Holy balls this took so long for me to write! I'm sooo sorry for the long wait! No one should have to wait this long for a gift! I apologize with my whole being!
This is a gift fic for a wonderful reader of mine, jemesouviendraitjs , who is a totally awesome person to put up with the long wait for so long.
To help me create this I listened to two songs, "You are mine" by Mute Math and "Pet" by A perfect Circle
This was going to be a one shot but it became way too long and I wanna get SOMETHING to her so I decided to turn it into a multiple chapter fic.
As usual I don't have a beta so ya'll are just gonna have to deal with my horrendous grammar mistakes.
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Honestly, if you asked him, Sasuke couldn't tell you when it all began. Too much time had passed and too many memories were created, effectively burying most of the earlier memories of his life. He was well on his way to finish collage early and he didn't have the luxury of time to sit down and try to recall what his earliest memory was. (Sometimes he wishes he did. But if he tried, like he had promised himself so many times before, he would say his earlier memory was of blue eye and a cheeky grin.)
However, if you asked Naruto, he would tell you, in full detail, right down to the seconds, how it all began. He'd say it began with a heartbeat and labored breathing. Though, he'd amend, that was probably all from his side. He can honestly say that he couldn't speak for Sasuke, though he won't deny that he always tried.
"Nothing," he always says with a big cheeky grin, "has torn us apart and nothing ever will." It's at this point that his audience, or the person he's speaking to would look away, whether to laugh or roll their eyes, but that fraction of a second is all it takes for that gleam to possess Naruto's blue eyes and dissipate split seconds later.
And in the darkness of night, when the moon is high and his prized raven sleeps the night away in their bed, Naruto would watch him, that gleam igniting his blue eyes. He'd reach out and tangle his fingers in Sasuke's hair and whisper promises into his pearl like skin.
Then he'd close his eyes and dream of nothing but Sasuke, Sasuke with his snow white skin, petal soft lips, dark eyes, silky black raven hair and lean almost lanky like body and sleep peacefully.
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The world had never been kind to Naruto as it had been to Sasuke. But that doesn't mean that life hadn't dished out a few beatings reserved especially for Sasuke. Naruto however, has always been a special case, the type of case that fate and destiny loved to torment and fuck up. He'd be a liar if he said that he could successfully roll with life's punches and come out on top, unscathed. In fact, when he compares his scars (something that he'd never admit he does) to those around him, especially with Sasuke's, Naruto could see the vast difference between them. Compared to Naruto, Sasuke was a soft sheet of silk, with tiny almost unnoticeable blemishes. Naruto on the other hand, was littered with scars, his soul so corrupted and cut, nearly no part of it was left unmarked.
He hates that most of the scars were from battles against men and women alike that all screamed but the same things ( Jinchuuriki Jinchuuriki, demon, demon demon). He hates that a good majority of the tares are from battles he himself had never fought.
They're from battles of a man he used to be, a man that had a piece of metal strapped to his head, wore massive amounts of orange and rode on giant toads. A man he knew was once him, once upon a time so very fucking long ago, where there was no such thing as cars, Japan, America, Germany, not even guns or Ipods, only Konoha, Suna, Kunais, jutsus and Ninjas.
But he finds the silver lining, one day when he's six years old, too afraid to sleep at night for the fear of dreams filled with a scary man with blood red eyes and sometimes wearing an orange swirly mask; and that's when his blue eyes find black eyes. He remembers so vividly because it was so late at night and he had run away from his home because one dream was so littered with blood that when he woke up he swears that he was drenched in it. He ran so far and came upon the local swimming pool, without a second thought, he climbed the fence with nimble shaky fingers (he swears the he left bloody finger prints and shoe marks) and dived into the pool, not caring that he couldn't even swim. And as he kicked and flailed once in the dark depths, lungs filling with water, images invaded his head.; images of bloody battles, people he can never name but recognize, lying on the cold flood, crying out for a savior, for him to save him, to help (Save us Naruto, Save us! Protect us! Save us save us save us!)
And finally, of a man with raven dark hair, black endless eyes that flash red, pearl like skin and soft lips, falling to the ground and never getting back up.
Its then that he noticed that he stopped flailing, stopped fighting for life. He stayed there unmoving in the water, watching as a life that wasn't his (or perhaps was once upon a time ago) flashed before his small blue eyes.
But then the water is once again jostled and arms wrap around his torso and he's being pulled to the surface. He blacks out then and when he wakes up he nearly screams when there's twin black eyes staring him down. A name echoes in his head and he tries not to whimper.
'Sasuke.'
"What the hell were you doing you idiot?" the boy yells at him, hitting him over the head for good measure.
All traces of ninjas, red and white fans and red eyes disappear.
"Ow! The hell bastard-!"
"Do you have any idea how close you were to dying?"
The fight goes on; and it's all recorded into Naruto's memory and he would only say that Sasuke was an adorable little six year old, much too smart and bratty for his own good, and had nerves of steel to leave his home to save a boy he didn't even know that climbed the pool fence and dove into the watery depths.
He said his name was Sasuke Ushio. He was of Japanese descent but could barely speak the language.
Naruto argued in his head that his name was Uchiha Sasuke damn it. But he never said anything.
After that, everything just fell into place. Every night Naruto would come and sneak into Sasuke's room and Sasuke would welcome him, lifting his covers and cuddle (he'd deny this part till his face was blue and his lungs empty) closer to share the boy's warmth.
Naruto finds out that the reason Sasuke was so frightened that night was because his older brother had drowned one day in their pool.
Naruto says nothing but he could remember Itachi and his warm gaze from a war that broke out a long time ago. But he can't help but to always think to himself, there was no way that Itachi could have gone that way. He's Itachi for god's sake, it should have taken more than that to bring down such an amazing person. Perhaps there's something he's missing, like a clue to a puzzle he was never aware that he was completing.
He pushes it in the back of his mind and doesn't attempt to finish it.
There were a few incidents that Naruto could never help, he's 10 years old when he breaks a leg in two places and nearly shatters his arm. Sasuke was so frazzled with fear that when he went to go visit his friend in the hospital he slapped the poor blond boy and demanded to know what the fuck he thought he was doing jumping off a building in the middle of the night.
He never got a real answer because Naruto was so drugged up with pain killers all he could get from him were random words and phrases: no chakra left, stupid fox, failed me, ninja.
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Naruto sees him completely by chance one cold Friday night. But it was enough to make him nearly fall to his knees sobbing.
It's the first and only person (other than that beautiful Raven but even that's kinda blown because he doesn't remember a thing) that he finds from so very long ago once upon a time in this strange modern world and Naruto breaks out into a dead run when he sees that glimpse of teal green eyes.
He shouts out the other boy's name and his voice gets lodged into his throat when that boy turns around, shock and recognition flashing into his eyes.
"Naruto?" his voice calls out, hesitant and small, "Is-is it really?"
Naruto takes a long leap at the other boy and slams into him, holding him in a python tight embrace, crying to the gods because –fuck- it's been so long!
"Gaara!" he cries out, sobbing into the smaller boy's blood red hair, trembling just as bad as the red-head was. "Fuck it's really you!"
They stay like that, clinging to each other in the middle of the side walk at three A.M in the morning until Naruto finally calms down enough to pull away slowly.
"Naruto," Gaara calls out, forced look up because Naruto was a head taller.
"This isn't a dream Gaara!" Naruto shouts happy into the night "This seriously isn't a fucking dream!" his eyes were bright and his face is flushed.
Days later they decided that he would never show his face to Sasuke because as small as they were they knew what they needed to do. After all, if Gaara was here then that meant that the others were here too.
And like the good Shinobi they once were they make the decision to use the darkness and the unknown to protect the ones that they loved.
No matter the cost.
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They went to school together sometime much later, side by side (If Naruto had it his way, hand in hand). But then Naruto began to change, and Sasuke began to notice.
It started when Naruto turned twelve. The dreams became more and more vivid, bringing forth emotions so intense that Naruto feared he would hurt the person he loved the most. So he stopped climbing into Sasuke's bed and opted for staying put in his own room, his own sheets feeling like scratchy sand paper instead of the soft linen covers they were supposed to be. If anything, instead of pulling away like he had intended, he became more possessive, angrier. And it was all because of a dream he had, a dream about the Sasuke he knew long ago, walking away and never coming back until he was dead. And that made Naruto more afraid than anything.
He didn't know how to handle it, the fear that one day Sasuke may find something or someone better; someone who wasn't as stupid or as unintelligent as he was, so Naruto dug his nails in and refused to let go. Instead of his cheery self like Sasuke was used to Naruto almost became a different person, a person with a scowl and shifty, almost paranoid, eyes.
Naruto began to act out.
Sasuke could not honestly count on two hands or feet how many times Naruto had gotten into fights in and outside of school; he almost couldn't remember a time when Naruto wasn't littered in bruises and blood. But Sasuke wasn't one to let things slide and hideaway in the dark; he had walked right up to him and nearly beat him bloody and black trying to get answers.
But for once Naruto kept to his silence. He never uttered a word about the matter and Sasuke felt as though he was losing him.
But as soon as Naruto turned fifteen things almost seemed to settle, Naruto became less tense and everything almost seemed as if it were falling into place again. He was cheery again, lips always curling and showing off a grin that Sasuke had missed so fucking much. His eyes weren't as wild and his skin was almost blemish free, his hands, though always rough, didn't have cracked and split nails from fighting.
However it wasn't until later that Sasuke found out (after finding and reading his texts without Naruto knowing of course) that Naruto, his precious friend was in deeper shit than he had first initially thought.
It sparked a huge fight between them, a fight that resulted in broken plates, chairs and feelings.
"A gang Naruto? A fucking gang!" this was the Twenty First Century; who the fuck involved themselves in a fucking gang? Any gang members were to be arrested and jailed; it didn't help that his father was a goddamn cop.
Naruto hadn't said anything, but his stare was heavy and the blood dripping from his knuckles (from a recent fight before he got home Sasuke had suspected) splattered onto the white tiles. His eyes were different from the boy he had known before; these eyes weren't the eyes of a fifteen year old.
But then Naruto dashed forward, and pinned him harshly against the table and kissed him. Sasuke all but froze in pure shock because his best friend hand just kissed him on the lips. He tried to struggle, he kicked and slapped but Naruto never once budged. After it seemed that Naruto got his fill he jerked away as if burned, hissing when Sasuke bit down harshly on his lips. Naruto backed away from the flailing Ushio (Uchiha Naruto would whisper in his mind) and watched him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes alight with honest to god fury.
(If they were back to a time that Naruto could only remember in his dreams; he knows he would have been faced with angry red eyes.)
"Get out!" Sasuke shouted, throwing a chair in Naruto's general direction, snarling when he sees the other boy dodge it without any effort. "Get the fuck out!" he kept screaming, trying to fight off the burning feeling his lips felt.
Without another word or sound Naruto did just that, only glancing back once, startling Sasuke with the intensity of those burning blue eyes.
The next day Naruto dropped out of school and wasn't seen again for months.
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okay, this is part one, next installment is tomorrow! Please tell me what you all think!