Sasuke was tired, tired of missions, tired of his friends pretending they harbored no resentment, tired of trying to fit back into the life he had shunned. His thought drew him now to that one friend who in times past would never abandon him, put up with his cold nature looking past the icy façade and seeing the real Sasuke. The Sasuke no one else ever saw.
Naruto and Sasukes relationship over the years had been to say the least a little turbulent. The ravens antisocial nature, indifference and not to mention that he had attempted to kill Naruto all factored in this. Yet Naruto had stood by his friend through it all, until the end. They had returned to konaha different people though, affected deeply by the strain of years of struggling now so suddenly over.
Now both nearing their eighteenth year, both in lonely places both longing for the friendship they once had but never really acknowledged existence of. Sasuke wished things had been different but they weren't, he had accomplished all he had set out to do from the beginning unfortunately on the way creating irreversible rips in hid fragile life.
Sasuke sat watching the rain pelt onto the cobbled ground through a window. They created tremulous ripples on the puddles surfaces, each ripple ending sharply as the liquid was struck again and again relentlessly by thousands more of the tiny droplets. As he gazed he slowly brought a shiny silver object to his shin and pressed until his eyes wandered down and met with crimson. Grimacing he removed the wooden spelk that had become imbedded during his latest mission. He cleaned the wound quickly and began to bandage his leg. His obsidian eyes rose once again. For hours he sat in the darkness eyes never leaving the drips of moisture tapping on his window.
He could sense something; it was badly suppressed chakra. He wondered who would have the nerve to sneak around the old family complex after all the horrors that had taken place there. He opened his door.
There friendship had become irrevocably damaged: after all the shit they had been through it wasn't really surprising, but, when Naruto came stumbling through the door Sasuke had just opened he didn't quite know what to do. Naruto looking like hell, his face ashen, cerulean eyes dull and sunken, his cloak was saturated with cold wet rain promptly collapsed in the entrance hall of the house. He dragged himself up again and continued his stumble to the living room. Sasuke just stood eyes frozen, watching the wrecked blonde in his struggles.
Sasuke now escaped from his daze went to follow Naruto ready to demand some answers. You couldn't just stumble into someone's house in that state without explaining why. And certainly not a person with whom you had hardly spoken with in the past couple of years. It just wasn't………..wasn't………..well thought Sasuke it wasn't polite!
Sasuke was perplexed to say the least but soon he realized he would get no answer tonight as currently soaking his sofa was a sleeping Naruto, he'd apparently had enough decency to throw his cloak on Sasukes floor it seemed before curling in on himself like a child his knees nestling against his chest face serene locked within the bounds of sleep.