Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, its characters and/or ideas. All rights belong to Masashi Kishimoto

Warning: The following contains Yaoi and Het. Relationships, language, adult situations, mentions of rape (I know it's typical but it's important for the story), AU and slight OOC.

A/N: I don't know a lot of Japanese; I'll try to make the story as authentic as possible. You have every right to criticize me. Also, there is no Kyuubi!

Summary: UchihaSasuke went insane and killed his lover Uzumaki Naruto. Five years later, the raven gets released from the psychiatric hospital. His life is seemingly back to normal except for one thing – his favorite blonde is still around…

Drifting Shadows

Journal Entry

Uchiha, Sasuke

December 2 – 8:27:04 PM

Today is the anniversary of Naruto's death. I still cannot believe it has been five years since that disastrous winter day. Most nights, I wiledl myself to sleep, contemplating with the least bit of concern of why I did what I did. I hate having to explain my self so thoroughly to my counselor; I'm an Uchiha, I'm used to understanding everyone and everything. I've had time to think about my actions, and I know I am not crazy. Sure, I murdered someone – the one person I deeply cared about – but I had to make sure that he would never leave me. The one good thing about all of this is that I received the greatest gift: I'll never have to worry about Naruto abandoning me ever again.


Five Years Before…

The icy snow covered the cement and melted within the wet grasses of clear lawns situated around each neighboring house. Nineteen year old Uzumaki Naruto strolled down the sidewalk, a look of eased content on his charming face. The afternoon sunset was to perfection, gliding wondrous colors from the clouds to the sky. His sun-kissed hair illuminated with the shine of the dimming sun. The tan skin had a certain glow that would put any brilliant substance to shame.

The blond was on his way to his luxurious apartment that he shared with his boyfriend, a raven by the name of Uchiha Sasuke. The two men had been in a relationship for over a year. They had met during their senior year in high school; both teens achieving to become business men for corporations invested in selling lesser companies. Six months before, Sasuke took over his father's corp. after the brutal murder of his parents. His older brother Itachi declined the position beforehand, deeming it 'not worth his time'. Sasuke would complain often that it was he – his brother – that had killed their family. Naruto would shrug off the accusation for sibling rivalry and jealousy.

Naruto, on the other hand, was finishing his freshman year at university. He planned to go all the way in the business world. Half of the ambition strived from his promise he made to his deceased parents – that, in life, he couldn't afford to give up. His parents Namikaze Minato and Uzumaki Kushina were a lovely couple whom wanted the best for their child. Sadly, the pair passed away in a bus accident when Naruto was only three. During the remainder of his childhood, the blond went from one abusive foster home to the next. By the time he was thirteen, he settled comfortably with his most recent foster father Umino Iruka, a sweet man whom had a very similar childhood to Naruto's.

When he reached high school, Naruto was thought of as an outcast. His peers made fun of him because of his unusual appearance, and the whisker-like marks on his cheeks he received when he was a child. The only two people he could count on were his friend Sasuke, and a pink-haired girl by the name of Haruno Sakura. Without their support, Naruto had figured he would have succumbed to the dark recesses of his tortured mind.

Easing his way through the inside of his home, Naruto's angular face graced a genuine smile across his pale lips. So far, his life had taken a plunge for the better. The azure eyed teen was happy and satisfied with his life. Little did he know that this particular winter afternoon had something sinister in store for him. He entered the immense elevator, pressing the button for the twenty-fourth floor. It didn't take him long to reach his destination. Naruto shuffled inside his pocket, and rearranged his keys so he could unlock the front door to his apartment. The door opened with a soft sound; Naruto settled the keys on the kitchen table. Sasuke came from the bedroom, and was watching the blond attentively. Naruto's face immediately fell when he got a good look at his boyfriend's posture.

"What's wrong, Sasuke?" The blond asked nervously, shifting his weight back and forth between his right and left foot. The frown on the raven's pallid face didn't sit well with Naruto.

Sasuke crossed his arms, narrowing his deep dark eyes. "Do you know what time it is?" The pale teen began to clench and unclench his tight fists. He had an unexplainable urge to hit something, anything.

"It's four thirty, I know. I have afternoon classes."

"You have afternoon classes on the fucking weekend!" He screamed.

Naruto was getting aggravated. "Yes, Sasuke, because I missed my Tuesday class. I wouldn't have missed it if you had agreed to let me go instead of fucking me all morning!"

Sasuke didn't hesitant to grab his lover by his hair and drag him to their shared bedroom. Naruto was yelling loudly, trying desperately to get loose from the raven's pull. "You listen to me, you dirty slut. You are not leaving this room until you have recognized your actions." Sasuke threw Naruto on the cushioned bed, landing on top of him.

"You're not my mother, teme!" He squirmed underneath Sasuke, as the raven straddled him, obviously separating the blond teen's legs.

"You're going to wish I were, dobe."

"You act like I'm not trustworthy, Sasuke, but if anything, it's you who isn't trustworthy. You're the one who slept with Sakura when I was away that one time!"

"You little bitch…" Sasuke raised his closed fist and punched his boyfriend directly in the face. Blood gushed from the open wounds of his the mouth and nose. The crimson liquid had eventually stained part of the silken bed sheets. Naruto was too hurt and shocked to react normally; he lazily watched as Sasuke left the room. When he came back, he held a sharp butcher knife in front of him. Naruto's eyes widened in realization. The teen tried to get away, but Sasuke was too quick; he trapped the blond back on the bed, using the knife to remove Naruto's soiled shirt.

Lifting the shirt from the tanned body, Sasuke preceded his torture by cutting a line down the toned stomach of his unfortunate victim. The pastel teen inwardly smirked, enjoying the whimpers of agony his blond were making. He lowered his head, and traced the seeping blood on his stomach with his wet tongue. As he did this, Naruto shut his eyes tightly, cursing his lack of control when tears escaped his closed eyes. Naruto couldn't understand why his boyfriend was doing this. What had Naruto done so wrong that Sasuke would act so sadistically? For Sasuke, the power, the control he had over his blue-eyed kitsune was all worth it. The sane part of Sasuke knew that his obsession and possession of Naruto had caused his brain to snap, but at the moment, he could care less.

Two agonizing hours later, both teens were naked and sweating profusely. The tender skins of the teens were glistening against the night that enveloped the city of Konoha. Any time Naruto shifted his position on the bed, pain engulfed his lower region, making him yelp in surprise and soreness. Sasuke had not been gentle with him; the raven had raped him repeatedly until he was too exhausted to do otherwise. Sasuke raised his head to his lover's neck and licked off the residue.

"You're all mine," he whispered possessively against the blond's neck. Naruto suppressed a shiver that threatened to tingle down his spine. Sasuke had absentmindedly stabbed him in the abdomen while Sasuke sexually abused him. Naruto knew if he didn't get medical attention soon he would die.

Sasuke, oblivious to his injured lover's inner turmoil, lifted himself off Naruto, and left the boy to suffer in silence. For two whole weeks, Sasuke ignored the screams and cries of his boyfriend. Naruto was too weak to leave the room on his own. There had been several attempts, but all failed due to the nature of Naruto's wounds. On the fourteenth day, Sasuke entered the room, and cringed at the sight – Naruto had lost significant amounts of weight, his once tanned skin was ghostly pale, his lips were blue, and his eyes had lost their magnificent sparkle. Naruto looked emotionlessly at his boyfriend. He mouthed the word 'why', and closed his eyes for the last time.

That night, Uzumaki Naruto died.

December 9 (Present Day) – Release Date

Uchiha Sasuke watched as his good friend Haruno Sakura signed the release forms for Sasuke's discharge. The raven-haired man wanted to shudder with the thought of facing the outside world after being in seclusion for five years. It wasn't as though he had friends on the outside. After the Konoha vs. Uchiha Sasuke trial wrapped, and Sasuke was found not guilty for reason of insanity, everyone he had every known, besides Sakura and their high school sensei Hatake Kakashi, abandoned him, calling him a sick, perverted psychopath whom deserved the death penalty.

The receptionist at the desk handed Sakura a pink slip, in case there were an emergency and a bottle of medication pills.

"Make sure he takes them twice a day. Otherwise, the pills will stop working." Sakura nodded her head to signal she understood the instructions. She motioned with her head for Sasuke to follow her outside the building. Sasuke trailed the girl unwillingly, having to shield his eyes when they exited from the Konoha Psychiatric Hospital.

"Are you hungry?" His female friend asked sincerely. "We can go get something to eat, if you want."

"I want some ramen." The raven whispered softly. Sakura's first instinct was to scrunch up her face in morbid disgust, but then, her features softened, and she gave her friend a warm smile. She took his hand, and slowly nodded her head.

The two arrived at Ichiraku Ramen Bar on the far side of the city. Sakura ordered the two bowls of miso ramen. Sasuke found them a seat in a corner away from the crowd. Some of the people in the bar recognized the raven and gave him glares and scowls. Light green eyes returned the favor to the unexpected group; they got the hint and averted their eyes from the pair. Sakura sighed privately; because of her friendship and loyalty to Sasuke, the pinkette had lost a lot of relationships, not excluding her mother's trust. However, the girl knew she couldn't give up on her life long crush. Sakura couldn't help but still harbor feelings for the onyx eyed man sitting across from her. The situation didn't help any when she thought back to her deceased friend. The times Naruto went out of town, Sasuke would call her up. The two would have an affair, and agree to not mention it anyone, even themselves.

Stuck in her thoughts, Sakura wasn't aware that the raven was studying her intently. In truth, Sasuke wanted nothing more than to strangle the bitch to death, but at the same time he inwardly thanked her. If Naruto hadn't found out about his cheating, Sasuke would have never found a way to keep his blond all to himself.

"What are you thinking about Sasuke-kun?" Sakura asked, distracting Sasuke from his random thoughts on a certain blue-eyed presence. Sasuke smirked at the girl, bringing his lips to hers in a chaste kiss. Sakura widened her eyes, and touched the outline of her lips.

"I'm going to go take a walk." He announced, walking out of the bar, and leaving a shell shocked Haruno Sakura behind.

Sasuke walked down the street, hands placed deep in his pockets. He felt as the cool wind breezed through his dark hair. The windy activity made him growl deep in his throat. Taking his frustration out on innocent rocks, the Uchiha found an empty bench, resulting in his needed rest. Sasuke relaxed his shoulders, not paying attention to anything in particular. The clear sky, he decided, was mocking him for his explainable misdeeds. The raven knew he wore trapped in his own, and he liked it just like that.

"You know, if you keep looking like that, your face is going to stay that way." A gentle voice spoke up. Sasuke stared angrily at the figure as the said figure sat down next to him.

"Did you enjoy your lunch?" Sasuke asked, looking aimlessly outward towards the inner city.

"Yes, very much."

"Hn."

Fewer words were exchanged between the two men. Sasuke knew he should get back to the pink-headed nuisance, but he was content to stay where he was at the moment. The worst that could possibly happen were that he'd have to return to the mental facility. In all honesty, Sasuke could care less where he lived. The only thing that mattered was that he was whole, mentally and spiritually. If any one tried to remove his happiness, he would surely kill them.

The pale man stood up abruptly, and stretched his body upwards. "So, dobe, are you ready to meet back up with Sakura?"

A familiar set of white teeth grinned goofily. "Sasuke, I was born ready."