Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Notes: This story isn't aimed at any person or persons, nor is this a homophobic story. I wanted to explore how Sasuke would feel if his son turned out to be a homosexual.
Blood Against the Midnight Snow
It happened just mere moments ago. Words were spoken that changed a relationship, a vision of the future was ruined, and a father felt immense shame at his son.
A table lay on its side with the plates laying broken and shattered on the cold wooden floor, and the silence hung over the room, the house, and most surely, the world.
In a bedroom down the hall and sister comforted her younger brother, hugging him under the covers as the young boy cried, she felt shocked, empty.
The bathroom just two doors down contained a silent weeping woman dressed in her long black nightshirt, sitting on the toilet with her legs pulled up to her chin and her long dark blue indigo hair shielding her face from the world.
The two who had been fighting were gone, but their words raced through the minds of the three left behind. The face of the angry and disgusted father spitting out the hurtful words against the face of his eldest son who tried to explain himself with calm words, neither would win.
In this fight everyone was hurt, and the words said that night would stain the memories of those were hiding from the world. Those three words that changed their lives, the words that started it all, those three tiny words…
"Father, I'm gay."
