Disclaimer: Sasuke is not being dragged home by the ass-bow. That in itself should make it obvious that I don't own Naruto.
Warnings: Angst. Post timeskip, possible OOCness, mainverse (plot AU)
What's in a Name
by: Boshoku
"Sasuke?"
Naruto called his friend softly. And as always, there was no response to the name.
He cringed, knowing only one way to attract the raven's attention, but hating all the same. As insignificant as it seemed to others, it just did not sit right with the blond.
"Uchiha-san?"
The head of glossy black hair tilted in his direction, slate gray eyes staring unblinkingly at him.
A shaky sigh emitted from him. Getting him back home was only half the battle.
Just because he was back didn't mean that he still knew himself. Naruto had speculated that neither he, nor his friend, never really remembered or even knew what kind of soul was truly under the flesh and bone of the avenger.
He only responded to the call of his clan's name, now.
Uchiha was what he was known as. What he had become.
But Naruto didn't want Uchiha.
He wanted nothing to do with the clan anymore, save the one sitting listlessly in front of him.
The only one he wanted, the only one they wanted, was Sasuke.
Just because he was back, didn't mean he was home.
Fans served to strengthen flames with gentle strokes of wind sent their way.
But there was only so much a fire could take before it finally sputtered and died.
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Owari.
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A/N: So my crack muse decides to wither away (only temporarily, I hope...) and my angst muse leaves me with this. Odd…
Well, anyways, this does have a chance to become a multi-chaptered work. Not a very big one though. Depends on what kind of inspiration I have to make this as original a plot as possible. Ja ne.