Winter
Sasuke looked out of his frost covered window. It was winter, Everything was dead. And he didn't mean the Environment.
A chill went up his spine.
It was cold to cold. This had been the coldest winter he had ever experienced. He glanced at the calendar. It was Christmas. How depressing.
Sasuke vaguely remembered how Christmas had been was he was younger. It had been festive and full of warmth. Itachi had made it that way. Normally Christmas was only him and his brother, His parents had missions and such around that time of the year.
A small smile made its way across his mouth. His first kiss had happened on Christmas. He closed his eyes and remembered the feeling of his mouth against his. It has been everything you dreamed a first kiss should be. It was warm and gentle, Loving and soft, Passionate but not over bearing. Sasuke brought his fingers up to his mouth and lighting touched his lips. He could still feel his mouth on his, Even after all these years.
Depression seeped deeper into his soul. That had been his last Christmas with him. Sasuke slowly let himself slide down to the ground. Christmas had never been the same after that.
Spring.
Sasuke made his way across the flowering Fields, They brought back memories of picnics,training and catching fireflies with him. Of laughter and jokes.
He made his way to the center of the field. This had been were he had experienced his first real sexual encounter. He had been seven. He Remembered his hot breath on his neck, His hand gently but firmly gripping his erection and pumping it till he orgasmed with a scream. He had been too young to actually ejaculate but it had still felt like nothing he had ever felt before.
He missed him.
Summer.
Sasuke was back in kohona. More precisely he was back in his old house in the uchiha district, In his room, Laying on his bed.
His first time had happened under these sheets. He had just turned twelve. The sex had been full of anger and hurt, Of mixed feeling and regret. Of unsaid apologies and questioning. But most of all it had been full of love and sorrow. Sasuke turned onto his stomach and buried his nose deep into the covers of the bed. It still smelt like him. Even after all this time.
For the first time in who knows how long, Sasuke uchiha cried.
Fall.
It was Halloween.
Sasuke sat on the roof of his house. He wouldn't be in kohona much longer, He could not deal with seeing him everywhere he went. This place was to full of memories. His heart hurt.
Winter.
It was once again winter. Sasuke made his way across the now snowy plain were he had fought him and won. He steps faltered as he came to a lone gravestone. He slowly sat down and leaned back against the grave.
This grave is were he lay. Sasuke had mused it would only be appropriate to..."finish" his life were he had destroyed it.
He grasped a kuni with his fingers and brought it to his wrist. He slowly dragged it across both of his wrists and for the first time in many many years, A genuine smile crossed his lips.
As death overcame the young uchiha he could have swore to have heard his voice right before eternal darkness swallowed him.
"Foolish little brother..."
End.