I never could see the difference between truth and lies when someone said them. I've always saw them like they are two sides that are separated by a thin transparent almost invisible line. I never knew on what side I really am.

But what I know is that I've never liked to lie to someone, even if it would be good for me, I've never wished to lie to someone, and more than this, I've never wanted to lie to someone ,because I've never liked to be, never wished to be, never wanted to be lied.

No matter the reason, the lie always had short legs and in the end, no one is helped by it.

And I guess that explains why there are two sides. Maybe I've lied too, without even realizing it, but some people lie because it's good for them, because they want to lie, they believe, they breathe, they live in lies.

Today, I've realized that I am on the side where the truth is more important than the lie, just because I don't want to lie or worse, to be lied.

But the question is: 'If I don't want to lie and I don't want someone to lie to me, then why that single person which I haven't lied, that person, has told me just lies?'

Unfaithful

Chapter 1: Sudden silence

Typical. That's what crossed through my mind for more times than I could estimate. And the reason why? It's because I really hate to wait, and especially to wait for someone to come, someone who knows that I hate to wait.

It's winter. The snowflakes look like the little fluff from bird's feathers, white feathered bird's fluff, falling from the sky. I've always liked winter, even if it's always cold. I guess that when I look at the ground that it's white, at the wonderful view in front of my eyes that is full of white, it calms me, every single time.

Because it is calm, it is silence, and pure innocent untouched white endless surface. But I began to think that I will freeze right here, in the middle of this wonderful view.

I am standing, beside a tree, with my hands in the pockets of my jacket, and occasionally beating with my foot in up and down in the snow. I've stood like this for exactly 42 minutes. And the cold has entered in my bones, and the snow has almost succeeded to cover me whole.

This tree is at the middle of a big field, and it's enormous and it's old. I know that it's old because I've seen this tree every day from the last 3 years, and I was told that it was here for many years before.

I must say that when it's spring, this tree is the most beautiful cherry tree which I've ever saw. The field is covered with grass when it's spring or summer and with mud when is autumn, and with snow when is winter. And now it is winter.

But when it's winter, this tree it's the scariest at night, and the most lonely tree that I've ever seen when is still day.

I am 17 years old, almost 18 years old, and I am in my last year of high school and I must say that this year seems to be the longest year of those who have passed.

"I am sorry!"

He arrived. And, of course, he yells like always, even if he should be apologizing when he would arrive beside me, it's impossible to don't hear him in this silence and because of the high tone of his voice enough to wake the dead.

"What took you so long?"

He has stopped in front of me. But I did not budge, not even a centimeter. He is tired and breathing quickly, because he has ran a lot. It's more obvious now that he put his hands on his knees and he tries to catch enough air, so his lungs will calm down.

But when he succeeds, he stays normally and he looks at me, and he realized that I don't move, and that I still wait for an answer for my question.

"I overslept."

His name is Naruto Uzumaki, the same age as I am, and almost the same high, I don't know if I am shorter than him or if he is shorter than me.

Blue eyes like a clean water with black rocks in a filled circle in the middle, his eyes have a light made of stubbornness and confidence which is exactly like a clear clean water lighted by the rays of the sun in the middle of summer.

His hair is amazingly blond and it grow a little from the first day of high school, or from the first day of kindergarten, but it is obvious that he has to grow up since kindergarten.

He is not too skinny, but he is not a fat person in any way. He loves the color orange and you can figure that out because almost all of his clothes are orange and you really don't have to ask that question because you will know if you just look at his cloths or things for just three days

He eats just Ramen. If he will ever eat something else then I will lose the bet with myself, which I've made when I first went to eat with him, and this has happened many years ago.

"Perfect! You could just call me to tell me that you will be late this much and to go to school by myself! We will be late for the first class even if we will run!"

He raised one eyebrow and said:

"Good morning to you too, Gaara."

"What morning? It's already 12!"

"Wow! Not in a good mood today?"

"I've waited almost an hour! And it's snowing!"

"I've said I am sorry… let's just skip the first class."

"And go where?"

"I don't know, breakfast?"

I sigh and I gave up.

"Fine. What do you want to eat?"

I don't remember the last time I've asked him this, and I think I asked questions like this just when I let my mouth to speak before my brains can think about it, but I know the answer, and I don't think that I will lose my bet.

"Ramen!"

The blond boy has smiled and I've smiled a little too. His sincere smile and white teeth are something that no one can resist.

As always, we walked or almost ran to Naruto's favorite restaurant with ramen, if it could be named restaurant.

"So, what you want to eat?"

"Nothing. I've already ate my breakfast."

"Just a bowl, come on! It's ramen! You can't say no to ramen!"

"No, really, I've ate."

He gazed at me for one minute and then he just gave up in that thought, realizing that I won't eat no matter what he does.

"Fine."

I think that one day, when we still were in kindergarten we became friends with no reason, we were kids, and we didn't need a reason.

And from that day to today, I've seen Naruto growing, and doing what a human can do.

We've got used to each other, like you get used with the air. For example, we don't need to call each other every day to wait at the tree because someone of us will wait, sometimes we met on the road, it's like we already know.

We don't need to talk about stuff like this. It all became naturally in time.

"Finished?"

"Almost… Can I have just one more bowl please?"

And what I must add is that I never saw a person that could eat so much ramen as him.

After that, we had plenty of time to spend because we decided that we will skip the class that is now ongoing.

Before we will arrive at the school, we will already miss the class. So, the time decided before us.

"If you did not eat four bowls of ramen then we would be at the second class and not trying to arrive at the third!"

"Why do you blame me for everything that happens today?"

That catches me off guard. We are now running on the field and the cold wind with snow it's blowing without mercy right in our faces. Usually, I don't complain, not even once. I don't know why today I feel the urge to do it, or I just let my mouth to talk and to blame Naruto for everything.

There is a small red flag in my mind, that says that it really is his fault because he was the one who was late and the one who ate too much and now we are really incredibly late. But this isn't the first time this has happened, and even so, I'm complaining, without knowing the reason why.

I've began to think about it, and just then when I looked behind me to search for Naruto, I've hit something with my whole body in the process. I fell over someone that just fell on his back.

"I am sorry, I didn't see and…"

I tried to get up with my hands in the snow, beside his shoulders and suddenly I've stopped staring in almost completely white eyes.

The man just looked into my eyes and then with a severe and serious tone, he spoke to me:

"You!"

To be continued…

Well, this is a new story as you can see, and this is just the first chapter. And yes I know that I have to post the next chapters for the other stories but this idea just hit me and I had to write it down. Now, this is the first chapter so don't be harsh but be sincere and tell me what you think. Thank you.