Love is Blind
Note - DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN NARUTO!
I don't wanna say too much and give the plot away, but Naruto gets hurt on a mission, but is fine due to a misterious donation.
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Please review, this is my first fanfic attempt.
Chapter 1
Ramen, served with a side dish of disappointment.
Naruto rolled over with a sigh. He was laying on his back on his bed, staring at the clock on the wall, watching the second had tick by, willing the minute hand to move. It was twenty minutes till he had to be at Ichiraku's Ramen shop. He smiled to himself as he thought of Sasuke. It had taken him months to convince him to go out with him, and then after spending one whirlwind afternoon together, Sasuke asked if he'd like to go again sometime. That was two weeks ago, and this was third date.
Naruto considered them dates, he had loved Sasuke since the first time he had laid eyes on him, but he didn't know if Sasuke felt the same. Sure, over time they had become friends, but Naruto had always wanted more. Even now he didn't know where he stood with Sasuke, if he generally liked him, or if he was just humouring him.
He rolled of the bed. Jumping up as his head hit the wooden floor of his bedroom. He looked in the mirror hanging on the wall. He straightened the tie, hoping Sasuke would like this new look; it was so different to the bright orange jumpsuit that he usually wore. He hoped that the cool and suave Sasuke would finally be impressed, and stop thinking of him as childish and immature.
With a sigh, Naruto took one last look in the mirror, before going to the kitchen, where he took a swig of milk from the carton. Wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his new, white shirt, he locked the door behind him, leaving the building where his flat was.
Naruto ran all the way to Ichiraku's, better to be early and have to wait, then to be late, and risk angering Sasuke. He reached the street corner and slowed down, so as not to collide with anyone on the bustling street. Walking into the ramen bar, Naruto seated himself at his usual stool.
Every time some one entered the busy bar he would jump up hoping it was Sasuke. He new he was ten minutes early, but he still felt a pang of disappointment every time he realised it wasn't him.
With a heavy sigh he looked at his watch. Five thirty, this was the time they had decided to meet. He ran his hand through his spiky blonde hair; he wanted to look his best when Sasuke arrived, if Sasuke arrived. He ordered two drinks, he knew Sasuke had been on a mission today, and he didn't want a dehydrated Sasuke.
He heard the door to Ichiraku's swing open, the soft tread of one trained in the art of stealth. He smiled to himself, thinking perhaps Sasuke was trying to sneak up on him. He turned around, hoping to catch him in the act, only to find that it was Chouji, the bitter disappointment was like a shock to his system. He almost felt angry with Chouji, for not being whom he had expected. The anger faded away almost as quickly as it had appeared. He was shocked and ashamed that he had reacted in such away, did he really feel so strongly for him that he would act in such a way.
As he waited for his date, he absently drank his drink, while daydreaming about Sasuke, and all the fun times he hoped they would spend together. His mind drifted to thoughts of Sasuke. He loved the sound of his name, the way it rolled of the tongue, Uchiha Sasuke, he mumbled, savouring every syllable. He loved everything about him, his bravery, his confidence, his spiky black hair, and his midnight eyes. He even loved him when he was angry, and yelling at him, even when he looked at him with that scornful look of his, so often directed at Naruto. He would do anything to be looked at by Sasuke, even if it was for all the wrong reasons, any attention from Sasuke was better than none.
The sound of a chopstick being dropped brought Naruto out of his reverie. With a jolt he looked at his watch, and realised that it was six thirty. He was an hour late. His anger flared up again, at the people in the restaurant, laughing and joking with their friends, at Sasuke, for making a fool of him. How could he ever have imagined that someone as handsome and loved as Sasuke would ever want to go out with a monster like him?
He threw the money for the two drinks on the table, before making his way out of the store. He started to run to the flat where he lived, he reached the door when he suddenly realised that it was pouring down with rain. The damp weather mirrored his damp mood.
He ran up the rickety wooden stairs, opened his flat door, before entering and slamming it behind him. With a cry he fell to his knees, curling into a protective ball. He buried his head in his arms, and silent sobs racked his body. He brushed a hand across his whiskered cheek. He gazed at the tear drop, balance neatly on the tip of his finger. It was so perfect, so complete. He blew, and the salty water was quickly scattered. That was just how he felt, like the gentlest of breezes could shatter his fragile soul.
He stayed like that for hours, his body shaking, raked with silent sobs. Eventually he fell asleep, curled in a ball, protecting himself from the pain of the world.
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Sasuke flew through the trees, pushing of the branches with the graze of one born to do so. The mission had taken longer than he had expected. He hoped that Naruto would still be at Ichiraku's, and that he wouldn't be mad at him for being late. He jumped from the last branch, and ran to the gates of Konoha.
He briefly stopped to ask one of the guards the time. Half past six. Shit, he thought, an hour late. He ran through the village with all the speed of a cheetah with the wind caught in its tail. He speed to a halt as he reached the Ramen place.
He burst inside, but Naruto was nowhere in sight. He growled with frustration, before slowly leaving the restaurant. He reached the street corned when it began to rain. He screamed and punched the wall, bruising his knuckles. He slowly walked home, the darkening rain clouds reflecting his darkening mood. He would explain to Naruto in the morning why he had been late, he was sure he would forgive him, after all, he was late because of ANBU, working for the village Naruto so wanted to protect.
He reached his house, and sighed as he flopped onto the bed. He fell asleep thinking about Naruto. He had always loved him, but it had taken him a while to pluck up the courage to finally say yes to one of Naruto's requests for ramen. He loved everything about Naruto. Uzumaki Naruto, he even loved the way it sounded. He loved the spiky blonde hair on top of his air filled head, those beautiful blue eyes, so filled with the pain of the world.
He was such a lovable idiot. Konoha's number one hyperactive ninja, he smiled as he thought of him. He was always so energetic and happy, even through the taunts and the horror of his earlier live. With this last thought of Naruto, Sasuke finally fell into a dreamless sleep.
END OF CHAPTER 1