Sasuke could honestly say, overlooking the few yaoi fan girls and boys grinning in his direction some of the time, that he was not in love with Naruto. The blond was his rival, his confidant, and his best friend; but never, ever would he be considered anything more than that. Because falling in love with your once hated best friend was saved especially for trashy romance novels, which many females tended to look into.
So, no matter how much Naruto or anyone else wanted to see the blond extrovert and raven introvert passionately making love in a dark alley, or wherever the hell the setting usually was for that cheesy crap, it would never happen.
There was someone else.
Sasuke was sure of it; Naruto wasn't alone in that body of his, or at least there was another... personality. It would be when they're sparring that the blond's eyes harden and begin to bleed into a shade of deadly red—when he sends his heel into Sasuke's gut a little too brutally, causing said victim to keel over, gasping, pained, in an almost futile attempt to usher air into his lungs—when Naruto grins, strangely enlarged canines visible, and kneels by the Uchiha's side; his almost demonic gaze connects with Sasuke's deep coal hued eyes. Then they sit and stare.
Abnormally large chakra waves sliding off of Naruto's person.
Sasuke still doubled over in pain.
Then, it's only a moment or two later when he's staring at wide-eyed cerulean again, the person they're connected to fighting down a massive surge of panic rolling through his gut.
Sasuke, still injured, stands.
Naruto follows.
There is no connection.
Sasuke longs for the moment when that side of Naruto will resurface, eyes narrowed and fangs permanently bared in an unnecessary warning. When the clawed hand of his rival will grip his wrist and squeeze, maniac grin widening impossibly as the raven falters and tightens his jaw.
In that specific relationship, the Uchiha imagines, there will be no comfort, no cuddling or romance. Just frequent, hard fucks and painfully searing spars and beatings.
Now, Sasuke can only dream what that would be like, as every time that Naruto surfaces, his rival forces him back down and away.
Because the blued-eyed Naruto is jealous and dreams of hugs and gentle kisses, the avenger will never be his.
There is no pain hidden in the blue, but the red is covered in it.
Red just wants to fuck and kill.
He wants to hurt.
He would ask Naruto to spar with him later.
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