Disclaimer : If I'm jailed for years and obligated to pay the fine because I claimed Naruto as mine, then I have to say that I DO NOT OWN NARUTO. I'm sorry, Naruto dear, I love you, but I love my freedom more, -sobs- and I'm poor already!
Summary : Naruto always hated Sasuke all his life. But one fateful night was enough to change everything forever, like the melting snow, hatred slowly morphed into something different. SasuNaru Yaoi.
A/N : I don't know why the hell I wrote another new story. But my head just couldn't take it off… this story is definitely different from the others I had written, and it is some kind of a challenge for me to write this. I should warn you first, 'kay? This story contains angst, romance, drama, humor. And sadness and angst, I don't have a freakin' idea why do I enjoy torturing my characters so much… perhaps I just love hearty dramas… or just a sick sadist, or… whatever.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1 : The First Batch Of Snow
The sky was bright blue, not even a single fluffy cotton of cloud roamed the clear heavenly level in a touch of beautiful picturesque. But the air, in the other hand—was biting cold, icy tension lingered in the humid air blew feverishly, gnawing on the poor thin-clothed skin, chilling them to their bone. Even the thick-clothed people still quivered despite all the layers of fabric clung to their bodies, white steams escaped their trembling lips as they breathed out, talked, or just—fooling around.
The wonder of winter.
Although the air was so cold, and winter had sent animals to hide and sleep in their little nests as the natural hibernation period demandingly commanded them to, and all the fireplaces had been lit up to radiant warmth throughout the inhabitants' homes… the first flake of snow had yet to fell from the azure sky.
This had triumphantly dismayed Naruto.
No, the blonde wasn't exaggerating. It was just because he always loved the winter—despite the fact that the coldness had been very friendly chewed on his freezing limbs and nerves every morning he woke up with his blanket tossed off somewhere—for its beautiful, beautiful rain of snow. Ah, not to mention as a child, he loved to play snow-ball war very, very much. So fond of it, he often did the same thing with his friends every year after the ground was covered by immense amount of snowbank, and all they could see was pure white dominating the world.
Also the good old snowmen they made with stones as its eyes and mouth, orange carrot as nose, tree branches as the arms, black furs from Kiba's old coat as the eyebrows—which for some odd reason, had offended Gaara--, with Sakura's old pink shawl and Naruto's sleeping cap as the hat. Good times.
"Dialectical behavior therapy is derived from cognitive-behavioral techniques but emphasizes an exchange and negotiation between the therapist and client, between-"
Naruto idly played with his pencil, swirling it in his hand, while eyes gazed the clear broad sky through the windowpane colored with the same mixture of paint with his equally azure eyes. The instructor's explanation didn't reach his ears, as his mind wandered blankly elsewhere.
"This is boring." He heard Kiba's cries of boredom beside him, as the said man yawned widely.
"Tell me something I don't know." Naruto dully replied, seemingly also bored to the point of death, still idly swirled the pencil in between his two digits.
"Can't you guys shut up? I'm trying to consume the information here, which is hard because the two of you keep ranting and grunting good for nothings." Spat Sakura in soft whispers, fervent emerald eyes transfixed to the presentation board, a pink pen with feather attached to its tail squeezed tightly in her tiny fingers as she scribbled lines on the notebook, equally pink polished nails shone brilliantly.
Kiba and Naruto both cast her incredulous looks.
"I know the finals are near, Sakura, but… geez, chill. You act like a bookish nerd, ya know." Kiba uttered bluntly, sprawling his legs on the seat, Naruto nodded in agreement with him.
Then Sakura cast them fiercer version of incredulous looks.
"Well, sorry if I acted like one." She spat resentfully.
"For your information, I refuse to accept the fact that a certain obnoxious pig had actually caught me off-guard last time, and has been laughing her freakin' ass off since then; I'd rather die than to acknowledge her foul advances over me, thank you very much. Now shut up, please." Then she resumed savoring her burning passion to study harder, scribbling every detail the instructor explained.
Ah, Ino—figures. Naruto mused, shaking his head.
Ino Yamanaka and Sakura Haruno, were good friends since childhood. Both of them are pretty, smart, and popular in the middle school and high school, and they were always together, and were such a good friends. Until it completely ruined one day, when a handsome, mysterious, smart, uber sexy transferred student came into the big picture, who, in a blink of an eye, had the two best friends madly crushing on him, and the friendship thoroughly morphed into unsanitary—tend to crazy—rivalry. They argued and fought about almost everything, in looks, fashion, school subjects, grades, to cooking—everything in order to catch that guy's attention. While in the other hand, the cold bastard always rejected their advances without a second thought crossed his mind, well, not only Ino and Sakura, it was pretty much every girl who had gladly threw themselves to his feet. And the two girls, for some strange and insane reasons, didn't end their rivalry, and it continued up until now, although Ino has been dating another guy for almost a year now.
Speaking of the cold bastard…
Naruto swiftly glanced at the guy Sakura was crushing on since her second year of high school, who was sitting on the back row of the class, fixing his void onyx eyes to the presentation board absently. The blonde's nose twitched in annoyance as his azure eyes caught the sight of the beautiful man.
Sasuke Uchiha.
The rivalry between Ino and Sakura wasn't the only one emerged at that time in the high school days, but also to the two boys; Sasuke and Naruto. As much as Naruto loved snow very much, the perfectly opposite feelings of it was presented solemnly to the raven haired man, for he loathed every bit of Sasuke's guts and mocking tone of voice and annoying smirk and outraging words and—just everything in him. Especially the arrogant aura emitted from around him, handsome complexion that had drove female population crazy, his brilliant brain which produced ingenious essays, and… and… just all of it, damn it!
And of course, Sasuke felt the same, probably. Since the two of them have never spoke properly, for the past few years the only conversation they've ever encountered consisted rants, obscenities, arguments, angry spats, sometimes silent treatments, everything far from friendly.
It was a pure bad fortune that he met Sasuke—again—in collage, often in the same classes because they were majoring in the same field; Psychology. Naruto even had once considered transferring to another field of study, because Sasuke had been annoying the hell out of him, but due to his oh-so-caring-and-loving friends, namely Kiba, Neji, Sakura, and Gaara smacked him on the head in unison and told him he'd been stupid, he bottled up the idea. Transferring to another collage was also out of the list, because this place was renowned as the most prestigious collage in the whole state, it'll be a complete moronic thing to do, just because of some stupid and unreasonable reasons. Plus, he did not want to part with his friends, which was the number one reason.
In the end, Naruto gave in.
"Oi, Naruto? Why are you spacing out? The class's over."
Kiba's voice pulled Naruto back from his flashbacks, as he finally aware that the class was almost empty, scanning his surroundings, he grinned sheepishly at Kiba and Sakura.
"Oops?"
Kiba sighed tiredly. "Oh well, get your ass off, and let's have lunch."
The blonde practically jumping off the seat, grinning merrily. "Yeah! Let's have some ramen!"
Sakura twitched her eyebrows unpleasantly. "Naruto, you really should stop eating that icky, disgusting, unhealthy sustenance… before you suffer from intestine cancer."
Naruto frowned at the statement. "But! Ramen is essential everyday meal for me! I can't live without it!" he whined wantonly.
"Seriously, dude. Instead of working on your fails in Science and Math, you need to work on your ramen addiction more. You practically eat ramen for 24/7, 356 days a year, and three times a day. I'm surprised your body hasn't rotted yet." Kiba uttered bluntly, Naruto was speechless.
"That was… some surprising revelation. I didn't realize that…" He uttered truthfully. "…hem, okay, maybe I'll eat it later then. Let's go." He proclaimed.
Sakura leaned closer to Kiba, whispering. "Are you serious? How did you know?"
"Trust me. Living with Naruto in the same room distinctly means living in a mountain of wasted empty ramen cups." Kiba grinned as Sakura's expression twisted in disgust.
"How I wish I didn't ask." The pink haired girl muttered, rolling her eyes.
"You did anyway." Kiba winked teasingly.
"Shut up."
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As the three of them walked along the crowded hallway, Naruto glanced to his wristwatch.
"We're late." He muttered. "Gaara, Kankuro, Neji, and Hinata-chan must've already at the café, they're in the same class, right? But I don't know if Shino, Lee, Chouji, Shikamaru, and Ino already there…"
Sakura's nose wrinkled in displease at the last name mentioned. "Ino? Why should we wait for her anyway? Such a waste of time!" She said unpleasantly, as she flung her muffler backwards, crossing her arms.
Kiba raised a wild eyebrow. "You're still mad with the finals result last semester? Girl, holding grudges is unsanitary, you guys really need to cope up. Seriously, and all of this started with both of you, fighting over a guy… who, in my opinion, isn't worth the time." He spat matter-of-factly.
Naruto nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Sakura. You two aren't teenagers anymore, you know. Better act like real women, and—just end this ridiculously childish thing. Really, it's starting to annoy the hell out of me, which is surprising, 'coz someone has nothing to do with this…"
The pink haired girl snorted angrily. "Well, excuse me for acting so childish but it's not my—Ooh! Sasuke-kun!" she squealed in delight, as she spotted the man of her dreams was walking at the other side of the throng of students.
Naruto and Kiba rolled their eyes.
"Speak of the devil." Kiba muttered, watching as Sakura ran toward Sasuke and interrupted him.
"Yeah." Naruto idly replied.
"How long it's gonna last before he rejects her?"
"Hm… five minutes."
"I'd say three."
Both of them watched silently from afar as Sasuke began walking away, and Sakura bent her head down depressedly. As Sasuke walked away, he locked eyes with Naruto briefly, before averting his gazes. And the blonde snorted irritatedly.
"What did I say? Three minutes, pay up, boy!" Kiba exclaimed merrily.
Naruto groaned pathetically.
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"Kiba-kun, Naruto-kun, Sakura-san! Here!" exclaimed a man with bowl-cut hair waving his hands up to the air, toward the incoming triad.
The outdoor café table, where Lee stood was occupied by the rest of Naruto's friends; Neji, Gaara, Kankuro Hinata, Chouji, Shikamaru, Ino, and Shino. Gaara and Kankuro was Naruto's distant cousin; Lee, Hinata and Neji were both his friends since the freshmen years of collage; while Chouji, Shikamaru, Ino, Sakura, and Kiba were his high school buddies; and Shino was a transferred student and Kiba's childhood friend.
"Bushy brows!" Naruto exclaimed cheerfully, and waved back.
And the three of them sat at the table.
Lee, who had been crushing on Sakura since the first moment he saw her, quickly served her like a true gentlemen he was, and Sakura, politely refused, claiming that she was already a grown woman (Naruto and Kiba coughed rather loudly), and said she could help herself. While Kiba, fetched and bullied anyone's foods that were close to him, shoving them into his greedy mouth shamelessly. Naruto slumped into his seat comfortably, relaxing his nerves. After the long and boring class subject, he'd finally able to relax and take his time with his close friends. At least a certain bastard would not show his little arrogant nose here—hopefully.
"I want to order ham sandwich and mashed potatoes, please!" Naruto proclaimed, and all the heads at the table turned to him.
"Are you serious?" Neji asked disbelievingly.
"Naruto, did your head hit something?" Gaara questioned deadpanned.
"N-Naruto-kun… a-are you alright?"
"Did you drink milk that had past its expiration date again?"
"Maybe he's in trance."
Naruto stared at them surprisedly. "Wh-!? No, I did not! Why're you all—I don't eat only ramen, you know!"
Kiba and Kankuro rolled their eyes and grinned, "Yeah, right."
"No offense, Naruto, but it is hardly plausible; seeing the amount of that unsanitary sustenance you ate everyday during lunchtime." Neji commented dryly, crossing his arms and sneered. "Add the breakfast and dinner too, Neji!" Kiba added teasingly.
"What! Even you Neji?"
"Hey," Ino suddenly interrupted. "Look, is that… Sasuke?" she pointed her index finger.
Instantaneously, the group twisted their heads toward the blonde girl curiously, before turned them again in line with her pointed digit. Naruto's azure eyes widened feverishly. It was Sasuke, with someone else he didn't recognized, stood face to face at a certain wooded area far from their position, though their forms were a little concealed by the dense bushes and trees, Naruto could see them clearly.
"Hey… who's that? The taller guy." Kiba said curiously, as he slowly moved away from his seat, approaching the veranda sill, to get a better look.
Naruto and the rest of the group—except Neji, Shino, Shikamaru, and Gaara—joined him.
"Not sure…" Kankuro narrowed his eyes to slants, observing the taller man who was talking to Sasuke. "Hmm… he looks exactly like the bastard… only older. Freaky." He commented.
"Are you sure?" Sakura mouthed uncertainly in whispers, white steams blew out of her lips.
"Nah, he's right. That guy does resemble Sasuke." Kiba assured, tapping on his chin.
"Oh!" Ino suddenly gasped, the others turned to her questioningly. "Maybe he's Itachi Uchiha, Sasuke's older brother! I've met him before in a homecoming party last summer, and I mistook him as Sasuke!" she clapped her hands together merrily in realization.
"Wait a minute—a homecoming party last summer? How come I didn't know about that?" Sakura interrupted, eyebrows furrowed unpleasantly suspicious.
Ino frowned. "Well, Sakura dear, it was a homecoming party that could only be attended by certain people, so I guess nobody tell you because… well—you're simply a nobody." She giggled gleefully.
Veins throbbed on Sakura's side. "Ooh…?" she mocked. "Maybe they sent the invitation to the wrong address? Or, you seduced a guy who got invited? Because, the last time I checked, you were only the runner-up of Miss Konoha contest last year…" Sakura smiled triumphantly as Ino's smile dropped and her velvet eyes flashed angrily.
"You bitch!" Ino snarled sardonically.
"What, whore?"
"I'm gonna kill you!!"
"Oh, I'm trembling in fear!"
"Will you two please, shut the fuck up!?"
Both of them froze at the fierce command, turning their heads toward the thoroughly pissed blonde, who was drilling holes into their guts, blue eyes flashed furiously.
"I can't believe both of you actually starts a fracas over such a ridiculous and worthless thing! For Pete's sake, you two are grown women already! And what did you do? Acting like two hormonal, mentally unstable, teenage drama queens, can't you get a life other than fighting over stupid nothings!? Jesus Christ!" Naruto swore loudly, snarling viciously at the stunned girls, before he returned to his position with grunts of irritation escaping his mouth.
Sakura felt heat rose to her face, before it completely reddened in shame, she caught the sight of Ino, who experienced the same thing. But both quickly looked away, hiding each other's blush.
"Wow." Kiba muttered bemusedly, grinning. "You're good."
Naruto smiled sarcastically.
"Oi." Kankuro suddenly said. "Looks like they're fighting."
Naruto instantly snapped his attention back to Sasuke and his brother, who, as Kankuro stated, indeed was fighting. But something was amiss… it looked like Sasuke was the one who was furious, because Naruto caught his mouth was opened widely and angry shouts escaped from it. So loud that Naruto and his friends could hear Sasuke's voice from distance, it even attracted the attention of the rest of his friend who didn't join them and the other costumers too. Sasuke's brother, Itachi, seemed trying to calm his little brother as he approached him with outstretched hands, but Sasuke slapped them away abruptly, and backed away, still shouting incoherently. Naruto watched observingly as Sasuke's demeanor grew frantically uncontrollable, he couldn't help but to wonder what was going on between them.
He caught faint shades of anger and frustration and despair darkened Sasuke's usually calm expression. Never before in his rivalry years with the raven, he had ever seen Sasuke's calm ruined and crashed down to bits like what he was watching right now. Seemingly like a broken piece of art, or shattered mirror. Sasuke never shout frantically—he reason with collected mind; his lips never twitched other than to sneer or smirk or chuckle mockingly—not opened wide to let out breathless shrieks; his onyx eyes never flashed with much passion, anger, disappointment, and other emotions that had liven up his eyes—which was always void, dull, bored, lifeless.
At least, that was the Sasuke, the cold bastard whom Naruto knew and recognized.
He didn't know this Sasuke. At all.
"Hey, the bastard's leaving!" warned Kiba, pulling Naruto back from his deep thoughts.
As Kiba said, Sasuke walked away from Itachi in a fast pace, leaving his seemingly depressed older brother behind, never looking back again. Sasuke's fast pace soon grew into a run, toward the dorm building. His brother, who stilled for a full minute on his position before, also swirled on his heels and left—toward the campus's parking lot.
Silence lingered for two dull minutes, until Kiba broke it.
"Wow… I've never seen the bastard acting like that, what was going on there?"
Kankuro shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno, probably some brothers fight or something."
"Yeah… maybe you're right." Ino muttered softly.
But Naruto felt the total opposite.
Something was amiss.
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"Oi, Naruto, are you sure you don't want to go with us? Neji's gonna treat us for dinner, you know!"
"No, Kiba, I can't. My dad—Iruka said he'll visit me at nine, if I'm not here then, he'll freakin' castrate me." Naruto boredly said, clutching on his pillow with frustrated expression stuck to his face.
Kiba shook his head in pity, as he put on his furry trenchcoat. "I'm sorry for you, Naruto. But I'll make sure to bring back lots of stories about the expensive delicacy! Ja'!"
As soon as the door closed, a pillow hit the hard wood sharply after Naruto hurled it irritatedly with all of his anger-ridden might.
"Fucking—why did he have to come over tonight, anyway? And when Neji's in his scarce 'social mode', and just about to treat us expensive stuff!" Naruto groaned as he plopped down to his bed, pitifully, damning his misfortune. Of course, he loved his foster father very, very dearly, but Iruka's mother-hen instinct had becoming more and more too much. And he even gone frantically hysterical if it came to Naruto's well-being, especially after the blonde left home to attend collage—Kakashi really had to do something with his oversensitive spouse.
As Naruto waited for the time to fastforward, he idly played with the soft pillow as he laid with stomach flushed against the cushion, humming softly. But when he glanced up to the clock, it only had passed two fucking minutes, damnit!! And it was still seven past forty… still a long time until Iruka arrived.
Groaning impatiently, Naruto got up and walked to the window, sitting on the wooden chair of Kiba's desk. Azure eyes gazed fervently at the darkened sky through the windowpane, chin drowned in his folded arms on the windowsills. Shivering slightly of the chilling air—because he only wear a thin cream-colored sweater—Naruto wondered when will the first snow fell, he had been waiting for it since Fall ended, had been waiting for the times he could flashback to the times when he was still an innocent child, playing snow-ball war and making a snowman, laughing happily as he waltzed on the pure white ground… wonderful times.
The only things Naruto ever liked from the wintertime, were snow, Christmas party, and New Year Eve. Especially snow—no offense to Jesus—he just love one of the most beautiful creation of the Great Lord composed, to him, falling snows resembled fairy's wings; small, white, pure, and has glistening beauty. Snow always seemed to purify the world with its magnificent beauty, which never ceased to amaze the blonde. Maybe he sounded like a poet as he thought so, but Naruto solemnly mean the whole thing.
And there's this myth that said if you managed to catch the first snowflake, your wish will be granted—as a child Naruto once believed it, but now he already all grown-up, he, of course—discreetly still believe it.
Naruto laughed softly.
Yes, he'd loved to prove that myth.
Then sudden faint knocks brought him back to reality.
Naruto glanced up to the clock, but it was still seven past fifty one… was Iruka came early? Then the knocks grew louder and harder, but soon abated to soft knocks again. Weird, Naruto mused silently, as he walked to approach the bedroom door. With a soft sound of 'click' the door was unlocked, and the blonde turned the knob and the door widened.
And he'd been tackled down.
Naruto let out a loud yelp of pain as the back of his head slammed to the floor hard, and a heavy weight pressed his torso down, detaining his movement. Blinked his eyes numerously, the pain soon faded, and Naruto had came to realize of his current situation, and the man, who tackled him to the ground, was pressing his weight firmly on his. Certainly not Iruka.
With a loud roar of anger, Naruto flipped their position, so he was on top.
"What the hell are you doing, bastard!?" he roared fiercely, grasping the black coat's collar roughly. "Who the fuck are—"
Naruto paused.
Void dark eyes stared dully at him, unruly black bangs stick to his face, contrasting the smooth pallid complexion, enigmatic expression masked his handsome face, as his body laid limp on the floor, nerves seemed lost its previous strength, seemed so lifeless. Naruto gasped in shock as he recognized the man who had tackled him before.
"Sasuke!?" he exclaimed surprisedly. "What are you—Why do you—How—" he stammered bewilderedly.
Sasuke chuckled softly. "Heh… dun' know, dobe… thought 'tis 's my room…" he uttered incoherently, Naruto could smell some unpleasant scents escaped Sasuke's mouth, at their almost non-existent distance, he could identified it clearly—alcohol.
"You're drunk, Sasuke." he stated bluntly. The said raven shook his head and rejected Naruto's claim, and continued muttered incoherent words.
Aah, great. Naruto mused irritatedly. Dinner's gone, Iruka's coming a couple of hours again, and now I have my hand full with a drunk bastard. How perfect my life could be? He grunted sarcastically, mentally.
Then Sasuke began to sing-sang—which intrigued Naruto with much amusement—and Naruto decided he couldn't leave the bastard like this, after all, as a good natured person he was, although he loathed Sasuke very, very dearly, he can't just toss the bastard outside, it was freezing cold there—he might killed Sasuke accidentally. Sasuke was very heavy, Naruto noted to himself. Although he looked slim and delicate, he was heavy and pretty strong… First, Naruto will lay the bastard onto his bed, force him to drink aspirin and mineral water, and after Sasuke felt better, he will literarily kick Sasuke out of his room. Don't call him cruel, Naruto was just doing his job as a good rival.
"Bastard, just—hold still." Naruto said as he put Sasuke's heavy weight on his bed carefully, but found himself unable to move because he had one of his arms around Sasuke's waist to support him, and Sasuke's weight was pressing on it.
"Dammit! Move a little, Sasuke!" Naruto cried demandingly, trying to pull his arm off.
A chuckle. "Nope."
Then Naruto found himself being tackled to the bed—again.
"Bastard!! What the fuck are you doing!? Get off at once!!" Naruto shrieked indignantly, trying to wriggle away, but Sasuke had his weight pressed to Naruto, their torso flushed against each other.
"Ah… you're so cute." Sasuke muttered as he chuckled at the blonde's useless attempts to escape.
"You're sick and drunk, Sasuke!! Snap out of it!! And fucking let me go!!"
Ignoring the blonde's tirade of protests, Sasuke leaned forward, smiling sweetly at the blonde, and leaned his hand to caress the delicate scars on the slightly puffy cheek. Naruto stopped as he saw Sasuke's sweet smile, which he had never seen before present on the handsome face. It made him more… handsome and delicate and… rather childish. Dusky pink blush suddenly rose up Naruto's face. What the hell was he thinking!? It was a male he was looking at, a friggin' complete male with functional male materiel too, (probably, except if Sasuke suffer from impotent or other akin illnesses) for goodness's sake! And Sasuke for the worst!! No, he did not blush—he did not blush—he did not-
"You're so soft and gentle… just like him." Sasuke muttered with the same sweet smile, almost lovingly, as he traced his fingers on the scars, Naruto's eyes snapped wide, staring up confusedly at Sasuke. "Yes… beautiful and kind… like him." The raven repeated again.
Him…? Naruto repeated mentally. For the first time, Naruto noticed that Sasuke wasn't looking at him, at Naruto, his expression; so loving and gentle, delicate, filled with happiness that of a child possessed, and that sweet, sweet smile, glints of the same merry emotions flashed in his eyes… the ethereal touches he gave Naruto… Who was Sasuke seeing right now?
"Sasuke… who—who is he?" Naruto hesitantly asked, as curiosity won over him.
Then Sasuke's expression suddenly darkened, burned down into pitiful, worthless ashes.
"He…?" he asked back with shaky voice, and Naruto felt nervous, but he didn't dare to say a word anymore.
Silent.
The raven bent his head, dark bangs covered his face, Naruto couldn't see his reaction. Hesitantly and feeling a bit scared, Naruto slowly tugged him. And the reply was erratic. Suddenly, Sasuke caught both of his wrists and pinned them above his head abruptly, and the blonde let out a pained yelp. Naruto felt his anger rose up, he couldn't let Sasuke do this to him! Gritted his teeth, Naruto braced himself to yell at the raven and ready to kick Sasuke's hoarse—when he suddenly stopped as a droplet of warm water dripped down to his cheek.
The last thing he had expected was; Sasuke was crying.
Pain. Pain was all Naruto saw inside those onyx orbs, mixed with anger, anxiety, despair, disappointment—the complete opposite emotions of happiness and merry had replaced the previous ones. Fine, well-trimmed brows furrowed in the most heart-rending way as veins pulsed around the pallid forehead and the bridge between the brows; dark onyx eyes clouded with hot tears, burning the nerves in his eyes like the molten lava, as droplets of warm tears slipped out, dripping to Naruto's barren, scarred cheek; thin dusky pink lips trembled slightly.
"You have me, you fucking have me, but why did you go to that man!? Why!?" Sasuke shrieked frantically with unnatural wide eyes, and a sob spilt from his shaky lips.
Naruto was speechless; either from fright or shock.
Sasuke choked out a whimper. "I… I'm the one most suitable for you, only me, no one else does! Why… why can't you see me that way!? Why…?" More tears leaked out from those pained eyes, more tears spilt to Naruto's cheek.
Naruto could only watch as Sasuke broke into sobs and whimpers, showing all of his weakness—all of the effect of alcohol. Naruto watched as Sasuke's eyes flashed with anger, resentment, betrayal, rejection, pain, pain, and pain—seeing Sasuke like this, made something clenched in Naruto's chest. Sasuke screwed his eyes shut and droplets of tears managed to slid out, as he wracked in a form resembling a broken doll.
In Sasuke's eyes, there wasn't any Naruto. It was someone else, someone who had severely shattered his heart.
Then Sasuke embraced Naruto, who didn't return it, nor move an inch.
"I love you." Sasuke whispered shakily, in a restrained voice, likewise his restrained feelings, that had longed to dash out and find longing of true revelation. "I love you, love you, love you. I love you." He repeated the words over and over again in Naruto's shoulder, a hand fisting on blond hair. Naruto felt dampness on his shoulder blade, wetting his sweater.
"I love you…" Sasuke whimpered, another sob escaped his mouth.
Then Naruto's ears caught the most frightening fact.
"Itachi." The raven hoarsely cried. Deep ocean eyes widened instantaneously.
"Itachi, Itachi, Itachi, I love you, I love you. I love you, Itachi…" Sasuke repeatedly said, as he finally broke down completely in sobs and whimpers, as the words he locked inside the deepest part of his heart for years, had finally found release.
Naruto silently listened to Sasuke's sobs and cries, unknowing of how to react after he had heard his rival's darkest secret with his own ears.
Outside of the dorm, pure white snow had started raining down beautifully, adorning the cold, yet delicate night. Slowly but surely, the snow would fell to the ground, and another will came, and another.
And soon, it would create… the first batch of snow.
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A/N : Surprised? Shocked? Or just plain curious? A bizarre fic, eh? I've never write something like this before, because I don't really like incest, including ItaSasu. And this fic ISN'T a ItaSasu nor SasuIta! IT'S SASUNARU, okay? And I won't change it! Yes, Sasuke loved Itachi in platonic kind of love, not brotherly. And the feeling is one-sided. No! Don't go and loathe this fic, it'll eventually be a SasuNaru! I swear!
Those who interested in this strange fic… and intended to add this into fave or alert list, drop a line, please! Tell what you think, and flames won't be rewarded, thank you! Happy New Year!
Ja, Mata Ne!