Rose
"Sasuke?"
He looked up from the scroll he had been writing on, looking his boyfriend in the face. Naruto had this weird look on his face, like he had just tasted something new and didn't quite think it was the best, but not the worst either. He was holding a rose in his hand, twirling it between his thumb and forefinger.
"Hm?" He knew that Naruto had something on his mind to talk in that tone, the one he uses only when he is troubled.
"Do you think our love is like a rose?" Sasuke blinked. This was surprising.
"Why do you ask?" He was very curious now, what could be troubling his Naruto so much?
"Oh..."he started in a whispy tone, "Just curious." Naruto crawled over towards him, placing the delicate flower lightly on the ground before situating himself on Sasuke's lap (the scroll had been discarded) and picking it up again.
"Well," Sasuke started, hoping his answer would please him, "I don't think so, but thats just me." He glanced at the boy resting his head on his chest and was relieved to find a smile light up on his face, one of those small, geniune smiles that he loved.
"I'm glad." He couldn't resist a small smile of his own. Pressing on, he added, "Why do you ask?" Naruto raised a delicate eyebrow in response before sighing and gazing down at the rose curiously.
"I was just wondering..."He paused slightly as a breeze swept through the grassy field they were sitting in.
"Why does a rose represent love, if a rose always dies?"
Fin