Notes: This is a story I've had written on my computer for quite a while. Since I'm weird, I decided to finally post it online. It was originally called Three Questions, but I changed it after writing it for a while. Now its, as you see "Forget My Love"

Unlike all (and I mean ALL) of my other fanfics, it's written entirely in first person, but not the normal first person – its diary format. I don't know why I wrote it like that, I just felt that it was. Originally, it was just regular first person, so some things may not make sense as if it was being written in a diary, but that's my mistake and I'm too lazy to go back and change it.

Summary: Uzumaki Naruto is the lead singer of a band (unnamed as of right this moment). With him is guitarist Hyuuga Neji and drummer Sabuka Gaara. There used to be a fourth member to their band, who was the original guitarist named Uchiha Sasuke. When the band was finally scouted by a label, Sasuke dropped out in order to pursue his dream of being a novelist. He broke up with Naruto (they were going out before) and have since lost contact with him.

Warnings: Angst, YAOI, shonen ai… maybe some masochism… language… dammit, its all the usual stuff! MWA!

Pairings: SasuNaru… maybe others if I'm inspired.

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Forget My Love

Chapter One: Meet You There

Date: 8 April XXXX

Dear Diary:

When we were younger, before all of this happened, there was one question that you asked me – just one as I got onto that train that led me far away from you. I've thought about writing you often, but you get so much mail as it is, I wonder if a letter from me would even matter.

I suppose I really don't care though, whether I write to you or not. I could just as well write for you. Being in a band as I am allows you to do something like that.

I remember the question well.

"If you could be anything you wanted to be, what would you be?"

I remember my answer too. I said that I would want to be a bird – that I would want to fly up into the skies with no possibility of being weighed down by troubles or worries. I said that I would want to glide on the wind and listen to its tales and that I would want to fly away from all my problems.

You laughed when I told you that. I can still remember the sound.

You don't know how much I've held onto you. It's been a year since I parted from you to start this band. I didn't want to leave you but I needed to find myself and I could only find two of me when I was with you.

They do say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. All absence does to me is make my heart hurt. Is that what fonder means? I was never good with words, as you well know.

You used to tease me about it all the time, so I wouldn't know if you actually thought I had a brain or if I was just a good fuck for you. Will I ever know?

I look down at the paper that I was writing on. Surprising how, even when I'm not concentrating, I can still write down lyrics. Well, that is my job after all, to right down lyrics.

It's for the show that's happening later this month. Like always, I wonder if you'll be there. Like always, I don't think I'll see you. But I wrote to you, giving you a ticket for free just in case you wanted to come. I don't know if you do or not.

I don't know if you even think of me anymore.

"Naruto?" a voice asks.

I look up. It's Gaara, the drummer of my band. Behind him is Neji, who's our guitarist. I wanted you to play the guitar, really, but you said that you were too busy writing novels to participate in silly things like bands.

"Naruto?" Neji asked, noticing that I'm in my own little world again. He notices that a lot about me, but I never acknowledge that.

"Yes?" I ask, tucking a few loose strands of blonde hair behind my ear as I stare at them.

"Are you done writing the lyrics for this week's show?" Neji wants to know.

I stare at the paper in front of me, nodding.

"Can we hear them then?" Gaara prods. He knows that I hate being poked and prodded and I think the only people besides you who can do it are these two right here. After all, they're closest to me these days.

I nodded to them, silently agreeing that I was going to sing the lyrics to them. They sit down, making themselves comfortable as I stare at the page in front of me. This one's for you, love, 'cause I still love you.

(Lyrics omitted. See note at bottom)

I finished up the last note and turned to my bandmates. "So… yeah… that's what I was thinking of," I told them. They just kind of stared at me and I shrugged. I had gotten used to this staring game that the two of them played from time to time.

After all, I'm an idiot. I don't get angry when people call me an idiot… not like I used to be with you around, because I've finally admitted to myself that I am one. And an idiot isn't supposed to be able to belt out lyrics even during a depression.

Yes, that's what I'm going through without you… a depression. You don't even know what this is doing to me. I let you into my heart and this is how you repay me, you bastard? The minute I leave, you fucking forget about me… it's not like I've tried anything to get back in contact with you.

You're a grade A novelist who's got a nice ass. All the girls in the world are after you for a good fuck and after a while, I just couldn't stand the fact that you were screwing them almost as much as you screwed me. What number was I on the list, Seven, Eight? One Hundred? Who knows? I don't know anymore, I don't think I ever did.

Jeez, thinking of you… that's all I do anymore. I sit back, look out my window and wonder what the sky sees – whether it can see you… whether you're thinking of me while you write.

While you screw…

No, I'm not going to think about that anymore! I'm not going to think about you anymore! I'm going to live my life, for the first time, without you.

I'll forget you even though I love you.

Sasuke…

Kyuubi-kun's Korner

The song was Simple Plan's "Meet you there." Because of the recent no-song-lyric policy that I've just learned about, I know have to go through all of my fics and omit the song lyrics. This sucks. A lot. Sigh.