So many bright lights to cast a shadow
But can I speak?

-My Chemical Romance,

"Famous Last Words"

Title: Incomplete (Unbated)

Rating: Strong M for Mature content…and because I can…MUHAHAHAH!

Warning: Boring first chapter and late updates because of dumb ass parents…oh yeah, and angst, and yaoi. And a first time writing lemon, but that's later, so be gentle….um anything else? Oh yeah, spelling mistakes/grammar I need a beta! Oh yeah, lots and lots of cussing. AU, and smut with a plot hopefully. I am getting steadily with each story hopefully

Disclaimer: I own nothing….blah blah blah…I wish I did….on with the story.

Pairings: Main: Sasunaru, and I'm not sure on the others, so vote on whatever…anything goes.

A/N: Disregard the whole "Sasuke's gonna kill Naruto in the Valley of the End thing." Cause it's not gonna happen here. I mean…it did, but….well you'll see. Just keep in mind that it's different from the Anime and Manga.

Prologue/Chapter One: Bright Lights

'I wish I could tell Sas…no, Teme, but I can't. He would hate me... at least more than he is annoyed with me now. If he ever found out I would die.' Thought the 5'6 chunnin that watched morning summer clouds rolled by. The man, still a boy in many ways, flopped down backward on the stone that was the Hokage monument. He sighed, the golden eyebrows, that was covered by the even brighter blonde hair, pulled together to form a bridge that forced his nose to crinkle.

At that moment he felt like he had the world on his shoulders.

The Blonde sighed again, pushed the shaggy fringe out of his eyes so that is hung limp from his face and fluttered in the Summer breeze of Konoha.

'What the hell am I gonna do?'

Yet another sigh escaped pink parted lips, and bright lapis( a type of blue ) eyes were hidden behind lowered lids. Almost unbidden, the object of his over sighing appeared in his mind.

Flashback to the destruction of a Sound Compound, and Itachi

(A/N: will be explaining later, hopefully.)

At a tall 6'1, a nineteen year old Uchira Sasuke stood in a field of dead bodies, his black shorts, which he had adopted in the chunnin exams, were soaked in blood. Black hair swayed in the breeze created by fires that burned on the roofs of the burning Sound compound. The remnants of his fish net shirt were clinging on his bare shoulders as if it were drunk on his holier-than-thou-skin; minor scratches were littered across his abdomen and sculpted chest. Blood smeared his face and made his now black and red comma piercing Shargianian (sp?) eyes stand out even further, a smirk played upon his lips as he slayed each man that stood in his way from his final goal.

Flash back End

Shaking his head, the memory faded, and the Chunnin on the Hokage mountain popped his eyes open. They wandered to the clouds above him, and he silently wondered how he had come to this predicament. Granted, he knew that somewhere from becoming a gennin to a chunnin he had fallen for his teammate, the Teme. It had taken a while to notice the signs.

How his emotions would become on edge, and strangely, how they could be calmed by his presence at the same time. It had taken even longer to understand what they meant. How only when Sakura came to him to vent on him because of Lee, and how he could infuriate her so much over the little things, did it finally click. When he asked her to explain she told him basically the same things that he had been feeling with Sasuke.

BONG! BONG! BONG!

The bell that rang through the village caught the Blonde's attention, and jerked him out of his personally thoughts.

"Shit!" The body that was once relaxed and resting, was now springing into action. The Blonde threw himself off the mountain and raced to the gate in a flash of black orange and the trademark gold.

Arriving at the Gates of Konoha only seconds from free falling off the mountain. The Blonde fell in to his battle stance and attacked.

Rushing forward he surveyed to scene as he threw punched and tore holes through the attacking ninja.

Over Two-hundred gennin level nin surrounded him, a glance at there head bands told them they were from Sound. He ducked as some of them rushed at him. Swiftly he pulled the flat sword that was strapped to his back, spun, and pushed his charka through and beheaded them all. Pushing forward still, he pulled half in to a genjutsu of his childhood, and promptly knocked them unconscious. Spinning he unconsciously realized that all the fighting that happen in the span of ten seconds. Filing the information and worry of more Kuuybi enhanced reflexes away, the Blonde kept fighting.

BONG! BONG! BONG!

The bell that still rung in the tower was getting on his nerves. Growling he pushed forward again and pulled his favorite jutsu, and sent the thousand clones out to finish them off. So focused in his battle that he never noticed the others coming from behind to help. So focused was he in finishing the battle that he never noticed the red light that started to surround him, he also never noticed that switched to white. So consumed was he in the task of protecting his home, that he never fully realized that they were no longer attacking Konoha, they were attacking him. He was the target. By the time that he did, he was attacked by a paralyzing jutsu. And then run through the chest by a jutsu that was similar to the Chidori. A Gasp. A struggle to breath, but the Blonde knew that he had to keep fighting. He had to protect his precious people, he HAD TO!

The next few hours ran together, and The Blonde kept on fighting. Attacking, defending, and killing. It all ran together, forming a type of autopilot for his body. He was doing this; all for the sake to protect. The pain in his chest still hurt, and he knew that it would never fully heal while he was still fighting. He no longer cared, so tired.

The Blonde could feel the life slipping through him. A pain in his abdomen made him double over as the last of the attackers tried to kill him. A swung his sword sloppily and expended more charka to kill the enemy nin. More pain lanced through him, creating a path from the wound on his chest to the stabbing feeling in this torso.

"Ah.." Another Gasp. A pant, and a step that took him to the edge of a cliff not far from the dead nin about 20 feet away. The Blonde leaned his back against the tree in fear of collapsing. His head nodded forward and eyelashes fluttered in the presence of fatigue.

"NARUTO!" The voice sounded strangled and out of breath. But the Blonde was to tired to open eyes, the feeling of being cold washed all over him. He stopped breathing, something in the core of his being needed to rest. Needed to regenerate itself.

The last thing he could remember was the shock of warm skin on his cold and clammy now pale skin. Warm breath on his neck breathing on his skin, and strong muscled arms circling around his back and waist pulling him closer to his chest.

"Oh Gods Naruto, I am so sorry. I wish I could have gotten to you faster." The voice cracked and pulled him closer.

The Blonde, now caked in enemy blood recognized him, the voice, the smell, and even the movement of the arms around him. All of it he knew. With the rest of his energy and coconscious he spoke a name that tightened the arms around him.

"Sasuke…?"

To be continued

A/N: Okay, I know I left it at a cliffhanger but I figured that if I leave it at this point people will Review. I need votes on other possible pairs. Sasuke and Naruto are the main in the story (can't change that, sorry), I mentioned Sakura and Lee, I can change that if wished. But tell me!

Okay, so now….

I need a beta please so any one who is interested let me know.

I will update the next chapter next week hopefully if all goes well.

So please read and review .

Next time on Incomplete:

Sasuke touched his skin. His fingers tingled and his breath picked up, panic seize his chest, he felt trapped and antsy. He just couldn't believe it.

Naruto had died. He had just died in his arms…