OKAY! This is my first crack at a fanfiction or a real story for that matter *flails arms* so we'll see how it goes. Sasuke and Naruto is my favourite couple of all time *drools then slips in drool puddle* and I like their fanfiction and doujinshi better than the actual Naruto series XD (there's much more character depth) so there'll probably be some OOC ness. Hopefully you peoples enjoy it =^-^= Leave me reviews so I can keep improving!
Obviously the characters belong to Kishimoto-San and not me (which is a shame)
***PROLOGUE !NOTE! The story will catch up with this IT IS A TASTE OF THE FUTURE***
Naruto lay on his bed in silence, memorizing the cracks in of his bedroom ceiling with half lidded eyes. His slender form was partially bathed in the pale moonlight that streamed into his lonely apartment window. A gentle sigh escaped his lips, melding with the gloomy calls of crickets and animals settling for the night echoing around him. The "swamp symphony" as Iruka had called it. Naruto's eyes slid shut as recalled the memory, a sad smile grazing his features. Iruka was gone now. They were all gone.
A familiar loneliness settled over him and his brow furrowed, squeezing his raw eyes shut in attempt to keep the deep emotions from spilling from his eyes. Drawing himself into a tight ball he turned to face the window, gazing fondly at the stoic moon. His moon.
He chuckled softly to himself, allowing his tired eyelids to droop once more. Salty tears began to trickle down his face. Yes, once he had been so foolish.
To think the moon could be his, untouchable as the stars that glowed faintly in the velvety sky above him.
To think it was in his grasp, the sun and moon, eternally bound. Balanced. Content.
A tearful sob ripped from the frail boy's throat, causing him to shudder despite the warm evening air. Exhaustion began to set in, gently tugging him into the dark soothing comfort of sleep. Naruto clenched his fist over the moon, bringing it to his heart, the action putting him somewhat at ease. He then slowly drifted into a dreamless sleep, his fist never uncurling, never letting go of the moon. His moon.
Sasuke.