Author's Notes: Hey, luvs, I don't know if you remember my old work, but they were a mess, so I decided to delete everything on my account and start fresh. Goodness knows that I needed to. So, here I am, with something a little different. So, please sit down and get used to a world wrapped around a thousand complicated things.

Warning: In the beginning, the characters will be portrayed as OOC, due to the universe that they are in; however, as the story progresses, they will develop into the character that they were originally meant to be. If you do not like that concept, I do apologize, but this fanfiction is not meant for you. Please exit out the back. I do not have room for unlawful criticism. You have been warned.

Biohazard: There will be signs and acts of Yaoi in this fanfiction, if boy on boy action is not your cup of mocha, please leave, as well. I don't know about where you came from, but we do not discriminate here. Love is love. Get over it.

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Series: Robotic Heart

Chapter: One

Author: HateMeAndNeverLoveMe

Summary: Though — the limbs of his body were replaced with mechanics that allowed him to see and hear things he could not before — his heart was still set to default. In a chokehold of raw feelings, Naruto looked down at the monster that he made himself to be.

Chapter One

In the beginning, Naruto wanted to find happiness. Not the feeling in the heart that faded in time, but the comfort of knowing that everything would be okay. Naruto felt empty; lost, confined, deprived of any emotion at all; even so, a tear fell down his face.

Though — the limbs of his body were replaced with mechanics that allowed him to see and hear things he could not before — his heart was still set to default. The beauty of what emotions were supposed to be out of grasp. In a chokehold of raw feelings, Naruto looked down at the monster that he made himself to be. His hands covered in blood, he felt as though he was not complete, as though he had lost something precious to him. Naruto did not care that he made his body better — for the glistening of the metal did not shine as brightly as he wanted his heart to.

His brain, rewired, caused him to overthink things. What was he now that he was no longer human? Was somebody like him able to be called humane? Naruto was incomplete… even though he tried so hard to become some better than himself, all for the sake of forgetting what he did — did to the people that he loved the most.

Glancing down, Naruto realized that he made several mistakes… ones that could not be easily corrected. He shunned everyone around him, telling them that "they didn't understand what he was trying to create." Now, looking back at it, what was he trying to create? A better life for mankind? A way to escape feelings and emotions that could not be uprooted? He didn't know, and it drove him mad… crazy, the ticking of grinding gears rolled around in his head. His program was disfigured, though it was designed to not have any flaws. To Naruto, flaws were irrational feelings and emotions — uncharacteristic implosions of that of a human's heart, mind, and soul. Naruto was supposed to be a Robot — better than a human — a creature that thought with its head, not its heart.

"No, this will not do…" Naruto said under his breath, before looking into the mirror that was positioned on the wall across the room… it started to crack, the perfect image in his head beginning to shatter — he was broken, useless — a thing without a purpose. Right then, he understood that he would not be able to undo his wrongs nor bring back those that he had lost during the process of trying to find himself: true happiness.

Naruto closed his eyes, starting a system reboot… hoping that once he woke up, everything would be set back into place — for how could he fix someone else when he, himself, was imperfect?

Naruto opened his eyes, the area around him seemed different. Instead of being locked within a room of heavy metals and silvery machines, he was out in the open. The planes of grass were elemental, its blades a fiery inferno. The gentle grass warmed the 'skin' of Naruto's body. Leaning back on the palms of his hands, he looked up at the sky that was a purplish-black hue.

Suddenly, there was a hand that tenderly touched his left shoulder. He looked up, to see his forgotten lover, Sasuke, which he thought he had lost long before in the midst of the transplantation and corruption of his mind. Naruto tried to push him away, as well, but Sasuke was more persistent when it came to his feelings about the situation. He was the only person out of everyone else that had still fought for him. The only one that tried to bring him out of the darkness.

Naruto blinked, before looking at Sasuke closely… why was he here? Wasn't he supposed to be gone? This cannot be real…

"Don't give me that look, Naruto. It's me, Sasuke," he said, kneeling down to peer into Naruto's face.

"Sasuke," Naruto told himself, reaching out to touch Sasuke's hand, feeling the warm blood beneath the palm of his cold hand.

"It's you," Naruto said, his breath hinged. "I thought — I thought that you…"

"Perished during the transition between being human and robotic?"

"Yes, there was an implosion, but yet, once I woke up, I was just covered in my own blood."

"It was just an illusion." Sasuke declared softly. "Nothing but a trick of the mind."

"How the fuck do you call that a trick, Sasuke? I saw it with my own damn eyes."

"The real question is why it even matters? Is there really any relevance to what you thought you saw?"

"Yes," Naruto said, as he lowered his head to stare at the ground.

"How so?" Sasuke arched a brow as he looked closely at the blonde.

"I thought that I lost everything… I thought that I lost you."

Sasuke smirked, as he sat down next to Naruto. "Isn't it funny that we think even though we changed… changed into something that was not supposed to be consumed by feelings and emotions; we still focus on the things that coil around our mind."

"What was the point?"

"The point of the transplant was something that you have to answer for yourself. You are the one who created it, after all."

"I don't know… It was a mistake, Sasuke. I just wanted to find a solution to this disease that was killing off our bodies… but, like everything else, I failed."

"Do you really believe that? Naruto, you saved me, you saved yourself."

"What about everyone else?" Naruto looked into Sasuke's grave eyes, which were vibrant compared to the night sky.

"Gone," Sasuke said simply. "But, none of that matters now."

"Why?"

"Because we are free. You and I. Free to do as we please."

"What is the point when everything else is gone?"

"At times, you have to have solitude in order to find a purpose. Sometimes, having time to be alone makes us whole… makes us complete."

"But, I was never in solitude, was I? No matter how much I thought I was."

"No, you were not. I was always there. Waiting for you to come back, back to the person you needed the most."

"You," Naruto said, blushing as he took Sasuke's hand.

"Me..." Sasuke grinned, leaning in and kissing Naruto.

So, what do you think? Good? Bad? Let me know. By the way, I apologize that it is a short chapter. I just want to make sure that this story is going to work before I start developing longer characters. Please like, favorite, and comment. Thank you, luvs.