A/N- I don't normally venture into this area, but I had an idea and I ran with it. Tell me if you like it.
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Disclaimer- I DO NOT NARUTO.
He sat there on the brick wall, elbows on his knees and his head hanging low, staring at his lap. Another surge of pain flowed through his heart, and he closed his eyes in response. He let out a shaky breath, and tightened his eyes together, trying to concentrate on not concentrating, but that was hardly working. Another surge and his lazy, loose hands, balled into tight, angry, fists, an action for the stupidity. An action only reserved for him.
Thoughts drifted in his head, and he swatted them away like annoying flies, but they dodged, danced around his hands and tried to come closer. He didn't want to think about those thoughts, those pointless what if's, those pointless scenarios. No, he didn't want to think about those at all, because all that he was left with was what he had done, no matter how right or wrong it was.
His balled up fist turned lazy again, and he sighed, not in relief, but for the weakness that swept over him suddenly. Yes, he was growing weak from the stress, from the worries, the what if's and thoughts that invaded him without his permission. Tired. That was what he was. Oh, so, very tired.
But his stomach told him other wise; it twisted in knots, and flew through the air that wasn't there. It churned endlessly, and bubbled like boiling water. No matter how he described the feeling, all was the same in the end.
It wouldn't sit still.
And with that, it gave a false excitement, an anxious feeling. Restlessness, whatever you might want to call it. He couldn't get that to stop either. Just another thing on the list of what he was fighting in the endless, last, epic battle.
A battle that would end in only one way.
A battle of defeat.
But he fought, with all his heart and soul, he fought the pointless battle. The ten to one odds… The one hundred to one odds.
His golden yellow hair fell carelessly on his forehead, and tickled his ears lightly, also brushed lazily against the back of his neck. But, his hair was still short, and spiked. His piercing crystal blue eyes, usually bright with happiness and traits you would find in small children, were now dull with sadness and tiredness. Standing straight and head held high with confidence, you could see his tone body and muscular arms, but as of now he just looked small and fragile as he slumped over the brick wall.
A deep blue looking boy stood next to him, hands in his pockets as he leaned back slightly, looking into the night time sky. The stars. The moon. The wisps of clouds that were floating by aimlessly. He looked about seventeen. His midnight blue hair slightly moved with the wind as he continued to stare. Calm faced, as he always looked, he let his also dark blue eyes, but often mistaken for black, drag to his best friend. Those midnight eyes twinkled, as if he were about to smile, but the expression didn't show on his face.
"Naruto," Said the boy, in a soft, oddly comforting way, "She will come around, she is just angry at the moment."
Yes, they were best friends, and the dark blue boy understood the golden one perfectly. He was the only one to understand him perfectly. Even though they were completely different, one mysterious and dark looking, the other radiant and bright, they were as close as any connection could possibly be.
The golden boy stared into his lap, saying nothing, hardly paying him any mind.
"You are being ridiculous," The boy said, shaking his head lightly, "By tomorrow you should be able talk things over with her. But tonight, my friend, is going to be long. Might as well spend the time doing something useful."
"I won't smoke," Naruto growled angrily, and as his voice quivered, the boy realized Naruto's anger was only boiling higher, "That is what caused this. Why the fuck would you even suggest the idea Sasuke."
Naruto's fist balled up against as he stood up, taking the boy, Sasuke, by the collar, his fist close at hand, "Why in the fucking world would you even bring that shit up? HUH?"
He was yelling now. Sasuke looked calmly back at him, frowning only slightly, only Naruto ever noticed those small frowns and smiles, "I wasn't Naruto. I thought maybe we should go to the store."
Naruto, confused, frowned also, and let Sasuke go, "The store?" He said as if he had never even heard of such a place.
"Yeah, dobe, grab some chocolates, maybe a pink rose or two. Figure out away to save your stupid ass." Sasuke was now looking back up at the sky, his body turned so only the side of it faced Naruto. But, with his body turned, Sasuke still turned his head gracefully and smiled at Naruto, a visible smile, as he rolled his eyes and walked away, hands still in his pocket.
"'Why would you even bring that up', he says." Sasuke teased, continuing to walk, "'Why in the fucking world would you even bring that shit up,' hey says." Sasuke continued, now lightly chuckling at his own personal joke.
The golden one blinked, then grinned quickly, yelling, as he jogged lightly towards the midnight boy, "Shut up! I didn't know what you meant! I had a lot on my mind." He tried explaining, only for it to fall to def ears, as Sasuke just continued to jeer and joke, smiling as he walked casually.
"He got so angry," Sasuke continued out loud, "Why in the world he would think I was talking about such a thing, I'll never know."
Naruto only rolled his eyes, smiling slightly now, unable to be completely happy and carefree after the recent events, but able to be slightly happy and slightly carefree, "Whatever man."
Sasuke turned his head towards his best friend and smiled.
The girl sat crisscrossed on her bed, looking ahead with her head slightly turned, like a curious puppy, as she tried to understand what exactly her friend was saying. But, seeing as she only caught the lips movements, she really couldn't understand anything she was saying no matter how hard the girl tried. She sighed, for the fifth time. It was awhile till she noticed that her friend had stopped talking. She glanced up, only to see her friend frowning at her.
"If you didn't want to break up with him Sakura, you didn't have to, you know?" Her friend tried to reason with her again, but it seemed like she wasn't getting anywhere.
Sakura was a pink haired girl, with strange green eyes, emerald. They usually sparkled, with defiance and fight, but now they were just defeated. Sakura was a volleyball player. She was sort of skinny, but not too much, and had toned muscles that you didn't really notice until she punched you. She was very smart, passed all her classes with A's, rarely any B's, and aimed to be a doctor.
"No. I had to Ino." Sakura said for the thousandths time.
Her friend looked at Sakura skeptically, and shook her head.
Ino was a bleach blonde girl, with crystal blue eyes. She was skinny, tall when she wore heels, which was all the time, and was popular, very popular. Head of the cheerleading, she was always in top fashion and was always being looked at, more like stared at, so Ino always had to make sure she looked perfect, or her school credit would be ruined. All that being said, she was Sakura's best friend. And Sakura was her best friend.
Usually Ino wore her hair in a high, tight, perfect pony tail, but she was spending the night with Sakura, knowing her best friend really needed her tonight, and her hair was down in a slight tangled mess.
She flipped her hair on the right side, making it move to the back of her shoulder, as she started again carefully, "I heard he's a wreck right now without you."
That made Sakura's heart beat faster, as she closed her eyes and tried to push back the want of running back to her ex boyfriend.
"I don't care," Sakura said, but with a soft, sad voice.
Ino shook her head and allowed herself to fall back on the bed she was sitting crisscrossed on, "Sakura you're being difficult. Practically every person smoke now days."
Sakura glared at her best friend, "But he doesn't need to be smoking, Ino! He's an athlete! Trying to get a sports scholarship into a college! Don't you think that would, I don't know, ruin his chances just a fucking bit. Like really. And then, I told him Ino, I told him to stop. No. I begged for him to stop, and he promised me he would stop. Gave me a kiss and started giving me all his 'Anything for you baby. I don't want to lose you.' Bull shit…"
She stopped ranting, thinking about her ex's kiss he had given her, the last one she got from him. And when she thought about the words he whispered to her, so sweet and loving, it made her stomach feel weightless. That was one of the things she loved about him, the feeling he gave her.
Ino interrupted Sakura's thoughts, and was now waving her off, "Don't yell at me about it. I know, I get it, I understand."
Sakura rolled her eyes, "Then why do you keep telling me everyone does it. That I didn't have to break up with him."
"Um, because, I am your best friend, and I can see you're majorly upset about it."
Sakura just sighed and fell back on the bed too, looking at the ceiling. She saw the glow in the dark stares that were scattered all over her ceiling, looking dull now as they soaked in the light, ready to glow when the lights were off. Sakura felt her stomach twist at the sight, and remember exactly how she got those stars.
She replayed the memory in her head, the memory out of thousands that made her fall for him, the one she loved.
Sakura walked down the street, pajama pants still on, and shirt half hanging off her shoulder. She didn't care if it was midnight, how dangerous it was to be out right now, or how she would be in trouble if her mom stumbled on her being gone. She had to get to him.
He would protect her.
He would make this feeling go away.
Tears traveled down her face as she walked, his house was easily 3 miles away. Maybe she should have taken the car, but she wasn't thinking clearly.
She had been walking for an hour now, and was almost there. Her heart ached, and the tears still flowed freely with no end.
The nightmares, they were getting worse. The monsters she feared, the dreams of everyone gone, dead, leaving her alone. They were all childish dreams, but they left Sakura in tears each time and left her so scared, so vulnerable, almost as if she were a child.
She reached his house, and knocked on the door. Not very hard, she didn't have the strength or motivation anymore. After finally reaching his house, she felt as if what she were doing were stupid. But, even though she knocked softly, he heard it, and Sakura could almost see him sitting straight up and jumping out of bed.
He lived alone, his parents gone. They left him the house, and the car. They loved him so much, and regretted not being able to stay with him. His parents died in a car crash 3 years ago, but he has been smiling, before and ever since then.
He swung the door open, and seeing Sakura in the state she was in, she saw his eyes soften, not in pity, but caring.
Now that she was finally in front of him, the tears, that had flowed freely, now started to gush out. She sobbed, hands on her face, she suddenly didn't want to be there anymore. She was being childish, she thought. She was depending too much on him. Suddenly, she wanted to leave.
But he grabbed her, and held her, and whispered in her ear, "Are they getting worse?"
Sakura only nodded. She had only mentioned the dreams once to him, but of course he remembered. Of course he knew.
He picked her up bridal style, and kicked the door shut. He stepped up the steps one by one, slowly, carefully, but he would never drop her. Walking slowly, step by step, he went inside the room and laid her carefully on the bed. As he tried to move to shut the door, Sakura held him closer. He only smiled softly, and whispered he would be right back by her side. She allowed him to go.
Shutting the door, he climbed in the bed, next to her, on the side that had the wall next to it. He used his elbows to prop himself up, and whispered to Sakura to look at him. She turned her head slowly, and he took his thumbs and wiped the tears away carefully, and as he did so, as if he had powers, the tears slowly started to stop.
He kissed a tear streak, and wrapped his arms around her, "I will protect you from those bad dreams," He said softly, pressing her against him, "I won't ever leave you. You will never be alone."
Sakura felt her heart ease and her mind relax. She knew what he was saying was true. She got as close as she could to him, and buried her face into his skin. And slowly sank into sleep as he continued to whisper, his voice always there.
The last thing she remembered him saying was that he loved her.
When she woke up, she was in her bed, and the first thing she saw was her ceiling. And she noticed the scatter of glow in the dark stars, that were all over her ceiling. It was morning, and she didn't get to see them glow, but she felt comforted by the stars. They were watching over her, protecting her.
She finally noticed the arms wrapped around her waist, and she turned her head to left, and she saw him, the boy that made all her fears go away, crystal blue eyes on her, and a slight smile on his face.
"Naruto," She finally spoke his name. She couldn't believe she hadn't said it all night. But he only smiled, and kissed her lips softly, once.
"Do you like the stars?" Was his only response.
She never got to answer yes. She never got to say thank you, because then she was showered with kisses all over, his voice like velvet as he told her she was his world now. And he would do anything for her.
That was the very first time he had said he loved her, and they had been together ever since. That was a year ago, but it felt so far away now. That happiness she had with him, how sure she was of him. Now, she didn't know anymore.
What surprised her the most is that he lied. That he told her he would stop, and she automatically believed it. There was no doubt in her mind that the situation was done, over with, and they would continue on with life. It was a reality check when she caught him, with Sasuke and his friends, smoking, laughing. All except Naruto was laughing though, but she wouldn't let that fact get in the way of the hurt and anger she felt. How could he?
"Earth to Sakura." Ino said, now sitting up and looking at her with a pout, "I can't believe you didn't listen to any of what I just said."
Sakura blinked, and smiled sadly in apology, "Sorry Ino, what were you saying?"
Ino just shook her head, "I was just leading to my point that maybe he wasn't smoking."
"I saw the joint in his hand Ino." Sakura said, the anger coming back.
"Maybe he was holding it for someone?" Ino said, stopping to find some reason for why he might have it in his hand.
"Let it go. It's over. And I'm not going to go running back like some idiot…he's at fault. Not me." As she spoke, tears started again. She tried to stop them, wiping her eyes quickly and rolling to her side so that Ino couldn't see. But it was too late for that.
Ino crawled next to Sakura and laid next to her, wrapping her arms around Sakura's waist and sighed, "You won't go running back even though you want to? Even though your heart is telling you to? You guys were meant to be Sakura, stop listening to your stupid brain."
"He loves you Sakura. Don't lose someone who loves you so much." Ino soothed her friend.
Sakura just continued to cry, sobbing once or twice, "I miss him Ino. I miss him so much."
"I know sweet heart. I'm sorry…"
Did you like it? I wanna continue so yeah, I will. For everyone who's waiting for Self Destruct or Killer. Sowwie. I'm trying. Enjoy this in the mean time. :))
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