Title: More then Friends

Author: Emo Barbie

Summary: "Just like me, you have the power to awaken the mangeko sharingan. But there's a catch..you have to kill...your closest friend." Sasuke never expected his brothers words to be so hard...he never expected to grow so close to someone, that he would ever think of them as more then a friend...

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Extra: I don't own all the books, so some scenes may be a little incorrect, but I tried to remember them as best I could, okay, and plus if they weren't a little different, what would be the point of calling it a fanfic? Huh, you could just go to the manga and read the actual thing...with pictures! What fun!

More then Friends

"Pretending to be the kind of brother you hoped for...was to determine your ability. You'll become the one through whom I can confirm my ability. You have that potential. You've felt anger and hated me. You've always hoped to surpass me, so I'll let you live...for my sake. Just like me, you have the power to awaken the mangeko sharingan. But there's a catch..."

Sasuke turned his blurry eyes towards his brothers face. The brother that he had always known and loved, now carried no tenderness in his eyes. Instead it was not filled with rage and satisfaction, both at once. And yet, there was something there, unreadable.

"You have to kill...your closest friend."

Wide eyes awoke to the sound of his own panting, sweat trickling down his face as he sat up. The room was dark and quiet, the same as it always was, but now Sasuke was haunted by that darkness, that sense of seclusion and fear that was sweeping through him. As if at any moment his brother might jump out at him and finish the job from so many years ago.

"You have to kill...your closest friend."

Because of those words, Sasuke had isolated himself from others, pulled away from group activities and any did as little interaction with people as possible. There would be one day he would do such a thing, he knew...because if he wanted to defeat his brother in equal standards, there was no other way. But he refused to get close to anyone before that time; when it would finally come he would choose the person he was closet too, but that didn't mean they were that close. Just close enough to call the other a friend, something that a tack of emotional bond towards him.

...your closet friend...

The closest thing he could get to calling a friend...

The rain fell down, in small drops, falling onto his face and rolling down until they began their descent once again towards the rocky surface that he stood on. He had his chance, right here and now...his chance at achieving his goal of becoming stronger. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to look at the face of the other, the fact that was lying on the ground. The fact of someone close to death. A face unguarded and defenseless against him; and with one simple move he could kill him...but...he couldn't.

You have to kill...your closet friend.

He hadn't meant to...he never meant to get this close to the other. Not like how they were now. His intention of his goal had been forgotten, not the fact that he had to kill his brother, no, that was always there, pulling him forward, leading his path through life. But whenever he had found himself with the other, his mind would always forget; he'd always forget his misery, his loneliness and hardships ahead. His goals for the future...his pain. He'd forget everything with that smile; a smile so bright and pure it was like the sun...no it was a sun; his sun...

The clouds broke, and his thoughts were stopped as a ray of light was cast through the parting gray, alighting the face before him...like an angels. But he shouldn't have looked like an angel. His blonde hair was slicked back from the rain, his body worn from the fight, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth...but other then that his face was clear. No scratches, no marks, just...pure. Sasuke watched as the ray engulfed the his entire body, as if the unnamed gods were trying to pull him up towards the heaven. But the body didn't move, and soon enough the clouds began to move, the ray growing smaller and smaller, until it was just encircling his face, and then vanished without a trace.

Guess he's not really yet, huh.

Sasuke felt the headband around his head slip. He allowed it to fall beside the unmoving blonde, still not bothering to take his eyes off the clouds that had now covered the sun completely once more. He felt like time had stopped, the rain still falling onto his face, when his eyes suddenly grew wide and Sasuke reached up to latch onto his constricting throat, falling to his knees as blood spewed from his gaping mouth. It wasn't until the shock was over and the pain had subsided did he realize that he was staring at the other, his face inches from the blondes.

Do it, do it now...

That small voice at the back of his mind demanded, the voice that was always there, telling him that he what he was doing wrong, or if he was right. That voice was at him again, ushering him on, but he didn't hear it, or...he simply payed it no heed, because his hands refused to move and his body wouldn't follow. He could feel his own breath, with each exhale as it was reflected by the other boys own headband.

Soon enough Kakashi would find them, he knew that. He always found them, and if need be he would most likely fight the other; but he knew he stood no chance against the old man, especially not in this condition. So his chance now or never...he had to kill him...

-eh?

"Kakashi...sensie?" The voice was muffled by the others jacket, but it was still audible.

"Naruto?" Kakashi glanced over his shoulder until the boy that was weakly clinging to his back came into view.

"Where's...Sasuke?" Naruto tried to look up, but he could barely move his own head. However he didn't need to look up at the other to know; the fact that the other didn't respond alone was answer enough. Naruto's eyes dropped shut once more as fatigue consumed his consciousness.

But before his mind had surrendered to sleep, he heard the others words loud and clear, ringing in the darkness of his head. "I'm sorry..."

It should have been much easier then this. He shouldn't be looking back every five seconds, as if he'd find the blonde chasing after him. Like he'd stop him. He shouldn't feel like this. He shouldn't have this hope that when he turned around, he'll find him. He shouldn't be listening for the footsteps that will never follow, and he shouldn't be waiting for or wishing that...he would have been stopped. Wishing that his opponent hadn't been so weak...but that had been what had drown him to the other in the first place, hadn't it? The smaller males need for help. His weakness that always apposed Sasuke into protecting him. That had been what had drawn them together, and what had cursed Sasuke with this feeling of pain in his chest. This painfully slow and agonizing walk, that seemed with each step caused his heart to fall deeper and deeper into this darkness...this darkness he wasn't sure he could ever return from.

This darkness, that with each step, caused his heart...to die a little more.

This darkness, this windowless room, was all that he had now. Was all that he had now. This place of dark obis, this...this is where he would be staying for the remainder of his life. No light to pure his heart anymore, and his sun now gone. Gone so far away, that he couldn't even reach it if he tried. He had been forgotten in this darkness, he was sure of that. And like them, he tried to forget; he tried and he tried and he tried...and he succeeded in some ways. He was able to forget about the village, about the people within, and all those he had met on his road to this point of his life. Nothing existed but here and now. But...no matter how hard he tried, that one person...that stupid obnoxious person...he could not forget. No matter how hard he tried.

Why? Maybe it was because of the memories...these memories of his sun, that shone so brightly in the darkness of his mind that he could not possibly forget. A light that could never be taken by darkness...

Sasuke let out a snarl as he allowed his fist to slam into the wall, the surface crumbling under his fist as both rubble and blood fell to the floor.

The door opened and through the dim candle light Sasuke could see Kabuto step in, his glasses glinting as they hid they eyes of the boy behind them. But there was nothing the other could do to hide the sinister aura he produced.

"So you are still awake. I thought I heard you." Kabuto's voice was that of amusement, like he was getting off on the other's misery. After pushing up his wire framed glasses, he made his way towards him, his long silver hair fluttering behind him with each step towards Sasuke. "Are you still thinking of him? Still remember?" Kabuto's eyes flashed out at him for only a moment, before they were once again hidden by the glinting glass. "Those thoughts of him will only be temporary. I promise you. Before you know it, they'll be gone, just like everything else." Kabuto's hand reached up before grabbing onto the others wrist. "The pain will stop, I promise."

He pulled Sasuke over towards his bed before sitting him down, reaching towards the side table where a roll of bandages already sat. This being a reacquiring event. He watched with lazy eyes as Kabuto moved to start wrapping his hand, his mind trying to focus on the others movements. But even then his mind wouldn't give him peace, and he found himself once again thinking of his Sun, memories recollecting themselves before his eyes, the current world, nothing but a haze of noise.

At he beginning, I thought he was an idiot. Too eager to die for his own dreams. Baka.

He could see the blonde. Standing alone in a crowd of people, his head cats down as his shadow gave off a reflection of the nine-tails. A monster that Sasuke had not become aware of until meeting with Orochimaru. Such a burden for a small child, at the time. But Sasuke knew Naruto grew to be used to it, grew used to the hatred and sneers. But he also knew that even with everything, it was still a burden on the other boy none the , he made me realize how life can be a burden, and be so fragile at the same time...Sasuke found himself staring down onto the face of the unconscious boy once again. That time in which he would forever regret for not ridding himself of this pain. For not killing the boy when he had the chance. But at that moment, he had looked so fragile...so weak, and childish. That, for some reason alone, had prevented Sasuke from being able to bring down that kunai he held in his hand. Never able to strike down that sun that blinded him.

That image...

Sasuke felt the beating of his heart race in his chest, the flutter of eyelids danced on the blondes face before they stopped moving, and then the small hoarse voice of the other calling out his name before he fell silent once more. He had paused, the kunai raised just above his head, but he was never able to bring it down...never able to plunge it into the blondes heart like he wanted to...because the only thought that was running through his head was: Why me...? After everything I've done to him...why me?

He had hurt the other, he had put the kid in this state, beaten him to an inch of his life. Here he was looming over the kid, ready to kill him, and still the only words to leave the blondes mouth was his own name. The name of the boy who was on the verge of killing him, the boy who had tried his hardest to shove him away, trying to keep the other from getting to him. Calling him names, calling him useless and a scaredy cat... So, Why him? He had tried so hard to push him away...but no matter how he tried, the other was always there at his side. Always there in front of him or behind him...always near enough to grasp, just i case...he needed something to hold on to.

The Kunai fell from his hands and Sasuke hung his head, though his heart ached with pain, there was no tears to diminish it. Because even though he stood over the body of his sun, he was still alive, still there, and there was no need to cry over him...but the ache he felt wasn't for this face. It was because the boys insistence of him, the boys grasp on his heart, and how he refused to release his hold on Sasuke...and he wasn't willing to cry over himself.

That image, I will never be able to forget...

But now he was forgotten. Now the hold on him was let loose and the other was already to far gone for him to reach out to...and even if he did reach...even if he chased after the other, his hand stretched out to grasp onto that small tanned arm...he would always grasp nothing but darkness. He was sure of it...because no one is ever able to hold onto something that they have forgotten, or that has forgotten them...there is simply no way.

"Sasuke...?" Sasuke blinked, finding Kabuto staring at him with an odd look. A newly bandaged hand in his grasp. "Are you...crying?" A look of confusion and wonder crossed the others face before it turned into a smirk, as Ssauke reached up to touch the stream of tears that were now flowing down his cheeks. "Guess you truly are still a child." Kabuto stood up pushing his glasses once again up onto the bridge of his nose, before turning and picking up the candle that was set beside the bed. "I'll leave for you now, then." Sasuke's eyes followed the other to the door and when it closed he was left in total darkness again, not even the hands that were still held in front of his face were visible. His tears had stopped, though he was unsure why they had even started in the first place, and he was not staring into the black that suppressed for the first time, since he had left Konoha and came here. For the first time since he had left the blonde on that rocky ledge, he spoke...he spoke the name that he had dare not even think of...

And he felt the tears flow from his eyes again. For the first time since he had seen his family die...but unlike then, those childish whimpers were not there, and those sobs that were associated never did either. Because all though he was crying, there was only one way of voicing his pain now...and he was finally saying that name for the first time in so long... "...Naruto..."

Author's Note: Sorry that the end is shaky, I wanted to ending to be Sasuke finally saying Naruto's name and all, but I didn't know how to word it T_T oi me! Anyways, it's not betaed, so please don't yell at me if I made any mistakes, I am human after all. But I do heart Reviews!