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Welcome to the short story 'Like Ghosts In Snow', SuiSasu(: I couldn't resist writing this! Please enjoy? Primarily in Suigetsu-kun's POV, though certain parts of the story will be in Sasu-chan's. No Sasu-chan POV in this chapter, gomen!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto, the picture or the song.

Anything in bold is important or with emphasis.
This is what thoughts look like.

~LGIS~

FANDOM: Naruto
TITLE: 'Like Ghosts In Snow'
AUTHOR: slasheRR, obviously.
PAIRING: SuiSasu (SuigetsuxSasuke, .homosexual love)
RATING: PG-ish.
LEMON/LIME: Nope!
WARNINGS: Kind of sad, I guess. AU.

~LGIS~

I don't understand why I keep doing this.

Sasuke leans heavily on me, drunk out of his mind. He laughs senselessly, going on about how much fun he was having. He leans in real close, whispering about how he wanted me in bed. His breath is warm on my neck. My stomach twists painfully as I remind myself, He's just drunk. He doesn't mean this. He doesn't mean this, and he never will.

So why do I keep doing this? Why do I rescue him from bars on the weekends when he's had too much to drink and can't think straight, when guys give him lecherous glares and he giggles and laughs and think's it's a game? I figure it doesn't matter much. It won't ever, not really, 'cause I'll keep doing it. He knows that, which is why he does it. He believes it's okay for him to drink copious amounts of liquor- everything from sake to vodka to schnapps- because won't Suigetsu always take him homewhen he's had enough?

I think that's the part I hate the most about this. Him only hanging around me because I kept him from crossing the line of what he considered fun and just partying into the dangerous part. Sure, I hated other things about our near non-existent relationship and there were things I hated about him. I hate that I was so painfully in love with him and he saw me as something to play with. I hate that I was letting this happen to me and l didn't even know why. I hate how heartbreakingly amazing, perfect and manipulative he is. I hate that stupid little smirk he had on his face when he got perfect grades without having to work on it or when he got special treatment because he was an Uchiha.

I walk him outside and lead him to my car, trying to ignore the cold. It was Friday, the last day of school for the next two weeks. Snow falls quietly all around us. Our footsteps crunch in the snow, leaving imprints behind. The tips of his ears and nose are tinged with pink. He was shivering pathetically too, shaking from the cold. The chattering of his teeth and the jingling of my keys were the only sounds as I unlocked my car door. His thin arms are wrapped around himself, trying to keep warm. For a moment, the briefest moment, I can believe that maybe, just maybe, this would be the last time I would need to repeat this cycle. Even so, hoping and praying for something to happen never worked for me. Deep down inside I knew that next weekend I would spend my time rescuing him from the bar, taking him to his house and nursing him back to health until his hangover cleared enough to kick me out.

I get him in the back seat and lay him down across the leather seats. I wouldn't be able to stay the whole night with him this time, because I had to work. Sasuke and I were both still in high school, but I juggled two part time jobs to pay for all that was needed. That included the bills, rent, clothes, food, school supplies and sufficient money for my little brother Mangetsu to go out and do things with his friends. Both of my parents were died about two years ago, when I was fifteen. Since then, it's been up to me to take care of myself and my little brother. I've worked job after job to pay for the things I had, like the decent little house I lived in and the beater car I had.

Which meant that I had little experience in the art of being a teenager, aside from the brief glimpses when I was keeping Sasuke from doing anything bad when he was drunk. He's fucking his kidneys up, but he's ridiculously rich and could pay for medical care. I, however, could not afford that luxury. I couldn't afford more than half-ass medical insurance. So if, Kami forbid, Mangetsu or I got hurt and needed to see a doctor it would cost me about half of my yearly income. Which would be very, very bad news.

I shake those thoughs away. I get behind the wheel of my car, sparing a glance into the backseat to make sure Sasuke was okay. He was fine, his face pressed against the leather. He looks dazed. I let out a small chuckle and return my eyes to the front, throwing the car in reverse. Time to head home.

-TIMESKIP TO MONDAY-

The snow has stopped.

That's the first thing I notice as I leave my house. Granted, there's still about a foot on the ground, but at least there won't be any more added on for a while. I crunch down the pathway leading up to my house towards the streets, getting my keys from my pocket. My fingers shake a little bit from the cold, tinged red. I frown down at them, willing the shaking to stop. I didn't have much extra cash, so it wouldn't be good if I had to cave and buy a set of gloves.

I unlock the door and slip inside, where it's no warmer than outside. I turn the car on and back carefully out of my parking space. Having been raised in an area where it snowed for a good portion of the year, I acquired the skill of driving in winter weather. I was still just as cautious, though, because accidents did happen.

I barely make it to work before I'm late. I work the graveyard shift at the twenty four hour grocery store. Everything was going fine- only three people came through my line (the only line) and there were no disruptive drunks stumbling around. That only happened a couple of times a month, but I would rather not be the one dealing with it. Instead, I chose to use my idle time to do my homework. I was a straight-A student, only so I could get a scholarship and go to college for engineering. It would be hard work, that was for sure, but it yielded a lot of money. I was told by the school counselor that I had the skills for it, too, so that was a bonus.

I suppose it was too early to say that everything was going fine and there were no disruptive drunks stumbling around, because less than a minute after that thought crossed my mind Mangetsu appeared before me. He's pale faced, teetering unsteadily on his feet and looking awfully upset. He was on the cusp of being drunk. I wondered, ever so briefly, exactly how the fuck he made it here when he was smashed and the ground outside was covered in snow. Then he draws my attention away from my internal turmoil by breathing out shakily and whispering, "I hate you."

I roll my eyes. Why did I always get stuck with the drunks? Hell, I was good at dealing with them after being around two for so long, but I would prefer if the important people in my life weren't perpetually intoxicated and I didn't have to deal with those who were. "Mangetsu, I'm at work. Please, please, let's deal with this at home," I beg, knowing my boss was watching. If I didn't get this situation dealt with, I would lose this job.

"No!" Mangetsu insists. "Suigetsu, I fucking hate you!"

"Mangetsu," I warn, letting my voice drop to a deeper level, trying to warn him. "This isn't the time. I get off work in ten minutes. Please just calm down." I look around nervously. There were no customers in sight, just my boss watching the scene with an amused look on his face. What, he thought this was fucking funny?

"No, I won't! You can't tell me what to do! You're the reason Mom and Dad died! I HATE YOU! You're worthless! I wish you were dead! I-"

I snap. "GODDAMMIT MANGETSU, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He blinks at me, shocked at my outburst. I use this opportunity, his rare silence, to continue talking. I needed to get some things through to him. "Just shut up, okay? Look, here's my keys. Go sit your ass out in the car and wait for me. I'll be out in five fuckin' minutes, just stay there. Don't do anything, don't go anywhere. If you need to throw up or something, please try and have the decency to lean out of the window. Now go."

Still looking shocked, he takes the keys and stumbles out of the store. I watch him all the way to the car. He fumbles with the keys a little bit, but he gets the passenger door open and slides inside. He barely manages to do it, but he puts the key in the ignition and turns the car on so the heater was running. Letting out a sigh of relief, I look down at my hands folded over each other, sitting on the plastic countertop. I knew what was coming-

"Such a show," a voice chuckles.

I swallow heavily. "Orochimaru-sama, I'm sorry about him. He's my little brother," I explain feebly. Oh dear Kami please, I can not loose this job.

He laughs. "Oh, dear Suigetsu-kun, it's okay. You like to spend your time around drunks, ne?" He laughs again, turning away. "Your shift is up, you're free to go home. You have tomorrow off, but be here on time Wednesday."

I sigh in relief. I seemed to be partially lucky, right now. I lift my head, turning around to head into the back room and get my things so I could go home, when I come face to face with two people. Uchiha Sasuke and his older brother, Itachi. They were both very sober and had definitely heard the whole exchange.

I laugh nervously, glancing at my feet. "Gomennasai," I murmur, trying to keep my voice from cracking. "That was my little brother. It happens often..." I trail off, feeling extremely awkward. I turn on my heel and walk away from them as fast as I could. I really just needed to get sleep now, and hopefully I would forget about this entire night.

Wishful thinking never really gets me anywhere, though.

~LGIS~

TA-DA.

Here is chapter one. Please enjoy it, review for it and vote for the poll on my page (yaoi pairing suggestions for future fics)! I'd really appreciate it, kiddies 3 I don't know when the next chapter will be out. It will be eventually, though. Oh, and as a side note, I'm also writing a 'MadaPein/PeinMada' short story. That should be out soon! In it, our little Mada-chan is an insanely famous rockstar~ and he's insanely smexy too, lol.