A/N: The idea came to me and it stuck, so I decided to write it.
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, not me.
WARNING: This fic contains yaoi; don't like don't read.
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Sai and Naruto weren't really friends. Sai wished they could be, but they weren't. He wasn't really sure whether or not they could be considered lovers either, because Naruto did not love him. Sai loved Naruto, though, which was probably why he didn't push him away when he kissed him. Or when Naruto pushed him onto the bed and began taking off his clothes. Sai liked it, but he wished Naruto liked it too. Wished that it was his face that Naruto saw every time he thrusted into him. But he didn't and it wasn't.
Naruto was the one who killed Sasuke. Or rather, killed Sasuke's body; Orochimaru had been using it for nearly a year by then. Naruto had carried Sasuke's body back to Konoha because he didn't trust anyone else to do it. A few days later, they buried him, and Naruto wouldn't come out of his room until sometime the next week.
When he did, he looked different. His eyes were dull and his voice sounded hollow; no amount of consolation from either Iruka or Sakura or anyone else could make him smile or laugh. But he had changed when Sai came to speak to him.
"You look like him," he'd muttered, pushing Sai against the wall. That was their first kiss but it wasn't their last, and in a way, Sai both craved and dreaded those kisses.
And when they lay in Naruto's bed together after they had fucked, Naruto wouldn't look at him. He would stare up at the ceiling, tears running down his cheeks, while he whispered. "I'm sorry Sasuke".
One night, Sai looked at him and whispered, "I'll never be able to live up to him, will I?"
Naruto didn't answer. But then, Sai hadn't really expected him too.
He already knew the answer anyway.