oh So Miserably Until Someone Comes Along
You know...it all started when we were young. He and I were close and yet distant simultaneously.
Though what stayed the same always was that we cared for one another no matter what.
Even when we went sour, Sasuke Uchiha and I, Naruto Uzumaki were the other's foundation in this vast dangerous world we call reality.
And to be honest I don't regret it.
Here's our story and how we developed in the helix of time.
Konoha Elementary Playground
Naruto Uzumaki, 4, started his first day of kindergarten. He is a very amicable child and loves to talk and play. But of course, it's only when he has gotten used to the others around him and made friends. Sadly, in his shy state, he hasn't made not even one friend. So on a bench in an orange polo and navy blue shorts, he played with a new toy car he got for a gift from his father who doesn't see him much due to business trips. Not expecting anyone to bother him until...
"Vrooom...vrrroom..." Naruto quietly said while his car would drive around the bench, his hand guiding it. The blonde toddler was in his little world till he was knocked out of it. "Hey, you!" One of the older kids called. Naruto looked up and saw a few kids marching up to him. Little shy Naruto grew timid as the group exerted aggression. "...Hi." He said softly as the three stared him down. They started making the poor blonde so uncomfortable, he clutched his toy car tightly and struggled to keep calm. "Who's toy car is that?" The lead boy asked. "It's mine." Naruto replied. happily smiling. "Well I want it." The lead stated. That turned Naruto's smile into a frown. "It's mine though." He said his voice only wavering ever so slightly. "And it's mine now. Take it from him." The lead ordered the other two, both reacting to the order instantly. Naruto struggled to keep his cherished toy, but with two first graders on him, the toddler failed. "See, I have it now." The lead mocked as they gave him the toy after Naruto fell off the bench. "Give it back..." Naruto ordered, his eyes prickling with tears and his cheeks red, puffed out and his fist balled.
"No way! It's ours now." The boy on the left said. "It's not yours! Papa gave that to me yesterday! So...give it back!" Naruto retorted, trying to get his toy car back. The leader being taller than Naruto put one arm up and pushed the blonde away. Naruto was what most would call "Vertically Challenged" due to his height being less than the kids his age. So after six minutes of attempting to get his treasured toy, enduring taunts and esteem-lowering insults, Naruto gave up. Falling to the ground, the blonde toddler wept softly as the trio of first graders walked away with his toy car. The staff failed to recognize his distress but it didn't go unnoticed by a certain raven haired boy.
Sasuke Uchiha, 5, a loner who is advanced for his age watched as the end of Naruto's altercation occurred. Sasuke watched under a nearby tree as the first graders tormented the quite blonde. Seeing that type of behavior from 'upperclassmen' was the reason Sasuke rarely talked to anyone. They don't know how to respect others the way he envisioned it. But seeing the blonde softly weeping on the floor, angered him. He heard that he was new but regardless it didn't seem to fit with Sasuke that the new boy who seemed quite shy and timid to be so sad and upset. So, doing what he felt was best, Sasuke went up to the boys and confronted them. "Hello." He said blatantly. The three scrutinized his appearance. Sasuke had on a navy blue t-shirt and white shorts. "What do you want weirdo?" The leader asked. Dismissing the previous comment, he looked the leader in the eyes and said, "Give his back his toy." Pointing straight at Naruto. "No, this is my toy. That little crybaby can't even get it himself. So why should I give my stuff back to him?" The leader replied. Sasuke's eye twitched. "Alright then. I'll give it back to him." Sasuke said kicking the leader's shin harshly and repeating the same to his lackeys before snatching the car back and watching them hold their shins on the floor. "I will say this once. Leave him alone. He never did a thing to you guys. And if you really want to get me angry, do so again." He stated, his onyx eyes sparkling with a black flame. And with that, he walked towards Naruto.
Still weeping on the floor, Naruto wiped his eyes. Blinking till his vision cleared up, he saw a boy walking towards him. Slightly afraid and yet a little relieved someone has come to help him out, Naruto examined the other as their distance shortened. It seemed interesting to him that the boy was pale, with black eyes and black raven hair. His clothing seemed simple, but nevertheless, this boy was a new person so Naruto was of course nervous beyond comprehension.
When the raven haired boy reached the blonde, they seemed to acknowledge each other, but in a very peculiar way. As if playing charades, they seemed to go into a pantomimed state, simply no words but the actions being conveyed ever so slowly to what would've been us but unbelievably swift for them, contained an overabundance of pith. After, the raven gave the blonde his treasure back, which resulted in the blonde being astonished and overjoyed they sat down and had an introductory conversation.
After learning a bit about each other, Sasuke and Naruto talked about the most random things off the top of their head. This went on till recess was over. When they were going to go to their separate class, Naruto stopped Sasuke. "Susuke...are we friends now?" Naruto asked. "Yes." Sasuke nodded. Naruto's face lit up and he ran to his class as he waved back at Sasuke. Sasuke waved back until it struck him. "Wait...did he just call me Susuke?!"
A.N:
Kirua: Hoped you liked it...
Yami: Don't worry, Hikari. They'll love it.