Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto...

AN: I think this is the shortest drabble I've ever written...


Tadaima

It's been such a long time. Four years. Eight years. It might've been longer.

They've been through much. First Sasuke left Konoha to join Oorochimaru. Naruto left to join Jiraya. The fourth Great Ninja War.

Somehow, time flew by and it didn't seem to matter. Because, they both knew how it will all end. It wasn't when, or how. It wasn't even determined what would lead up to the moment, but it was sure that is would happen.

Naruto was lying on the grass, on the hill outside Konoha. The sun was shining, cloud lazily drifted by. It was the perfect day. And the footsteps behind him just made it all the more perfect.

"Welcome home, Sasuke," Naruto says, turns his head just enough to look at his best friend at the corner of his eyes.

Of course, Naruto would say this. He always accepted anything and anyone who crossed his path. He forgets easily and forgives even faster. And that's why Sasuke always caved for him.

"I'm back…".

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If only...