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A/N: Ok just so you know for this story to work lets imagine that Kisame killed Itachi.

I find myself being swallowed by a black beast

All that is left of my humanity

All that is left of my sanity

Was my hatred for you

My brother

All that was left in my life

Was the hope that I could cause your death

But you have died by another's hand

There is nothing left for me but regret and sorrow

So now I plan to join you

Sasuke stood the roof opposite Naruto's home, looking in the window he had the perfect view of the blonde sleeping. Only at this time of night, when all is still, and the moon was high, did the cold hearted Uchiha boy let his façade fall.

As quietly as Itachi on the night he killed his clan, Sasuke carefully climbed through his window. Looking down at the sleeping kitsune . He gently reached out and, barely even touching, traced Naruto's whiskers. Feeling the fingers, however light, Naruto stirred in his sleep.

Feeling longing tears well behind his eyes, he took out of the window and headed toward his, for lack of a better word, home.

Heart searing he reached his home, tears flowing freely. He made his way to his room, and began to pace. Thoughts ran through his head. 'why does it have to be him I love.' 'That is just perfect, the last of the Uchiha clan, who has the responsibility of reviving the clan is gay.' 'I'm so pathetic' 'why did Itachi have to kill everyone but me.' 'why leave me alive?' 'to make sure I avenged the deaths?' 'he's dead' 'I am an avenger' 'he's dead' nothing to avenge' 'I have nothing worth living for.' 'how could I love Naruto' 'he knows not that I love him, I cannot be with him"

He brought his hands up to his head and hunched over. Tears flowing like a river down his face. 'I have no reason to live.' 'I lived to avenge, but my revenge is not possible.' 'I am useless' 'no family, no love, no Naruto 'I might as well writher away right now"

Blinded by agony, he ran to where he kept his kunais. Picking the sharpest one he headed to the bathroom. Tears still falling over his now emotionless face, he pulled off the armguard on his left arm, holding the kunai in his right. Looking in the mirror, he whispered "If only for you Naruto" and plunged the kunai into his arm.

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Blood gushed from the self inflicted wound. Surprised at the quantity that it was spilling out Sasuke quickly reached for a towel. Placing it over his arm and applying pressure he backed up into the wall. Unconsciously he began to slide down it. As the floor his butt he pulled the towel away from his arm. If possible the bleeding came faster and fell onto his clothes. Putting the towel back to his arm he shook his head. He became dizzy and the world swirled in front of his eyes. Still applying pressure to the towel he thought 'Isn't this what I wanted? Oh Naruto.' With those thoughts the world turned black and he fell into unconsciousness.

xXx--xXx

"Oi, Sasuke." Came Naruto's voice. It was around noon and Sasuke hadn't shown up for his mission, so Kakashi sent Naruto to his home. Much to Sakura's disappointment.

"Oi, teme, open the damn door." He called again.

Groaning, Sasuke cracked one eye open and immediately shut it. Light was pouring through the open bathroom door. He couldn't remember how he had gotten there.

"Sasuke I know you're in there, come on, teme, open the door" Naruto called.

Yelling loud enough for Naruto to hear, he said "Damn it, baka, it's open!."

Sasuke Leaned his head back and closed his eyes and waited far the blonde to find him.

"Sasuke, you bastard, why weren't you at training kaka--" Naruto started to yell about cut off abruptly. Opening his eyes he looked toward the door the doorway. There stood the blonde looking at him with a look of terror. Sasuke looked down at himself, he immediately wished he had not let Naruto in. His left arm was limp on the ground a small pool of blood surrounding it, a huge gash in the middle of the arm, showing the muscle beneath. Dried blood was all over his clothing. The towel, red with blood was lying in his right hand, bloody kunai next to it.

Something came over him, something he had not truly felt sense the night Itachi had killed his clan, pure panic.

Looking up at the blonde in the door way with unusually wide eyes that begged for understanding and tried to covey all his panic, he whispered "Naruto."