In the midst of life one must wonder if one has what it takes to move on...

Dedicated to Vanity-Sama

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO...Though if I did...there would be a lot of boy x boy smexiness in the show.

Warnings (I wasnt going to put them -smirks-): Lets see...I suppose rated M for language and Boy x Boy sex!! XD cant live with out that shit!! And you will see a few different sides of Naruto and Sasuke but I will indeed attempt to keep them very close to how they would act in the Manga/Anime. Other than that there is some scene's where its more gore than anything. No, no self mutilation. Well...maybe just a little. I sooo want to make Gaara an emo kid Xx but some of you might kill me. So we'll just have to see. Since I'm just going along with all this.

A/N: Alright a few things I would enjoy to adress. My spell checker is gay and is broken so deal with it IF I spell something wrong or forget to capitialize. But nomrally I re-read all of my things so that shouldnt be the problem. More along the lines of spelling is the problem. Also... this is the first time I have ever..and I litterally mean ever BEGAN and prepared to FINISH a story. Because you know all the faithful reviewers I will get -stares at you dead in the eyes- Will make me want to finish said story. Two I have never let anyone read a story I have written if I had finished it. I would burn it or throw it away. Now you all get to see what its like for me to finish it. And if there are time gaps between when I update the chapters it is indeed because I am lazy and probably dont feel up to updating. Unless I get lots of reivews. Flaming is allowed I welcome it with open arms but nothing about me being a guy and writing this please. I dont feel like reading that. Stick to flaming the story. Other than that I want to let you have fun and read and not bother having to read this again. So onto the story!

Chapter one:The Move!

On an unimportant night stand sat an unimportant alarm clock. Its silver sides dull just like the room. No sun was gracing the room with its warmth or light. And the only sound was the almost annoying tick of the clocks arms moving. Then on que the clock began to scream for the apartment tendent to awake to the horrible cold that awaited him out side.

And just like every morning a tan hand slipped out from under a thick blue comforter pushing the button on the top of it so it would stop the loud sound. Then the tan hand slithered back under the blankets.

Light groans and curses were emitted before the boy stood, the blanket then pooling onto the floor like ocean waves onto a beach. He sighed and looked back out his window wishing the sky was bright with the sun's ray's so it would warm the earth.

Alas it wasn't, snow was falling and the sky was a deep gray. He moved his toes against his sand colored carpet a small smile gracing his lips. His hands then went to the drawer in the small stand next to his bed pulling out a small white picture frame with a faded photo inside.

Smiling for a moment while looking at it, he then set it back inside the drawer and closed it.

"Joy...another day of nothing but pointless shit getting done for my big move..." Sighing the boy walked out to the living room finding most of his stuff packed, and ready to go, in boxes and suitcases.

His bright blue eyes scanned over everything once more but slowly. He then put his arms behind his head while thinking. After deciding he was done checking everything his feet carried him down the hall until he turned into his yellow bathroom. Blue eyes fell on the marble shower to his left and he smiled again, awaiting the hot water that would soon run down his sore and aching body.

Slowly he pulled off his tank top and then his boxers. Shutting his bathroom door. Yanking a towel out of the small cubby he had near his shower, he stood there for a moment. Reaching inside of his shower he set it at the right tempurature.

After placing the red towel on his closed toilet lid he slipped into the hot steaming shower and sighed when the heated water hit his skin. He looked around his shower and spotted his bottle of green apple shampoo.

When he poured it into his hand he smirked and began to wash his sun shine blond locks of hair. He then moved and grabbed the bottle of Shea and Cocoa butter body wash his best friend Ino had given him saying that it would make his skin soft and touchable. Smiling to himself he lathered his body and watched as the small splashes of water washed some of it away.

After figuring the soap and been on his body long enough along with the shampoo in his hair he shut his eyes inhailing deeply. As he stepped under the water it slowly washed the suds of soap onto his face then down his body slowly letting it fall to the floor and become nothing but washed away dirt. The water was then shut off.

He opened the curtain to his shower, steam rolling out and giving the effect that he was standing on a cloud. His tan arm then reached for his towel. Just as he gripped it his phone began to ring. Cursing loudly he pulled the soft piece of fabric around his waist and ran out into his kitchen, slipping on the cold tile floor. When he slammed into the coutner he picked up the phone answering it.

"Hello?...Hey Kakashi...Nine tonight?...Yea I'll be ready by then...Wait Iruka's going to be there?...Alright I get it already..." He laughed lightly as the man on the other end continued. "Yup, see you then Kakashi." With that he put his phone back and looked down at the puddle beneith him.

Sighing softly he dropped his towel and walked back to his bedroom. After placing on a pair of loose silk boxers he heard a knock on his door. 'Jesus fucking Christ who is it now...' Was all that ran through his mind as he made his way to the front door of his apartment.

When he opened the door he smiled to see his friend Ino standing there holding a small red bag in her arms. "Ino...I told you I didn't need anything...really." Moving to the side so she could come in she smiled to him happily before speaking.

"Now...being the best friend that you are. I don't care if you tell me over and over that you don't need anything from me. I'm going to get it for you anyway and you know it. Plus you're going away for a long time right? So why not give you something to remember me by."

Smiling to him more than she had been before she shoved the bag into his arms. "Open it..."

He nodded. His fingers slowly opened the bag and pulled out the soft tissue paper. A smile appeared on his stoic face and he pulled the black soccer jersey out. Looking over it he noticed that on the front was the Japanese flag. When he turned it around he about laughed when he saw the number one with his last name above it.

Looking to her he put the shirt on the table carefully then pulled her into a hug. "Thanks Ino...this means a lot to me."

She hugged him back and laughed lightly. "I'm glad you like it...why dont you wear it today?"

She smirked to him tracing his muscles with her thin fingers. Both blondes looked into blue eyes for a moment. Yet her much duller ones shined a lot more than his did for some odd reason.

"You dont want to go?" She kept staring up into his eyes as their smiles slipped away from them.

Taking a deep and heavy breath he began slowly and softly. "I...really like it here. Dispite the horribly cold weather...and the fact that I'm really not accepted here...I like it...and I dont want to be away from you...I'll miss you...miss my home...this stupid college I'm attending..."

He stopped once she put her finger on his lips laughing gently.

"Didn't I tell you that in three years I'm moving back to Japan silly?" He nodded to her.

"Then dont think to much on it alright? Plus Japan is better for you than Russia! Its too cold here for your tan skin." Looking down at her and smiling he laughed a brighter smile appearing on his face. "Thats the boy I grew up knowing!"

With that he hugged her tighter then backed up nodding some. "Your right, why would a tan guy like me be here in a cold place with no sun?"

Laughing he pulled the shirt on over his small frame it fitting perfectly. "Now I just need to find a pair of pants to wear..."

Walking to his bedroom Ino followed knowing that ment that he wanted help deciding what to wear. Sometimes she swore he was just like a girl. When she entered his room she noted to herself that she had to help him pack all of his clothes and personal belongings in there so they could move the rest of the boxes out into the bare living room.

"So Ino...light blue jeans...or dark blue?" He pulled both pairs out.

The light blue ones were slighty ripped and hug loosely on his slender hips when he wore them. She pointed to them liking them much more than the tight dark blue ones. He nodded slipping them on.

He then looked around. "Time to get to work..." With that they both clasped their hands together and started throwing things that were to keep and to throw out.

Three hours later a very tired Ino sat on the floor her back against the cool wall of the aprartment. "You know...you really have a lot of shit..."

Smiling the boy looked up to her and laughed. His head rested on his arms as he laid there on his floor. The room was blank and nothing was in it but his bed and love seat. Everthing else was out in the living room and kitchen. "Atleast we got everything..."

He nodded in agreement glad it was all over. Ino's eyes then traveled over to her watch and she sighed hoisting herself up. "I have to go home and help my mom shop and cook dinner...I'll get a call from you when you arrive in Japan correct?"

Smiling he stood up and dusted his pants off. "Of course you'll get a call from me. It might not be on my cell phone but Kakashi's...so if the number seems weird just answer it okay?"

Ino nodded to him and then hugged him again. Running down his hall then out his door she shut it quietly. Hearing the soft click sent his mind reeling about how much he would miss his friends and this place he called home for so long.

"Well dad...looks like I did it after all..." Smiling to himself he pulled on a pair of socks then his shoes. Looking around the room one more time he walked out shutting the door. He walked past the spare bedroom and shut that door along with the bathroom one. Stopping in the kitchen he looked at the table he was leaving behind. Then to his living room where his sofa and two other love seats were to be left for the family moving in a week from that day. He then sat down at the kitchen table watching the clock as it ticked the minutes away until nine o'clock that night.

Only twenty minutes had passed until he was bored out of his mind. Then to save him from the quiet boredum he had pushed himself into his phone rang loudly. Smiling he picked it up. "Hey Kakashi...you're outside right now?...Yea come up the door's open...so me you and Iruka are gonna be moving the stuff into the...oh the movers are here as well...What!?! We're taking a personal jet!?!"

With that the phone on the other end was hung up as laughter could be heard coming up the stairs. Smiling and jumping up from his position he ran to his adopted father jumping on the man.

"Kakashi!" Behind the said man was a shorter man, a scar going from cheek to cheek. Kakashi swung the boy around in circles before letting him down and patting his head.

"Now...the movers will be up in a few moments do you understand that? So be polite while me and Iruka tell them where to put things and such. Also we have a driver that will be driving your car to the airport so we can have it shipped over to Japan with in the next week alright? Until then you can use Iruka's car."

Smiling he looked back at the brown haired man. "Right love?" So called man glared at Kakashi then nodded giving in to all the pressure.

The boy looked both men over, having not seen them for two years. And even though two years doesnt seem long, they tend to change people. His eyes roamed over Kakashi first. The man's hair was still silver and shiny as ever, it hung loosely around his pale face. His right eye was still a dull blue and his left a burning crimson. The scar over his red eye had healed more fading into his skin. His shoulders were still broad and from his nose to his neck went a silk face cover.

Why the man wore it no one had yet to figure out. Then there was Iruka. He had sholder length brown hair, and it was down today most likely Kakashi's doing. His scar though didnt fade and looked perfect on his fair skin. His big chocolate eyes were as sweet looking as ever and his build was still very girly.

Happy that his adopted parents hadn't changed he laughed loudly causing the moves that had come in to stare at him oldy and Kakashi to chuckle while Iruka just kept ordering people around. He was always the get things done here and now type of person anyway.

"Kakashi...have you two gotten you know..." The boy blushed while looking up to the older man. Kakashi nodded to him smiling then pulling his hand up to show the gold and sliver band on his finger. "C-congrats!" He smiled to his adopted father and hugged him. "How long?"

Kakashi smiled and looked down at the ring for a moment. "We tried to call but...you would never answer I guess you were out practicing a lot. And we didnt bother to leave a message but...besides all that, only two months ago." Smiling the man looked over at his lover who was laughing happily and helping move boxes to certain area's to be taken down.

The blond smiled happily thankful that they could finally be happy, and maybe he would be too once he found his true love. But little did he know he was going to find it in one of the oddest places yet.

A/N: AUGH!!! Finally!! Chapter one! Yay! Actually this one is more or less boring because I am going to put chapter two up with it. Its supposed to get you filled in on where he's going and all. And to answer your question. NO! This FanFic has nothing to do with Angels with WINGS!! Its more or less the moral that implys the Angel like things. You'll see my point in later chapters. So yes have fun. Read the next Chapter and remember R&R so I keep on writing.